Oddly enough, today feels like a friday night gone wrong; ie, I shouldn't be holed up in a room that is the size of my toilet back at home. (Yes... home is not very far away. I can smell the food already. And my
bf's hair too!)
You know, somehow I have this really horrible feeling that when I go back to Singapore, it's not gonna be the partyeveryweek, shoppingeveryday, chillingovercoffeecumpeoplewatching. The only place I'll be chilling at would be home, with my Potter book in hand. So bloody fucked up I'd say.
K got me the book like what.. the day of release? And I haven't found time to finish it. Maybe 1 of the 5 hours on the lonesome plane ride home would be dedicated to reading it. Apart from that, when friday comes, it's time to repay the 500 odd hours of sleep debt.
I haven't had the luxury of taking afternoon naps ever since I came here. Today's one felt really good. x)
My parents have really made a wise decision in sending me to boring ol' Perth. In Singapore, they had so much trouble making me stay at home, complaining that I waste too much time outside yada yada.. Now, I will stay at home out of my own free will. Hahahahahahahaha.
Bf, you can take 7 and visit me. I know you don't like going out either unless it's with me. Or at least I hope so.. Bake cookies, yes?
The favouritest thing I enjoy doing apart from rushing into Sportsgirl would be doing laundry. Maybe I should tell my dad I wanna quit school since studying really isn't my forte. I'll stay here and make
K pay me big bucks for helping him wash clothes, cook, wash the dishes
cleanly, make his bed, fold his clothes. Basically, I'll be his domestic
helper girlfriend.
The weather is being a bitch again. It's like Melbourne in the making.. like 4 seasons in a day. And the flies? OMG. Don't even start opening your mouth to speak. The hp will be my new form of communication come Feb. Disgusting pieces of shit. They can be as big as the size of the nail on your ring finger.
Bye.
