About a couple of weeks ago, I had to share a room with my dad because some distant relatives that are not related to me came to visit Malaysia. (They came from England and this is their first visit to Malaysia.)

Now, I really hate sharing a room with another person. Once a while, its alright but permanently, no way man. Of course, once I get married, thats a different case. A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do.

Among the reasons I dislike sharing a room are :-

• the person who sleeps first always has to leave the lights on for the remaining person. In this case, I sleep first.
• no more walking around in your own room nude.
• no more locking the room doors.
• both roommates must bear with each other's sleeping "disease" or should I say disorders. e.g.: snoring, grinding teeth, moving about in bed, etc etc etc
  

Oh well, I did survive in the end. Thank God it was only my father. On to another story.

About a week ago, I was in the car, on the way home from KLCC. A day filled with aquatic animals seemed to have greatly drained my energy as I was exhausted. I received a phone call from what seemed to be a familiar number. Christine. Tired, I stared at the number for awhile. Then answered.

She asked whether I was at home. The first thing that came to my mind was...... She ran away from home and needed a place to hide in for awhile. =D Well, you can ask my subconcious mind the reason for that thought.

Since I was already nearing home, I said 'yeah, i'm at home'.

Turns out she wanted to give an invitation card to her birthday. Phew. The worst of my thoughts didnt come true.

My cousin's visit has greatly increased my affection for my PS2. I stopped playing PS2 since mid 2005, occasionally playing it a day or so just because I had company of friends or relatives. Recently, I have started playing my PS2 again even without company.

I have finally found my long lost affection for my PS2. Yay.