Said in my accent, it sounds kinda.. off.
Anyhoo.
Relaxing on a gorgeous Saturday morning with a steaming mug of hot cocoa. Wish I had something stronger to lace it with. Mmmm.. *cough* Where was I? Oh yes. Sun. Sun is shinning all bright and pretty, the water in the pool is glistening deliciously, and it's just begging me to come on and take a dip. And where am I? I'm blogging in my parent's air conditioned room, because I really don't want to go to my untouched, super duper messy, shipwreck of a room.
Why am I blogging?
Because apparently I don't do enough writing at work.
No that's not it..
Because I can..! I'm reveling at the luxury of being able to do what I want to, when I want to. Oh the joy of weekends! That, and I have a laser-tag game to get to in about an hour or two. Baby cousin's birthday! I say 'baby', she's 10.. And she's turning into quite the little terror. I love her to bits, but I didn't own that much make up till I was.. 11? 12? Haha. I was going to say 15, but then I realised I started to wear nail polish and make up to school everyday when I was 12.. That stopped when I came back to Indonesia *waves fist at oppresive schools around the country*.
So really we're not all that different. But wait! I didn't have two super awesome 20-something cousins when I was her age. Ah well.. Hugs baby girl, you're all grown up..!
I realize I'm rambling.
But Saturdays are warm and soft and safe. You can't help but be a little wistful, and ramble a little, spitting out every single thing you can think of.. And really, this whole writing out my thought as-they-come-by thing is uber nice. Maybe not for those who end up reading it, but certainly for me.
Yes, my thoughts are really quite inconsequential most of the times.
You should feel lucky that I'm just rambling and my brain isn't serving up some inane questions that I have no answers too. It does that a lot. The significance of cheeseburgers in friendship for instance..
No. I won't go there.
I think I shall go forth and shower now.
Ciao! Adieu! Goodbye dear hearts!
2 comments:
Hot chocolate, sorry I mean hot cacao, isn't the first think I think of when Indonesia is on my mind. Okay, I have to admit I had to survive a few Arctic experiences in air conditioned rooms..
As for 11 y/o girls your story proves there is more to the difference between male and female, than just "la petite différence" the French talk about. At that age my friends and I were still kicking balls, climbing trees and being convinced girls definitely were superfluous.
Of course most of us changed our minds a few years later. On second thought - did our minds change or...
laser tag?!?! wanna.. ^_^"
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