Friday, April 10, 2009 /
10:45 PM
Flowers That He'd Bought Just Because He Felt Like It
I always thought that was the sweetest reason for buying flowers:
just because I felt like it. Just a random thought. Wouldn't it be nice to write a poem in a kind of reminiscence-y prose, with one line being
I remember when you bought me flowers just because you felt like it or something? I keep thinking that. Then I remember: oh yah, I am
horrible at writing poems.
Check out INKsplash's graphic community on LJ! (at least, I
think it's INKsplash's. or inkSPLASH's. oh, whatever.)
Just finished packing; for the first time, going to check in all my entertainment stuff like magazines and markers, so my bag won't be super-heavy on the flight, esp. since I'm bringing my laptop. (Dad suggested it. Because this trip is super long and I won't be going out everyday. Plus, I think my brother will get very sick of me hogging his room to use his computer.)
So I'm just bringing this awesome big clutch bought in Chatuchak (dual-toned with wristlet!), which looks kind of fat because I stuffed in
Gossip Girl, cell phone, wallet
and iPod. Heh.
Going to upload latest blogskin here then onto art collaboration. If I have time (brief calculation: 1.5 hour approx. for bath and lunch, so I have to start at 1.30. Okay I have about 40 minutes) I'll do icons :D so addicted to
colour pop now! :D
I'll come running,