the junior that's going to take over my room has been texting me, asking general questions about the furniture, what she needs to buy and all that. i'll probably just give her the double bed bedsheets i have...sigh.
as much as i hate the pondan heater and the power point that keeps trying to give me electric shocks, i'm going to miss the little things i do here. like having this race only i know about, in which i try to wake up before my neighbour hangs out her laundry (that mainly consists of her husband's DHL red and yellow uniform), and seeing my horrifying morning face in the enourmous mirror opposite the bed first thing every morning.
most of all i shall miss taking everything niesa says the wrong way and making her feel bad by pretending she'd hurt my feelings, and making Hanis Zalikha/Izdiyani/YouTube related jokes/references that nobody else gets except for her.
...and stealing her food too, obviously.
i nearly spelled the above except 'accept'. i fail at life.
2 comments:
T_T *sad*
:'(
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