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Chapter 171: churning...

my stomach's churning, i feel weak. my first meal was 9AM. my second and last meal was 8:30PM.

i've been fucking busy. am so busy until i'm fucking pissed. 5 parcels arrived on Thursday. the 6th arrived today. i've been busy packing, tallying all 230+ items. if my brother wasn't home early today, i wouldn't have managed to carry the items that are over 15KG to Yew Tee MRT Station. ... and he accompanied me from 6PM to 7:30PM and left his dinner at home. i told him to go back first but he didn't budge. er.. yea the meetup lasted for 1.5hours. i'm so touched by my brother's actions T_T

and my room stinks. these clothes do not smell nice at all ok. my floor's damn dirty too, with the dust and all. can't stand it. ... and not to mention - some fucked-up participants.

i still have $$$ left at 3 of the shops. i'll open one of each then i'll quit organising already ... tough job man.

sighhhhhhhhhh
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