I don’t like change in environments that I expect to be stable. One of them is my home. Two weeks ago, my mum announced that we’re going to have a family friend coming over from China and staying with us indefinitely as she studies at UNSW. I use “family friend” very loosely because I’ve never heard of her prior to this announcement.

She arrived yesterday. Her name is Sarah, 23 and doesn’t know any English and so will be spending a couple of months doing a language course before starting her University degree. I’m expected to show her around… Sydney, I guess. She seems pretty nice and friendly, and I guess it’s a good opportunity to practice my Cantonese, which currently sucks balls. Since she has no furniture, I was obliged to give up my crafting table to her as well as my bed, though that means I get the spare double bed… whoo!

Next week, my great-aunt and great-uncle will be visiting here for a three week vacation. They’d be living with us for a while, which means I’d have to share a room with my mum and hence have to sleep when my mother does so not to disturb her with my interneting (she’s a light sleeper). The worst part is, I’m definitely expected to show the oldies around, pretend I’m enjoying myself, being friendly etc. Fark. So for the next few weeks, there’s going to be seven people living in my house, three of which I don’t care for at all. Bah humbug.

In other news, this was the Valentine’s Day card I got from Tim (cover and inside; click for a bigger version):

I lol’ed pretty hard when I first read it. The boner reference comes from this Cracked article regarding bad Bond puns, in particular boner reference no.3. I loved how the context of the line ties in with the cover of the card. Also, my 14 year old brother apparently received three red roses from three different girls, two of which he gave away and one that he took home (roses, not the girls). I guess he’s popular with the ladies? O_o