Monday, June 06, 2005
--A day in the movers' shoes.--
Bah, I actually had made plans for today, to go to beach road for abit and check out the prices of for a new fishing rod that I was planning to get. My old one is pretty worn and is not in what you exactly call 'fishing condition'.
Anyway, my plans were ruined when my mom asked me to stay at home and help her move the stuff to the new stall she's opening somewhere up in henderson. We carried all the stuff down first, stuff such as; stoves, ladles, hell lots of bowls, one long steel table and stuff like that. Our block has no lift, so we have to carry all those stuff down to the first floor ourselves. But luckily, we live on the third =D
Ok, all the lighter stuff(but still heavy) are down to the first floor, the next hurdle would be the steel fridge, the kind hawkers use where the doors, hinges and all are steel...crap, what a load. The fridge is already on the first floor, but we still have to move it next to the carpark where the lorry is gonna park. Even with the three of us, we couldn't move the fridge far, moving it a metre away from its original spot was already like doing a 100 meter dash. Finally the problem was solved, borrowing a durain cart(the L shaped kind, I was surprised how it could hold together under that sorta weight), from a fruit stall near by.
Ahh, finally the lorry was here, and we loaded all the stuff on it, reached the stall, and stuffed everything right in, and yea, including that extra heavy fridge. Unloading was easier, cuz the driver and his (dunno, friend or assistant) was ther to help us unload the stuff and fridge.
Arg, enough of that, damn tired after that torture...I'm back home now, bathed and resting, ahhh, my fan, ahhh...
Then again, i ask myself:
Why was the flame encased in ice so thick?
What was it that froze a flame so wild?
Now that it is frozen, was it for the better?
Or was it for the worse?
6:54 PM
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