So I have moved. Finally~. (that was a sigh of relief) Because, finally I am going to be able to have my own space. My parents are a lot less stressed. After all they can finally be the masters of their home again. Everything is all over the place right now. My shoes (for work) have mysterious gone missing. Everything is kind of (well not kind of--as a matter of factly) in a mess. This reminds me of the time I just went over to Singapore when I was 7. We slept on mattresses on the floor, our living had nothing but a T.V on the floor. We rented a 3 bedroom apartment at Ubi. I still remember those early happy days. Well I'm not 7 anymore, but moving into a new place still has that excitement. At least until everything is more settled, I will have that feeling of being in a hotel somewhere in a foreign place, and have to be hunting around for my stuff in boxes.

I can't wait for those mattresses to arrive. Because I am tired of sleeping on the floor.