This damned visa is taking far toooooo long to process. I'm getting just a little bit fed-up by the day. I 'm really looking forward to leave - whoever said that Africa's uncool (Brangelina's baby was born in Namibia). At least the vaccinations' done and over with. Plus, I've got my malaria tablets already (which I have yet to consume). Apparently, one of the possible side-effects are nightmares and psychological problem. So don't be surprised if I end up in the psychiatric ward in RIPAS.
Received a package containing 3 months' worth of mail from the Dubai office. Oh the pain! The agony! Amongst the pile of bank statements and salary slips...are invitation cards to shop openings - life is soooooo unfair.
Harvey Nicks!! Why-oh-why did it take you so long???
Alas, I have returned to my home land! Bah!
et tu Dolce?
Useless "Soup of the Day": Just read that Erra (or Eera or whatever) and Yusry are (finally) officially getting a divorce. It's about bloody time!! So much for a grand wedding ceremony worthy of Paris and Helen of Troy. The wedding VCD must be worth a lot of money now - uh, right. Pffffft.
Wish I was in Singapore. I miss Singapore. Not even living in Dubai for the past 2 years can cure my longing. Waaaaaaah!!!!!
Next destination: Singapore - says she.
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