(ranting starts here)

why do i need a job?

because when i have plenty of time in my hands, i spend too much money and develop a very unhealthy lifestyle e.g bedtime starts when it's get up time for others but more importantly, my alter ego, the psychotic clean freak steps up in action far too often for my goodwill.

what have i done the past hour or so?

frantically cleaning up my table, sorting out junks (who does that?!), changing my bedsheets (which reminds me that i dread changing quilt covers,it drives me close to tears), and yeah swept the floors for the- let's see- third time of the day.

the consequences of my action?

i am now starving and craving for curry puffs. do not get me started on my backache. mom, when are we going for that massage, damn it.Only God knows how desperate i am in need of one hour full of rubbing, squealing, relieving massage. Even though i think i am quite the ticklish kind.

On a lighter side, am hoping that my cell will be ready for collection tomorrow! (today) Living w/o my cell has made me a wreck and the thought of possibly losing the datas has indeed driven me absolutely crazy.Think phonebook!, unread messages!, saved messages!, old messages!, homemade videos (lol jk), but seriously, you get it.

i want me cell back damn it.with the datas in it. thank you.



(end of ranting by the psychotic other half)

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photo credits: Nadia C.

Until then :D