pffft and pfffts.

it's just one of day where one loves being random. so please bear with me.

smiling and singing in the shower feels good. not till you get roasted by the hot shower tho. it feels good just the same.

somehow or the other, i feel as if, some of my 'stuffing' has been dug out of me. i feel. deflated. like a balloon that has lost all of its air. pffft.

it's melbourne cup holiday so we've got a long weekend. what a holiday it's gonna be. sigh. study study study study.

moths are highly irritating creatures. there's too much to explain. so i'll say it in a few words. tee andiwerescreamingandsprayingairwickatsomestupidmothhopingthatit'llgetdrunkonairwickand thenwecankillit. that was a long word.

in a nutshell, my life is pffft.