the lack of words.

i feel like shakespeare in Shakespeare in Love. i have no muse at all..and maybe i just need a summer romance.

i decided to pack my room - which has bags and luggages strewn all over the floor, bed, table and chair. and i started with my wardrobe! so i can close the doors of my wardrobe properly now. plus it's all clean, neat and user-friendly. in the process of packing, i recovered a few pieces of missing clothes and pretty tops and skirts that i forgot i owned. but i still havent found the top i suspect my mom threw away cos it was too lowcut.

but i still have no space for the hanging chair i bought from ikea at a steal last year. and no nice cabinet to stuff my bags and the bedsheets and blankets and pillows i bought for hallstay. but at least i did something.

for one and a half weeks, i went back to the unhealthy life of a coward - i skipped gym. i put on 2kg, feel obese, and yet i had the cheek to stuff myself with homemade macaroni and cheese. what in my hen pen happened to the jogging routines i promised myself? and it was not until i saw this fridae profile of a girl made pretty purely by her self-discipline to keep herself slim that i recalled the blubber i wear over my skeleton.

self-discipline please, you sloth of a jo.