the girl with the broken smile.

Ian and I on the MRT.

I'm in the shower and I'm writing a song,
Stop me if you've heard it,
My skin is soapy and my hair is wet,
And Tegrin spelled backwards is Nirget.
Lather, rinse, repeat,
And lather, rinse, repeat,
And lather, rinse, repeat,
As needed.

I like my sister.

Though she is older by 5 years, sometimes it feels like I have a younger sister. =) She's like a little kid, always pouting and "sai-nai"ing to get what she wants. When we go out, I feel like I'm the one taking care of her, but really she's the one taking care of me. Haha..

My sister teaches me the things she knows. From her, I learnt alot about dogs and cats and keeping animals. She is a really unorthodoxed learner, but smarter than anyone ever gives her credit for. I wished for her to have gone to poly, but I guess tt's too late now.

Can you see yourself five years down the road?
What would you be doing with life?
How about the superficial surfacial things:
What would your skin condition be like?

So many questions.

Having a sister five years older than me helps me envision myself 5 years from now better. What she does sort of gives me a spine of what I might wanna do.

Imagine a piece of paper that routes my future. Education and my environment helps draw lines and plot points on the paper, and my sister's present is a clear line that moves across the paper as something I can compare my plotted lines and dots to.

You get what I'm trying to say?

Haha.. I know this post has nothing to do with the picture, and I don't make much sense. But that seems the way with me most of the time nowadays, doesnt it? hehe..