Weather’s been really horrible these few days. And I’m sunburnt, so apart from feeling warm due to the weather, I’m like, emitting heat myself. Sort of like a radiator.

Still, it’s better than thunderstorms, I suppose. I don’t like thunderstorms in the middle of the night. Makes me feel isolated. It’s like, how I dislike socializing, but company would be nice. Some, I guess. I like being around people, I just don’t like being with people.

Why can’t I have a bath tub? I think the water bills will actually go down if I used one, instead of the shower head. With the tap running for 30 minutes, I think I can fill about 4 bath tubs? Oops. So it’s better to get a bath tub! But then everyone else can forget about using the bathroom.

I don’t know how people can manage to shower in 10 minutes. What can they do in 10 minutes? I don’t know why I take half an hour either, I’ll go in and come out and wonder why I lost so much time. Certainly doesn’t feel like half an hour. Think it’s because of the amount of shampoo I use, but I don’t see anything wrong with it. I remember the first time I showered in school, next to Michelle’s shower stall, was funny, she sounded shocked by the amount of foam that came from my shampoo. And I had used the shampoo is smaller quantities because I was afraid I would have a hard time washing it out. Oops. And it’s also not really my fault I like the smell of my shampoo.

When I was a kid I could stay in the bathroom for more than an hour. Half the time it’s because I was too afraid to get out. My parents would complain and threaten to punish me because I took too long to shower, so I thought that I would be safe inside the bathroom because the door is locked, and I refused to get out. I liked (and I still like) showering a lot because it’s me, myself, and I inside the bathroom. I remember climbing onto the sink, sitting there, then jumping out of it. Or standing under the shower with my clothes still on and wondering if that’s how standing in the rain feels like. Or splashing water onto the ceiling, trying to drench the lightbulb just to see what would happen. My parents didn’t know that (I think). Oh, and one thing I really really liked to do was to turn on the shower, then place it on the floor, so that the shower head is facing upwards, and then I’ll have a sprinkler. Then I’ll sit on the floor and watch the little droplets soar, arch, then fall. Sometimes I would use my father’s soap, because he then he used those kind of soaps that came in little rectangular bars. Then I’ll colour the tiles or to scrub the floor with it. But I was always careful not to use so much that it becomes too obvious that someone was messing around with it. I even rubbed off my fingerprints and smoothed out the dents that were made when the soap accidentally slipped out of my hands! I don’t think my father knew about it, and he kept using it, and I kept scrubbing the floor with it. Oops.

I daresay I wasn’t exactly the most well-behaved kid then. Heck, I even broke my bed while jumping on it. And I cracked the windscreen of my father’s car because I was sitting in front, looking at the air-con, and he suddenly said something and it startled me so much I jumped and knocked my head against it. He was pretty pissed for days.

But hey, those were the days when I was still young and destructive!

Anyway, with the weather like this, all I want to do is to laze around in an air conditioned room and stuff myself with ice cream. I adore eating from the tub! Eating it from a cup takes the kick out of eating it. The difference between eating it straight from the tub and with a cup is that for the former, you know that you’re eating a lot, but it doesn’t seem like a lot (and then you finish the whole thing and go “oops!”), and as for the latter, you’ll feel guilty throughout the whole process because you know that it’s not really a lot (since when is ice cream ever enough?) but it seems like you’re eating a lot. I mean, which sounds more, 1 tub of ice cream or 5 cups of ice cream?

I like ice cream when it’s really frozen, and not too creamy, so that I can actually chew on it for a while. I’m really glad my parents hardly ever buy ice cream, or else I’ll be making frequent trips to the freezer. Self-control will just melt away. Why deny myself of something so good?