So I nearly broke my back straightening up the house at 11 o'clock last night. :/ So much for making my room presentable. I completely freaked out. Dont ask why. Must be my Mother's genes.
See, I ended up sweeping the entire house (I wanted to mop too, but I thought we ran out of Ajax cos I didnt know my mum put it in her toilet), tidied up the dining table, the coffee table, the shoes on the shoe rack AND the shoe cabinet. I'll repeat it again. I nearly broke my back
I even took the effort to clear my dressing table. (There were piles and piles of accessories littered on it. I found things I wont mention. It's too gross.)
And then at 12.53 in the morning, I received an sms. This is Rachael from Urbantutors. We regret to inform that, the tutor who accepted the assignment previously just informed us that she cannot make it for lessons due to school commitments. We'll be arranging another tutor for you asap. Sorry for the inconvenience caused. Lesson that is scheduled for tomorrow shall be postponed. Sorry.
WAHHHHHH. I felt so cheated! But well, at least my room looks good now. If ti's any consolation. I was actually looking forward to it!
Anyway, in other news, I have officially morphed into a monster
I am breaking out all over my face. And last night, my right eye kept on itching (must be the dust), so I kept rubbing it till it's red. Woke up this morning, and realised the right eye's smaller than the left eye.
My face is producing ridiculous amounts of oil. (I have THREE different facial wash thing. I bought the other two after bathing last night. I got a disgusting shock when I looked into the toilet mirror.) My hair! There's no control despite using that Dove thing and that Loreal serum. :/
I am looking like shite. So I'd really appreciate it if you don't mention to me how crappy I look the next time you see me. Thanks.
I AM TRYING TO STUDY AND THIS IS WHAT I GET.
I, Nurulhuda Rasid, need to hit the books now before I start regretting everything else. Even if it means I'll be Huda Fug the next few months. Happy mugging. Cheers.
This day kicked most asses. If only time machines really do exist. Sigh.