hello there, this exists to help my failing memory remember things I would want to remember a few years down the road.

My brain cells are falling asleep by the minute, but I still think this deserves an entry..!

This morning at 4am I finally managed to fall asleep on the sofa at the ward. The next time I go I will bring a fur coat. But thank God, I don't have to go no more. Mum is gonna be home tomorrow. :)

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So today we carried out Operation Clutterclear hurriedly.
If you've been to my place, you will know there's clutter everywhere.
So much clutter than Yiyou was saying everywhere you turn there's something to shoot, as in photograph.

It was just my 2nd sister and I,
and I was battling the refrigerator and all the oh-my-god-you-wont-believe-this-is-here moments while my sis climbed high to vacuum dust bunnies off the ceiling.

I really completely forgot that my fridge actually has a light behind,
and now I am proud to say I can see the light!, and the ice cream staring at me. ",

The stains I took so damn long to scrub reminded me of how long Mum has been shouldering all these shit chores alone, and I'm happy no one pointed fingers at me and my pampered ass. :$

After dinner, my aunt, my little cousin and my eldest nephew, Keven, and my 2nd bro-in-law decided to come for the "exhibition" after hearing us talk in such enthusiasm and disbelief our encounters with "interesting" stuff midst the clutter, including my eldest sis with her fair share at the workshop. Think the creature I am most afraid of x many many many.

And they all got to work to help.
The little ones helped to sort the stuff out, and even labelled the boxes.

Keven was singing at the top of his lungs, "we're building a dream....go Singapore!" and humming the Central mall's jingle. Curse these advertising jingles that ring in your head!
He was so cute, he couldn't write "clothes" in chinese characters,
so he drew a little shirt. Then my little cousin filled in the words.


She saw my room and went ahhhh I love your room, got ladder and sofabed and I like how your table faces the door! HAHA. I felt like a cool elder cousin for (just) a second. Yes, I love my room too, minus the mess- I have 3 printers and 2 lightboxes sitting proudly there (Kiappy, when are you moving them awayyy).

So we cleaned and SNEEZED and cleared and COUGHED and exclaimed together,
then my elder cousin, dad, eldest sis all came and helped to move the rubbish and tadaa,
we see the floor.

And I found treasures!
I mean rather falling short of cool fashion girls who thrift vintage clothes from their mums/thrift stores...
but I found a vintage...


harmonica!

& yes, I've always liked harmonicas..!
and vintage packaging is my new indulgence.

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So this very interesting family gathering cheered me up a lot.
Been feeling down and (left) out.

Tomorrow morning I will remember to water the plants, boil water, do the laundry...
It's time to contribute to the home and household God placed me in, far beyond just doing fine in what I do- in school, and not getting into trouble. It's time to get the pampered ass that grew up taking things for granted to move and to grow up. I think sometimes the role reversal is rather sweet, it's weirdly nice hearing those scrubbing sounds coming from the loo, and knowing it's Dad.

I have an uncle that reminds me a little of charlie chaplin, and I always thought he and my aunt were really sweet together. I guess it's because they were more expressive in their love and all, which is very uncommon for my very asian and very chinese family. She came to visit Mum and told me of the divorce. I was quite shocked, and she spoke with so much regret I wished I could find words to comfort, but I couldn't.

And though my parents have petty cold wars nowadays, I think it still takes a lot of love for people to go through so much shit and dust bunnies, interesting habits and whatnot, and still accept Mum. I need to remember and appreciate quiet Love.

I have a long day tomorrow aka in a few hours'.
And I have a FYP that's sitting staring and waiting for me.
I'll worry about you soon, because you're not my everything, dear project.
(....AND I WILL WORRY ABOUT MY CHRISTMAS CARDS.....) 0 comments

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