[emo trip: mellowed, shivers are gone. green turns to pink then orange then blue.]
some underaged hooligans continously asked me for numbers. oh like i would want to make friends with someone as young as my sister. not if they have a hidden agenda. playing in the rain with a rooster watching is absolutely fun.
putu piring shop moved. eurgh, and the chase begins.
some malay movie, prayers, lots of food and a whole lot of gossiping later and im out of the house. im glad that my family is super close but im not all thrilled about those tears dripping out of my grandfather's eyes. no birthdate, so mothers' day is her birthday. give her money and off we go to the goldsmith to buy some gold. tingkat dua, tepi tangga. ha ha. gold hunting is always a lot of fun when there's the entire family to go with you.
off i go.
blue and brown, who says they dont match. they dont have to, for your info.
mismatch is always always the way to go. my lifelong campaign.
you wont believe it. the lights, i was captivated by them bright lights. the many families gathered around us to watch, the same scenery of erm, sort of the sea. just the sort of sea. we used to be across but now we're on this side. still bloody nice. you cant ignore the wind, and that's nice.
the scariest thing ive ever done was to get on one of those. really horrifying, i was screaming in his ear. loud enough for other people to hear and stare. im not sure i'll get use to it; the view. heavy things on head, thank God my head didnt burst. i was too scared to even move. closed my eyes most of the time, and im not gonna wave at kids waving at me from inside. i was shaking, i tell you, even five minutes after.
exhilaratingly crazy, trying hard not to cry.
and then again! fifteen minutes seems like five thousand hours.
relaxing, and to think it's near the neighbourhood. i feel like flying a kite. i want to. i already picked one to buy, a nice colourful one. okay when?
clocking in at six today, a very lazy hour.
visions of the orange dress i saw at salvation army one fine day weeks ago flashed in my dreams. now i cannot stop thinking abourrit. stopping by salvation army later, wooooooo peeee.
paint on green and purpur didnt even cost me a lot. see it, you'll love it.
i know you will. realized this morning that my collection of dresses only extend to the number 4. oh, how pathetic. must. add. to. it.
and that i shall do.
work and be paid; my cliched life.