Aftermath

Just had my shower.


One word.


MADNESS.



Been up for 42 hours. Cleaning and packing non stop (with the exception of a lunch and dinner break of course).

Thank God for Gdine who came over to help me out. Else I'd have drowned in my hoardes of Stuff.


No pictures. No more. It's been mad crazy. I've brought out literally everything from my cupboards and wardrobes. Except my bookshelves and display panel coz those wardrobes are like Narnia.
How did my mom manage to stuff all these stuff IN MY ROOM?! Like hello?! My room is the smallest can?!

Did some reshuffling and thrown out truckloads of STUFF.
My cupboards are now Dust and Mould free. Yea. Apparently there's been some mould.


Damn. my Hands are raw. Reddish and stinging. I finished a bottle of Dettol in one day. HEH.
How else to fight mould?!

Damit my hands look like they've aged 10 years in a day.

FML.



I've found so much stuff it's not funny anymore.


And my back is aching. Big time.

Not to mention how my feet are screaming and my thighs are refusing to hold my weight any longer when I was freaking sweeping and mopping the floor after everything.



This is like the most housework I've done for a long time o.O

Heh. At least I paid myself $78 for the work done. Found money in my bag, my cupboards and drawers. :D

k...

My brain's not even functioning.


Darn hair. DRY! FASTER!


Me goes get a massage at the massage chair. :)




xxxxx

13th Apr.

So then I found out I've yet to post the above.

Well guess what, after 7 hours of sleep I woke up to a full bodyache. Even the slightest movement would cause me to wince in pain. Arms, shoulders, neck, legs, ass and most of all, my lower back.

Never again.

I'm really grateful Gdine came over to help. Guess I forgot to mention the part when I was taking in the sight of all my stuff covering most parts of our pathetic apartment. The clock was ticking and all I could think of was my mom screaming at me for having made such a mess.

I found myself on the verge of breaking down and in a crying frenzy from fatigue and the feeling of not knowing how to carry on with the huge mess I've churned spontaneously.

They say friends are like thighs, they stick together thru thick or thin. Gdine was there to get things in order when I was physically and mentally retarded.


Funny though, she went on home and was apparently 'inspired' to do the same. However, I was physically 'destroyed' the next day to help her out with her mess. >.<


Heh. If u must know, the bodyache lasted for 2 days and the backache for a week.




I had the intention to write an entry about something else but I had to continue this unfinished post and now I'm too tired to rant on.


The gist of it is- I found out that one of my primary sch friend just graduated from HARVARD. That tall, lanky, slightly eccentric nerdy looking boy. Harvard.


WHAT HAVE I DONE WITH MY LIFE?!


And another thing. It works miracle when u say the word "unemployed" to random telemarketer from a bank who either wants to issue u a new credit card or loan.

I was like "No, not interested" for 2 times, but she wouldnt stop yakking. In exasperation I interrupted her pitch with "Sorry, I'm unemployed now". Almost at once, her ability to take cues kicks in and she hurriedly said "Thank you, bye".
And a little disappointed/ pissed or a mixture at that.
*rolls eyes*

Like hello? If you've taken my word for it in the first place, or even the second time, you wouldnt have to waste like 5 minutes of our precious time!
tsk. Unlike u, I have better things to do. Like watch Survivor.


:D