And It's August. Yay.

Really doesn't feel like I'm about to have two weeks of torturous exams to mark the end of my first year of medical school.

Being home is always nice but more so now than ever, what with moving house and all. I get to spend so much time with the dogs and daddy and I take them out for their walks every evening without fail. I've been sleeping so soundly since I got back. No need to worry about falling sick coz mom's always around. No need to worry about what I'm gonna eat every day. No need to head out every two or three days to stock up on food stuff. I get to cook whenever I want coz the fridge is always so well stocked. I get to bake anything, anytime I want. 

I actually miss home now, whenever I have to head back down south.

I miss home a lot.

Went back to my music school last Sunday to visit my piano teacher. Memories came flooding back as soon as I started walking up the stairs. It's been years since I went back for a visit. How many hours I used to spend practicing, perfecting every single piece I learnt, perfecting all my scales. How many years I spent playing and performing. All the concerts we had. All the people we met. All the performances we were involved in. All the friends I made. I really, really hope I get to continue classes one day. Exams are all over and done with but I'd absolutely love to go back for lessons again. Some things you just don't ever forget; Playing the piano is one of those things for me despite not practicing properly for years.

Was going through my Facebook home page the other day and I noticed that so many of my high school mates are doing really, really well in their respective fields. Friends who are modelling big time, meeting celebrities like Jimmy Choo and DJ-ing on Fly.fm part time. Friends who are studying at Singapore's best music schools. Friends who are doing journalism and keeping the rest of us up to date on what's happening in the country and around the world. Friends who are backpacking all around Indonesia, Myanmar and Thailand. Friends who are Miss Malaysia finalists. Friends who are enjoying themselves wherever they are! And most of them are already in steady, stable relationships, well on their way to tying the knot in a couple of years. So many of them.

And here I am still waiting.

*cue crickets*

Still waiting for the right person to come along.

You know it's funny. People keep asking me what kind of person I'd go for, what kind of guy I'd like to be with, what my 'type' is.

And I always used to wonder.

Coz I never had an actual answer to any of their questions. I mean, I never had a 'type' that's for sure. If he's nice, he's nice, ya know? 

But now I realize I actually do have a 'type' and I actually do know the kind of person I want or I'd like to be with.

And it's gonna take a bloody long while for him to come my way let me tell you.

Appearances and other physical aspects aside, we must. Have. Common. Ground. 

Yes there will be differences, but he and I, well he needs to understand that I'm *scrunches nose* rather high maintenance. 

Okay. There. I said it. 

Gah!

I like heading out to high end cafes and restaurants. I like expensive clothes. I like watching plays like The Phantom of the Opera at places like Marina Bay Sands in Singapore. I love traveling (and by traveling I mean I like staying at nice hotels and bed & breakfasts even if it's a backpacking trip and we're on a budget. My budget would somehow include a nice hotel. Not necessarily fancy, but nice). I like attending orchestras. I like getting my nails done. I like having spa days. I like big cars (no I'm not saying he has to buy me one. I can do that for myself thank you very much. All I'm saying is that he should like big cars too. And preferably have one of his own. Like me. In about six years). I like being independent. I like having my space. If given a choice between traveling by bus or by flight, I'd choose by flight. I like big brands (not in-your-face ones like Gucci or Louis Vuitton or Prada, but like Fossil, Mango, Lee Cooper. You know, subtle ones. That make a statement no less).

Now for the things I don't like.

I don't like loud music. I don't like cigarettes. I don't like excessive drinking. I don't like much jewellery and I don't like make-up.  I don't like it when people get obsessive and I especially detest those who are disrespectful and those who take other people for granted AND above all else, people with ginormous egos. Apologize no matter what happens, because it means you value your relationship more than your ego. 

And as much as I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself, I'd like to have someone take care of me, too.

So there are a lot of things I like and a lot of things I don't like. I can't expect him to be exactly what I want, obviously. But I do want him to be honest, truthful. Loving and kind. The rest would be up to fate.

Or God.

Or in my case (most probably) up to mom and dad.

It's 12.06 on a Wednesday morning and I have Physio to revise.

Have a good one, errbady!