36 hours in Canberra

Decided to make full use of my term break, and as a result of the failure to go to Gold Coast, i had decided to take up the backup plan going to Canberra for a night. It's pretty much Tom's idea, and so we bought the bus ticket and booked our accomodation in advance.

I woke up at the wee hours of 4.45am on a Monday morning to wash up and get changed for the 6am bus going to Canberra. Frankly, that's pretty early considering i finished my dvd until 1am and went to bed at around 1.30am. Walking to the central station, Tom was there already, wearing as many layers of clothes as he usually does. Boarded on the bus and took off sharp at 6am, with the sun had already risen up and the sun rays beamed directly onto my body.

The journey to Canberra takes around 3 hours in the bus. Lucky enough the coach bus was comfy enough to fail me on my plan of doing some novel readup in the bus when i fell asleep along the journey.

Australia has long known for its breathtaking sceneries. Most of the time when i were awake, i would look out of the window and sunk in the mesmerising scenery of the mother Nature. The notable litte dots on the lawn were the sheeps, yeah they were too far away, so i couldn't really snapped a nice picture.

Tom asked me a question which made me pondered and giggled for a bit.
"do you think the sheeps will die if there isn't anyone to shave off their wool in the summer? i feel kinda hot now by just looking at them. i think they should just stack up together so that the ones down under will survive, let the above ones die!" lol. that's actually true. Will they really die if the wool is not being taken off? help me with this question.

We arrived at Canberra round 9.15am. The whole city is so neat, so organised. Being unlucky on that day itself, the weather was poo. Sizzling hot, and there was so much walking to do. wth.

"did you check online of the places we are going to visit?"Tom asked and immediately got the answer "no" from my guilty look. Well, he didn't know me quite well, i am not that of a planner, sorry. "BE SPONTANEOUS" has always been the motto in my life! hehe.

I spotted a shop selling maps when i got down from the bus. i was blessed, at least i could save up the time walking directionlessly looked for a map shop. After getting the map of Canberra, we decided to look for the bus stop to catch a bus to our hostel.anyway, studying the map wasn't easy at all that i asked a pedestrian for diretion instead.

The mapworld, i worship you from that day onwards.

yeah, the map of Canberra City. actually it's double printed, the other page was the map of the suburban area of Canberra, but it wasn't needed. aha.

see, told ya map study wasn't study. Tom was scratching his head vigorously, well it didn't seem to help eventually. lol.

our destination was our hostel. Unfortunately, the street where our hostel is located wasn't there on the map. wth right??!! So we called up the hostel to ask for direction! it just happened to be at the street across from we were. lol.
this is the road leading up to our hostel. looked pretty nice huh? it felt like the place where some of the koreans drama like 'winter sonata" or "autumn in my heart" was filmed. haha. but seriouly, it's really nice.

phew, we finally made it there, Victor Lodge, haha. it's vey quiet there, so i guessed i would have a good sleep that night.
sorry, the picture is very dark, i forgot to change my exposure on the camera. erm, we shared a room with two other people, and they happened to be two malaysians as well, hehe. what a nice coincidence. so we spoke in malay as they have just come to aus for holidays. Ok, my Malay is "certified", i couldnt really speak malay at all. aw......

After settling down in the hostel and unpacked our luggage, we headed out to the city for lunch. A sudden thought of having McDonald for lunch had occured to me, thus looking for mcdonald was our next mission. Since we were staying off the city, it'd had got no McD in the vicinity. we could only go to the city for just McDonald. so sarcastic.
The fountain. nothing special though, just took some random pictures in the bus. the antishake function in y camera is kinda good, isn't it?


we then went to the Gold Greek Village where all the miniature of buildings are displayed. erm, actually we didn't pay to get in there, lol, just walked around that area and snapped some picture, and bought some souveniers. haha.
aha, it's all about Tom. they even have a TOM'S BAR here. actually, that's just a sighboard, there wasn't any bar existed there. lol.

A short excursion to ANU (australia national univesity) was made after that. Tom had got a friend doing Law in ANU, so we could just meet up with her for dinner and she could show us around before that.
a proof that we were there in ANU. haha.

a nice cafe in ANU itself. a nice cafe is very important to uni students. a cup of hot latte will definitely boost your mind and you can easily focus in your studies.

The quietness and the lack-of-entertainment in Canberra got me thinking that if i were to study in Canberra, i would be so much of a good student, study everyday, go to the library every so often and complete my assignments a week before they are due. lol. However, as the old saying goes "old habit dies hard", i think i would spend more money on the transport to Sydney or some other interesting places whenever there is a short break or worse come to worse once in a fortnight. aha, so the conclusion is, i am relieved i didn't have chosen Canberra in the first place.
Dinner was nice at one of the malaysian restaurant which served definitely good food and the i guess because of the eagerness to fill up our stomach after a long day walk. Asam fish fillet, Sandong chicken and Garlic King prawn. It's not exaggerated to say that the dinner had made our day. lol.

the night in Canberra city centre. This was so much different from Sydney city centre. it's way too quiet that i kept thinking it's 10pm but not 7.45pm. HELP!!!! we couldn't find anything to entertain ourselves. Going back to the hostel seemed to be a wise decision.

Along the way waiting for the bus, a lady asked me for the time. Instinctively and sort of less attentively, i gazed at my watch and told her " eight fifty". Well, after 10 minutes, Tom asked me the time and i told him "8pm". i could sense the shock in his face, and a simple question ensued "and you told the lady?"
"oh shit, it's an hour difference!!! omg, i hope she wasn't going on a date or something that her date would be scapegoat for being "late"!" feeling guilty, but it seemed to be too late.

The night at Victor Lodge was unexpectedly restful. i fell asleep at 10.30pm after the hustle of taking my shower, dried up my hair which obviously didn't take much of a time, and did some reading before i drifted to my dreamland. Woke up at 8am the next morning after ten hours of a contented sleep. The breakfast was provided by Victor Lodge, nothing fancy like bacon and egg or something as what Tom had been expecting. it's just the toast, cereal and orange juice. it definitely put Tom off with such a simple meal. However i was cool with it.

And wth, somebody stole my facewash when i realised that morning i had left it in the shared toilet. sobzzzz. Why would somebody ever want to steal things like facewahs? erm, i had already cut down my luggage by leaving behind the paraphernalia of my facescrub, flipflop and etcetra. and what now?it'd further been cut down when my facewash was stolen!!!!!

After the breakfast, we walked up to the city to catch a bus to the Parliament House. ok, lots of walking again!

ok, my bad, i forgot to adjust the light exposure, again!! i know, i am such a pain!! but bear with me, you still can see the parliament house, can't you?

after the new parliament, we then walked to the next destination, the old parliament house. oh hell, the parliament house thingy was indeed boring, i hope there would be somehting interesting like bunjee jump or sort of things around the parliament house. i would like it to bits. yeah, the old parliament house, it looked pretty new to me anyway.
the bus stop in Canberra. it felt like the mushroom cottage in those fairytales. hehe. so am i the prince?
erm, the only picture we took together the whole trip. still skillful in camwhoring~lol~
so the highlight of the trip, and also the main purpose of the trip -- THE FLORIADE!! lots and lots and lots and lots of flowers as you can tell by the name. aha. i am not a sucker for flowers though. but they are nice indeed.

lots of pictures, but i am damn lazy to upload them all. i think my grandma will definitely like the place, but not me. well, i will love it twenty years later, but not now. i think i am adept enough to take those nice pictures~lol.

Done with the flowers. we were extremely hungry by then. A feast was a must to get on with the rest of the day. erm, we went to a pizza and steak house, recommended by tom's friend. it's really nice, can's miss if you are paying a visit to canberra.

yeah, the woodstock pizza house~~you will be impressed by the food and amazed by the menus. all the pizzas are named after every horoscope. it's a fab idea. for those who are indecisive, you can easily make up your mind by simply choosing your own horoscope. erm, give it a go~~
erm, a chilling drink was definitely on the list. obviously the corona was mine, heineken or some any other beer weren't my thing at all. i know, corona is beer as well, but it isn't so "beer" if you know what i meant.

the pizza we ordered. actually we ordered two medium pizza which made up 16 pieces of them and a medium portion of lasagna. and i had to stuff myself with 9 pieces of pizza as Tom was feeling full by the time he finished the 7th piece of it. erm, time to put on weight. lol.

After the lunch, instead of being energetic, Tom was feeling sleepy. lol. I had to drag him to the war memorial as we still had three hours to kill before boarding on the bus return to Sydney.
yeah, the Australian War Memorial.
the Anzac Parade. well, i know Anzac day, guess it must have something to do with it. aha, cant be bothered!
lol. the unknown soldier.
yeah, malaya is on the list, not malaysia. it's during the world war period anway.

i think he must be tired standing all years through. anyway, he has the nice outfit, so it's worthwhile.
erm, the German something gun. i am not really into history stuff actually. so yeah, not much information you can get from me.

a last drink in Canberra before heading back to Sydney, can't wait to go back to Sydney actually.

So, the Canberra trip ended at 6pm, Tuesday when i boarded on the bus heading back to Sydney. Waved the city goodbye, i could still feel the reluctantness in me despite the boredoom caused in this quiet city. anyway, the interesting is, i have absorbed the geological map of Canberra,the bus route map, and the bus system. so anyone, if you would like to pay a visit to Canberra, i could volunteer to show you around. i am pretty much good at it now. trust me.

i like going on a trip, a trip organized by myself and exploring on my own. no rush, no pressure and you could just go anywhere you want. A conclusion had been drawn after this Canberra trip, it's not a city i will fall in love with, it's just....too quiet, and quite dead actually.

back to the Sydney at 9.30pm, i felt alive. the life here is so much more colourful compared to in Canberra. More traffic, more noises, and more humans on the street even though it's 9 o'clock at night. How things are so different in Sydney, how life is more happening in Sydney and how much i like Sydney and miss Sydney. i think Sydney has now slipped into my mind and has become part of my life.

weight and life

Weight has become an issues worldwide, not only for women but also men, not to mention to teenagers who care about how they look more than anything.

Waiting in the line to take your order in any restaurant, you would have definitely come across this kind of conversation
"This is too much calories to take in for lunch, geez, that's so fattening, i think i will just get salad but without any dressing"

Food has always been a kind of blessings for everyone of us. But nowadays (or actually since long ago) it has become a sin, a must-get-rid-as-much-as-possible kind of thing. i remembered when i was a child, and when everyone around me was still a kid who didn't bother much about how much weight they would put on because of the food they took in, we always talked about junk food or snack -- burger, crisps, fried chicken, french fries and so on, about how yummy they all once were. But now, even though they are still yummy, you will try your hardest to resist the temptation and just put them all aside. How sad huh??

For me, i am still taking in as much food as i want, and sometimes at the thought of putting on weight, i will eat beyond necessity, that is french fries for after breakfast snack, chocolate-rich crepe for teatime. i have never worried about how much fat the food do carry, how fat a person i can be ( only if the food is able to make me fat). i will just eat, eat and eat --and to be honest, i eat more when i am not happy, more junk food in this case. i remembered back in old times, when my mum asked me how did i spend all of pocket money away as she reckoned that's too much to be called pocket money for a teenager who aged only 17 or 18 years old. i gave it a thought, recalled where and how i spent all the money at. As a result, three quarter of the money were spent on food where half of it was spent on junk food or to call it better--snack!! wth.

i was having teatime with my big brother Jorge this arvo. A crepe rich in dark chocolate and a latte were what i was having.
"you should eat more now, eat as much as you want, i was like you when i was young, never got any fatter no matter how much i ate, but once i hit 30, whatever i am eating now will have an effect on my belly" he said.

that's what my mum has always told me, i will only get fatter when i am 30 years old. So the mission now is, get married before 30 while i still have my belly flat. lol.

the aftertoon tea with Jorge led to a lot of conversations. he was in India for work in the past three weeks. We have always known how bad the condition in India is, how packed the city is, and how poverty has always been the big issue there.
"a lot of students relish to come to australia to study, and the first thing they asked me was "i am going to do the PR courses, am i guaranteed to get PR after my degree?"" he said which he then explained to me the PR courses include accounting, hospitality and erm erm ( sorry i forgot the other one). It's clear to me that they just want to move out of their country, they want a better life in aus, and they have always thought of migrating here and what a big change their lifes will go through if they get the PR here.

Actually not only india, but also students from many other countries have always wanted to study abroad, as they always think that the life in western countries like US, UK or Aus is as wonderful as what they have seen in movies. To be honest, i am one of them. But in my case, any country will do for me, as i just want to experiecen different kind of life in different countries. Be it the western countries or Asia Countries.

i have been putting on weight moderately within the six months in Australia. however, the weight of my life experiences and the weight of my knowledge, not academically but socially and mentally, is escalating drastically day by day. I experienced the life i have never experienced before back in malaysia, the independence that i have developed here is clearly a lot more than when i was in KL, and i am embarking on my journey to my own future, in other words, accepting what my future life will be like.

"never forget you have so much spunk" Jorge once told me.

life has been rough for the past two weeks, it felt like a lifetime, and to be honest, i couldnt focus on anything i did, simply because the heartbroken soul was never together. but it is now, afterall i have learned that there are always people sticking up for you around, you will never be alone, and never to feel alone. humans are not meant to live alone.

"dont forget, your big bro is just a phone call away" i have finally felt that i am like a kid, and how the people i have met here meant so much for me. and sometimes words have the most amazing power to move your heart.

a picture taken during the excursion to the south coast. i am so envious of him ( the random guy in the picture), enjoying his life, making the most out of it.

Sperm Donation

i was strolling on the street when the scene of a couple fiddling about with their newborn baby suddenly hit my tears glands. i felt sour in the eyes, and yet touched by what i had seen before me. it's not the thing that normal parents playing around with their babies that rose up the maudlin me, but the old couple who seemed to really cherish their baby which maybe they have gotten it after a long time of struggles, a countless times of hope-shattering failure to conceive, or maybe after the unbearable pains of injections if the baby had been conceived through IVF or some sort of medical methods to help getting the baby. Anyway, they seemed too old to have the baby through a natural way.

A hell of a thought crossed my mind when i made my way to the uni after that. Sperm donation was that bizarre of a thought, considering that i am only 19, which is still reckoned as a baby for most of the people. I doubt that i am of the legal age to do sperm donation as been thought of being not mentally ready to be a biological father. So for a moment, i set the thought aside.

The actual reason that i have had the slightest idea of doing sperm donation was that i wanted to offer my help to those infertile couples as well as having the dramatic storyline in my mind that some day i will bump into a little Shane when i am walking on the street, how amazing it can be. i am well aware that someday i will have to take up the responsibilities of being a biological father, or maybe my own child in the future will be shockingly receiving the news one day that they have a half bro/sis all these years. It's not easy to deal with those things which they have classified them as ethical problems. According to the law, the child will not be told of his biological father until he reaches the age of 18, which i think he is matured enough to know who will have been his parents all these while and the biological father will merely be an exciting thought but not likely to replace the father who has been raising him up.

During the materials lecture, i told Tim about my idea of donating the sperms.

"f*** you! " he wrote it on my handout.
"i am disturbed!" he wrote again when i told him all the stuff.

"it's kinda weird to see all the little shane running on the street" he said it to me when we were walking back to the uni after lunch.

i am wondering why would i ever have this thought! But it just occured to me, not expecting i would really go into it and find out all the details. But to do or not to do is not an easy decision to make, and i dont think i will be doing it as that will really shock the people around me to death.

the thought of bumping into someone who looks like you out of the blue is kinda of scary, yet exciting. isn't it?

Guest Blogging

On the request of Shane, here I am posting an entry as a guest blogger. I'm Jason, for those who don't know, I'm currently his roommate here in Sydney. Alright, enough of self introduction.
Back to the post, I'm just gonna talk about what we had for dinner. FYI, thinking about what to have for dinner is not an easy task, perhaps not for you, but it is definitely the case for us. After spending some time wandering around the city looking for food, we finally settled for Japanese food. Food was pretty good and reasonable, environment was good too, however the waiting was kinda long, and so my phone became the tool used by Shane for his camwhoring needs.

Shot 1

Shot 2

Shot 3: Obviously self shooting doesn't satisfy his need, so I had to give him a hand.

I will end this post with a funny looking picture of him, sorry I have no idea how to rotate the picture, I have already edited the picture in my computer before I upload it here, however that didn't help so just bear with me.
Thats all for today, have a nice day folks.

Weekends

So how did i spend my entire weekends? On friday, i finished off the drama series i had been watching for a month! oh gosh, it took forever to finish it, so not me~! Went out with Jason after that to sign up for a post paid number. The pretty girl still remembered me, how nice, i think it's either i am cute or i am a fussy customers. ok i know, you all would say the latter is more likely to happen. but she gave me a month waived. okok, the arguement will not stop if i keep rattling about it.

On saturday, i woke up at 12pm. that's the longest nice sleep i have had since two weeks ago. oh my god, i could feel that it was going to be a nice day when i woke up. so yeah, i went out with sherene to the market city. she was looking for headset, but the task of looking for headset had then turned into a window shopping spree. Roaming around market city, i could really see my footprint on every inches of floor in the center. It's then we decided to head to the karaoke, greenbox which i think will soon become my second home. lol. yeah, it's only sherene and I, so two hours of singing had taken away half of my strength for the day. but the satisfaction was always that gratifying. what's then? walking around the city when jason was off from work.

At night, nick called me out to accompany him. so i went out at 10pm after the given 10 minutes to get changed. he looked sad, probably the aftermath of the breakup. it's then i knew the booze session was inevitable. we went to rockdale when his friends picked us up at worldsquare. We drank, played game, telling ghost stories and decided to head back to the city at 2.30am. headed back to city didn't mean going home, but to continue our night chilling at somewhere else. i got home at 4am, took my shower and settled down in front of my computer at 5am. yao zhong was on the line, i chatted with him for two hours, yeah, for the first time in aus, i have seen the sunrise. it's nice but i was tired. went for a jog and came back slumping myself on the bed and snored off.

the night has given me a night full of memories. i remembered how nice the time were back in malaysia when we went out for night show, we drove up to genting late at 12am, we stayed overnight at one's place, we dragged everyone else from their sleeps to go mamak and chatted all night, we drove around without knowing where to go. i realised that i actually buried all the memories at the bottom of my heart when i said "i missed everything back home" though i actually should have realised "i missed everything back home SO MUCH". The night spent with nick and friends brought back all the memories i have had.

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so i went to bed at 7am in the morning. and sherene rang me at 9am for breakfast as we had planned the day before. For merely two hours of sleep, i woke up and got changed and went out for breakfast with her and jason. Went to the typical western breakfast shop that was not really packed as everyone was still sleeping, i ordered myself scrambled on toast and cammomile tea to soothe my body.

Sherene said i looked so cute in both "girl" and "boy" ways. lol. the sleepy eyes~
Sherene was enjoying her breakfast. scrambled eggs and bacon on toast. looked nice~and taste nice~
Figuring out the way to open the tea bag. lol. it shouldn't be that hard voonsien~~~

We then went to the malaysian festival which took place in darling harbour. rojak, 100 plus (obviously we dont have it here in australia), roti canai, all sort of malaysian cuisine, but the price itself didnt seem appealing. we left after 10 minutes. We were planning to go to cabramatta for vietnamese food with Katherine and KK.
Waiting for Katherine. ok, i didn't colour my hair!!!

KK had gotten a flat tyre. so the lunch plan was called off. i went home and spent the rest of the noon in my bed. the sleep was on and off though, it made me more tired and yeah, i fell sick. At 6pm, i went out again. To dinner and spent the night at friend's place and had my haircut.

yeah, i have finally had my haircut this morning. it's 77 aussie dollars. professional~wow. but well, i didn't have to pay a single cent. thanks steven~~the haircut is really nice~~
front part, its kind of mess as its windy today. haha.

the back part, or side? okok side-rear. ok back to the camwhore me~eh eh, i dont usually camwhore ok. the main purpose is all on the hair!!!! lol....

Smile Therapy

Life is stressful, whenever or wherever you go, you see everyone around you is rushing. Rush to work, rush to school, rush to train station or even rush to shopping. Take a close look, there are at least 100 people walk past you everyday, but how many of them would actually lift their head look at you and give you a heart-warming smile? It's definitely countable with your fingers. And now ask yourself, will you really smile to a stranger that you go into along the street?

"No way! people might think you're crazy or you are interested in them~" you'd say. That's why the society is so lacking of smiles.

i have had a busy week, the assignments test insomnias and bla bla have really stressed me out. As always, when i am pressurized, i'd tend to do something strange, something inconceivale that i myself will giggle at my act afterwards.

A friend of mine Josh told me on Monday "Shane, what's wrong with you? i like it when you smile! so smile for me!"

It's until then i realised i haven't been smiling for a week, i mean from the bottom of my heart in this case. So i decided to revert back to the old me (the dumb-looking-smiling-guy), and actually carried out an experiment that i think is quite funny yet meaningful.

On monday morning, i walked to the bus station to get a bus to uni. What's different today from the usual uni day was that i looked at people around me instead of my phone. i smiled to some of the people whom i thought were worth my smile. To my surprise, instead of the awkward smile i'd have expected from them and the monologue "what's wrong with this guy" they'd have in their mind, they actually gave me a light smile, "how're you doing?"was then ensued. Only one or two of them did so though, but that's definitely enough to actually cheer me up.

i kept up with the mission when i got out of the uni. In the bus, a senior Aussie citizen was sitting in front of me, staring at me when i settled down on my seat. i caught a glance at her, and met her eyes (from the experiences i have had all these years, people would just try to avert their eyes to somewhere else in this situation). So instead of averting my eyes, i met her eyes for another second, and gave her the simplest smile i could make at that moment. Immediately after that, she smiled, showing all her white teeth and i could tell she was really smiling from the bottom of her heart as her eyes were smiling as well at that moment. I didn't strike up a conversation with her, neither did she, but i could see that we both were delighted. The feeling is unbelievable, the feeling of getting a true smile from a stranger that you hardly know or she hardly knows you is just gratifying. Actually she very much reminded me of my grandma. my grandma has always greeted people, even strangers. with her smile. A smile can draw you closer to the people around you, and actually make you more friendly, more approchable.

The smile is kind of fake, but it's better than anything, and you could get more back that actually make you feel great with merely just a smile!

Getting off the bus, i could feel that my body and my soul were all relaxed, it's the brisk pace that led me to the way home. i went to QVB for a walk, and repeated the same things. i still got the same outcome as most of the people did bother to reply my smile.

not only humans need a smile, animal and some non-living organisms need a smile too. They might not have the sophisticated brain to think like a human, but they are capable of deciphering the simplest language in this world --smile~
that has actually given me some confidence about myself and some satisfaction to make up for the moody week i had had a few days ago. and frankly speaking, a smile is the simplest way to make you look good, look charming and most importantly attractive.

Picture post

Haven't been uploading my own picture to the blog for a while. Think it's time to do so as to keep your memory of me refreshed~~install it in your brain and never to delete it~~lol..

Can see that i am getting worse and worse. Sherene could hardly take it anymore that she wanted to shot me in my head. we were in the train going to city from Homebush.

ok, Sherene had changed her mind by then. i am too cute to be shot dead. haha. she claimed that i am a poser, are always ready to pose. lol.

Went to Equilibrium for a drink on Suchada's birthday. Spot the drinks on the table, there are three vodka lemonade, and one lemon lime bitter. yeah, Sherene was having the lemon lime bitter, she is a good girl? no alcohol? hehe........

that's a queen, but i don't quite know who is she. But seems majestic. There are a lot of diamonds around her, as you tell from the picture, she is "shining". A statue setting up in Queen Victoria Building (QVB). pay a visit when you are here~

ok time to sleep, will update more soon.

See you in December

I want to go home!!!! i want to see the baby, i want to hold him in my arms!!!

A baby does make a lot of differences in our life. It breaks our usual routines, it brings another kind of life to us, it brings us a beam of new hope and of course a heavier responsibility. oh gosh, i sounded like i am a father now. lol. But to be in my brother's shoes, i could really imagine how much changes the baby has brought to the whole family.

i have always liked babies. I am always drowned in the thought of being a father in the future. At least now i am an uncle which can somehow quench my thirst for some time. i called my mom, called my grandma to update myself with more news of the baby. They would just tell me alot of the things that happened around. i could tell how happy they are by the sound of it.

i actually looked at the picture and try to fit its faceto my brother's or my sis-in-law's face. But it just doesn't seem to match. who is he alike? well, his figure is still changing, we shall wait and see.

He doens't have double eye-lid, typical chia's generation. However he has the hidden double-eye-lid as told by my grandma. Well, just like mine!! Good, you are going to be a cute guy!!!! lol.
aw. he looked so depressed in this picture. i think he was sad because i haven't been there to see him. he must be wondering "where is my uncle vs? everyone is here but him". I KNOW I THINK TOO MUCH!!! I JUST NEED MY EXISTENCE TO BE IMPRINTED IN HIS MIND!!!

His name is 谢孟轩, Bryvan Chia. what a nice name.

i want to go home. For the very few times in my life that i have had homesick, i got the homesick feeling again nowadays. Sometimes i am foolish enough to have hoped that i am still a baby, waiting to be pampered, need not worry so much over the things happening around me that i have to deal with.

"what are you worried about? you're a student, your priority is to study." my mum always said.

"if i am just going to study and not care about the things happened around me, i think i am so paralysed." i always tell her, not hoping she would help me with what has actually troubled me so much.

Actually i don't know how good a son i have been to my mom, not to mention my dad. We seldom talked about my problem, we seldom talked about my life, i am just a cheerful son to her, at least by the look of it. i am obligated to deal with my own life, i shouldn't and i am not willing to bring that up to them.

A new member has been brought to our family. All i want to do when i get back is to have a full picture of all the family members taken and everyone is laughing from their hearts!!

Kings Cross

Living in the city, i should definitely make full use of the fact that everywhere is within walking distance from my place, Kings Cross in this case. It's a 15 minutes walk from my place to the well-known Kings Cross.

What's it famous for? Initially it's known as the "Red Light DIstrict" where prostitution is everywhere along the street. But nowadays everyone is thronging there for its bar, club and strip clubs.

So after dinner on a Friday night, Jason and I had a walk there as our after-dinner-activity. Apparantly we were not there for clubbing, neither were we for a drink. he had never been there, so it's just a brief tour. Why am i explaining so much here?lol.

It took more than 15mins to walk there as we had just had our dinner and the overstuffed stomach restrained our moving and we had to make it slow. As we saw the big CocaCola advertisement board, we were relieved as it's the signficant landmark of where we were- Kings Cross.

Strolling along the street, it's still quiet, considering that it's only 8pm. The peak hour for clubbing is basically after 10pm. we walked past lots of bar, club, adult bookshop and of course the strip clubs.

Here the fun part had come.

We were walking past a strip club where the guard man asked us for ID. so i thought he was something like casual cop (too much drama!!!), so i showed him mine. and jason showed his as well. After he had seen it, he then talked to us
"Come on in, we have the live show!"
We just walked away, having him chasing after us and didn't seem to give up. we couldn't be bothered and walked down the street.
The same thing happened when we passed by another strip club. The guard men acted like prostitutes, sugartalked the passers-by to go in and "have fun".

i then talked to Jason,
"just tell them "i am gay, no point of going in" "

Jason stared at me for a moment and bounced me back with a question,
"what if he says this is a gay strip club"

i was stunned by the question for a moment, and continued being the crappy me,
"tell him "i have somebody at home to give me a live show, i don't want to pay to get in there"

Jason faked the smile to tell me " what else can i say?"

I couldn't help but wonder, why are we the target? there were plenty of people walking on the street, but why, why were we the target but not them at that time? Do we particularly look like we are going through spermiation or ovulation or whatever it's called and portrayed it through our horny look? Well, the only answer for this that i could figure out was that WE ARE TEENAGERS!~~

Teenagers are the phase which people refer to as the "curious and rebellious and "party" gang. if you don't drink and not get drunk, if you don't give away your "first sex", then you are not considered as a "real" teenager. How true is that?

At the age of 13-15, we fancy about getting drunk. we downed the first shot of alcohol, we talked about sex and giggled throughout the talk.
At the age of 16-18, some people might have their first sex intercourse while some are looking forward to it when they listened to their friends showing off their experiences, we still go out partying alot, drinks, hang out with mates, become so ignorant that our parents are trying to ground us at home by all means.
At the age of 19, which is the last but precious year of being a teenager, we act as if we are almost graduated from the "teenager's-fun-and-adventurous course" and called ourselves the experienced one. We tend to pick on the younger generation which are going through the stage that we thought we have all been through not realising that we actually are still going through the same stage as theirs. we are still going out on party, stay up late, drinking, clubbing all sort of thing.

frankly speaking, i don't know which stage i am currently in. i don't fancy drinking, i don't like clubbing though i don't mind going, i don't feel like getting drunk, i don't smoke, what the hell a teenager am i? should i not be enjoying my adolescence? why am i not into it?

maybe i have had enough(it's very unlikely) or i am just so sick of it?!!!!........

is life all about relationship?

i have had so many questions to grapple with all these days.
"is life all about relationship?"
"why are we so obsessed with the task of looking for the one for ourselves?"
"how true is the fact that most of the human beings can be blinded by love?"

All these questions have contributed to a few consecutive sleepless nights that caused me act like a drunken guy.

i have talked to a friend of mine Xin recently. She has just separated with her boyfriend. All she told me was that the relationship has lasted 2 years, it isn't long really, but try to be in her shoes and think:
"if someone that you have given in so much to cheated you when you think he is the one for you, what would you do and how would you feel?"
heartbroken? upset? not able to eat? not able to sleep? all these will mostly happen, and it will last for a few weeks, or months, depends on how much you have given in, or how emotional are you.

We always say, "relationships have its ups and downs, might as well accept it and think positvely since you can't avoid it by all means". "why sad? why the tears? is he worth it?"
These are the things that your friends will tell you when you confide to them about your broken relationships. That's just wrong!!!! Even a five-year-old kid who knows nothing about relationship can tell you those things.
so you will ask me, "then what are we supposed to say?"
To be honest, i have no idea at all. i don't know what to say, i don't know what's the exact way to comfort a people like this. "Try to fit yourself in, try to tell her something that you wish to hear from anybody else when you are the one breaking up" i told myself which led to the words i told her afterwards.

"Just cry, cry until you think you can get over it. But try to find someone you can trust, and cry in front of her or him, don't ever cry alone, that'll make thing worse. actually everyone of us would like our tears to be seen, not publicly apparantly, but at least be seen by someone you love or you treasure. If you think you can't leave him, just go back to him, talk to him. i will not ask you not to give him another chance because i know you won't be able to do it. Give him a chance to explain, and listen to him, then you will be able to judge whether you are going to accept him back or ask him to leave you alone."

i don't know if i was telling her the right thing, but once the words are said, you can never take it back. Well, she is doing fine, has been left heartbroken and is still heartbroken, but i think that won't be long until you have found someone nice again.

so the process of recycle is applied in our life so frequesntly that we hardly realise it. you are left heartbroken, then you continue with the task of looking for the one again until it's done, then you have your happy times, and then are left hearbroken again. even when you are married, you will get divorce and get married again. that's life, try to look back, you are actually repeating the same steps that you have been through, still anticipating what's the next girl or guy will like. you can't say humans are stupid, because we are confined in the big square of relationships which donimate most part of your life~

life is all about looking for the one. nobody wants to live alone, without partner in this case, no matter how heartbroken you are left in the previous relationship.
Looking for the one-->relationship--->happily ever/ heartbroken--->looking for the one-->..............
the same process is repeated until the last breath is exhaled.

New Status : Uncle

As the title said, i am an uncle now. my sis-in-law has just given birth this morning. I was in the lecture when my brother called me to tell me the news. frankly speaking, i almost fell asleep in the lecture. The call has indeed kept me awake and excited throughout the lecture. How i wish i am there to witness the delightful moment for the whole family, but not all alone in the lecture telling my friends how happy i was.

the baby is massive!!! 3.8kg which is around 8.5 pounds. oh my god, compared to me who weighed only 2.7kg when i was born. i have just received the pic from my bro.
HE IS SOOOOOO CUTE!!!! However, my mum's dream which has longed for a granddaughter proved to be shattered. well, my house is just lack of girls luck~haha.

Haven't been updating my blog for a while. i am busy with life, with a new life that i haven't entirely adapted to. it won't be long. i hope.

let's celebrate my new status!!! uncle. omg, i am so old now!!!

I am a good cook (self-proclaimed)

As responding to Mic's suggestion in my tagboard, i am going to talk about my new life when Jason started moving in two weeks ago, moving in as my roommate but not as soulmate, i hope it doesn't disappoint you.

so what's the life like? erm, it's pretty much the same when francois was here. the only difference is, the setting of the room has been changed, we have a bigger study table now as to accomodate two precious laptops which obviously are the most important tool in our life respectively. And we started chipping in money to share the food expenses, household necessties which i believe can definitely cut down my daily expenses.

and yeah, something that is for sure i am going to blog about!!! we cook everyday! ok maybe it's not everyday, but almost 5 to 6 out of 7 days. that's very rare for lazy people like me to do.

first day of cooking : fried spaghetti
ingredients : sausages, minced beef, spaghetti, soy sauce, onion and pepper
task : obviously i am better than jason in cooking, so yeah, i did the cooking part. no offense jason. hehe.
risk: burn the kitchen down (my friend always says that: " i am not going to let you use my kitchen")
level of difficulty: 3 out of 5 (it requires lots of skill ok!!!!)
***how nice it is?****
self-rating: 4.5 out of 5
Jason's rating: 4 out of 5
**WOW, this is just nice!! ** please make a reservation if you would like to try it out

second day of cooking: omelette
ingredients: eggs, sausages, onion
task: i did the cooking part, Jason did the cutting part.
risk: burn the bottom part of the omelette(mind me, you can't flip it over, so to make sure the both side of the omelette is cooked, you will have to control the strength of the stove)
level of difficulty: 2.5 out of 5
***how good it is?***
self-rating: 2 out of 5
Jason's rating: 3 out of 5 ( his remark: taste is alright, but it looked awful!!!!)
****WTH, my omelette turned out to be scrambled eggs!!!! that's just so sad!!!! what's the reason? i almost burn the eggs, so in order not to burn it, i turned it into scrambled eggs!!!!***

third day of cooking: steamed fish
ingredients: f**cking-expensive-perch-fillet(which placed more pressure on me not to fail it), prune, ginger and soy sauce
task: marinate the fish with salt, then put one prune to flavour it, and some ginger on top. then steam it.
risk: diarrhoa if the fish isn't cooked enough, or awful looking fish if it's too cooked
level of difficulty: 4 out of 5
***how is it?***
self rating: 3 out of 5
Jason's rating: 3.5 out of 5
***ok, frankly speaking, it turned out quite soury and salty as i put too much salt and prune. nevertheless a nice try***

fourth day: spaghetti bolognaise
ingredients: spaghetti, tomato paste, minced beef, onion, garlic
task: easy la!!!
risk: no risk at all. ok perhaps a cut on my hand when i am cutting onions. oh yeah, tearing while cutting onions.
level of difficulty: 1 out of 5 (hehe, damn confident weh, but actually its not that easy to make nice bolognaise)
***huhu, heavenly cuisine***
self rating : 4 out of 5
Jason's rating: 4 out of 5
***its pretty easy, whoever can't cook it, you can no longer call yourself human***

ok, time for chinese food.

fifth day: stir fried bak choy, roasted chicken( just need to heat it up, hehe), onion eggs.
ingredients: bak choy, garlic, onion, eggs, soy sauce, pepper, wine
risk: the risk of not getting nice food
both party's rate: 4 out of 5
***well, i used red wine to stir fried the bak choy. it turned out nice!!! so you people might try it next time***

A lot more to go. i am not going to blog about them all. life is packed with work, having fun, and of course dealing with some never-can-be-resolved-problems. oh yeah, gota introduce who is this my new roommate to you.

Jason, doing Commerce in UNSW, was my secondary and college mate, but we never talked to each other before we saw each other in UNSW.

oh yeah, Kai was here last week. i met up with her and went out with her for a few hours. i was working though. i was damn happy to see her, and a big hug when i saw her on the first day in QVB.
"you are still skinny, why do they say you are fatter now?" she said.
so people, call me no fatty!!!! kai has testified me!!!!

kai and me. it's been too dark to take a clear pic. kai's scarf on me, and i didnt know how to wear a scarf.lol. i seriously think that i will suffocate myself while putting on the scarf around my neck. i'll be the first ever person who is killed by the scarf, myself.

me, kai, Jason, and yihong chilled out at gloria-jean until 1.30 am.

see you in london kai!!!

life is busy

i have been pretty caught up with life lately. sorry for the lack of updates. i feel bad about that. However, i am not going to blog about any particular thing today. just some update on my current life here in sydney.

As you all know, i am working now, 6 hours a day, 7 days a week, that's really alot!!! i have requested to work less, but won't be bothered until the boss has hired the ideal person. Working everyday is not only tiring, but also boring. i am so fed up with the same routine now. Taking order, dealing with some bitchy people, serve the meal and clean the table. everyday is the same, the only thing that would cheer me up is when there are some compliment or warming smile from the customers.

i particularly like an old woman who is in her sixties, she will drop by the cafe once a week. Usually she is with her grandchildren, but lately in this two weeks, she has been coming alone with her smile, a really really warm and cheering smile. i really like her, she always makes me think that life is so wonderful, and happiness is everywhere around us. she has an insatiable appetite for food, after a serving of steak, she will order dessert or anything else. the saying " optimist or people who are always in their happy mode can eat more and definitely look younger than pessimist" is so true that i always hold on to it.

there is this japanese customer which always come to the cafe which we call him "the sleeping god". he is great, no matter how busy or how noisy the cafe is, he can always fall asleep after a cup of cappucino, and surprisingly, for an hour or two. he doesn't really care how people around are looking at him, how ugly his sleeping pose is or how bad he will be criticized. Sometimes i really think that we are not living for ourselves, but for the people around us. they will decide what kind of person we HAVE TO BE, but not what we are. isn't it true? you will change yourself when you get some negative comment from the others, you will live as what people want you to be. i always think that i don't really care what people are thinking about me, but actually i have been so wrong. i am scared, i am surrendered to the actual world, i can't really do whatever i want, and most importantly, i can't be the hundred percent real me. there is always one or two percent of you that you are not willing to acknowledge or be acknowledged of.

i was trying to snap a pic of the sleeping god from far. he is the guy in pink shirt who was dozing off on the table. a big salute!!

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Another significant incident i have to tell is the meeting up with kenny (klcc) last week when he popped into the city with Tom. We have both been in Sydney for 5 months, but we have never met up, seemed like we are so so far away from each other. oh gosh, it's only 45 mins in a bus but it has taken us both a whole 5 months to actually meet up. ahahaha. so we went for shopping, plainly for Tom's-looking-for-hoodies purpose. but it was nice going to bondi and then a quick beer in the city before dinner.
so, guess what he had all the beer there drunk. hehe. ok, according to him, that's the first time he had been in a bar in Sydney or in his lifetime? sorry i kinda forgot.
me and Tom with his new baby cap from quicksilver. life is so relaxing when you can have a quick beer and chatter up with your mates for the whole evening.

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francois has moved out the room due to some reason that i am not going to talk about here. as a result, Jason is moving in to fill up the vacant bed. Jason, a friend i have known since secondary school to college but we had never talked to each other. We first talked when we found each other in the same uni. so now we are roommate. It got me think that the world is really small, and there is always a surprise. Will update some picture soon, will be kinda busy with the settle down thingy.

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i was walking with sherene on the street after dinner where we popped into a shop with a great deal of sales. she was trying to look for some necklace or whatever accessories. so we saw some earring for guys. and Sherene asked me to give it a try. so yeah, i bought it and put it on~~

it's not that obvious as my hair is quite longish now. well, i don't always put it on, just occasionally~i am still not used to wearing an earrring.


A late update of Sherene's birthday. happy birthday Sherene. The cheesecake was so nice!! no kidding!!! promised to buy Kai a piece of it when she gets here~~

Chatting Machine--Don't call me honey

As told in the previous post, i am now currently working as a waiter. From the past experiences (three days only, but it feels like a lifetime, ahaha), waiter is the suckiest job in the world. Don't try that people, if you have a better choice.

Since i was 16 years old, i realised that i can get on with the elders easily, as in chatting for whatever topics that come up. it's quite abnormal for a teenager who is still under 20 years old to chat so much with elders. well, from friends' mums, my own grandma, grandma's friends, parent's friends, AND NOW MY FEMALE BOSS!!!!!! i am announcing that i have become a chatting machine for my female boss Jenny.

my boss, Jenny and Raymond is a couple who has married for nearly 30 years, or maybe more. During the second and third working day, i have become a chatting machine to her. she will start chatting with me whenever there are free time to spare in between. the topics covered ranging from her family, my family, her previous workers, her previous workers' background, life in sydney, her life as in where are they usually going for dinner and whatsoever.

Seriously, i feel so old, i dont feel my age, i dont feel i am a cool teenager, I AM JUST A TEENAGER WTH AN OLD MIND!!!!! worse comes to worse, i have become someone that she would tell when she feels like talking bad the others. Well, i am not complaining, but actually it's fun, at least i have someone to hold an easygoing conversation with at work.

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During the second day, there was this korean girl who came after the job. She was summoned for trial before recruiting her. She is around 20-25, i am not sure, quite pretty, quite hardworking and friendly. So everything went well until a freaking word blurted out from her.

" Can you give me a hand HONEY?" She said while i was polishing the cutlery.

actually i didn't quite listen to her, i was told by my boss to give her a hand. so when i came back, the boss threw me this question.

"Did she just call you honey?" Jenny(the female boss) asked while Raymond (the male boss) stood next to her smiling wickedly.

"huh? did she? i didn't quite listen to her." i replied, sensed that they were going to make fun of me the right next second.

so they asked the korean girl again whether she did call me honey. "THAT'S REALLY UNNECESSARY!!!!!!!!! SAVE THE QUESTION!!!" i mused, felt like fleeing from the spot.

"yeah, i called him honey" the korean girl answered. i stood there, suffocated by the laughters.

"oh honey, thank you very much" raymond talked to me, mimicking the korean girl.

i stood there, fell silent amidst the laughters..............................................................

so this morning, Raymond said to me while i greeted him morning "Will you not able to stay focus as your sweetheart is not in the same shift with you?"

"................, yeah, perhaps~~" i said, with the old tone and manners i have had for years~~~

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Jenny told me a story when a customer came in yesterday.

" he is our daily customer since a few months ago. there is a tale why he has become our daily customer." Jenny said.

obviously, i was waiting there for the story to be told.

"his wallet was stolen when he came to the cafe for the first time. while the pickpocket was in our cafe before he came in. the pickpocket left the wallet on the table after taking out all the money. so when he told me his wallet was stolen, i showed him the wallet that the young guy had left on the table. all the licenses and important IDs were still there."

astonished. i looked at the man sitting there who is in his fifties. he felt grateful and comes to the cafe everyday, yeah everyday, without a day failed. he looks sincere and kind to me, perhaps it's because of the story, and his sincerity has really touched my soul.

frankly speaking, it's always warm to see a person without putting on his mask. yeah, he felt grateful, he should come to the cafe for days or weeks, but not for months. He has traded his choice of breakfast to the cafe because of a wallet. i would say that's rare. but i am really touched. i had an urge to give him a hug, i don't know why, maybe his sincerity has told me that the world is full of love.

First working day

yeah, it's my first working day in australia. To my and everyone's surprise, i work!!! yeah, i am employed, and work, with salary paid, and i am telling you IT'S GONA LAST MORE THAN 9 DAYS!!!!

so what's my job about? it's all about
-- taking order
-- giving a hand in the kitchen when everyone's lazy to cook and eating out
-- memorizing all kinds of coffee on the menu
-- keeping all the abbreviation off pat in my brain to save up the time taking order
-- to help reduce my phone bill (boss said "no mobile is allowed at work" but it's allowed in the toilet, huhu)
-- to become a coffee addict within a week, i have unlimited coffee supply (oh hell, i had two latte today, they are sooo tempting)
-- a stepping stone to a better job
-- to keep me occupied instead of wasting time at home
-- a source of income which i can buy a pair of diesel shoes and of course to make me fatter
-- a way to make myself asleep before 12am and wake up at 7am
AND so on and so forth~~~~

ok, cut it short, i am currently working as a WAITER in a cafe selling breakfast and lunch, and of course coffee ( lamo, since when there is a cafe not selling coffee??!!!)

so you will ask me how was my first day going on? erm, it's pretty normal, woke up at 7am, left for work at 7.45am (oh gosh, chia voon sien, that's quick, you had only taken 45 mins today to settle on everything). and arrived at my working place "Mona Cafe" at 7.51am. yeah, it's only 100m away from my place. and started working.

work was easy, took order, sent it to the kitchen, cleaned up the tables when they were done with their meals, drank the coffee boss made me every so often.

HOWEVER, here came the first nightmare at 9.30am!!!!!!
two heavily-perfumed women walked into the cafe. they are the typical i-am-rich-i-have-nothing-to-do-i-will-just-spend-my-day-shopping-for-everything-on-my-husband's-credit-card housewives. ok back to the nightmare, i was beckoned to take their order.

before i stepped into the war zone, my boss issued an ultimatum "be careful, they are those fussy women"--- "erm, i could handle them" i said, not realising that i was getting myself into the trouble.

"good morning, how ya doing" i greeted, not expecting any response from them.

"good good. hmm, i would like to have a "bacon and egss" Woman A said, but not putting a full stop to her sentence. she then went on " can i have the fried eggs changed to scrambled eggs?"

"hold on, i will ask my boss" i said, and walked towards my boss.
"sorry, but you will be charged one dollar extra for changing it" i told her what i had been told.
"ok, it's alright. and can i have flat white, with chocolate on it?" she then continued. YA, STILL TAKING WOMAN A 'S ORDER!!!

"wth, flat white with chocolate on top? there aren't any chocolate on flat white!!!!" i mused.
ok so i turned to ask my boss again. she agreed with it.

Woman B was pretty much fussy, they were just FUSSY!!! and all i could do was giving a wry smile to them!!!!

phew, i gushed down a glass of cold water to put on the glaring fire in me. then here came the second nightmare at 10.30am before lunch time.

i was asked to help out in the kitchen. boss asked me to prepare the salad. yeah, it was easy~~everything was pretty handy until i was ordered to peel the potatoes~~

peeling the popatoes? it's damn easy, isn't it?
YAYE, ITS EASY!!!!!! IT'S EASY IF YOU DON'T HAVE TO PEEL HELL LOTS OF POTATOES FOR ONE HOUR OR MORE!!!!!!

hell, peeling potatoes for one hour. oh gosh, my hands were full of potatoes!! i am phobic eating crisps or french fries or chips!!! hehe, nono, i still love french fries from mcdonald~~~

so, the third nightmare came at night, yeah, it's happening now!!! i have to memorize all the dishes on the menu. i brought a copy back, and should be starting memorizing it, but hell, it's even harder than biology!!!!! i love biology now!!!!

by the way, there was this short conversation that made me blushed took place in the cafe.

"ah, so now you've got a lovely young man working for you!" the old lady who came for lunch said to my boss. i was standing beside the boss.
"nice smile, i would love to bring him home" another lady who was in the same table said.

i was blushing like a tomatoes........................

yeah, that's my first day. it's not hard, but the tiny nightmares had buggered it up. tomorrow will be better~~~

Sleep

everyone has to sleep. some have to get at least 8 hours sleep, some will have to take up to 12hours, and some don't even have a 5-hours-sleep a day. that's so different. some might think it's a waste of time to sleep your day away. some might think it is the best thing ever to sleep, and it's just heavenly nice if you can sleep whenever you want. but actually, why do we have to sleep?

we have to sleep because the lecture is simply boring!! the lecturer is standing while all of the students are sitting on not-so-comfy-but-still comfier-than-standing-foldable chair in Matthew Theatre. "we have to talk for one hour, it's tiring!" that's the most commonly used phrase by all the lecturers worldwide. but i personally think that students tend to have a more tiring routine. it's explained here. " we students have to listen to the lecturers for one hour, and within this one hour, we have to fight against the sleeping devil that constantly lure us into the sleep. so half of our strength are used to fight against the boring lecturer, while half of them are used to fight against the sleep devil.

the picture above showed the final outcome of "multitasking"- listen to the lecturer and fight against falling asleep. so when you're entirely exhausted, the lecture couldn't go any more dull, you will do the the wisest thing in the world, sit back and relax, sleep along with the lullaby~~~ photo courtesy to yihong, and mark who was talked into taking the pic by me shane during the two hours calculus lecture.

there is this tiny thing that i have observed from week to week. the first week i stepped into the lecture hall, it was so occupied by students that i had to sit in the last few rows. the second and third week, students were still coming to the lecture under some unknown reason ( maybe it's just nowhere better to go). the fourth week, i could get myself a seat in the first few rows even though i came in late or 5 mins before the lecture. the fifth week, it's a break for the observer me, i skipped my lecture. 6th week pretty much the same. the numbers of students in the lecture is inversely proportional to time. how sad!!! the sadder thing to say, hald of the students attended the lecture were asleep~~so now you have an idea how many students are actually paying attention to the lecturer.

we have to sleep because we are equipped with pillow and soothing music as a result of the invenion of mp3. some students who have biological background knowledge are smart enough to bring a small pillow with them wherever they go. it can somehow prevent you from any neck ache. anyone who are interested in the pillow, please go to the baby department to get one. it's small enough to be stuffed into your bag and to be called portable. so actually, there are a lot of tools or necessities are invented under the inspiration of getting a good sleep. so why not sleep more and be appreciative of the inventions??!!!

yeah, you guessed it right. i bring the pillow to school everyday. i brought it to taylor's for the whole year that i became the pillow supplier sometimes. my bag is undoubtedly comfortable~and i brought two pillows to aus, the big one to put on the bed and the small one to put in the bag. i am happy that i brought my big pillow to aus~~
"why do you need the small pillow?" my mum asked me when i bought the small pillow from the baby department in Malaysia.
"to put it in my bag and bring it to school, for some purposes" i told her and she was shocked that she said nothing after that.

next, we sleep because we are tired. the fatique caused by the assignments, the online games, msn chatting, looking for friends, waiting for someone to come online, unhappiness, and of course, the nice weather. i spend at least 10 hours online a day, and laptop becomes my fiance. frankly speaking, i cant live without my laptop.

i cant sacrifice my sleep for any other things except for my laptop. just like some people would sacrifice their sleeping time just to be with their lover. sometimes i think, why do we have to spend half day in sleeping, why not we spend it on any other better and meaningful things? whil e i am musing, my eyelids would unconscously shut down, and reopen again the next day when they get sick of the same position for the whole night. so, the same process keeps on recycling, the more i think i should do some meaningful things, the more i sleep. is that a good thing? DEFO!!!!!