Home Alone

Today I am home alone, and many bizarre things (to my reckoning) happened. Guess what? I did house work all day!!!

To the initiated, yes, I am a lazy bastard. I have been and am still one. It’s a selective kinda laziness which only (coincidently) involves housekeeping. Friends who know me well KNOWS that I was never a neat freak.

Please don’t be misunderstood here.. I do keep my pad clean (once in a while) when I have to i.e. Chinese New Year’s Eve emmm… that’s basically it. Ahah, I also do clean up when the chaotic messiness that was my doing became too much for me to handle and was choking me up with a vengeance.

I love the feeling of a clean room though especially when its 2-3 days after a major spring cleaning. It gives me a relieving thought that hey, even a person as complicated as me can have a moment of “coordinated” peace. Alas, this does not last very long *sigh*

No matter how much I reshuffle my things in my pad, it was never 100% neat and tidy. TIDY is the word! Oh yes it is. During my very sporadic spring cleaning sessions, I could never place everything in where it was “supposed” to be. The result? The whole room would appear incredibly presentable but “at least” one drawer would be in a complete mess.

Like they say: Out of sight, out of mind”.

Guess I am just not a person who can stick to his/her quest till the very end…

So, today turned out to be a day that the urge to clean up sneaked up on me. Laundered all my clothes according to color coding (!!!) so that I could set aside some to be donated to the local charity body that redistributes these to orphanages. While that was going on, I even cooked up some seaweed soup to reward me after a day of toiling. Cleared out the cat’s litter, fixed some edible stuff for them and at the same time, read Hillary Clinton’s Living History memoir. I don’t know why I am reading this, but I guess I am just a typical busybody…

I even washed all my shoes for fun and shined them up with Kiwi shoeshine. After 4 hours of hard work, I finally had a chance to sit and gulp down an ice-cold can of Mountain Dew (and my seaweed soup) and it was the best feeling ever!

When I think of it, this day did not turn up bad at all! I suspect that I have developed a liking for the acrid, pungent, bitter, headache-inducing smell of tar in the shoeshine too! I might look forward to chores, who knows?