let me describe the scenery to you. disclaimer: it can get quite gross.

i'm on my bed, the laptop's on the floor. my legs are dangling over the bed, cramping up cos i'm using my toes to type all this!!!!

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okay. i can't stand it no more, my hands are taking over. dya know i took twenty minutes just to type the above AND get into blogger? yeah. i used my toes on the touchpad and navigated the tiny arrow over to the mozilla icon. clicked on it and typed blogger.com into it. sign out of my sister's blogger's account and signed into my own. quite an accomplishment, don't you think? i know it's lame, but i didn't want to sit on the cold floor then. but seeing how my toes are cramping up, i had no choice but to let my nimble fingers do the job. :D

ANYWAY, i'm letting my laptop charge now, so when it's fully charged, i can go onto my bed and do newsweek. they're my last homework. :D

i shall add a [/edit] sign later. imma go and watch American Dragon on Disney Channel now!

p.s. have i told you that isketch is my latest thing? more later!

[/edit] yes, here's my much overdued edit post. it's 11.35PM now and my whole household is sleeping this early once again. i just had an exciting discussion about my fanfic with my sister and is considerably fired up now. except that we were talking about future sequels, but i'm nowhere near completing my first story. what a loser.

well, i think i'm going to sleep soon. i DID study for chem before the whole discussion took place. oh i do love Twilight so.

anyways, i was packing my bag for tomorrow when i suddenly realised how pink i am. this may sound horribly stupid to you, but it's just one of those "oh!" moments where things right under your nose are suddenly made obvious to you. i was stuffing my pink umbrella into my bag, which was on my pink bed and near my pink cushion.

and then i asked myself exactly how much i loved pink. but the question quickly turned into "do i love pink at all?". i mean, when you love someone, you can tell by your behaviour towards that person and how that person returns the love, right? but what about a non-living thing, which doesn't have a shape and form? a COLOUR, to be accurate.

i may be so used to having pink things that i naturally deem it as my favourite colour. everybody associates me with pink (or vice versa) all the time, but do i really love pink? honestly though, i can't quite imagine myself liking any colour other than pink. maybe it's a habit which is hard to kick? i don't know. it's just... my colour. i choose pink for any possible objects, and if there isn't a pink (like my correction tape), i take the closest colour (red). pink and me go wayyyy back, but how far will we go?

so yeah. just something on my mind which came to me a while ago. thought i might type it out so i can sleep in peace. you know, sometimes you just can't sleep with a question nibbling away at you. heh.

so goodnight, people! sleep sweet.

[i do wonder what's the point of a blog if all you do, is put up a front.]