

You see, dad's organising this massive renovation for our house. After all, the only renovation that we ever did to the house was painting it, painting it, and...painting it again. Since the renovation is gonna be rather huge and will potentially produce lots of dust, dad thought I'd be a good idea if we shift to another house, temporarily.
I spent one whole week packing all the accumulated junk that I've had with me for the past 26 years. Of course, I was being nostalgic during the packing process..reading the old cards that I had, letters, pictures, etc..There were all rubbish really, but just to valuable to be thrown away..
Now, we've finally settled in our new home. There are still lots of unopened boxes, but we plan to keep it as that. After all, in a few months time, we have to shift back to our newly renovated house.
The funny thing about our new home is that it's on the same row as my other half's! So happenned that dad was looking for a nice semi-D house in shah alam, and his friend offered our family to stay at his vacant, newly purchased house for the next few months. I guess it's just karma.