Pack'em

The internet has been pretty lousy yesterday. Wasn't able to surf the net to even do the simplest things like checking emails and reading the news, not to mention blogging too.

See, this is why I don't like blogging the next day. I have to scratch my head hard to recall all the 'fruitful' things I've done that dignified the day!

Alas, tis' was packing, packing and packing that yours truly devoted the last 18 hours of her Saturday to. I'm leaving for Worthing on Tuesday for my first hospital placement this summer hols, which was why I had to get all my stuff boxed up to be stored this weekend.

Packing is tear-inducing.

I regret telling my floormate that I love packing, because although I can wipe all things clean and ensure they are spotless (this is a worrying symptom of OCD I'm afraid), I hate deciding whether they should go or stay. I can't determine which boxes they should be dumped into, or if they would actually be better off in plastic bags.

But I'm glad to announce that I've sorted my belongings. Found a friend who I could accommodate my stuff with until the end of September, which is when the opposite of packing will take place. *shudder*

I think I've gained a stone or two of muscle from all those lifting I've done since Saturday morning. And it's very welcomed because of all these weight I've lost in the last few weeks. I could tell even without the help of a weighing machine because of the new-found space in my jeans when I wear'em.

Gee man. Moi is already a size 0 (which is bad enough to begin with), I really hope I won't turn into what my friend had been teasing me all this while - a size negative!