  Some people say that house moving is one of the most traumatic experiences in a person's life. It ranks somewhere after childbirth and death. Guess what? I think I'm moving soon. My friend, Junyu, is moving to a bigger place and I'm going to take over his 1 bedroom apartment!
So happy..I will no longer have to pay double rent for a room that I don't stay in. Basket... waste my money only. Ok, back to the traumatic part. Can you imagine the amount of stuff I have to pack!? Clothes, books, stacks of paper that can qualify for a skyscraper easily, the pots and pans, the bloody washing machine, fridge, and bubblewrap each piece of fragile stuff manually... you get what I mean. And the excruciating wait to cancel/move the phone and gas. And not to mention changing mailing addresses, starting from the bank, uni right down to eBay sending address.
$%&*^*$# If only there's some professional packing company that handles all this crap. But maybe after moving, I can go play golf with Junyu and co. Gotta work on my swing. The last time I played was my first, and god, I looked awful trying to swing like a pro. *weeps* 
