The most tiring part is packing, moving and unpacking stuff. It makes me realize how much stuff I have, and how I should be grateful, and how I should shop for more stuff even though I want to.
I wish there is such service to help us pack and repack.
It just gets so tiring everytime we have to move somewhere. And the next pitstop now would be Serdang. Quieter definitely, but fun? I doubt it.
KL is still the way to go. No curfew. Or so la.
Everything can be reached within minutes. I'll miss KL. Maybe it's due to the fact that I'm probably going to live out of KL for the next few years that I'm getting pretty emotional about this current move out of KL.
But I am pretty emotional about a lot of stuff. People look at the glass half full, I look at it as half empty.
That's just the way my mind works. Everyone can write whatever shit they want in their blog for all I care, but I'm going to write about how emotional life is. And that is how it is going to be, and if you don't like it, you can just move on to another blog. So there.
I've gotta go, gotta pack my damn stuff up.