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Join me in my life of a regular Singaporean. Where there is nothing to do but shop and eat.
I am a 25 year old fresh IT grad searching for a career in a highly competitive market. At the moment I spend most of my life in front of my laptop. The internet is my currency to the world while I have none to spare ($$$). Read my thoughts and opinion. My triumphs and my breakdowns. I do not seek to inspire or beg to be praised. Simply my honest takes and I am all there is. |
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Sunday, March 27, 2005
.::clean up::.
.::clean up::.
what? no emails? three days ive been off the comp and even by today i get "zero emails"??? cam tak percaya plak...
i think i'm having a slight flu. or maybe its my allergy due to the dust that's been going around sinz yesterday. we've been cleaning the loft bed in the study room. that's where dad dumps his nonsense stuffz and Didi's other toys. its all becoz of dad's decision to tear down the store room 6 years ago. if he hadnt done that, things wd have been better and much cleaner. not onli the loft bed. little spaces like cupboards, under the beds, in between furnitures has over the years become our substitute of the store room. i had hoped that with the absence of a store room maybe dad wouldnt bring home 'more things' into the house. indeed i have been proven wrong. well here we are busy as a bee, discarding unwanted stuffz and leaving more space for living rather than storing. even now dad's trying to save some things, unnecessary things. that leaves me complaining non-stop all around the household. i hope he gets rid of those fishing rods that he has conveniently squeezed in between the bamboo poles in the already squeezy service balcony. if that place ever gets too overwhelmed with stuffz that i dont see the need to keep, im going on strike. i wont do laundry anymore. i dont care what my mom will do. as long as she doesnt settle it wif her husband, im not lifting a finger to the laundry. i dont understand my dad.
oh btw the cleaning of the loft bed was for me and my 3rd sis. we have sensitive noses. and that old brat living wif us, and who we had to share our room with, has been sleeping with the air conditioner set to the temperature of Antartica. freaking cold okay. sleep time which is supposed to be relaxing turned out to be back breaking for me by day break. so i gave up. im not the type who complains when i can find a way out of the problem. so i've been sleeping in the living room. [who's the spoilt brat now? kata dulu time kampung takde kipas sume..hah skarang dia plak yg melebih2..some ppl nv practice what they preach..so now i fuck care what she says or thinks..] so the thing is dad's cleaning out the loft bed for us to sleep in..he said he didnt want us to sleep in the living room anymore..awww, i love my dad..no matter how sickening that old man is, he still cares..he's still the best dad a girl could ever ask for..
so now im sleeping in the study room on the 1.5m tall loft bed..cool or what..like i finally get to use the loft bed..good things happen to those who are patient..
ok..gotta go cook lunch now..later in the evening we're going to ECP for dinner baby! yeahh..
i think i'm having a slight flu. or maybe its my allergy due to the dust that's been going around sinz yesterday. we've been cleaning the loft bed in the study room. that's where dad dumps his nonsense stuffz and Didi's other toys. its all becoz of dad's decision to tear down the store room 6 years ago. if he hadnt done that, things wd have been better and much cleaner. not onli the loft bed. little spaces like cupboards, under the beds, in between furnitures has over the years become our substitute of the store room. i had hoped that with the absence of a store room maybe dad wouldnt bring home 'more things' into the house. indeed i have been proven wrong. well here we are busy as a bee, discarding unwanted stuffz and leaving more space for living rather than storing. even now dad's trying to save some things, unnecessary things. that leaves me complaining non-stop all around the household. i hope he gets rid of those fishing rods that he has conveniently squeezed in between the bamboo poles in the already squeezy service balcony. if that place ever gets too overwhelmed with stuffz that i dont see the need to keep, im going on strike. i wont do laundry anymore. i dont care what my mom will do. as long as she doesnt settle it wif her husband, im not lifting a finger to the laundry. i dont understand my dad.
oh btw the cleaning of the loft bed was for me and my 3rd sis. we have sensitive noses. and that old brat living wif us, and who we had to share our room with, has been sleeping with the air conditioner set to the temperature of Antartica. freaking cold okay. sleep time which is supposed to be relaxing turned out to be back breaking for me by day break. so i gave up. im not the type who complains when i can find a way out of the problem. so i've been sleeping in the living room. [who's the spoilt brat now? kata dulu time kampung takde kipas sume..hah skarang dia plak yg melebih2..some ppl nv practice what they preach..so now i fuck care what she says or thinks..] so the thing is dad's cleaning out the loft bed for us to sleep in..he said he didnt want us to sleep in the living room anymore..awww, i love my dad..no matter how sickening that old man is, he still cares..he's still the best dad a girl could ever ask for..
so now im sleeping in the study room on the 1.5m tall loft bed..cool or what..like i finally get to use the loft bed..good things happen to those who are patient..
ok..gotta go cook lunch now..later in the evening we're going to ECP for dinner baby! yeahh..
posted at 10:42 AM