Sunday, April 16, 2006

it was a 4-day week, and yet my 3-day weekend is coming to a close. i had big plans for these days. 1 evening (done) and a half day spent with girlfriends oogling over antonio banderas in `take the lead` (ps: i havent read the reviews for the film yet but i dun care. i m watching it for mr hot banderas, so the storyline doesnt matter) and 3 days of spending with fiance, 1 of which ideally spent in some garden or park, frolicking in the sun, lying under the shade, resting on im's lap, with a book over my face (reading makes me sleepy).

feeling mindlessly idyllic and simple-minded over eveything.

a girl can dream, cant she?

in reality, an afternoon as such would hear yana wail, "im, so hot!". my clothes drenched in perspiration as i feel hot and sticky and frumpy and unloved as mr hot sun melts away my make-up n make my hair limp. then i'd be scratching and scratching, which is oh-so-unglam, cos those mozzies-both the day n night species, would happily feed on yana, leaving red big itchy patches on my skin. and cos yana feels less than perfect, i'd generously pass the feeling around by irritating im.

hmpft. oh well. i say it again: a girl can still dream.

either way, it didnt happen. not the movie nor the garden scene. cos miss mona was busy and the sky was leaky. in tat order.

instead, i was cooped up at home, blogging again in spite of myself and my darkening eye bags, which have been threatening to sue me for negligence, if only they could. im was stuck at school throughout the entire of yesterday, due to bad weather. much the same time as yana was wondering at home whether he boycott her and went off to pasir gudang race tracks instead cos she couldnt reach him, no thanks to bad reception. in this 4 plus yrs, i should have learnt, he would not forsake me. *guilty*

thank goodness the skies decide to give it a break this evening-so now yana is happy and satisfied. hee. otherwise, i would have been one very cantankerous girl. alongside the skies, i would be spotting my vey own thuderstorm, circling above my head.

nvm, tom i`d go watch crita hantu indo seram (super scary indonesia movie) that my sis got on dvd with im. and crita hantu indo confirm seram (scary) one, esp those 80s and 90s ones. as authentic as authentic can get, despite the somewhat loony costumes. cos in indonesia, got a lot of orang ilmu2 (learned, wise men) and their movies normally depicts quite accurately the use of white and black magic there.

actually, i wouldnt know if they represent these scenes accurately now, would i? except i remembered bits n pieces of info that my late grandma used to tell about good magic n black magic, and certain scenes in the movie seem to be in accordance to the very little things that i know bout these stuffs.

then of cos, yet again, yana the pengecut (scaredy cat) with active imagination cannot go home and take lift on her own after that, and had to impose on im to bring her right to her doorstep.

nothing wrong with that, of cos. cept the pengecut part-and even that, i can always make believe its synonymous to being endearing.

ok, so my dad is watching the dvd in the kitchen and the sound effects are scaring the shite outta me. i`d better go to the washroom now than later when everyone is asleep and the kitchen is dark. pfft..

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