poor yati is back home at last. shes feeling happy high and particularly impudent, and has decided to blog as shes waiting for her freshly shampoo-ed hair to dry. shes nursing a slight headache as well after having downed 5 pints of beer and shared 2 bottles of beaujolais earlier in e evening. she realised that the beaujolais red wine has just hit all e bars, restaurants and pubs in paris!! hooray for that wonderful season!! yati sure did enjoy herself today after meeting up with her norwegian fren and having a good chat; even tho it was marred by additional math lessons in e morn and some stupid forum that she had to attend after that. poor yati has to wake up at 0630am almost every damned sat morn to go to school while e rest of e world is still sound asleep. and she wld love to slap every bigot who dares to disparage e french edu system. to those idiots who gallivant in their disillusioned grandeur of supreme anglo-saxon domination: wake up!! shes cramming her deg in two years, and PSC scholars have been exiled back to spore in shame as they couldnt make it here. have u ever heard of anything else other than scholars sweeping the top positions in varsities elsewhere? speaking of waking up, yati wld wriggle her toes when she rouses every morn to see if shes still alive, and then she wld think about how 'sian' it is to have a full tiring day in front of her. but then, her christian sense wld kick in and she wld bless the day that the Lord has made. =)

yati particularly dreads saturdays as thats when she wld be a full-time maid, and being how fussy she is about cleanliness, she takes about an hour to clean a room about 14m^2 in area. its ridiculous she knows, but she cant help but sweep the same spot for 5 mins so that not a single strand of hair/speck of dirt remains. and then she gets down on all fours to wet-wipe stubborn spots. and laundry is another horror for her. yati simply hates e cold because she has to start donning thick jackets and those horrible cumbersome things are just too big and thick when it comes to stuffing it in e miserable hole they call a washing machine. moreover, at lunch in e dining hall, she wld have to remove them and 'hang' it on e back of e chair; and then some big clumsy jackass wld squeeze by from behind and conveniently drag her coat down. she now balks at the thought of hanging her coat, but well, she has no choice unless she wants to look like some blubbered mini whale trying to eat her lunch as elegantly as possible with her coat in e way. she is now on her third jacket already, e first two having dropped on e floor with tiles tts just too disgusting for words. and boy, she dreads e day when she has to do laundry. and oh, the laundry bill tts gonna rise!!

yati had originally planned to blog a nice long post replete with pictures that she had taken over the 3 months here. BUT, her stupid residence has this really annoying internet service provider that auto-disconnects every 45 mins or so. worse still, e firewall is so powerful she cant have a video conversation on msn, nor can she add ppl to her address book as the retarded netnanny (whos probably verging on senility) thinks that its too racy. that is absolutely ridiculous!!! its not as if yati wld wanna search for bangala porn wld she? and to cap it all off, she cant upload pics onto blogger as it seems she has already exceeded e upload limit for e month, even though in actual fact she hasnt even uploaded anything. * faints in maid-like distress* and so, u guys out there cannot see yati the beautiful maiden after all. yea its a pity she knows. fret not, however. yati eagerly awaits the day when she rents her own appartment, and thanks to this wonderful offer by non-retarded commercial ISPs here, she wld have cable tv, broadband, and free calls to fixed lines in countries like spore china, uk, us etc, and all for just a very reasonable sum of 30 euros per month. and then, u guys wld have a blast of a time when she becomes a full-blown camwhore.

yati wld also like to take this opportunity to thank all of her frenz who remembered her birthday. those wonderful memories of lazing around on e grass patch behind orchard mrt, and running for shelter shld there be sudden inclement weather..aww.. they do really pay off. and oh, the occasional jaunts on sundays (when mam is feeling particularly benevolent and grants her a day off) with her fellow maidens at her favourite haunt, lucky plaza. yes.. yati is very touched indeed and waves a big hi to all of her maidens out there, and asks of them to patiently await her return next summer. she cant promise souvenirs for everyone as she has to remit part of her salary faithfully back home every month so that her son can play with proper toys instead of rusted tin cans.. but, she has good faith that her return alone wld suffice.

in later news, yati was terribly upset last week as she was no longer the top in her group for colles ( the stressful oral tests in grps of 3 in front of a board with a prof). she has been leading e pack since september, but last wk was an exception. oh, the anguish, and the abject disappointment was just too hard for poor yati to bear. she had no mood to cook that evening and so had to content with just a bowl of instant noodles. yati is however, ever gleeful now as she has regained her rightful position this wk; and she aims for fairer shores, e latter being aplenty in this microcosm of a class, where there exists quite a handful of pure geniuses, some of whom are only 16 yrs old but skipped 2 yrs of sch. in all frankness, yati thinks that these ppl ought to banished elsewhere.

its late, and yati's beat. also, the alcohol's breaking down fast and yati realises that even tho she blogs in good jest, she might inevitably offend some ppl with some of her mindless drivel. still, she couldnt care less. HMPF. shes off to catch up on some beauty sleep now.