devil in the house stalking me.

okay. am at the lobby now, with secure and stable wi-fi signal. shall now blog away.

so! what am i actually doing in malaysia, you ask? we'd been invited to a dinner tonight. an engagement dinner. it's at 8 tonight, which is why we're all still pretty much still slacking.

aunt and uncle had gone to her company to take some supplies, and so here i am in the lobby making use of the free wi-fi.

had ordered hawaiian pizza before i left, and i must say, i really made a fool out of myself through the room service telephone.

so, yesterday. the Zon. had explored the attached shopping mall, and then met up with my aunt who bought herself a pair of shoes. i'd wanted to get a few chocolates for the foster brother but most of them were pretty costly.

the last time i'd been at the Zon was two years ago, and i still remember the place considerably well. mom had bought me a purple dress then. and we had stayed at the hotel. want to see some pictures of 2010 now?

i really liked this weird stain on the carpet of the room my aunt was staying in !

and then the now;

 as for today, i'd had breakkie at the hotel, before slacking at the room for a bit. aunt and uncle left to go to the company thingy, and then i started singing at the top of my lungs. i even recorded myself!

had sat at the sink in the toilet, camwhoring with myself for a bit, and still singing some sad songs with a happy tune. eventually i got bored, and that was when i called for room service.

when my pizza came, i totally forgot the phrase "charge to the room", and i actually told the guy, "can i not pay now? i'll pay together with the hotel." he looked stumped for a bit, before getting what i'd wanted to say, and then he was like, "yes ma'am it is up to you, you can either pay by cash or charge the bill to your room.", emphasis on the phrase that he was aware i'd forgotten.

there were eight slices, but it still hadn't seemed enough.

and look, i've got a little devil in the hotel room stalking me.

still stalking me.

and so here i am in the lobby, looking damn serious but actually webcamwhoring away.

i am still bored, man.

and still worried about the sudden disappearance of foster brother.

have i told you there's mocha flavoured milo here? it's awesome!

still bored.

still worried.

and you know. i sort of miss being somebody's baby. in terms of parents and boyfriend. admittedly. i'd been on my own for so long already. o well. as i'd said so many times before; in this life, we will always be alone.

"you will never be alone" my ass.
"believe it or not i'm not gonna leave you anymore" his ass.

so i await my white tadpole to come and melt the steel that's wrapped so damn tightly around my heart. melt or break or whatever. depends on his strength.

it's like this; between the willow and the oak tree, the one that will eventually snap and break in the storm would be the oak tree, while the willow continues to gently breeze in the wind. 

so maybe my white tadpole is gonna be someone who's like me. emotional like hell on the inside.

i love him. i love my white tadpole.