How many of you remember Elliott Yamin from last season's American Idol? Siokkwan, remember him?
Cute pic. The top four from last season. Elliott, Taylor, Katharine and Chris.
I was rooting for Chris and Elliott all the way. Shucks. Neither of 'em won. You know, the person I root for NEVER wins American Idol. Ever. I definitely was NOT rooting for Fantasia. I liked Carrie, but preferred Bo (but Anthony Fedorov was shoooooo cuuuuute). And then in Season 5, Taylor won. Darn. How did that happen?
Anyway, while the other Idol contestants from his season came out with albums, Elliott sat in the sidelines, apparently waiting for record companies to sign him. I, personally do not understand how he was not snapped up immediately. I love that Chris was signed almost immediately, but Elliott should've been too! If Kellie Pickler can get a record deal, so can he.
Come on. He's such a genuine, sweet guy. I'm saying this like I know him personally, but how could you watch Idol and not like him? He and his mother seem like the sweetest people ever. I cried like a little baby when he got voted out. Because there's just something in him that makes you see that he wants it so bad. The passion, the love for singing, the awe that America voted him that far, it's all so evident.
Aww.
Why is it that he can post like that and not look lala?
Debut album!
But anyway, that isn't the point. The point is, he FINALLY has a record album out. And I love his voice. It just has that silky-yet-raspy (although don't ask me how that is possible) quality to it.
Elliott and his new song, 'Wait For You'. Go listen!
*Wendy melts away into a little gooey puddle* Guhhhhhhhhhh.
Psst, Elliott! You need a haircut though. Just sayin'. Look at how much better your hair used to look.
And since I'm on the topic of Idol, lemme gush somemore about Chris Daughtry. Happy sigh.
Chris Daughtry. OMG. I think this was when he sang that Bryan Adams song. *melts somemore*
How is it that this guy finished fourth on Idol is still beyond me. He has everything it takes to be an American Idol. The entire package. The look, the voice, the talent. Everrrrrything.
But maybe it's better for him that he didn't win. Who knows what the producers would've done to him? They may have manufactured him into some bubble-gum pop tearin'-up-my-heart dancing guy. Which is very shudder-inducing. Yes, he would have made the Idol single his own, and made it awesome in his own right, but do you really want to hear him sing Taylor's 'Do I Make You Proud'? Cheese-fest.
Chris' It's Not Over. Have to say I prefer this video over Elliott's debut. Hey, does that girl in the video look like Theresa from the O.C. to you guys? Also, umm, hellooooo leather pants.
What makes me happier than just Elliott or just Chris?
.
.
.
Chris AND Elliott singing together! :D *squees like a little fangirl*
The both of them giving a Nickelback song some love.
Gah. Duets are love. And yes, you all probably already know how I feel about guys and guitars now. :P
And since I'm posting pictures...
Wackiness.
Doesn't it make you happy to know that you're not the only camwhores in the world? Lol. Hee. They're so adorable.
More hamming it up for the cam.
Don't you just love pic-spams? Not if you're on dial-up, but still. :D
This is what happens when I'm all the way here without MTV or Channel [V] and when Youtube is my only source of music videos. Layan a bit lah.
In other news - presentation for Money and Caps went okay today. Phew.
Lol. Am I the only one who finds it so funny that I love my reality tv and can ramble on about it for so long and only have one line to write about my day? HEH.
Till then, I love you all long time. =)
Cute pic. The top four from last season. Elliott, Taylor, Katharine and Chris.
I was rooting for Chris and Elliott all the way. Shucks. Neither of 'em won. You know, the person I root for NEVER wins American Idol. Ever. I definitely was NOT rooting for Fantasia. I liked Carrie, but preferred Bo (but Anthony Fedorov was shoooooo cuuuuute). And then in Season 5, Taylor won. Darn. How did that happen?
Anyway, while the other Idol contestants from his season came out with albums, Elliott sat in the sidelines, apparently waiting for record companies to sign him. I, personally do not understand how he was not snapped up immediately. I love that Chris was signed almost immediately, but Elliott should've been too! If Kellie Pickler can get a record deal, so can he.
Come on. He's such a genuine, sweet guy. I'm saying this like I know him personally, but how could you watch Idol and not like him? He and his mother seem like the sweetest people ever. I cried like a little baby when he got voted out. Because there's just something in him that makes you see that he wants it so bad. The passion, the love for singing, the awe that America voted him that far, it's all so evident.
Aww.
Why is it that he can post like that and not look lala?
Debut album!
But anyway, that isn't the point. The point is, he FINALLY has a record album out. And I love his voice. It just has that silky-yet-raspy (although don't ask me how that is possible) quality to it.
Elliott and his new song, 'Wait For You'. Go listen!
*Wendy melts away into a little gooey puddle* Guhhhhhhhhhh.
Psst, Elliott! You need a haircut though. Just sayin'. Look at how much better your hair used to look.
And since I'm on the topic of Idol, lemme gush somemore about Chris Daughtry. Happy sigh.
Chris Daughtry. OMG. I think this was when he sang that Bryan Adams song. *melts somemore*
How is it that this guy finished fourth on Idol is still beyond me. He has everything it takes to be an American Idol. The entire package. The look, the voice, the talent. Everrrrrything.
But maybe it's better for him that he didn't win. Who knows what the producers would've done to him? They may have manufactured him into some bubble-gum pop tearin'-up-my-heart dancing guy. Which is very shudder-inducing. Yes, he would have made the Idol single his own, and made it awesome in his own right, but do you really want to hear him sing Taylor's 'Do I Make You Proud'? Cheese-fest.
Chris' It's Not Over. Have to say I prefer this video over Elliott's debut. Hey, does that girl in the video look like Theresa from the O.C. to you guys? Also, umm, hellooooo leather pants.
What makes me happier than just Elliott or just Chris?
.
.
.
Chris AND Elliott singing together! :D *squees like a little fangirl*
The both of them giving a Nickelback song some love.
Gah. Duets are love. And yes, you all probably already know how I feel about guys and guitars now. :P
And since I'm posting pictures...
Wackiness.
Doesn't it make you happy to know that you're not the only camwhores in the world? Lol. Hee. They're so adorable.
More hamming it up for the cam.
Don't you just love pic-spams? Not if you're on dial-up, but still. :D
This is what happens when I'm all the way here without MTV or Channel [V] and when Youtube is my only source of music videos. Layan a bit lah.
In other news - presentation for Money and Caps went okay today. Phew.
Lol. Am I the only one who finds it so funny that I love my reality tv and can ramble on about it for so long and only have one line to write about my day? HEH.
Till then, I love you all long time. =)
You know, back when I was doing temp work as a telemarketer, I kept on telling myself that studying was so much more fun. Going to work was such a drag sometimes. My brothers, sister, sis-in-laws, everyone else who has left the school benches and the uni lockers behind them to enter the working world, has told me the exact same thing.
"Enjoy your schooling life. You will wish you could go back once you graduate."
Then how come right now, when I have to start studying, and present some thingy on banks tomorrow, I feel differently? Urgh. Right now, I can't wait till I put on that large robe which looks like a garbage bag, toss on a square hat on my head and take some super cheesy photo with a super cheesy smile holding a scroll with a red ribbon. Work seems a lot more fun.
It's a lose-lose situation. The conclusion? Don't do either.
HEH. If only I was a gazillion-billionaire.
*dreams and falls down hard on my butt*
Human nature's a funny thing. You always want what you can't have, no?
In non-related news: I wantttttttttttt the SE Z610i. :D So pweettty.
"Enjoy your schooling life. You will wish you could go back once you graduate."
Then how come right now, when I have to start studying, and present some thingy on banks tomorrow, I feel differently? Urgh. Right now, I can't wait till I put on that large robe which looks like a garbage bag, toss on a square hat on my head and take some super cheesy photo with a super cheesy smile holding a scroll with a red ribbon. Work seems a lot more fun.
It's a lose-lose situation. The conclusion? Don't do either.
HEH. If only I was a gazillion-billionaire.
*dreams and falls down hard on my butt*
Human nature's a funny thing. You always want what you can't have, no?
In non-related news: I wantttttttttttt the SE Z610i. :D So pweettty.
Daylight savings is oh-vahhhh. Or has it occured? *is blonde*
But anyway, that part doesn't matter. What matters is that now, I am only two hours ahead of the fam and pals in Malaysia.
Hee, that also means that I've just gained an extra hour in the day to finish laundry and my Money and Caps presentation for Tuesday. I have procrastinated like never before. Okay, so maybe I have, but that loses the drama effect. :P
Must run to make use of the extra hour. Much love. =)
But anyway, that part doesn't matter. What matters is that now, I am only two hours ahead of the fam and pals in Malaysia.
Hee, that also means that I've just gained an extra hour in the day to finish laundry and my Money and Caps presentation for Tuesday. I have procrastinated like never before. Okay, so maybe I have, but that loses the drama effect. :P
Must run to make use of the extra hour. Much love. =)
The Internet is co-operating today. It's not up to optimum speed, but it's being slightly better today. So, random thoughts, here we come.
It is damn bloody hot today. Omg. You would think I would be completely used to the heat, being a Malaysian and all, but it is crazily unbearable today.
I think I'm going to melt soon, and that my clothes drying in the backyard will soon start a bonfire. It is THAT hot.
I miss fans and air-cons and my house's marble floor downstairs, where no matter how hot it was outside, it would still be cold. :(
HOT. It was so effing cold on Tuesday and I was in shorts and five minutes into the walk to class, it RAINED. And now, just a few days later, it is hotter than Malaysia.
I swear, the weather here PMS-es very regularly.
*
Eve, a.k.a. the Tai Soh, told me that she sold the Honda Civic. *throws a tantrum*
The super sexy black Honda Civic which all the guys, without fail, drool over everytime they come to my house. Which she said she would keep for me to drive when I came back.
SOLD. SOLD. How cannnnnnnnnn?
Bye bye, Honda Civic. It was fun while it lasted. :'(
*
Looks can be deceiving. Do not judge a book by it's cover. Nothing is ever what it seems.
And... I am a bigger bitch than you think I can be. Do NOT push my buttons. Friends back home can vouch for this.
*
YAY, going to go see Ching tonight! Gone are the days when I could just pop next door. So it's to the Melb Uni night market first, with Serena and the rest, and then over to Ching's place. *is excited*
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Do you all find Patrick Dempsey-slash-Dr. Derek Shepherd-slash-McDreamy on Grey's Anatomy hot? I... am kinda mehhh about him. I was watching Entertainment Tonight on our crappy, fuzzy tv yesterday and apparently he topped their list of sexiest men on TV.
Dr. McDreamy.
I mean, he's ooooooookay.
But I can probably list you five actors off the top of my head who are sexier than he is.
Justin Chambers who plays Alex Karev, also on Grey's.
Give me Dr. Alex Karev anyday.
*
I cooked spaghetti last night. :D
And the night before, we had lemongrass chicken and stir-fried veggies.
It was too good, that I didn't have any time to take any pictures. :D
*
I have Money and Capital Markets presentation next week. And it's so hot that I can't even bring myself to open the textbook. How is anyone expected to STUDY in this heat?
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Random new song recommendations:
Landon Pigg - Great Companion
Stefy - Orange County
Youngbloodz - Imma Shine
The Arcade Fire - Rebellion (Lies)
The Spill Canvas - Sunsets and Car Crashes
Secondhand Serenade - Awake
Anything by Chris Daughtry :P
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Some of you might remember that I used to write for the school mag and the college mag.Some of you Sharm might remember that I used to write fics. Hee. Some of you will also probably remember me wanting to be a journalist before I chose business and commerce.
The point is, I used to love writing. But now, I can just open up a posting window in Blogger and stare at it for ages, the blinking cursor mocking me.
Have I lost what little flair I once possessed for writing? Stringing words into sentences that do not sound like they have been written by a ten-year-old seems like a chore sometimes. I sent in an application for a spot on the student union committee, which I probably won't get anyway, and just answering 'Do you have any previous experience in student representation?' took me a whole twenty minutes.
Inspiration for little stories used to come to me, but it doesn't visit anymore.
Inspiration has forgotten all about me. :(
*
Evermore performed at the Australian GP last weekend. John Mayer is coming in April. Ben Kweller is performing soon, I think. Nikola Sarcevic just played a couple of weeks ago. and according to Cath, Rachael Yamagata will be in Singapore soon. Okay, not that it really affects me in any way since I'm all the way here, but I just wanted to throw in that little fact. Lol.
So many musical acts, so little money.
I am broke. POKAI. Empty-walleted.
Why oh why, did I go buy those two dresses?
My little voice in my head says: Because they are really pretty and you will be kicking yourself if you don't buy them.
I hate you, little voice in my head who justifies shopping.
*
That's enough random-ness for the time-being, no? :) Send my love to everyone, guys.
Edit: Spoke too soon; the Internet is now misbehaving again. Bluek.
It is damn bloody hot today. Omg. You would think I would be completely used to the heat, being a Malaysian and all, but it is crazily unbearable today.
I think I'm going to melt soon, and that my clothes drying in the backyard will soon start a bonfire. It is THAT hot.
I miss fans and air-cons and my house's marble floor downstairs, where no matter how hot it was outside, it would still be cold. :(
HOT. It was so effing cold on Tuesday and I was in shorts and five minutes into the walk to class, it RAINED. And now, just a few days later, it is hotter than Malaysia.
I swear, the weather here PMS-es very regularly.
*
Eve, a.k.a. the Tai Soh, told me that she sold the Honda Civic. *throws a tantrum*
The super sexy black Honda Civic which all the guys, without fail, drool over everytime they come to my house. Which she said she would keep for me to drive when I came back.
SOLD. SOLD. How cannnnnnnnnn?
Bye bye, Honda Civic. It was fun while it lasted. :'(
*
Looks can be deceiving. Do not judge a book by it's cover. Nothing is ever what it seems.
And... I am a bigger bitch than you think I can be. Do NOT push my buttons. Friends back home can vouch for this.
*
YAY, going to go see Ching tonight! Gone are the days when I could just pop next door. So it's to the Melb Uni night market first, with Serena and the rest, and then over to Ching's place. *is excited*
*
Do you all find Patrick Dempsey-slash-Dr. Derek Shepherd-slash-McDreamy on Grey's Anatomy hot? I... am kinda mehhh about him. I was watching Entertainment Tonight on our crappy, fuzzy tv yesterday and apparently he topped their list of sexiest men on TV.
Dr. McDreamy.
I mean, he's ooooooookay.
But I can probably list you five actors off the top of my head who are sexier than he is.
Justin Chambers who plays Alex Karev, also on Grey's.
Give me Dr. Alex Karev anyday.
*
I cooked spaghetti last night. :D
And the night before, we had lemongrass chicken and stir-fried veggies.
It was too good, that I didn't have any time to take any pictures. :D
*
I have Money and Capital Markets presentation next week. And it's so hot that I can't even bring myself to open the textbook. How is anyone expected to STUDY in this heat?
*
Random new song recommendations:
Landon Pigg - Great Companion
Stefy - Orange County
Youngbloodz - Imma Shine
The Arcade Fire - Rebellion (Lies)
The Spill Canvas - Sunsets and Car Crashes
Secondhand Serenade - Awake
Anything by Chris Daughtry :P
*
Some of you might remember that I used to write for the school mag and the college mag.
The point is, I used to love writing. But now, I can just open up a posting window in Blogger and stare at it for ages, the blinking cursor mocking me.
Have I lost what little flair I once possessed for writing? Stringing words into sentences that do not sound like they have been written by a ten-year-old seems like a chore sometimes. I sent in an application for a spot on the student union committee, which I probably won't get anyway, and just answering 'Do you have any previous experience in student representation?' took me a whole twenty minutes.
Inspiration for little stories used to come to me, but it doesn't visit anymore.
Inspiration has forgotten all about me. :(
*
Evermore performed at the Australian GP last weekend. John Mayer is coming in April. Ben Kweller is performing soon, I think. Nikola Sarcevic just played a couple of weeks ago. and according to Cath, Rachael Yamagata will be in Singapore soon. Okay, not that it really affects me in any way since I'm all the way here, but I just wanted to throw in that little fact. Lol.
So many musical acts, so little money.
I am broke. POKAI. Empty-walleted.
Why oh why, did I go buy those two dresses?
My little voice in my head says: Because they are really pretty and you will be kicking yourself if you don't buy them.
I hate you, little voice in my head who justifies shopping.
*
That's enough random-ness for the time-being, no? :) Send my love to everyone, guys.
Edit: Spoke too soon; the Internet is now misbehaving again. Bluek.
I want to install Photoshop on this laptop but it won't let me. Roarrrr. My brother installed a whole truckload of funny anti-virus nonsense and I think it's blocking my Photoshop from installing and I don't know how to undo it! I need Photoshop. :(
ROAR.
And because I don't have Photoshop, I can't resize my pictures properly and I can't change my blog layout because I'm so sick of this one.
ROAR.
And the donkey Internet has been so sloooooooooooow recently.
ROAR.
And as a result of that, I cannot download the first episoes of all the new shows that I've been hearing so much about. The Black Donnelly's, Friday Night Lights, October Road (because Bryan Greenberg is in it and he is oh-so-fine, and because he is Jake on OTH and he left and I miss him =p), Studio 60, Ugly Betty. How?
DOUBLE ROARRRR.
In other unroar-ing news, Aaron turns the big two-oh today! Happy birthday, Aaron! And Erica turns 19! Happy birthday to you too woman =)
ROAR.
And because I don't have Photoshop, I can't resize my pictures properly and I can't change my blog layout because I'm so sick of this one.
ROAR.
And the donkey Internet has been so sloooooooooooow recently.
ROAR.
And as a result of that, I cannot download the first episoes of all the new shows that I've been hearing so much about. The Black Donnelly's, Friday Night Lights, October Road (because Bryan Greenberg is in it and he is oh-so-fine, and because he is Jake on OTH and he left and I miss him =p), Studio 60, Ugly Betty. How?
DOUBLE ROARRRR.
In other unroar-ing news, Aaron turns the big two-oh today! Happy birthday, Aaron! And Erica turns 19! Happy birthday to you too woman =)
...but still not quite.
You know what I mean. This room, this house, will never be home. But right now, after I have Wendy-nised my room, it is feeling more like home. Just that it will never be home.
I went to buy my linens yesterday, finally. Hee. Spent a whole shitload of money, but yeah, it was a necessity, and Papa did tell me to spend on necessities, and well, Monash did bank in my AUD2000 travel grant already. :P
We went clubbing on Friday night, which was the night before, and G-Mun and Quinnie stayed over at our place after that, so G-Mun drove Quinnie, Serena and I there the next morn because we all needed to get things.
Clubbing was boring. We went to this club called Amber, on... Lonsdale Street, I think? Yeah, anyway, it wasn't intentional. Quinnie, Serena and I were shopping in the city (I bought two gorgeous dresses, shh!) on Friday afternoon, and so it happened, Maria, this girl whom I met from the house party, texted me to tell me that there was gonna be a Monash Exchange pub crawl that night.
A pub crawl, seems to be very much part of their culture here. Pub crawl, or sometimes also known as booze cruise. You meet up in one pub, and then just basically make your way from pub to pub. Monash Exchange Club, or Monex, planned this bar crawl on Friday night, which was what Maria told me about.
I wanted to go, and hee, the rest wanted to go with me too, so we left for dinner in the city first. YK, Aaron, and a bunch of others met us after dinner, and we were already late for the pub crawl. We made our way to the second pub on their itinery, but by that time, it was so difficult to find the other exchange students, the bar was crowded, and besides, most of them who came with us weren't exchange students, so the rest of us decided to split and to find our own bar.
Jasmine, Kai Han's friend, led the way around the streets, and we ended up at Amber. Caryn came too. Finally, first club in Australia. It was interesting, though, because we had clubbing virgins with us, hee. It's always interesting to see people's first experience of a club.
The inside was okay, they had pretty lights that reminded me of Maison's. But we were early, and the crowd wasn't there, and the music SUCKED bad. Ick. I can't believe I'm actually missing DJ Goldfish and t-Bone. That's how bad it was. Just as the music started picking up a little, we had to leave because the last train leaves at 1.04 a.m. WTF. I have never left a club so early in my life before.
We ran like MAD to catch the train from Flinders, which was like what, maybe two streets away? Omg. The ten of us were literally running across the streets and to the platform, and just as the last person stepped into the train, the doors closed and the train started moving. Talk about timing!
So yeah, both of them stayed over and the four of us went to Ikea, which is in Victoria Gardens Shopping Centre in Richmond, after everyone woke up. Which wasn't thaaaaat early, lol.
Got all my necessities - laundry bag, mouse pad, rug. But what I really needed was my sheets and quilt and quilt cover. I've been sleeping on a bedsheet-less bed for over a week before yesterday night. It's because it's a double bed, so none of the sheets the landlady left fit, and I didn't want to just buy any lousy bedsheet from Coles (which is equivalent to Malaysia's Tesco), so I wanted to wait till we went to Ikea. But so disppointing, I tell you. Their quilt covers were all seriously ugh-ly.
Went over to K-mart (which is a departmental store, way better than Jusco, though) to look for quilt covers in a rush because it was already 5:40 and they closed at 6. Yes, shops here close crazy early. No such thing as malls opening till 10 pm. Shops close at 5 normally, and 9 only on Fridays. Imagine that.
But yay, I finally have my sheets and warm wool quilt and pretty Hawaiian looking quilt cover. Heh, Adam will have nothing to complain about the next time he comes to visit from Frankston. So many complaints and he wasn't even sleeping in my bed, just sitting. -_-"
Aaaah, had such a good night's sleep last night in the newness of it all.
Preeeeeeeeeeeetty.
I have ceiling to floor mirrors. =P
So yeah, it's beginning to feel more like home because I have all this stuff which I personally chose and bought in my room. I have linens, my icky uni books, collage of photos of family and friends (Siokkwan, I chose the pretty pictures of you like you requested in case any new friends come into my room :P), so it's comfy and home-like.
Again, it will never quite be home. Because there are no gregarious toddlers coming in and out of my room jumping on my bed, no mum and dad rapping on my door, complaining about my constant need to lock the door, no chi muis lazing around on my bed gossiping, no rumbly air-con noises. Little things like that.
I am odd, am I not?
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It was the Australian GP today! Gahhhh. F1 is back! And I can have my sports dosage back. I am so behind in EPL news that it's pathetic. I miss Man Utd. I miss Gary running down the right flank. All they care about here is their Australian football, which is like a weird cross between soccer and rugby. I tried watching it once and I don't understand it, eesh. So anyway, because Mark Webber's Australian, they will definitely broadcast the races here, so thank god for that.
Although, the teevee is seriously crappy and fuzzy and lousy. Sigh. But well, Kimi was on pole, how could I not watch? Perfect race, dude. Gah. He WON. Take that, Fernando Alonso. *sticks tongue out*
It's weird to be supporting someone who drives for Ferrari though. I've always been a McLaren fan since the days of Mika Hakkinen and then it worked out perfectly when Kimi went over to McLaren after Hakkinen left. But now... you have Alonso polluting the shiny-ness of the McLaren team. Even worse, his face has been plastered all over billboards in Australia because Vodafone sponsors McLaren this year. He just doesn't fit the McLaren team. Ick. :( Which is such a shame, because the other McL driver, Lewis Hamilton is one superb rookie. Third place on his freaking F1 debut. WHOA.
That's how fuzzy the tv is. But s'okay, Kimi makes fuzzy look good.
The Flying Finn is back and I am seriously one happy girl.
Just ask Serena, I was happily mopping the floor after Kimi won. Lol.
*
Yao, who's our other housemate from China (who btw, is doing her Masters in Commercial Law. Respect.) cooked Serena and I dinner tonight. She's super sweet. And a good cook. Yum.
Good food.
I know I have a lot of updates to catch up on and I'm working on it. I shall resolve not to be a lazy blogger while I'm here.
Ta, people! Leave me a msg on the chatterbox, kay?
Oh yeah, and it's getting colder. Brrr. You people probably think I'm crazy, but I actually like standing in the sun now somedays because it's warm.
You know what I mean. This room, this house, will never be home. But right now, after I have Wendy-nised my room, it is feeling more like home. Just that it will never be home.
I went to buy my linens yesterday, finally. Hee. Spent a whole shitload of money, but yeah, it was a necessity, and Papa did tell me to spend on necessities, and well, Monash did bank in my AUD2000 travel grant already. :P
We went clubbing on Friday night, which was the night before, and G-Mun and Quinnie stayed over at our place after that, so G-Mun drove Quinnie, Serena and I there the next morn because we all needed to get things.
Clubbing was boring. We went to this club called Amber, on... Lonsdale Street, I think? Yeah, anyway, it wasn't intentional. Quinnie, Serena and I were shopping in the city (I bought two gorgeous dresses, shh!) on Friday afternoon, and so it happened, Maria, this girl whom I met from the house party, texted me to tell me that there was gonna be a Monash Exchange pub crawl that night.
A pub crawl, seems to be very much part of their culture here. Pub crawl, or sometimes also known as booze cruise. You meet up in one pub, and then just basically make your way from pub to pub. Monash Exchange Club, or Monex, planned this bar crawl on Friday night, which was what Maria told me about.
I wanted to go, and hee, the rest wanted to go with me too, so we left for dinner in the city first. YK, Aaron, and a bunch of others met us after dinner, and we were already late for the pub crawl. We made our way to the second pub on their itinery, but by that time, it was so difficult to find the other exchange students, the bar was crowded, and besides, most of them who came with us weren't exchange students, so the rest of us decided to split and to find our own bar.
Jasmine, Kai Han's friend, led the way around the streets, and we ended up at Amber. Caryn came too. Finally, first club in Australia. It was interesting, though, because we had clubbing virgins with us, hee. It's always interesting to see people's first experience of a club.
The inside was okay, they had pretty lights that reminded me of Maison's. But we were early, and the crowd wasn't there, and the music SUCKED bad. Ick. I can't believe I'm actually missing DJ Goldfish and t-Bone. That's how bad it was. Just as the music started picking up a little, we had to leave because the last train leaves at 1.04 a.m. WTF. I have never left a club so early in my life before.
We ran like MAD to catch the train from Flinders, which was like what, maybe two streets away? Omg. The ten of us were literally running across the streets and to the platform, and just as the last person stepped into the train, the doors closed and the train started moving. Talk about timing!
So yeah, both of them stayed over and the four of us went to Ikea, which is in Victoria Gardens Shopping Centre in Richmond, after everyone woke up. Which wasn't thaaaaat early, lol.
Got all my necessities - laundry bag, mouse pad, rug. But what I really needed was my sheets and quilt and quilt cover. I've been sleeping on a bedsheet-less bed for over a week before yesterday night. It's because it's a double bed, so none of the sheets the landlady left fit, and I didn't want to just buy any lousy bedsheet from Coles (which is equivalent to Malaysia's Tesco), so I wanted to wait till we went to Ikea. But so disppointing, I tell you. Their quilt covers were all seriously ugh-ly.
Went over to K-mart (which is a departmental store, way better than Jusco, though) to look for quilt covers in a rush because it was already 5:40 and they closed at 6. Yes, shops here close crazy early. No such thing as malls opening till 10 pm. Shops close at 5 normally, and 9 only on Fridays. Imagine that.
But yay, I finally have my sheets and warm wool quilt and pretty Hawaiian looking quilt cover. Heh, Adam will have nothing to complain about the next time he comes to visit from Frankston. So many complaints and he wasn't even sleeping in my bed, just sitting. -_-"
Aaaah, had such a good night's sleep last night in the newness of it all.
Preeeeeeeeeeeetty.
I have ceiling to floor mirrors. =P
So yeah, it's beginning to feel more like home because I have all this stuff which I personally chose and bought in my room. I have linens, my icky uni books, collage of photos of family and friends (Siokkwan, I chose the pretty pictures of you like you requested in case any new friends come into my room :P), so it's comfy and home-like.
Again, it will never quite be home. Because there are no gregarious toddlers coming in and out of my room jumping on my bed, no mum and dad rapping on my door, complaining about my constant need to lock the door, no chi muis lazing around on my bed gossiping, no rumbly air-con noises. Little things like that.
I am odd, am I not?
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It was the Australian GP today! Gahhhh. F1 is back! And I can have my sports dosage back. I am so behind in EPL news that it's pathetic. I miss Man Utd. I miss Gary running down the right flank. All they care about here is their Australian football, which is like a weird cross between soccer and rugby. I tried watching it once and I don't understand it, eesh. So anyway, because Mark Webber's Australian, they will definitely broadcast the races here, so thank god for that.
Although, the teevee is seriously crappy and fuzzy and lousy. Sigh. But well, Kimi was on pole, how could I not watch? Perfect race, dude. Gah. He WON. Take that, Fernando Alonso. *sticks tongue out*
It's weird to be supporting someone who drives for Ferrari though. I've always been a McLaren fan since the days of Mika Hakkinen and then it worked out perfectly when Kimi went over to McLaren after Hakkinen left. But now... you have Alonso polluting the shiny-ness of the McLaren team. Even worse, his face has been plastered all over billboards in Australia because Vodafone sponsors McLaren this year. He just doesn't fit the McLaren team. Ick. :( Which is such a shame, because the other McL driver, Lewis Hamilton is one superb rookie. Third place on his freaking F1 debut. WHOA.
That's how fuzzy the tv is. But s'okay, Kimi makes fuzzy look good.
The Flying Finn is back and I am seriously one happy girl.
Just ask Serena, I was happily mopping the floor after Kimi won. Lol.
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Yao, who's our other housemate from China (who btw, is doing her Masters in Commercial Law. Respect.) cooked Serena and I dinner tonight. She's super sweet. And a good cook. Yum.
Good food.
I know I have a lot of updates to catch up on and I'm working on it. I shall resolve not to be a lazy blogger while I'm here.
Ta, people! Leave me a msg on the chatterbox, kay?
Oh yeah, and it's getting colder. Brrr. You people probably think I'm crazy, but I actually like standing in the sun now somedays because it's warm.
...was probably one of the hardest things I've ever had to do in my life. It's been quite awhile, but I'd still like to blog on it. I know I'm going to be all kinds of emotional while typing this all out, but I'd still like to do it. Regardless. So I can look back and remember it all. But that's really the point of blogging, no?
I was in Singapore for Gong Gong's funeral till Tuesday afternoon, and then we rushed back to PJ. Stopped by in Negeri Sembilan for dinner at one of the Chinese restaurants there. My dad said it was kind of my farewell dinner with my entire family, so he let me choose my favourite dishes. Aww. He doesn't say it because that generation of fathers don't usually, but I know he really really loves me. As do I.
We had sweet and sour pork, and kangkung belacan. My choice. Yum.
Dinner was good. And I was fighting back tears. It had been a long, hard day. I had been crying since the early morning, since the funeral parade, and the cremation parlour, and then the dinner. If I had managed to make it back to PJ that night, it would have been more tears, because Ching left that night, and I would have cried even more at the airport, even though we're leaving to the same place. Don't laugh at my crying habits lahhhh.
It's not possible for my tear ducts to dry up.
ANYWAYS. Yeah, came back and went over to Ching's house where they went back to after sending her off because Ming needed me to bring a USB cable for her, and because they needed to fetch Emily home too. It was strange, you know, to be sitting around on the couch in Ching's house, without her there.
Mary, Nick and Ming left to Murni's while Siokkwan, Jo and I left to have what would be one of the funniest nights we've had in a long time. I seriously have not laughed like that in ages. The three of us got into the car and literally, and I mean literally exploded with laughter till our sides almost split. Remember the Li Chun/De Shun debacle? You can read it in all of it's embarassing glory here.
Wednesday was spent packing, packing and packing. I hate packing. DESPISE. I am the kind of wishy-washy person who likes to bring anything because "I might need it when I'm there". When Ching and I went to India last year, we were told it was winter, and I still brought one of my skirts because "I might need it when I'm there".
*glares at laughing people*
Whaaaaaaaaat? Who knows, right. Better safe than sorry. :P
Went to the Digital Mall with Sioki and her classmates to get my last minute computer stuff - mouse for laptop, empty CDs, things like that. Sioki and I came back to hang out in my messy, stuff-strewn-all-over-the-place-because-I'm-packing room for one last time. Us girls, we've hung out in my room so often over the past few years.
John came over after that, with KFC nuggets. Aww.
Relatives came over that night. My aunty, and my grandparents. And my entire immediate family. We had my last home-cooked dinner, which they jokingly called my last supper. I lost it again during grace, where my sis-in-law prayed for my year in Australia. For those of you who don't know yet, I'm super close to my family. I adore them and would do anything for them. So, yeah. That was hard.
What was even harder, was when they went back home. When my brother engulfed me in his arms and told me that the person he missed most when he went to Australia 18 years ago, was me. I was only one then. When my sister hugged me and said that she will miss me like mad. When each one of the kids came up to me and hugged the stuffing out of me.
Joel: (in a serious tone) Wen Kor, take care of yourself in Australia, kay? Please don't swim in the sea. (dramatic pause) Got a lot of sharks one you know.
After they all went back, I resumed packing, till about 11 when the gang came over. Sharm, Manda and Karen. Sioki, Jo, Ming, Suki, Mary, and Nick. We hung out in the padang, just chatting. About nothing in particular. And that's what I love about them. That we can just go on for hours and hours about nothing in particular. And it felt damn comfortable.
Left to the mamak where I had my last Roti Hawaii for the year. Omg. How I miss the Roti Hawaii. And Murnis. And Maybank mamak. And nasi lemak ayam.
Oy, you people back home, please appreciate your local mamak. Thankyouverymuch.
Went home at about 2 in the morning, knowing I would fly in eight hours time, and continued packing. It's a never-ending process. Ick. Packed while transferring Heroes and ANTM from Jo to my laptop so that I wouldn't be bored down to my toes whilst I'm here. Packed. Packed. Packed somemore. I seriously wouldn't advise last-minute packing, because it was horrible.
I was packing right till the gang came back again at like... 5:45 a.m., was it? Here's the deal. Students are allowed 30 kg of luggage. Fine. So I finally zipped up my bag and weighed it and...
OMFG. 60 KG.
I am completely a bloody idiot.
Panicking, I got down on my knees and started unpacking frantically. Took out about half the stuff like a madwoman, zipped it up and weighed it again.
Still TOO MUCH.
Ack. Although it broke my heart, I took out some more pretty tops. Zipped it up again, and Ming, taking pity on me, helped me heft my bag onto the scale again.
Ming: (long pause) Ey, Wen ar, you're allowed 30 kg, right? Not 30 lbs, right?
Me: (even longer pause) OMGARGHHHHHI'MSUCHANIDIOT!!!
I had initally seen 60 LBS. Not 60 KG. Which meant my luggage WASN'T OVERWEIGHT in the first place.
-_-"
I am stupid. That is all.
I wanted to knock my head against the nearest wall.
Threw everything back into the bag, zipped it up and loaded it into the boot. And then it was time for goodbyes. Hate.
I was crying like a baby as I made my way down the line and hugged everyone and said bye. Thankfully all of them held back their tears (either that, or they weren't very sad to see me leave, lol), or I would've been worse.
Sioki, Nick and Ming came with me to the airport; the rest had class. And I'm glad they came. They took my mind off the actual leaving. Had breakfast at McDs and a super random conversation that I don't remember much. Something about a McDs ad or something like that. The three of them together are unstoppable. Nick contributes lame-ness and Ming and Sioki contributes unnecessary creativity. Lol.
Then it was time.
The number of times I remember seeing my dad cry - probably less than three, maybe. One of the times was when he gave my sister away at the altar during her wedding. And the other time, was when I hugged him at the airport before going down the escalator.
The escalator was pretty torturous. Because you can actually feel yourself getting further and further away from them. And then I reached the bottom and I probably shouldn't have turned back, but I did, and that made things worse. But then, thank God for friends like these. Nick, standing there, waving the McDs paper, Sioki and Ming pointing to it. Made me smile amidst my tears. The tears didn't stop coming, but still, being able to smile was good.
At least I didn't go alone. Having YK, Mel, Sook Yan and Jonathan telling me not to cry helped. I would probably have been a wreck flying alone. I don't know how the four of them stayed so composed throughout leaving either. I wish I could've been.
Boarded the plane and read the letters from Sioki, Mary and Nick on the plane cause they told me too. Made me feel even more emo, if that was even possible.
Slept quite a bit during the flight, watched an episode of the Office, and Employee of the Month, and half of Lovewrecked. At least MAS has all this stuff for you to watch. Pretty big selection. Indian Airlines had nothing, I remember. So booooooring.
Got off the plane, and got through customs okay. Funniest bit was during the baggage claim. YK and Mel went off to get the bags while I stayed by the trolley and guarded the hand luggage and laptops. My bag was sooooo incredibly heavy that YK couldn't lift it off the conveyor belt no matter how hard he tried. He tugged and tugged, and the bag just kept on moving and moving on the belt. Hee. Some good strong Samaritan helped him pull it off the belt after that. Haha. YK, buff up a bit lah. =p
Mel's friends picked the both of us up, while YK went off to Clayton. The weather was great. Not too cold. They dropped us off at our now previous-house, and omg, it was a horrible first impression. Not that it isn't still horrible, but fresh off the plane, all tired, and seeing the awful house; it was BADDD.
It was dirty, and dusty. The floors were wooden and creaky. There's this one spot on the floor in my room, that if you step on it, the entire cupboard vibrates. The walls were paper-thin. It was a creepy looking place, full stop. Disgusting. I thank my lucky stars everyday that we don't have to stay there. From the outside, it looks like a haunted house at night. No kidding.
The first night there was so, so difficult. Plus, we stay along Dandenong Road, which is a highway, so it's was/is bloody noisy. And then I had to go watch the slide show Jo gave me before I left. I tell you Mr. Lim Jo Weng, you made me cry buckets okayyyyy. Tsk.
I was in Singapore for Gong Gong's funeral till Tuesday afternoon, and then we rushed back to PJ. Stopped by in Negeri Sembilan for dinner at one of the Chinese restaurants there. My dad said it was kind of my farewell dinner with my entire family, so he let me choose my favourite dishes. Aww. He doesn't say it because that generation of fathers don't usually, but I know he really really loves me. As do I.
We had sweet and sour pork, and kangkung belacan. My choice. Yum.
Dinner was good. And I was fighting back tears. It had been a long, hard day. I had been crying since the early morning, since the funeral parade, and the cremation parlour, and then the dinner. If I had managed to make it back to PJ that night, it would have been more tears, because Ching left that night, and I would have cried even more at the airport, even though we're leaving to the same place. Don't laugh at my crying habits lahhhh.
It's not possible for my tear ducts to dry up.
ANYWAYS. Yeah, came back and went over to Ching's house where they went back to after sending her off because Ming needed me to bring a USB cable for her, and because they needed to fetch Emily home too. It was strange, you know, to be sitting around on the couch in Ching's house, without her there.
Mary, Nick and Ming left to Murni's while Siokkwan, Jo and I left to have what would be one of the funniest nights we've had in a long time. I seriously have not laughed like that in ages. The three of us got into the car and literally, and I mean literally exploded with laughter till our sides almost split. Remember the Li Chun/De Shun debacle? You can read it in all of it's embarassing glory here.
Wednesday was spent packing, packing and packing. I hate packing. DESPISE. I am the kind of wishy-washy person who likes to bring anything because "I might need it when I'm there". When Ching and I went to India last year, we were told it was winter, and I still brought one of my skirts because "I might need it when I'm there".
*glares at laughing people*
Whaaaaaaaaat? Who knows, right. Better safe than sorry. :P
Went to the Digital Mall with Sioki and her classmates to get my last minute computer stuff - mouse for laptop, empty CDs, things like that. Sioki and I came back to hang out in my messy, stuff-strewn-all-over-the-place-because-I'm-packing room for one last time. Us girls, we've hung out in my room so often over the past few years.
John came over after that, with KFC nuggets. Aww.
Relatives came over that night. My aunty, and my grandparents. And my entire immediate family. We had my last home-cooked dinner, which they jokingly called my last supper. I lost it again during grace, where my sis-in-law prayed for my year in Australia. For those of you who don't know yet, I'm super close to my family. I adore them and would do anything for them. So, yeah. That was hard.
What was even harder, was when they went back home. When my brother engulfed me in his arms and told me that the person he missed most when he went to Australia 18 years ago, was me. I was only one then. When my sister hugged me and said that she will miss me like mad. When each one of the kids came up to me and hugged the stuffing out of me.
Joel: (in a serious tone) Wen Kor, take care of yourself in Australia, kay? Please don't swim in the sea. (dramatic pause) Got a lot of sharks one you know.
After they all went back, I resumed packing, till about 11 when the gang came over. Sharm, Manda and Karen. Sioki, Jo, Ming, Suki, Mary, and Nick. We hung out in the padang, just chatting. About nothing in particular. And that's what I love about them. That we can just go on for hours and hours about nothing in particular. And it felt damn comfortable.
Left to the mamak where I had my last Roti Hawaii for the year. Omg. How I miss the Roti Hawaii. And Murnis. And Maybank mamak. And nasi lemak ayam.
Oy, you people back home, please appreciate your local mamak. Thankyouverymuch.
Went home at about 2 in the morning, knowing I would fly in eight hours time, and continued packing. It's a never-ending process. Ick. Packed while transferring Heroes and ANTM from Jo to my laptop so that I wouldn't be bored down to my toes whilst I'm here. Packed. Packed. Packed somemore. I seriously wouldn't advise last-minute packing, because it was horrible.
I was packing right till the gang came back again at like... 5:45 a.m., was it? Here's the deal. Students are allowed 30 kg of luggage. Fine. So I finally zipped up my bag and weighed it and...
OMFG. 60 KG.
I am completely a bloody idiot.
Panicking, I got down on my knees and started unpacking frantically. Took out about half the stuff like a madwoman, zipped it up and weighed it again.
Still TOO MUCH.
Ack. Although it broke my heart, I took out some more pretty tops. Zipped it up again, and Ming, taking pity on me, helped me heft my bag onto the scale again.
Ming: (long pause) Ey, Wen ar, you're allowed 30 kg, right? Not 30 lbs, right?
Me: (even longer pause) OMGARGHHHHHI'MSUCHANIDIOT!!!
I had initally seen 60 LBS. Not 60 KG. Which meant my luggage WASN'T OVERWEIGHT in the first place.
-_-"
I am stupid. That is all.
I wanted to knock my head against the nearest wall.
Threw everything back into the bag, zipped it up and loaded it into the boot. And then it was time for goodbyes. Hate.
I was crying like a baby as I made my way down the line and hugged everyone and said bye. Thankfully all of them held back their tears (either that, or they weren't very sad to see me leave, lol), or I would've been worse.
Sioki, Nick and Ming came with me to the airport; the rest had class. And I'm glad they came. They took my mind off the actual leaving. Had breakfast at McDs and a super random conversation that I don't remember much. Something about a McDs ad or something like that. The three of them together are unstoppable. Nick contributes lame-ness and Ming and Sioki contributes unnecessary creativity. Lol.
Then it was time.
The number of times I remember seeing my dad cry - probably less than three, maybe. One of the times was when he gave my sister away at the altar during her wedding. And the other time, was when I hugged him at the airport before going down the escalator.
The escalator was pretty torturous. Because you can actually feel yourself getting further and further away from them. And then I reached the bottom and I probably shouldn't have turned back, but I did, and that made things worse. But then, thank God for friends like these. Nick, standing there, waving the McDs paper, Sioki and Ming pointing to it. Made me smile amidst my tears. The tears didn't stop coming, but still, being able to smile was good.
At least I didn't go alone. Having YK, Mel, Sook Yan and Jonathan telling me not to cry helped. I would probably have been a wreck flying alone. I don't know how the four of them stayed so composed throughout leaving either. I wish I could've been.
Boarded the plane and read the letters from Sioki, Mary and Nick on the plane cause they told me too. Made me feel even more emo, if that was even possible.
Slept quite a bit during the flight, watched an episode of the Office, and Employee of the Month, and half of Lovewrecked. At least MAS has all this stuff for you to watch. Pretty big selection. Indian Airlines had nothing, I remember. So booooooring.
Got off the plane, and got through customs okay. Funniest bit was during the baggage claim. YK and Mel went off to get the bags while I stayed by the trolley and guarded the hand luggage and laptops. My bag was sooooo incredibly heavy that YK couldn't lift it off the conveyor belt no matter how hard he tried. He tugged and tugged, and the bag just kept on moving and moving on the belt. Hee. Some good strong Samaritan helped him pull it off the belt after that. Haha. YK, buff up a bit lah. =p
Mel's friends picked the both of us up, while YK went off to Clayton. The weather was great. Not too cold. They dropped us off at our now previous-house, and omg, it was a horrible first impression. Not that it isn't still horrible, but fresh off the plane, all tired, and seeing the awful house; it was BADDD.
It was dirty, and dusty. The floors were wooden and creaky. There's this one spot on the floor in my room, that if you step on it, the entire cupboard vibrates. The walls were paper-thin. It was a creepy looking place, full stop. Disgusting. I thank my lucky stars everyday that we don't have to stay there. From the outside, it looks like a haunted house at night. No kidding.
The first night there was so, so difficult. Plus, we stay along Dandenong Road, which is a highway, so it's was/is bloody noisy. And then I had to go watch the slide show Jo gave me before I left. I tell you Mr. Lim Jo Weng, you made me cry buckets okayyyyy. Tsk.
A super huge congratulations to Ms. Loo Suk Kwan for her incredible, inhuman STPM Results!
3As and 1A-minus. WOW. That's amazing for STPM. You did so great, babe! Better than I would ever, ever have done if I had done STPM. We're all so proud of you and what you have achieved - scholarships, here you come!
*HUGE HUGS*
3As and 1A-minus. WOW. That's amazing for STPM. You did so great, babe! Better than I would ever, ever have done if I had done STPM. We're all so proud of you and what you have achieved - scholarships, here you come!
*HUGE HUGS*
I've gotten into a bad habit of putting more alphabets into a word than actually is necessary, just to stress it.
Example? I missssssss you alllllllll. I wish you all were hereeeeeeeee. I jusssssssssst had dinner.
It's a horrible habit. It's so awfully whiny looking but yet I cannot stop doing it. Sheesh. It's as bad as Jo's kekekekekeke hehehehehehe lolz habit. Nooooooooooo.
Oops, there I go again.
Anyways. I'm tired. Like the title says. I overslept this morning and missed one tutorial, but that's not the point, hee. I had four hours straight of classes today. Two lectures back to back, and both lecturers not being the most interesting lecturers in the world. I used to be able to do four-hour-straight classes back in MUFY, but that's probably cause each class was only an hour long and we would move from class to class andmake noise socialise in the corridor in between classes.
Wednesdays are hell. That's what I get for cramping all my classes together just so I can have a long weekend. I have Mondays and Fridays off, whee. No pain, no gain. But that doesn't stop me from bitching about it.
You know, back home if you had asked me what my favourite chore was, I probably would have said doing the dishes. I've always liked that, soaping dishes, and feeling the texture of a clean plate and singing off-key to whatever song was stuck in my head. Despite that stupid old Malay proverb that says you marry an old man if you sing in the kitchen. WHATEVER.
Anyway, the point is, in the strangest way possible, doing the dishes is calming, in a way. No concentration is needed. It's hard to describe, but it's just relaxing. Weird, I know. You can add that to the endless list of Wendy's weird quirks.
So, today, while doing the dishes, I realised something. Maybe I only liked doing the dishes back home because I don't do it everyday. Yes, I admit, I am lazy and am lucky to have someone who does it for me. But, I still do it occasionally, especially when I bake or cook myself. So maybe, after a year here, I won't enjoy it anymore, because I have to do it every freaking day, or starve to death because I don't want to dirty any dishes, or leave them in the sink and let my housemates dunk my head into the toilet bowl 49 times. You choose.
I also might possibly be the only person in the world who enjoys doing the dishes and who thinks about not enjoying cleaning the dishes anymore after a year in Australia...while doing the dishes.
-_-"
Sorry. I know there was no bloody point to this post, and I will send you a virtual hug if you have actually read this far.
*HUGSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS*
Crap. There I go again with the unnecessary letters.
P/S: I have two clocks on my blog now! One on Malaysian time and one on Melbourne time. Hee, I was blog-surfing, and saw the clocks on Aaron's blog and I gatal, so I put them up too. Thank you, Aaron. For that you shall receive a free advertisement in this post...
...Aaron takes pictures superbly-duperbly well with his super-duper canggih camera. Click here
Tata, m'loves. Need to go wrap my books now and get started on homework. HEH. Missing you all! to ooh and aah over his work. =)
Example? I missssssss you alllllllll. I wish you all were hereeeeeeeee. I jusssssssssst had dinner.
It's a horrible habit. It's so awfully whiny looking but yet I cannot stop doing it. Sheesh. It's as bad as Jo's kekekekekeke hehehehehehe lolz habit. Nooooooooooo.
Oops, there I go again.
Anyways. I'm tired. Like the title says. I overslept this morning and missed one tutorial, but that's not the point, hee. I had four hours straight of classes today. Two lectures back to back, and both lecturers not being the most interesting lecturers in the world. I used to be able to do four-hour-straight classes back in MUFY, but that's probably cause each class was only an hour long and we would move from class to class and
Wednesdays are hell. That's what I get for cramping all my classes together just so I can have a long weekend. I have Mondays and Fridays off, whee. No pain, no gain. But that doesn't stop me from bitching about it.
You know, back home if you had asked me what my favourite chore was, I probably would have said doing the dishes. I've always liked that, soaping dishes, and feeling the texture of a clean plate and singing off-key to whatever song was stuck in my head. Despite that stupid old Malay proverb that says you marry an old man if you sing in the kitchen. WHATEVER.
Anyway, the point is, in the strangest way possible, doing the dishes is calming, in a way. No concentration is needed. It's hard to describe, but it's just relaxing. Weird, I know. You can add that to the endless list of Wendy's weird quirks.
So, today, while doing the dishes, I realised something. Maybe I only liked doing the dishes back home because I don't do it everyday. Yes, I admit, I am lazy and am lucky to have someone who does it for me. But, I still do it occasionally, especially when I bake or cook myself. So maybe, after a year here, I won't enjoy it anymore, because I have to do it every freaking day, or starve to death because I don't want to dirty any dishes, or leave them in the sink and let my housemates dunk my head into the toilet bowl 49 times. You choose.
I also might possibly be the only person in the world who enjoys doing the dishes and who thinks about not enjoying cleaning the dishes anymore after a year in Australia...while doing the dishes.
-_-"
Sorry. I know there was no bloody point to this post, and I will send you a virtual hug if you have actually read this far.
*HUGSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS*
Crap. There I go again with the unnecessary letters.
P/S: I have two clocks on my blog now! One on Malaysian time and one on Melbourne time. Hee, I was blog-surfing, and saw the clocks on Aaron's blog and I gatal, so I put them up too. Thank you, Aaron. For that you shall receive a free advertisement in this post...
...Aaron takes pictures superbly-duperbly well with his super-duper canggih camera. Click here
Tata, m'loves. Need to go wrap my books now and get started on homework. HEH. Missing you all! to ooh and aah over his work. =)
...what a difference two doors away makes.
The new house is awesome and I am loving it. :)
I have a huge, heee-uge wardrobe with ceiling to floor mirrors which bring out the narcissist in me. I will undoubtedly spend an entire ten minutes twirling in front of the mirror every morning. Eek.
I have a bigger-than-usual, soft bed. Now all I need are pretty linens. Uh oh. Maybe I shouldn't have bought that pretty jumper yesterday because I need to buy my sheets and quilt. Ack. Please don't tell my daddy I bought it.
I adore the fact that there is Internet. I am a net-whore. I cannot do without it for long. I mean, I did without it, but I was bored down to my toes for the whole month. Thank God for my external hard drive crammed full with shows. Jo is my hero for giving me ANTM and Heroes to keep my company through boredom. Omg, Heroes is officially my newest obsession. Fantastic stuff.
There's a swimming pool at the back of the house. It ain't that big, but it certainly looks pretty. Never mind the fact that I can't swim. I can tell people I once lived in a house with a swimming pool in the backyard. Chewah.
I feel so much more comfy in this house. Although, this house will never beat home. Know what I mean? It's a gazillion times better than the previous house with red wooden floors I was staying in, but it still falls short of Jalan SS2/something-something. Bleh. Why is this sounding like an emo-post?
Pics will be up soon-ish, hopefully?
I have an MSN date with darling chi muis later so I really should be doing work for my 9 a.m. Money and Capital Markets tute like the good student I want to be, but I haven't bought the textbook so I can't. Pout. There goes my resolution of being hardworking in Australia. Never mind the fact that I have already skipped half of a lecture. Twice. *ahem*
Quick question - how do people study and still maintain an active social life? Tough.
Never mind. I should at least try to read the notes. Right? Right.
Unless One Tree Hill finishes downloading before then. Hee.
I love you all.
The new house is awesome and I am loving it. :)
I have a huge, heee-uge wardrobe with ceiling to floor mirrors which bring out the narcissist in me. I will undoubtedly spend an entire ten minutes twirling in front of the mirror every morning. Eek.
I have a bigger-than-usual, soft bed. Now all I need are pretty linens. Uh oh. Maybe I shouldn't have bought that pretty jumper yesterday because I need to buy my sheets and quilt. Ack. Please don't tell my daddy I bought it.
I adore the fact that there is Internet. I am a net-whore. I cannot do without it for long. I mean, I did without it, but I was bored down to my toes for the whole month. Thank God for my external hard drive crammed full with shows. Jo is my hero for giving me ANTM and Heroes to keep my company through boredom. Omg, Heroes is officially my newest obsession. Fantastic stuff.
There's a swimming pool at the back of the house. It ain't that big, but it certainly looks pretty. Never mind the fact that I can't swim. I can tell people I once lived in a house with a swimming pool in the backyard. Chewah.
I feel so much more comfy in this house. Although, this house will never beat home. Know what I mean? It's a gazillion times better than the previous house with red wooden floors I was staying in, but it still falls short of Jalan SS2/something-something. Bleh. Why is this sounding like an emo-post?
Pics will be up soon-ish, hopefully?
I have an MSN date with darling chi muis later so I really should be doing work for my 9 a.m. Money and Capital Markets tute like the good student I want to be, but I haven't bought the textbook so I can't. Pout. There goes my resolution of being hardworking in Australia. Never mind the fact that I have already skipped half of a lecture. Twice. *ahem*
Quick question - how do people study and still maintain an active social life? Tough.
Never mind. I should at least try to read the notes. Right? Right.
Unless One Tree Hill finishes downloading before then. Hee.
I love you all.
