Weather... Is... KILLING ME

What happened? I thought that it was pouring a few days ago? It's now five in the evening and the Sun shines like it's freaking two in the afternoon!

The reunion lunch was over a few hours ago, few uncles, aunties, a five-year-old chatty, and a baby.

Now, I'm just waiting for the reunion DINNER.

My aunt will be back with her boyfriend tonight, so, it's another round... Hmm...

I'm not feeling it. The weather is killing me. YOU are killing me.

It's Chinese New Year... Nobody's free for the next few days. I feel like going swimming... UGH... Maybe tomorrow... Don't call me. Don't text me.

Suddenly, I feel like being stranded on an island. If I do, I will not panic... First, I will enjoy the beach, maybe go skinny dipping, since I'm alone... After that... I WILL PANIC...

Enjoy first, panic later.

They don't plant enough trees. I think I better buy a land now and plant trees so that when I move in 20 years later, I'll have giant trees everywhere =D Maybe dig a pond...

I know... It's impossible.

I have dreams too you know. Of course, it might not be like those which includes being CEO of some company, live in a giant house with a butler called Sebastian and a long-haired dog named Alexander...  I have something... Stupid-er in mind...

It's not stupid... Really... It's just... Me being a loner.

Ever read The Lake Isle of Innisfree? If no, then you are an idiot. What were you doing when the teacher was teaching?!

My dream is something like that. But of course, mine includes the Internet, and my laptop. And oh... Hot water shower... With a bathtub...

I'll be dreaming now... So, good night~ I'mma nap.

I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made:
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee;
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.

And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet's wings.

I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
I hear it in the deep heart's core.

William Butler Yeats