When life gives you lemons, 

you make lemonade.

When people kick you out of Chinatown, 

you move to...Tampines.

The five year plan has taken a new twist once again.

And it appears that my stint in Chinatown 

has now been cut short by a good two months.

Not that I'm complaining. Hardly at all.

Blessing in disguise this is.

End of July, that's the tentative moving period.

Tampines, here we come.