the trouble with having nothing to do is you write stupid posts, like i have been doing since i don't know when,
you leave dumb messages at other people's blogs
u eat small st michael tartlets that goes straight to the heart
u finish watching csi on television, even though you've already watched it and you think that the show will never run another season
you restart on the book you started reading eons ago, for me it is hotel honolulu - i can't seem to get through the middle - i've read the end, but i always get stuck in the middle, god knows why
you think of everybody that you love, you used to love, you want to love, and then you realise, there're not many
you begin to contemplate getting off your butt and take a walk, but you make silly excuses that the haze is polluting the air and your royal nose will block up with just a sniff
you eart the tartlets again, but now u decide to make your heart work harder - in between mouthfuls of tart, you gulp down chocolate milk blended with ice cream,
then you think some more,
but you realise , your brain's given up
well my chocolate milk's almost finishing, and i need some more munchies, maybe i should go down get some stuff,
but lazy to go down, cause need to put on presentable clothes,, later the crystal jade crowd will get a free show of me walking to 7-11 in my seluar katok
sheesh
i looked into the fridge, there's only persimmons and lime juice and bits of ten year old kit kats,
now, where's the katok  ¶ 10:49 pm