How do you spell exhausted?
g-e-r-i.
*collapses on bed*
Packing the house is a
crazy chore. I swear it's almost
inhuman. Then again, not everyone's house is
karang guni land like mine is.
How to move on sunday!! I'm getting seriously desperate here. I wish I could just magically teleport everything to where they're supposed to be. Or teleport all the rubbish to the incinerator.
Helppp... =(
And I'm getting so many cuts and bruises, thanks to the whole lot of mess in the place I call home. Not to mention, dozing off at work cos' I'm just too
tired to focus. Worst thing is, the pantry ran out of coffee!
First time when the popularity of coffee actually rises higher than that of milo. We're usually out of milo first. Haha.
I thought I had a huge mountain of stuffs after being in existence the last 22 years. But apparently my personal items amounted to less than 10 boxes. I think it's pretty decent actually.
Wait till you see my parents' things. I could faint a
hundred times over!
Looks like daddy was as much a supporter of
karang guni habits as mummy is. I don't know what to do with his things; throw them or keep?? It's like
mount everest number two. Arghh.
Ehh shucks la I've been blogging about nothing but
moving the past few days. My life this week has been non-existent! It's been a cyclic routine of waking up, going for work, rushing off asap and going to tpy to pack. Then sleep. And the same pattern repeats again the next day.
Geri needs a
life.
Badly. Date me out next week please. Before I rot away to nothingness. =(
And I don't know whether I'm looking forward to CNY or not. Granted, I want the holiday break for sure..plus it's my birthday week too..but..CNY isn't going to be the same anymore.
Not our own house, so can't even invite friends over to
bai nian. So many unhappy events in the extended family, I don't think they're going to celebrate CNY either.
No more counting down with the whole family in front of the telly, no more midnight trips to flower nurseries, which I've been accustomed to since I could walk. No more dressing up early on
chu yi morning to go
bai nian. No more searching for breakfast places after the first house visit and ending up at macdonald's. No more slacking at our own home and eating goodies while watching funny flicks. No more family steamboat dinner..
no more daddy.Nothing's the same anymore. I miss how my CNY used to be; no matter how unexciting, at least I would feel family warmth and the full meaning behind reunion dinners.
I almost wish for the times when daddy and mummy would debate over whose extended family's house to go to for reunion dinner first. No idea why both sides always clashed on the same day, same time, every year without fail. I used to be so annoyed and wished they would stop being ridiculous. Now, I want those nonsensical arguments back again.
Maybe I don't want CNY to come so quickly after all..
And there's a place I want to go to on 28th.
It will probably be a quiet birthday after all..after my 21st, birthdays are never the same again.
I want to stop growing at 21.Don't want to be so emo, but I'm too tired to fight it back. The past few months, I've been doing a fairly decent job of getting life back on track, reducing the barrage of tears which used to form without warning, and simply trying to be happy again. And I did, actually. There was a period of time when I was truly happy once more.
Feels like I'm slipping back to the darker days, where tears ruled my world and I would live in the past.
That longing is so
strong, it's eating me up inside. There's this void that I can't fill, but I know I have to.
This isn't making any sense and I'm hating the feeling of being
lost. Directionless and not knowing what to do next.
I've lost my life's compass, and now I'm losing myself to the past.
Snap out of it geri. 
