Thanks to mom for waking me up this morning. Otherwise I would have missed another class. I asked her to break down my door if she must, and she almost did.
At last, I washed the car. Even sprayed garden mist in it. Baby is so shiny now. Can’t wait to drive it tomorrow. Hahaha.
Mopped every floor area in the house. Cleared up mess in my room. Uncluttered room breeds uncluttered mind. Know?
I’ve finally mastered hulahooping with my arms. Yay. Fucking painful though. But I will not stop until my arms shrink.
Dad’s raving about the divinity of Rotiboy’s mexican bun. Even went as far to suggest we start up a bakery shop. Too bad, he doesn’t realise that the fad’s probably over like, century ago? Sometimes I can’t help but be humoured by the naivety of my parents. And to think that one day I’ll morph into the exact replica of them. Hahaha.
What does it tell you about a man who utters “You’re too kind” when you say you love him?