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Moving house

A couple of months ago, when my parents moved house, I saw the biggest collection of stuff I had ever set my eyes on. Old stuff, new stuff, used stuff, unused stuff... You name it, they had it.

And it all had to be moved...

It was then that I said to my wife these words:
"We're lucky. When we move it's going to be much easier, cos we don't have that much stuff..."

Boy...

Was I soooooooo wrong...


Two weeks of pain...packing.

One day of pure agony...lifting and sifting.

Unending torture...unpacking.


Pain...Agony...Torture...

But at the end of the day, the best feeling one could ever have.


I now have a spacious, beautiful house

To call my own... :)

Comments

rumah baru??

rumah raya??




ada langsir baru??
hahahahhaaaa.....
izzati fuad said…
heh..ayat encik lah memang besh. wanna visit ur house! ahaks.
Tok Rimau said…
Terlupa langsung hari penting ni. Sori tak membantu.
azie said…
cik lahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!


err..when are u going to invite us to ur home?

new home

ehehe

sorry couldn't help u out.
Yana Ismail said…
ehehehe..bila nak jemput kami ke rumah baru you?auwww:)hehe
Garam,

langsir baru..
rumah baru..

org rumah...lama...

hehehehehehehehe...


Ijat,

Ayat yang mana tu? X boleh nak pilih yang mana best...hehehe..


Tok,

Wa tau lu sibuk cari Rolex Oyster gua.


Azie,

I'll invite you for the doa selamat...tp nak kena masak lah nnt.. ;)

But seriously, everyone, pls feel free to drop by any time...ur more than welcome to drop by.
Greg Wee said…
That reminds me of the song from this TV sitcom in the 70s:
Movin' on up...
To the East side...
We're finally gonna get a piece of the pie.
Missus A said…
You are still in Jay Bee?
Congrats on the new house :)
Greg,
Which sitcom was that? But I like the pie part..hehehehe..

CC,
Eeeeyup, still here in good ol JB... If ever ur in town, just give me a buzz and me and the wife would be more than happy to have u here.
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affendik? said…
i share u joy, sir =]

n i really like the green, grassy spot in your ouse,by the way. hehe
irwan,
thanks for the help..I really couldn't have done it without u :)

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