Our weekend ended with a snap within minutes seemingly.
He came back all muddy and filthy even after his short shower before booking out.
When he opened up his DUFFLE bag or however its spelled, i almost puked. His tiredness cant be helped and therefore he slept all the way without even stirring abit on bed.
Thinking that those laundry cant be done that quickly, i decided to start working on it at the strike of 12.
The bag itself was horrible with all the mud stuck here and there and muddy leaves being brought back together.
The scrubbing ached my back alot. My hands itched immediately after. Scared the fuck out of me and i was applying the moisturizer in thick thick form.
Believe it or not, thats karma when i was at it.
I remembered telling Ma off that, "WASH ONLY WAT! SO HARD MEH!"
Before i can do anything else, i realised i was all wet and i need a shower again.
I mopped the floor as it was like drowning at the laundry area because of me. I slipped quite a couple of times.
After my shower, the clock showed me the time of 330am..
The next thing i know, it was about 8am in e morning. I was worried for the remaining to be done with, i cant seems to really sleep peacefully. Though he assured me that he be doing it himself.
Hours later, i found him sleeping soundly like a Baby beside me...
Even though the booking time was 830pm.
Seriously, trust me. It makes no much of a huge difference. By the time we were done with simple lunch and his packings, we were just in time to set out and he needed to be on his 1hour journey back to the east.
I never once felt the time constraint with him before. And i just did.
As much as we wanted to watch that long waited movie, time isnt allowing us to..
As much as i want to go for the KittyLab, our finances are not allowing us to as well..
He came back all muddy and filthy even after his short shower before booking out.
When he opened up his DUFFLE bag or however its spelled, i almost puked. His tiredness cant be helped and therefore he slept all the way without even stirring abit on bed.
Thinking that those laundry cant be done that quickly, i decided to start working on it at the strike of 12.
The bag itself was horrible with all the mud stuck here and there and muddy leaves being brought back together.
The scrubbing ached my back alot. My hands itched immediately after. Scared the fuck out of me and i was applying the moisturizer in thick thick form.
Believe it or not, thats karma when i was at it.
I remembered telling Ma off that, "WASH ONLY WAT! SO HARD MEH!"
Before i can do anything else, i realised i was all wet and i need a shower again.
I mopped the floor as it was like drowning at the laundry area because of me. I slipped quite a couple of times.
After my shower, the clock showed me the time of 330am..
The next thing i know, it was about 8am in e morning. I was worried for the remaining to be done with, i cant seems to really sleep peacefully. Though he assured me that he be doing it himself.
Hours later, i found him sleeping soundly like a Baby beside me...
Even though the booking time was 830pm.
Seriously, trust me. It makes no much of a huge difference. By the time we were done with simple lunch and his packings, we were just in time to set out and he needed to be on his 1hour journey back to the east.
I never once felt the time constraint with him before. And i just did.
As much as we wanted to watch that long waited movie, time isnt allowing us to..
As much as i want to go for the KittyLab, our finances are not allowing us to as well..
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