Good day.. or bad?

A warning to children, if you are reading please avert your eyes NOW and skip everything you see till you come to a new break in the paragraph. OH MY F***ING GAWD WHY DOES THIS HAVE TO HAPPEN EVERY SINGLE F***ING DAY?!! I can nevereverF***INGgetadecentconnection dot com whenever I want it!! Well, connection to Skype is perfectly fine, but what is the F***ing good of having Skype on but not MSN messenger or Internet Explorer or even Firefox?! I can’t blardy hell check my mails, so what good is the internet?! It is not as if I’m getting it for free, hell, I’m paying for the blardy thing and it is getting really frustrating waiting everyday just for that blardy 2 minutes of ‘perfect, uninterrupted’ connection, which only allows me to key in and login into yahoo!mail and then have it hang even before I can enter into my inbox. Wait, I take that back. Less than 1 MINUTE to be precise. #$@%$^&&@!!!

Okay, the quiet, shy and handsome*ahem* part of me is back.

Today I woke up to the sound of my mobile phone ringing. I definitely remember not setting an alarm for today (Saturday) since I will not be working or going out, so as usual, I grumbled and cursed. You see, I kind of slept late last night watching stuff on my laptop thinking that I’d have nothing important to wake up to the next day anyway. It was from a private number, but to my dismay, it was just from the restaurant (just as a reminder, I work casual at a restaurant). I was desperately needed tonight because one of the usuals had called in sick and there wasn’t anyone else that could be contacted in such short notice, and considering that it is Saturday, dinner is always hectic and packed. They needed extra help. So I said yes, reluctantly.

I got up, headed upstairs to take a shower. And guess what? The Biatch walked in when I was drying myself. *shrieks in horror*

The worst part about it was that I didn’t notice that she had walked in! I only realised it when she had already opened the door and screamed! I still can’t figure out how she could not have realised that someone was in the bathroom having a shower. She walked in at the precise moment I had turned off the shower. Couldn’t she hear the shower running the second before? Or hear me open the shower compartment door? Deaf biatch. Even the lights were switched on! I usually wouldn’t have cared, but of all people to see me in all my glory, it HAD, to be The Biatch.

At work, I got a few deep cuts on my hands from broken pieces of plates. I got it while digging into the sink trying to clear the drainage because it was clogged with something, something I later found out. By the end of the night, I had earned myself an extra two hours worth of work in tips. Isn’t that just fabulous? Damn, I sound so gay using that word, no offence.

And yeah, today I had also witnessed a bastard child Chinese lunatic driver (no I’m not racist, I’m just stating a fact) drive fast and recklessly in the university parking lot. The idiot was making his way towards the exit by driving through empty parking lots (it was a Saturday, there were loads of empty parking lots), but at the last turn, he had nearly driven straight at a wall partition. Instead, he swerved and hit a parked stationary car. Instead of getting out of his car to look at the damage, he made a quick getaway. The bastard. The damage was quite bad, his front left signal lights and bumper (headlights included) had totally caved in. His front bumper was hanging low, threatening to fall off, but worse, the car which became victim to his recklessness was a Mercedes. The driver’s door had a massive dent, and there were a ton load of scratches and scrapings all along the side of the car to the front. It was a disheartening sight. Surprisingly the car alarm hadn’t gone off, so no one was alerted to the scene.

Sigh, hit and run cases.

Oh..my….

Dammit, I am officially hooked on this particular video clip. I can’t stop playing it over, and over, and over again on my laptop. Is it completely normal? Please, can someone agree with me that this video is absolutely addictive? I wish I had an I-pod. I’d be playing that video clip over and over and over till my eyes drop out. The video is hot (I think I’ve already mentioned that thousands of times already), the beat is kind of catchy, but the lyrics… erm. Most guys would disagree with the message, but what the heck? Pussycat Dolls absolutely rock! If they were going to have a concert over here is Sydney, I’d definitely get myself some tickets. I hear they are an awesome crowd pleaser, and in clubs the ladies simply go crazy when they play anything by the PSD. I can only IMAGINE how it would be like at one of their concerts. *Grins*

Pussycat Dolls - I Dont Need A Man video

Feeling fidgety

I can’t keep still. I feel as if I am on Amphetamine (I wonder how that would feel like? I can only imagine).

I am in such a mess.

I take, naps, 4-5 hours a day.

Whenever I’m home, I get restless.

I feel…

lonely.

Sigh.

I only feel like this whenever I’m at home. The Indian couple is moving out next week, so is the girl in the master room. Master room girl says that the landlord is charging her too much, so she will be moving. Indian couple are moving because, they had a massive fight with the landlord’s girlfriend the other day. So they were given two weeks to find a new place to stay. In other words, they got booted out. The tribe has spoken.

And guess what the big fight was about. You will NEVER guess what. *drum roll*. Washing powder.

Surprised? Well, I was!

Landlord’s mistress claims that Indian couple had been stealing her washing powder. Something Indian couple valiantly denied, so they got into a heated quarrel over it. I wasn’t foolish enough to intervene, or offer any assistance. How did mistress come to the conclusion that Indian couple were occasionally stealing her washing powder? I have no idea. She claims that she had laid certain traps. Safe-guarding her precious $2 dollar box of 2kg washing powder. She claims that she had noticed the irregularity after Indian couple had used the washing room, putting the blame on them. Long story.

So next week, I will be living with 3 new housemates. And guess where they are from? Come on, take a guess.

Sigh. I’m going to be very, very lonely. Apparently their English is close to none. When they came over to have a look at the rooms, they were conversing in Mandarin the whole entire time! When they saw me, they said hi. We exchanged pleasantries, the usual. But after exchanging ‘hi’s and ‘hello’s, everything just sounded like gibberish to me. They couldn’t converse in English that well. Great. Every word was a struggle. I simply gave up after the first few exchanges. I got frustrated. What the fuck man.

It is getting really really lame, and annoying. I can’t wait to get my own crib. Then I’d get to choose who I live with. Only rent out to sexy hot whites. *Grins*

Call me shallow minded, I don’t give a damn! I’d rather have sexy hot ladies prancing around the house wearing skimpy tops and hot pants, or in nothing but their undies. I’d have no problems with that. But who am I fooling? The probability of that happening is probably one in a hundred, but not impossible.

Looks like I’m beginning to utter nothing but nonsense. I am just feeling frustrated right now. I can’t think straight. It is really depressing. I can’t wait to move out.

I should probably stop here. Be back when I am feeling much better.

QUICK! Newspaper!

That was what I thought when I saw it scramble across the floor. It was half the size of a cigarette box and moving really fast. I have never seen anything that huge before! Thank gawd there were sheets of paper lying around, I quickly rolled it up and started whacking the thing. Missing most of the time, but my sudden bursts of attack probably frightened the poor fella because it took flight and tried to hide under my bag.

As usual, my room was in a total mess. Books, clothes, paper, magazines, you name it. All were scattered in a mess on the floor, plenty of hiding space for it to hide. So I quickly took the bag and tossed it into an empty corner, giving no opportunity for it to hide. I frantically tried searching the whole kitchen for insect spray to kill it with, but to my dismay, couldn’t find anything I could use, so I took the next best thing.

Yes… it was the ONLY thing within reach. I kinda figured that if this thing is used to kill odour and germs, why not? Spiders are bugs; they probably carry germs… maybe, but oh well, might as well try. If it didn’t work out, I could always go back to killing it with a rolled up newspaper anyway.

So I cornered the fella, and sprayed away! And guess what? It DID die! Imagine that? I wasn’t sure if it died because of the poison, or because I overdid it. It was hard to tell, but just to be safe, I squashed it with the end of a rolled up newspaper as well. I wouldn’t want that thing crawling about anywhere near me, while I sleep. Imagine something as big as that crawling on your face while you sleep. Bleugh..

*damn can't post up the photos...connection bad. will do it when the connection speeds up.

(OMG omg) X ∞

I bumped into a previous housemate at university today. I noticed that she was so SOOOooooOoo thrilled to see me (usually I don’t get those kinda reactions unless one is totally plastered and stoned), which was odd. Instead of the “Hi, how are you going, how is uni, where are you living now, what have you been doing”, she asked me a totally unexpected question.

“Hey, did you make a police report recently?”

I was baffled. You should have seen my stoned, wide-eyed and confused face when I stared back at her. I was totally not expecting that kind of a question. I don’t remember making a police report of any kind, nor do I remember breaking any laws, well, none that I know of anyway. She looked back at me, looking puzzled when I didn’t reply. Still looking puzzled, she continued

“Oh, looks like you’ve no idea what I’m talking about do you? The coppers came by the house the other day looking for you.”

*Fark, what did I do that would make the coppers drop by my last place of stay? I shivered, this doesn’t sound good at all.*

“Oh no worries, they were just looking for you because they found your PASSPORT!”

MY PASSPORT?!?!

Omg, I was totally shocked and lost for words. I definitely didn’t make any report, and to my knowledge, I don’t even remember losing my passport in the first place. Shit, this is bad. I didn’t even REALISE that my passport was missing.

My friend assured me that everything is fine, no need to panic, the passport is in the safe hands of the police. Great, just great. Don’t get me wrong, I’m glad that my passport is safe in the hands of the law, but but… how did I lose my passport in the first place is beyond me. Losing it isn’t the problem, but not even realising it? Come on, I should be hanged! Burnt at the stake! Stripped or even stoned to death! Or circumcised even, oh wait, already done that. =)

But gosh, I feel so retarded. Now I’ve got to take the walk of shame, there is definitely going to be a helluva lot of hassle in explaining myself when I get to the station in the city, because that is where the passport is at at the moment. What am I going to say? I had lost my passport but hadn’t realised it until you coppers came looking for me? This is the pits I tell you. I feel so ashamed and stupid right now. Leave me be. I want to crouch into the little corner of my room and just die. I should probably cover my head with a paper bag when I go to collect the damn thing.

……………………………….. What am I saying? It is not the end of the world! It is not like I lost my virginity, again. I only found my passport, no biggie (I can’t say I lost it because, well, I didn’t really lose it in the first place, or rather hadn’t realised that it was missing till the coppers came looking, and said that they’ve found it, somewhere, and was looking for me so that I could pick it up, so in actual fact it sounds more like I’ve actually found my passport because the found was realised even before I knew I had lost it …. Shit, I’m not making any sense). I’m probably trying to console myself for my lack of responsibility. In any case, everything is good.

Goodbye..

It was a very difficult decision to make. I struggled to find reasons to hold on, but couldn’t think of any other alternatives. Believe me, I hadn’t slept for almost 24hrs now, my eyes are hurting, but I think it is for the better.

All the pain, the frustration, and the hard work. Would I live to regret this? I doubt it. All the time wasted and patience? Was it all worth it? I kept asking myself these questions over and over again. And still, my conscience kept saying that yes, this is definitely for the better.

I’m tired, I want to sleep. I can’t. I have work in 3 hours time, and I can’t take that risk. So here I am, being totally miserable. Still thinking if I should, or shouldn’t. I hate choices, but life unfortunately, is full of them. I can’t burden another with this dilemma. It is mine, and mine alone to make.

I’m still thinking. Gosh, even now I find myself still rationalising the pros and the cons of my decision. Within the last hour, I often find myself simply staring at the keyboard, neither moving nor thinking. It hurts. My mind is a blank.

I have come to a decision. It is time, to say goodbye.

My finger pauses at the delete button, am I willing to sacrifice everything now? No matter, the deed has been done. There is no turning back now.

Goodbye. Oh sweet porn.

Did I scare you? Did I?

Some might be thinking that I’ve gone mad, but seriously. S0me might say that what I’ve done is totally unforgivable, I’m sure I might be able to point out a few whom I know.

Deleting 14GB is not something someone would take lightly. I have made the decision. I only pray that I had made the right one.

Thank you for listening, I hope you all have a pleasant day.

Holidays are here..

I think.

I am halfway through my two weeks break, but guess where am I at now?
Come on.. GUESS guess !! No, I'm not on holiday. I'm not at the beach, nor am I sitting at a cafe sipping on coffee, relaxing and reading a book. I'd pay good money to be able to do that right now.

Instead I am at the university library!! Trying to rush an assignment which is due on Wednesday! A two thousand word essay on Economic Growth in Africa. With loads of reading materials to go through. I'm so screwed. I only realised that the essay is due this coming Wednesday, only yesterday night! A grand total of two days to read up on reports, plan the essay, and type the thing up. Sigh.. Thank gawd they extended the due date till Wednesday. It was supposed to be handed in on Tuesday, but maybe someone up there likes me so he pulled some strings and wa la.

So back to work.

Ramblings

OMFG!! YOU MUST BE JOKING!

This is probably the 6^th farking time I am typing this!

The damn internet connection keeps disconnecting every 30 minutes!

And it takes another 10 minutes to re-establish a proper and secure connection. I can’t believe I am paying an extra $20 a month for this crappy connection. The whole of yesterday I couldn’t even connect to the internet and got so stressed over it because I had an exam in the morning and most of the notes are online! I had to strain myself to read 300 pages of the textbook instead, for a bloody multiple choice question exam.

*eyes bulge*

If I had connection to the internet I could have just read off the concise and simple slide notes, but NOOOoooo. Internet was ‘down’. I wasn’t crazy enough to walk into university at 2am in the morning to feed off the free wireless connection. No way, not safe and, I’d look like a lunatic. Maybe the service was down?

Or maybe there is something wrong with the landlord’s router/modem?

Or maybe the other roommates are downloading loads of stuff?

Or maybe the landlord had to reset the modem to get a better connection?

Or maybe there is really something wrong with the broadband supplier?

There are hundreds of possibilities to consider, but I think it is just the landlord’s ignorance. Whenever I get impatient I go up to his room to find out what is happening, ask him if he knows what is happening to the connection, but he always gives me that fucked up surprised expression and blurts “Oh? I check I check.”

Oh… my… gawd…

The internet connection was down for gawd knows how long, I see that his computer is switched on, he must be online as well, and doesn’t he notice it?? Or does this only happen to me? Bloody hell! I go complain to him about the internet almost constantly, sometimes I do it at least once a day, doesn’t he get annoyed? Heck, even I am annoyed at myself.

Usually after a few seconds after complaining, internet connection is back on again, running smoothly, for another few hours, two, maybe four.

*pause* Damn it! Everything stops.

It seems like the only thing I talk about is internet internet internet. Geez, the amount of times I go up to knock on his door to complain is a good indication that there is something wrong with the service and he should at least look into it or better, change provider! Why doesn’t he get the message? Oh wait, I forgot. He is a useless son0fabitch.

No matter how many times I complain, he doesn’t do a thing. It is like I am complaining to a brick wall. And when I question the girlfriend, she too gives me that blank, stupid expression, and tells me that she herself has no idea. Great. The perfect couple. The both of them are utterly stupid and useless. Only thing they seem to be good at is quarrel.

They just had a row in the bathroom. Yes! Both of them! In the bathroom! They were shouting at each other for a good 30 minutes, locked in the bathroom. What the heck were they doing fighting in the bathroom anyway? I was busy minding my own business listening to music while the Indian couple were watching down in the hall. I just got up to take a bottle of water from the kitchen and then heard very loud shouting coming from somewhere. At first I thought it was the next-door neighbours. It was that loud. Then the housemates told me that it was the landlord and his girlfriend. I was surprised.

This was the first time I’ve heard them go at each other like this. It used to be civilised. This seemed to sound as if they were about to start punching and get physical. Man, if I were one of the persons in that quarrel, I’d already be punching and hitting. It was that bad. And I was told that it had been going on for a good 30 minutes already. I was actually getting worried that it might end badly. It was like one of those movie scenes where you see a married couple quarrelling and fighting about something, and then someone often gets killed in the process. Laugh out loud.

Anyway, it ended soon enough and the night was quite again. Indian couple finally retired to bed, and I went back to surfing the net, only to find that my internet connection had been disconnected again. So here I am, typing in Microsoft Word. Praying and hoping that the internet comes back on again. This is the seventh time I got disconnected within 3 hours. This time it is taking more than just 10 minutes. 40 minutes and counting…

*edit*

GREAT! Two fucking hours and the internet is still not back on! I have waited long enough and am now going to bed! I will probably post this up later in the day. Hopefully the connection frees up by then. If not I will definitely have that talk with the landlord. I’m not paying no fucking fees for this shit. He can stuff it up his arse for all I care.

This is too much.

I dont understand some people

I still don't understand my housemates. Remember the other day I was talking about the indian couple?

I know, I know.
You probably don't want to hear anything else about them,
but ... but ...
I just can't help it!!

They are starting to get on my nerves!
I know, you guys are still young, your sex drives are at its peak(well, of course they are, you are in your mid-late twenties, or maybe early thirties?), you guys just want to get it on as MANY times as you possibly can
BUT GUYS!! Could you please do it in the privacy of your own room??! For gawd sakes I'm not deaf! I can hear you go bump from where I am sitting right now! At the back of the house, where I am desperately trying to concentrate on my work!

Gosh, even the television isn't helping, you guys can still be heard! Incase you are wondering, they are at it right at this very moment. That is why I am typing this post. They are in the living room, on the coach, under a blanket, in front of the box, watching a hindi movie, with the lights switched off. *rolls eyes*

I can hear her moans, and I can hear his grunts. Even with the hindi movie still running I can still hear them. It is definitely not a bj, or a md. It is the full-on. You'd know how it sounds like. *ahem* It is horrible I tell you. I am thinking of just walking out to the kitchen, switch on the lights and act as if I am getting some supper, and disrupt their little activity, or maybe just to shock them and see how they react/cover. It might be very entertaining to see.

.......................................................

Damn, too late. It seems the guy has finished. A little too early I think. It barely started a few minutes ago. I'm totally disappointed. He didn't even last 10 minutes. Pfft.. How do I know, you ask? I heard it. The climax. And why do I think it happened? I heard that last whimper, and suddenly everything went quiet, and because the guy just went up to the bathroom. I can hear the shower and tap running. Too short for a shower. He must be washing up. Gawd, use a towel why don't cha? Or use the blanket you guys use for cover. You're making it look so obvious that you just had a spill. *rolls eyes*

What a totally wasted opportunity! I was thinking of surprising them just now, and it would be right at the time that he was about to cum! That would be sooooo, wicked! And it probably would have taught them a lesson. Sigh. Darnit.

OK, change of topic. I just realised that I have got young eyes reading this blog. Wait, I correct myself. Innocent eyes. *grins*

I just got back from the cinemas. Watched SILENT HILL and LADY IN THE WATER. Back to back mind you. I preferred Lady in the water. It had much more of a story compared to Silent Hill. Of course it was. M Night Shyamalan y'll! I totally dig his movies. Yet another totally original story. You guys should go watch it!

Alright, back to work now. Peace and quiet. Or maybe some porn! That would be good!

No no, none of that. Just thinking about them or worse, imagining them at it just gives me the shivers. I can feel my hair stand on ends. *puke*

Work it is. And no! To those who know me, I swear that I am not up to no good. I swear that I am just hitting the books, nothing else. Peace and out.

I hate it

when it rains.

It has been raining for days now, and I am still waiting for my clothes to dry.
And worse, I've still got a whole load of clothes now waiting to be washed and dried. Due to the awful rain, I often arrive home wet. It rains when you don't want it to, and stops for only 1 or two hours in between. It always stops when I leave the house, but continues to pour when I'm out, whether I am at university, or just hanging around the shopping centre. I can never escape it.

It is now 3 a.m. in the morning, I just got my MSN messenger to work, thanks to the infamous Buttshak3r. I'm just joking about the infamous bit, but he is the Buttshak3r. I still don't have a clue as to where he got that nickname from. It took me ages to figure out why MSN was acting the way it was, and had totally given up. I hadn't the opportunity to surf online for a fix, as my internet connection was ALSO acting up and it took me the whole damn day waiting for the connection to speed up. All this I give credit to my utterly useless landlord. Crappy service.

Oh and by the way, today was the first time I witnessed my housemates quarrel. Not between the couples, but between each other. The landlord's girlfriend had made a big fuss about duties this week and the last. The indian couple were on duty during those weeks and she wasn't too happy about the work. I tell you, the landlord's girlfriend is crazy. She keeps on insisting that the toilet isn't clean. For gawd sakes woman! You only specified that we need clean the toilet once a week, and of course after a few days there would be strands of hair on the floor. Not mine mind you, I don't use that bathroom anyway (I've got my own personal one). So the indian couple became the only victims. They had a row I tell you. It was the first time she totally blew her top at the housemates, usually the boyfriend gets it.

Maybe she just totally lost it because she had lost her mobile the other day. She claims that she left it on the stairs leading to the first floor and now she can't find it. OMG woman! Who leaves their mobile on the flight of stairs anyway?! I can totally understand if you left it on the coach, or the kitchen counter, or the dining table, or maybe on the television, but the stairs?? She obviously couldn't hold me accountable because I live on the first floor. There was no reason for me to use the stairs to get up to the second floor anyway. Just so you know, I didn't take/steal her mobile, though I wish that I had. I could maybe sell it and get back the cash I dropped the other day. Wouldn't that be awesome? Gosh, it is late. I don't have the mood to edit/correct mistakes so I'm just going to post this entry up and pray that I hadn't made any errors.

Sometimes,

you just want to hide in your room.
Lock yourself in, away from the trouble, away from the evil world.

Have you ever woken up, and just felt awful? You wake to the pitter patter of rain against your window. Great. It is still raining. You hurry to get dressed and prepare for classes. There isn't enough time to have breakfast, let alone prepare something for lunch. You think of getting brunch in between classes, and you are out the door. The rain has subsided a little bit. You don't bother using an umbrella, and dash to uni.

You've got a two hour lecture, a tutorial, and another lecture to finish off the day. With no breaks in between. Just perfect, at least you've got more time to snooze the night away before tackling the books. So you attend the two hour lecture, hoping that the lecturer finishes early so that you may have some time to get something to eat in between. But no, he decides to use up every single second he has with you. Probably trying to cram everything in before we all go on our two weeks break. For most of us, we will be using up half that break working, and then the remainder travelling, catching up with studies, or just taking a breather from all the studying. Something a student looks forward to after all the rushing to meet assignment deadlines and cramming for mid-semester exams. I am definitely looking forward to it.

So the lecture ends. No time to waste. You dash to the cafeteria, you decide to get a sandwich. You open your wallet, great. Empty. Another minute wasted there and then. You rush to the automated teller machine. There is a line. Why must there always be a line whenever you need to rush? You wait impatiently for your turn. You battle with your conscience about how much money to withdraw in order to sustain yourself for the week. You remember that you have collected some money previously which belongs to the club which you belong to, and will be meeting up with them later. So you decide to take that out and at the same time free yourself of any other obligations. You look at your watch, your five minute window is almost up. There isn't enought time to get lunch now. You curse quietly at the people in front of you messing about at the ATM. It is finally your turn. You key in $---. As you are waiting to receive the cash, the rain gets heavier. Damn, not only will you not be getting any lunch for yourself, the rain just got heavier and your class is at the other end of the campus. The cash 'gushes' out, you count them, stash it into your pocket, and dash to class. You avoid puddles, and the endless jungle of umbrella claded students. All transitioning between classes.

You reach the class in time, but hadn't any food, and got wet in the process. Sigh. You take a seat and hope that the day takes a turn for the better. What else could go wrong? You've just survived the nightmare.

After another two hours of classes, you're finally done for the day. You go to the gym for training and probably a good game on the courts. You head for the lockers, change into gym attire. Then THE WORST happens.

You're thinking 'what possible worse situation' could I get myself into?

What could make the above described day sound like nothing more than a small price to pay for a better day? Well, you're wrong. My string of bad luck just refused to give in.

I checked my pockets, only to find that the cash I just withdrew earlier in the day, had disappeared. *smacks self* Blardy awesome isn't it? Just when you think that your luck is starting to turn. You find yourself in a much deeper hole. You feel like screaming. You retrace your steps, but find nothing. No luck. To even think about the possibility is insane. You are in the middle of university. Thousands of students walk about the place. You just have to accept defeat and suck it all in. You may have dropped it while rushing in between classes, in the middle of the rain.

It would be a wasted effort if you were to try seaching for it now, but you try anyway. Hoping that luck may still turn. After a few rounds, you give up. You accept. I was foolish for not taking extra precautions, or being more careful, but what can I say? It was one of those days. You fall, you get up, you learn. And pray blardy hard that you NEVER make the same mistake again.

I now think back to what I said about students using half their break to work and then take a breather for travelling or just lazing about. I now think I have to work both weeks away. Sigh. I totally regret what happened today. I totally detest myself for it. I lost something. Something I've never done before.

But don't worry. I am fine. I have decided to make this a lesson learnt. Swearing to myself to never make this kind of mistake again. I just have to work my way out of this mess. Something I am totally capable of accomplishing. I just needed to rant about it. Let it out. If not I'd go crazy and beat myself up about it for weeks, months. I need to refocus myself.

I now look forward to finding a good paying job to help me get back on track. I hope I find one soon though. Because the place where I am working at now pays me in peanuts. And they don't give me enough work to begin with. Sigh. What a day, what a day.

Long overdue

I bet some of you are already sick and tired of me talking about other people besides myself. Time for me to come out of the closet and write about me, myself, my life. For a change. I is about time I stop with all the anonymity. You think?

I will post up some photos of what I have been doing during the past few months. Yes, months. That is why I said that it was loooooong overdue.

Here are some pictures of Eastern University Games held in Coffs Harbour back in July.






Our Captain.. Hail the AMERICAN!

Bernie from Germany.
He was our Captain in 2005.
Awesome dude.

Thomas also hails from Germany.

Masato Asada.
Guess where is he from?
*rolls eyes*
He was our setter.

Jake on his left, and coach Pat.

Party pics up next. We partied pretty much 5 out of the 6 nights there. It was awesome. I miss going out for parties. It is such a pity that this semester I won't be participating in the Australian University Games in Adelaide. They aren't sending a womens team this year as there arent enough players to participate. A waste really.

Here we have Rita and Thomas. Party animal. Purrr...













Jake, Rita and Faus. Another hottie on the womens team.

Masato, Thomas, Hiro, and Bernie.

Evelyn and Kat.
Evelyn is from Switzerland.
Kat is Australian.







Gawd. It took me about an hour to upload these pictures. *rolls eyes*
I have been getting really bad internet connection here at my new place. My landlord gives us crappy service. I will try to update when I've got better connection.

Over and out!

*edit*

More pics here!!

Here we are on the bus headed out to the party.
Rita, Evelyn, Faus and Alide.











Just a random pic of Bernie muckin around.

Rita here. Party girl looks tired, no?













Sign me sign me! Asks some random girl. Alide kindly obliges. I would say that there wasn't enough exposed skin to go around. She was pretty much covered up.







After a nights out partying, most of the team came home to this. Yes, he claims that he was sick and so hadn't partied much. I think it was more of the breakup, but shouldn't he be partying then? Get himself a rebound? I had no idea.

What a poser. Haha. This guy always does the funniest things.











Grrrr... Early morning grumpiness. A huh.
=)

Couple Fights

Incase you've forgotten, I live in a house with an Indian couple, a girl from Hong Kong, and the landlord's girlfriend, who by the way also hails from Hong Kong, or maybe from China? I don't know. I don't fuggin care anyway. But I have a feeling that she and the landlord are from China. They speak Mandarin ALL the time, and we all know most Hongkies don't speak Mandarin. So lets just label them hailing from China ok? Well, in other words, the landlord comes over ever so often that it feels as if he practically lives here as well. *sigh*

One thing I cannot stand, is couple fights. They get rowdy, fierce, and the shouting and quarrelling often gets out of hand. That is what I have to endure when the landlord comes over for dinner or for the night. I see it so often that I sometimes think to myself why the hell is this couple still, a couple. They get under each other's skin as often as a person changes his or her underwear. And I mean a normal person. Not one of those weird ones you meet who only change them once every few days. Eu..

Okay back to the plot. To make things worse, you all know how they are like when they speak. Loud LOUD loud LOUD. Even a normal conversation sounds like they are about to eat each other up. So imagine when they are REALLY fighting. Yeah exactly, much worse.

They only just started a row with each other, over cooking dinner. Can you believe it? The moment they came in through the front door, sat down in front of the television, prepared the ingredients to cook dinner, and started boiling the water, they are already at each other's throats. Obviously the prospect of being in the same room together made them feel like smacking each other. I cannot, believe this. Even before dinner. What, Dah, Fark?

They have just entered their room. Both being stubborn and not wanting to admit fault. They will probably eat dinner quietly and not pay attention to each other. The guy probably wouldn't apologise and there definitely wouldn't be any 'after fight sex'. Nah, impossible. This guy? No way. After observing the guy for nearly two months now, I can confidently vouch that this guy is a total pussy. A total pushover. And the girl? Total biacth. Well, that is what everyone else in the house think anyway. The Indian couple and the Hongkie girl made their opinions of her perfectly clear to me only after two weeks of living here. What a way to meet new housemates.

Ok, now the chinese couple are having dinner. And I was totally wrong about my prediction about them having a quiet meal together. They obviously haven't settled whatever they were fighting about before dinner, and now have begun quarrelling all over again. Great. And she seems to be winning the battle because she seems to be the loudest between the two and she seems to be the one doing all the talking. While boyfriend sits there with his head down staring at his plate. Definitely no sex tonight. Not like he ever has any anyway. I would know.

But if Indian couple were to fight over something during the night. There would definitely be after quarrel sex. THIS, I know.

Nausea

That is what I felt mid-way through a movie at the cinema.

This is how I felt watching 'United 93'.

I shamelessly walked out of the cinema 1 hour into the movie. Just when the terrorists were about to hijack the plane, United 93. I would have stayed on to watch, and probably save my 9 dollars worth, but I couldn't hang on anymore. My head was spinning, my insides were churning, it wasn't a pretty feeling. And what worse, I just had to give up right at the part where it got interesting, the hijack. Everybody was being sucked in by the atmosphere on the plane, while I had to take the walk of shame all the way from the back of the cinema, up till the side entrance where the big ole EXIT sign was.

Once free, I quickly dashed to the mens and quietly deposited whatever I had for lunch into the toilet. Am I that weak? I hadn't experienced motion sickness on a real plane before, let alone a boat out on water. But this??! I'm lost for words. If it was on a smaller screen then maybe I could have been able to stomach it. Just to let you know, the director took on a different approach in capturing the picture. Instead of the still and focused picture you normally get in the movies, this movie is shot as if taken by a person in the movie. Something like making your own home-made movie, with the shaky hands and all that. Not to mention the never-ending back and forth switching of scenes, plus shaky hands, a full proof recipe for causing nausea or motion-sickness. Well, in my opinion anyway. Or maybe I'm just being a wuss. You be the judge. Watch the movie, then let me know.

I have Hobbits...

It is such a weird thing, to be living with Hobbits. They aren't exactly Hobbits, but they sure share a number of similarities. They're short, a bit 'plumpy' (alright I'm just being modest!) they look like bloated up midgets if you ask me, and can be found eating 5-6 times a day. Practically once every 1-2 hours. They have early breakfast, 11-ish breakfast, morning lunch, afternoon lunch, tea, dinner, and not to mention supper.

Gawd, I myself feel 'fat' just by looking at them eat. It is terrible and disgusting. And I have two of them. Great. Two Hobbits under the same roof. It wouldn't really bother me if they ate decent food, what I meant by that is healthy food. None of that oily, fried stuff. But who am I to complain? They are Indians. Their daily intake of food always consists of oily rice, oily potatoes, and oily veg. They practically drown all their food in oil.

Eu..!

It doesn't escape me because the smell is everywhere around the house. I practically need to leave the doors and windows opened everytime I go home, just to get rid of the awful smell.

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Okay enough whinging. I've used up my daily limit to rant and complain. Now on to more interesting news.

I now not only hear the moans of the female Hobbit/rabbit, but now the 'grunts' of the male Hobbit/rabbit is starting to get louder. Maybe he does that because he needs to catch his breath every few seconds. With his belly in the way, I guess the whole affair would seem like a total body workout. Hence the wheezing and heavy breathing.

Anniversary

Today marks the 5th anniversary since Dad passed away. Has it been that long already? Time sure flies. I can only imagine how it would be like to still have Dad around. Would I be here in Australia? Would he have me study in the UK? I bet you Dad had a plan for me. A path planned for me to take. Probably make it much more easier for me than it is now. I had to plan my own path when he left us. It wasn't easy, being a 'spoilt' kid and always having to ask Dad for permission, things were pretty much made easy for me. I had no worries back then, the only worry I had at that time was study. Just study hard, and leave everything else to Dad. He knows best.

Dad was the gel which kept the family together. Since Dad left, the relatives started to drift, true colours were shown. Our family just got swept under the carpet. We had a big house, we were forced to move. We had a company, we were forced to sell. None of the relatives wanted to help. They were the ones who actually forced us into it. I still hate them for it.

Thank God Mum was strong. She took charge of the family. I respect her for that. Dad was always the breadwinner of the family. Mum just worked to supplement the family. Now Mum does her best. She started a new company from scratch. She is now venturing into another business. Good on her. Sister is doing well, she may be the youngest, but she is the one already earning the $$ now to help support herself. I'm proud of her too. My brother is in the UK. Finding his own way in life. I hope he succeeds. He tries his best. We have all evolved and progressed since Dad left. I am proud of my family.

Now I only dream of how things would be like if Dad was still around. We would probably still be in the same house at the corner of High Street (direct translation of Jalan Tinggi), or maybe the whole family would have migrated to the UK. Mum mentioned that Dad had planned for us to migrate there once my brother and I graduated from high school, which was only a few months away after he left. Dad had permanent residency in the UK. He had intended to apply for the family as well, it just came too late.

If Dad didn't leave us so early, Grandma probably wouldn't have left us the way she did. Losing both Granddad and Dad one after the other in such a short span of time was devastating. Granddad was inevitable, he fell down, had a stroke, and was bed-ridden. Dad had a heart attack 2 years after. It was a big blow for Grandma. Losing a husband, and her eldest child and son. Yes, I still believe things would be different if Dad was still here. We have grown stronger since then. We've moved on. I'm sure he is watching over us right now.

But we all sure miss Dad.

Happy anniversary.

FHorny h o u s e m a t e s

I only moved in not more than a month ago. The place is... how would you say, 'cozy'. The housemates are more or like the types where 'I mind my own business, you mind your own business'. Don't get me wrong, we do talk to one another, exchange pleasantries and all that sh*t, but that is the furthest we've gone in actually getting to know each other. I've got a girl from Hong Kong in the masterbedroom, a couple from India in one of the medium sized bedrooms upstairs, and the landlord's girlfriend lives in the other medium room upstairs. I live/sleep in the section behind the kitchen, or in other words in the living area situated at the back of the unit. Don't worry, the place ain't opened for all to see. Nobody gets to see me in all my glory, unless someone follows me home after a nights out at the bar, but that is something best kept to myself. I've got the section blocked off with curtains to maintain a little bit of privacy. Not like I need that much privacy anyway, I don't really give a rats arse if they do catch me doing 'anything'.

Back to the point..... I guessed you've already realised it huh? The fhorny ones are the indian couple. *shocked* They cuddle when they are preparing dinner, cuddle when they sit in front of the tube, cuddle while they eat (erm... sometimes, if they do it all the time I'd be exaggerating), but I'm guessing that they don't really cuddle all that much when they go to sleep. The two separate single beds says it all, no wonder I got a double bed in my room. *SCORE!* Anyway, fast-forward a little bit and after all that cuddling, kissing, AND foreplay, you'd be nuts if they didn't hit it on! And yes, they do hit in on at least.... three times a week. And THAT is the number of times I hear them at it, minus the times I wasn't at home, you do the math. I'm guessing they hit it on like a bunch of rabbits. Whenever they can and wherever they can. How would I know? It is because you can hear her all the way from the ground floor. A huh, eventhough I live on the ground floor, at the back, I can still hear her cries. I don't get 'excited' hearing her though. I actually get turned off by it. Imagine two wombats going at it. That's right, they aren't how would you say... Bollywood material. Eu!

Some might say I'm shallow, or some might say that I'm jealous that they are hitting it off and I ain't (well, I got to admit I do feel a little bit envious, I haven't had anything for a month now and it is driving me nuts BUT THAT IS BESIDES THE POINT!), but .. but.... Ok I admit, I'm just rambling nonsense. My other brain took over, so do not mind this post. It is just venting it's frustration. Peace. And NO, none of the girls at my house are pretty, or even attractive. So let's not go there. I'm shallow, enough said.

Pictures

Testing testing 1 2 3..... EUREKA! It works! *pats self on back*

Wet, Australian flag

What is up with the Sydney weather? It has been wet and cloudy for the past couple of days now. I've been trying desperately to dry my clothes out in the garden when I see a hint of sunshine, but my clothes are still wet! *grumbles

Even my bath towel ain't drying. I remember taking a shower early in the morning the day before, and left it out to dry (under a shade of course). It was a good 13 hrs before I took another shower that night, but my bloody towel was still wet! *fumes There isn't anything worse than having to wipe your wet body with a wet towel.

Today's weather aint as bad though. The sun is shining, the birds are chirpin, *listens*, nope, no wind today unfortunately. I'm now hoping that the sun alone will be enough to dry my clothes. I've got my devil printed boxers, smiley face printed boxers and, the most eye catching of all, the Australian flag boxers out to dry for the past couple of days now. I'm afraid the bunch of them are starting to attract too much attention. They are the brightest pairs of clothing out hanging, and yes, I'm starting to run out of dry undies.

Been busy, looking for a job, exams are coming

I've been delaying the inevitable. Eventually, sooner or later I'll run out of funds, begin using up savings, and then pray to gawd that mum sends me something that will hopefully last me the next couple of weeks. Don't get me wrong, I'd love to start a part-time job. Only thing is, I keep procastinating. I always leave things to the last minute. I promised myself that I'd get a job during the mid-term break, TWO whole weeks to search for one, and that was more than a month ago! And here I am, still jobless, but no more homeless. I've been living in a mates living room for the past month and a half. Now I've gotten myself a decent room to share with. The rent is affordable, almost half the price if I'd be renting a room by myself. My roommate is cool. None of those noisy, dirty, boring and calculative sorts. He is Brazilian by the way. Awesome.... and World Cup Soccer is just around the corner. *eyes glimmer at the prospect of entering the betting arena once more*
I'll only be here till the end of the semester, and so will he. He is only here for a semester as an exchange student, and I'll only be here till the end of semester because I pray/hope/beg that I'll be able to secure myself a permanent place to stay for the rest of my studying years here. I've been here for almost a year and a half now, and I've already moved thrice within that space of time!! I feel like a Nomad.
Alright back to the point, I've already done up my CV. Praise the lord! Now all I've gotta do is send them out. That will probably take me... another week or so. Or maybe over the weekend. Pfft.. I'm such a bludger. I desperately need the extra cash! I really want to take part in the university games this coming July, and that will probably cost me roughly about $700-$800 easy. Then there is this snowboarding trip to either Thredbo or Perisher Blue with my roommate. I seriously want to go snowboarding! Oh well, lets just pray that I get a job soon and at the same time get through my finals with flying colours.