a passing glance
Sonno and i are back from KL! Thanks for all the love. :)
There's nothing quite like sharing greasy fried chicken wings, the television channel and the hotel room with your parents that make you feel like a little girl all over again. Childhood nights of creeping into their bedroom when you awake from a nightmare. The idea of exams seemed so far away. Time had slipped into a hazy notion of something that is bright and gay, and yesterday's monotony, today's excitement and tomorrow's unpredictable adventures danced in silence together.
I had a great time. Sonno slept most of the time. The hotel we stayed in was haunted by the way and SOMEBODY was down right unsympathetic.
There's nothing quite like sharing greasy fried chicken wings, the television channel and the hotel room with your parents that make you feel like a little girl all over again. Childhood nights of creeping into their bedroom when you awake from a nightmare. The idea of exams seemed so far away. Time had slipped into a hazy notion of something that is bright and gay, and yesterday's monotony, today's excitement and tomorrow's unpredictable adventures danced in silence together.
I had a great time. Sonno slept most of the time. The hotel we stayed in was haunted by the way and SOMEBODY was down right unsympathetic.
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