itching to change d template. (yes kak ila, i blame you for influencing me). hee
itching to become a tutor. (to pay for my pilates n tennis courses)
itching to shop. (i still have yet to get hold of my Goldheart ring, which i unshamefully announced to close friends, that it will be mine during d bonus month). riak lagi lah. hee.
itching to spot a new hairstyle. (close friends are getting immune to my 'hair-stress' complaints).

embassy. u remember lenny? d night u were no longer a virgin clubber.(no! its not what u think. it simply means shes no longer new to clubbing. virgin clubber as to virgin hair. GET IT?) hee. I miss that.
d lists of clubs i intend to venture which by claims are those high-standard clubs only permit entrance of females aged 23 and above.
somehow, i cant stand crowds infested with desperate males looking for equally desperate females to prey on. its just nice to enjoy d ambience of a nicely-furnished club with mature crowds who spend more time holding conversations rather than getting drunk.

and i guess d word 'enjoyment' has its limits too.

whats yours?