Once upon a time, there lived a girl who had a cosy room with fluffy toys lined up along her favourite ‘get away’ spot in this daunting world. The corner of her bed was the place where she would find solitude and hide away from the evil forces of Stress, Peer Pressure, Home Sickness and Expected Performance. She would curl up into a ball, hugging her favourite fluff toy and just spend time with herself and her Maker. That corner was her physical sanctuary.
But one day, the harmonious aura of that corner was distressed. That day, the girl came in her room and found twigs, leaves and debris in her little haven corner. She steered her vision upwards, and to her dismay, a hole about the size of a tennis ball was found. In panic, she ran to show her housemates the new sighting, who called the landlords to fix the problem.
That night, and the nights of three weeks after that incident, this poor girl had the couch in the living room as her temporary bed. Her corner was invaded. She had no sanctuary to go to. This public area can never replace the same feeling she could receive from her corner.
The landlord (though delayed but eventually) came to fix the hole. Possum repellent was sprayed in the hole b4 covering it up. The girl rearranged her room setting to avoid having her corner from being invaded again.
Yet... the awesome possum is still there. Making noises day and night, with the ultimate motive of annoying the girl till she starts pulling her hair off.
... and the girl awaits for her ‘happily ever after’ scene.
But one day, the harmonious aura of that corner was distressed. That day, the girl came in her room and found twigs, leaves and debris in her little haven corner. She steered her vision upwards, and to her dismay, a hole about the size of a tennis ball was found. In panic, she ran to show her housemates the new sighting, who called the landlords to fix the problem.
That night, and the nights of three weeks after that incident, this poor girl had the couch in the living room as her temporary bed. Her corner was invaded. She had no sanctuary to go to. This public area can never replace the same feeling she could receive from her corner.
The landlord (though delayed but eventually) came to fix the hole. Possum repellent was sprayed in the hole b4 covering it up. The girl rearranged her room setting to avoid having her corner from being invaded again.
Yet... the awesome possum is still there. Making noises day and night, with the ultimate motive of annoying the girl till she starts pulling her hair off.
Not yet, awesome possum... I’m not falling into ur vicious plans. I will get u! One day, just wait. I will get u!!! Like how Mr. Black (from the Black Book) would say: “I’ll suck your eyeballs out and use it as ear muffles to drown the screams you make as I grind u into fine paste for my sandwich spread”
... and the girl awaits for her ‘happily ever after’ scene.
