la baignoire
It was a cold and rainy day..
Reading Hemingway.
It'd be nice to read in the bath tub. Or so I thought.
Of course, before lounging in there, I'd have to scrub it first.
And I really hated that!
Whenever I had to scrub this antique ceramic tub, I always thought, "Why the hell did I leave Indonesia?"
If my father overheard I had even just a slightest regret to be here, he'd be laughing so hard til he fell off his chair!
Thank God, he is a dinousaur and doesn't know about this blog at all!
A small price to pay for a little freedom~
Reading Hemingway.
It'd be nice to read in the bath tub. Or so I thought.
Of course, before lounging in there, I'd have to scrub it first.
And I really hated that!
Whenever I had to scrub this antique ceramic tub, I always thought, "Why the hell did I leave Indonesia?"
If my father overheard I had even just a slightest regret to be here, he'd be laughing so hard til he fell off his chair!
Thank God, he is a dinousaur and doesn't know about this blog at all!
A small price to pay for a little freedom~
posted by sphinxku at 1:21 PM
1 Comments:
a small entry that could make a mountain of misunderstanding. read this lightly and the joke is on me~
3:32 PM
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