trapped within own mind

today is a perfect day for mass cleaning. no, it's room mass cleaning. just lack of the french-maid-style outfit. :P so that's what i did for the whole afternoon, spending the minutes and hours of the day from laundry, doing express bathing to run all tthe way upstairs to save my clothes from rain, sneezing rubbing my nose till it turned red and swollen from the flying-all-over the room dirt, changing bedsheets, scanning through 5 years old diary and finding myself giggling at how innocent and dumb and funny i was, throwing all the things that i remembered i didn't touch for years (this is what magazine expert says in order to save your living place from a sea of debris, yea hopefully i don't curse the expert and look for those things like mad in the future). and yah! this is the most amazing housework I've done in my 17 years of life. I am so surprised I could stand the 4 hours of afternoon doing this bullshits.

i packed my books and flash through the papers for sorting. it's not what i supposed to see, at least not before the exam result came out. i saw ISFUN word written in bold at the front of the file. argh, the least thing that i wanna see right at the moment. ~.~

still, the most difficult part is the chunks of diary that i began to write six years ago. haven't even finished that yet till now. too many piles of them, yet so reluctant to throw them away :) although someone says memory is kept in heart rather than diaries, it;s so hard to let go of you carefully thought out writings, especially when you don't like to do it. falling in love somehow force me and make me realise i should start improving my English~

and tomorrow, it's decided. making my next morning a sport day. too much of enjoying food. haha.

i wanna go back to believing in everything and knowing nothing at all.
just one thing you need to know, there's beauty in all
I.M.P.E.R.F.E.C.T.I.O.N

learn to love them.