Clearing Up The Mess

Today, I finally got my paycheque for the month of July. And I must say it feels good to be paid. Sometimes people are happy when it comes to the end of the month, just looking at those figures even though it may not look like any big looking figure is indeed satisfying but it’s very shortlived too.

That’s going to be my last paycheque until I get another job. I don’t know when it will be but I’ll land with something.

What I do to keep myself busy? Planning for trip to UK. Helping Uncle to set up a library at his place. (Some pocket money. How much I’m not sure. Depends if Uncle likes me enough.) Can get mundane as I copy the book titles, authors, ISBNs and publishers. Have copied more than 500 now. It’s not even half of the book collections he has. So, I’ve got a long way to go. What’s nice is that when I come across a book that’s interesting, I’ll stop copying and read it. Architecture, Interior Design, Religion (He even has a Quran), Herbs, Physics, Geography, Palmistry, Numerology, Biology…the one I like most is books on Colours.

Today, I’m clearing up the mess in my study room. A place I spent most of my time at home, besides the bedroom. I have so many things that need to be thrown away else my room will soon turn into a warehouse.

Mum’s coming tomorrow. That’s why I’m so hardworking about all these clearing up the mess hype. Mummy’s something like a police woman. Not that she’s going to put me into jail but I want to welcome her with a house that looks clean and tidy.

Vacuuming and mopping was interrupted because Iris was talking on the phone, arguing with someone dear.

And then she started crying, while talking to him.

She seldom cries.

So, I know she’s pretty upset.

Didn’t know what to do to help her. Went to the room and took Pooh and Foo Foo out. Gave it to her and she hugged them while continue crying and talking on the phone.

It’s called soft toy therapy.

There’s something about toys that makes one happy at times.

She talked for so long and I was already with two bags full of rubbish. I’m cruel today, throwing things that I wouldn’t have thrown.

She finally got off the phone.

“Bunny, hou cham oh.”

“Bunny, hug hug.”

I put my arms around her. As I hugged her, I made us do a quick Waltz.

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