Poop-ie...and a lost sock

You know how sometimes there are certain things that become very automatic, and ya brain just functions with your sub-consciousness, when that happens, suppose something happens, you can’t remember exactly what you did…it just happened today. I was doing my laundry and trying to cook dinner…and I think I lost a sock ( I reckon I might have threw it out with my dirty plastic bag ) silly don’t ya thing?

Still though, small thing I ought to worry about. It’s but a lost sock..even though it’s one of my favourit-est pair of socks…I still get to keep the other to protect my hockey stick, which in another sense, it’s absolutely wonderful…in fact it’s a SPECTACULAR idea.

I had an amazing day today. Today was kampung girl to city girl day. I had tonnes of fun in the city. FCUK was on sale…so I got a pair of trousers for 25% of the original price. Fantastic. I had coffee today (not just any coffee, but black and blue, smelt of cocoa beans!), had a great lunch with my cousin and her housemate (who’s brother I know from AC ). Thanx to Jerren too, I got nice gelati!

I miss how busy the city can be. How bustling it can be.

I guess that’s the thing that’s making me like the city so much now. It’s bustling. Not quiet. It has all the things I really enjoy, like Starbucks. I like how that my cousin is there now. I like how it’s crowded and when you stare up to the sky, you get the feeling of awe. Two different worlds co-existing side by side.

One ought not to compare though.