Hooray, my 1st blog page is finally up and running...but no expectations on this blog please..nth melodramatic is going to happen here..it's just all about my plain life..so no expectations please:) that's my only expectation..Generally, i'm abit lazy to update blogs too..i just write when i need to..Since coming to adelaide, it's been difficult to confide in friends thousand of miles away where home is..it really is, which makes me treasure them even more..not to say that friends i hav here is not good enough..it just ain't d same. Well, which is why this blog is created - to exercise my birthright to complain and rant all i want about missing friends and etc..well, not just limited to that, probably to relfect on life..i think life's not all that negative when i choose to see it that way..OK, done with the introduction...After this line, it will all be "bahasa rojak" where grammar is non existent and understanding of readers is not a priority=) thank you.
Well well, where am i gonna start with..alright, there's one..Today,
It's a boring day to say the least..well not the most boring but boring enough...Woke up to the sound of my hsemates-cum-landlord car revving..mitsubishi lancer..they spend d time polishing the car more den cleaning the hse..which is why onus is on me to clean the hse..which annoys me alot since it's suppose to be done together..first, i beared with it for 2weeks..after that i got fed up with the attitude and just couldn't be bothered anymore..It's extremely difficult living wif hsemate-cum-landlord people..u get taken advantage of and you can't protest..because rmbr..ur not standing on equal footing here..he's the landlord and ur d hsemates..there's nth whatsoever in that damn contract which states that they hav 2 clean d hse once a week or anything on their part of responsibility. Frusfrating..yes..confront them..not a good idea considering i'll be staying here for another 1.5 months..which i am indeed very glad to declare..well, 1.5 months more..it won't be long i'm sure..but being stuck here really leaves me with no choice..The idea of staying here for the next year is also out of the window..i can go on detailing about my "hsemates" but i think i'll leave it at that..they are not so nice people and also very "metrosexual guys" whose attitude is so repugnant, i dare say i haven't met one worse then this one(probably, but they are among the worse okay) ..a little hint about them is they hav around 40pairs of shoes between both of them..and i was informed by one of them on those not so good days to rmbr to buy toilet rolls which are of "high quality" cos the cheaper ones apparently feel like sandpaper on the arse..Those pampered babies..*sigh*..laughable even..They should consider asking their moms to wipe their bottoms for them then..(Wow, I've just read it again..it does sound abit harsh..but don't count on me to delete it) Well, this is just the tip of the iceberg mind you..
Right after the those 2 dumb and dumberer left for work..(yeah, they r old..but still so aihhh..speechless) i woke up and head to the city for breakfast..
Nice day actually..cos it rained these few days and it sort of dampens d air..its better den dry air which actually cracks the skin..esp the region near my nails lah..and its quite painful..cos its gaping smtm..well, i'm not a fan of moisturisers..i hate d feeling of cream or anythg on my skin..i dunno y but it's just is..well, had breakfast..very full..den cycled to uni to complete my assignments for the coming week when hols ends..swt..and then there goes the start of another round of studying..mugging..late nites..coffee..quiet computing suite..and nodding head..oh ya..probably will hav my friend Ray teman me mug also in uni till late nite as we hav done in the 1st sem..well, that week was horrible..we both stayed up in the computing suite revising away and battling exshaution..it's all worth it at the end though..cos we actually suvived unscathed from the finals..but he failed his statics exam..and had to take supps..which i actually feel kinda sad also cos study together shud pass together also lah..haihzz..blame it all on that punk lecturer la owez draw imaginary diagrams with his fingers in the air instead of using the chalk for goodness sake..bcos of that i neva understand whatever he says other den " hands up..those who don't understand?"..crap lecturer..sumore always hitting on girls as eric always say..I think 90% of d class was struggling to stay awake anyway..
Right after breakfast, bumped into a few friends..den go uni..nth much really..studied wif frens..n den had dinner with ray..had fun time laughing our heads of..when we think how sad case we are lah..cos apparently both of us are broke lah..i just had $40 in my bank account left and den he had $8 left..hahaha...sad la..but $8 in bank more sad cos cannot go atm withdraw d money to eat dinner sumore..haha..the atm dun dispense less den $20 notes..so go for dinner lo..on me..i must say that it is a very luxurious dinner..eh..40bucks oso can eat luxurious mind you..haha..the smell of the perfectly done chicken..the crispy crunchy taste...wif lavish tomato puree with spices on top..the flowing potato gravy dripping and flowing around gleefully, the bubbling and aromatic smell of that drink..decorated so tastefully to perfection..ahhh..welcome to KFC...@.@ no choice lar..cheaper and i know the person who works at the kfc counter (sorry,top secret kenot reveal my sources)..so if i buy 5pieces of chicken can get 1 free mah..secretly of cos:p hahaha..den while we eating dinner another funny thg happen lo..mayb weird la..there is this big sized, well dressed ang mor sit next to us la..eating away..den suddenly got one kid..not more den 10 year old boy came to his table lah..and den he started talking to d man..dunno how he started talking..he bla bla..i just heard he said.."ohhh, we were up in the train..but the train crashed and we were hanging from the bridge..and my grandma was forced to jump..and and i didn't want to..i cling to the train..but it has falling..falling..
And den i gav my fren that look lah..haha..but surprisingly..tat boy english is kinda good..better den most ppl i heard of..like there's smtg bout this boy that tells me he's special..(i don't mean the disabled kids type)..just kinda weirdly special lah..n den this kiddo..kinda scrawny went to the chair behind me and sat there looking down after breaking of from his story telling..me n my fren..haha..puzzled..and dat ang mor..hahaha..even more blur..dunno wat juz happened..he so scared quickly eat den cabut liao..hahaha..i also wonder where is this kid parents..or does he have any, he didn't seem to be buying anythg either..hmm..another weird encounter..haha..yeah..dunno y in adelaide u meet lots of weird ppl..smtm u wonder r u the only one normal here..
I rmbr there was once..early the year..i met this old lady waiting for d bus wif me...and den she started talking to me about her life..her children..bla bla..wahhh..i was like abit shocked ler..all of a sudden..just started wif.."you know..i had 4 kids..."...kinda sweat lah..i also dunno wat2 say..but my experiences still kenot match my fren's one..his one more ho liao..he was waiting for d traffic lights for d pedestrians to turn green..den suddenly this old lady..presumably in her pyjamas decided to start telling him her whole life story..kinda scary altho pity them also..cos i tink they r just lonely wanting ppl to talk 2 them..hmm, same case la..i guess u can co-relate with their situation when ur so far away from home and inevitably will feel lonely alot..same wif these ppl..lonely..so can understand them ler..instead of giving them those weird harsh stares or discarding them as old people bitter about their own life..or lunatics ler..hmm..hope they find someone they can talk 2 ler..altho me myself is less den willing to respond to their stories..i just sit there stoned..as usual...hmm..
ok liao lah..tink my fingers also tired d typing..hmm..think i've laid enough encounters and thoughts for the day d..altho started d blog wif soo many complains..glad it turn out to be much more positive in the end ler..thanks to the weird boy and some lonely old ladies...alrite..until the next reason to write comes..i'll be off hiding again..shhh..dun wake me up..zzz.....
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