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Washing ;)

Recently, there's this special day, it's Idul Fitri day (i don't know what did it's called in English really..) It's special day for moslem. They all go back to the place they grew up and meet their family. And the same goes up with my house maids, both of them went back to their kampoeng for a week or so.

and then begin... The Horror.

Buckets and buckets of dirty clothes that needed to be washed (well, it's not suprising, considering there are 6 people in my home who changing clothes twice a day). But the big deal is... i had never washed any real clothes before in my pathetic, simple life! In past years when the same day occured.. I always do the dishes or cleaning the house. Never,washing clothes.

But the dirty clothes was growing to an alarming rate. So, my Mom asked me to come along while she conquered those buckets and buckets of clothes! Of course i didn't say no :P (although inwardly i nearly scream with horror) So we begin throwing clothes and clothes and clothes into the washing machine.. (i wonder how it could survive really..) Some, my mom and i washed manually.. (which then made us got a back-ache! LOL!) Laughing at the strange sound the machine was makin' and finally it's all done... We hanged the semi-dry clothes.

Another 4 days before the maids back here.. Luckily, we don't have to went through washing clothes anymore.. I love washing dishes more :) I might even be a good dish-washer in a restaurant or something! LOL!

And after washing clothes i came to find out this gem and forgot all back-ache ;)
A goody Alan Rickman Snow Cake caps *grinning madly* courtesy of dj_capslock.

Questioning indentity :P

Who am I?

The question might sound inane, but really… Who am I?

I know I am who I am. But who am I?

It’s been 17 years 1 month and 7 days and a number of hours since I was born into this mortal world and I know for sure that I’m not that little girl who plays with power rangers figures anymore. I know for sure that I have grown up. I am different… but, still… What have I became today and later troubles me so.

Someone who had became a friend of mine this past couple of weeks said that I am a self-composed person, but I don’t think I am. I might look calm and fine, but literally.. I am not. I have my fears around me. Gripping me like a middle age corset, making me hard to breath.

Like what Forest Gump said, “Life is like a box of chocolate, you never know what you’re gonna get.”

I have wishes and dreams that although I have work so hard might not come true. I have ambitions that might not be fulfilled. Then what will I became? What will be? A poor girl who never had a chance to achieve her dreams?

Now, wouldn’t that sounds sad? Even for a short story, it sounds… so short…

I have a number of friends who I regard like blood related sisters. And once I regard like that, it will last forever… For me, but for them, I don’t know how long will it remain (can you see how paranoid I am?)

I am observer… I like to watch people (not in a psycho maniac way btw), and slowly I can see that nobody understand other people’s feeling.

Well, if people can understand others, there won’t be “loneliness” right?

And in a doomed moment like this I feel so blessed that I still have Alan Rickman and his fandom… Or I might die of paranoia! LOL!

Hmph… I must sound like a big-time whiner! But well, that’s one of many uses of blog. To whine ;)