The rubbish is never ending. It seems like there's a big hole in the house and it keeps coming and coming. No matter how much we sell the rubbish, they continue to appear. I really want to cry looking at the sight of everything piling up like a torpedo has zoomed passed the place and turning everything upside down in one go. I feel like going to work again. This is too much. I don't have that much stress when I'm working. Now, I'm all stressed up, not enough rest and rashes start appearing from under the skin.
And where on earth do those phones come from? It's like treasure hunt and I don't even remember owning those stuff in my life. I don't even miss my stuff. Don't even remember having them.. I dug out a lot of mobile phones. Can put them all on display. Found a box of coins as well. Lots of coins... Found a thousand dollar in rupiah... the thing is I don't even miss a single thing of those. Should have just thrown eveything away but I did rescue quite a number of things back.
The diskettes for B-drive? How many donkey years ago were that? Diskettes for A-drive are from dinosaur age. I HATE EVERYTHING~!!! I'm having rashes all over. That's a sign that I'm under a lot of stress. I've never feel so stressed up before. This is just so horrible.
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