.. So hand me the remote!

I wouldn't say that I'm addicted to Facebook. On the contrary, the Facebook-browsing-rate has greatly gone down (and every sentence I write, I have to wonder whether I've got the grammar correct. It's the stupid other half's MBA examination .. give the rest of us a freaking break) because I hardly write on other people's wall hence no one writes back and hence why I don't have to retaliate. It's a vicious cycle.

If nothing else, Facebook is a real eye-opener, one more push and shove to the reality and I hate it. So, well done Facebook, you've done something right.

People everywhere is the same, once you've caught up with them after a while. They all have this snooty impression that they've changed for the better or the worst and these people wear it like a false sense of achievement. ' Oh no, I'm no longer the old John/Dick/Harry/Jane you used to know, now I drink expensive cocktails. Oh no! I must have my martini! ' Anyway, I'm not sure what exactly I'm complaining about this time.

In order for me to get the Government's youth allowance, our (the family) accountant has suggested that I pretend to live elsewhere hence have to pay for the rent and the food and is in dire need of some government assistance (the payout is actually shit .. then again, this is Government welfare payment- the taxpayers money putting into .. 'good' use). I declined the offer. I will not fake my address to every institution I have to give out my address to just so I can get $40 extra a week.

Yet I've written nothing about my adventures in Dhaka. I never ever get around to it. Not this time, not the last time, not even the time I was sitting on an old dude's lap who wanted a cow that gives infinite milk. Speaking of cows .. Family Guy has pretty cute laughs on cow and milk and milking cows .. etc. (what the hell am I talking about?)

Did I mention I have a laptop now? The router isn't working properly and around 1 AM every night (just last night and tonight actually) the main computer shuts itself down automatically and on the screen appears what my sister calls 'The Blue Screen of Death'. It's quite scary.

Oh how I hate this time difference between countries!