saw my parent's bathroom that day..couldnt stand it
it was like...so DIRTY la! i always thought my mom was maintaining it...apparently not. so couldnt stand it in the end and sought out a new sponge+scrub. brought it (together with cif) and cleaned out the dirtiest part..
took me ard 2 hours..goodness. now my back feels abit sore. but it does look alot better.
hope my parents like my work..lol
outz`dont u just love a good ceramic scrub such as cif..lol
4:30 pm
Yours Truly
a walk down life's long and endless road. here, i pen/type occasional posts...giving a record to the exciting, sad, joyful,
memorable, heart-wrenching, scary, tearful, happy, surprising and mostly undescribable moments and events that happens. Young mind; thirsty soul; manipulatable thinking.
Born in Singapore, that makes me singaporean. Looking back, I recall those academic years,
filled with laughter, innocence, care, a shine unmatched, a smile untainted and a sleep undisturbed. Right now, i firmly believe that
without any scars in life, one can never grow. Look at all the noble people around, those you think are good people. Chances are, when you
ask them for a story, they will have one to say. The one that changed them. I take life slowly, trying in vain to squeeze what little
innocence that is left in me. For I know, that after my transition into adulthood, i'll miss them. Even now, reality beckons with a surprisingly
tempting hand. Fight hard I will, not to embrace that side. Someone is out there, and there, i may probably be salvaged. One last thing,
im against all religion, but i wholeheartedly salute worshippers. Cheers.