Stripping my room

I’m knackered.

Just spent the past few hours trying to stuff all my life’s belongings into black trash bags and suitcases. Twilight was keeping me company. In fact, I played it twice – once with the commentary from Catherine Hardwicke, Kristen Stewart and Robert Pattinson, which was absolutely hilarious. I love cute British accents and humorous self-deprecation in a man. Mmm.

Anyway, I’ve packed most of what I could, dumped those that I could live without and yet the room still bears traces of my life. I don’t know if I could ever truly finish packing but at least what I need to begin my new life with, I carry them with me.

The unpleasant thing is, this new beginning is supposed to be a joyous occasion but it’s become a great source of frustration. I have tried my best to be as accommodating as I possibly can and yet it seems that there are still those who are not happy. It’s selfish and it’s ruining an important milestone in my life, leaving behind a sour taste in my mouth. I understand the pain of letting go – but this is getting all a little too melodramatic for my liking. We’re moving to Tampines, not the Antarctica, for heaven’s sake.

In fact, I don’t even know if we are really supposed to be moving into east end tomorrow. Oh screw that, I am moving in. I’m done being polite.

I’m knackered, I have the eff-ing cold and I am ready to bite.