Jump into my nightmare. The water's warm.

My cous and I went out for a bike ride last afternoon. But my bike got into some sort of stupid mishap which made us have to cut our ride short and walked for the last half kilometre to my house instead of riding the bike.

It was so tiring and hot, so we decided to do a cannonball competition in the backyard's pool just to cool off.
I wanted to take picture and my stupid self almost dropped my phone into the pool. Typical Febie.

Now that is Friday, this weekend is almost close to perfect since we barely have any homework and there's no class test whatsoever tomorrow.

Lyfe iz gr8t.

A House Is Not A Home

Last saturday consisted of earling morning hairspray, a huge house that I first thought belong to some awkward stranger, a face caked up with make-up (it's disgusting, really), relatives, lots of it, and running races.
I can't believe that our new house has finally finished after all of those desperate years waiting and fixing and rearranging it, that it seems almost impossible for it to ever finish.
But there we were, doing the symbolic opening-of-the-door ceremony and there were so many people came and I knew almost all of them and it's really insane.
Mom and I still can not seem to comprehend the fact that this is actually our house. Not some stranger. And it felt surprisingly odd for me.
Maybe adjusting does take time.