Dream, Dream, Dream

We all have a wish list that we make every now and then when that urge to splurge (but no money!) kicks in. There is a list that contain items that are within our reach, and then there is another that is waayyyy out of our budget. I guess we call that a dream list? Thanks to my constant day-dreaming sessions (no, that's not the reason for the lack of updates), I made a list of my own with hopes it can be turned into a wish list some time in the future. Anyway, it doesn't hurt to dream, eh?

My ultimate dream is to own a modern home. It need not be huge. Just a small and cozy one will do, as long as the design is minimal and contemporary.


I'm not much a car person. But these, ladies and gents, THESE are sex on wheels.


It is women's nature to have this crazy obsession over shoes. Some even spend thousands for just a pair. I'm not brand conscious, but these Christian Louboutin heels scream SEXY. Getting a pair would make my bank account die a painful death.


I am pro-Macintosh. Ever heard the saying "Once you go Mac, you'll never go back"? Haha. My Powerbook G4 (or rather, my husband's) has served us for a good 7 years, but we're in desperate need for an upgrade.


Up to this day, I've had about five dreams involving me going to Germany. The meaning behind those dreams? I guess I'd have to go there to find out.

Stolen

Last night, between 8:15pm to 10:30pm, my sister-in-law's boyfriend's car got stolen. A white Proton Putra, parked outside Kelana Puteri Apartment in Kelana Jaya. At approximately 11pm, his friend saw the car at Glenmarie. So he rushed there, but as luck would have it, the car was nowhere to be seen. Just thinking about it makes me feel so angry of these low-life dungbags who have nothing better to do but steal from other people.

A few years back, my mother's plate number got stolen. Front and back. A couple of hours after we noticed it was gone, my then boyfriend (now husband) saw a Proton Waja using the plate in Bangsar. He tried to chase the car, but he's no racer (sorry, hun!).

On a lighter note, once when I thought my car was stolen (turned out I forgot where I parked), the first thing that came to mind was,

"Oh crap. My shoes!"

Because you see, my car was a moving shoe closet. Har har.