*anonymity.
Whispers
naked.
tell me, what do you see?
i see lies, deception, and manipulation.
The Writer
the ironic water-bearer.
the gem. the life.
the one and only... miss A.
Watchers
Almiekat Ally Alias
Fatehah Nooraini
Fiza Bani
The Sister
Pok Xiang Yan
anonymity for life.
- the wishlist -
the lottery
the historical trip
a big king size bed
a great guy and ...
an accidental new love.
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Friday, March 25, 2011 @ 9:27 AM
it's scary how messed up things are now. my housemates are still not on talking terms. and now there is a new volcano brewing... or has it erupted? i've seen droplets of tears draining down those pretty eyes and could do nothing but just sit there and watch in silence.hmmm... on a happier note, the house recommended by yp was seriously beautiful. it was gorgeous, like a suite in a hotel. there are three lovely rooms... all fully furnished with beds and built-in cabinets and dressing table!! and there's an airconditioner in the room as well! there's a tv in the living room... a set of sofa and a nice little coffee-table by the window overlooking the sea!!! how gorgeous is that, you tell me?? and the best thing of all is the kitchen. everything is built in. even the refrigerator, stove, ventilator! there's a slide-in-dish-holder too! pretty awesome, if you ask me!! dr.ma is seriously an angel from heaven =P the master bed-room, which is the one that me and loolies are taking... consist of two single beds (yes, like those in hotel!!!!), a freaking HUGE wardrobe that is more than enough for the both of ours clothes... the space for study table is sufficient too. gorgeous. i don't know how to describe the excitement when i saw that place. all i could do was gasp and smile. however, i notice that certain someone was unhappy about all this shifting thing. he had this ugliest lips all of the sudden... which was drooping downwards and he looked pissed. well, of course he is pissed. he's jealous, i bet he is. and all the sarcasm in the car was so sour. it feels like he couldn't eat the grape, and hence he says the grape is sour. oh well. i don't really care about him. if he's unhappy, so be it. we can't please everyone in this world right. sometimes, we have to stand for what we think is best for us. allright, time for my bed now. signing off, miss a. Labels: footprints, new house. |