its always hard when you are moving out from a place where your heart really settles. and that's what happened to me today.i moved out from a place where this past 2 years i quite enjoyed my life. enjoying the time where i gained some nice social interaction with people (since my previous dorm was completely filled with serious people that seldom talk with people accept boating around that they are enrolling themselves in the most prestigious campus in tonw. like i care). i asked my sisters to help me. since the place is not that far then i decided to move everything on foot. that is lot cheaper. under the hot sun i brought my pillow and my bed with me. my new place is quiet nice. hopefully it is nice, cause most of my friends are there too. my room is on the upper level, where i can observe the street and it gets a nice sun exposure during the day, which i really demand from a room. room without the touch of the sun would develope muds and molds. and its quite big too. i dispise small room cause i have phobia with small places. suddenly i feel like losing air to breathe, and the air around me is decreasing rapidly.an unecessary emotion huh? well, many people have their own phobia right? well, tomorrow i still have somethings to move/ to bring from the old room to the new one. including my rusty un-used motorcycle. ahh...i love that thing, but i hate it at the same time. i want to use it again. i want to repair it. gee...old stuffs that bring memories. i am quite tired today. i think i will sleep early...