MY BABY'S BACK!

oooh ... 61 minutes more ... 61 minutes more. his flight arrives at 1950. it has been an agonising two weeks. my brother and his girlfriend, nuril, came over to my place last night and asked "you live here? alone? alone?!"

mm hmm ... yes, yes, alone, all alone.

"in this big house all alone?"

mm hmm ... yes, yes, in this big house all alone.

"arent you scared?"

was too afraid to reply. i was, after all, going to spend one more night alone. took 15ml of benadryl (hey, not like as though i abuse my medicine all the time, i am also not a codeine addict, was sick last week and found benadryl to be extremely effective in drowsing me to sleep, though not as quickly as i'd like it to) and settled in bed with "Citizen Girl" which is driving me crazy cos of the huge font and large number of adjectives - i simply lose concentration.

but i shall persevere and attempt to have more success with this book than i did with Lord of The Rings. i am still ashamed of my inability to go past breakpoint page 281.

oh, no no no ... cant do it, no sirree.

am happiest when writing in blog and personal offline diary. oh, and when i'm happily picking my nose in front of ravi. however, am getting almost impatient as we still do not have internet access at home hence not able to write in blogs properly - we're going to move.

again.

in weeks.

and before we can commit ourselves to some goddamn expensive cable plan, need to find a bluddy house. but the moment i see these ads, can just imagine the slimy housing agents rubbing their grubby hands in glee with grey teeth showing up in crooked excitement and their oily noses all crinkled up on their pockmarked faces.

and ... i just cannot do it.
but i also am not able to sieve through all these fucking, yes, fucking bluddy fucking annoying ads posted by grammatically retarded housing agents who post cheesy two-liners like "looking for a house? look no further." and twenty million different fucking, yes, fucking bluddy fucking versions of the same bluddy thing.

ravi also does not wish to give away our hard-earned money to slimy housing agents with grubby hands, grey teeth and oily noses on pockmarked faces.

but, am also about to tear hair out of scalp as there doesnt seem to be a single bluddy, decent, fucking honest agent out there.

met a housing agent, kris, who practically almost cheated me out of our money as he said, yes we do collect from tenants too ...

contrary to what Slimy Kris says, our agent friend (two of them) has said - NO, no collection.

wankers.

all i want is to find a nice, decent apartment with a nice paintjob, or an existing paintjob that does not involve watermarks from burst pipes and poisonous eye-sorous lizard droppings, a washing machine, a dryer would be fantastic, a clean fridge without cold-blooded lizards seeking warmth in between crevices of fridge doors, a queen-sized bed that does not make strange noises erhmm, a cupboard that is not mouldy and some freaking sunlight (yes, i love light) and wind through the bluddy windows.

all this
so that
i can finally
i can fucking finally
apply for cable
and get a new desktop
which i can sell
and earn some extra money from

starhub is giving away free desktops to anyone with a new signup. isnt that fantastic? give someone a computer so he can start paying you for your cable services.

no one is honest these days. but i'm not complaining if i'm getting that freaking desktop for free.

love the iMac G5 but it is not being put to good use as we have yet to find the above-mentioned bluddy apartment.

also completely dislike current dishonest landlord who promises this and that and does not perform this and that but has a freaking 'dr' title in front of his name.

i do not know what exactly he doctors, but he definitely could have doctored his doctorate.

have also re-newed friendship with old, old, old (how old can a 22 years 7 months old life be?) friend, ali. most striking moment with ali? was when he sprained his ankle and i was actually heartbroken.

cannot understand why i was heartbroken, but i just was. i was an extremely sensitive child, and ravi can attest for me that nothing much has changed since then.

besides the fact that i have grown both longitudinally and horibluddyzontally.

yeeeeeeeeeess ...

thirty-eight minutes more to go. all i gotta do is go to the toilet, make my hair nice-nice a bit, leave this freaking cold office and head down to the airport to wait (impatiently) for my baby.

cannot take excitement and depression. it's a strange cocktail.