as i type this post, sitting at my dining table in the dining room, the air is filled with the jibber jabber of an old lady. it comes from beyond the wall and seems to be bahasa indonesia/melayu. i understand from my parents that i have an odd old lady with an equally odd grown up adult son as neighbours.
the old lady is wheelchair bound. i'm wondering how long before the maid decides enough is enough and decides to see whether wheelchairs have air bags. the son likes to tape record our dinner conversations. he thinks we can't see his hand arched over the wall. holding a tape recorder. ISA spy material he is not.
oh. i realised that i generated a lot of traffic on my own blog, by trying to edit stuff and reloading the pages. hur. i are cleber.
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