and the image of home is so very vivid, burned in my mind like the illuminati sign was burnt on leonardo vetra's chest, the only difference being i don't smell my own burnt flesh, but what assaults my nostrils is the stench of the apple core that i don't even remember when i ate, that lies in my dustbin, me having forgotten to change its plastic bag lining.

i dont even have to close my eyes to see the purple walls, purple and pink cupboards with the ledge over the windows, bookshelf filled with my chicklit collection and A level stuff that i still havent cleared, the huge desk that i sat at for 9 years, although the tablecloth changes periodically, the wood is still the same, as is the chair, the computer opposite, the huge mess that's always there next to the bed, you can be sure it will always be there, as sure as anyone is that the sun will rise tomorrow.

but what i don't miss is the love, because the love will be there wherever i go, whatever i do.

Vamos Rafa @11:22 PM



ANNEY! (pronounced un-ney)

thats my newfound favourite word. its like a sri lankan word and i have no idea wat it means. apparently its smth like haiyoh. but i think its like lah, but just that u use it in the front of the sentence instead of at the back.

been having too much fun lately. need to get back to studying.

Vamos Rafa @9:56 PM

nothin here, buddy. look @ the skin, and practise some inferrential skills.