I am beginning to doubt my insanity as each day passes by. In fact, I am amazed that I am still very quite sane with all the din in the house. I find it ridiculous that the two of them can live through it every single day and that they actually ask for it. It is sickening you know, to be nagged at for something so small like not having the empty water bottles which you drank from, filled. It is a simple unwritten rule, fill up what you have emptied. And I am just appalled at how my sister does things. She sprinkles salt on the fries and yet leaves a large amount of traces of salt on the dining table and the lid of the salt container opened. What if a lizard poops into it? And when told to wipe the mess on the dining table, all she did was put the wet cloth on the table. I guess she was expecting a fairy godmother with a magic wand to clean up after her.

And I thought I was hopeless.

But nevermind that. I need to get out of the house, pronto. And I need that job. So HK, call us up already. I'm done waiting. If we don't get a call soon enough, I might as well just apply for relief teaching. But with my brilliant prelims results, I'm not too sure if they will be impressed. That's another issue to worry about, later. Right now, let's just say I'm not in the best of moods, much less in the correct state of mind. I've never thought that something seemingly of little significance would leave me in such a sorry and confused state. So, that is why, I need my girlfriends to take me out on dates. Beruk, when are we going out again? I want to catch a movie. A romance flick, please. hehhh. And when kambing comes back from his short getaway, can the 5 of us go out and do something fun for the last time, before the 3 amigos go off for their retreat? We could have lunch, dinner and supper (haha. yes, that is all I can think of) or we could go cycling (haha. who am I kidding. me, cycling?) Okay okay?? I hate goodbyes.