Decisions. Decisions. Decisions.

You'd think that staying in a hotel you wouldn't have to worry too much about messing the place up. After all, it's paid for so by all means, go really crazy and leave the cup unwashed! But I'm the type that would want to keep the sheets tucked back into the mattress (though they never turn out right). Sometimes I feel proud of myself for not having to let housekeeping do anything. Sometimes I hope the hotel surprises me with a 'Best Customer Award'. 

So this lady comes up to me and asks me to draw a floor plan of my hostel for her, as her child is about to enroll for a course here in AIMST. I wanted to tell her that I'm not a qualified architect or engineer. I didn't have the floor plan. I was sure about where my bed was placed, but what if she wanted to know about the plumbing? Or the secret tunnel that brings you to Kronos. I doodled something out anyway. A floor plan. My parents sent me here after just seeing an ad in the newspaper, I didn't panic not knowing the layout of where I would direct my pee. Just saying. 

Sometimes I wished my name had more I's in it. That way I could dot my I's with little heart shapes. It's just every girl's dream. I had a phase back in primary school when I wanted to call myself Nicole. But that didn't pan out because of the contents of my birth certificate.