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“To travel is to live.” -Hans Christian Andersen

Spinning in my chair.
Monday, October 28, 2013 @ 3:33 PM

Yep. I've been for the past half hour. Taking in the various pile of mess in a place otherwise known as my room. I started on poking and prodding and moving things about on Saturday evening then abandoned project and went to play an extremely epic game of Monopoly with my cousins.

Shoes are here. Cleaned up most of my shoes so I can put them back into their boxes, seeing as the next chance I'd wear those babies are probably next year, during the Lunar New Year. Can't wait! Pictures soon.

Back to topic -not that there was one. So my abandoned project of revamping my room left it in a horrid mess. My mother likes to think that I live in a clutter that is utterly inhabitable but I like to think it as a wonderful mess. Pft. Who am I kidding. This time round I agree with her. Not that it affects me though. The sight bothers me but I swear it is not that bad.

Moving on, I can't decide right now to put on some pants and get to work or if I should just laze around for another 2 hours which is when my mum gets home and foooooOoood. My state of (un)dress highly determines what will be done for the day. All I need to do is change out of my PJs and I can get things done. Which I often don't because I like to laze. Can even do some Pilates as long as I put on a bra. Bah. Bras. I have been buying the wrong size for years!! I know, I know. Most women do. Yeah but my bras all fit me well until recently so maybe I put on some weight or VS changed their mould.

Anyway. In just another 17 days I'm gonna be in Australia I can't frigging wait. Think we won't be able to see the Blue Mountains now but am still looking forward to Great Ocean Road. Oleh!

Okay now that I have successfully wasted about 10 minutes I can get back to spinning in my chair and contemplating my next move.

On another note, men are so confusing.


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