home

frankly i love my home. i love to go home and just slack. be it watching tv programs or just stone in front of the computer. but nowadays, things at home are getting complicated. the moment i step into the house, the usual dynamo smell has been overwhelmed with cigarette smoke.

yes, ima smoker - a passive one. (am i dying?)

and thus i loathe my house. it's like a club atmosphere. excluding the crowd and groovy sound systems and all. oh yes. did i mention? my fridge is also filled with alcohol. however i've stock up some healthier food, that are suitable for a mundane human consumption.

grocery bags from cold storage.

my fridge after me stocking up.

so when then will my cousin's ex leave my home. i feel so constrained. in my own home?! this is disgusting. yes. no privacy and stuff. miss days where i can wear whatever at home. argh*

pray that God will just bless my cousin's ex a roof above his head, just not my roof k?

i miss myfetisharmy boy the moment he leaves from my sight. hug*

my calender for this mth.

so cartoon huh.

:p