Now that we have established that I am ill, and in need of extreme attention, lets move on, shall we. =D
I miss my mum a lot. Whenever I'm sick, I want my mummy. She gives me all the attention, all the right strokes on the head, and hugs. She makes me yummy food, and makes sure I take my medication (no, not for the insanity. Gosh. Those are my other pills.) on time. She makes me feel all pampered and all, spoilt. Ahem. Yes. I'm still a big baby. *NYEH*.
So let me tell you what I've been upto in this city, lately.
- I've been with my mates, a lot of the time. It's great, being with them, and being able to actually talk to them face to face, and witness their reactions, when you say, "I'm getting married." Fun times. =D Okay, no, not really. But I guess it's really different, being able to actually, physically be with them, rather than wait for them on MSN messenger, for hours, to say one single thing. Ah, the internet. It shall be my only source of communication after a few months. GASP. I don't know how I survived, for six months, without being with them. Hmm.. *Tears up*. *Cries hysterically*. *Stops crying.. Niece gives chocolate. =D*
- I saw, The Omen. It wasn't scary. It was rather stupid. I remember seeing the original version. And the whole creepy, "Damien. Where are you?" *Shivers*. Yep, that was a wicked one. This one, however, was a letdown, I must say. I was expecting to be all girlie, and jump every few bits. But nothing of the sort happened. And, it wasn't even gory. Just one bit, when the guys head flies off. Tsk. The acting, was crap. I mean, the little boy, wasn't even scary. He didn't even creep me out. Gasp. I mean, me. The big huge baby. Scary movies these days are just too formulaic. BIG WORD. =D
- I brought two more pairs of shoes. Ahem. Technically, I gave one pair to my Niece, because they were far too big for me. So, that *phew* brings me down to 59 Pairs of shoes. Not 60. Yet. *Whistles innocently*..
- Since I've only really been here for a week, and a bit.. I've not done that much. I've been all over the place, and it feels like I've been here for quite sometime. In the midst of being sick, getting into cabs, and stuck in traffic, days have passed fast. I can't wait for the next two months, they will be much fun. I am home-sick, I know.. But mummy is coming here soon. Yaay! =D
- I found out how weak I really am today. My mate pinched me on my hand. I now have a big fat purple bruise on my arm. I will hurt, Fabio.
- I also realised, that, by travelling 7 hours away from London, my grogginess really hasn't improved. Ahem. I woke up so groggy today. Even two mugs of boiling hot coffee, yummy lemon cake and a hot shower, couldn't even stop it. GASP. "Look at me, I'm outta control!"
- I think thats all for now.. I need to get back to bed now, and sulk. I still want attention, by the way. Any and all kinds, are accepted. Please contact my personal.. er.. Secretary for more information. The following are happily accepted:
- Compliments
- Chocolates
- Head massages
- Continuous pampering
- Spa treatments - Expensive ones are gladly accepted
- A car
- A new mobile phone, that doesn't die out on you, when you smash it against a chair. Weakling.
- Hugs
- Jumpers
- Socks
- Food that I feel like having. Be it, a drink that can only be made in Timbuktoo, or an easy, beans on toast.
- Ice cream
- Money.. *Whistles innocently* - My account number can be taken from my secretary as well. Anything less than 150 Pounds will not, I repeat, WILL NOT be accepted. You will, however, be sporked.
Ahem. Oh, and my secretary is, FeevesFelix. Who is, yes, also, Fog's imaginary friend. He/She/It is either two people, or one person with two names. No one will ever know. =D
Random Something:
I'm using this as a, "Special Thanks" section, today. And here goes..
I'd like to thank, Dictionary.com for providing me with big words. It is cause of them, that today I can proudly lift my head up, and laugh, when a group of intelects (.. Or geeks) laugh at, lower brainier people. Ahem. I'm so totally clever now. *Joey dance*. I'd like to thank, Fog. For existing. Lastly, I'd like to thank the bees and the trees, for always being there for me. They always gave me something to talk about. *Sob*. I think I should leave now. This is getting far too emotional for me to handle now. Sniff.
4 comments:
I gotta say a big huge THANK YOU for coming over! The prezzies were awesome, and I hope you had fun. So glad I could finally meet you, and next time I throw a trip to London, Ima definitely gate-crashing your place! (And make off with Cookie whilst you're looking the other way! *whistles away...* J/k!)
And as for bruising - isn't it weird how most of the time, you really don't FEEL the pain that much, but the bruising is just BEYOND brutal when Fabio pinches you? How ODD! But then so is Fabio.. hehe.
Take care & see you soon!
Dilini xoxo
Is a fog I..fanks I existing I ha ha so funny. Feeves felix..FEEVES FELIX (LOOKS AROUND FRANTICALLY) FEEVESES ..stof hidin feeveses
oh hello there fog! So I see you're stil busy looking for Feeves. I wonder how/where and when Feeves/Felix came around. Sigh. Fog is so strange. =D
no stranz i fog. is vusy i, has seen feeveses felix you? fleas tell her i is hidin from him and is not under bed. fanks.
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