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20.8.07
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Home is where the heart is
We have set up our new residence at 33 Orchard View Boulevard, and are more or less settling in confortably. The basic essentials have been purchased, less a few others. Curtains and a dining table actually rank lower than a telly and microwave, the latter two contested by my brother as being essential. My sister quips, "Baking equipments."
It was definitely a nightmarish move on August 2nd; possibly the horror of a direct-to-DVD flick entitled "The Movers From Hell". Our initial movers appeared close to three hours after the scheduled time. We had them collect our loveseats first, and by the time they made it to Forest Manor Road, we were left with a time constrain and a bout of rage and disbelief. It was only right that we ordered them to just take the load to Orchard View and refuse to fork out the basal rate for such sloppy services. Besides, we planned to continue using them the next day. What ensued was a blur, but it went something like he refusing, I yelling, he yelling, more yelling, and I slamming the phone. A big mistake, as the image of the loveseats seared across my mind. I cowardly, or perhaps wisely, called him back and brushed it off as my flat phone battery. When I met face to face with the scruffy, lying, hooligan, there was the repetitive argument, where he even threatened to throw our loveseats on the road. I had to pay up in order for them to budge, and if not for the few short cents off from an hour's labour, I wouldn't have lost $15 more than I should have. He cheated me of my change. I was so drained to contend, an energy drink could have done me good then, that I let it go. He and his ragged minions did their half-assed job and I closed the door on them.
Scratch the 2nd, the move only occurred successfully (may I add, very peacefully and efficiently) a full 24-hours later. We spent the night at the new place, since we had earlier brought over our quilts. The next morning, my brother made some phone calls to Chinese movers, fumbled over his Mandarin, and within a few hours, a truck was parked at the loading bay of Forest Manor ready to rumble.
Since then, we have made many trips to furniture centres, hardware stores, home living shops, supermarts. Boxes have been unpacked, some hidden away from sight with the great space of storage areas we now possess. We have decided to forgo a house phone, rather invest into our cellphones. Our internet should be ready tomorrow, but all these while we have been tapping into this free, unknown source that has been providing us with speeds even my laptop of the older generation cannot handle (we reckon it comes from the office building across). Everyone is pleased, satisfied and appreciative.
We have found a house we now call home.
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Stones taught me to fly
Love taught me to lie
Life taught me to die
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