cold mornings

last night’s attempt to sleep early was totally botched by a simple call. i don’t remember what i called andoo for but it eventually ended up being for dinner or something. but i passed out anyways and then got woken up for chinese food.

Not that it’s a bad thing, if i had woken up in my normal euros hours, i would never have made it in terms of actually finding food to it. then again, i should stop eating out so much, considering that they are expensive here in australia, and cooking for one isn’t hard.

i believe i mentioned i love burnt food before. After yesterday’s experience, i think i am going to lay off burnt congee. Linxy and leah made congee but somehow burnt it. i didnt mind coz they taste ok to me with some soya sauce on it, and its not like it’s wholly burnt or something. however, midway through the lunch portion of it (i had breakfast lunch and dinner spread out just eating congee), i started almost throwing up. i realised eventually it wasn’t that a chicken was lodge in the throat.

my entire body started feeling sick. for the 2nd time this winter, i am actually going to be sick. i cannot tell you how shit i felt at that point. it’s no fun having holidays and being sick. now i have this wanna-puke sensation in my chest, and a sore throat from the puking wannabe at my throat earlier on.

the only thing that cheered me up at this point though, is that today’s wednesday. another reason why i went to sleep so today would come sooner. my phone is finally coming back from sydney after being unlocked and i can finally use it, provided the technician, who’s a male species and at times terrible uncouth with handling phones, didn’t scratch it all too bad.

when i called up crazy john’s yesterday they said that they intended to call me (uh-oh, something’s wrong) because the guy WHO WAS SUPPOSED TO MAIL MY PHONE BACK ON FRIDAY… forgot to send it out. but he already did it on monday, so they said. so i am sitting happily here, hoping to get a call from them today. aussie mail is usually one morning and one afternoon, or so my uni’s office used to say. so if they dont call me by 12 i hope for one at 4. if not i am going to be so mad….

i know i know, it’s just a phone. i am just anxious.

results came out yesterday or something, and i did pretty well.. 3 Ds and 1 Cs. i wasn’t expecting to pass for the 4th but oh wells… i shouldn’t complain! preparing for the next semester now, i heard lotsa good stuff about biomed. which includes the teacher bringing in a silicone tit for students to feel!

oh yes, i wana feel that, so i can see and touch the very thing that man sometimes drool for on people like anna nicole smith and blah actresses. the very substance of FAKE.

but it’s a first year course. i wonder if i can just sneak into classes and pretend to be a biomed student.

i mean, after touching the silicone backing trays last week, i have been wondering how they feel. even though it’s just one layer, and its pretty maleable (i pulled and tugged it hard), you can’t deny that it’s tough. but my comments at Target about them being unlike real tits, and wondering how people can think they are real tits left a customer reeling, and he kinda.. walked out.

not my fault he’s squirmish. -.-

of course, linxy at that point in time decided that he’s embarassed to be seen there with me any longer, and we bought our saucepan and left

spoilsport. ^=^

waking up now to a cold morning, with a puking sensation and mists outside my window isn’t exactly a good combo. i guess i could have turned on the heater and slept with it on. but the heater in the living room is more comforting than that small one. perhaps, till linxy comes back later today… i will sleep in the living room.

oh man.

linxy returns from sydney today and i was having fun too rearranging the house a little. maybe i will take a photo of the now much neater living room when i could. linxy cleaned up the living room massively, but brought in the table and chucked it in the middle of it all. now i moved everything a tad… so that it looks better

i mean, don’t worry, he’s been ok for the last few months after my yelling session. but the comfort of walking around naked in the apartment, or in whatever form of nudity that i like with curtains drawn and no one around, is just simply too delicious. oh wells. maybe he had go home again soon. hehe

anyways… time to clean up the pots and pans that i fucked up in the process of re burning the congee…