staying home on a saturday night

there is a mountain list of work to be done
and yet all i really wanna do is shop.

actually i quite enjoy this semester's workload
so it's not that bothersome a chore
it just takes a lot of time
cos i think and write at the breakneck speed of a snail

we went to pick up trash today!
at some secluded rubbish-infested woodlands beach
with my ism gang
really glad i went
cos it was a fun yet sombre eye-opener
the beach was practically a mini landfill
i found a bra! as well as a soggy sanitary pad
the guys were tickled by (presumably) used condoms they found.
countless panties, balls, helmets, shoes, toys, handbags
it does make you wonder how they land up there in the first place
and frankly i'm glad we helped to remove bits of it this morning
knowing that a part of it will go towards making someone realise
the damage we're inflicting on our planet.

i'm missing that boy like crazy.
goof = lots of tlc and hugs and cuddles and snuggles
yes ling, and slightly retarded babytalk.

alright, enough of musing
back to work.