it has been too long.
too busy with stuff.
anyway, this has been on my mind for a while now.
you know when you're in a shopping mall and they have those potted plants at several spots throughout?
you do? good, because every time without fail, i always have to make way for people to walk. hence, this would mean that i am always walking through the plant. i swear this always happens to me.
why do i have to be the jungle woman and go through the bloody plant? why can't you --god forbid-- make way for ME.
if the plant was plastic then i would not be complaining too much but jesus, this is a real plant ok.

this is truly the story of my life.