So AH & his mom fetched me from office this morning. We checked out the walkinselection thingy. We were like the 4900th couple who walked in since application opened last week, and the whole thing was one on a first come first served basis.

With only 1000 units available, you do the math. What are our chances? Our forms are still halfway filled up, & we're still deciding whether or not to apply. I say, don't. Save the admin task of picking up & tossing the application into the shredder. Hehe.

A house. A home. A place of our own. Hey, we did own one of our own for 3 years right? OK, maybe that didn't really count, coz we rented a place of our own for 3 years. Sighs, you're right, AH, last time the stress was about finding the perfect rental place; now the quest is to find our own(ed) home.

Do you know, AH, that I feel quite guilty? I've got this gnawing feeling that I'm the root of your troubles. (But of course, I won't forget your furniture issue too quickly. Ho ho ho!).

Sometimes I wished I wasn't living in this neighbourhood. Sometimes I wished I was living at Bt Merah, or maybe Jurong, or perhaps Hougang. Somewhere common, somewhere more affordable.

And I strongly believe that in every couple, one'll be the optimist, and the other will be the pessimist. Doesn't take a genius to figure out which role I play. Pessimism is an innate trait in me. And being in this line, I really put finances first - I've seen too many families wrecked by finances, or the lack of it, more like it.

Of course I'd love our own place. It'll be fun, just like ol' times. Worse come to worse, we'll just get a flat in Pungggol k? I mean, the houses there look really pretty. I love pretty homes.

I'll remember this day. My virgin trip into HDB with the intention to actually enquire about owning a flat. And it was my virgin trip to another flat. A lovely one.

Talk soon, AH. :)