Playtime's over, dear...

i love this playground near my house.. cause there was a swing, a good one at that( how many playgrounds with good swingsets ON SAND?) its all the rubber smelly thingie now which people believe that is supposedly softer (its a lie.. sand is softer albeit diriter) but then playing with sand is part of the reason going to the playground ya?
i used to go there a lot when i was in secondary school and even up till JC.. WHY? swing set got age limit MEH?

sitting on the swing, swinging so high that it gives me a really bad headache and make me feel like puking the whole day.. but still i repeat it over and over and will still do it over and over again..

but its been ages and before i know it.. its gone?

we are stupid that way no? loving to do things that cause us harm.. cause us discomfort or pain.. like we got to feel pain to prove to ourselves our own existence? to wear it as a medal? like "oh i understand how you feel cos i have been there? you poor thing" kind of mindset.. i think i have been guilty of such an action when i should not comment really.. on what grounds am i fit to comment?

wah piang.. i am so cheesy..

so here is the playground these few days..




wonder what is going to spring up here? A new shopping mall? YAHAHAHA!

Oh! i am in the mood for nonsensical questions now.. play along with me?

if i give some one a longan.. how many people would actually repay with a cherry?

do you know of a worst feeling than being taken for granted?

how many colours are there actually in the world?
and why there are different shades of colours with different names but shades of black is just black? or are there actually names to them? dark black? light black?

why? do we blame the words when its the meaning that's at fault?

why do so many people want to know when ignorance is bliss?

why do i like to eat sweet popcorns and breads so much?

why is the soul willing but the body so uncooperative?

who is to say that i cannot eat hot things with cold? i cannot eat desserts as my main course?

why am i not a girly girl? what stereotype am i? under misc? yahahaha!

am i really unique just like everyone?

who are you to judge who i am? do you know me that well? does any human know me well.. even my mum's not really sure what i like.. sometimes she thinks i'm weird.. no wait.. she tells me that all the time..

is the root of all my laziness in my brain and now my body is on a mission to reject it but to no avail?

now i am in the mood to pack my room... or clear my cupboard or clear my table... or at least try to get my butt out of this chair...

yes i am still trying... maybe after i eat something... mmm...