i miss the days

when we had time for each other.
we teased and confessed.
we could meet up everyday.
we played in the swing.
we tried convincing ourselves.
you made me laugh.
we sang together.
how you made all my fridays.

as the computer screams, artic monkey's when the scummy sun goes down and the shabby singh's commentary. here I am, after a goood shopping spree with none other than the father,the younger brother and my uncle. thus, a shopping with the boys.

as I sat in my new ride, i kept pondering on why do i love to buy unneccessary stuffs and use them only occassionally then throw them away. answer being my dad. so here it goes, today he decided to get himself a new pair of shoes when the week before, he got himself a new shoes. that moment, i quite know where i got this unusual habit of mine. till date, he owes close to 13 pair of shoes that is more than my mom and myself.

I inherited alot from this man. from the wide forehead,the nose,the thick brows, the ability to entertain people and whatnot.

i know i would always be my daddy's little girl,even when my brother tries hard to impress him all the time by making the bitter coffee(hes not suppose to take sugar) while i always make him the moderately sweet coffee. then together with the brothers, we would have coffee with banquette from delifrance. Now that mister valluvan had gotten a new ride, he never fails to send his girl to and fro to school.

sucha sugar-daddy.

stop denying,it makes you real upset when i dont talk about you/say about you most of the time
when i dont give you the attention,you feel indifferent. you dont say a word though you really wish you could have a say. it irks you when i'm just no bothering you. it annoys you that i keep cancelling on you.

it does. for sure.
you know angels do exist. you know it damn right,who yours is.
then why hide?

right,after much hesistation I'm back to blog.
changed the blogskin,cause the murder issue is really nice.
like The Black Dahlia.

the black screen keep calling me back,whenever i'm in the study.
knowing me,i can never resist the computer. i keep procastinating.
homework not done, supposed-revisions are never going to be done any soon.
never pre-planned,sadly. though,i have tests each week i still go out more often than i'm supposed to. Bah, i just cant sit and study anymore.

right,we got a new ride.
(if you guys are the one,whose been getting driven around,getting picked up by your folks this may be nothing intresting to you)
hopefully, to late morning and drive to school.