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Monday, November 14, 2005
Lord I'm coming Home
I've got mixed feelings about moving out. My sister can't wait to move into her new apartment, and I don't blame her - try finding an apartment here that's less than Dhs 30,000! Maybe it's because I was so used to having my siblings around me every day, that I never entertained the thought that one day they would be moving out. My sis and brother have moved on out, and now it's time for my second sis to do the same. Which of course, just leaves me living with Dad and Mum for the time being. My Mum's vision for me is a two-floor villa, so that she and Dad can live upstairs, and I can live downstairs with my wife and 2.5 kids (a la Everybody Loves Raymond). Sweet thought, but that wife part gives me the shivers. Oh and the part about them living above me. Sex would be banned in the house that's for sure.

In other news, I discovered today that IKEA has moved from its beloved location in one of my favorite malls to a location right opposite my old college. I've come to think that IKEA is a must-have for gay people. You're not a certified gay man until you've shopped at IKEA and put up a profile on gaydar. Both of which of course, I have done. So I can kiss this weekend goodbye as my sister will be dragging me there to buy things for her apartment. And it's not that I don't want to go, it's just that I don't want to be dragging a 41kg showcase home like last time (flat-pack my ass!).

N loves her new blog design, which is good...it was terrifying doing the blog of someone so literarily gifted. And yes honey, I love you too. *kiss*


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