In Other Words

Length of a Phone Call

On the phone with Shazam, who has just learned (two days ago) that he will be evicted for no apparent reason. Having long since lost interest in staying in Singapore much longer, he is now looking to possibly relocate. One potential location might be Australia. That would be a blast! (and a hoot as well). True, that’s a lot of mights, could bes and ifs, but none the less, the chance is there.

Everything starts with a chance, how ever slim, or how ever big.
For the rest matters are pretty much the same as before. The money we made has all been spent already, we went out last night and discovered that Ausie land isn’t quite as cheap as we thought it would be. That’s not a problem for most people, considering they make more money here then abroad, but for us it’s a little limiting. We’ve decided to drink at home until our financial situation improves (let’s hope that doesn’t take too long).

We’re also looking at another 2000 dollar cost to get Banana her visa. Once she’s got that we’ll be able to make that back, of course since we don’t have that right now, it will be a bit of time (or somebody with money to blow) before we’ll be able to apply for that. Yes, the Australian bureaucracy is throwing us a lot of curve balls; still we only have to hit one out of the park to sprint home, the ticket is to just keep swinging away (until they call an out, that is).

It’s hard to win a game when the referee is your opponent. Some would stipulate that the only way to win would be to cheat, but let’s hope it doesn’t come to that. Governments should not undermine the people’s morality. That would pretty much defeat the entire point of governments, wouldn’t it?

If you’re noticing a certain disjointed nature to this entry, it is because Liana is still japing away next to me with Shazam. My mind is trying to keep up with my Blog and the conversation. That is not an excuse, mind you, just an explanation. I have given up apologising on my blog. It just irritates the hell out of you and it doesn’t do much for me. I’ve realised I spent too much time doing it, so hereby it’s over.

I don’t want to turn into one of those people that apologises all the time. The kind of person that gets a kick of saying sorry to everybody and everything. It’s like a hobby for them ‘sorry, sorry, righty, sorry about that’. Does that irritate you? True, it doesn’t irritate quite as much as somebody that never apologises, but still, it’s a bloody annoying habit. I would put it up there with flipping turtles on their back over a Bunsen burner and frying eggs on their belly.

Right, well the phone call is over, so I guess this entry of the Blog will be over as well (don’t ask, cause I don’t know).

PS: Hey Huiling and Dashing Boyfriend that got a scholarship by refining my ludicrous ramblings into the valuable juices of knowledge (or DBTGASBRMLRITVJOK for short). Cool to find out that you guys still read my Blog. Give me your addies and I'll try and make sure I read yours as well. I didn't tell a whole heap of people that I was leaving, so don't worry, it wasn't specifically directed at you. Just at 'you people' in general.

posted by Symbol @ 8.1.05