and you're gone and we're on with our lives.

For lack of better alternatives, I have turned to song lyrics to title my posts. Though I do maintain that anything is better than "untitled" when it comes to scanning through other blogposts on the blogger dashboard.

In any case, my mom has uncovered the number 1 way to get my out of the bed and to help round the house: pay me. So for this week, I will work 7-8 hours a day for $250 dollars a week(: just slightly less than my last job. I celebrate (even though I can feel my sister "tut-tut"ing at me already).

So, since I am supposedly "at work" now, I shall make my post relevant to work. I present: Ruth's Five Household Problems. Anyone with a solution to any one of the following problems please help me out!

1) How do I get my sister to stop throwing things everywhere in my room?

2) How do you iron working pants so that they look nice?

3) What is the most effective way of washing a VERYVERY dirty floor without permanently ruining your cleaning equipment?

4) How much rubbish is the garbage man usually willing to take if it overflows the bin outside the house?

5) Is it generally better looking to have dark-coloured or light-coloured furniture? If I want to buy furniture for my bedroom such that the bedroom is very easy to clean, how should I go about it?

Yes, these are questions which annoy me greatly. Anyone can give some insight?

I have a new theory today: when you feel that you miss something, sometime or somebody, you actually just have a hole in your heart. A hole where love used to be.

It's like there is a hole which is draining all the love that is in your heart. We devote all our own capacity for love into trying to find back that something, sometime or somebody that used to fill that hole.

But its hopeless; holes never fill themselves back. All we can do is to plug it with something else and prevent it from continuing to drain us emotionally.

I need to stop missing and start loving again.

NOUUUUUUU I CANNOT LIVE WITH ANOTHER WEEK OF DOING NOTHING. CANNOT. AHHHHHHH. WHY DSO? WHY START NEXT WEEK? WHYYYYYYY?

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I just remembered that now that I am no longer a teacher, I am free to allow anybody to read my blog without fear that students will gossip behind my back about me. Ok fine they still can but I'm not in school to get owned by it.

Time to clear 3 months of stuff that I wanted to say. Some to people, some to groups, some left anonymous but all genuine. (Yes, I am going to assume that I actually have readers)

1) To my students, thanks for being awesome and putting up with me. I am not the best teacher, I know, but you guys are the best students I have ever seen. Honest. I mean, I think I told you all how much worse I was as a student right...xD

2) To my Guides, I don't show it at all, but I really love you guys. I'm really sad to leave you all because I know that once I go, I'll never come back to visit you all again. In a few years, no one will know that you even had a YA. But its alright. I'm ok with being forgotten because the unit does not owe me anything. In fact, I owe you all a lot more than I gave for all the lessons and fun I had at IJ.

3) To Yanling and Sandy, thanks for being awesome friends. Its been a long time since I met nice and genuine people like you guys.

4) To you. Its been a while since all that epicness and I guess you ARE more mature now. Well done, never thought I'd see the day.

5) To the-person-I-have-always-loved-but-doesn't-read-this-blog. Tough times will be over soon. Don't worry, God will take care of you. He loves you and so do I. I always cry when I read your blog/work/stuff because I know that one day you will be so awesome, and I will be proud just to have witnessed a small part of that awesome.
(now lets see how many people will misinterpret this one)

6) To Sanu, Ting and all my epic friends whom I have known for-like-ever. Thanks for continuing to be there, you remind me that as things move on, you CAN cling on to some things.

7) And you, please wake up and stop moping.

8) And finally, you. I hate what you have become and I hate that I miss you. I hate that it bothers me every day and I hate that you don't care anymore. Yes, it hurts like hell, but not for the reason that everyone else will think. You know why.

Well, for those of you who are confused because I am swinging between being emo and being ridiculously hallmarkishly hopeful, let me qualify: these are bottled up things from the last few months. Not all are applicable now and I don't really feel any of them presently (mostly because I realise I should be outside ironing clothes for tomorrow). They were all things that I told myself I must write on my blog at some point.

Damn these rants.