It’s been a week since my parents and I moved to our new place, a nice townhouse southwest of High Park, Toronto. Moving took a while, and I’ve been absolutely drained by the experience. The sheer amount of… stuff that we had to shift over in boxes is staggering. At least now school is a lot closer than it was before; I now live less than 10km from the University, where before I was nearly 30km away to the west. (In Singapore, if we also take into account the horrendous traffic that is a regular on the GTA highways, that’s like living in a hut in Lim Chu Kang and going to school in Changi…)

As usual, life is never without bumps and these past few months have been no exception. It’s not been easy, but there’s never a… “free lunch”, but that’s just how things are, I guess.

Okay. I’m too tired for any more of this. Apologies for relative uninspired-ness. To bed I go.

Hmmph. Just one thing – a random thought just crept into my mind, of incidents of about three years ago. Never, EVER trust a man who, instead of giving you facts or a strong opinion on anything, heavily relies on the use of the horrendously vague “you know what I mean”, “that kind of thing”, “something like that”. Only sorrow… can follow.