finally picked up my stuff (inherited from j) from d, his nice swedish friend. when j told me to have someone help me carry everything back to where i'm staying, i scoffed and told him off for doubting my capabilities. looks like i'd to eat my words when i couldn't even manage lifting aforementioned stuff from the storage cage to the storeroom door! and then came the most embarrassing part of distributing the weight between the hideous ikea bag and my backpack. so i sat morosely in the empty parking lot looking very much like a jilted (and evicted!) lover who was sent packing with only the clothes on her back and whatever she could fill the bag with in his hurry to turf her out. talk about attracting strange stares from the other residents who were none too pleased to find a suspicious character sorting through a mountain of barang and obstructing their path to the subway.
but i finally made it back to home base, despite taking a wrong turn on the subway and ending up somewhere even more ulu than i'm already staying. oops.
disgruntled sherpa-esque rant aside though, i'm looking this little gem! it's a fan that blows hot hair. a bit like a standing hairdryer. keeps me nice and toasty in the summer chill. don't you foresee my fan and i becoming bosom buddies through winter? apparently this isn't even close to cold yet...
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