i dont know whether to laugh or cry.
its hysterical the number of times the police end up in my living room.
on good days, we get handsome young guys (hahaha) with a female co-worker.

what sucks is that i dont know they're there and walk out of my room to go to the kitchen in very little clothing,
and suddenly 2 pairs of unknown eyes are on me. HAHAHA -facepalms.
i say 'wooops', act cool, and sashay back into my room, come out 2 mins later dressed like im ready to leave the house,
JUST to get a glass of water from the kitchen.

Life sucks hahahaha in a funny way.

oh well, on a brighter note, i spent the time wisely packing up my entire room,
which omg, feels so empty now.
esp when i have built in wardrobes,
theres like a massive empty space here now.

people have phobias of crowded spaces.
think i might develop one for empty spaces.

speaking of phobias,
i am extremely paranoid that someone will blow my house up!
i dont know why, and dont question my fears.
but everytime i open my room door,
I SMELL GAS.

not like cooking stuff, fire gas.
but like gas when you switch it on and leave it running.

ITS EXTREMELY TERRIFYING.
i always end up in the kitchen checking the stove, and praying it doesnt blow up my face that same minute.

sigh.

its okay, at least ive something to look forward to this week - travelling with irwin yay

but im on singapore air alone, what if...

WHY AM I SO AFRAID OF EVERYTHING LATELY.


xx,Rachel