giving a place
In the past… what, 2 months, we have been shifting furniture around to move. we have been busy at work, and when it comes to off days, all we want to do was to flop down and just sleep for the whole day and do nothing. Furthermore, meow went on an auto-see&piss mode, so i had a hard time catching up AND still be working.
Amidst all that, i had a friend who came in and asked for help as she has no place to stay after a year and so in canada - gap year if you have it. So first i did was “yeah sure”. The problem was, i haven’t seen her in as many months, and it felt awkward to have a guest AND not say anything to them. and i didn’t even charge her rent or anything
so when she came in, the house smelt from the cat’s piss, and i had boxes and furniture everywhere and things were just piling up. On top of that, i was trying to be the interested friend and ask her how her things were, holidays and all were…
and now, i found out how she’s been bitching about how smelly and messy the house is, how she’s glad to be out of here, and how i wasn’t giving her any down time.
am i supposed to feel embarassed, or sad, or just stabbed?
a meet-up!
ok here it goes! I don’t know if you guys are free but….
Let’s go dinner on Friday night? If we want to do Asian, there’s Wagamamas. Or, for a change, Italian, there’s Mama’s Trattoria. then a movie? Indiana jones? 
iron man?
real life beckons
Whilst games are fun, i am afraid alot of things are in order. exams are up shortly and procrastinating has to come to an end. i have managed to churn out essays, not that i didn’t. Unfortunately, i really want to ace this semester so i don’ need to hang back anymore.
There was also a wake up call today, whereby someone noticed my lack of interest in life recently. I have so many things going on at the same time so i can achieve everything, whilst struggling to have my own “me” time that i totally forgot about just… living. Next week i am clearing my annual leave mostly for work, partly to pack up this place and look for a new one. In the process though i will:
- organise less game time
- Clean up this bloody house
- GO AWAY from here so i can just LIVE.
- sleep
- Enjoy the sun.
- Go Church
There will be no time limit for these, just some form of organisation so things do get done.
Dear Rosie and Wadge and your attachments:
I will be away to sydney i think. Friday night i should be back. That fine?
^_^
being sick
every time i fall sick, it feels like some form of revelation befell me. sometimes it’s about the stupidity of certain individuals, sometimes my own, sometimes both, sometimes just about the hilarity of life in general.
i am currently sick with something that feels like the reverse cycle of a flu. first, throw up. then, cough. then, runny nose. w000… something new. /sarcasm
Due to me being sick, i couldn’t work for a whole week. in my opinion, when i first felt nauseous, i still thought “SCORE! i don’t get to see dumb and dumber tonight!” but now, i wish i can get out of this hole. it’s a wonder though, what people say behind you, thinking you wouldn’t hear it.
“she’s just faking it, we all have to work.”
“yeah, she’s going out tonight or something.”
“fucking bludger.”
no, seriously, you guys said that? i mean, sure i didn’t break my leg and landed in the hospital. but guys, this is not christmas. you know, as well as everyone else i have ever worked for, if i have to, i work through my sickness. we are also in a food and beverage industry - we HANDLE FOOD! surely you don’t want to spread shit around to customers?
some people are just so retarded, eh?
Sitting at home does have it’s advantages though. i have been catching up with some friends over msn. but sometimes, it just astounds me the amount of information they are willing to tell/ask me.
guy friend, “i seem to have problems cumming recently. i cum too fast! i can’t keep my girlfriend coz of that, how?“Â —> dude…. >.> do i want to know?!!?
female friend, ” my left boob seems smaller than my right boob you know. maybe i should get it surgically done? i have already made myself double eyelids.. hehe! ” -.-;; normally, boobs are just a little bit smaller, one from the other. surgery might make the difference bigger, no?
and heaps more. i guess i love the information drawn LOL…..
finally, some news. i think, fudge’s finally toilet trained. but in the most retarded way. he’s come to realise that the entire living room is for his taking. but his hutch?
that’s his toilet.
dancing around everything
oh wait, i haven’t updated in ages! zomg! gomenasai!
i have been real busy, school, work and what not. möe fucked me around too much, and i decided it wasn’t good enough that i was already there for like… 4 weeks? and no one still know when i was going to work, what my pay rates were like and the official stance about pay is. we are not talking about the grunts - the managers themselves had no clue. unless i complain and raise a heckle about it, i don’t get more shifts.
it is not my job to complain EVERY WEEK so i get more shifts.
i sat down with old boss. we talked out our differences, what he can do for me and what he can’t, what i expected and what my reactions will be. so i am back at old dinky place, with few benefits, slightly more pay, but with the familiar shit.
i know, i shouldn’t be back. it’s like asking for more. but after 3 places, 2 of which dick me around more than they should be considering their reputation, i rather the old familiar shit than not knowing which truck will hit my face.
it is funny though, everyone’s reaction when they know i was here to stay for good (till graduation). the bitches had been enquiring as to when i was going to leave. apparently when i was gone, they were lording over everyone. not that they are any better now, but there are some things that were, simply put, and still are MY territory. they may have fucked my manager, but unfortunately i have seniority over his little ass. i can walk out whenever i want, and i can have shifts whenever i like. it is only out of sheer human respect that i tell James anything.
Mel decided to quit her supervisory role, because of Don. Don and Cookie hates her to the core, and so they went out of their way to irritate and annoy her, not to mention leaving hundreds of things on her plate. i can understand why though - she was good BEFORE she became a supervisor. then, she suddenly decided she was better than everyone else. came in out of uniform, decide whenever she will be a supervisor and when she will not be. in short, she was just a more conceited version of Don.
And because old boss is really trying to improve the place, between our talks, and because of various other issues, Cook was fired. no, it’s obviously not because of me, but amongst the improvements he mentioned was Cook leaving. don’t get me wrong, i don’t hate cook to the point i wanted him gone. he’s terrible immature and full of himself sometimes, but i can handle it.
a few months ago, cook and boss had a falling out. to make long stories short, boss isn’t perfect, he made mistakes and cook called him out on it as much as boss called cook on his shit. boss said ok, he will change and he hopes cook does. 2 months down the road, cook not only stayed the same (nothing is his fault remember?), he stalked down this guy from the headquarters and complained about boss.
not only that, Don and Big Boy, another sous chef, called up headquarters and rat on boss being not around as much. Boss had his own reasons why he wasn’t around - it was personal and not anyone’s business to know really. he had to be there for his family, and the HQ had no qualms about it. infact, HQ were the first ones who suggests to boss perhaps he should fire Cook as his first choice of actions when he buys over the business.
there were many other things anyways, but boss had enough of Cook’s immaturity and manner of “sorting matters” out, which was to basically yell at boss. and so… cook’s fired.
personally though, i strongly believe cook manufactured the whole situation, but i won’t comment further on it.
and then…
i think i will eat him thanks!
…..why?
so yesterday, i went with a friend to buy furniture at harvey norman. alot of things happened, but i was wondering if anyone can explain this to me, since no one could officially give him a satisfying answer.
background on Friend:
F’s a hardworking dude. Been working for 11 years or more now, just kept changing jobs depending on 1) his apprenticeship, 2) the company’s needs and 3) his own satisfaction. he usually stays a year to 2 with the same company, but yer… the hiring climate here can get erratic in the private sector. he does not own a car, a credit car nor have a loan. He’s very financially cleared, and stable enough to maintain any purchases. any rent he has ever had was paid on time.
in 2000-2001, under AGC i believe, who later became GE money, F had a loan for a computer. then he decided to move to brisbane from his little hole, and was afraid he wouldn’t be able to get mails and be settled in time for the next payment or so. so he paid them $1200 to cover for the next 10 months or so, until he’s settled and to continue the payments as such. During that time, GE bought over the company. AGC’s personnel didn’t file in the paperwork for the payment F did.
By the time this was discovered, he had already “finished” up his final payments, not realising that they had not written in the 1200. talking to them frustrates him as he has a short fuse, so that was the end of it.
In Between:
last year, F wanted to buy another computer from Dell on credit line. he was declined the credit line and was not told why. so he got frustrated and left it alone.
however, when he applied for a mobile phone, he was approved (they check from the same credit file people).
Yesterday:
We went to harvey norman. First off, i will say the service wasn’t bad. i don’t know why though, the guy seemed so intent on helping us get “good prices”, and yet kept telling us he can’t do anything about it. we ended up trying to get away from him, “helping” him get the numbers he needs because he keeps forgetting what we told him we needed. Aside from that, he really can’t spell. he has no sense of phonetics, so even when we gave him a very very common name, as part of a reference, “michael” he asked “M-I-K-L-E-A-L ?”
….
and because of that, F’s short fused started getting shorter. the simple process of signing up for a credit line took an hour at least due to his inability to spell, to the point where i got light headed and had to go for a walk.
then, after all that bullshit of running everywhere, getting numbers for that hopeless guy, and waiting for him to learn to spell (and hearing him butcher english in every single direction) -
DECLINED.
apparently, F’s “bad credit” with GE will stick till next year (that’s according to what we have found out from his credit file), and of course, it might also be because he has only stayed at his present place for 2 and a half months.
but what stunned me was the lady’s (on the phone) refusal to tell F why he was rejected in the first place. when asked if it might be because of the fact he’s only just moved, she replied, “it MAY be one of the reasons, but i am not permitted to let you know as part of our loan policy.”
Excuse me if i am wrong, but isn’t a credit rating someone’s personal information? so why can’t you release his personal information to… him?!?
so, with the whole story above, anyone’s got an idea how to rectify the situation? i guess one way’s to talk to GE right off - but i think he’s right now very disappointed, emotionally off to talk to them. i mean, we have seen people who CAN NOT POSSIBLY afford it on like tens of thousands of loans - 3 cars, 2 bikes, a house and god knows wtf, and is still approved for the next loan.
and a guy like him, who have no loans, pays every thing on time and is rejected. that’s so not fucking fair.
any other alternative options to solve this problem? because all these “decline” is going to be on his file for the next 8 years too, might as well start doing something right, now.
a trip to Ottoman
It was Peter’s birthday last week. as a “late” present, Ted invited us all to eat out - his shout. He brought us to a restaurant i never knew existed, probably coz it’s hidden behind all the government buildings, but also probably coz it’s so expensve (35 bux for a main).
Since it’s ted’s shout, and it’s also a place he’s familiar with (the waiter recognised him omg!), he set to order everything for us while we just… had a cursory glance at the menu 
of course, this means i really don’t know the real names of the food you are about to see.
The restaurant is known as Ottoman. There’s a branch in Sydney, and there’s one here. The owner is also the head chef of the kitchen, and it’s basically a Turkish restaurant with a slight western twist. It’s also fairly seafood centric, which, from what i can gathered, is mostly due to the Chef’s love of seafood as well. It has as much seafood on the menu as there was meat.
as a starter, we had a tuna dish.
It’s drizzled with something like olive oil and some other light tangy sauce. the flavours were not overwhelming at all, allowing the tuna’s flavour to come through beautifully and even sweetly. They were not a big chunk of tuna, but rather shreds of it, so not only is it a nice sized entree, it’s beautifully made to slide down your throat gently. oh, and it’s fresh tuna, the way i love how fish is made, so it’s perfect ^^
Ted had a preference for their entrees over their mains, so we had literally 4 entrees and 2 mains. the next one was an awesome dish of mushrooms.
4 mushrooms (but divided amongst the 4 of us), pre marinated in some sharp spices and then grilled. The mushrooms were nice, warm and tender. And because it was so nicely cooked, the flavours just burst into multitudes of joy in your mouth - pepper, a little citric flavour (i am still deciding if it’s lemon or lime) and some herbs i believe. popped in with tomatos, it ends on a sweet note ^___________^
This next 2 entrees came out on the same plate due to a special request. Let me just say something right off the bat: i don’t like cooked salmon AT ALL. it’s hard for me to explain to you, however, let me just put it simply, i have never managed to find someone who can cooked it to the point where salmon’s flavour is not too overpowering. Raw salmons always manage to keep that flavour in check, but cooked salmon’s are often flavoured so much to keep the salmon taste in check that it’s either too salty, or too bland - or just plain doesn’t work.
The same happened here for the salmon roll on the left. It was too salty, and at the end of it i get hit with a huge salmon flavour. i love salt, so i was fine with the initial taste. that salmon taste threw me off though.
on the other hand, the wagyu beef on the right calmed my taste buds down somewhat. it was a nice sweet and juicy piece of beef. there were some mayonnaise on the top to calm down the chillis, so while it wasn’t spicy, it wasn’t too overwhelming or rich. just gorgeously slides down your throat in a bundle of happinness.
and then i finally realised why teddy didn’t like the mains. After having your taste buds excited by the mains, you wish for more of the same effects from your mains. if not same, better. the mains however were disappointing in that they tasted so ordinary. We had this braised-grilled duck, and and a lamb (that was too ordinary looking) for mains. While nicely marinated in some sauces (tasted like a blend of wines and some other sauces), the effect was ordinary.
it’s like something you could have cooked at home.
the mash was bland - could have done with just a bit more salt. overall, both dishes felt like they could have done with a bit more seasonings or salads - to which we were told later on that our waiter forgot to inform us we would have salads served with it o.o
finally the desserts came and we perked up again. From the left: some turkish sweets, mango sorbet and a hazelnut chocolate truffle.
each on their own tasted fabulous. i think people who knows me knows i hate mangos and papayas. They smell like vomit to me. But the sorbet was just beautiful a blend of sweet and sour and.. mango? ;p but it was still a gorgeous sorbet.
The turkish thing was nice and sweet. but the serving size was too huge, and the sweetness became too much - too rich as well.
The cake was beautiful too. i don’t think i need to expound on it too much - i love chocolate. ’nuff said.
but together, the turkish thing threatened to drown out the rest of the tastes with it’s sweetness, especially since i started on it first. i had to take a break, wash it down with some water before my taste buds stopped dying.
however, had it been just the sorbet with the turkish thing, or sorbet with the chocolate truffle, it would have been perfect.
overall, while ruined by the mains, the entire dining experience was good. The food was a little slow, but it was made up for by the fact we had so much bullshit to exchange. The service by the waiter was great, other than when we realised we could had have the salads.
ah… it’s been a while since i’ve been out ^_^
Dear Sheetle
ok i know i wrote this in your friendster, but you know, i don’t know how often you check any emails or friendster, and i have tried calling bruce to get you. but the shitty people there are both unhelpful and rude. i just need to know if you are even alive - and that’s considering your mobile is now on perma switch off or something.
PLEASE CALL ME SO I KNOW YOU ARE ALIVE. thanks. i am worried sick. this is the lamest way to contact a friend, but other than infiltrating bruce hall i have no idea how else to get you.
byes.
life and death
I was going to go home tonight, just to give norjit and her husband some space, because seriously, i am literally living here. i feel i am not giving them their little space, nor am i paying or working for it.
However, before she left today, she warned me she might be late home, as she has to visit her friend’s sick parent after work. I didn’t mind that, i can leave her keys in the mail box. so i waited, read news papers, watched CSI - then a text came from her:
“he passed away. we were just minutes away from seeing him for the last time, but he passed away..”
i am lousy at consoling people, i don’t know what to say. how do you tell someone it’s ok? that he’s in a better place without sounding cliche, rude or insensitive? i waited for her to come home, and gave her a hug, for which she whispered, “thanks… treasure life and what you have ok?”
it made me sad to see her sad, it scares me when we talk about death. not too long ago, both of us were in high school, terrorising our teachers and all we had to worry about was exams, tests and our little cliques. for me, i also had the additional burden of teaching my students as well, as a private tutor. now, our worries have escalated to bills, jobs, bitchy colleagues - and deaths of those we love.
With every death, there’s life, and every life a death. I just wish i don’t have to be saying farewell.
and i kept on moving…
sorry, i have been busy trying to adapt myself to this place that i once called home. everything is so different here now. it’s a wonderful place, but on the other hand, it’s no longer so “me” anymore. not that it ever was, but it’s probably even further on ahead now than it previously was.
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i went down to the embassy again on friday to try and perhaps lodge the application in before the weekend arrives, so i can at least have half the weekend spent at peace with myself that i have finally lodged my application in.
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when i was first told to come home, all i was told was that all i had to do was 1) talk to the person in charge here, and 2) fill in the application. because, apparently, they had the rest of my details on file. so fine, i arrived on friday, with everything filled up, and this time with the letter that the high commission told me i had to write as well.
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“but… you still need a NEW CoE!!!” said the person at the counter, the same rude, un-attentive person. he wasn’t listening to me on monday, and he certainly was not listening to me on friday. he commented, somewhere after that statement, that i was “excluded from the country” - which was correct - and proceeded to ask me if i had a letter from them (the country) that i have been excluded. this baffled me - WHY WOULD THEY WRITE ME A LETTER?!?!
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then it hit me: he decided that since my visa expired - it must have meant i got excluded from uni!!! “why would i get a letter from them? i breach a visa requirement, it is JUST and RIGHT that i should leave the country - not be given a letter to prove that i have been excluded?!”
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MAN! WOULD YOU LISTEN TO ME!?!?
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i finally got exasperated, and insisted he just take whatever i had on hand and DO something with it. i was just so sick of him. why, oh why, do i have to get him both times i go there?!?! why couldn’t the ticket had landed on some other personnel instead?
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then, the other woman i spoke to on monday finally explained to me, they need a new CoE because trying to get my present CoE through the whole thing would be the equivalent of trying to force a doctor to write a backdated medical certificate - the computer will not allow it.
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for fuck’s sake. tell me what i need all at the same time. i want to go home. I WANT TO GO HOME!!!
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i was scared, i was about to cry. everything is just… it’s just seems to be going wrong. i think she saw my face, and she waved my letter of appeal at me, “everything hinges on this letter, ok?” what am i supposed to write? a year and a half ago, i wrote a letter of appeal too, and i failed. i failed so miserably begging people for a chance at educating myself, how the fuck am i supposed to beg people to understand how it feels to be at this juncture?
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that i just.. want to go back to where i belong?
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i walked out into the rain, and just went home, a little dejected, a little depressed. all i want was to have a slightly stressless weekend. i woke up the next morning, and just decided to attend the evening mass.
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i have never pretended to be a spiritual person, but i have always loved God, no matter how little my display of love for him is. i was just a little more than desperate, and i didn’t know who else to turn to that could understand me more than Him.
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and i reached there, barely making it, since i didn’t know the time of the mass. i went in there, and they were reading… Corinthians. “love is gentle, love is kind.” heh. i don’t believe in coincidences, especially not in churches. as it rode along, i realise i wasn’t so much there to beg, as to realise that i should just trust everything in God. That whatever the outcome is, it was for the best.
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i have to believe in Him, for He love me so much, why would he let me be unhappy?
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but as it wore on, memories started surfacing. while i was converting, there were so many people who loved me, but whom i have always let down. there were the 2 people who loved me so much they wanted to be my God parents for the baptism, and for one, i was literally the daughter she never had.
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and i had let them down in many areas i don’t even know where to begin.
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i didn’t know if they had ever forgive me, or if they even want to see me.
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i started plotting a way to see them after church, since i was also intending to visit norjit. but when church ended, when i lifted my head up from my prayers… i saw the almost everyone that i totally missed out in my self absorption, the people that i let down the most.
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as i walked towards them, the tears came quick and fast, i was also scared they would reject me. every thought and worries about my visas went out of my head, because these are the people i do care for, but was also even more careless about than my visa expiry date.
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but when they saw me, all i could see was a surprised look, and then eyes that shoned with gladness, loving smiles and voices, and big hugs. very very big hugs.
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“welcome home cheryl, we missed you.”
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and i missed you too.
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i miss you too….
35.25 hours
… eh… that’s a lot of hours i have did this week past. oh wells, i am cutting down for this coming week anyways, probably not by alot, but enough to make a difference.
alot happened in the past week though, beyond just work.
oh erm…
hrm… i have been busy lately, what with exams and stuff, to update this site. i am probably more active on livejournal now because i have the option of choosing who i want to show my entries to. as such, i have taken off the plugin for connecting this site with that. it’s not that i am being deliberately secretive, however, since i am also posting up pictures of me and my work place, i have to make sure the people i show are the people i want to show to, and not just some randoms on the internet.
add in a couple of stalkers, and retard fucks, i really prefer letting only people i know, or semi know, see the rest of the people involved in my life.
moving along though!
my classmate, Emma, and i were chatting at her cafe in belco yesterday. so she was just grumbling about how short handed she was, and while she was glad they got rid of a prick that they didn’t like (but didn’t dare fire coz he reminded them of the little street punks back in china with lotsa “connections”), she was afraid of being overwhelmed. somewhere in mid discussion, i mentioned i don’t mind helping her if she’s really short handed. paid or not, i really didn’t care. it’s just a couple of hours anyways.
somewhere later last night, she msn-ed me, asking if i could come in and work today for her, prior to my classes, so i just said ok and turned up early and just worked. suddenly, our mutual classmate basically told me, “so how’s your first day here?”
“eh? just for today what… they are short today…”
“no, ems said that you be working for them permanently… as a casual, through out summer or something…”
“eh… !??! how come i don’t know?!?!” YA! how is it that all these important things flew past my head?!?!
now i suddenly felt cornered LOL… i have no shoes meant for this place. i mean, i have black boots, but… it’s not exactly work cover-alls. secondly, they are paying me 10 bux per hour, cash. it’s not bad money, considering that after taxes, at minimum wages, i had probably get the same. however, i had prefer a little more dough, coz i really really want to go home. at that rate, unless i am working 8 hours a day for them, for 40 days straight, i won’t be really having the excess money to go home and splurge on my parents.
Finally… it’s going to be awkward if i don’t want to work for them any more or something 
how?!?!
Wade’s Birthday
Ah… wade’s birthday was on wednesday. Linxy came back, we got him a present, and then went out for dinner at shogun’s. It wasn’t anything spectacular since Linxy actually forgot wade’s birthday, where else i actually remembered but wade, who actually wanted to organise something, didn’t actually THOUGHT OF ANYTHING!
In the end, dragging stugong along, the 4 of us had teppanyaki at Shogun’s. as far as i am concerned, Wasabi is better than Shogun’s, albeit with smaller serving portions. The guy at Wasabi was friendlier, fun-er and etc. but that’s just me and my opinion yer?
We ordered the Sakura teppanyaki set, which was the mid-range teppanyaki set, with 2 serves of Zensai Sashimi for entrees. This is because there’s plenty of stuff i don’t eat on the “better” teppanyaki set anyways, which costs like 20 bux more. might as well get a cheaper set that i actually like, and order the “extras” that i do like as well. turned out to be cheaper since we shared the costs. i don’t normally eat weird sea food, particularly one still with eyes or something. the squid was out for various reasons - it has 8 weird legs. the spring roll is a nice combination of seafood sticks, tuna sashimi and carrot, so that was bearable.
The sakura set consists of prawns and fish cooked in what i think is a mixture of shoyu and XO sauce, chicken and what they called, Shogun Rib eye fillet.
again, since there wasn’t much entertainment to be had, the food tiself was actually to take pictures of. one thing great about being with wadie, linxy and the rest is that we all talk stuff that we know 
it ranges from Lineage 2 (apparently there’s a bug that allows clans that forgot to pay their monthly clan hall dues or something to “reclaim back” their clan hall as long as they actually bid for it when the npc sets it up for bidding), to talking about them building new computers with sata raid hdd and how linxy now has 9 hdd (ahou, go buy like 320 gig hdd instead then, then it would be 5 instead of 9 -.- ) and exchanging shitty customers stories. E.g - linxy was talking about how an idiot customer called up about her email, and how she didn’t receive any emails. but it was there, in her junk folder coz she set up spam filters. for that, he got paid 180 bux. lol
yer, it was nice catching up with friends again.
i guess the only thing everyone was looking forward to was wade opening his present or rather, i hope he was. i believe all of us truly started watching anime no thanks to uni and it’s various stress factors, and then branched out from there to whatever else. we haven’t been able to catch anime lately for the same reasons, but linxy and wadie have still been downloading them anyways. Wade’s first anime was the ever ecchi chobits…
so we got him that, told him to give us his most ecchi pose, and i ended up laughing to hard not to shake. idiot LOL… he look so otaku-ish in this pose oh wells Meanwhile, stugong was busy checking out the girls walking past us. he wasn’t even trying to hide it. -.- we suggested then he put his savings to good use, and perhaps lavish his psp on me. his response? “YOU ARE ANNOYING AND TOO SHORT!” eh, excuse me? just because you stupid monkey over hit your growth spurt and ding 1.9m doesn’t mean i am short ok! YOU ABNORMAL WALKING POLE. everyone started threatening to send me off into some wilderness somewhere so i can walk home on my short legs… being bullied is a terrible feeling… bigots.
of course, the other great thing about talking to geeks like them is that WE UNDERSTAND EACH OTHER. walking past the new buildings, wade asked a rather random question, “ARE THEY GOING TO BUILD A WALL THERE OR WHAT? OR IT’S GOING TO OVERHANG LIKE THAT?!?”
stu: ” wade, walls are FOR n00bs. wtf walls” lmao~
talking about geekery, i just found out something last night. Hrm.. i was looking at some spoilers about Rozen Maiden, just off wikipedia and some anime’s wiki community thing. I had been reading for some days now, but have been glancing over some stuff just so that i don’t spoil it too much for me, which just made me want to watch it even more, particularly because:
1) i heard one of the main character’s (suigintou) laughter is horrible - erm… people who knows me won’t need any further reasons why i am so intrigued by this.
2) a couple of the characters are related to Anna Sui and Lolita Lempicka.
even for people who knows me, this is going to sound real rich - i actually do own perfumes and make up. i just, rarely use them. the reasons why i even owned them in the first place doesn’t even have anything to do with them being… for make up/going out reasons. it’s just because i was drawn to them, by the iconic symoblism, by their designs.
both of them stands for feminism, but not like, sweet pretty feminism. Lolita Lempicka was more… sensual, underlying sexy, but classy at the same time. the symbol for it was the Apple - in adam and Eve, and the colours were purple (which brings to mind what’s behind the symbolic colours of purple…). for someone who liked purple (i still do, but i don’t have my entire wardrobe all dark now), this was THE perfect perfume
Anna Sui popped by in singapore somewhere after that, and i got drawn to the entire concept. if anyone’s been to an Anna Sui cosemetic counter, you will know what i mean. It’s all black, purple, victorian, fluffy - a little bit of goth, punk, lolita, lace - feminine and loving it (don’t know how else to explain this).
which resulted in a craze….
yer… between them both, i have got my money well spent in those years where i was working full time. that’s right, some of these make up are about 4 years old now. i don’t even know why i still keep them, but i adore them so much because it’s FEMININE but not the subservient sort. not, “i am girl so i should be pink and sweet and just a show and tell piece.” ya~
ok, so i read too much into these things, but hey, people collect stamps, i collect paper bags, perfumes and make up why not ?
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fooooddd fooodddd
sigh. chicken briyani… this reminds me of the days when i was working in the call center of Aviva Insurance, or rather, when i was under training. Norjit and i had go to this nice mamak shop, which makes huge ass plates of briyani, and attempt to scoff down the giant plate. Briyani is like spicy fried rice. if i am not wrong, it’s cocnut rice, dumped with some other spices. this one has coriander leaves, some tumeric i believe, chilli, those curry leaves i forgot what’s it called, and some other obvious ingredients.
this reminds me though, i haven’t really cooked for a while now, ever since the rampage of assignments. will get around to it at some point rather than sustain myself on instant noodles.
yesterday was sheetle’s shout, we went to flavours of india after our respective classes –> although i was kinda late for various reasons :p
we also had lamb rogan josh - which reminds me of lamb rendang really, just more… spicy? ^^
simply put, it’s like lamb curry, sans all the watery-ness. ^^
god i miss singapore, it’s cheap food, and the varieties!
Dear Sheetle
Dear Sheetle…..
you’re a bad influence on me. i swear.
i mean, wow, i haven’t ate so much for lunch before. or even proper 3 meals (aiya… tubs of ice cream, tubs of mee goreng, can also la…)
but the worst thing is, YOU NEVER FINISH YOUR FOOD?!?!! WHY?!?! do you know… cows die for our steaks… lambs die for our lamb shanks… AND COWS GET MOLESTED FOR OUR CHEESECAKE!?!?!
i mean, seriously, how would you like it if every morning, you wake up to people squeezing your breasts?!?! damn pain one, ok!!! and now, it’s no longer human hands, which are at least warm and possibly gentler. how would you like if you are being molested by non-living things??? there’s no such things as an animal court. they can’t even sue.
remember what siva said - that’s why we have mad cow disease - because cows get molested by metal pieces rather than some living things. at least if it’s human, cows can at least PRETEND that those humans have some beastiality inclinations. but metal? wtf!!
and one thing i noticed, only with you i find odd things like this:
my poor innocent mind… got raped. and, by the way, why have you NOT NOTICED important things like KANGAROO TESTICLES?!?! they are such an important part of the Australian Aboriginal culture!
ok, so these are the fur-less ones. don’t diss the furred ones that you touched though - they are goddamn real. if the kangaroo was alive, you would have seens a 20 foot wang by now. ^^ it would be amusing though - to see kangaroo wang. makes me wonder if they are like cats’ wang. retractable sword style O.o
but anyways….
yes i love you sheetle. you just got to be more… dutiful to those poor animals who produced all those food for you. make their life worth it and stop wasting food!
panda~
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FOR MY L2 HOMIES~
meet the new additions to my family ^^
Dinner at Iori’s
Well, to start off with, i have always loved iori’s. i have never really needed to travel beyond civic for food that will sustain me, and so iori was like this godly Japanese restaurant on the top most of japanese food pedestal. prior to me earning money though, a dinner at iori’s would have killed my pockets badly. however, ever since i have actually been working, iori was a gift to myself every now and then if i did something good. ^_^
The past few visits to iori were simple, quick ones. Sheetle and i love iori, but neither of us could afford a proper meal there. so tonight, both hungry assholes that we were, we decided to splurge there and worry later. most importantly, i have been sustaining myself over instant noodles for the last 3 days, simple because of assignments. don’t see anymore need for torture!
we had dragon rolls as starters, which we shared. these things are so awesome. unlike the so called ebi rolls at Cold Storage, Takashimaya, the Fried Ebi here are WARM, fresh from cooking, and warm enough to be eaten, not too hot. Contrasted nicely with the soft, smooth and cool avocado, it was a melt-in-your-mouth experience. fabulous~
too much flash there, sorry, but damn, the food was hot <3 <3
i had Ramune all this while <3 <3 but then, i think i almost broke my wrist trying to break the balls down. muahahaha…
Gyu Soza (or something like that, god i can’t remember the name again!) it was entirely sweet, tender, and everything a meat should be. except, this is where everything went wrong. while munching through my tender beef, i bit something hard. i thought such nicely sliced beef shouldn’t have any bones in it, but figured meh, they might have chopped wrongly, and decided to pull out, rather than swallow (because sometimes, i like to eat bones…) and check out the wierd bone. i do this since i was young, a real bad habit. i had imagine how bones work on animals, and what gives you.
except, this wasn’t a bone. it looked like a broken staplet. at a sharp angle.
i cannot tell you how horrified i was. it’s not the usual “omg i could have lost my voice” thing. i always always had this fear of sharp things going at my throat. i am scared of dying from a piercing through my throat. i had watch movies of people stabbing others via their throat, and instantly my hands had fly to my throat.
in short, a tiny phobia.
i wanted to retch. i was scared. but hell, it was good food. if i die happy, so be it. i chomped through it, even though my stomach was no longer hungry. admittedly, i was partially full by then, the staplet just topped the rest up.
at any rate, i pointed it out to the staff, and continued eating, trying to ignore that idiotic staplet by the side of my food. it wasn’t anyone’s fault really, accidents happen. but like i said, i was really, really horrified. after like 20 mins or something, they came out to apologise.
and when i said apologise, i didn’t mean, “sorry mate, you ok there?” it was, “OMG OMG GOMENASAI, OMGOMG, YOU OK? IS THE FOOD GOOD?!?!” i felt so sorry i ever said anything. it was nothing big, at least not to me. it’s dangerous, but accidents happen, freak ones too. if i could have died, or lost my voice, anything, then omg, it happens. but they kept bowing, the poor guy looked like he was worried i was about to choke blood or something. i kept smiling and said it’s ok, don’t worry.
then we got 2 food vouchers, as another sign of apology from the company, who by now had like 2 kitchen staffs and 3 waitresses standing at the door of their kitchen staring at me and pointing. i was so so so sorry…. i didn’t mean to get anyone in trouble (further explanations later).
so we were finishing up, i was still enjoying my food. as long as i still had my food, things were ok right?
then the cute waiting staff, whom i shall call Nyanko-Chan (cat girl), came and pick up our dirty plates. she kinda didn’t realise there was still soya sauce in my little sauce dish though, and spilt it over my camera and its pouch. Nyanko-chan looks like a kitty, and she has a small voice, i was ok with the spill. hell, it’s not like she drowned it. but the manager was there, and he went schizo apologising yet AGAIN. i think he was mortified, and about to tear. bowing and bowing, he grabbed those warm cloths that we wipe face with after a meal, and offered to clean it off. in my hurry, i didn’t recognise his vest as the managerial one, and quickly wiped everything away so nyanko-chan wouldn’t get yelled at.
after bringing the plates in to wash, he brought out Nyanko-Chan to apologise yet AGAIN, for dirtying my camera, and offered to pay for the washing of my camera cover T_T i was mortified this time by the attention paid to me. i was never treated this nice back in singapore, and uh, well, it wasn’t even a BIG issue. soya sauce… gives me a reason to chuck that grey ipod pouch away.
by then, i got a little too worried. Aiko, my friend who works there, once told me how she spilt the shoyu, and got murdered by the boss there for being a clumsy oaf. i didn’t wish that upon anyone, much less Nyanko-Chan, or the manager, or any kitchen staff. hell, i love their food. if they guna get yelled at, or worse, or fired!!!! i will run out of good food! NOOOO!!!!!
walking to the counter, lumbering around from the excesses of food, the poor manager tried to explain to me, TWICE, that the food was on the house since they committed so much errors. i stared, and made him repeat what he said. i have nothing against free food, but… i felt bad. it wasn’t like, i couldn’t eat them, or they tasted bad. it wasn’t even the service was crap. sheetle was like some mad woman yelling at him, “ARE YOU SERIOUSSSSSS” *face palms* (eh woman, damn pai seh sia… knn what kinda reaction is that?!?!)
he apologised 20 times in a row yet again, and said they were serious. and i fell out on to the streets still wondering why wtf and hope that no one gets yelled at tonight.
look, i love iori. iori’s jap food is not only authentic, it’s fabulous. food just melts into my mouth happily. this is just a ONE OFF incident, and we gained a 90 bux meal or something out of it. i don’t think that was right i wasn’t even angry, upset, scared, mortified. we were going to go back at some stage anyways, before sheetle disappears. so… poor nyanko-chan~
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Dear Jess
Dear Jess,
half of this post is dedicated to you. i know you are feeling sad, and trying not to get down. some times, relationships don’t go our way. we learn and then let go. clinging on might make things worse, and sometimes, relationships are more about giving than expecting any returns. in the end however, if he does not change for HIS own good, there’s only so far and so much you can do. 
i will still love you though, and be there to hug you when you need ^_^
oh.. and this is a picture especially for you~
^_^ i think u had agree ^_^
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went out again with sheetle… what’ new on sundays? :p we were supposed to go for floriade, but neither of us was actually feeling well enough for it. one’s tired from her essay, the other is stressed from thinking about her essays. oh i know, i should always start earlier, and what gives. the planning part got annoying so i put it away. will get it done by 5pm though, no worried.
i found something new in superbarn though - Tim Tam Pink Wish. 10cts from each sales goes to the Breast Cancer Foundation. so i bought one. i haven’t had tim tams since i left burgmann anyways lol. it’s funny how college communal influenced me so much.
it’s just the normal chocolate timtams filled with strawberry… reminds me abit of hello panda cookies, but 10 times the size!
of course… there’s always the obligatory food devouring picture…
/eat!! :D i think i am just going on those academic stress binge. i honestly have no idea why i have been food craving since i returned from melbourne, other than the possibility of me being too pampered by the variety that i found there.
we went to gus as well, for a little deserts. i blame eliz. we started talking about the different varieties of cheese cake for no absolute reason. so in our little.. uhm… urge, we swooped into gus cafe. hog’s breath ran out of their strawberry cheese cake so we couldn’t go lick up the plates more.
but we did have this beauty~
the only complaint we have? we ordered a latte, a chocolate milkshake and TWO cheese cake. funny person forgot to order 1 more, and the coffee maker forgot our latte. i was worried about missing the last bus, it being a sunday, so we forego it. they took ages to bring out the cheese cake as it is so i couldn’t risk it.
need to hunt for more cheese cakes!
on the whole though, i have come to a conclusion - the hardest to eat cheese cakes are from cafe macchiato. they are often over frozen, and their ice cream are like ice rocks. once you warm it up in your mouth though, the cheese is actually quite nice and creamy~
^_^
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some changes
I met Teddy today for lunch. It wasn’t anything spectacular, just Ali Baba’s, but we sat there to talk and talk, and also to help him hunt down a place to stay in. he was going to move out with me in November, but his mum decided to come “look after him” for 6 months. so i can only move out in june/july next year. he isn’t the type to move about much though, and decided that regardless of when his mother leaves, we are staying put in that particular place. Gungahlin caught his eye because of it’s location: it’s quiet, there’s a lake, and zomg… beside some of the newer houses (it’s a newly developed area), there’s… cows… ALOT OF COWS!!! i am itching to tip them over.
he wanted me to help him look at some houses, and we went from street to street, lane to lane, while i just got really raptured by the surroundings. it’s new, very new.. there were some shops in the mall that barely had the chance to move in even. alot of new townhouses built there haven’t even finish building, and because everything is low-rise, all i see is the sparkling lake, or the nice green hill/mountain thing nearby. the weather was beautiful too: a gentle warmth from the noon sun, and a huge breeze incoming from the lake. i could have just died there, and i would have been happy.
or i could have died from embarassment lol. Teddy was so enthusiastic about house hunting that at times, he just walks right into the property, without remembering the house numbers; he had also climb fences to have a look at the backyards. the worst thing though, was how in his enthusiasm, he sometimes drove on the wrong side of the road: THE RIGHT SIDE! we were lucky a couple of times, some people gave understanding smiles (thinking that he probably came from those places that drove on the right side). but the last dude was so mad he started screaming “BLOODY AMERICAN ROADS!!!”
o.O i don’t know how that’s related. ok so i do, but how would u know?
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More gaming and then some
Well! This is running along nicely, i am able to update lj from here, and then lj updates my multiply ^_^ 3 blogs at a go, now if i can line the rest up proper… *twitches*
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Work
Was called in to work tonight as we were “short staffed”. The truth of the story was, they were just trying to get me to train someone tonight. I was so relieved when Niccie got the job of training newbies that i just totally ignored the fact i was more senior than her (and thereby ignoring my responsibility of needing to train anyone). so, it was unexpected and i was TRICKED INTO training tonight - someone i should just nickname Harbour.
to just make the long story short: she’s very clueless, always daydreaming and hard to draw her back into focus. The most spectacular part of the training tonight, was actually teaching her how she should look after her section: the basics. aka: you should clean your tables and set them before considering other people would do that for you. The funniest part of this training was that, when i hinted to her she needs to be more specific and detailed about cleaning with her section, she just shrugged it off, and kept going up to chat in the bar. I am quite sure when i was told to ensure she knows how to do her job, she heard the bit from Chewbacca that he would FIRE her in about a week if she doesn’t pick up.
obviously though, it seems she has again, heard nothing. her deafness astounds me, even when we call her by name, she has absolutely 0 response.
anyways, that particular table i was concerned about, was not set for about an hour. finally i pointed it out to her, what i meant by LOOKING AFTER YOUR SECTION. and the first thing she said was: “oh, those customers from the other section stole my cutlery. i thought they would put it back…”
*face palm*
you realise, if people took it, it meant they need it. why would they 1) put it back or 2) clean it and put it back? *shrugs* we get really strange recruits sometimes. really.
The light of tonight though, has to be this cute blondie little baby girl. she kept running around the restaurant with a parent guiding her. every time she reaches the top of a flight of stairs, she had raise an arm in victory and shout “AH!”, as if she just conquered everest. she was just so adorable, that i ate her, while she was laughing and gurgling. it was an unconcious action, i swear. when her mum tapped me on the shoulder though, i turned around only to realise that i almost slapped her face with her kid’s legs hanging out of my mouth.
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Lineage 2
in the past 2 years, i have went from a strange friends only clan (due to some unforeseen circumstances), to big, strong, pvp oriented clans. most of them still PVE heavily, but pvp was the final goal. In all my clans though, i have always been either the only healer, or the rare healer in the clans. or, at one point, the only live healer. i love being a healer, and it’s not because it’s an easy job. it’s because i get to live the “life” that i couldn’t be offline - someone who can give you another chance to live again, to fight again. to be alive again.
in each clan’s scenarios, i have always been there, supportive as i can in the role i know how. over time, i garnered enough fame to be one of the best healers, or perhaps the more famous ones, ranging from Freja, Celus, and what gives you. obviously, there were the other more “famous” healers - those to avoid - that i have also grown to hate. Magicmuraki and Ocinara are my personal hate lists - more because they ruin the good name of EEs in general. They are those, who had wear light armour, who had get their entire party killed because they are too busy TANKING for their parties, and then wondered why everyone died. Magicmuraki though, had a weird personal vendetta: to kill whichever party that opened up a space for him as a healer. because he thinks that being such a shit class, he shouldn’t be given a party at all, so all people who parties him are stupid, and therefore should be allowed mass deaths. -.-
in short, useless bitches.
there was even a time, when people in my party died, i actually cried, because reality and virtuality blurred for me. there was so much of Jason in there that i was trying to save in my own little warped mind.
moving along though…
in my very first few parties with my present clan, i don’t know if i should laugh or cry. There’s the clan leaderess thing Gothy, who’s literally a tanking EE in Tallum Light, holding Duals, level 60 something something. she had go up and tank group mobs while i am trying to get my brains straight together. the funniest thing is, she had outdamage even dorfs sometimes, enough to draw aggro. sometimes i wana stab myself, because that’s not the EE lifestyle i am used to.
Then, there’s Seth. Welcome to a whole new meaning of EE. Full Nightmare Heavy set (more of a paladin tank set if you ask me), and Great sword or the A grade version looking of it (forgot name now). The casting speed was so uber, i thought that battle heal was actually the level 35 heal. and i stood there wondering WHY would anyone use a level 35 heal when Gothy was about to die (from tanking). and, he was casting our level 1 curse weakness, on every single mob. An EE wearing a Tank set. it still breaks my brains when i think about it. i remember biting jake’s arms off when i saw Ocinara in Tallum light, and yet there’s someone wearing an armour that we don’t even have skills for!
When i asked why the heavy armour, Seth’s argument was, “i don’t want to pay 900million for everything, the helmet is insane! and it protects me more than robes!”
at that point, i kinda just stared at the monitor. i tank in robes when i had to… u know, when drawing aggros via healing. i haven’t so much as died yet except when i lagged to the next planet, and my mp was still ok. so, the heavy armour thing just.. yer.
This morning, as i tried to explain to Seraph about my clan, and where i even found them (no they aren’t from some cave u bastard), i realised i was laughing so hard. i think we both were. i like this idea of insanity. Gothy kills daggers, i don’t know what Seth kills, and i kill Archers *HINT*HINT*. i am still struggling over what i am used to, and trying not to sound like a prick when i ask them questions as to WHY they are doing weird things. i don’t really care at the end of the day, they are nice people. i am just… very… very… VERY amused lol!!!!! (noodle, u really should play with them, u would cry too…)
of course, sometimes i feel awkward. everyone’s EE doing something not their class… and i am desperately trying to sit around and making sure i have enough mp to heal them and
SOE them out of there in case they get in a corner - an EE job. then again… O.o maybe… i need to do my job lol
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Sweet Home Canberra
My original reasons for wanting to go melbourne was because
1) i was getting homesick
2) i need to get out canberra
3) i was stressed like fuck.
However, Melbourne also brought a new perspective to me in various ways. When i came home to the peace and quiet that was Canberra, the familiar coldness, i felt at ease. The ceaseless amount of people in Melbourne drove me nuts. It’s not as mad and disorganised as Sydney, but the sheer amount of people boggled my mind. i have always been afraid of crowds, which is why i am not such a city person. It’s not like i had a breakdown in Melbourne over the number of people, i just felt so out of place. when i came back, i felt like kissing the very grounds i walked on, simply because everything’s so beautiful again in my eyes (and of course, several miles away from a threat that was almost making me want to stab someone).
yer, it was a much needed break.
i think, what warmed the cockles of my heart the most was when i walked into the restaurant last night, ready to work (physically) while my mind was still trying to get used to the fact it’s not holidays really (the mental deprivation), i was enveloped into arms and arms of love. It was gratifying really, to know that i was missed and loved. it felt so comfortable to be back, doing the same things i had been doing for the past year (yes, just 1 more week and it’s my 1st anniversary with my workplace), that even jerkoffs who turned up 2 hours later for their bookings didn’t deter me.
There was cookie and his bogan yelling of “Shazzaaaa!!!!!”, Lou’s random throwing of food from the kitchen, and the ceaseless amount of hugs from the girls. And that one regular. He works for some consultancy and construction thing, i don’t pry very much. we had a nice long chat this time around, because i just “came back” to him. i know it was only like 5 days or thereabouts… but that 5 days was strangely so long that coming back is God-sent.
Sheetle and i went out for a feast when i arrived home though…
and then the choc fest
These were bought from Patchi at Melbourne Central, a French - Lebanese Chocolate Confectionary. These were Lebanese chocolates, really nice. i was licking my choppers ages after they were already cleaned, trying to drag more chocolate from it then possible
of course, coming back have it’s own problems too. The moment i got online, there’s the usual R and her begging of me to help her do her assignment. I don’t mind helping people with their assignment, but she’s literally asking me to do her entire assignment for her, and also because she’s apple polishing cum begging so hard i want to puke. of course i liked to be loved and praised, but when u go beyond a certain line, there’s also the sincereity. ugh.
life in Canberra <3
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Melbourne trip
To say that i didn’t entirely enjoyed myself through out this trip would be a lie. i missed Gin, and i do like melbourne for it’s good mix of modernity and old-school. whatever happened in melbourne was entirely in a class of it’s own, and i should have expected it, but i guess i trust people too much. or perhaps, i trust my ideal of them? maybe.
i took a 9 hour bus ride to melbourne, which was a little tiring, but nothing out of ordinary. we stopped at a nice place, halbrook i think, which had good adequate quick food, and a nice little snack bar. noted that coke has some classy looking new cans, but that was really it. at about quarter to six, we all got woken up by some loud jazz music that the driver accidentally hit, but he’s a nice dude, so all’s forgiven.
Day 1
arriving somewhere at 8a.m is an unearthly hour for me. you guys know me well enough, i don’t normally even SLEEP at 12midnight, much less wake at 8 a.m. 12 noon was my hour of waking. zombie like, i found my way to flinders, where edmund met me and brought me home, which was the above homestead. it’s a nice big house, a little on the old side. his housemates are the coolest i have ever met. too bad i won’t be able to find similar housemates here. the singaporean student population here is not as crazy as that of melbourne’s. anyways, i took a nap and when i woke, we had some ramen, and trundled off to philip island to watch the little penguin parade.
unfortunately, because penguins are easily frightened to death, we were not allowed to take pictures of it. you may wonder, eh, without flash, no problems right? trust me, it is not an easy feat to stop retarded tourists from doing stupid things. from the germans who even took FLASH PICTURES of the rangers themselves (no flash photography after a line), to the chinese who refused to sit even though u had rangers straining to tell them to sit the fuck down, no adults seem to understand instructions the moment the penguins come out.
and everyone knew the reasons why we were no supposed to take picts - flash scares them. when we walked out, hundreds of flashes went off at a poor penguin who went off the path. it didn’t know what to do and wandered sadly in circles at its spot.
it was all a learning experience though. The penguins were so tiny, most were no taller than 20 cm i think, although the average height was supposedly 30cm, according to the rangers. when the sun goes down, the penguins who were fishing the whole day comes home. the problem is, between the coastline and their homes in between the bushes, the penguins that are full of fishes are vulnerable to attacks from all angles, first because of their height, and second because of their portliness (and then more reasons). so, a ritual forms, where they would line up in groups of about 15-30, and then waddle all into safety. if one penguin turns though, for any particular reasons, all of them runs back into the safety of the sea. this all made sense though, because something that poses a danger to one, can be a danger to all. numbers means that it’s easier to protect all, but at the same time it can be fairly tedious like when we saw this group returning to the sea for like 6 times in a row.
also, it cleared up some weird story i heard ages ago. i was reading somewhere, that penguins were gay. while there were few “divorces”, according to some article i read, most penguins do stay with their partners for the rest of their mating lives. the problem was, penguins were generally gay. however, i asked the ranger to ascertain the truth to it, and she laughed so hard -.- it turned out that the story of gay penguins churned out from some time ago, where a known male penguin started rearranging rocks in a strange pattern, then proceeded to sit on it like they were eggs! and hoping they would hatch!
identity crisis much?
but the truth was, penguins are very faithful, unless a female fails to reproduce, then they will “divorce”. sounds a little archaic to me.
that pretty much was all we did though, since the ride to and fro from philip island was 2 hours. we went home, had dinner, and lights out…
Day 2:
We were supposed to go Mt Buller, but we supposedly overslept. i guess, if i wanted to, i could have waken up at 5a.m or something. but you know… this is meant to be a holiday… and if Edmund couldn’t wake up, i don’t see why i should either. of course, waking me up at 8 a.m later on was kinda retarded, but that’s not the point of this post.
i don’t quite remember what time we got up, but gin called, and wanted to meet up to go Boba for lunch, and then some window shopping.
Unfortunately, i got too hungry and just ate everything without taking a pict la. i went for nyonya chicken curry, which was extremely milky… i like!!! edmund had some durian milkshake or something. i grew sick of durian since i was 10, having it as a milkshake was going to be a torture, so i went coke instead. Gin had some bak chor mee - mince pork meat with noodles (and other crap in it).
we went to window shop around bourke street, which was like this uber long street (and back alley) worth of china town. it makes me cringe to remember the “size” of our “china town”. of course, the taste of the fashion sense in bourke street was distinctively hong kong-ish. there were bits and pieces of japanese stuff as well, and also many comic books, mobile phones and even asian cinema stuff. but every time i look at one.. i just think how JAKE CAN DOWNLOAD THEM FOR ME (HINT AHEM HINT) so i just nicely and unwillingly turn away from them.
Gin left mid way though, saying she had to meet someone for about 30 mins. but she never quite came back, and so we went home to have dinner with edmund’s cool housemates. i miss singapore mostly because of the un-inhibited way the people talk crudely. there’s freedom of speech here, but sometimes even *I* draw horrors with the way i talk unabashedly about how small don’s penis is. despite sometimes sounding racially and even sexually off, i just love how they swore, in hokkien and singlish and what gives you lol!
e.g: Leonard was driving us to the chinese place to eat, and then some chinese people decided walk into the way he wanted to drive into. he got terribly mad, and started yelling his hatred right into the car, “FUCK!!!! CHINESE!!! FUCK!!!!!!!!!”
yes, i know there’s really nothing funny in it, but i miss crazy singlish accents and crap, so sue me.
Day 3:
I woke up early, again because i got disturbed, but also because i needed to go church. to be honest, i haven’t been going church regularly since i moved here because it was hard to find a decent time to go church. i don’t really like the mass we have at uni, so if i was lucky and wake before the buses gave me a miss, i actually managed to trundle to church. since i got disturbed every morning, and i felt uneasy anyways, it wasn’t hard to wake early.
i guess i haven’t been out of canberra much, but i have always seemed to remember this church, and remembered too that it was in Sydney. so imagine my surprise when i first saw it the day before. This is St Francis Church. There were literally like… 8 masses on that day. i shouldn’t be surprised, comparing it’s location and the population of Melbourne. the mass was packed, with old and young alike, and the choir was amazing. it was a beautiful church on the inside as well, but i took no pictures as mass was on-going. i did buy a cross as a souveneir though, and because i have always wanted a cross at the head of my bed. i collect rosaries.. and now i guess crosses too
This was an amazing day though, in the most holy sense. From sporadic church attendance, i attended church twice today. Gin suggested that instead of wasting my time waiting for her to finish church, i might as well go with her for her service as well. we were going to study that day, as we both have assignments due in. From a ritualistic mass, to a spontaneous, free-spirited service, there were obvious differences, but it wasn’t such a huge difference such as that between city-Harvest church and a normal Catholic church. it was, infact, like the usual ones i had at school back when i was in St. Margaret’s.
I guess today’s readings, and the some messages from the service connected with me.
readings from Mark 7:21-23
“From within people, from their hearts, come evil thoughts, unchastity, theft, murder, adultery, greed, malice, deceit, licentiousness, envy, blasphemy, arrogance, folly. All these evils come from within and they defile.” - New American Bible Version (no i don’t carry my bible everywhere, but i have this in my room so hey, get use to it).
From a speaker, not fully in context, from the service:
“that people remember fathers for whatever they do, both good and bad.”
There is nothing that fully relates to my trip here, but i want to talk about this anyways. i will admit, i am not the best christian there is. i LOVE to gossip, and sometimes my words were meant to harm. i had love to think that humans are inherently good though, however society do corrupt us. however, as humans, we do have the choice to do whatever we want, and here, is where the human is most vulnerable in. i know that sometimes i choose to gossip, rather than settle matters face to face. i HATE confrontations, and as such chooses the easiest way out by complaining, venting my anger somewhere else just so that i don’t have to do things i don’t like.
i guess ultimately, the ones that i hurt are also the ones that i am trying to hide all these from. for that, i am sorry. There’s no doubt that i love you, Gin, no matter how much you annoy me and frustrate me. there will never be a doubt on that.
From the father’s day message, came the bit that was fairly… sad. that sometimes, not all fathers are caring, loving or even the slightest bit accomodating. having a father that was once harsh beyond understanding, i feel i can understand a hundredth of how abused children feels. if i only can reach out and hug away those memories, i would do that.
moving along quickly now, i will just condense the next couple of days down to a few mentions:
i went to melbourne uni to find the convenor for Swedish language and Culture. however, she wasn’t in, and never replied my calls. it’s no big deal though, as i found out the most basic thing i need to know - i can apply for cross-institutional, but the open dates would only be available to me pretty much next march. so i have nothing much to worry about. for now. i took a walk around melbourne uni while waiting for Gin to finish her classes. the buildings were semi from the gothic period i believe, resulting in some fascinating achitecture.
i also met some of Gin’s uni mates, which were literally 99% singaporeans. kinda funny when you think about it though: Melbourne sounds very Singaporean now. everywhere i go, i can hear that singlish twang. it’s so hard to avoid: home away from home lol. however, singapore’s not so huge that to travel home i have to take 1 hour from city so meh. she has some fairly… interesting friends!
i went sight-seeing mostly on my own. Melbourne Central has the most interesting shops, for shopping, for chocolates and for pets. people were crowding around the pups, so i couldn’t take picts of this one, but pups were being bred mainly for selling reasons. They were to cater to the “cute” loving crowd. there were the ones where chi hua hua were bred with cocker spaniels, and various other breeds. while immensely cute, i can not help but feel angry that pets are degenerated to this point - hi, let’s have cute puppies so people would own them and love them k?
after eating ramen on my last day there, i felt really drawn to some buildings at the back of the street. i don’t know if i should be surprised, or to find some hidden meanings in all these. but the buildings i felt drawn to on the day that i was uberly pissed off were: the parliament house, the Department of Justice and the St Patrick’s Cathedral - a catholic church. Irony? Fate? maybe.
by the time i finished my walk, i decided i have seen enough, and experienced enough. to stay longer would be to test my patience, to test the situation there, when there was no need to. i would seriously be asking for it. for that, i booked the returning bus trip home. it was no biggie, but it would be a hell long time before i get to see melbourne again =/
For You:
you know who you are. i don’t have to name you, and i know chances of you reading this is a 50-50. but hey, you deserve this mention. I would like to thank you for the things you did for me. however, for the things you did to me, i felt that was un-called for. i am not a whore, but nothing in this life is free eh? why push the matter when you knew, by the third try, that i wasn’t going to be in it? what happened to, “if i can’t be a good lover, i could at least be a good friend?”
i know this wouldn’t affect you much, although i hope it would. you were not a good friend for expecting anything out of me, and i definitely wouldn’t want to be your friend. beyond that, you betrayed my trust, and re-affirmed some lies you told me when we were together. Kim wasn’t lying, you weren’t joking, you were willing to pay for her to come down and fuck you.
i don’t think any apology will suffice, and i am not big enough to forgive you, at least not now. so byes.
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body language
A screenshot from the movie Windstruck.
i have been watching movies for the most of today prior to work. there’s alot of assignments piled up, but i am a little mentally drain, so i took a short break. no harm done though, i am actually ahead of one of my assignments which is due on the 18th of September (one of the laws one). however, to fully complete it, i do need a bitch to actually return my notes and texts to me.
A few months ago, an ex classmate was bemoaning to me about her business law class. i figured i wouldn’t be needing my business law notes back then (i was doing media studies at that time), so i loan a whole bunch of notes to her, simplified versions (my notes) and the full texts. it’s been… about 6 months now i believe, and there’s no signs of my books. I intended to loan it out to Sheetle’s friend who apparently took up something similar. BUT, i also just realised, i need to read through to find something about breach of contract laws too.
So, i sent out an sms a few days ago, “hi, can i have my notes and books back?”
This was also the girl, who tried to apply for work at my place, but got rejected coz we are full. the very same one whom i mentioned that she had call me everyday, msn me everyday, even SMS me everyday, begging me to ask Chewbacca to let her in. Now that we have a new boss… it’s a different story.
i got no response to my sms.
finally caught her on msn. all she could say was “I DON’T KNOW WHERE I PUT IT. NEED SOME TIME TO FIND.”
dot dot dot
not happy. i can’t say anything else can i? it’s not going to bring my notes back. i don’t normally even SELL my books (economics in UC college is a different story), and generally don’t buy them second hand. that someone would loan it from me AND POSSIBLY LOSE IT is mind-boggling. books are PRECIOUS and, especially since it’s not YOURS, perhaps it needs some tender loving care -.-”
yes yes, i am getting unnecessarily ill-tempered over this.
but at least i am not like this woman here. beyond customer suckage, i wonder if she has any intellectual capacity. There are soft porn books, and also there are actual biological books, anatomy books, more graphical books based on the human body than you can imagine. hell, there’s even one book i remembered in a huge book store in singapore, that had artistic photos taken of ballet dancers. it’s artistic because it wanted to concentrate on both the beauty of dance and the beauty of the human body. nude pictures were all over. Suggestive connotations can be taken from some of the photos.
but an untainted 6 years old (for example) shouldn’t be able to interpret these themes unless they were already exposed to it. So beyond understanding that these people in the book is actually naked, the young ones shouldn’t be able to say “omg this is disgusting, they are copulating in front of a camera!” OR “THAT’S MASS ORGY!”
isn’t it wonderful, what customers there can possibly out there? they just want to make your life difficult.
In all other news… i have decided i should just move out from here. i like this place enough, and the internet is truly no reason alone to be leaving this place. i think i just had enough of my housemate’s exclusivity, their sometimes-weird-anal-behaviour (hi, we aren’t turning on central heating because the heater smells), the fact that the house is always in total darkness outside my room, and many other things. it’s great to be “alone” sometimes, but now i am feeling like some caveman.
ok let me try re-explaining all that. when i moved here, i knew i can’t expect to be friends almost instantly with people whom i don’t know, who are of a culture totally different to mine, and who speaks a language i rarely speak nowadays (aka rusty used and totally broken mandarin). There’s a lot of things that had to go into it, and it involves both sides making an effort. i haven’t been putting in much effort, and similarly, the most they have been moving towards so far, was to offer me a lift to school and including me in a couple of birthday/dinner celebrations so far… oh and coming to my restaurant for dinners. i am a little on the poor side, so i haven’t been able to holiday with them, but beyond that, whatever conversations they had, that i tried to join in, mostly ended in uncomfortable silence.
in short, i am lonely, and frustrated.
i need more than a HOLE in the fridge. i need a little more than a cursory glance and acknowledgement. i think i have shown to be slightly more approachable than they think. so… i don’t know where i am going wrong or is it just we don’t click.
one of my ex classmates wants to move out from his place too. i am not too familiar with him either, but we are not utter strangers like i am with these people here. i am already feeling awkward thinking about moving with him, mostly because he probably cooks better than me and will probably wonder why i am a shit cook. that, and he’s a rich guy so… yer. i don’t know how that’s related, but at the moment i am a little scared of rich people, and rich BRATTY people. there’s the nice ones (duh) who also happen to be the rare ones, then there’s the uber bitchy, spoilt bitches. of course, the mark improvement will be:
1) net
2) someone to talk to (he talks more than me, and he won’t stop! we had sit there, he had smoke and omg he talks for 1.5 hours!!!!!)
3) FOOD. i think.
4) someone with common interest in somethings at least.
5) we have COMMON FRIENDS! YES YES YES!
which reminds me, at least i can possibly invite friends over for housewarmings ^_^
if all goes well, and everything is as expected, i will move out in november just down the street here, about 300 in rent, but he says he will grab master bedroom and pay 200 instead, so i am paying only 100 then yay, i can enjoy summer IN THE SHADE! (remember, my room is a death trap in summer here). Depends on what he thinks though, because he’s still considering.. he can fully confirm only after his exams end of September, and i will need to finish my exams in october.
yay yay yay
YES i know my comments aren’t working. Haloscan’s having problems, or i am (been having some network problems for a couple of days now, beats me why). get over it and email me.
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Running on a short fuse
i still am not sure what happened. at some point last night, i got mad enough, i told the kitchen to seriously fuck off and stop being so up their arse about themselves, and walked off. i was mad, i was a little uptight, and i hated being their bashing bag just because i was their first point of contact. what angered me more later on, was Mel taking THEIR side of the story and telling me i should stop stressing them out.
no, seriously?
if they don’t give me contradicting orders, if they had just stop being such pricks, maybe they wouldn’t have been stressed out by my actions. first they told me to remind them, then they told me they don’t want me in their faces. well get over it and decide what you want. i didn’t say anything. the dockets are there because that’s a common practise.
i like to stand in that posture. ems does it, niccie does it, everyone does. we aren’t too tall that we can just stare over the shelves at the pass, or too short that we can stare UNDER the shelves. so why should i do something i have never done and stand up straight and stare at the metal bits of the pass just because you aren’t feeling like my posture that day.
get fucked.
when i got let off that night from work, i could see mel wasn’t happy with me. whatever dude. between you and me, we know exactly what kind of people the kitchen is. i am surprised you even bought their story. i was a little elated when i woke up this morning for standing up for myself against the kitchen and their moronic abuse. at the same time, i was still a little pissed off. they tried to be nice when i left last night, but since i was still on my power trip, i ignored them.
heh.
It was a good day somewhat today though. i went into civic to meet up with sheetle and we had some food trip around the town. it’s just nice to not cook for yourself every now and then. it’s seriously hard to cook for just ONE person. it’s annoying. there’s always too much or too little food left over. and i really hate to have to handle leftovers since i have *SO* much space in the fridge.
after which, we had a nice little short walk to find her national convention centre, and then a cake indulgence. i got the mud cake above, and she got some lemon tart because they have no more cheese cake.
but u know what sheetle?
i think you and i, we both miss NYDC right?
introducing:
Mochamisu (tiramisu cheese cake)
AND the Goldmine Cheese cake
complete with an extra pot of chocolate too!
see! i specially dug up these pictures for you from a thousand moons ago! don&#