This is the end of Rehabilitation Day 2.
I am sitting here with a gleeful smile, feeling absolutely triumphant. Sudden spurts of high pressure does bring the best out of me, as proven from my admirable efficiency in packing today. I even salute and idolize myself for being able to reduce my bursting wardrobe to just clothes, and everything else in my room to bare necessities and things I'm able to carry home.
I am such a pro when my time is running out.
Now I shall relate to you my packing cum room-clearing experience. The lesson of the day: buy only things you'll definitely finish using so that by the time you pack your stuffs, you are able to just discard them and not waste any brain cells to think how to pack them at the end of the day. And to those body-slimming fanatics, instead of wrapping yourself in some steaming bath, try packing ALL your things within three hours. My experience tells me that, at the end of three hours, your body burns away so much calories that you'll start feeling hungry again. That's not surprising, since I realized, from my little packing experience, the cells that actually do the most work are not your muscle cells, but brain cells. And since brain cells consume the most food compared to other cells in your body, well, that's how you burn away stored food and thus your slimming process!
Of course, it can also be argued that since we feel so hungry after that three hours, we'll feed ourselves with food and more food and in the end, a few more pounds as indicated by the weighing machine. I don't deny that at all.
I've finally persuaded the fickle minded side of me to settle on the blue/violet dress as my prom dress. This is my third year having that dress in my possession and yet I still can't decide if that dress is blue, or purple, or violet. It's getting frustrating when people ask what colour my prom dress is. It's as if I'm worse than primary school kids because I can't even tell you the colour of something I have. I just am not able to tell people exactly, what colour my dress is. Seriously, everytime I decide it should be
blue, everytime I'll still see purple, and so I can't say it's blue at all.
URGH so what colour is that dress huh!
Alright, since I've got a silver clutch, I shall look for a pair of silver earrings to go with it. Don't even suggest anything else, unless you are going to recommend me some fanciful
blue or
purple accesories, which, I'll be more than glad to take your recommendation. Now ask me why I'm so accomodating out of a sudden? Yes, thank you, because my prom is on Tuesday and up til this point in time, I still haven't got everything ready. Time is really running out and this makes me a desperate girl.
Don't even ask me how much my clutch cost. I don't wanna be reminded of having to choose the next next next best alternative available. But one good thing to note is, this clutch my first Vivo purchase, and I'm proud of it.
Another reason why I'm feeling oh-so-triumphant today is because, when I told Dad about Ricky, it didn't result in any storm as I foresaw. Now THAT's sufficient to nullify every withdrawal symptom I got whenever I thought of the day he went home.
