Thursday, March 26, 2009

sweet dreams are made of these

there's nothing quite like a sprinting race with your brother after tennis.
and beating him :)

well it was a big soccer field. i beat him to the other end.
then there was this gate thing and he went to the exit while i just jumped over it. i beat him to the car. succkerrr .

then i fell onto the grass and watched the clouds migrate across the sky, thinking fuck homework, fuck the srp, fuck the assignements, fuck school cert, fuck those people- just fuck everything.
these clouds are all that matter now :)
and for three minutes i lay there in complete wordsworth-style bliss until my mum beeped the horn at me telling me to get in the car.

she bought me an ice cream for exercising. a fatty korean-store one. (:

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