At this rate...

Time has been zipping past so fast that at this rate, I'm never going to get to experience life.

Wouldn't it be nice to be able to fast forward and rewind what you like?

I feel like a child at times. I just want to explode and disappear like a bubble popping sometimes. Sometimes I wish I were as airheaded and brainless as a bubble. How fantastic it is to not have a brain hey?

Anxiety

Anxiety is a a scary, frightful thing. Your heart beats uncontrollably, crescendoing and amplifying as each second passes, giving the impression that it's just about to spill our of your nose. Then the throat gets dry, and stuck, stiff as if someone has shoved cement down your throat. Swallowing becomes akin to rubbing sandpaper on granite, and the lump never seems to go away even after each swallow. Your voice cracks and comes out with such an uncontrollable quiver such that you think you'll never be able to calm that vocal earthquake. Then you realise that you have to think. The thoughts just fly, ramble, zip zoom and spawn like a overflowing store cupboard that has been accidentally opened. There's no longer rationality. All reminders and mental notes are thrown out of the mental window like a piece of rubbish. You find yourself just fighting and struggling to stay afloat all that chaos, like a drowning cat in the turbulent sea. Muscles you never knew existed tense and contract and spasm. Soon my forehead aches because of the frown. My shoulders arch to the extent of Frankenstein-ness and the teeth clench, gnash and bite. fingers get clumsy and jittery as you try to operate something as simple as the keyboard.

A million things go through your mind. Even writing them in hope of seeing some organisation fails to allay the worry. The stress. The anxiety. Anxiety Anxiety Anxiety.

Cancer shouldn't be the number one killer, I reckon stress is.




I just want to go home and never have to face the world again. Sometimes being a cow, pig or any other source of meat doesn't seem such a bad idea after all.

Milestones

This semester's courses begin getting more and more relevant and interesting. There's one about voice disorders, child speech and language disorders, boring physiology and one about child development. You know how people always talk about milestones in relation to children? For example, when they first smile (5-6 weeks), sit up on their own (5-6 months), crawl (9-12 months) walk (12 months) and all that stuff which makes everyone go ''Oooo!!! Clever boy!! Know how to pang sai already!!''

Yeah, those milestones.

I feel as if we all have milestones of our own, set by parents, ourselves, and society especially. When we enter university, when we learn how to drive, when we learn to cook for ourselves, do our own laundry, stop sleeping in the same bed as mummy, or stop having that smelly old bolster. Basically, when we suck it in and grow up. Sometimes I wonder when I'll grow up. People might say I'm independant or mature or able to handle myself and things in general, (yes I'm bragging, but wait, there's more to come!) but put me in a place where I feel safe and comfortable and I become a total baby. For instance, put me in my room and I cling on to my bolster( affectionately called booboo) for dear life and sniff up all the dust mites embedded in the 17 year old cotton. Or let me go back to Singapore and I'm STILL share a room and bed with my mum even though there's another room. I'm not embarressed to say I still sleep in the same room as my mum, cos I know if I don't, she'll whine and scream and shout like a kid. (For those of you who know my mum, you know how much she acts cute la). But I feel it's the least I can do for her because that's one of the few things she asks of me; to not leave her alone at night when I'm back in Singapore. It's amazing how I still feel a child even though I'm going to be 21 this year.

New House, New Life... Perhaps.

I'm finally calm and rested enough to finally sit down on a proper chair, in front of a proper desk with a lamp and someone else's internet (As usual), and type this all out. As I finish this sentence, the internet which I'm piggybacking on wavers and disconnects like, 200 times. Oo, did I mention that there's a monster of a grasshopper sitting next to me? He's about TTTTHHHHHHIIIIIIIIIISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS long. Heh.

I swear or house can be the new Insect Safari of Carmody Road. We've had 3 grasshoppers, 2 cockroaches including a baby one in our grilled chicken today, about 2938 moths, 82927 mosquitoes and random flying things, and probably 6-7 resident lizards. Not to mention the whole family of spiders I swept away this morning who built their empire behind our shoe rack in a short 2 days. I swear, it's like the bugs just nest and build homes on anything that doesn't move for more than 24 hours!

As horrid, scary, creepy, eeky or what ever it sounds, it's still an awesome home. I guess after spending the last 21 years of my life living in various high rise places far from soil/ground is finally coming back to hit me now. Isn't it amazing how different 2 countries can be? I went for this survey job last Saturday whereby we knocked on the doors of houses in a low SES community. In my mind, I was initially thinking, 'what d'ya mean poor?? These people live on LANDED property and have CARS'

Then again the poor in India live in landed properties in slums and have bicycles too.

I'll be honest and say that these few days have been rather traumatic. My bed feels funny, the room is not like the breezy, massive IH one and everything I have is either stuffed in a random box somewhere or hidden among lumps of stuff. And I sorely need my private chillout space to just nuah, or play the guitar, or pluck my eyebrows, or stare at my own reflection and reflect (haha pun intended). None. I'm just living by the moment from day to day.

But then again it isn't that bad, my housemate's pretty cool and capable at doing plenty of stuff. Much to my delight.

I want my mummy... =( All you who read this,

GO HUG YOUR MUMMY/DADDY/SIBLING/GRANDPARENT NOW AND GIVE THEM THE APPRECIATION THEY DESERVE.

GO!!!

The ironic inefficiency

AFter spending a year overseas, (well, to be honest, it works out to be about 8 months only), one of the most notable differences between the easterners and westerners is this: Efficiency. Looking at these different Asian civilisations; Korea, Japan, Hong Kong, Singapore, one thing comes to mind. These people are incredibly efficient. Well, at least for most of the time. Internet connections are everywhere, and are at the speed of light. Such that the term 'Broadband' or 'Dialup' is such a thing of the past that we can no longer imagine any country still depending on these connections. Phillippines still uses dialup, and my now-pseudo-home Australia primarily uses Broadband connections. (I've probably whined about this countless times as to how we have a limited data quota every month) Hello, all the iPhone users in Singapore now have data plans of 12Gb a month (which essentially is limitless considering how much that can actually get you on a phone!). And there I was in Brisbanem, surviving on 5Gb for the entire semester (proud to say that I didn't even finish that 5Gb!)

Anyways, here's the ironic thing I've noticed ever since I've been back. We pride ourselves how efficiently we do things. How we're so small and well connected that we can reach the other end of the island in less than an hour. How we can get phonelines, internet lines or television channels set up in less than 2 days. How we can cook obtain a meal from the nearest hawker centre in less than 10 minutes and how out NTUC cashiers can scan so furiously and bag so quickly you wouldn't even know what hit you. But here's the thing, smses in Aus cost 15 cents each, whilst they cost nothing here. So when I came back this time, sms-ing people was such a PAIN because it ends up taking people 10 smses to conclude that: "Ok, we shall meet at 2pm at Bugis."

Why is this so? Because people just simply reply without initiating something progressive. When are you free? tmr. Shall we meet? ok. What time is good for you and where? I got school in the morning.

This alone takes up 3 smses each, in Ozzie cents/sense (pun intended), 45 cents. repeat this process several times and low and behold, lotsa marnie wasted. Not ot mention time and precious thumb action. I hate sms-ing. And I thought that if I called people, I'd get the job done quicker. Ironically again, NO. Nobody calls anymore! Out of 5 calls I make, 4 will be unsuccessful cos people no longer look at their phones expecting calls. People expect only smses, which free you from the obligation of immediate answering and decision making.

I can't wait to go back to the world of phonecalls.

Egypt 2010!

The sphynx and pyramids! I went inside a pyramid... It's all rock. Hahaa

Yes that's a baby crocodile on my head

I write this as I sit on the top deck on the River Nile cruise we’ve been on for a couple of days now. The wind in Egypt is surprisingly chilly today, even though yesterday it was a sweltering 30 degrees. IT was soo hot that I think my brain expanded and couldn’t contract for the next few hours, leaving me with a throbbing headache and a runny nose.

Egypt is EXTREMELY exciting. How so you might ask?

1) There are NO traffic rules in Egypt. The only one the guide suggested was, when it’s a red light, you go. When it’s a green light, you go faster. There are no lanes whatsoever. I never thought I’d see a city road with no car lanes! And signalling is practically redundant because the horning never stops. People just horn for every single reason, whether it’s to say ‘hey move faster’ or ‘hey there’s a cat on the street’ or ‘hey, my horn sounds cool’. They just NEVER stop horning. So can you imagine how my mum and I crossed the road? IT took us a full 5 minutes to make our way across a couple of large roads without getting killed!

2) Touts are EVERYWHERE. We get the same phrase said to us about 200 times a day which goes somewhat like this:

‘Hello, Japanese?’ –no- ‘Chinese?’ – no- ‘Korean?’ –no-

Or some helpful stranger will kindly help you cross the road or point you in the right direction, but not actually bring you to where you wanna go before pulling you to their shop or their father’s shop or their brother’s wife’s nephew’s friend’s shop. I think my mum and I have been pulled into these kind of shops about 3 times in 2 days. I must say though, they are extremely hospitable by nature. Not that it’s always about the sales. But because of all the ripping off that goes about, tourists aren’t brave enough to trust them, which is the sad part about this awesome country. Prices they quote you are about 10 times more than what the goods are worth. However, I did get a couple of free perfume bottles because the guy was really nice. I think we were supposed to tip him or at least return the favour by buying something, but I’m thick skinned enough to not fall into this social pressure and just accept the gift without reciprocating. Well, I did let the guy kiss my hands and cheeks like 200 times though.

3) There’re LOADS of funny animals in Egypt! I got to ride a camel (yes, it was quite pricey, $14 for 10minutes of ass wobbling walking) But it was SO fun. I would do it again without hesitation. I would even take the camel around the pyramids if I could!! It was that fun. Because camels are SO tall, you really get a different view of everything around you. I also got to hold a 6 month old baby crocodile! What’s more, I got to put it on my head!! Well, the guy put it on my head. But how cool is that??? And there were adorable kittens an puppies all over. I haven’t seen strays is ages, both in Singapore and in Brisbane. Sad that these little guys were a little scrawny and mangly though.

4) Walking around Cairo or the suburbs of Cairo itself can be exciting on it’s own cos you never know when you may die. Nah I’m kidding. It’s just really different to see confusing alleys, bad sewage and flies in hordes of 100 million at a time.

And of course Egyptian history is fascinating. =)

New Year!

I was sponging off some random’s wireless internet like how I’ve been guiltily been doing over the past couple of days and decided to start visiting random blogs again just to past time. My grandma’s staying for a week, meaning that I’m not to leave the house when she’s at home because it’s just better to have someone with her just in case. Honestly, I almost wanted to shoot myself, the day dragged on like a slow loris on the freaking PIE. I swear, lethargy can hit you like a flu man.. It should be classified as a disease and not a state of mind.

Anyways, blog hopping has been awfully boring ever since I went over to Brisbane because the only blogs I read are the ones of those close to me for the purpose of keeping updated with their lives. And the limited internet quota concept of Brisbane is by far the most ridiculous thing a first world country/continent can still have in place. Come on man! Internet ain’t THAT precious, why are you charging us $1/GB?? (If you actually counted the amount of data you used each day, you’d be surprised). Anyways, back to the blog hopping, I was reading Oily’s girlfriend’s blog, and boy is she brilliant. (Credit to oily for having one of those artsy type girlfriends) Btw, darrell if you’re reading this, sorry but I couldn’t help but share her brilliance! (Wah… now don’t let your head get so big ok)

She wrote this piece of poetry, here’s just a paragraph which I found to be so apt, well thought and perfectly expressed:

Forgive my imprudence, but
Would it be wrong to say that my love for you,
Is like the ebb and flow of the tide?
Sometimes it retreats and other times it overwhelms,
Teeming and frothing,
Volatile yet cold?

Wow.

It appropriately described the feeling of, well, I wouldn’t use the word love, but more of the ‘generic’ feelings one has for her partner. I wouldn’t know if this were to make sense to a guy, because as a girl I know this definitely sounds like how I feel sometimes. Blame it on our fickle minds, blame it on our bloody pain-in-the-ass hormones fluctuating all the time, but face it guys, girls are like that. I bet the term love-hate was coined by a girl. Isn’t it amazing? Just think of it, how two contradicting feelings can exist in one at the same instant.

I stopped blogging like that for a while now. Lately it’s all just picture updates, random quirks or bimbo entries so that readers don’t get bored of self-indulgent ramble. I know I hate it when I see long wordy posts.

But screw it.

My linguistic capability is screwed up enough already, not getting to write proper non-scientific essays for the rest of my life isn’t helping as well. I’ve gotten so used to writing Psyc essays which have sentences not running for more than 15 words at a time (Including citations). Not to mention that I’ve always been the geeky sciency one in the family, unlike my mum and sister who were fully fledged, non mathematical arts students throughout their lives. Blogging used to be the time I get to reflect and pen it all down because writing is just too slow.

All right then. I’ve decided that I’m going to go back to THINKING and writing again. My brain has been stale for far too long.

I feel lonely and nuah on christmas eve

And I feel bad for abandoning nat with caroling, because church is just too far.

ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Wow I haven't blogged in EONNSS. Coming back this round was really much better and enjoyable. Namely because of a few reasons:



1) It's cooler here in Singapore than it is in 35 degree-ed Brisbane
2) My sister has moved out meaning I get my own cupboard space and room at home
3) I'm still fat, but not as fat as I was in July so my clothes not as uncomfortable
4) The house really just has much much more space as compared to when I came back in July
5) Christmas mood is kicking in, so people are nicer (seemingly)
6) I feel more zen because a year has passed and this holiday seems incredibly long
7) Got the whole house to myself during the day
8) If you notice I keep emphaising the house, I think being in Brisbane has really spoilt my perception of personal space. I now find that incredible incredibly important.



Ironically I'm much happier this round even though I'm lacking so many things, e.g.:



1) I left my guitar in Brisbane because I brought home mangoes instead


2) The person I've been spending the most time with over the past few months is now stuck in some God-forsaken farm in the middle of the desert, way past Rockhampton and busy playing with cow udders and bull testicles (I kid you not) Oh yes, not to forget stomping around in tonnes bullshit as well!


3) I have no internet at home. Relying on WirelessSG and my sister's internet


4) I have a very limited mobile phone plan of <100>

5) My friends are all busy with their own lives, save for a few

6) It costs a bomb to call my nan ren in the middle of the desert. Must be the sand

But I'm still surprisingly un-emo-y, un-angsty and pretty happy. =) I guess it's cos I have my daily schedule which I follow everyday. Waking up at 8am, going for a run, cleaning some part of the house or doing the laundry, spending a few hours on my sister's scrapbook while watching lame Japanese dramas, then maybe going out to meet my sister or a random friend in the afternoon. Night tines are usually spent with mum watching the BLOCKBUSTER Chinese drama of 2009 at 9pm with our FAVOURITE gu niang jeanette aw. hahahhaa, it's still not melodramatic yet, so watching it for the past week has still been pretty funny. hahaha...

Lionel very graciously lent me his SLR to play with when I went to Malaysia! Look at my mummy's act cute turtle face, hahhaa...

And their wedding rings. Nice hor? I take picture one.. hahah.. They're mismatched if you noticed

Going home

The little boy in the grreen cap is Max! My kid whom I've been seeing the entire of this semester and half of last semester! I regret not giving him a big hug before leaving though!

This semester has been so incredibly different from the last that it almost seems as if I've been here for more than a year. And I bet next semester's gonna be a hell lot more different again! I'm a little afraid when I think about the potential differences and changes I have to go through again, such as moving out of hostel into our own (rented) apartment, which literally entails living independantly on your own, cooking and cleaning your own toilet, vaccumming the house, doing the laundry and getting groceries from swakoo supermarkets without mummy to drive you around,

I realised I'm really spoilt with what we have in Singapore. Our safe and secure neighbourhood which allows me to accidentally leave handphones in taxis and STILL get them back (unlike our SUPER FRIENDLY neighbours across the causeway), how we have bus stops walking distances away and buses which arrive at 5 minute intervals or less and not HALF AN HOUR APART. Train stations that are walkable (city hall to bugis to raffles) and not across the freaking river.

But a few things I absolutely love here is their regard for human rights and welfare. THe poster they currently have up on the buses (I'll take a shot the next time I get on one) goes somethign like this:

In 2009 837,449 passengers commuted using Queesland Transport services,
We hope you've enjoyed our service.
Please thank our drivers with a smile =)

It was really really sweet and thoughtful of the government to do something like that. Perhaps to us they're inefficient or lazy (which the aussies themselves often admit to) , but think about it, when we all turn 60 and you look in comparison at the 2 groups of people again, who has more savings? us. Who's retired? them. Who's enjoying themselves and feeling more content? THEM. I don't think it's fair to say they're slack, it's they're policies which make them knock off at 5pm and not do over-time!

A lecture a couple of weeks back on Organisational Psychology really put things into perspective. Look it up and give it a quick read, I hadn't heard of it much till I actually had the lecture. It's basically all the common sense we never really put into common use. Such as worker's satisfaction and such for the sake of the company. It's something I think we really lack. A good demonstration of organisational psyc is with companies like Apple and Google. why do they do so well and why do their employers stay? Because they're damn happy to. They even get laundry done for them sometimes!

When I go back I want a bicycle, Chiochio, bring me go buy from IMM ok? And I shall cycle home from there. (Therefore it's your job to make sure I don't get lost)

Random, heh.

I spent 1.5 hours driving to buy BRANDS chicken essence from chinatown, which is about 25 minutes drive away from hostel (not including jam) so... I got lost as usual, and it was freaking hot la. But the people here are SO helpful!! I stopped at pizza hut to ask for help, and the cook let me come into the kitchen as the delivery guy explained the route to me. haha.. then I got lost again and this time this awesome Irish uncle got me to follow his very nice BMW sports car to where I needed to go. They're just so trusting and helpful here. My dad's now extremely cynical when it comes to helping and I doubt he'd ever help anyone again because he got screwed over by this asshole of a motorcyclist last year who accused him of causing him to crash. And my dad helped him to the hospital la.

Insurance paid the freaking retard $20, 000 and my dad had to fork out another $800 and 3 month driving suspension. Now he drives something else... he drives my mum up the wall and I think she's about to crash.

I haven't posted in ages! Sorry to say but, today's post is gonna be an angsty grumpy cranky one.

wait for it...





RRRAAWWWWRRRRHGHGGAAAAAAHHHHHHUUUUBLEEHHHHH!!


Doesn't really deliver the effect I'd like, but that's the best I can give on black and white.

I haven't touched the computer in ages, I think when I go home I'll die, just a heads up, I won't have internet when I get home cos my sister's moved it to her new home. I no longer have a phoneline (I Think) and will probably be using my sister's old old line.

ahahhhhhhh!!!I donwan move house. We got an apartment you know? so exciting, feels as new as a HDB flat, which, trust me, is rare here in St Lucia because they exploit us students by making us pay sky high prices for sloppy places.

I take pitcher show you all next time.

WAh LAOOOO I REALLY WANT TO EXPLODE!!!!!

Motivation!

I've found my motivation and drive to complete my course! I hadn't realised that I had even lost it until rediscovering it on Wednesday during my tutorial with a relief tutor. This semester hasn't been the greatest academics wise (well, I've only had 2 semesteres up date so I guess I can't really do much of a comparison can I). And I was on the brink of giving up and not giving a damn about studying so hard. However Dr Libby, the tutor who took over on Wednesday reminded me once again what I was doing in this course.

I love how most of the speech path tutors here interject their seminars and lectures with little anecdotes about their clinical experience and how they've spent years and years dealing with children/adults/funny peeper. It's a very subtle yet pretty much stark reminder of what life as a speech path is really going to be like. The proffessionalism that's required of you, the mannerisms and responsibility entrusted unto you. It's not just about mugging and getting information, it's a hell lot of people skills and human interaction. THAT's why I chose this course, because I'll get to interact and 'man-handle' clients. haha, ok wrong term la..

Yay... It's nice to have drive. hopefully this zeal and passion will last over the past 6.5 weeks, and then it's home! Wah lao my mudder dun care me already, she's sooo busy with work that she never calls me anymore unless I call her to call me back, then it's a quick 5 minute conversation at most where she tells me a client is here before I can even finish my verbal diarrhoea. They sold the old house already never even tell me la, wah laoooo.. Later I go back got new cat in the house also dunno ah

Had such a hilarious weekend with paul around last week, haha, I drove so much that I think I covered the equivalent distance of going across Singapore 6 times in just over 4 days. The airport itself is abuot 50km away, Gold Coast is 65km away, and the car kept overheating. It was damn stressful though when smoke started coming out of the car, but freaking hilarious now that I think about it. haha...

Dust and more

My nose is peeling like an orange and I'm coughing up phlegm like how a persian coughs up furballs, and I'm wheezing like a chain smoker after climbing just 4 flights of stairs. All thanks to the stupid stupid dust storms over the weekend. But it's all much better now, I'm glad I didn't get a chest infection like how a number of people here did, gosh they sound like hell. It's as if I storm's perpetually brewing in their chest or something and they can cough up enough phlegm to drown the whole college.


Basically the dust storm hit once on Friday, and again on Saturday. Looks like a sepia-fied picture right? Wrong.. it's ALL DUST. I didn't realise how well the camera captured the dust until I compared it to a picture I took this morning on a clear day. It's amazing!Colour difference so cool right? Thank God I wasn't hanging my laundry out that time! See I hang my clothes! My mudder will be so proud of me. muahhaha.Once again, the dusty dusty brissy. poooi. damn gross. You can literally taste the dust. It moved from the desert up north, down to Brisbane, NSW, Sydey and back up again to us the day after.

On another random note, it's amazing how the sunsets make the muddy river look so awesome. Ain't it gorgeous?
It was awesome seeing and feeling the rugby crowd during one of the games I was there working at. I think my sentence damn jialat. Anyways, ya, it was a game between the Broncos, one of the favourite teams. All I can say is that Australians truly live up to their beer drinking traditional image!

Shinedown!

Have you ever had the luck to come across the song which you always wanted to find out the title and artist of but never got the chance to? (badly constructed sentence) I just had the wonderful fortune of discovering Shinedown, and found that a couple of their songs were songs which I were always trying to find and download but was never able to. It's like striking 4D man... Hahah




There was a little worm crawling over my anatomy practical worksheet that day, it was a really tiny fella, pretty cute. He's now unfortunately deceased because I 'accidentally' squished him after exploiting him in this short video. He was freaking puny la, like a moving comma.

Ok I'm off to see my kid at the kindy!! :D

One hellova week

It's been a craaazy week, and will continue to be for the next couple of days at least. It's amazing how much life changes when you're placed in an environment so different from what you're used to. Life as a foriegn student (yes I'm gonna talk about THAT again) is just so different from that of a local irregardless of where you are.

I managed to find a super part-time casual job! It's basically back to F&B, doing casual events as and when they come (which seems to be pretty frequent with football/rugby/ping pong/whatever ball season that's in right now) After spending more than half a year from hardcore F&B work, I must say that yesterday was the LONGEST 2 hours I've ever spent. I swear my little toe is officially dead. It was exciting, getting to work in a foreign country, because it didn't really feel like a foreign country at all. Firstly, serving ang mohs are the easiest by far. I must say that Aussies are an awesome chilled group of people, unlike us fussy, perpetually complain-y Signaporean customers. Aussies are pretty casual most of the time, and even back in singapore, I really enjoyed serving them amongst all the different foreigners. (french were a pain in the ass most times)

Secondly, all the other waitstaff were foreigners, much like singapore. Only difference was that these people were from Brazil, Africa and and not the sterotypical asian countries we assume. It was pretty interesting listening to their conversation. Finding work for them can be pretty tough, and most of them are cleaners in places such as hostels and such. (We're so used to seeing old ah-mas and ah-peks cleaning our schools and toilets, seeing people who aren't way past their retirement age was something different). Don't you think we have sucky human rights/welfare policies/principles? Many cultures frown upon making someone be at your beck and call 24/7 (maids) and being only paid $250 a month, even more would look on us with disapproval for making an old person do physically demanding tasks for only slightly more than that amount. One thing I must agree with our principal back at St Hilda's, don't think of our school cleaners as cleaners, look at them and think that they are someone's grandma or grandpa.

How did my complain-y whin-y post get turned into one about Welfare? aiyoo..

One thing awesome here is the emphasis they place on worker's welfare and rights. We all need to have a COMPULSARY half hour break, we all have insurance covering any injury, we get paid a whoooping $18/hr.

But one thing I still cannot tahan here is the shitty obscure public transport system. As much as they paid, I ended up taking a cab home for $15 cos the bloody buses/trains/ferries/cable car/helicopters/jets stopped functioning around midnight. Wah lao eh can die la, it's annoying when you're actually pretty near, but just have no way to get there.

(I want to buy a scooter!)

Tadah!!

I've discovered the wonders of Mozilla Firefox! IT makes my day because... I can now upload pictures once again! I'm just gonna spam pictures right now man. My back feels like a brick wall jsut smashed into it, which is essentially what I did yesterday when I fell splat on my back while accidentally doing a handstand. (I'd intended to do a half one, but the inertia of my heavy legs pulled my right up. oh crap.)


So.. pictures from random spaces and places. Sorry I didn't get to meet up a tonne of people during the July break, (sorry Jerome! I promise I'm gonna try out your guitar at the end of the year!) :D

Movieworld trip we made 2 days before my final exam last semester, I uploaded the wrong photo, it was suppoesd to be the one where we were 'sleeping' The person photographing this is the hugest irony in the world, he used to be from commandos and parachuted practically every week, yet he was scared out of his wits to go on the Batwing, (which is kinda like a reverse bungee only way less scarier)This shot is from the day the Malaysians put half of IH in the toilet bowl shitting and puking nasi lemak. This french guy was manning the French stall (naturally) and he was really sporting to allow me to draw a moustache on for him with the calligraphy paint, hahaha!

Strawberry season's in! Guess how much this whole bag costs? (It's about 1kg, I swear) Freakin' $5 la. Amazing eh? Too bad I don't like 'store-bellies'

We went for the EKKA, which essentially is a HUGE exhibition of practically everything, and I mean EVERYTHING (from farm animals to made-in-china-goods) held every year for a week. Wah lao the aussies even have a whole public holiday just for it la, so spoilt. Haha.. Anyways, check out the huge ass bananas man, you can see the weight at the side, its 37kg.

And you think that's big? Check this pumpkin out, it's 155kg~ Ooo Punpkin Patch babies!!

Furballs!!!! Hehheh...I know they kinda look like aliens, but they're just chicks huddling under the table lamp cos they wer freezing. Dammn cute la!!squishable... STOP THINKING ABOUT NUGGETS YOU HORRIBLE PEOPLE!

Baby coow!!! (hamburgerrrrr)

And lambchops!! Uhh wait I mean wittle wamb!! Now everyone go Awwwwwww.....

Ee why the font liddat one. This fella was damn cute la, he was like a 2 year old randomly coming up to people and unafraid of strangers. and his fur was SOOO soft!! (like a baby's bottom, heh heh)

Wah haven't blog so long.. Damn shiok la. (See, I'll never lose my Singaporean accent, not in a million years)

Random update!!

MY internet is still screwed up, and I seriously don't feel like updating because I can't put up pictures and all cos it looks like a HTML document. And my sentence structuring today sucks, pooi

Let's see what interesting things have happened...

I watched the NDP via satellite! (Ironic seeing how I don't even watch it on normal occasions)

My hostel had a huge cultural day called Soiree and the nasi lemak from the Malaysian stall sent half the residents to the toilets at 5am the next day with diarrhoea. It was pretty amazing cos you could hear all the flushes going at once! The aussies got it worse though, they puked their guts out the whole day too!

It hailed about 4 nights ago~ Ice cubes falling!

And it's beginning to get hot hot hot here, pretty cold at night, but now the days are just starting to be like summer again. Yuckk

I finally got a chance to play guitar duets with someone!! Which was awesome since she was doing most of teh hard work, hehheh...

OK I is go and stardie now. Never thought I would not want to update my blog. Schtoopid internet. It worked fine in Singapore, I suppose after a while we all get tired and bored of sharing our lives with the world.

Home

Finally writing once again once all the madness has settled. I'm back in cold, nose-freezing Brisbane in my bigger-than-a-HDB-room hostel room using my cocky internet. Neh biang the youtube and blogger pages are screwed up once again now that I've returned, I reckon it's to do with a setting of the broadband internet here.

I cannot put picture!

=( Neh mind

I had an interesting flight back, and learnt several things.
1) the best seat on the plane is with the pregnant ladies/mothers because you enjoy great leg room.

2) It's even better when they have kids because they tend to be extra nice to anyone who sits next to them because they feel apologetic whenever their child cries/moves/screams/farts.

3) If a baby's crying because the ear pressure's hurting him, try making him swallow by dropping water into his mouth or, I kid you not, hold the baby upside down. (They say one)

4) SQ don't allow you to carry guitars onboard apparently.

I found the entire setting of my flight to be rather interseting and ironic in some sense. There I was, sitting between 2 Australian mothers who were returning back to Brisbane for a break from their expatriate lifestyles in Singapore. And I, a foreigner returning to their home which I call home while they leave their husbands and homes and go home. Farnie right? har har. I know not farnie la. It was nice talking to them and hearing their views about our country, especially from an expat's point of view. Most times we just label them as such, the ang mohs who live in Orchard. (Actually, they really do) and who shop in Tanglin and eat at Dempsey (which these 2 ladies also happened to do quite frequently) I wonder how many expatriates actually visit our Heartland areas? Besides Clementi, I've never seen an ang moh set foot on any other housing board area.

Life as an expat, how interesting. Free yet stifling.

I didn't eat Old Chang Kee chicken wings! wah lao!

And I'm sorry I only got to meet a few people, this holiday was truly... packed. Cannot believe the amount of days I spent out roaming the city, catching movies, catching up, catching buses and trains, it always seems to be a chase back in Singapore eh?

Home!

I'm finally back! And it feels like someone forgot to turn off the heater, oven, toaster, hot water and stove all at the same time. for once I can sit on the toilet bowl without cringing at the cold, and I can shower and come out without shivering first. WAH

But somehow I suddenly feel like going back to brisbane too

I'm sorry for the lack of updates, my youtube and blogger have been pretty wonky lately and I'm gonna try and ask Liner to fix it. Hopefully my laptop doesn't die on me, I've finally built a relationship with it.

ARGH why so blarrdy hot!!!

I wans to goes homes =(