I visited grandma yesterday and we had dinner at Pastamania. NomNomNom. Oh yes, I haven't blog about my jerseys being thrown into the garbage shoot. This was what happened. I put all my jerseys (from primary school till now) into a plastic bag and placed it near the door. On that very same night, dad thought that the bag contains some unused clothes so he threw it. I found out only like 2 hours after he threw it. I got panicked. At 3 in the morning I woke up and went to the huge rubbish garage. The cleaner told that the garbage truck will arrive at around 7 plus. So I went back home. When I woke up at 7, dad asked me to go to the void deck cause a cleaner was already waiting for me. Apparently dad had called the town council for help. Aww. I love daddy
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I went to the rubbish garage together with the worker. Gosh. The place was covered with cockroaches and their eggs. Fortunately I'm not afraid of cockroaches (except for the flying ones). Finally. I got back my jerseys. I was lucky that dad threw it late at night so the bag of jerseys were rather at the top of all the other rubbish. The plastic bag was smelly and covered in brownish stuffs. It should be gravy, not poo. Wow, pretty great experience in there.
XoXo.
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