of moving and packing

a typical msn conversation with a friend on his moving to the new place

it got me thinking of my previous experience of moving and my always-packing my room

all I can say its the new toilet bowl (say it in Cantonese) theory

you spend a bomb renovating the place, making sure the contractor does the exact things that you told him.

a week before the moving day, you start packing your stuff in the boxes.

you start wondering, wow! I have so much shit kept in the drawers.

if you are lucky, you can still find the roaches's corpse buried under the pile of magazines.

you start going through all the stuff one by one. memories flashes across...

pixs are lying everywhere, among those are the ones taken with your exs

happiness, angryness, sadness, starts to feel your heavy heart....

Oh well... you can't bear to throw them away. Whatever the case is, those are the memories that wouldn't leave you.

So you start dumping everything into the boxes and transport to the new place.

The shifting was tiring and hectic.

you curse and swear at the movers who messes up the boxes even though u labelled them

Shit! you realize that the box of forbidden goods is nowhere to be found.

Puki mah! Where the heow is it....

you go thru the messes in the hall, in the kitchen, in the rooms, nowhere to be found!

Suddenly, you turned ard and your sixth sense tells you that your beloved ***** is there.

you brave thru and found your darling lying comfortably and safely is the corner of the hall.

you pick her up and dash into the room, open up the drawers, dump it in and lock it up!

phew! Darling I promise never to loose you again.... you are my spritual vitamins...

after a day of coolie work, you drop dead and sink yourself into the sofa.

how you wish ciggie and booze are with you and that would be heaven!

"oei start packing your stuff now!" the NOW echoed like the discipline master's voice

you got your fat ass up and starts to unpack.

you realize that, you smell like a bangala, you are hungry, you are tired.

you seh nai but its useless.... coz Daddy is not around....

so to speed things up you dump everything back into the drawers and fought hard to close the drawers.

finally, everything is "packed" and you thought, one of these days when I'm free, I'll repacked them. Right now, I juz wanna sleep.

its as per after a full blown workout....

and so you drown yourself in bed, cannot be bothered if you sell like bangala anymore while hitting slumberland.

thats when you realize that Emperor Dowager walked into the room, held on to the handles of the wardrobe and pulled open.

All hell break loose....the pile of rubbish that you lugged from the old place gush downlike the waterfall and smack her hard on the face....

Ah gerrrrrr!!!!!

Damn...