so i'm back in perth. i realised as i unpacked and cleaned up the place how much i like staying here in this house. somehow i forgot what it's like to live here when i was back in singapore.

the flight back was a bitch. never had quite an ordeal like it. walked all the way to the end of the departure area to my gate and the security fella there says it's been changed to a gate that's on the other end of the fuckin' place. so everyone has to fuckin' hightail it to the other side and you do realise this is changi airport which is a huge ass place and not perth airport where one push on a skateboard would take you from departures to arrivals. then from the gate, when we finally got through cos there was this line of tired panting people who qualify for "i did changi departure lounge in 10" t-shirts, we had to take a coach to the plane which is sitting out in the middle of nowhere. and so we board real classy and all up one of those staircases on a back of a truck and the plane's air-conditioning is not on. like what gives? then i realise this 223 is not the same 223 i've been taking for the past 2 and 1/2 years. this one's older and shit. then later finally after maybe 45 minutes delay, the plane takes off and the air-conditioning comes on, and it begins to get so cold you'd think frosty the snowman just farted big time. well, anyway, we got here and i had to go through the longest fucking line in customs just to declare 3 packets of sauce while adrian and mindy with more goods to declare than i have sail through other much shorter channels which had practically no line at all.

so hey whatever. anyway, i'm back and the weather's not been a fiery bitch so far so that's good. gots to stock me up some food and stuff. the fridge is empty and cold, much like my heart.

peace out bitches.