This whole packing and unpacking shit is turning me into a 100 year old woman. I kid you not. My back is aching and yesterday, my mum found a strand of “white” hair on my head. She insists it’s white, but I beg to differ. It’s not white, it’s silver. So anyway, due to the whole moving she bang, my whole house is filled with boxes! I’m so tempted to start up a box factory. I’m sure the business will thrive. Who doesn’t need boxes? God. I’m rambling about boxes. I apologize. Let me blog about something way more cooler.
Guess what was parked outside my house yesterday??!! Let me give you a clue. James bond drives it.



It’s a bloody DB 9!!! I’ve never seen one up close and personal before. It’s so gorgeously slick!! I mean, just look at it in all it’s wonder!! sigh…
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Dropped off Sam at my aunty’s house today and I miss him already. :c(

This whole moving house episode is pretty tough. No doubt I am excited about moving to a new place. It’s just the readjustments that I have a problem with. I’ll get used to it after a period of time I guess, but now, it’s bittersweet.