dreams...

Someone had a weird dream she told me about. Some dream that apparently only I'm able to fulfill. Suffice to say, it's something that won't happen because it's not economically viable. Then again, we should be thankful that some dreams won't come true, because the world woulda be some weird shit if it DID happen.

I've had dreams/nightmares about being assraped recently. I think it may have something to do with the wine. But it really wasn't that strong. Really.

Ergh. I have class. The first day at uni is proving really really weird. I'm going back and taking a long long long long long long nap. I hate changing units. Swt.

grander day out...

Okay, so I woke up at 8. And again at 9. And at 10. Kim couldn't get a train until, like, erm, 10.30. Cut a long story short, got on a bus, then got on another bus then reached Chadstone Mall. For an Australian mall, it's huge. But for a Malaysian, kecik saje...

Got there, had lunch. Fish and chips isn't what it used to be. That done, walked around randomly. Kim got this yellow thing. Strange. Weird thing. I have NO idea what it is. And I found ONE Swiss Flame. But it had a bent blade. Like, what the fuck? A bent Victorinox? C'est impossible! And found this nice collection of stainless steel rings, but at 25 a pop, I think I'll get them as notes. Like, for each subject I pass, or stuff like that.

I was just thinking to myself. Why are people so uncomfortable standing in front of shelves like these:



Hmm, dinner was an interesting blend of bacon wrapped chicken and garlic butter and leftover spaghetti (still good), finished with a slightly overpowering red wine. Nice. There was pizza and chicken wings for supper.

Oh, Evon. Here's for you:



Okay, now for the nail polish remover...

grand day out...

Okay, fine. Not really. But I had fun today, in a lackadaisical (what's up with that word anyway? It doesn't mean anything!) manner.

Woke up at 10. I sat up with a start, trying to remember if there was any orientation thing going on. Realised there wasn't. So I stayed in my jammies (which are really cool looking boarder shorts and black tee, if you're wondering) and did a little Warcraft 3 out of boredom. Eventually, I reached a point where it made no sense trying to play anymore, and it was almost 12.

Just to make sure that I wasn't wasting my time at home, I walked to campus to see if there really was anything going on. Turns out, there wasn't. Except these two Hindu monks (one was white, something about these Anglos that makes them like Eastern religion so much) gave me a book on scientific reincarnation theory. Should be interesting how they plan to convince me. Otherwise, nothing interesting. So I bought a pie and some lemonade, sat down, munched through in like 2 minutes and walked off.

Got back, was planning on just dropping off stuff, but it was really hot today, so I stayed in. Finished the Orc campaign, then sat around. Charlene (from next room) asked me to follow them for tennis, so I did. Her friend Mike picked me and her sister Charmian up, and went to the city. Haha, sat in a Merc C class. Very small car la...

Went into the city, got up to this hugeass corporate building. We met another friend of them there, if I recall, a Kelvin. Or Calvin. Or something. Got us into the building. Right at the top. Met his girlfriend, Ping. At the end of the game, we had sent basically 5 out of 6 balls off the top of the building, 3 were mine. I suck at tennis.

Went to dinner at this Laksa King. Quite accurate to Malaysian standards, the boss-lady looked like she was from Ipoh. Didn't sound Penang, which probably explains why the soup was a tad off. Still, acceptable. After that, they wanted some dessert, so went back to the heart of the city to this Chinese joint. Red Silks or something like that. Apparently the food there sucked but the banana fritters (goreng pisang la...) were good. I had me a green lemon tea, they had the fritters and stuff.

Got home, got this in the email.



My brother drew that before bedtime last night. That's a picture of the family. I'm in the plane, and the small boy is crying cuz he doesn't know where his 'ko ko' is. Wow.

I had a few things I was going to say. Something soulful and stuff, but decided that it's a bit late for philosophy. Just to summarize: I met three people today; two short buff guys, a tennis playing lady, decided that I still don't particularly like laksa, banana fritters and roti canai are too expensive here, I should have brought my camera, I like the 6111, my brother is a complex kid, and I look cute when I'm lost.

Meeting Kim tomorrow. Whee.

people...

After today, it's confirmed that they make life more interesting. It's the beautiful people that I'm beginning to hate...

tooled...

Sometimes, don't take things so literally. Still, it's interesting to note that there are people who are worried about me, but even more interesting to see that there are more people who apparently have a lack of better reading materials. Nothing to say to that.

Today marks a week since I've been gone. From a social point of view, that's not exactly due for a few hours since I only really left late. Which is more like the next day, but technicalities overruled. Or something like that.

Did a few things today, I suppose. Paid the fees. If anything, don't want to be encumbered, whatever that means. Took a long walk the campus. The air is like hoar frost. Cuttingly crisp, refreshing and depressing, breaks as it binds together. The library around me is vast, and this is only one of three on campus. I don't know how the floors actually can hold up this much paper (and you'd be surprised how much paper weighs). Trying to get a health card ready, but since I have no idea what documents to do, that will have to wait.

Otherwise, all other situations are under control. Waiting till 3 to go back because there's some guy there spraying the house. Lunch was a weird tandoori chicken sandwich with raw spinach. Spinach stalks are tasteless and kinda remind me of chewing grass.

I've been reading around, and I'm ALMOST at the point where I regret not having a best friend. Yes, I've had, and have, many good friends. Close, even. But there's no real substitute for a best friend. You know the classical definition. The one like children have. It's like an iPod, in a sense, this best friend. You can keep your backup data in it freely. Anytime you want, it's ready to amuse you. The only thing it requires is that you attend to it regularly enough to keep the batteries charged, and even if you leave it, you can somehow still come back and it will play music for you.

I have many close friends. Friends who I'd tell a lot of things. But none befitting a best friend title. At least, I don't think so. Don't feel insulted. I do not give out such titles easily. For me, BEING a friend means I'll treat you as how I'd only expect a best friend to treat me.

I've been too clingy. Maybe that's why I don't keep friends for long. Then again, when I don't want company that badly, I don't want company at all. It's sad, in a way. Both approaches yield the same result. I've got good friends, those that I keep at a safe distance. But the moment I try getting close, it's gone. Or when I walk a bit further, they walk off. It's things like that.

Some people were meant to love. Some people, like me, were meant to live alone. They say no man is an island. Well, some of us are peninsulas. We're only thinly connected to the rest of the world. Vast expanses of cold water is still our best friend.

And in a way, that's good.

everything's insane...

I tell you, I must be fucking crazy to have actually looked forward to this sort of beginning. Yes, I know, things will get better later when I have friends and get fucking used to things. That's not the fucking point. The point is that I anticipated a more impressive start. Somewhat of a professional finish. And somehow, writing this feels extremely of the deja vu sort. And what the fuck is up with that word/s, eh? Deja. Vu. Ape la.

Tried walking to Clayton town this afternoon. It's far. Like, walking from my house in USJ 5 to Giant. And do exactly what I'd do in Giant. Buy groceries. And what's worse, there is only ONE fucking butcher. And that fucking butcher was fucking closed!!! So I had Indomie instead of pepper soup. Still, I have the carrots, the potatoes, tomatoes, garlic, and the pepper. Nice. Let's see if tomorrow is any better. Mwahahaha.

I tell you, I'll seriously like need a fucking car soon. Or at least a bike. Walking to uni each morning is going to suck all the life out of me. Soon, orgasms will have no appeal, as they rarely do when you're flat out fatigued. I'm seriously out of shape, and soon, I'll have no shape, if my caloric intake matches the caloric output. It's too inconvenient to cook for myself if it's just one meal, so if the prices are too fucking high, I don't fucking eat. That said, there's this Malaysian food place right outside my house that's quite good, but a bit too pricey for my liking. Still, if I'm going to take currency conversion into every damned thing I spend, I might as well chew my own ass off. Fat has many calories indeed.

I like the air here. Somehow, even I find myself cute in this air, especially with the windblown hair and stuff. Heheh. If only I was shorter (not THAT kind of short la, stupid perves...) then I'd look REALLY cute. Right now, a bit too tall to project that kind of impression. Oh well. Guess that being absolutely gorgeous to get starstruck chicks to do my homework is not an option. Hmm, in retrospect, I look freaky rather than cute. Erk.

In the student directory, apparently there's a gay, lesbian and bisexual society. Cool.

I'm so bored. Tomorrow, I'll try to get Kel to bring me around. Mwahahaha.

Meh.

travelogue...

Travelling anywhere in the world is not as simple as it may seem. Even less so if it's your first time alone. And further less so if you happen to be in a blur blur blur mode.

I just got back from a grocery run with Auntie May. The stuff should tide me over for awhile. Trying not to spend any money if possible, but I don't think it is, hehe.



The airport was particularly crowded. And I was especially blur. Sigh. I guess that subconciously, I wasn't all that ready for this after all.



The trip here was extremely daunting, although that hadn't particularly occured to me at the time. For me, it literally was just going to school. But now that I'm actually here, it's a bit different.



They say that feeling homesick is normal. For me, it's like home-nausea. I miss my room on a level that I personally think is insane. I miss home like I could fracture. And at the same time, I'm feeling perfectly at ease. What the fuck...



A friend joked with me that since I was flying on Valentine's, I'd probably sit next to some cute chick and probably get to do some frisky stuff. Yeah. Right.



The funny thing about airline food is that it generally sucks. I don't see why it should though. So much effort is put into getting it ready, it's strange that it should taste any worse. After all, we use the same cooking methods on the ground. Maybe air pressure has got something to do with it.



Still, at least it's cooked food. I'm seriously hoping that the new kitchen gets done soon. I wanna move my stuff to more permanent locations. All this waiting is fucking infuriating. Ergh. In the mean time, I'll be spending a lot of time in my room.