Mother Studies (#3): Gifts

This are the things that were put inside my apartment last night:

5 crates
(i think there's more that has not been unloaded from the delivery truck.)

about 10 50kg sacks of sugar PLUS
some more in the plastic crates and more odds and ends.

They look a lot more than what the photos show. I cleaned the whole area of other furniture.


when they (my mother and her entourage) starts working, she's gonna spread all the individually packed sugar all over the floor and stick a price tag on them. i cannot even begin to imagine. 


i hope they do not watch TV in full volume while at work.




(UPDATE: since the ever-cranky vehicle stalled AGAIN for the nth time, mother didn't bring it along with her. Just the delivery truck. when they arrived it was raining and there was no parking space because the apartment compound practically opens to a busy street. so the driver (who probably accidentally left his common sense along the way), as per instructions of mudda, parked the truck in the driveway with its head jutting out because the whole body wouldn't fit. Meaning, all the other cars of other apartment owners cannot go out nor enter the apartment anymore. We also couldn't close the gate. incidentally, the driver left to visit his relatives bringing with him the truck keys--see, i told you he lost his common sense somewhere--and now the compound caretaker's car is stuck outside under the rain. I also now am NOT allowed to use any furniture inside our room (except the bed where i could sleep in) but that is another story. but shit, really, i feel like i've just been evicted and lost all authority in my own house. My only hope of getting my own house now is that Afg project. give it to me please, so i can get my own place with my OWN room, with my OWN office furniture.)

FIN.