Just got back from Bangkok. This is sad. I can't even unpack. My room is empty and it smells like ikea. The entire contents of my room has been removed like how it would be if I picked up my room, turned it upside down and shook it over my dining room. Yes, that's how it looks now. So all I can really do is stare at my luggages. I realised tt i missed a lot of things about Singapore while I was in Thailand, as much as i love the land of cheap food. Singapore is still home. And as much as I don't have a bed in my room anymore, I still love this house. I only uncovered 1 cocroach in my room when i cleaned it out. That's an achievement considering that my room's next to the kitchen.
My house is a mess, there's a puddle of frozen blood in the freezer and I don't know how it got there. My dad's a lazy pig. I'm tired and fairly stressed because while I was away, all the work for New York has piled up and there are meetings left right and centre and I've missed out on so much that i've got to work my ass off to catch up. I can't believe i'm going to new york in a week. I don't feel like going anymore. Juice doesn't really want our articles so I might not even be doing articles anymore, I'd just be photographer. Quite sad, i do want some bylines. Then again, i'm sick of this. I want to paint a big japanese rising sun on my wall. XB and Juan are gonna help me paint my room. (: And jules is gonna come over while we paint and watch DVDs with one couch for each tit.
My mice grew damn FUCKING FAT while i was away.
Where is the moment we needed the most
You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost
They tell me your blue skies fade to grey
They tell me your passion's gone away
Cause you had a bad day
You're taking one down
And you'll sing a sad song just to turn it around
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