1st May 2005

Here I am relaxing a little at Macs while blogging and enjoying a well-deserved cold drink.

This morning, a colleague turned into a maid-powered mover and helped me to carry my stuff over to my new place near a town centre. And her maid was indeed a mighty mouse of sorts: small-sized but stronger than her build would let on.

After plunking my stuff down, I insisted on treating my friend and her maid to drinks in an air-conditioned food centre. Sweat was pouring down our faces and our trunks; between us, we must have sweated a litre!

Now, all I have are my Adidas bag, my laptop, my set-top box for cable TV and odds and ends.

Looks like my long weekend will be spent unpacking and reorganising the small space I'll call home from now till I-don't-know-when.

A little traumatised, I must say, since I haven't moved in 18 months, and this is the third-longest place I've stayed in, in this misbegotten society.

But endurance I possess in far greater quantities than the average individual so I'm not particularly harmed by this experience.

However, I do believe that I needed to get myself out of that cockroach-infested hole of a flat, to the current place, which is seemingly more crowded, but definitely newer, cleaner and friendlier(hopefully).