im feeling better.. that's good right? yesh...that's good, very good.
i woke up at 10..oh goodness! so late! anyway, swept the floor. had the laundry done, ( i love doing the laundry..wootz! ) which includes washing clothes, hanging clothes, folding clothes and put them all in their respective wardrobes:) cleared up whatever rubbish there was in the kitchen
was bored to death until i decided to head to the library. but before that my papa made rojak so i had rojak before going to sengkang library, you know the one located inside compass point. spent an hour there browsing through books. i especially LOVE catherine lim.. her books are way 'down-to-earth' and just heart-warming.. borrowed two books, 'asking for trouble' and 'angels of changi'... i so LOVE reading.. i really do, don't laugh or cluck your tongue, i do love reading
was so bored, didn't know what else to do. so i had decreed that i should visit the sandflies at punggol end!! it was kinda crowded, rather unexpected.. found a suitable spot and placed my oh-so voluptous butt on the damp sand. enjoyed the sea breeze, the sand, the solace:) looked around, saw a man, maybe in his mid-40 trying to catch something.. looked around again and saw a family. a kid, a mama and a papa. the papa had a beer-belly and the mama's boobs were as bulgy as the tummy... eek.. hahaz. i just looked away.
i asked pisang to join me, but she didn't wanna. so i asked nina, she was at changi beach with her family. so fun.. then i asked mr kwek, he was confused, thought i smsed the wrong person.. bodoh.. anyway, enjoyed my beach escapade with imaginary gary, i drew him in the sand.. we had a nice time talking and singing peterpan's song together. maybe one day, i shall go over to punggol end again and draw gary in the sand- again. then, maybe a miracle will happen and the gary in the sand will come to life and became my beach buddy.. :) i will be the happiest person on earth:)
i have a story.. about a boy and the moon
once there lived a little boy. he loved the moon. every night before he climbed into bed, he would look out of his bedroom window, searching for the moon and wish it goodnight. the moon smiled and he smiled. he loved it when the moon was a thin cresent. he loved it too when the moon was only half. he loved it so when it was short of a quater. and he loved it more when the moon was in full bloom because the moon would give him the widest smile. but when the moon was not around, his little heart would ache. he knew that he would just have to wait one more night before the moon could be seen again. he loved the moon and the moon loved him too.
