Like finally.
yayyy.
Spring cleaning of the room with bro and sis-in-law yesterday turned into a disaster. I hereby declare that my room is 95% full of dust. All the old albums, CDs, files and etc etc were completely covered with thick coated layers of dust. There were bundles and bundles of rubbish bags. I didnt noe i was living in a pile of dust and unused items all this while.
That explains my always-stress-condition.
I need some fresh air.
Now, just something to ponder about. Why is it that we girls get too emotional that when we burst, we just burst it like that. All these while it was kept deep down inside, but when it is time, it is time.
Have a good day, people.
will sunshine come,
after the rain...?