I don’t do the laundry.

It’s not that I don’t want to. It’s because my boyfriend is the one who is doing it all the time. I’m like, “Hey, let’s sched the laundry and take turns.” He’s the kind of guy who is like all cave man… just grabs our little IKEA laundry bin every two or three days and proceeds to dump them into the machine… massaging them into the water with so much love and dedication. I’m batting my eyelids. 😛

So he’s away for a few weeks and I’m doing it for the first time. I can’t imagine getting it done wrong unless Mercury in retrograde manages to sabotage my attempt. I called my boyfriend a few times this afternoon asking him again for directions. Which button to press? In which sequence? When does it drain? How many cups of fabric conditioner do I use?

Geez it’s just a machine with buttons. Not like some creek somewhere deep in the Philippine wilderness.

But I managed to do it. I hope I make my boyfriend proud. My clothes are out drying.

OH, and my pink long sleeves from H&M were part of this batch. I thought I had it in my cabinet all this time. I’M PLANNING TO WEAR IT TOMORROW BECAUSE OF PINK DOT. You know, be one with my gay brothers and lesbian sisters in Singapore. I’d like to show my support even if I can’t exactly be part of the formation. ❤