Monday, January 29, 2007
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Of Scarborough & Ruby


Had a fun day out with my classmates at Scarborough beach last week.

Met up in College at 11-freaking-am, on a super duper hot day of 38 degree C.
We're so gonna get ourselves BBQ-ed!
Wahaha.

The weather was actually that hot, that my lip balm melted! Had to rescue it by putting it into the fridge when I got back.












On the way to the beach, we were cracking lots of jokes regarding one of our classmate's "dream wedding".






She wants pink gown, pink tux for the groom, pink shoes, pink car, practically everything's gotta be pink-tastic!

I can only imagine what a wedding that will be.







I was taken aback when I saw that beautiful stretch of sea along the horizon, and when I saw the beach itself, WOW!
Blew. Me. Away.






It's like a postcard picture being enlarged into life size proportion.
Wow.





And so now do you understand what I meant by the sea has 4 colours, my dear?



And yeah, I'm no longer deathly pale now. I'm sporting a much healthy skin tone.
Yeah ~ !

But I'm two tone right now, and I seriously hate the tan-lines.
Damn it.

*roll my eyes*



Went clubbing at Ruby Room with my housemate and her friends last night. It's situated inside Burswood Casino.

When I was being checked by the security, he commented "Wow. Your passport is like an encyclopedia."

(-_-")



Ruby Room feels like MOS, but the crowd is definitely hotter.
Because for one, the guys actually dance!

It is so different. You see guys in groups dancing away. Shaking their booty for real, and not just moving to the groove, just for the sake of moving.

Tsk tsk.
To all my lovely guy friends reading this, please join in the fun and dance your heart out.
Don't just stand one side, scanning the dancefloor feverish for the next chick to pick up, or doing nothing at all but to drool at girls!

Opps.
I think I'm gonna receive lots of hate messages when I go online.
Hahaha.



And I must certainly mention the overwhelming display of boobs in the club.
I am so sure the guys are all tearing at their hair now.



Anyway, caught the eye of this guy and I just smiled out of courtesy. The next thing I know, he's dancing really close to me, and constantly smiling at me.
I turned my back to him but he kept trying to dance face to face with me. My housemate and her friends were all giving him the what-the-F-do-you-think-you're-doing look.

And just so you know, he looks REALLY young. Like 15 or 16. Oh my goodness.
I have no idea what's the age limit, but whatever it is, I saw a couple of really young looking boys.
Maybe they're just blessed with babyface.

*shrugs*



Headed over to Fast Ed's after that for some drink. Fast Eddy is a 24-hour American style diner. The food there includes milkshakes, pancakes, hot chocolates, steak, salad, etc. You get the idea.

Anyway, I'm mentioning this because there's this guy who's working there whom I think is hot stuff. Hohoho.
His sense of humour is just great, and oh my goodness, he looks hot. Not the total gorgeous hotness hot, but in a different kind of way.

Ok. I shall stop sounding so guy crazy & airheaded.
Hahaha.



P.S.
In the entry "What a Surprise", I realised that the last paragraph sounds so wrong. As if I'm nutty in my mind. The "her" I'm referring to is my housemate. She's moving out on Wednesday. Oh my goodness. I am so sad now.

*moody*



Sunday, January 28, 2007
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Charlotte


Introducing...



*drumroll*





Tadah!

My new baby, Charlotte!



Had my eyes on her for quite a while, and finally bought her from David Jones.



Written on her little black card...

Hello, my name is Charlotte

I'm the newest member of the David Jones Charity Bear family. If you buy me, you'll be supporting the National Breast Cancer Foundation. So please take me
home with you!

Love, Charlotte



That's the main reason why I bought her home. And not to mention, she's all pink!
=p



And of course, what is life, without some narcissistic moments?












Hohoho.

Lots of love people ~




Thursday, January 25, 2007
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Breathe


You're supposed to be someone I can rely on.
But instead, I'm left to fend for myself most of the time.

You're constantly making promises which you can never fulfill, and then leaving me to break the hard fall myself every single time.

You made me believe in you, but only to end up in disappointment times and times again.



Even though you've never said anything, but I can see from your eyes that you take pride in how well I've done, and for who I've come to be.



But you will never know how much it hurts, to pretend to be strong, when I'm actually crumbling inside.
To pretend to be tough, when I'm mashmallow soft inside.
To pretend that I don't care, when I do so much that it hurts.
To pretend to be all grown up, when there's still a little girl in me.
To pretend that I'm responsible, when I just want to run away.
To pretend that I don't need help, when I need someone to hold the fort for me.
To pretend that I'm an adult, when I just want to be hugged.



I hate you for all that you've done to me. But I love you just as much.



Just when I thought I could finally put down that burden, it crept up on me again.

I try to deal with it the healthy way, but sometimes I just wish I could give up on myself, and drown myself in vices. But why am I so sensible?

Maybe I should just throw everything out of the window, and mess myself up.
Maybe I should just drown myself, literally.



Where is all the protection and security I should be getting from you?

Giving me all the freedom in the world is not the solution.
Giving me everything I want is not gonna solve anything.
Giving me the silent treatment of love is not what I need.

I need you to be there.
I need you to show your love.
I need you.

It's just that simple.

But why don't you get it?



I'm not suicidal, and nor am I depressed. So don't go tagging or commenting that I should pull myself together, or to talk to you about it, or that I'm not alone.

You can never understand until you stand in my shoe. And it's exactly the same for me, should the situation be reversed.

And don't you dare pity me one bit, cos I seriously don't need that. Take it to someone else.



Now I'm stepping back into my disguise again.




Wednesday, January 24, 2007
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To my Guardian Angel


I scored full marks for every computing tests, except for the last one.
Lost one mark cos I chose to heed the question, instead of my instinct.
And so there goes my chance at perfect score.

$#*(@%@*%)@#&*

Hahaha.

And I'm really pleased with my Maths.
Got top score.

*grin*



Please let me keep this pace and don't slack off.
Please don't let me get complacent about it and start taking it for granted.
Please keep that fiery passion and determination in me going, all the way till I graduate.

Please.
Grant me that strength.



This year will determine whether I make or break my dream forever.



Tuesday, January 23, 2007
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This, I believe.


I don't practice any religion, even though my family is Buddhist.

My Dad is part of a Buddhist group, and rather devote to it. Often going for the seminars, events, and dinners.

He brought me and my brothers to one of the session once. It didn't leave any bad impression on me, and neither did it leave any deep impact. I just felt neutral about the whole thing.



My Dad once asked me out of the blue, whether I wanna be a Christian. He pulled out a card and told me "If you wanna be one, now is your chance. Do it before I change my mind."
But of course, I declined.

I've attended Church sessions twice.
The first time, I was led into it by people standing outside my school, persuading people to take a look.
The second time, my best friend asked me relentlessly and I just gave in to her.

I've told her never to invite me to Church sessions ever again, because I felt umcomfortable about it. I do not have anything against it. I think I'm just not ready for it yet, or that it's just not meant to be.

She respected my decision, even though she'll push her luck by asking me once in a blue moon. (yes, being my best friend, you get to push your luck with me, and still remain in one piece. haha.)



I've actually contemplated practicing Wicca, a few years back. I believe in Nature, the elements, cosmic, fate, destiny etc. Something substantial; I can see it, and I can feel it. I know it is there for sure.
But of course, somehow, I just gave up that notion.



I choose not to practice any religion, because I do not like the idea of turning to a higher power everytime I get into trouble, or whenever I'm going through a rough patch. I especially dislike it when people over rely on the higher power, asking for help and leaving everything to it. Not doing anything to solve their problems.

I prefer to put myself through all the shit, to push myself, and to test my limits. And up till now, I've outdone myself a lot of times. And that makes me marvel at the strength of human beings. The mind is a truly fasinating thing, and the sexiest ever.

I don't deny that there are times when I wish I could have someone to pray to, or someone to seek help from. Someone whom I can ask for forgiveness, or to ask for divine intervention. No doubt, I'm not getting regular doses of spiritual tuning, but I've found something else to believe in.



I believe in Guardian Angels. I believe that everyone has one. And I don't care where angels came from.
The angels I believe in, are not from Kingdom Come or Hell. They are by themselves. Like a congregation or something.



Yesterday, I went jogging around the neighbourhood, and somehow I got lost. It was getting dark, and I ran pass a couple of shabby streets with crazy dogs barking at me.

I was on the verge of bursting into tears, but I kept telling myself "Don't you dare cry. If you do, you're a coward. You're not supposed to cry. Keep calm and follow your instinct. Use your mind and reason. DO NOT cry."

There was a moment when I ran pass the same place twice, and that is seriously not doing my mind any good. And I don't have my cell with me. I thought I was lost for good.
Well, people tend to think the worst under such circumstances.



But of course, I finally found my way back. Safe and sound.
For that, I thank my Guardian Angel.

I've got a few close encounters with accidents, but up till now, my ass is still blessed. And if I have to relate all these "luck" to something mystical, Guardian Angel it will be.



Monday, January 22, 2007
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On Top of the World


Maybe it's the new place.

Maybe it's Victoria Secrets.

Maybe it's the hormones.

Maybe it's Justin Timblelake.

Maybe it's the short skirt.

Maybe it's the haircut.

Maybe it's the ability to push my limit up one more notch.

Maybe it's his voice.

Maybe it's knowing that I have such an effect.

Maybe it's realising that I've got lots of choices.

Maybe it's the meeting of someone from Home.

Maybe it's just everything.

Maybe it's just me.



Right now I'm just feeling over the top.
Flirty, happy, fun, & mysterious.

*wink*

: xoxo :



Friday, January 19, 2007
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All part of the package.


Friends playing hide and seek.
Friends wanting to commit suicide.
Friends telling you that they hate you cos you left.

These are all part and parcel of Life.



Sometimes when people leave, it just makes the ones remaining seems more precious.

Dying is part and parcel of Life.



The unexpected doesn't always comes alone. They usually loves company.

Unfortunate events coming one after another is part and parcel of Life.



Often times, we forgot the most basics of Life.
We get so tied down by the little pieces that are inevitable.
We try to change what we cannot change. We want absolute control.

But that isn't what Life is about.
It's spontaneous, unpredictable, challenging, and certainly most interesting.

It depends on how the individual perceive it.



We're all learning to cope somehow.
Fumbling and tumbling most of the time.
And that's inclusive of you and me.



I'm still learning the ropes. I'm still an amateur.
I need the occasional reassurance that I'm not alone, and the reminder to not fret over the small stuff.



Thanks to my buddy who reminded me that all these are part and parcel of Life.
Thanks to my dear for the occasional reassurances, and sharing of my problems.

And of course, thanks to so many more people out there, all my darlings, for making this transition, and even everything so far, more bearable for me, by just being there.

I love you guys so much.
More than words can ever say.



Wednesday, January 17, 2007
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First Week in Perth


On the way from the airport to the hotel, I took a quick snapshot of the Burswood Casino sign.






Nothing much happened during the 3 days my mummy and cousin were with me. We went to the city everyday though, as it is walking distance from the hotel. They call the city Perth, just like our Orchard Road, and it's mainly buildings and more commercial buildings, and a couple of major shopping malls (David Jones, Myer), which are rather similar to our Isetan or Paragon. There are lots of shops along the street in an open concept manner, than shops in multi-storeys malls.




And there's this really interesting area called London Court, which is so Harry Pottery!
Shall take a picture of it next time.



One of the things I love about Perth is that the sky here is really clear. The "blue sky and white cloud" can get quite breath taking at times.




And not to mention, there are really lovely purple leaves trees here!




Christmas was approaching then, so the Christmas decors can be seen everywhere.






Oh. I must certainly mention that you can hop on and off the buses for free, as long as you're travelling within the city zone. And they have these CAT buses, which service just the city area for free.






On my first Monday in Perth, we decided to make a trip down to Fremantle. Took the railway for the first time, and it's rather interesting!




It's quite confusing at first, as there are multiple platforms, and you have to take the escalator up and down, to the other platforms.




Another confusing thing is purchasing the ticket. They have "zones" and you have to choose which one you're going to, and stuff like that. But once you get the hang of it, it's really simple. And just so you know, taking the railway here is more expensive compared to home!

A trip from Perth to Fremantle (somewhat like from CCK to Orchard), for an adult, is A$3.20. And you don't even have the $1 refund!

So the next time SMRT announces that they're upping the price, I'll keep my mouth shut.
*zip*






Their railway maps are rather similar aren't they?






On the way to Fremantle, the sceneries are great.
Blue sky, the water, the houses.









We didn't do or see anything at Fremantle, because it's only bustling on the weekend!
We didn't know about that, but still decided to head down anyway.
So we ended up at one of the mall there, just idling away.
Hahaha.






My mummy and cousin were supposed to be flying off at night, but they decided to change their flight to the next afternoon, so that they can spend half a day more with me.
Aww...








Sitting there at the hotel lounge with them, while waiting for their cab to pick them up to the airport, makes me feel so down. How I wish I could fly off with them!

After they're gone, I spent a night all alone in the hotel, before heading off to the homestay the next morning.

But that, will be another entry!




Monday, January 15, 2007
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Accepting & Moving on


The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,
Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it.



Sunday, January 14, 2007
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One more


In a span of less than a year, there's been 2 passing offs.



I can't bring myself to use the exact word for it, cos I've yet to comprehend it, and I'm still incapable of handling it.



When I first got the news, I wasn't in shock.
I didn't feel any particular emotions.

But after a while, it struck me hard.
Right in the face.



I thought of how nice and kind she was.
I thought of how sweet she had been.
I thought of her benevolent smile.

I thought of the endearing way in which she always mispronounced my name.



And I thought of how bad I've been.
And I thought of how I've found her irritating at times, and how I've ignored her.
And I thought of how I've always said I'll see her soon, but never did it.

And I thought of how I didn't make time out to visit her, when I had so many chances to.

And now, there's no more chances.
I've expired it all.

Even the very last chance.



Now its too late for all these isn't it?

She's never coming back.



Saturday, January 13, 2007
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Still around.


People have been asking if I'm really going to stop blogging for good.

No I'm not, my dears.



It's just that recently I've been dealing with this certain issue, and though I have a truckload of thoughts on that, I choose not to blog about it.
It doesn't matter now. It's resolved, and I'm happy about that.



And because I'm such a pea brain, I burst my bandwidth, by watching youtube.
Yes yes yes.
You can start laughing.

So I can't really go online much, for this month.



And so right now, I'm sorting out all my pictures, as I've just uploaded them onto my computer.
Just received my bluetooth from Mummy.

I'm also writing out my entries, those which are seriously backlogged.
My first week in Perth, homestay, etc.
Especially my Taiwan trip!


Haha. I'm sure most people have forgotten about the Taiwan trip.
That's 6 months ago!
Wahaha.



So be patient my darlings, and you shall be rewarded with lots of pictures soon!
Yeah!



: xoxo :



Sunday, January 07, 2007
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so . . .


I realised that now when I write about stuff, I think twice.
I've actually written stuff, and published them, only to take them down and delete them.
And as for really personal thoughts, I've just given up on writing them here altogether.



I used to be able to write about everything.
My thoughts, how I feel, my anger, what makes my day, my crazy antics, everything.

I once got into a huge quarrel with my closest girlfriend, because I wrote of my displeasure towards her attitude.
I know that she reads my blog, but I wrote it anyway.

I used to put my blog address on MSN, and so whoever is on my list, has the chance of dropping by and taking a look.

And that includes my ex-boyfriend, whom I've written about SO many times.
But who cares?
I still write what I want.



But now, there are times when I wanna write about a certain someone, or anyone, but I'll think twice, because I know they read my blog.

And I no longer display my angst or anger here.
Cos you never know who's gonna stumble across your blog one fine day.



And so now, I'm contemplating the idea of changing to a host with password feature.
So that I can write about my deepest, darkest secrets, and then lock them up!
At least I'll feel so much better, having an outlet to release all those pent-up emotions and thoughts in me.



But I hate the idea of being so secretive.

Well granted, everybody's gotta have some skeletons in their closets.
But those true blue skeletons of mine, of course, will never ever get the chance to see the daylight.

So you guys have no hope of ever knowing my most obscure secrets.
Unless you can mind read. Then that's another story.




So should I be true to myself, and continue writing here?

Being totally honest, and bearing with the consequences (whatever that might be).



Or should I change to a host with password feature, to satisfy that much needed release of mine?

Then I'll no longer be as open and honest, as I vow to be.



Or better yet, create a new blog and remain anonymous?

That sounds really exciting, cos I can totally write whatever I want, and be as ridiculous and crude, as I like.



Geez.
What should I do?



I know.
Go all the way back to the basic.
Writing in a true blue diary!
Old school, paper & pen system.



Seriously, I have to detach myself from here for a considerable period.
I'm getting too involved in blogging.
Like everyday!



Bad habit.



Oh. Speaking of which, I have this bad habit of frowning, without even realising it.
My brother is forever laughing at me regarding that.

A very typical conversation would go like this:

"Eh. Why are you frowning when watching such a sappy show?"

"No I'm not."

"Yes you are."

A few minutes later...

"There! You're frowning again. I told you so."

"....."



And I just caught myself, a total of 5 times, frowning without knowing it, in a span of 30 minutes.



Friday, January 05, 2007
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mi-ni-ma-ni-mi-ni-mo


"Down Elise. Down Elise. A little bit more. You can do it!"



Had my first session with the trainer today, and now my arms & thighs are aching like crazy.
He gave me 3kg weights each, when the ones I commonly use are only 1kg each.
Argh. Why did I even torture myself in the first place?

But oh well, at least now I know the correct positions and postures.
And aching is good. That means my muscles are working.
Hoho.



I've been intending to move out of my student hostel, cos I seriously feel so unsafe here.
And not to mention, I think I'll go mad, sharing a house with 8 people.

Yes, yes, yes.

8 people.

Just imagine the amount of noise.
Oh man. I'm not a noise lover.
Geez.

And there's only 2 showers & toilets.
Gonna have to take a number and queue?
No thank you.

Oh. And did I ever mention, that there's no TV here?
Haha! And now so you know why I'm complaining of boredom.



So went with Jean (the college's accommodation lady) to check out 3 houses today, and I think I know which house I'm gonna choose.



- Canning Mews -


I'm gonna skip this. Cos I don't feel any safer there. The door's kind of wacky.
And all girls?
Girls can sometimes be one hell of bitchy cats. I know it. Cos I'm one myself.
So no thank you.

And besides, I'm hoping to have some guys around.



- Sill Street House -


I really love this place. The security is total love. You gotta enter a security code when you enter the house, or else the alarm will go off.
Cool.

But one thing though.
I'll be the only girl there. Gah.
If only there's 2 guys & 2 girls.

I don't really mind though. But I'll have to stop all my indecent behaviors at home, once and for all.
Haha.

But I think my Dad & Mum will fly over and chop off my head.
So I guess it's out?



- Marquis Street House -


I don't really like the structure of the house, but I'm in love with the en suite idea.
You don't have to share the bathroom! How lovely is that?
Totally.

And there's TV in the room. So you don't have to share in the lounge.
But there's no wardrobe though. Only this metal structure for hanging your stuff.
And there's no fan. And its summer now!

But Jean said she's in the midst of forcing the owner to get wardrobes & fans for every room.
Hahaha.

I'll most probably choose this house.
Cos the room is bigger (i can workout in the room instead of the common area), it's en suite, there's TV, and the room door is pin coded. Keyless system.
No way I'll lock myself outta the room, like I did this week.

Go ahead and laugh. I know you want to.



The only thing I like about my current accommodation, is the fact that it has a really long table.
That's it.

The desk in all the other houses are all the normal kind. So I'm wondering where the heck I'm gonna store all my stuff.



If only I can combine the room of Marquis Street, into the Sill Street house, and add in a girl, then it'll be perfect!

But like Jessica always says,
"you can't get the best of both worlds".




So . . .
Which house should I choose?



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why ?


I can never fathom, which part of what I said, do you not comprehend.
If that's the decision you wanna make, then fine.
It's your choice. I can do nothing about it.



But just so you know, it's making me feel downright helpless.

It feels like someone pushed me down the pit, and there's no way I can get outta there.

It feels like someone punched me so hard, that my heart sank, and no matter how I puke to my heart's content, it's still at the bottom.



I can't remember when was the last time I felt this way.

Feeling so frustrated because of the complete helplessness, that I ended up crying, and feeling so exposed and vulnerable at the same time.



The biggest effect your decision has on me, is psychological.

It makes me feel so guilty that you choose to be miserable, while I'm not.

It makes me feel so bad about myself, to be happy, when you're not.

It makes me feel so selfish, to be moving on, when you're not.

It makes me feel like the worst piece of trash on earth.



I don't want to affect those around me, just because you make me feel this way.

And so the only thing I can do now, is to steer clear of you.
Until I can face your decision like it doesn't matter.
Until you can learn to let go.





Thanks to everyone who gave me virtual hugs.
Can't be too picky when you darlings are 3000 odd miles away. But I'm feeling so much better now.
And don't worry about me darlings. I'll be fine.
I'm a tough cookie.

*hugs*



Thursday, January 04, 2007
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no more cheese for me


"I was too mersmerised by his cuteness that I clean forgotten about that."

"HAHAHA! Oh my goodness Elise! You are so cheesy!"



And you know what?
The most touching thing which you said was "at least I'll know you're in safer hands".



That's just it.
I'm falling in love with you, Farhana!
Muahaha.



At times like that, I'll know that life is good no matter what happens, cos of girlfriend like you.
I'm so blessed.

Truly, madly, deeply.

*smiles*



Wednesday, January 03, 2007
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the sweetest thing


I was suddenly reminded of that day when I met up with him, and told him that I'm leaving.



I was a total mess that afternoon. Emotionally.

I sat there quietly while he had his lunch, and he took into his responsibility to get me whatever I needed.

I was on the verge of crying, and yet trying so hard to be my usual cheerful self.
Saying dumb things, to so desperately, cover up the fact that my heart is breaking.

All he did was smile at me, and said nothing.
Giving me the space to adjust my emotions, giving me the time to sort out my thoughts.



He had that awful expression on his face, which I've never seen before.
And I knew how he was feeling too.
Torn up by the sudden news.



He sipped his drink, while I ate my cake.
Toying with it, as I hardly had any appetite.
I just ordered the cake as a distraction.



Waiting, waiting, waiting.
Just plainly keeping me company, till I'm ready to talk.



Waiting, waiting, waiting.



Are you still doing the waiting, my dear?

I'm sorry I had to leave.
I'm sorry I'm one of your worries.
I'm sorry I've never reciprocated your feelings.

But I do love you so, in a different way.



Your absence these couple of days, made me realised that I miss you.

Thank you for telling me that I'm one of those people whom you really care about now.

Thank you for spending those nights in the chilly park talking to me.
Reminiscing the younger days, and laughing at ourselves.
Talking about the future, our dreams, and goals.

Thank you for always teasing and bullying me.

Thank you for that wonderful lunch.

Thank you for just being there that day, and saying nothing.



I wish I could be your aspiration or hope, through this tough period of your life.

But I am never confident if I'll ever feel the way you do.

My buddy told me to just let you continue with the waiting, but I can never bear to do so.




A selfish part of me wanted you all to myself.
But I know better, than to do that.



So even though it's gonna break my heart, I'm finally gonna be saying this to you.

Don't do the waiting anymore.
Many things can happen in a year.
Find a fabulous girl who cares for you, and can take care of you.

Don't worry so much about me anymore.
I have to learn to grow up.
Don't pamper me anymore.



Now that the hard part is over, I hope you come back soon.
And hopefully you had so much fun on your trip.

*hugs*



Tuesday, January 02, 2007
La vie est Belle <>


i'm a bore, trapped in a dom.


It is true that we evolve to adapt to our habitat.



My habitat is down right boring and non-happening, that even Boredom will avoid this place. It is practically a ghost town, and I can count the number of people living around, right now, with just my fingers and toes.

Maybe I'll even have a few to spare, which I can do some mani & pedi on.



And because I am totally capable of evolving, and that I'm absolutely adaptive, I'm blending in to be just like my habitat.



BORING !

I'M TURNING INTO A BORING GEEK !



If you're gonna say things like "go out and have fun lah", "aiyo, go out with your friends lah", or stuff of such nature, I'll help you now by telling you to save your breath.

Cos the bus service here stops REALLY early, and the cab fare will send your parents into a blind rage.
And I don't drive.



So . . .
Can someone please remind me, why the heck was I so stubborn, as to not take up driving when I have 6 months of holiday?
Why ? ! ? !



And did I mention everywhere closes really early here?



No more spontaneous "Hey, I'm just below your house, wanna come down for supper?".
No more "Let's go Kbox on ladies night and sing till 2am?".
No more "Wanna come out and slack?".



My social life is going "kaplut!", and collasping fast, like that of a failed spongecake.
My personal life is next on the list.



Heck. I better start doing something about it.
Maybe running around naked and yelling with my hands frailing in the air like a damn hippy will do.

Oh wait. I doubt anyone will even notice that.
There's just no one around to take notice.



Sob your heart out Elise !
Go ahead !
There's lots of tissue to spare.



Oh man . . .
I wonder what can be sexier than a boring geek.



Heck. Now I gotta go and do my daily ritual.
Lying in bed staring at the ceiling with a blanked expression.



Monday, January 01, 2007
La vie est Belle <>


what an interesting new day


Was feeling kind of cranky today.



Suffered from an extremely "upset" stomach the whole of yesterday, and it was only when I went to bed that I remembered I had medicine for it.
Somebody please tell me why do I even have a brain ? !

Tossed and turned for quite a while because of the discomfort, and when I finally fell asleep, "BANG! BANG! BANG!".

Oh jolly jolly. My housemate just came back from her friend's, and was slamming the door.
I had to fight that dulling ache again.



And today I hadn't had a decent meal (unless you consider an apple, an orange & 3 scrambled eggs to be one) cos I didn't do grocery shopping (and not to mention I just cleared out lots of rotting food the day before).

My potatoes were left in the pantry for so long, that they started sprouting, and were all soft.
I was going "eewww eewww eewww" all the way when trashing them out.


I seriously should drop the habit of buying things, and not consuming them.
But it's tough grocery shopping for one person !

Anyway, reading through Biology in the afternoon made me even hungrier.
Gah.



So I was talking to Chris online just now, about Perth and what's not, when he mentioned my decision to come over. He had the same vibe too, but hopes that he'll still feel the same when he finishes his NS.



Chris---Multitude says:
damn... why do i have a dick...

eLise - gosh . where is 7-11 when you need them ? says:
LOL

Chris---Multitude says:
this dick of mine is wasting 2 years of my life...

eLise - gosh . where is 7-11 when you need them ? says:
wahaha

eLise - gosh . where is 7-11 when you need them ? says:
good one!

Chris---Multitude says:
and giving me hell lotova trouble

Chris---Multitude says:
starting to feel like a woman trapped in a mans body



He just chased my blues away with that conversation !
Hahaha.



Anyway, I nearly scare the shit out of myself just now.

Went to the kitchen to get some water when I saw this huge mass of hair in the bin !

What the fuck ? !

Took me a while to realise that it was my housemate's extensions.
Apparently she got herself some new ones and was cutting the length.

Geez !

Blame it on those Japanese horror films. Them and their eerily long and straight black hair.



Oh. And just so you know, my brother loves scaring me.

Once he jumped out on me with a BOO!, and I was so shocked that I dropped my stuff and uttered a string of profanities.

And ever since then, he loves creeping up on me, just so he can laugh his ass off at my reaction.

Bugger.
But I'm missing that bugger of mine.
*grin*



Awww . . .
Somebody feed me please !




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Jack (or is it Jane?) of all trades,
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