Exhausted.
Exhausted.
Exhausted.
Exhausted.
Babysitting my italian-malay cousin has never been this tiring before. The journey to and fro pan pacific hotel has become such a routine that it bores me to roam around marina square, suntec and orchard. I keep on telling myself that there's another two more days still. I guess I'll just have to wait for friday to come. Not that i dislike babysitting her. She's such an adorable kid, but you know she's the sort of taktahudiamandmengelitis type of kid. I usually get home with a hunchback from all the piggybacks.
God, bless me.
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