Sunday, February 25, 2007
head heavy, more on one side than the next.
hairband hurts. hair is irritatingly messy without.
don't like dreams in which i spend the whole time, reading exerpts from blogs written by people who spell t-r-o-u-b-l-e. (i do that in real life enough already.)
don't like naps. why would anyone like feeling groggy and disoriented (and almost always with a headache) and maybe even more tired. totally defeats the purpose.
i want those photos at hyatt with my cousins, i hardly take enough with them.
i saw krispy kremes in their true, glistening, colourful, round forms! got a slight whiff of really-good-pastries, but alas, them doughnuts were meant for chloe. bought in indon though, hmm.
i have a craving for holidays, one whole cycle of non-stop holidays. ahh. to quote her, school is depressing. (its perpetual lar, the craving anyway.)
sometimes, i just want to shut off the MSN alert. but most of the times, its reassuring to see the flickering orange box.
i want to write stuffs that will piss certain people off, but i want the whole world to read too. man, keeping a blog is good practise for self-filtering. siphoning off the ones that i really mean.
we were all born free. now, the shackles can't come off.
hairband hurts. hair is irritatingly messy without.
don't like dreams in which i spend the whole time, reading exerpts from blogs written by people who spell t-r-o-u-b-l-e. (i do that in real life enough already.)
don't like naps. why would anyone like feeling groggy and disoriented (and almost always with a headache) and maybe even more tired. totally defeats the purpose.
i want those photos at hyatt with my cousins, i hardly take enough with them.
i saw krispy kremes in their true, glistening, colourful, round forms! got a slight whiff of really-good-pastries, but alas, them doughnuts were meant for chloe. bought in indon though, hmm.
i have a craving for holidays, one whole cycle of non-stop holidays. ahh. to quote her, school is depressing. (its perpetual lar, the craving anyway.)
sometimes, i just want to shut off the MSN alert. but most of the times, its reassuring to see the flickering orange box.
i want to write stuffs that will piss certain people off, but i want the whole world to read too. man, keeping a blog is good practise for self-filtering. siphoning off the ones that i really mean.
we were all born free. now, the shackles can't come off.
can you hear the soft swoosh of the butterflies' wings. 9:58 PM.
