the big move is drawing near. you won’t believe the huge amount of screaming, upsetting remarks and well okay, sometimes fun allan and i have been exchanging/having these past weeks.
this whole packing thing is toxic. toxic, i tell you!
we have packed clothes and shoes and bags which for a brief moment was really surprising to me. this occupied almost half of our whole pack. and they are mostly mine. considering we have thrown/given away loads of shoes and bags, we are still left with boatloads. he he.
scary. that’s a good word. well, in my defense, it is a fact that things unknown are indeed scary. i know it isn’t like we are moving to mars or anything. it’s home for crying out loud. but well home has been thailand for a decade now and home-HOME as in pinas home is something that we need to get used to in the future.
planing and re-planning. yup. the number of plans we have had to re-think and junk are getting bigger and bigger. in a perfect world, allan and i would only have probably 5 boxes to take home max. and in the same perfect world, all the things we need to set up for work have already been set up. and yup, in this perfect world, we would already have our car and storms and crazy-heavy wind would never ever think of passing by pinas. yup. day dreaming is such a waste of time.
cold feet. it was my stinking idea in the first place. one calm afternoon, i announced to a room filled with only allan and me [he he] that it was high time indeed that we head home. three or two months ago, this thought filled my head with sun shiny days, silver lining, carebears and smurfs. but as we come near our operation going home day, i seem to be having lots and lots and did i say lots… of doubts. it was my stinking idea!!! i don’t have the right to have doubts!!!! but i do! i do! i do have doubts. someone get me a chill pill, i am panicking here.
excitement. yeah yeah yada yada. i must admit. i am very excited too. i know that after the last box has been carefully taped and after the last name tag has been stuck to that very last box, i would be able to heave a very big sigh of relief. but two weeks, lots of stuff, big boxes. with too much work, one must wonder:
what the $(*(@*$&( are you still doing blogging? get ur fatass up and start packing again!!!!
[no editing! so missed, wrong punctuations and spellings ought to be ignored. who has time to proofread? geez.]
