the queen's back.

im backk.
after two days of the race.

the moment i stepped into the house
i had to fend off lola's nails and desperate attempts to hug me.
cos i was filthy beyond words
and she could only reach my knees
which are in quite bad shape by now
though they weren't very badly bruised.

the pus after the bath was indescripable.
didnt know wad to do with it
but bro made me dry it up 'properly' n put gauze.
said to see the doctor tmr.
hope to get it wrapped like a pig's trotters.
i think it'll look cool.

ive learnt so much in this one sem-
that some people just don't understand instructions
no matter how many times you reiterate them;
sometimes we set stuff to remb but we forget them;
teamwork is the hardest thing on earth;
interpersonal skills are much more than social skills.
tonnes more
but im tired.
very tired.

if i don't reply your smses,
there are two possibilities-
i didnt have the time to
or i didnt want to.
if i didnt call you back
its definitely cos i wasnt free
and when i am its too late.

let me be aiight.
and everyone,
just stop thinkin im angry.
i figure i cant do much abt my tone now
cos i dont see the real prob with it
but stop irritating me by saying sorry.
i swear i'll slap you if i get pissed off
with all the "are you pissed off"s you shoot at me.