My my my, what a busy day today... Woke up early in the morning but could not gather enough Force to urrmm... go jogging. CanCan must have been sorely disappointed. Where's RHOS??? Frazzles??? Woah, where????
The feeling of excitment was definitely in the air. My brother, whom I've not seen getting excited or display more than 3/4 of his pupils, was all talkative and eager. I hate to admit this but these two pathetic brothers have not done so much together, nor sweated that much since 4-5 years ago when they used to go play basketball. It was kinda funny when I think about it now and, after so many years, we finally get to do something together: and that being to separate bedrooms... Hmm....
I have to complain about this ok... What's with modern karang guni men nowadays?? I had an Epson printer and a Canon printer and a cd-r burner drive. This afternoon, I was rejected by the karang guni after I happily called out to him, thinking just to make a few dollars out of it. What did I get? "Sorry, lis no want. Got monlintor?" Aren't they supposed to take EVERYTHING??
As usual, the brother did wild complaining, and if I heard correctly, even whining... He even got to nap a bit. The closets and tables turned out to be super heavy, and corners round staircases and doors were rather difficult to negotiate. That resulted in trembling hands, heavy puffing, stiff red necks, and plenty of strained muscles. It didn't help that people were being sotong enough to leave HEAVY things in a drawer of an EXTREMELY heavy table, which had to be moved from upstairs to down.
As I paused to rest in the late afternoon, suddenly wondered about the girlfriend. What's she doing? And I struggled to remember how she looked, and tried to imagine how she might look now. There was a chilly mini wind there, and it felt good to stand there in its way, smelling it, and thinking of the beautiful girlfriend. Lovely mise-en-scene, almost Hollywood. Almost.
There's still sorting out of misc stuff.... Sigh...
While the posting is coming to an end, readers may begin to wonder: why was the post titled "suay day"? I'll tell you why. While moving a table from downstairs to up, yes up this time, don't even ask whose brilliant idea it was. There was a slight miscommunication which resulted in the table resting sweetly on my foot. That hurt. Like. Hell. Yes, that's all. If one still fails to see how it can thus be a suay day, come through my doors and I shall gladly show you why. Myself.
Lol~~~ Miss you~~~~ *Earth Angel Earth Angel, will you be mine? My darling dear, love you all the time~~~~ *
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