s t a r m | s t May 27th, 2004
It’s absolutely freezing in Melbourne!
Been a week ever since I touched down in Melb and I’ve just gotten used to the (perpetual air-con) weather when it decided to drop to less than 8 degrees. Wonderful. And it’s getting colder by the day as winter approaches. When the wind blows, it’s teeth-chatter-heart-shiver-and-body-tremble time. Brrr…
Melb city is confusing. Buildings are in blocks and streets are supposed to be linear and simple. But once I exit Paramount Service Apts (where I’m putting up for the 3 weeks in Melb), the numerous turns get me all disoriented and lost.
And the food’s very expensive over here. A meal of sandwich (which is just bread and vegetables afterall) and a drink can easily set me back by A$10. I’m getting broke from just eating!
Morning classes were always interesting; the topic’s called “Men, women, love and work”. It is very very interesting! I actually participated in class discussions willingly, something I have never done ever since….God knows when… secondary 4? Afternoon classes were a bore though. It doesn’t help that the classes were after lunch; you know, the eat-and-sleep syndrome.
I’m homesick.
I miss my bed, I miss my room. I miss my mum’s cooking, I miss my brother’s constant chattering. I miss my family, I miss the other half. I miss everything in Singapore, and I didn’t realise that til 1 night while talking to the other half, I burst into tears without expecting it.
Oh well. Gotta make the most of the next 2 weeks in Melb though.
FYI: I’m on 181, Exhibition Street, Paramount Service Apartments and my prepaid sim card number is 0-150-66-390. I think Singapore phones gotta dial a +61 instead of 0 to call me.
s t a r m | s t May 18th, 2004
All my bags are packed,
I’m ready to go
I’m standing here outside your door
I hate to wake you up to say good bye
But the dawn is breaking, it’s early morn
The taxi’s waiting, it’s blowing its horn
Already I’m so lonesome I could die
So kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that you’ll wait for me
Hold me like you’ll never let me go
Cos I’m leaving on a jetplane
I don’t know when I’ll be back
Oh baby, I hate to go
Don’t wish to say much in this entry for some strange reason. Feeling kind of odd, or maybe I’m just too tired. Thanks to all who have wished me well. =) See you guys soon~
s t a r m | s t May 14th, 2004
1. Growing old is mandatory; growing up is optional.
2. Insanity is the only means of relaxation.
3. Forget the health food. I need all the preservatives I can get.
4. You’re getting old when you get the same sensation from a rocking chair that you once got from a roller coaster.
5. God put me on Earth to accomplish a certain number of things; right now, I am so far behind, I will live forever.
6. I finally got my head together, and my body fell apart.
7. There cannot be a crisis this week; my schedule is already full.
8. Just when I was getting used to yesterday, along came today.
9. Sometimes I think I understand everything… then I regain consciousness.
10. Seen it all, done it all, can’t remember most of it.
s t a r m | s t May 13th, 2004
A work of art by the other half.
s t a r m | s t May 9th, 2004
It’s getting hot in here…
Despite the unforgiving weather, I headed down to RJC with MangO and the other half this morning. RJ was having some ‘Move and Groove’ kinda carnival as it will be moving to the new premises in Bishan soon. As sis and the other half recounted past anecdotes during their two years in RJ, I found myself, too, remembering interesting incidents which occurred the countless times I crashed RJ years ago. Didn’t get to buy the tees that I’d wanted tho’.
Oh yes, Happy Mothers’ Day, Mum!!
In other news, I will not be around for the next three days so if there’s anything urgent, please contact me through my handphone, not the home phone. Thanks!
s t a r m | s t May 8th, 2004
Taken from Xiaoqiang’s blog.
I swear the ’sex appeal’ part isn’t true. And entering my name with a capital J, or entering it along with my surname yield drastically different results.
I so need to get a real life.
s t a r m | s t May 8th, 2004
I want to go shopping.
Contrary to what people think, I don’t usually like/enjoy/get hit by the urge to shop. I shop only for things I need; I repeat, need. I don’t go on shopping sprees like some girls who believe that having a same blouse of every colour is a must. Or having the full set of cosmetics is a neccessity, complete with the 197 different shades of course. Or that every set of clothes have to accompanied by matching earrings, necklaces, bracelets, belts, shoes and… you get the idea.
I woke up this morning, feeling traumatised by last night’s nightmares which seemed so real I had to crack my brain for a quarter of an hour, trying to figure out if the nightmares were just nightmares, or if they had already occurred. The next two hours were spent trying to tidy up my messy room and doing all the bits and pieces of stuff that were waiting for me since - I don’t know - eons ago. And then there were the things I had to remember to prepare for my up-coming trip and for the exchange program.
They say, whoever they are, that sometimes the more you have to deal with, the more you find yourself not doing anything.
Now, why do I find myself agreeing with this?
Everything’s screaming for me to complete them and my mind’s in a whirl.
It’s enough to drive a girl to go shopping.
s t a r m | s t May 7th, 2004
Finally felt the wonderful exams-are-over feeling.. Ahh.. *bliss*
s t a r m | s t May 2nd, 2004
Happy 22nd Birthday, Beebs!!!
Sorry, I couldn’t make it to your party… Hope you had lotsa fun, dearie.. We’ll meet up soon k? (sans Kong of cos, since she’s slacking happily down under with her King {Can’t help being corny..heh heh})
I know we have not been keeping in contact much, but I just want you to know that nothing have changed; you’re still my lovely mushroom BB! Here’s a little something for you…
For all the times you made me smile, thank you.
For all the times you held my hand, thank you.
For all the times you smiled at me, thank you.
For all the times you listened to me when no one else would, thank you.
For all the times you encouraged me, thank you.
For all the times you hugged me, thank you.
For all the times you shared a part of yourself with me, thank you.
For all the times you asked to spend time with me, thank you.
For all the times you trusted me, thank you.
For all the times you complimented me, thank you.
For all the times you cared about my well being, thank you.
For all the times you said “love you”, thank you.
For all the times you thought of me, thank you.
For all the times you brought me joy, thank you.
For all the times you were there when I needed you, thank you.
For all the times you missed me, thank you.
For all the times you gave me comfort, thank you.
