would a futon really be comfortable?

You know you're on holiday when:

• you wake up, without even glancing at the clock, goes back to sleep again.
• someone mentions a weird anatomy word and although it sounds familiar (like something the lecturer screamed in class), your brain hardly cares.
• it's raining and it takes you at least half an hour staring at the rain, trying to think what you're going to do today.

What's the word for it?
Oh, yeah.
Bliss.

Guilty eating.
Know that?
No, not when you're pressured by your friend to eat her homemade stew.
It's when you eat something so good; so oily, so salty and so sweet.
So deliciously sinful.
After the whole 'Puasa Walker' thinghy, I've been cutting my chips intake.
Till the other day.
A buy 1, free 1 kind of thing.
Never heard of the brand, but the sudden internal 'I want~' growled and I bought it.
Maaaan, it was so good.
One bite and the whole pack's gone.
The guilt came 2 minutes after I licked the bag clean.
The 'My waist just expanded 2 inches and my cheeks are officially chipmunk-ed again' kind of guilt.
Eurgh.
Wonder how this is gonna work when I go back home and finish off Lays all by myself.

Pushing all that aside, let's focus on the more wonderful things.
Like this:

Who's the adorable guy half-hidden in his futon? :D

Have a nice day!

*retreats under duvet*

Comments

[Melissa]

haha, wat a hols..
even the post smelled of holss xD