Looking closer you can see names written in all over it, Luke and Wayne are in Victoria, there's Krissy in Wagga, Pete and James in California, Rachel in Paramatta, Travis in North Carolina, Spides and Sophie in New Zealand, Jum in Sydney and Jace in the Philappines. If you happened to notice your name was missing from the map, you might decide to point it out to the slack bastard whose room your in, by signing the comments book by her desk. While doing so you may also notice the shelves. On the desk is a small wooden chest full of jewellry, ontop of which are several photos, Kristi, Jace and Wayne to name a few (see my C-Fam link.) Luke, Jum and Rhi would be there but their photo's are still in the mail (AREN'T THEY GUYS????! hehehehehehe).
Next to the desk is a chest of white draws upon which sits a stereo and a cd rack plus a bunch of tapes.
Turning to face into the room once more, you are confronted with the yellow doors of what appears to be a wardrobe. Painted in the centre of the double doors is a huge eyeball, blue in colour, with a silver teardrop for a pupil. Wooden fish bang against your head, swaying in the breeze from the open window and you wonder wether or not this person has any particular theme for her room, or if shes just insane. In truth, theres a bit of both, the theme is "C". I'm not going to bother explaining that, some of you will understand.
Bellbirds are chiming somewhere and as you take in the reast of the room, with its jade green and blue walls, its dark blue architraves and polished floor boards you notice the open window next to a second door, both of which overlook the valley in all its splendour as the sun sets in the west. Below this window is a big cane papa san chair, draped with a cow patern rug, next to it stands a tall black trombone case, collecting dust while serving as a hat stand for a red, yellow, purple and black five pointed jester hat. Beside that is a weaving loom, warped and ready, and somewhere there's a weaving board standing on a painting easel, half finished. Wandering over you may decide to open the door.
You may however, find the wooden ladder a little more interesting. From this point of view you realise that the wooden rafters from which the fish are hanging aren't the ceiling, but infact the floor.
