i am coming down with i-dunno-wat.
instead of salivating at all the yummy food available just 5 mins walk away, i feel nauseated at the thought of any food. *sobsob*
so instead of stuffing myself with food like i do in melbourne
and earning myself the title of dua CC ("big CC", in reference to cars which consumes alot of fuel)
i am actually eating about 1/3 of my usual consumption in melbourne.
which basically means i am eating like a normal 23 year old female now.
yes, i was a big fat pig...and i still am cos u dun lose so much weight so soon...

my room remains in a mess...
but at least, i now have a brand new wardrobe
(as in the thing u keep ur clothes in, not my collection of clothes)
and my room has a new furniture arrangement
and most of my stuff are in my room...
while those which are not mine are...well...3 steps away from my room door
so the 'storeroom' has been temporarily relocated to the area outside my room.

mum's incessant nagging continues day-in-day-out
but my nausea is keeping me from being as efficient as i was at packing stuff
looking at photos is further slowing me down...
especially those that brings back alot of laughter...
and those that brings back that familiar ache in the heart...
as time relentlessly slipped through my fingers..
and i realised i only have 10 days left to pack for europe...
i know..
that nausea or not...
today is the day my room would be packed completely..
and tomorrow...i have to start packing for europe
and then over the next 10 days...
alot of shopping has to be done