Alive & Amplified..
sighs.
the reminscent familiar sound of tapping keys in the keyboard.
i'm finally home..
what i realized is that i'm developing a more diverse spot for my family. i haven't really cared that much until now - i guess what trials that life has to offer us gives us a 'message' in the end. it really brought me closer to my mom and dad.
i'll let you in a little secret - i cried my heart out the day when we went home. i didn't know how much i cared because old habits definitely die hard. you see, i was right, my mom was damn shocked to find the apartment's condition - and the first hour we got there, we started cleaning the room. i mean, i began to get really damn worried that she would be working all night. i couldn't let myself see her do what might have not necessarily kill, but definitely weaken her immune system. so i went to my room, shut the door, and just started to let it all out. i really cried my heart out. i prayed and hoped and wished that she would know her limits and all, you know? like, not work till the midnight or anything like that. i think she knows that, but i hope she really sticks to it, you know? and i'm pushing myself to help whenever i can. thank goodness we finally got a maid to help around the house in such short notice. she's quiet, but friendly i guess.
you don't know what to expect, and if you let things just a little off, you never know how much the consequences are until it hits you in the back. arggh.
try cleaning your apartment. what i realize is several many things. one, is that your house may never be as clean as the media portrays it. in reality, several people squeak the place clean before they start rolling the cameras. in your house, no one will knock your door to clean it. you gotta do it yourself.
second - you never realize how much JUNK you have. sometimes i wish that we can have a junk sale, instead of throwing them away (funny incident by the way, while i was cleaning one of too many cabinets in our teeny little apartment, i filled around five or six plastic bags full of worthless, mostly outdated bills and brochures. while i carried them two by two towards the garbage room, at the last two, as i opened the door, i was pretty shocked to find that one of the cleaners were looking inside the garbage. that sort of sparked an idea, which made me feel pretty guilty because.. youknowhatimean? looking @ stuff in the garbage?? arggh, but i'll try and make it better next time. i know it sounds dumb, but if there's a pair of shoes that can't fit me anymore, or even clothes that seem to take up too much space, or toys or whatever, i'm going to put it in a plastic and place it in the room but not in the garbage can. maybe right next to it - i hope they'll be able to take it.
seriously, there is wayyyy too much stuff in our apartment. i gotta accept it - maybe it's part of the charm that makes a few of my friends say 'its homey'. but i keep thinking about life in college and it becomes more and more exciting as the day goes by. what i really want is the stuff that i want and not what i'm stuck with.
sorry my writing style is quite stiff, i haven't been reading as much lately. i don't know - it seems the more i read, the levels of inspiration gets into my head. but if i don't read, it drops really low, and look how i write without it!
i'm not in the mood for blogging right now - i'll write tommorow.
toodles.
i'm trying to enjoy my summer vacation by not contacting as little as i can (prolly because i enjoy the presence of myself more) and watching all the favorite movies and TV shows that i want. ooh, the relaxation.
i want summer to end....in September!
the reminscent familiar sound of tapping keys in the keyboard.
i'm finally home..
what i realized is that i'm developing a more diverse spot for my family. i haven't really cared that much until now - i guess what trials that life has to offer us gives us a 'message' in the end. it really brought me closer to my mom and dad.
i'll let you in a little secret - i cried my heart out the day when we went home. i didn't know how much i cared because old habits definitely die hard. you see, i was right, my mom was damn shocked to find the apartment's condition - and the first hour we got there, we started cleaning the room. i mean, i began to get really damn worried that she would be working all night. i couldn't let myself see her do what might have not necessarily kill, but definitely weaken her immune system. so i went to my room, shut the door, and just started to let it all out. i really cried my heart out. i prayed and hoped and wished that she would know her limits and all, you know? like, not work till the midnight or anything like that. i think she knows that, but i hope she really sticks to it, you know? and i'm pushing myself to help whenever i can. thank goodness we finally got a maid to help around the house in such short notice. she's quiet, but friendly i guess.
you don't know what to expect, and if you let things just a little off, you never know how much the consequences are until it hits you in the back. arggh.
try cleaning your apartment. what i realize is several many things. one, is that your house may never be as clean as the media portrays it. in reality, several people squeak the place clean before they start rolling the cameras. in your house, no one will knock your door to clean it. you gotta do it yourself.
second - you never realize how much JUNK you have. sometimes i wish that we can have a junk sale, instead of throwing them away (funny incident by the way, while i was cleaning one of too many cabinets in our teeny little apartment, i filled around five or six plastic bags full of worthless, mostly outdated bills and brochures. while i carried them two by two towards the garbage room, at the last two, as i opened the door, i was pretty shocked to find that one of the cleaners were looking inside the garbage. that sort of sparked an idea, which made me feel pretty guilty because.. youknowhatimean? looking @ stuff in the garbage?? arggh, but i'll try and make it better next time. i know it sounds dumb, but if there's a pair of shoes that can't fit me anymore, or even clothes that seem to take up too much space, or toys or whatever, i'm going to put it in a plastic and place it in the room but not in the garbage can. maybe right next to it - i hope they'll be able to take it.
seriously, there is wayyyy too much stuff in our apartment. i gotta accept it - maybe it's part of the charm that makes a few of my friends say 'its homey'. but i keep thinking about life in college and it becomes more and more exciting as the day goes by. what i really want is the stuff that i want and not what i'm stuck with.
sorry my writing style is quite stiff, i haven't been reading as much lately. i don't know - it seems the more i read, the levels of inspiration gets into my head. but if i don't read, it drops really low, and look how i write without it!
i'm not in the mood for blogging right now - i'll write tommorow.
toodles.
i'm trying to enjoy my summer vacation by not contacting as little as i can (prolly because i enjoy the presence of myself more) and watching all the favorite movies and TV shows that i want. ooh, the relaxation.
i want summer to end....in September!
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