Moving

I had this extremely spicy hotpot going on for dinner last night and I am now in the middle of reviving my totured tongue. Apparently it melted with the chilli,the heat and spice and Im tongue tied, no,tongue-less now. No more tongue in cheek retorts till I revive myself!

Also,I have moved from a nice 2 no-privacy noisy apartment along the central of all the shopping districts in Taipei to my new early retirement village where I have to climb 5 flights of stairs before I hyperventilate and die along the way. It's a new  old place with fascinating decor from the landlord of multiple cultural interests but mostly I was fixated with the amazing doors that would not open leading into a dungeons of tough doors.I say this with grave seriousness. None of the doors,from the first gate into the apartment to the second door that leads into my hugeass balcony and the final big gate that leads into my house can open easily. It's like a whole global team of locksmiths decided to code this place with such safety the tenants themselves are pulling out their hair trying to open the door. Why? Cos my landlord called me and asked me if I changed the lock. He could not open the door leading to the balcony. Happiness. I can imagine now being late and forgetting a million things and this is when being superman is not so bad,even his red undies and fashion misfit would have been tolerated just so I could charge upwards with easy flight. HELP. Am i regretting the change? Oh gosh,I really don't know. I have a tendency to create new challenges for myself frequentlt, it fascinates me to torture myself really.

Alright,there's this really fake girl acquaintance I know fairly well grinning at me with her arms open coming to my direction now. I hope she doesn't read my blod or she'd know she is her. GREAT. Hugs and kisses,later.