free labour
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im so sure i suffer some kind of deadly illness.
room is in its almost-perfect shape.
free from dust and things are in their original place.
i insist a major packing.
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the scope widens tho.
not only i packed my room..
i decided to pack the whole house.
i deserve a pat on the shoulder i guess.
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refolded the clothings in the wardrobe,
swept and mopped the floor,
wiped the table,
and repacked my living room and kitchen table.
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a total of 4hrs were gone.. fast.
result was satisfying.
and im of coz, dead beat.
packing nv fails to lift my mood .. yes, a weird way.
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nevertheless..
i love my room.. dad's gift for his little precious gal.