my very neat room before i started packing. ok not very neat, still decent.

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a typhoon came. i had to navigate my way by tip toeing GREAT. it was such a pig dumpster i couldnt bear to take anymore pics

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then it became a lil neater. u see those plastic bags in the shelf? yeah i basically just took everything and put them in plastic bags and return them into their original shelf, just so my mum and my granny wouldnt go rummaging thru my stuff and throw out stuff they think i wouldnt want, which i know if i happen to find out when i am back, i will definately start a bitch fight, start killing pigs that amount to six months and then throw the remains at them. wow, did i just say that? am i that violent? oh my dad thought of this idea btw, not a very good idea actually.

packing is a disastor. i thought all was fine, just thro into my not so chio red and black luggage, i want a hot pink onee, haha. and wrestled with the blasted luggage for so long before i could zip it up. it felt like a work out, really. Then the truth came when the weighing scales gave its verdict. 40kg. oh yeah. great, twice of my allowed luggage limit. then i had to open up the luggage tearfully cos it took so long to close, vacuum pack some stuff and threw the rest into my backpack. i think im gonna hand carry 40kg of stuff in my quite chio orange backpack just so my not so chio luggage can get cleared. ya i know its stupid taking pics of how myself wrestling with the luggage but its for memory sake. who knows some will learn how to close their luggage after seeing how i did, but then again, every clear headed person will know that to close the fat luggage, one has to sit and box the luggage into obedience. im leaving tmr. maybe my survival instincts will kick in only then. maybe i will love my independence. xoxo