阿婆the GM - paper vulture ;

i've done some thinking
and i feel like a 139587105701286 pound rock has just been removed from my heart
although i dont know how heavy is that
i think it's heavy lar okay

went "studying" at the airport just now
SO UNCONDUCIVE
ahma's fault la
bimbo.

well well well
better finish blogging and get my ass to the other table
my mum says she didnt put the comp here for me to use it till so late

but dearest, what can i do
if that little shithead never budges till 10?

had a little talk with domy in the lt today
and i realised how much i miss those days long ago
when me, my bro and my sis wld pop over at the office
playing games on mum's comp
walking to dad's room through uncle jackson's office
helping my mum type docs on the typewriter (yes that's how long ago it was)
but there were comps already la, just that i liked the typewriter
how i loved the carpet, though i knew everyone was stepping on it
i liked the smell
and that counter where there were so many cups
and i could make tea as and when i liked to
but i guess what's history IS history
and it's not possible to go back to those times

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sometimes i wonder
have i done enough
why dont they give me what i've given them
and instead, take away from me
the things i painfully left for them