I have not been blogging as much as usual and unfortunately, it isn’t due to the overactive social life I was hoping for. It’s been four days and I am still trying to adjust to the bloody weather. I foresee myself transforming into a nocturnal animal because it’s too hot to be out in the day. The only daytime trip I made was down to Toa Payoh, The Land of Randomly Allocated HDB Block Numbers, to get a badly needed haircut. I’ve only been to Jurong Point and Toa Payoh over these four days. So much for an active social life.

Instead of spending my time out there like a healthy 24 year old (Me! 24! Now!), I have been at home. The domestic manager’s middle finger is bandaged and needs to stay dry. I came back at the perfect time to fill up the position of a domestic assistant manager, cleaning up dishes, helping with the cooking preparations, visiting the market to carry groceries and washing dead animal carcasses meant for cooking. The clean freak in me could no longer stand the miscellaneous traces of filth in the house. So I proceeded to scrub down the dirty kitchen sinks until they shone and sparkled. Then I went on to nag about the miscellaneous junk here and there and about the family’s annoying habits of storing clutter.

Campaign Declutter is now on. I shall brainwash every single soul in the household and turn all of them into fellow clean freaks.