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Well, it has been really quiet for me for the past days. After moving my stuff to this new house, all I've ever had is worries. One of my worries is that I've lost my brother's cellphone and that it got stuck as a pest in my head, I couldn't sleep right. I couldn't feel right. Yes, why couldn't I be happy that I've got my own house and my own room. I blew it again. Responsibility.
A lousy cellphone. Gone missing. And it got me static a couple of days. Very static. Why?
I didn't do anything after moving in. Breathe, eat, sleep, take a bath, that's it. All for a misplaced cellphone. Why?
I didn't want to disappoint my brother. I didn't want to give them a proof that I'm incompetent. I was held responsible for it, but it wasn't my fault to let it go missing. And with missing items during your moving day, it's really unsatisfying. Anyway, it happened, and I couldn't set my head straight for such a shallow reason.
Friday. When all of this started. I was on bed sleeping. My sister borrowed it to take pictures. I entrusted it to her. Night came, I left my laptop with her. I didn't ask for the cellphone anymore, knowing that it's with her and that I wouldn't need it for tonight. It was just one night anyway, and we'll be moving stuff Saturday morning.
Saturday. Moved heavy stuff. *Refer to my previous entry. Searched for it really hard. I didn't find it.
Sunday. I'm beginning to worry. I forgot my acoustic box. And I forgot my acoustic box the past Sunday. Sunday's ruined and I let everybody down. Sorry, Pastor.
Monday. I remembered setting it with a 7 o'clock alarm Mondays to Fridays. Got up and searched. It's already on its third day missing, and there's still no sign of it. When he told me that he'd cancel that number, I told him strictly not to, since it's still ringing. Which means it's somewhere between the apartment and the new house, and no stranger had claimed it yet -- so there's still hope. Unfortunately, he canceled it. I had no more comment.
I searched high and low, and I even told my sister that it's hers if she could find it. That's how desperate I was to getting it over. But to no avail.
Tuesday, yesterday, I woke up with yet blood shot eyes, with the worry still intact. It was raining. Six thirty in the morning I walked from the house to the apartment. I was in a hurry and I didn't put on proper clothes. It was cold, but I didn't mind. I really wanted to get this over with.
The apartment. 7 o'clock struck and I was hoping that the alarm would give it away. There was no alarm. I forgot to mention -- the cellphone was set to vibrate mode -- And I got extra worried. I had searched the new house, and if it wasn't in the apartment, it's all screwed.
There was no alarm and I began to panic in the apartment. I searched outside, the living room, my room, bathroom, my parent's room. With useless results, I began searching my mom's purse.
And then I found it there.
I don't know how it got it there. Mom didn't know how it got there. It was like a miracle -- like it popped out of nowhere and into her purse.
Good, I found the cellphone. I phoned home. In the end, I squirmed when I heard that I still had to pay $135. I don't want to pay that much because I need money to buy stuff for my room. And I specifically told my brother not to cancel it. But he had it canceled anyway.
Wednesday. I wasn't in the mood to be entertaining. But my cousin visited us. He was just done with his high school enrollment. I had no choice but to be entertaining as I could. I thought it would help me forget. I thought wrong. Wednesday went pleasant until evening.
[to be continued]
Saturday is unbelievable.
I couldn't sleep early Saturday morning. 9 o'clock, they pulled me out of bed. I got four hours of sleep for a full day's work: ANYWAY, 9 o'clock and my eyes are still blood-shot. I can see veins under my eyes. I was aware of the date, still I insisted to stay in bed. RESISTANCE WAS FUTILE.
It's moving time.
Yes, we've found our new home and we've decided to move this Saturday. I started carrying heavy-loads and furnitures, placing them around the house, *tables, sofas, couches, beds, mattresses, traveling bags, chairs, end tables and so on*. We had one pickup and we had a lot. In the end we made three trips. Fortunately, we were able to finish carrying, placing and damaging surfaces around 3. *oh well, it's our house anyway*
We're not done yet. My hands are starting to hurt.
We went to Superstore and bought food. We went to Value Village and bought a keyboard that turned out nothing but crap and we can't have it replaced *wasted 6 bucks*. We went to Dollarama and bought hooks, some stuff and especially a paintbrush to paint over the 'damage' during the move. It's amazing how I kept up with the pace, and my lunch was just five spoonful of rice.
My body's craving for sleep and my room's a mess. My room's like an abstract art or a dumpster because of my stuff thrown everywhere. I almost tripped on my XBox. And I found my earphones that I thought I lost a year ago.
We had casualties. My dad misplaced his expensive cellphone and I misplaced my cellphone that I borrowed from my older bro. Lucky.
6PM we had practice for Church tomorrow. The Bible study ended around 9PM. We went back to he apartment to fetch more stuff around 10. It's official, my arms were literally shaking and I couldn't stand up properly. It felt good. I can still go for it.
I'm being blamed for misplacing my brother's cell. Although, I entrusted my laptop together with my cellphone with to my sister. Yep. It's my fault all right. Good thing my room has a lock on it, I'm going to be strict from now on. All my stuff will be kept there.
My fingers are ready for damage this Sunday, if ever I'll be using my acoustic box. But Pastor said to use the drums. I'm happy.
We've lost a lot of stuff during the move. I really think we're not prepared to move out of the apartment yet. But I'm sure the things we've misplaced will turn up eventually.
* Sorry, I'll add the smileys later. Tired. *smiles*
wow, it's almost two in the morning.
COMING SOOOOOON. after I fix my room. and find that phone.