wake up sleepyhead, wake up.

it's been freezing arsely, the idea to even victoria secretizing has become a no-no. the green grassy patches have been flooded so bad that one is able to reminansce on the way home. as i was walking back from semei, i remembered vietnam. i remembered elisa and her 'come wot may', shyanne and 'the silly door handle' and xanthe and 'the hidden shoes'. ahh, a little bit of the old days.