God save the Queen('s vagina)

see, i started writing this post a few days ago. i was going to tell you all about how i went to see the Vagina Monologues (hence the title) last Wednesday. how i'd initially planned to see it 5 years ago when it was scheduled to play in KL, until the lovely folks at City Hall put an end to that. how joyful i was to find that it would play in Liverpool - one night only! - and how ecstatic i was to manage to get a ticket to see the show. and about how it was one of the best nights i have had so far, this year.

i also wanted to tell you all about how i went to see Babel. i wanted to say "You MUST see this film!" i wanted to say that this film has made me reaffirm my position on the whole "no more TV" stance i am taking (oh by the way did i mention that as of November 2006 i've voluntarily stopped watching TV for no real reason other than that there is too much shit on TV these days - shit i don't want to be paying £130 a year for).

but here's the thing: there is nothing else on my mind these days except my whole visa situation. it is really stressing me out, though i try not to think about it too much. i look around my room and wonder how to go about packing up and then shipping everything i've accumulated over the past 3 years of my life here. i've complained before about moving from one apartment to another on the other side of town, and now i have to move all the way to the other side of the world. the side of the world that bans things like the Vagina Monologues because it contains "controversial content", no matter how real or relevant it is. i will have to attend a hearing (!!) 2 weeks from now. it scares the shit out of me.

cos goddamn i hate packing.