himegoto 7

Yooohoooo~!

I put my hands high up and stood under the whirling fan - it was a hot day. I sort of screamed, mimicking my voice and cleared my mind for that short while. Then, I spun myself around following the fan's movement. Childish? It was fun.

There was no sweat trickling down my back or whatsoever. Yet, my now itchy scalp yelped in a moment of distress, begging me to scratch it. I did it violently, frustrated by the fact that my scalp wouldn't stop complaining. Argh~!

All because of standing under the sun for less then 20 minutes. The sunlight and its warmth should be a good thing aint?

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Well, about an hour ago, I was back from my piano theory tuition and because of the prickling heat, I headed straight to my room. I could have laid down in my bed relaxing myself if it was not for all those junks I thrown and ignored on my bed... Yea, I'd never really slept on my bed. For an instance, I felt sorry and started clearing things a bit. I arranged the reference books that I bought yesterday and am left with two plastic bags. Stoning at my spot, I wondered how I could make use of it. I shifted my eyes and glanced at the blue garbage bin. ( I rather use the word "garbage bin" than "dustbin" .)

Dear garbage bin, sad to say I had no clean it for a long time already, approximately a few months? True, bad enough. My room was dirty and dusty I realized. I looked at the plastic bags held in one of my hands then looked at the garbage bin then the plastic bags then the garbage bin then plasic bags again. What else? I removed the lid of the garbage bin and "enveloped" the bin with one of the white plastic bags. After that, I turned the bin over upside down. Followed by a few knocks on the base of the garbage bin was taking the bin out of the plastic bag. Gasp!

My eyes automatically zoomed in to the bits of used tissue papers on top of the pile of garbage... I noticed something brown on it. It were moulds!!! Growing on the USED tissue papers!!! And what was inside the USED tissue paper??? Phlegm... Eeeeeeewww... I held my breath and tied the bag up once and for all... How disgusting.... Ugh... I then looked inside the garbage bin, there were moulds sticking to the side of the bin as well!!! Argh....

It really grossed me out. The good point was, this event eventually acted as a stimulator and got me working a bit of my muscles... Triceps and biceps... I grabbed the already tied plastic bag - now garbage bag - in one hand and the blue bin in another. I marched straight outside, left the garbage bag in one corner and proceeded to stand under the sun watching the blue conainer without its lid for a while.

I asked my dad if I can spray some water into the bin, in an attempt to clean it obviously. He suggested me to spray it with insecticide first and thus I went, zooming here and there in my house - desperately looking for an insecticide... I'm the ultimate dumb a**, I soon figured it out.
I succeed in doing so at last and started spraying it or rather filling it with water out in the yard with a hose. I was actually thinking of "drowning" those moulds... Bah... Ah well, the next thing I did was "pouring" some detergent into the bin. I filled it with water again. This time, I enjoyed the process while watching bubbles foaming on the surface. I continued doing so until the foam soon reached th brink of the blue bin. I closed the tap and stood there stoning again.

Hey... It looked like a glass of beer! Instead of a transparent glass, it was a blue garbage bin and what replacing the real beer was foam with numerous bubbles as some novelty topping in it. Cool imagination eh? Haha... I hate beer.

Yea right, so I poured the contents out and repeated doing so a few times, making sure that the garbage bin was thoroughly cleaned. I even washed the lid. Only then am I satisfied with my work and left it under the sun to dry up or should I have say let the sunbeam "sterilise" my dear blue garbage bin. But, whatever, I had enough.

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I switched on my PC. Waited for quite a long time for it to finish loading and whatever... I logged on to my Blogger account and opened up a few other websites out of habit. Here I am. Sitting with one leg on the big-hard-comfy-not-rosewood chair. Typing.

That's when I clicked on the orange coloured PUBLISH button. Contented.

himegoto 6

Today, a few extracts from Norwegian Wood by Haruki Murakami...
Yep, I like his work.

"Memory is a funny thing. When I was in the scene I hardly paid it any attention. I never stopped to think of it as something that would make a lasting impression, certainly never imagined that 18 years later I would recall it in such detail."

"...a rare talent for finding the interesting parts of someone's generally uninteresting comments so that, while speaking to him, you felt you were an exceptionally interesting person with an exceptionally interesting life."

People like that is really appreciated and liked by all. Unfortunately, I'm not somebody likewise although I desperately wish so. It would definitely make things easier and a great difference to me. Since I have but a rather weird personality in me that others see in their eyes, their very impression of me.

First impression is important. It pays a lot to ruin other's first impression of you, yourself.

Thus to myself - smile more often dear...