So it's pretty much confirmed tat my family's moving, to khatib. The feeling of a new home is awesome. Besides, im sick of woodlands anyway. In the middle of nowhere, and first to get bombed when malaysia don't like us. A big big library i never went, and a stupid tree in the middle of the park with bird shit dropping now every minute or so.

The new house now looks like garbage. No kidding. An uncle bought it in 1994 and left it there to rot until, hmm, now. With all the renovation and stuff, it's a pretty expensive house, slightly more than what my parents can afford. So me and my bro's gonna pay for it when we grow up. :) But nt for long, i always told my mom i want to marry and move out early. i can't stand some stupid rules. im switch on the aircon every nite and wear 3 pairs of pyjamas plus one t-shirt. my underwear must be either black/blue and cannot have cartoons on it. im not allowed to do pull-ups cos my mom thinks it will make me look like a crab. and alot alot more.

Anyway, because we have moved 3 times in the past few years, i dunno how we landed up with 4 washing machines, 3 tvs, 3 sofa sets, 3 coffee tables blah blah. ALmost everything comes in a number other than one. Most of it's going to go into the garbage. the new house's not big enough to contain all the stuff.

Realli excited abt moving. :) i dunno why this post sounds very depressing. i think it's because im having sats tmr.