I'm back.

I just had a very refreshing 5-day weekend. (Note: My e-mail is still broken... but I'm no longer angered by it.)

No, I did not spend it all in pubs. In fact, I spent a lot of quality time at home.

Now that I have no furniture in my lounge room, except for a crappy IKEA chair which tries to kill me every time I sit in it, I have turned my lounge room into a gym. Well... it's an open space for me to do my humiliating EyeToy Kinetic routines in. And I've re-inflated my punching bag.

This is what my apartment looks like at present:

This is the entry to my apartment. Those are some of my CDs. My beloved bicycle. The fan that I hardly use and need to put away but know that when I put it away, we will have a heatwave. That's my clothes drying horse against the wall. There's the security door intercom thing and my key hook. Notice that my keys aren't on the floor... always a good sign on a weekend.

That's my kitchen. And my 'island' prep bench, which doubles as my junk bench. My DVD collection is underneath, along with some video tapes and my books.

This is my kitchen window where I spy on my neighbours. Also, underneath the Olympic flag (it's the largest 'cloth' I had) is all my DJing equipment. On weekends, I can often be found standing here DJing at the Somerset Street Street Party. I love watching the people walking by looking up to see where the music/noise is coming from. I usually have my blinds at such an angle where they can't see me.