Right now I'm taking a break after spending the last 10-15 minutes engaging in a mini treasure hunt for my housekeys.

I hate it when my stuff goes missing. It's like some kinda blackhole lurking around somewhere when stuff just goes missing unexplainably. Needless to say, I've lost quite a few things in my life.

Yes, I admit that I'm a very messy person, but I'll forever rubbhish the claim that messiness and loosing things are positively related. I can often recover my stuff in a pile of rubble as easy as one would find their stuff in the drawer.. just as long as no one touches my things. Sometimes I relate loosing my stuff as works of the devil, cause everytime something goes missing is when, and only when, I need that certain something to get something of importance done (can you feel the anger and energy?). Oh well.

On a side note, I wanna feature a friend's blog. One of her recent entries totally made my day. Note the anticlimax ending. Haha. I also notice Jason Song's email at the back.

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