neither black, nor white. just grey.

Sunday, November 28, 2004

i do not like walking home alone late at night.
hate, detest it.
u take the lift home, look out of that tiny window that lets u peek at all the floors as you go up.
n u swear, there was something on the 5th floor standing there in black. looking, watching.
u fumble with your keys as ure trying to open the door, u swore there were footsteps behind.
how can there be footsteps, when all that is behind you is a wall?

ok, lynnette... constance............. enough of exchanging ghost stories during work.
and! no more ju-on-ing.. shutter-ing.
plain old comedies suit me just fine.