OHHH MY GOD! It's freaking raining and I'm freaking happy! The smell of rain liifts my mood! Ok, that was weird. But true, nonetheless. XD

And its raining at NIGHT oh my freak how long has that NOT happened??!?!

Well, I'd post this as a larger font just like how I've always done it buttt, internet's still wired. =(

Gee, I'd woken up at this uneeeaarrthly time of 6.30am today to do my sister's hair.

So I've became this underpaid (make that UNpaid) hair stylist that goes out of her way for her customers. Oh, customer.

Yup, and then I can't go back to sleep. So I brought little Kibbs down to meet three of his friends for an extended walk. Alright, its me not wanting to face the homework. XD

So afterwhich, I came home and waited for the rest of the family to wake up (like finally) then we went out for brunch, and marketing. =D

Little brother is a good marketer. He zooms arnd grabbing bags of beansprouts and chilli padi. XD

Then back home and I'd freaking finished re-watching Ayu's concert on DVD.

Don't ask why am I not mugging for Physics SPA tmr.

And I'm still darn happy because the rain's showering heavier.

Alrightty then, in my good mood, let me narrate a story.


Long long ago, there lived this four-year-old. Girl. That attends nursery. One day, there was a birthday celebration in class. And there was a cake. So the teacher decided to give this little girl a piece of cake with the only cherry on top of it.

Now, this girl didn't tried any cherries in her life before and now she took a single bite... and freaking spit it out because it was terrifying and horrendous. (Alright, it may be a rotten cherry, who knows?)

And from that fateful day onwards, she didn't ever eat cherries again. Till like now, which is 13 years later.

Okok, I know you're smart and guessed it. The girl is me, and I still hate cherries.

Moral of the story? Never give little girls cherries to eat.

Oh, screw that moral. Never eat any cherry.

It's still pouring and I'm about to launch into another story... Guess I'd better not. XD



What I lost somewhere once
What I left somewhere on that day
Now I go on a journey
With what is left in my hands
-Ayumi (Dolls)
new past