A friend found out that I’m moving out and asks me, “Have you jak yat to move in yet?!”
Jak yat. One of the local Chinese superstitious customs that amuse me on a good day and exasperate me on a bad day. To jat yat is to choose an auspicious day.
It’s been bad days. I wanted to say, lady, I’ve been stuggling to balance working, flat-searching, dealing with incompetent estate agents and unreasonable landlords, going to hockey games, getting to rugby training, while trying to ignore a running injury, (plus my recent addiction to Glee, shhh), I can’t be bothered to flippin jak yat! I’ll effin’ move in when I’ve moved everything in!
“Oh! Then let me help you jak yat!” Argh.
So yes! I’m moving out! Woohoo!
Vanessa, a friend from uni., and I have found a little two-bedroom place which will effectively cut my daily 2.5 – 3 hours commute to less than 45 mins! Waahoo!
She’s done almost all of the hard work, including measuring for the furniture we’ve yet to get. (I waved her goodbye and ran off to play rugby. *grin*)