i cant really think of a nice topic for today's entry.

it's grampa's birthday today.
hope he's fine wherever he may be.

today is monday.
netty has no school on monday.
so as she sat on her study desk,
attempting to do some reading her sociology assignment,
it rained.
very heavily.
her entire balcony was wet in a matter of seconds.
claps of thunder kept piercing through the old grey sky.
there was the pitter patter of raindrops against the glass door.

and all netty could think of
was
damn,
if only i was at the airport.

in fact, most of the times when netty stares out of her balcony,
all she thinks of is the airport.
there's always this longing for me to jst go to the airport.

why?

call me patriotic,
i love the changi airport.
especially the shops and stuff.

or mebbe it's the excitement of going on an airplane.
the sheer adrenaline rush that goes thru one's self as the plane takes off.
and of cos the numbing deafness that follow suit.

could it be my form of escapism?
getting lost in my own reverie
spread my winds and pretend to fly

and forget, albeit temporarily
of
all
the
shit
stuff
i
have
to
complete

-sidetracks-
dun u jst hate those msn pop ups.

made a promise to change my blog skin sometime soon.
til that day comes,
jst shut up and read!
-winks-