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!