| 0905h
Feeling... strangely motivated Happiness of the day: but the day's only just begun! Event of the week: flight home on 13th May Now I really feel like such an attention seeker, haha, outright asking for fanmail. But hey, that was written at like 2 or 3 am. Man, if yesterday was a regular school/finals day, I would have concussed by then. But last night, riding on a natural [ie not alcohol or drug induced] high, I couldn't sleep yet, and hence that erm, entry. So damn you people who tell me I'm attention seeking. I'm not! But come on, you know you like me, you love my entries, you would have sent me fan mail even without me asking, right??? haha.... but seriously, heck the fanmail, the day when I get totally sick of this journal, I will just drop it, even if this makes your life more beautiful. Because essentially, this is about my life. If I want to hide away, that's just too bad for you kaypohs then. Nyak. ********** Today is errands day. Keeping myself busy....let's see, I have so many things to do:
I guess it doesn't seem like a lot of things to do, but I feel like it is. Especially the packing part. I'm probably going to enjoy the kitchen scrubbing part, simply cos I've grown so attached to the kitchen over this finals period, baking stuff everyday [oh, by the way, I cooked green bean soup yesterday instead of baking. Oriental desserts]. But the state of the kitchen disgusts me - the miscellaneous dirt on the floor, the thin layer of sticky oil over the bottles, the toaster that looks like it's not been cleaned for 500 years. Yeah, I think scrubbing the kitchen's going to give me an immense sense of satisfaction. And a good work out too. Baking everyday didn't do good things to my waistline. No, wait, let me clarify: the baking itself was fine. it was the irresistible end products [since I'm such a good baker!] that caused all the problems... I have a busy day ahead, so shall cut short the crap here. I feel happy already. Actually for no good reason, except for a good night's sleep. *cindy ties her hair back, puts on her maid-looking bandana, changes into comfy clothes and gets ready to get dirty....* Wait, hahaha...this is funny. One little piece of memory just popped into my conscious mind. When I was I think either 11 or 12, we had a school camp, and one of the games we played was charade. When it was my turn to give the clue, my question was "Cinderella". I immediately had all these ideas of how to perform this. First, point to myself, then get down on my knees and pretend to be scrubbing the floor, the run off the stage and drop one shoe intentionally. Perfect right? I didn't get to do the whole thing...I just pointed to myself, and was about to kneel, when my then-crush already guessed the answer. At that time, I was happy that he could guess it so easily - y'know, like we have telepathy, ah swoony swoon. But after a while, I realise something was horrible about that - I pointed to myself, and the first idea that came to him was "Cinderella"? WHY? I had the tortured maid look?! Argh.....telepathy my foot. Me scrubbing the kitchen floor brings back childhood memories..ahahaha.. | |