A Sunday afternoon.
Accompanied with sticks of strawberry poky biscuits;
the wheather switching from scorching hot to freezing cold and back;
with the pressure to study but not giving in;
and my WR staring from my laptop screen;
and Jason Mraz’s songs playing in the background;
with me feeling his music;
Smiling to my stupid webcam;
to another pack of strawberry poky.
… Till night falls i shall continue to procrastinate. Till night falls.
…Talking about NewYorkNewYork
A: … Oh ya, the one you ate that time also not bad.
(Me and A at the same time)
C: What did i eat?
A: What did you eat huh?
C: Hahahaha, you’re just saying for the sake of saying right -.-