The time has come for me to move again. Seems to be a yearly thing now. 3rd move in 3 years. I'm not a kid anymore so seriously there's no fun and excitement in moving anymore. Kinda sad actually. I miss my old house. Thot tht'll be the permanent house so i took the trouble to do up the lights, the shelves, unpack, added some personal touch to the toilet, frame up my giant jigsaw but oh wells... It feels somewhat like a break-up actually. Same logic isn't it? Putting effort into something tht becomes nuthing. Kinda like changing cars too. I remember feeling bloody sad when some guy came to drive my car away to be scraped. It's like losing an old friend. That familiarity u've come to know so well gets taken away from u by force. N i really really hate it!
Everything i need is here but it feels somewhat different. I feel bored, feel restless, i feel bloody uncomfortable. But i'm making do with situation. Guess it's just the art of getting used to all over again. And i bloody hell jolly well get used to it soon coz assignments are gonna start pouring in again. And if i stay uncomfortable, my muse won't come knocking, and if my muse don't come knocking, i'll die a miserable death.
So this is the story of my life now; Packed up boxes as a computer table and very very moodless.
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