Was on skype with a friend and she was stressing herself out, and was clearly standing at the edge of her nerves as though it was raining cockroaches.

When I told her to relax…

She told me that’s exactly what her mum told her. In fact her mum told her to stop stressing because they didn’t send her to UK to be stressed, but to see the world and take long walks.

Sounds like retirement to me.

But I secretly don’t mind trading my mac, my mp3, my hp, my cool sandals, my beloved books, my very well kept and used art pencils, my art books to be in her place.

So fine… I’ve consolidated some of my ministry stuff and there’s yet another pile of bits of pieces of A4, A5, A3 paper still waiting to be consolidated around my table, oh, not forgetting those stuff that my mac is currently retaining. Ok. Someone please smack me. I have photos that I’ve not uploaded too and I fear the wrath of my friends so I will do it before I sleep.

To my utter horror, while I was clearing the debris from my war zone, I uncovered UNOPENED birthday presents (you see me right, its plural), and 1 UNOPENED Christmas card that read the sweetest message, a poem and a picture, 3 UNOPENED birthday cards/letters, and I found unopened ang pows!!!!!!!! Windfall!!! Ohmy. I got to the most ungrateful person on the entire earth. ☹ Now no one will ever write me any more sweet cards, or give me presents or money or anything. I’m depressed.

On the bright side, it means I’m not materialistic? No?

Conclusion: I like to believe I was utterly busy during those periods fighting the war and all the debris… goodness, I better sack that part time maid of mine(me) and employ a full time maid from POWERFUL MAID AGENCY. Think my ang pow money can cover like 10mins? HAHAH.