Okay, my sister is mugging for her o levels, so I have no proper table to put my laptop on, so that I could write really really long entries. I am really sorry for that.

On Friday, I made cookies. We usually make a fair few before Eid, but this year, everyone's been really lazy except for well, me. So I made this really chocolately cookie, but the dough turned out really watery and oily. See, baking makes me happy, but this time it made me feel shittier than ever. I never screw up my baking. They always turn out good. So yeah, it was really depressing for me. It tastes so good, but it turned into goo in the oven. So I tried to rectify it, added more flour and oatmeal and nuts and chocolate. Then it was okay. Phew. It tastes nice, but there wasn't that umph I tried to acheive. How disappointing.

Saturday, Floorball training. Okayy, I suck at sprinting stuff. And all training stuff entries lies in my livejournal, because I do not wish to elaborate. Haw haw.
I swept my room! Finally. I was wondering when I would do it. Re-did the 'sofa' in my room, changed the potpurri, cleaned my dressing table. My room smells oh so vanilla-y. You know, it looks great now. If only there wasn't any books strewn all over the floor and a crumpled box and shoe boxes. Of course, I need a carpet.

I noticed I haven't been posting pictures. So here's a peek at how my room is!


Sweeping event of the year. Look at the hair. I should be bald now.


Candles and vanilla ice-cream smelling potpourri.

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Other side of dressing table. My jewellery tree. There's a Gondorian Crest necklace on my african drum haha. And from the mirror you can see my poster of Jack Sparrow on the wall opposite, and the so-called sofa.

Sorry to cut this post short, but I've gotta go to school.

And it costs $5 to sleep in my room.

Labels: happy talk, i'm sorry i can't be fucked