Friday

Friday -
Run, lunch, shop, slushie, beach, fun waves, beach, mist
 
and then -
lasagna, walk,mist mist mist, low thick mist, trip, fall, mist mist mist
bike ride, uni drive, waratah, mayfield, stag.
 
set off-
ride ride ride and rideeeeeeeee
newcastle, night, mist mist mist
coal, industrial, fear, don't want hospital
 
drinks!-
ride ride ride and rideeeeeeeee
islington river, foreshore, fisherman boats, foreshore
lights, ships, mist
 
faster!-
restaurants, drunks, honk!
nobbys wall, very scared, waves, sea water
 
hunter street!-
ride ride ride and rideeeeeeeee
traffic lights, cars, slowpoke
 
mystery location!-
no id, cranky, sore
cranky, pie, cold.
 
MYSTERY BIKE RIDE - FANFLIPPINTASTIC FRIDAY!
 

MahJong

All I've done today is

wake at 2pm

laundry, gardening

walk to LeeYa - Nasi Lemak, Teh Ais, Roti Bom, Teh Ais (All for RM10!) and A Thousand Splendid Suns

walk home, sit at pool with ATSS

come home, use computer

eat dinner

play mahjong, Chengs come, play mahjong, play mahjong, play mahjong, play mahjong, play mahjong, play mahjong

YAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYY!

I want to stay here forever!!!

T.I.I

To whom it may concern,

The c button on this key board doesn't really work. My fingers also don't really work. In fact there are many parts of me that don't really work now. Welcome to India (one week later).

Yesterday, we were 3 on a scooter. One with her butt hanging off the seat. Bumps and 3 people on bike don't go well.

In Kolkata, it was fairly rat free for the entire stay. Until the LAST night. I came this close to jumping sreaming and everything that equals I'M-GOING-TO-DIE.

We have a secret language between us. It involves 5 fingers opening and closing like a bird beak. Meaning - HAGGLE. Especially with taxi men who want to charge you 10 rupees more than the agreed price.

If you want to feel safe in India, or at least Chennai, go to the cinema. In the cinema, you remove the battery from your camera, your water bottle label gets snipped off and they actually go through the contents of your bag rather than take a quick look. Forget about airport-is-safe. In the ladies line at security, you go to a secured booth to get searched, your boarding pass gets a stamp, you need stamped tags on your bags but... when at the gate, if your tag has the wrong date and the male security guard stops you, all you say is "We were at the LADIES LINE" and all is forgiven. So, cinema trumps airport.

If you want to volunteer at the Missionaries of Charity in Kolkata, be sure to have changed diapers at least once in your life before. It comes in handy when you are asked to change many diapers one after another. You also will not apologise to the poor baby who would have to endure your poor skills.

If you ever do decide India is a place to visit, be sure to bring along a million copies of your passport. This is what they require at internet places, phone places and maybe even toilets? Maybe.

If you get a toilet roll that is a tenth of your normal sized one. DO NOT FRET! The person who handed it to you did not take it out of his/her own toilet.

And when all else fails, just remember and keep repeating to yourself. T.I.I

THIS IS INDIA!!!

I Like THAT

I like that my blinds are open today.

I like that it is raining.

I like that the sky is White with mist.

I like that I have soft music plus rain drizzle sounds.

I like that I have fishballs in my tummy.

I like that I go on a plane in two days.

I like that I have a backpack to pack.

I like that I like all this.

I also like my mummy. alot.

Swiss Emmental and Blue

Tonight, I sit on my floor bed eating cheese from a knife, drinking sweet tea from a bottle and read The End of a Spear. So much for the 1 hour walk around the condo today.

This cheese is delicious.

I lay in bed worrying about many things. About India, God, friends, love. And I was overwhelmed to the point of eat-cheese-at 1.30am. Eww, I just chewed on a piece of cheese wax, thinking excitedly that I was about to consume blue cheese.

Now that's the real stuff.

I read blogs of people whom I look up to for their wisdom and thought provoking writing. Who share their life like I'm a trusted friend. I read their writings of unique struggles as they live in circumstances that you would say aren't normal. They are normal people with normal thoughts. And so I'm normal too and therefore would have normal thoughts.

I'm down to my last piece of blue.

I have to make myself think. What is incredible? I miss having the culture where people praise people all the time. "Nice shirt!" "Your hair looks good like that" "That cake was delicious." "You're so funny" But now, why would I absorb all these things that shouldn't matter? Or do they?

Last Swiss Emmental. Sweet tea does taste good with cheese.

I think I try. I've kept my room clean. I exercise. I play the piano. I cook and do chores. But I don't read, I don't draw, I don't create, I don't talk, I don't Love, I don't smart.

You know what? Maybe I just need to see more people other than my family.

See ya, I'm going to get more cheese.

Wan One

Happy New Decade!

I was away from the city after driving 40 minutes on scary highways (Slowly) I feel somewhat like a hero.

So, I don't update the other blog anymore because I don't have access to it. Read: lost password. oops.

I have a splitting headache now at 2am on the 3rd of Jan. Some would advise to go to sleep but I'm waiting on some streaming to get done.

India is in... 15 days and I still have about 5 big things on my sticky note "things to do"

Number one. Go exercise. OK.

My bed is also broken. I need alot of things.

So goodbye, 2011 shall be very different in Newcastle compared to 2010. I think I shall enjoy it!

Cold

It's drizzling with the sun still shining. Theres a little bit of coffee left. Almost lunch and very cold. One piece of pizza and some garlic bread. All cold. Why am I in shorts? I want to sit outside, I wonder if the tears have dried.

It's grief. It will never stop. I miss you Aunty May.

Newcastle

I know, it's about time I wrote something somewhere. I thought of writing in the other blog since I'm away from home, but I kinda can't be bothered too. Life here is like life. I have fun, I go to uni, I work, I get lost, I cook, I sleep I... still live out of my suitcase which sucks big time. That reminds me, I should make that phone call about a free wadrobe with free delivery. Well, if i have to call with my credit, it's not exactly 100% free? Ok, time to take the bus with my illegally obtained student bus ticket since the hubs closing down and I don't want to be locked in. Till.. I get internet!

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I have a dream

I had a dream.

That I packed a night before departure day and fell asleep in the process. Woke up to the banging on my door " The taxi is here!" oh crap, I have 2 half full luggages and alot more to stuff in. Then, everything else was a blur except the panicky feeling in my gut going "oh shit oh shit oh shit" Next thing I know, I'm driving down a slope and I see a car... full of my left-behind clothes!! I immediately stop him and it turns out to be a friend willing to give it all back. So we're at the side of the street transferring a whole bundle of green and white shirts when a girl walks by saying : how much?

There you go, the reason I'm starting to pack seriously.

4 more sleeps and 1 on the plane and I have left home for good.

22 days!

Hello space, it's 4am again.

I leave in.... 22 days! crazy. It doesn't feel real and yet it is. I still think that I'm gonna stay at home in my room, go to school teach, come home and do nothing. That's sooo not happening anymore man. My do nothing days will stop very soon... or rather, slowly becoming do things days. Hard to believe that in 22 days I'm gonna live on my own. Literally! And that'll be a first and scary thing. My "own home", own room, own food, own stuff etc. Studying, working, etc-ing. So scary la. Then also the messing up bit which I don't want to do but will happen anyway. Also the living with other people for more than 2 months. Doulos was the longest and that was only 2 months! I wonder who will pick up the knife first. I may need ear plugs, and a punching bad and... (this is not a testimony to me killing my house mate) I don't even know the status of the house, of the place I'm gonna live in. So far, I have not expressed any desires concerning it as long as it doesn't burn my pants off. Maybe I should start eh? Then again, what would I know about house hunting in Newcastle. Well, He's brought me so far, He'll bring me further.

22 days!

So Bored La

So bored right now. At 10pm it felt like 12am. Man, I'm running out of energy... it's the teaching + 2 new kids + 3 year old + I-don't-want-to-teach-anymore. The 3 (almost 4) year old is Clay.

Me: What's your name?

Clay: I am 4!

SO cute. We made a tent in school today. Snacked on biscuits, told stories and sang songs. So awesome.

I'm so bored I found this video.

It's long but worth it. YOU MUST WATCH IT.

I think all the food I've consumed today is gonna come out the wrong way. Every time I think about it... ARGH! beh tahan!!

edit: watch the vid on youtube instead. I edited this one to fit my blog so it's smaller than it should be. YOU MUST WATCH

2010

2010

I've been listening to this song over and over and over again. Heard it on Doulos and fell in love.

I turn 21 this year. Surreal.

Jolly

tis the season to be jolly

Holidays now and I'm loving it. I'm mostly at home alone doing nothing but bum around on the computer, in front of the tv, watching series', eat whats left at home and read when I feel like it. Unless I've made plans, that's just about it. I think there's stuff to do and people to see but I'm in no hurry. I'll attempt baking gingerbread cookies this holiday. Attempt.

I was suppose to work but since they don't want me (denial.) I'm fine just doing what I'm doing. I'll slip in some holiday to Singapore, hopefully with Civicky. Then I can see Doulos one last time, meet with the awesome people, do stuff I won't do if I go with my parents like visit the night safari, laze on Sentosa beach etc. Civicky, pleaseee go!

No hype at all abut Christmas man.. except the cookies. mmmmm, they're the best with dark roast coffeeeee. Not a single christmas deco at home. I'm travelling to Camerons on Christmas day for 3 nights in a 5 star resort aka heaven. can't wait!

Life is good when you have nothing to worry about. It doesn't last long, so here I am enjoying the moment!

What a day!

It be a day of many high's and lows... and abit of numbness in between.

Last day of school! =)

Goodbye pineapples =(

Kathy's coming back soon! =)

Goodbye pineapples =(

Clean up classroom =(

HOLIDAY! =)

Doulos ends =(

I can wear my jeans! =)

My room is a mess =(

Dinner! =)

No parking for an hour =(

Nandos! =)

No beer =(

Send the girls back, good times! =)

Stuck in traffic =(

I got my transcript! =)

More application stuff =(

and more...

drama drama. what a day!

Seeck

Sick of it all!

I hate science. It takes me at least 3 times more effort than a weird i-like-science person to figure out these stupid questions. like out of no where - calculate the heat lost by condensed steam. Was I suppose to already know immediately that I can't use the specific heat of steam because condensed steam is water? aaargh. it's getting old man. only 3 freakin books. I want to be over with it now! and the haven't-applied-for-uni thing is starting to get worrisome. HAH trust me to say that. a year later... HAH

If I had my way right now, I would go to a place where I could munch and munch and munch on something. Like nachos... mmmmm nachos. with cheese. huge ones with cheese. and then wash it down with alot of nice cold cold beer. aaahh. Only place I can think of is Chillis. Eh, not a bad idea actually.

It's November. It's busy. It's too crazy. It's tiring. I wish this crazy spell would just go past very very quickly so things can be nice again. I fucking hate disputes man.

I Love the Floor

post number 120

I love the floor. I love sleeping on the floor. I love sleeping face down sprawled out on the floor. I love sleeping face down sprawled out on the floor with music around me.

Something like this. Except I'm not a cat. Um, you get the idea. Which is why I don't like football right now. It's interrupting my music.

Ah yes, I forget.

I love sleeping face down sprawled out on the floor with music around me when I'm alone at home. It's the best kind of sleep. I'm serious. TRY IT

One day,

So I think I will put more effort into my blog. I think. Thanks alot Civicky. (note: sarcasm)

One day, I will go to South Africa

One day, I will go to Peru

One day, I will go to Mongolia

One day, I will definitely go to Swtzerland

Rorschach - where the swiss friend lives

One day, all the pink stumps will turn green and my map will be covered.

Now, I'm planning for Thailand

"The world is a book, and those who do not travel read only one page" - St Augustine

Dash

I don't know. I don't know. I really don't know.

Doors - wooden things (maybe not wood all the time?) that open and close. That's what they're meant to do. But maybe this time, I don't want them to follow the laws of the universe. Just for me. At least I didn't ask the earth to stop spinning. I'll save that for another time.

Dreams - the images in your mind as you sleep. I think a pastor once said that beings with souls dream, which is why dogs won't. It's strange how Friday nights have become nightmare nights. Twice in a row during my Friday sleeps with similar nightmares. Nightmares where I'm aware that I'm in dreamland because I remember thinking "I better get all these images in mind, or I'll forget them when I wake up." It's strange, it has to stop.

Weekends - rest days, BFM days, do nothing days. My big fat foot la. They've become study days since weekdays have become SO TIRED LA days.

English - CONQUERED

Science - I DON'T WANT TO DO

ps: Civicky, I didn't laugh, try harder.

Scrawny chicken from KFC

one hour for KFC. And he complains that he made the wrong choice. It was the wrong decision! Admit it. No, I don't want original or spicy. The chicken is scrawny he says. That is so funny.

I have books in front of me. I am so bored and so sick of it. This is all I do now, or at least what I've been doing this week so far. I can see the future (don't need a time machine!) I see myself doing about the same thing over and over again. But OH THE EXCITEMENT!

school

pineapples

drama

home

study

study

study

study

sleep

repeat

at least I won't be 10kg heavier than I was last year when all this is over ( I hope) TEN!

four more books and I'm free! forawhile

I'm so tired. thank God for Nescafe tarik (with a hint of cinnamon) 5 minutes away. I love mamak - oh how I'll miss thee

Steps

I'm just thinking. I would like to look into the future. Yes, just a glimpse, that'd be nice. To see where I am, what I'm doing, who I am etc. I think it'd be interesting. I'm so curious!! I shall build a time machine tonight. So, remember this is where you heard it first. Jasmine will build a time machine. Oh the GLORY! and the FUN! and the... CORRUPTION? I'm so Malaysian I kid myself.

Step 1:

Log out of Blogger

Step 2:

Don't sleep

Step 3:

there are more than 2 steps? man! I want to sleep. I'll build it tomorrow. Good night. Maybe I'll dream the future tonight. Save me from all the steps.