Do as the nomad does.

"hello, will be coming over to setapak to shift your things today instead of tomorrow afternoon. Get ready, will be there by 3"
"buuuutt mom..."
"no buts, either you shift today or you'll have to find your own way to get the stuff back home"

(omgshitshitshitshitiamsoscrewed)
"Okay. I'll be ready. Three you say?"

***
That conversation took place on thursday.

Time: 11.45 am
Condition: messy room with papers strewn everywhere, drawers still full with yesteryear's notes and clothes that need to be packed into bags. Fan still stuck on wall. In conclusion: An absofuckinglute mess.

Gee. Thanks mom.

But you know what, by 1.30 pm my room looked like this:

Believe it or not?

Non stop packing okay.

And the reward for my labour: RM1.01

(found scattered from unusual corners in my room)

And a penguin which I got from a happy meal

And the casualities of the shift?

-three pairs of shoes (2 heels and one canvas shoe)
-a whole pile of notes and random pieces of paper.
-alot of instant mee, which I had given away at the charitable moment.
-old newspapers

When my dad and a family friend came by later,we packed everything into the car in less than 15 minutes. (I checked my watch okay)

Told my dad if this diploma/degree idea doesnt quite work out, I can start a company to help people shift house and would still survive anyway.
And he laughed at me. wtf

So thats.. done.
I have officially packed up all the traces of my existance at setapak in a few hours. Ended another chapter of another very very interesting journey in my life.

Its kinda sad that things are so hard to build but so easy to demolish.

Next step?

Ps: I noticed recently, my posts have been getting waaay uncomprehensible and personal. It was a weird phrase which I will grow out of hopefully. We all have weird phrases we need growing out of sometimes. -.-''

Sorry ya.

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