Ah, a queer thing about me is that one thinks in other people’s voices.
If lets say I just had a conversation with X, my thinking voice would be X’s voice and all the nuances that goes with it.
I just watched sponge bob and am silently reading whatever I’m typing now with the sponge’s voice in my head. Erghz.
Next, the holiday’s aren’t really enjoyable thanks to the heat. I mimic static motion in fear of breaking the dams of my sweat glands. Hence, here’s my form of adorement for the weather:
Why is it so hot ah poem
Oh Day why aren’t thee Night
When starry skies are at sight
Silence rings through the land
No heavy metal afternoon band
Sadness whilst the sun rises high
Frustration draws nigh
Alas, I wish it turned around
To crush you hot hot day to the ground
Bless the cold cold darkness
Can go supper wei, shiokness!
Naught I know could be given
At least, rain for heat be lessen
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2 Eye Balls:
sometimes i pass by the kitchen and there's an odd wave of heat flowing out, "MA! are you cooking???".
then when i take naps, i'm suffocated by the same heatwave, "MA! u cooking again??!"
but i never get an answer because mom is actually at work in her chilly office.
ok. it's official. heatwave fried my brain. this doesnt make sense. but i like totally get you!
hey, sorry for the late reply..
but.. that's a tad creepy.. really..
i double officiate.. haha, but the weather's improving lately eh? :)
btw, what's your msn?
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