Strange place

This has got to be the sorriest looking house my family has ever lived in. It looks like it came right out of the seventies. It's old and rundown, and has this um... cold air travelling through it. I forgot what you call those things... oh yeah, draft. It's got a cold draft. It's as if this cold air had legs and is just walking in and out of all the rooms one by one, and when it gets to the last room, it starts all over again.

This town my parents live in is a lot like Putrajaya, which is supposed to mean I would love it. But I haven't ventured outside the house yet because I'm feeling pretty ill. I had a turbulent flight over here from Sydney and when we landed I felt like I was gonna puke. And then when I got to the house, I showered and went to sleep cos I was exhausted. There wasn't really much time to sleep on the plane. Then I woke up a couple of times cos of the draft. Yeah, I'll wake up cold and then it'll get really warm again and then I'll go back to sleep, and then all of a sudden it's cold again, then warm up, and I'll go back to sleep etc, etc.

I'm saddened by the fact that this house is so not taken care of. Maybe it can be pretty. I know that if my friends were to see this house, they'd say it's pretty. They said that about my Putrajaya house too, but I thought it stinks.

Oh ya, this house has a certain damp smell I hate. It's such an old house.

No photos to show yet though...