Backlogs. (The Chicken Flew and The Watermelon Fell)
Thursday.
Okay, let's start from last Thursday.
I was supposed to sleep for the whole day to gain back all my energy, of course. Sleep deprivation for a cause.
But, no. My awesome sister had to pull and literally dragged me out of bed to help her with her Taylor's video. So, as awesome as I am, I helped her. And before I knew it, it was already night. One whole day was gone and I was supposed to be resting. I guess you owe me something then, dear sister?
Look what I took out of boredom.
Silly?
Friday.
Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall.
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.
All the king's horses and all the king's men
Couldn't put Humpty together again.
All the king's horses and all the king's men
Couldn't put Humpty together again.
Literally, that Humpty Dumpty thing applies to me. Except that I didn't sit on a wall.
Yeah, I fell. How clumsy, you say. And, Weigin, this is what happened. I fell and I can actually laughed about it. Isn't laughter the best medicine after all?
And, you see, this is how I injured myself.
Saturday.
I watched The Other Boleyn Girl and played with the PSP for the whole day. Nothing much happened.
Sunday.
I dread Sundays. And going out only makes it slightly better. We went to the Lookout Point in Ampang and it was filled with couples. Everywhere I turn, it's just more and more of them. Well, I didn't felt left out, W. I talked to my sister about BRATs and camp throughout the few hours. The scenic view from the hills is one to die for. It reminds me of someone though.
*credits sister K*
C-L-O-U-D-S.
I wish I could be there.
Monday till Wednesday.
Blogged about camp.
Thursday.
The best day of my life and D's. No doubt. Many reasons. Don't ask. Because I'm not telling.=))
Friday.
Puan Lim's farewell. I was talking to Jasmine the whole entire time about prom and the idea of a perfect guy.
Discussing this topic with her is entertaining. Laughing about Tabby-Wabby. Sorry, Tabby.
Saturday.
I was actually finishing some homework when something just cut through me like a knife. The real truth.
How could I be that blind? I know I wasn't visually-impaired. Or hearing-impaired.
The truth stabbed right through me like a sharp knife. So sharp, I could almost feel the pain.
Once, I was told that I should never take anything that doesn't belong to me. And, I understood that clearly.
But, no I had to do likewise. I shouldn't have done that. And, you should stop comforting me.
The devil in me just gets worse when you do that.
Sunday.
I bought two books yesterday during Earth Hour. How cool.
Yes, P.S. I LOATHE YOU. I heart the cover.
Yes, I just can't get enough of you, darl.
I'm running from the fact that I need you.
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