my room.

hmm.

my room stinks. and its stuffy. the windows have been stuck eversince they plastered a new layer of paint over the surroundings. its either the paint stuck in the hinges (cmon, my window grills are 1970s) or the rust from washing away the peels. whatever the case. its stuck. and making it very stuffy.

no, doesnt help too that i get direct sunlight everymorning till noon. and of course. my blinds are spoilt as well. they have been ever since i pulled the strings too hard one-too-happy-morning.

disastrous.

oh did i mention the horrid dust that perpetually floats in from the road junction just 50m away? everything went wrong when we hacked of the jackfruit tree. (yes yes, i have fruit trees in my house. how retro is that.) where's my shade? where's my sound barrier against the stupid honking and the occassional familiar sound of tires screeching and windscreens bits spraying into the air in a brilliant crescendo?

no wait.

where's my annual harvest of jackfruits? (technically its called chempedat, er. whatever.

sigh. no, i'm not missing the tree that much. I'm appreciative of non-existent 5AM visits of honey bees, roots creeping into my living room and weird itchy sap that drops on you for just walking around your garden.

i miss my future room. i can almost imagine it already. boo hoo. oh shuttup and let me mourn a little. sniff.