WHERE IS EVERYONE ?!

Hello?! it's a friday night, and young friendly beautiful clara (in a hot baggy old sch tshirt and pe shorts with hair all tossed back with sexy glit hairband) is...wth? in front of her comp?!

she has tried drawing, which only resulted in doleful foreign affairs;
tried painting, which also resulted in horrid spawns.
Mr Boredom thus tasked her with the exciting adventure of changing msn fonts every sentence.

now, there has to be something really wrong here.
her mum and dad, obviously beyond her youthful sparkling years, are out on a romantic date eating scrumptious seafood as she rumbles on aimlessly.

her sister, boyfriend-less, is out every night, on shopping sprees whereby the source of income is imminent.

her brother, not even a tender 16, and with his o'levels chugging towards him like a mosquito to my yummilicious blood, is also out and partying.

so wad exactly am i doing at home? why, woefully dreaming of more episodes of Heroes to watch and why, changing fonts of cos.

i am so bloody bored and grumpy with that pencil and a hand that might very well be a lousy exasperating expatriate then my own that i swear i'm going to scold someone soon.



aud's come to my rescue. bye, at last.