So Stress Can Die Wei

Tossed and turned around all night.

Collectively, I probably sneaked in one pathetic hour's worth of sleep throughout the night but, I'm hoping to be able to function like normal, without any major mishaps. Let's hope I don't fall down a flight of stairs and smash my face into concrete, okay?


Hands, feet, eyes, ears, head, limbs and torso, I'm calling you to attention! Please, please, pleeeeaaase work in tandem with one another. You canNOT let me down. Not this time. Please be in I'm On A First Date mode today. (That is arguably the highest, most-careful-to-be-in mode possible to womankind. It stands at par with I'm Walking Down The Aisle And I Must NOT Trip mode.)

So while Body tossed and turned last night,
Brain had a little extra awake time to do some thinking.

I believe that stress doesn't increase when distance of the new place from your old place increases. Down the road? Pfft. Can handle lah. Stress a bit only. Not even if it's a move from one state to another. I've more or less done that. No biggie. Cannot die. Stress levels only hike real high in the event of a major shift (like migration from one country to another) and you're expected to leave a life you've always known behind to start afresh in an entirely foreign land with a different culture.


But that's not what I'm going through right now, so... yeah. Distance? Not a factor. It's how long you've been at a place and how much rubbish you've accumulated, gathered and collected over the years that claims the blasted job of upping stress to deadly levels.

And it's official. I have A LOT of rubbish.

Si liao la zhi pai.
(English translation: Die already lah this time.)