Sunday, September 20, 2009
Purple cloud
I don't like it when my storybooks go missing (which is why I hate lending them to people because I never get them back). I am going to Borders later to buy all my books back. I don't like it when my mom gives away all my clothes. I don't like it when she re-decorates my room. I don't like it when my dad replaces old photo frames with new ones. I don't like microwave ovens. I don't like cold fruits, I like them at room temperature. I don't like my room neat and tidy and I don't appreciate the whole minimalist concept that much. Messy makes me think better. Messy makes me sleep better.
Anyway I really need to go to Korea. I need to see for myself if all the boys there are as good looking as I think they are.
"Dirty is sexy. Go live in the jungle lah!"
"How's life with 1? 4's a blast .... of cold wind."
I don't mean to sound like Simple Plan but most people don't understand. My brain feels like a purple cloud. I wish I was Hitman for a day. I get damn chio cars, guns, weird gadgets like the poison pen or the explosive envelope. I can shoot people from the top of the building, I can shoot people from my very room window. Evil chuckle.
Girls don't keep their promises either. Girls actually don't really mean what they say, and most of the time they actually feel very vulnerable. Girls are also very easy to please (contrary to popular belief) and they all secretly like flowers and chocolates, and to them, Valentine's Day is actually a very sacred day, no matter how much they rant about how lame and commercialized it is. Girls are actually quite weak, and extremely indecisive and emotionally dependent. I am a girl.
Man, I really hate this blog.
tried to hunch; 3:42 PM