I have just finished coating half of my bedroom walls with the sealant. Well, no. Actually, I have just finished playing MW3 after coating the bedroom walls, but that's irrelevant. It was a tedious task, really. The smell — OMG. It feels like the walls of my innards are thinning. It leaves this burning sensation, but after a while, I got used to it. Or, maybe I just forgot all about it because my sister and I were alternating between talking about whatever and singing along to whatever songs were playing on the laptop.

I'm going to miss my velvet purple wall, but as my father has said, it's a bit too dark, and my bedroom isn't that spacious to begin with so I was standing there with the paintbrush in my hand trying not to be too offended with his remarks. It shouldn't, of course. I'm being just overly emotional. But that's okay because in saying goodbye to purple, I'm welcoming—wait for it—aqua marine. Think Tiffany blue. Around that hue value.

I'm excited, of course.

Know what else I'm excited for?

The fasting month.

And my sketch of Loki/Tom — because I'm completely smitten with him.

How could I have forgotten to watch the Euro final?

Incredulous, indeed.

Oh, Spain.

Know that the renovation has started and I'm not very fond of the current living situation. Everything is dusty and I feel like I'm constantly covered with grime. Even my cats are dirty. And making a trip to the bathroom is not as convenient as it used to be; we have to use the common toilet provided for affected residents at the void deck. I'm paranoid of perverted people every single time I have to go down to relief myself. Also, the hot weather just adds to the infuriation, as well as the apparent limited choice of activities to occupy myself with.