bleah

dear shadow...

there are dark clouds outside my window....they threaten to pour...just when i beg them not to, they pour like there's no tomorrow....

yes its raining....

and its sad....i'm not outside.....haiz....i wanna get wet....then come back home and wash my hair for hours, then towel dry it and sit in bed, pull the comforter all the way to my neck, surround myself with my favourite pillows....my bolster that has been squashed flat after years of hard work and not forgetting a huge bar of yummy chocolate in one hand and a good novel in the other....munch chocolate, turn page...chew chocolate, turn page....curse and swear at how yummy it is, turn page.....then smell my hair.....listen to the rain outside and fall asleeeeeeep....

haiz. well, its not happening. i'm cleaning my room and yes i swear i dont know how come i came into possession of so much junk! i still have my kindergarten colouring book and i found an old hat i used to wear when my hair was cut too short.....yes, contrary to popular belief, i once had short hair...short like how boys cut it....i found a picture that was taken during one of the ancient world cup seasons...i had cut my hair like george bess....i found my favourite yellow hairclip....its got a butterfly on it....i guess i liked them once...ewww. i found my old dominos [is that how you spell?] and favourite toy car -- my only hot wheels one....


bleah.

i guess i prefer lying in bed compared to unearthing all these relics...

btw suzy, i will meet you up soon yea....sorry if i scolded you too much yesterday....i mentioned you in my post [notes to a few people] but i d idnt put your name there just in case you feel very nagged...study hard ok?? muackz...