Got junk?

So you stayed at my place for more some two months for free. I have no problem with that cos you don't have a job, you're looking for work, and you're a friend, so yeah, I just wanna help you out. At the end of the two months you decide to go back to Singapore cos you can't find a job. That's cool too.

What's not cool is that you left PILES OF JUNK at my place for me to clean up. It took Joyce and me the whole night to clean up your shit. And then you have the gall to ask us to go to your friend's place to pick up stuff that you left there?

WTF... I don't mind letting you stay at my place for free since you can't afford rent, but the very least you could do is to clean up your own shit when you leave!

When you made a mess of the living room, I didn't say a single damn thing. when you left dishes in the sink for DAYS, I didn't say a damn thing. Why? Cos you're Joyce's friend, and she didn't want to make you feel unwelcome, and she pretty much forbade me from saying anythin. Looking back, I wish I had taken your ass to task and made you clean up your mess.

Fuck!

Aching!!

I hate moving. I hate having to CLIMB UP TWO FLIGHTS OF STAIRS. I hate heavy boxes filled with... with STUFF. I hate doing all the above when Mr Sun decides to work really hard that day and produces some intense "burn-you-to-a-crisp" sunshine. I'm just glad it's all behind me, and the next time I have to rent a uhaul truck will be a loooong way in the distant future.

Why write?

I write crap about whatever I feel like. Stuff I see. Stuff I feel. And especially, I write as an emotional release. It also serves as a way for me to remember my past, those fleeting slices of time that mean so much but are often so easily forgotten.

Email blog?

This is the first time I'm emailing a blog. Test. Test. Test. If you can see this, then obviously the email thingy works. How cool is that.

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In case you haven't noticed, I'm importing all my diary entries from my previous blogging website into blogger.com, so that's why there's so much "old news" from way back when. Brownie points for you if you recognize where the title comes from... *grin*