Water droplet of a thought

I have been lazy, as lazy as a blogger can get. Strings of words and images keep bobbing up in my head- about my unconcluded trip to Turkey, my short but memorable stay in Hong Kong, summary of yet another year of trying to build a nest in a foreign and uncompromising habitat... there is so much to write about. But I'm beat, mentally speaking. I'd rather be checking out on Tempang now, despite me being allergic, and at the same time looking out for the mafia cat who might be skulking around shamelessly, stealing Tempang's food, or worse, picking up unmanly fights with him or poor Nahar. Soaking him wet with hard water spray has been my perpetual fixation of late. You may think I'm way too evil to a cat, but wait till you meet Mafia. He brings evil cats to a whole new level.

Until my brain decides to function again...

Kismet and me

Some kind of a too-technical-to-digest warning suddenly appeared on my laptop screen yesterday which could only spell t-r-o-u-b-l-e. True enough, as I restarted the whole thing, all my settings were reset- histories erased, folders missing, diddly Dell wallpaper took over (ok, a bit trivial, but it reappeared each time I switched on the laptop! Grr)... my heart nearly dropped at the thought of losing all my important documents. Eventually, I managed to retrace all my files, but I had no idea how to fix this unheralded mess. The laptop greeted me as if I was a new, foreign user. Sob. Luckily, I'm going home soon (tomorrow my journey starts) and I have the utmost confidence in my father to 'doctor' the whole caboodle. Right, Abah? Hehe.

Almost everyone in my floor has gone back home, including my roommates. Deafening silence gripped the air. Not fun.