deepa raya hols!

yes, i know. i;ve updated properly in 1200 BC.
ah well.

anne's leaving on sat. tmrw she's having this lunch thingy. i wanna go, but transport...BLEH.
can you imagine leaving home so suddenly? i cant. i cant leave my room for starters. it's a part of me! the slobbiness. the only two photos in my room. my gorgy wardrobe which sadly has far too much empty space inside. the bedside shelf thingy. with all the soft toys facing inwards or left in cupboards to not freak me out. the fifteen gorgy orchid stems. the mark on my door when mum and i argued so badly and i locked the door and dragged my bed across it. the stain on the floor from when we went UK and my uncle somehow let nelson pee in my room without even noticing.(i'm still freaking pissed - i mean, what the hell was he doing in my room anyway? he's not allowed!). the pink walls, which my kakak insisted we have. the dirty footprints on the wall (apparently i DO do kungfu in my sleep). the balcony i insisted on. the lack of a door leading to the balcony - but sufficient windows to do That job. the scary steps which still spoook me out. the sofa which doubles as a bed.

i know. if a person could get sued for the overusage of the word 'i', i'd have been sued a trillion times over. oops, there i go again!

anyway. hate results. seriously. gross. ew. so. BLEARGH.
i had lots to say.
but it just dried up.

happy deepa raya, folks!

sorry!

what started out as socks moved on to life and responsibility and gaffy and cat litter and GAH
sorry ling
love you loads. haha
in a totally unles way, durh.
BLEH.