actually, looking back at the past week that i've been the maria of the house, it's been really... fun. gush, i'm turning into some domesticated aunty, die. i mean, my life is uber routine, but it's not boring. at least there's some form of structure now in my life once again. last year during a levels, all i did was study, band, study some more, sleep... now, it's just bible, time with God, watch some teevee, get the laundry, get the dishes, clean the house, boil water... it's so routine, i don't have to think about what to do to fill the time. well, it's not exactly good that i'm working for nothing again (a la, studying for my life), and yes, i should be looking for a job (and yes, i still am).

but hearing my mum praise and boast about the way i keep the house to all the other aunties in the cell group / around her (it goes to the extent of recommending my maria services -.-), it makes the whole thought of not looking for a job and just spending my time cleaning the house all... a lot more worthwhile than working for someone else for five quid an hour.

my mum has been doing a lot of stuff for the entire family, and housekeeping is no easy feat. you might think that, aiya, just mop floor, cook simple family meal, keep clothes etc. but it really is tough. i mean, even with cooking right, you have to think and plan the menu for the night without having the family getting sick of your cooking. and i haven't even gotten to that yet =/ (it'll probably be a disaster anyway -.-)

so i guess it's time to appreciate and give back to mum. and mum loves it that when she gets home from her part time job (to pass time haha), the whole house is clean, and she can put up her feet and relax. and there's time for us to talk about everything under the sun. i guess the a level period took some time away from the both of us.

so this wednesday, after running over to the malaysian embassy, mum and i are off shopping, painting not town, but city hall, red. with the parent bank hurhur

and thinking about all this, i wonder how long it is before i get to do this again. go out with mum, talk three talk four with mum, fight about budget with mum, do housework for mum.

time passes too fast for my liking. and i always wished i grew up faster. now, if only i could go back to kindie, where mum, dad and i would all sit down and talk about not current affairs, but about what colour i coloured the monkey and why i used the blue crayon when monkeys are clearly brown or black. well, they were born in the year of the monkey haha