house viewing today was supposed to be 11am. but yeah, both lix and i slept late (separately!) and we had to push the timing back. so here i am, sitting with a bowl of sultana bran crunch and milk at 1.49pm watching a re-run of friends on tv.

my 21st would be in melbourne, and for some weird, illogical (perhaps) and unreasonable reason, there's a real dampener on my spirits. and the 21st is supposed to be a milestone eh? or perhaps, overrated? it'd be so off celebrating it before i go back, i mean that would be a whole month early. hardiharhar..

and i'm still dying to go to taiwan. somehow the inkling, no matter how minute, of me being able to find an alternative path out of my dreary old life is appealing. strangely, very appealing...