Moving House

Today I was trying to finish my drawing for robotic arm but was told to help my auntie at Sengkang to move some things to new house. My young uncle fetch my sister and I at 2pm using his company van. The journey from Jurong to Sengkang is very long and somehow I had nothing much to strike conversation with my uncle, except my sister. Both of them could just talk anything under the sun. I just felt handicapped in terms of language. I tend to speak English much fluent. It was warm and stuffy, plus the strong wind blew my hair and turn into distorted afro-haired guy.

Once reached there, my uncle and I uploaded several boxes containing their stuff into the van. We travelled to Woodlands and found my other auntie and her hubby plus my uncle there. We all carried the stuff up. It was double-storey house and it was very nice and spacious. I came to realized that MY sis was going to have double-storey house too. Gosh! Somemore it was nearby to my auntie's house. When i had the chance to own such house. We went back to Sengkang to do second uploading. Helping out is just an obligation for my mum and maybe perhaps me for supporting me in some way.Anyway, she was my favourite auntie, minus his bratty son. I just could stand his michievious behaviour when he grew up, BRAT!Now I just had not visit my sis's house yet.

My uncle sent us back at 6pm. I was quite hungry but my mum did not cook tonight because she was helping my grand-auntie downstair ( some wedding feast ) . I just cook two packet of noodles plus potato wedges. I was waiting for her to come back.Suddenly, I just missed her, and waited for her to come back. I realized that I could not live without her.Apparently, she returned at 3am, just a good night kiss and I went to doze off.