December 26, 2007
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Current state of mind: Packing is stress. Salty to agree.
I woke up to the sight of my wardrobe. Gah. It was scary.
I've forgotten the art of folding clothes. no wait a minute. i dun think there's ever a time i've folded a piece neatly. ever.
It was always Via (and kakak) who'd spoil me and patiently fold my entire wardrobe, sorting out in colours like its the easiest thing to do.and its always Yee or Tats that would do the folding for Bamboo. never me. One could pretty much imagine my junksite now that i live outside of home. It flows like the River Nile i don't even bother closing its door. With Bren and her photo proof, i only wish i could live in denial.
My attempt to sit down and work on the chore is always cut back by that evil voice telling me that i'd be continuing my nomad cycle once again so why give a fly's ass. and because i IS evil and i IS lazy, the River Nile it is.
need to start packing again. shoot.
god bless me.
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Of all things good and evil, i made the choice of cultivating the River Nile by joining the bandwagon and hitting the stores for boxing day sales. holy mother of god: never have i seen Sydney THAT packed with gila ang mohs and asians with the rough estimation of 25% crazy women trying shoes, 25% crazy women slabbing on public make up, 30% crazy women fighting for fitting rooms and the remaining 20% crazy gay men shreakin OMMGGGG that is.. like soooo totally fab. fling hand fling hand.
sad to say i was in the 25% quarter of women slabbing on public make up, spending a bomb at Kit, Lancome and M.A.C. AND the 25% quarter of women trying shoes. AND the 30% crazy women fighting for fitting rooms. Having my shopping accomplice going 'YEAH YEAH...NICE NICE.....NNNOOIIICEEEE' didnt help much either.
GO river nile. May u flow like the river nile should.
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Hair gone crazier. same colour. same length. just crazier
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