Wednesday, September 14, 2005

Papaya for breakfast

You know I hate ppl who drive in the middle of two lanes. And when you flash them with your lights they still don't understand. And then you have to honk at them, and then they give you this look. Stupid ppl. Why can't they just be better drivers?

I can totally understand road rage. Sometimes you just get so pissed off on the road at inconsiderate drivers. But road rage til you kill someone? Nah. That's going overboard.

I'm really into the new Padi album. It's really good. The first time I played the whole thing, there was one song, just from the sound of it made me cry. I wasn't really listening to the lyrics but the rhythm of it and the way it was played rekindled some buried emotions. I'm not even sure if I could describe what emotions, but it's there. I guess it's regret mixed with longing. Or something else.

I had a dream last night of Redha and Anas, the infamous tag-team back in my highschool. I was like their big sister. After I woke up, I was determined to make this day better than yesterday. And plus I have to get my picture taken (which I hate) for that interview thingie...

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