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September 24, 2019
11:30 a.m. That couch nap energised me. At the lunch table Mom's eyeing my polo shirt. She informs me that Kuya asked her to throw the whole lot. "All his Divi polo shirts?" my eyes widen. Mom nods. "Why do you like them so much? I see you managed to save one. It's yellow now though." YEAH as if I don't know? Thrown away and here I am treasuring the fuck out of it, partly because I thought he still wants it. I forget now how this happened, why I believed otherwise. It's still a good day though.