In Black and White

Well, it's been a week since the enigmatic heroine of Camia Street left the confines of her prized chamber in blue and ventured out to the Middle East, to the prosperous land of Dubai UAE and reunite with her father.

Not.

The truth is, after leaving the comforts of my cherished room I've been living quite... I dunno. Having less privacy than I would've wanted, sharing a bed with my deranged sister (lacking a better word), housework on a summer to-do list and no company of any age mate, what do you think?

If I put it that way, it seems so... horrible. It's not that bad. I'm actually happy with my family (save for the frequent squabbles with you-know-who) but I'm just having a case of... well, not homesickness- just missing my daily routine back at home.
What I'm worrying about is the depleted supply of books, music downloads (can't seem to find the right songs...), the ecstasy-giving Choco Mucho and my sanity with my sibs.

A little help?

Well, remembering the past summer didn't help my case a bit. I was so carefree last time... I wonder what happened to me now?

Probably the fact that I miss my FWENDZ so so much.

Proof? I literally LOL-ed after chatting with my friends yesterday. And I haven't laughed out that loud (of course I laugh here... just not so much it brings tears of joy in my eyes) since I arrived here.

But I'm certain this is not homesickness. Yet.