Is it sad my writings stop after I disallow myself to blog about grey’s? Heehee. Anyhow, happy new year one and all. I hope you guys had a good time doing whatever you felt was apt to bid farewell to 2011. I decided before 2011 ends its sad course in my life, I ought to start the very delayed project broken, which is a euphemism to my pathetic attempt to redo my bedroom. I use the word pathetic not because it’s a lackluster effort or a failed mission but because I’m abusing dad’s kindness in tearing up the room and building the new furnitures. I’ve barely lifted a bone because he seems to have it all under control and I’ve probably done enough furniture building in perth for a lifetime, hence not wanting to be a part of the constructions. So project broken is mostly dad’s handiwork and my tyranny brains behind it HAHA. Hopefully at the end of it all, I will have a room with a vague semblance of human life in it, instead of it looking like the bedroom made up of discarded furniture. We have the new table and shelves in place but I think a new coat of paint would be necessary. Okay let me not further bore you.
New year’s eve also saw an extended lesson of fencing, and then squash and then sitting in the middle of a golf course wondering what different ways there possibly could be in building a recipe for disaster. I suppose if that is some prelude to 2012 then I must say it’s probably going to be a more interesting year ahead. Minus the disaster bit, but I guess you win some you lose some.
Nevertheless, this shall suffice as my 1st Jan post. Bye for now!
