i’ve got a place to live in when i touch down in canberra, but it’s only for a week.

which means i have to arrange for permanent accommodation within that week, or i’m dead meat. it’s a pain in the ass that arranging for housing isn’t anything like online shopping. i can browse through all the potential flats and rooms etc, etc, but it’s impossible to place a deposit on anything across the oceans. i’d gladly do that, even though it’s not a 100% foolproof plan. but at least it calms me down when i know i’ve got a place to live in for a year.

the potential place i’m looking at is like, 10km from school. how long does it take to cycle 10km? 10km is like one-third or one-quarter across singapore, right? that sounds pretty far.

some stupid insurance agent of my dad’s came over to the house to visit him in the afternoon, and that woman must be damn used to ordering her subordinates around. either that or they’ve got a lot of admin girls in the office. i went to the living room where they were all talking upon my mum’s shouts, and that insurance agent had the cheek to pass me a set of documents and said to me, “can you make a copy of this for me?”

bloody hell, i’m her maid ah?! couldn’t she be a little more polite and said please?

i don’t like those kind of people. ack.