Haven’t been here for a while. Someone needs to sweep out the cobwebs.

It’s winter break and I’ve finished downloading aired episodes of Clannad and Clannad After Story. I’ve also downloaded several OSTs that I love.

Nothing is more soothing than intriguing background music.

And never should I pass out the opportunity to drive my roommate nuts by changing my G700 ringtone, day by day.

I shall start preparing for final exam now. After I’m finish with this post, of course.

A bit too late to start a post on life in Egypt, isn’t it?

Not much difficult than life in Malaysia. After all, I’m still living under His care no matter where I am.

The weather’s a little different…

The air’s a little thicker…

The people’s a little harsher…

The traffic’s a little congested…

The language’s a little difficult…

But nothing the optimistic wolf cannot brave through.

Or so I think.

You know, there’s one thing I’ll never be happy about in Egypt. It’s their barbaric electric tariff rate system.

I’d never figure out how much is the rate per unit used, which took a wild turn and confused me till the point of murder.

The last thing I know, I’m fishing out LE650.75 to pay for our building’s and my house’s electric bill. Which is beyond outrageous.

Sigh. It’s not like things will sort itself out by fuming in blogs, eh? I wish they would.

At least, I wish there’s a room for me in a productive two-ways communication over this issue.

Productive communication. Ah, that’s rare, you know.

So far, there’s only one person I could converse over technical issues I’m not familiar with without feeling stupid or inferior.

But if conversing with him is futile, who else could I turn to?

I need to start scouting for reliable person in Egypt. Catalogue them into a brigade, if I must, so that I’ll know who to turn to regardless of issues.

Then, there’s the internet line that needs to be streamlined.

Let’s not forget of the issue over our imarah cleanliness.

Oh, and I kept forgetting to call the electrician to fix the lighting of our imarah.

And there’s the bolt needing replacement.

Imarah sure is bugging me. Is there no one I can ask for help?

I mean, supposedly I’m the ganglion, where all issues come to accumulate. There should be different postganglionic fibres for each issue, right?

Therefore my sanity could still be mine.

There’s five issues altogether. Surely there’s at least five reliable female peers around, right?

Right?

Oh boy. How I wish for the contract to be over soon. I’m looking forward to be moving out from this place.

Imarah is sufficient, even more should I say, in terms of facilities and liveliness. It’s just… I don’t want to do this anymore.

I don’t want to be the person-in-charge anymore. It’s sickening.

I’m not the person to have people walking in front of me. Hell, never would I need people walking behind me.

I just need people walking on my side.