On Days Without Lappie

They say the best therapy to a broken heart is to clean the room. And so I had. My stuff had been lying around, and I guessed I hadn't had enough broken heart that I never seemed to bother about the bags of clothes I had lying on the floor, until recently when...

Lappie gone kapoooot whenever I tried to do anything. My Microsoft Words went non responding whenever I tried to type. MSN messenger hanged itself whenever I tried to reply. Firefox freezes every time I tried to open a new web page. So after much attempt suppressing the patience in printing out the assignments due before the weekend, I finally erupted. Thanks to the new printer software I installed, my lappie's currently in the ward somewhere, attended by God knows what kind of computer doctor.

So. With the lappie gone, I came back into my room and started to unfold all my clothes and re-fold them back, and arrange them in piles according to the frequency I wear them. Never realised the few shirts that I had could actually occupy 2 big bags.

I mean, look at them. I've only got a few t-shirts, a few 3-quarter pants, a few shorts, a few polos, and a few undies... I simply couldn't believe these clothes actually filled up the entire closet when I was in Klang. They look so few!

I'm sure I could find space for them somewhere without having them to be zipped up in the bags and needing me wearing the same old shirts again that I sent to laundry the week before just because I was too lazy to explore what's left in the bag... Hmmm... Now just which corner should I place them...

No lah, I'm not schizophrenic yet. And I definitely don't have obsessive compulsive disorder. >.<