Nothing much to blog about lately.... Not sure if it's because my brain is slowing down or something is clogging up my mind. Maybe the brain cells are degenerating.

Found that I've been doing my laundry almost always very late at night. Subsequently it became my excuse for staying up late as I would habitually continue to linger on. Too late for my own good. Love the smell of fresh clean laundry though. My favourite is the kind that is sun-dried, although I don't usually get it. Anyway, dry laundry is good enough for me. It reminds me of my experience a few years back when I would always ask my housemate if my laundry is considered dried because I can never quite figure out or decide if they are truly dry. And she'd frequently exclaim, "Aiyah! Of course it's dry! Even people are dried under such weather, let alone clothes!" (in cantonese). She's now happily married with a baby girl.... Those days when my room was a loud pink.... and the living room was bright yellow with dull green sofa....and the kitchen was screaming red.... and all the doors were blinding blue... Don't ask me how I survived 2 years there.... Think after that "exciting" experience, I would no longer be surprised by any colour combination. Maybe I've become colour blind...



I know what you're thinking, "What a mess!?" Sorry to say that my present room is in an even worse condition. But if your reaction is, "The colour looks alright...What's wrong?". Wait till you see the living room, man....