Meant to blog about the wedding, which went very well, but cldn't. God knows how sick I am of these kids here staring at the comp by my side.



They come at regular intervals to try to decipher wat I'm chatting about. And shine this bloody miniature torchlight into my eyes and ears. And untie my hair and tie it again. My hair's all tangled now! Bah. Their mother, my cousin, comes at regular intervals too, asks me, "What are you doing lah Dhanya!!!", presses herself against my shoulders and stares at the screen.



Best part is, they're staying, leaving day after tmr.



Marvellous!



I shld stop getting so irritated. I shld stop getting so irritated. I shld stop getting so irritated. I shld stop getting so irritated. I shld stop getting so irritated. I shld stop getting so irritated.I shld stop getting so irritated.



They're nice kids, really. At least the boy is. The girl's seriously irritating and spoilt. And their mom...she's ok. Just a little irritating. Basically a good person.



Shit, why the hell am I being so nice? She irritates the SHIT out of me.



I can't wait till all this oh-I'm-staying-over-for-the-wedding ppl go and leave me alone. I cannot stand acting so good and decent. I wanna go out, but I can't! I gotta help arnd the house, be here to bloody attend to their needs.



Mom's screaming now. I need to get out. Argh.