the Girl
strong mind.weak heart.
affinity for shoulders.
craves for desserts, cakes and pastries.
notices visually stimulating objects.
catches gossips, constant evesdropping.
detests smelly armpit and stinky feet.
endorses dove conditioner.
tries to live up to her surname.
designed for pointed shoes.
Thursday, May 19, 2005
clay butterfly
no.again.the two words dont exactly make sense. i didnt create a butterfly from clay. i am just plain lazy. lazy to use a conjunction. irony, isnt it? i am lazy to add one word, and rather spend one whole paragraph explaining why i am that lazy.well. the world is fill with ironies and weird people.
anyway, to begin proper, today, is the first time i tried to use clay. not the clay you use for art. but the clay for hair.well. at least today is the first time i tried to use clay on myself. terrible outcome. *laughsand guess what's worse?i've learnt that what's goes on does not necessarily comes off. well. yes. dont gloat. it didnt come off easily.here's the butterfly part of the story. something quite heavy landed on my head while i was waiting for the bus at the interchange. i was like thinking aloud to myself, "WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?" then the thing went off. i was like "PHEW!"so i asked my friend what was that. and the reply: an insect. gosh. the image of a gigantic grasshopper came to my mind.
BUT! when i looked at the floor, i saw the thing. A GIGANTIC butterfly. really big. not exaggerating. almost as big as my palm. i am not lying. i was traumatised.they always say that we learn something new each day..
i think butterflies are attracted to clay.
*laughs
and! must be the influence of the butterfly. i've transformed myself into a flower, tempoarily. for the record. i have just used up the 6th bottle of shower foam since i moved into hall.1000ml per bottle. why flower? well. follow me- nature path: floral essence.smell me.
dictated by the Queen at 2:03 AM