let lemons be angry

Do you, do you think
the glue girls are finally getting unglued?

The spring cleaning madness hasn't stopped. Something struck on monday, and when I got out of bed I took my comforter with me and washed it. Since then I have washed and dried half the clothes in my wardrobe, cleaned all my cupboards inside and out, cleared out entire drawers, wiped every crevice under and between so that my room is absolutely dustless, washed and dried all my cloth bags, polished every glass surface, singlehandedly removed the glass top of my table to be dumped, sorted my junk into sellable goods and throwaway goods, rearranged all the posters and knick knacks, and done a fair bit of hammering too.

I love putting my nose to any random thing in my room and inhaling freshness.

If you're unimpressed it's because you think that this is what girls do. Maybe girls do it, but it's never happened to me before. This has no symbolic parallel to the cleaning up of my life. But what a difference it makes, being here and watching across the universe and getting out for family chendol after dinner, and only being concerned about poster arrangements on my walls.

Maybe I'll even turn into a clean freak. If so, ha, i'll magiclean you.