Everyone has gone through that time in life that you live when everything suddenly feels stale and hopeless. Dissatisfaction with work, or friends or maybe your significant other, you eventually start toying with ideas of moving someplace far and starting over.
I made hasty decisions in the past that led me here today, and these decisions created some changes in my life but now, I realized it led to only something temporary.
When I first arrived in Australia, I told myself, it's only for a year. After a year, I will head back home.
I don't know if I can say the same for now.
On a lighter note,
Kelvin Chai threw Alex's sock into Karina's curry. =D
Friday, July 17, 2009
Monday, July 13, 2009
Sunday, July 12, 2009
Big Mama - The Kimchi Chronicals
Now when I say big Mama i don't mean
The band
There's a restaurant in Swanston which sells pretty ok Korean and Japanese food near Arrow and Verve. Yesterday, after pool, we were all geared up to go. You see the day before Alva and I watched Anthony Bourdain in Korea, so it's completely understandable why WE WANT KOREAN FOOD. So we battled the storm/crazyasswind which literally pushes you to the back when you walk forward. And then!
IT HAPPENED.
As soon as we stood at the door, the staff turned the 'open' sign over to -- We're closed so go ahead and mope and cry on your Facebook status and die in the cold, cold streets you piteous imbecile. Muahahahaha!
I feel like a gungho korean being robbed off the family's secret Kimchi recipe!
GARGH DOMODOMODOMO.
Apart from answering machines and nonresponse from people I crack jokes to, I have a new pet-peeve since coming to the city. I cannot stand walking up to a doorstep of an eatery staring blankly at the closed sign. Twice at Blok M, once in Coconut House... Based on my annoy-o-meter, this is first place, at the highest extreme in terms of how annoying it is.
Thankfully there's always 24 hours food chains, friends with a truck load of videos, boardgames, wii, PS, and Fox 8.
Side note.
I may have been too pessimistic about leaving Gippsland, where people lived close to each other and bonded because of that, to the City, where I recently found out people also do the same. (: It's the people you surround yourself with that makes it all better. With all honesty, I always thought the city was going to be a place I would never fit in. But I'm glad now that I'm here, I realized I may have been too quick to judge. In this period of time where there's so many changes taking place, no matter how small, I am adapting well.
The band
There's a restaurant in Swanston which sells pretty ok Korean and Japanese food near Arrow and Verve. Yesterday, after pool, we were all geared up to go. You see the day before Alva and I watched Anthony Bourdain in Korea, so it's completely understandable why WE WANT KOREAN FOOD. So we battled the storm/crazyasswind which literally pushes you to the back when you walk forward. And then!
IT HAPPENED.
As soon as we stood at the door, the staff turned the 'open' sign over to -- We're closed so go ahead and mope and cry on your Facebook status and die in the cold, cold streets you piteous imbecile. Muahahahaha!
I feel like a gungho korean being robbed off the family's secret Kimchi recipe!
GARGH DOMODOMODOMO.
Apart from answering machines and nonresponse from people I crack jokes to, I have a new pet-peeve since coming to the city. I cannot stand walking up to a doorstep of an eatery staring blankly at the closed sign. Twice at Blok M, once in Coconut House... Based on my annoy-o-meter, this is first place, at the highest extreme in terms of how annoying it is.
Thankfully there's always 24 hours food chains, friends with a truck load of videos, boardgames, wii, PS, and Fox 8.
Side note.
I may have been too pessimistic about leaving Gippsland, where people lived close to each other and bonded because of that, to the City, where I recently found out people also do the same. (: It's the people you surround yourself with that makes it all better. With all honesty, I always thought the city was going to be a place I would never fit in. But I'm glad now that I'm here, I realized I may have been too quick to judge. In this period of time where there's so many changes taking place, no matter how small, I am adapting well.
Saturday, July 11, 2009
Friday, July 10, 2009
Door.
I believe in life when one door closes, another will open. But what is actually happening now is the walls are closing on me and in this very room, there is one door that refuses to freaking open.
Both literally and metaphorically.
Emotionally, I'm incredibly incapable. It's true. I'm starting to cave in. There's no food supplies and I'm hungree.
.
.
.
*can somebody pop by Armadale and rescue us? We're locked up in our apartment. Bring pizza. You will be handsomely rewarded.
Both literally and metaphorically.
Emotionally, I'm incredibly incapable. It's true. I'm starting to cave in. There's no food supplies and I'm hungree.
.
.
.
*can somebody pop by Armadale and rescue us? We're locked up in our apartment. Bring pizza. You will be handsomely rewarded.
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Simply the best.
I have very romanticized feelings for Gippsland etched in my reverie.
It's one of the best things that has ever happened to me. All I've learnt to love, learn to laugh and things I learn to overcome. Possibilities, impossibilities, the rights, the wrongs, the good, the not so good...
This is the time where I have gone through the greatest amount of adventure and self-discovery. Gippsland has made me see the finer things in life.
People are too caught up with the rush. I am one of them.
Before coming to Australia, I was so bent on joining Alex in the city. Complaining to my Dad about how boring Gippsland will be and why I had to be forced to take the subjects that I took. Kevin, our course coordinator, convinced me that it wasn't going to be so bad. I was skeptical once. However, Kevin didn't lie.
I remember my first impression of Gippsland. When Kai was saying, Gippsland was going to be one of the places where you will remember for life. A place you will miss. I remember I responded to him with a weird look half munching on a smoked salmon sandwich he offered.
Midway through the semester, I get it.
I finally get it now.
Exchanging to Gippsland is one of the most memorable experiences of my life.
It's one of the best things that has ever happened to me. All I've learnt to love, learn to laugh and things I learn to overcome. Possibilities, impossibilities, the rights, the wrongs, the good, the not so good...
This is the time where I have gone through the greatest amount of adventure and self-discovery. Gippsland has made me see the finer things in life.
People are too caught up with the rush. I am one of them.
Before coming to Australia, I was so bent on joining Alex in the city. Complaining to my Dad about how boring Gippsland will be and why I had to be forced to take the subjects that I took. Kevin, our course coordinator, convinced me that it wasn't going to be so bad. I was skeptical once. However, Kevin didn't lie.
I remember my first impression of Gippsland. When Kai was saying, Gippsland was going to be one of the places where you will remember for life. A place you will miss. I remember I responded to him with a weird look half munching on a smoked salmon sandwich he offered.
Midway through the semester, I get it.
I finally get it now.
Exchanging to Gippsland is one of the most memorable experiences of my life.
Friday, June 26, 2009
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Battle scar.
Loop Me
__________
This is every lefty's problem.
To the question that I didn't manage to answer...
I'm gonna throw rocks at you =P
CCP tmr. Not a very good time to start.
This time its done
It’ll never feel the same
But we had some good times
Guess it’s sad just the same
__________
This is every lefty's problem.
To the question that I didn't manage to answer...
I'm gonna throw rocks at you =P
CCP tmr. Not a very good time to start.
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
On fire.
When He's near you,
You're on fire,
When He speaks,
You're on fire,
Burning at these mysteries,- Switchfoot
_____________________
WOO. One paper down. 2 more to go. I'm keeping my fingers crossed. I was never good with exams.
If there was something that can make me burst into flames, it's a good thing.
ITS DAMN COLD DOWN HERE.
Monday, June 22, 2009
Not that kind of girl.
A very long time ago, someone called me a doormat. The kind you trample on after you're done with shower, pee-pee, poo-poo and what not. I haven't spoken to that person since eternity but it still bothers me till this day. Surprise, surprise, Szejia knows how to bear a grudge. (only do when I get personal attacks like this)
I would like to think of myself as an unconventional person, a closet non-conformist performing random acts of rebellion through subtle behaviours, acts and speech-In other words, this is me justifying me and my dirty-talk ;). One may find understanding me to the most purest form as a person that I am is not difficult at all.
I get a tacit agreement from all of you, I know.
I rarely keep emotional ramblings (whether happy or sad) on my blog. Normally, I only express it in a word or a sentence keeping details to myself. I assume people would never be able to decode it but since people who are close to me know I am that kind of person who can be read like a book, it's just a matter of wanting to read me or not. I try to conceal things, it comes out anyway because concealing things about myself is not something I was never good at.
And yet, unleashing my innermost thoughts injected into conversations through my sheer wit (self praise is no praise lol) and probably my very very lame brand of humour, I feel that I risked being constantly judged by what I say or do. This judgement, makes it a lot harder for me to socialize with my own persona. The fact that what I say doesn't jive into the boundaries of what I'm expected say allows people to sees me as a deviant, an 'other'. How much effort I put to try to be human is the same amount of effort I put in to carry out an act, to conform. Which I eventually get tired of and it goes poof and then I'm all exposed again.
I feel I'm constantly switching roles from one to another.
At times, I wonder if I sacrifice 'too much' in the name of humour. One of the things most humourous people find hard to deal with is the fact that they will not be taken seriously and its one of those situations that I find myself in once in a while.
Perhaps the constant snide remarks that was put across the discussion table proves the irony of the fact that that person who once labeled me that dreaded D word might actually be right. I hear alarms blaring red lights blinking. Say what? Something must be done.
I'm happy, don't misunderstand. I don't think there's anything significant other than an upcoming PMS that triggered this aching need to write this. There's only this much a person can take. I just wonder how long I can continue.
Perhaps there are other reasons to it that I can't pin point.
Perhaps there's something I can't face, something I feel that the way I am being treated is caused by with my way of interaction, non-gender conforming what not. It's my dirty talk. T.T I know it.
But still you can't deny. My talk is funny. ;P And BTW, i have just incorporated my sociology and com theories into this post. Brilliant.
OK. First exam in Aus tomorrow. Bless my soul.
I would like to think of myself as an unconventional person, a closet non-conformist performing random acts of rebellion through subtle behaviours, acts and speech-In other words, this is me justifying me and my dirty-talk ;). One may find understanding me to the most purest form as a person that I am is not difficult at all.
I get a tacit agreement from all of you, I know.
I rarely keep emotional ramblings (whether happy or sad) on my blog. Normally, I only express it in a word or a sentence keeping details to myself. I assume people would never be able to decode it but since people who are close to me know I am that kind of person who can be read like a book, it's just a matter of wanting to read me or not. I try to conceal things, it comes out anyway because concealing things about myself is not something I was never good at.
And yet, unleashing my innermost thoughts injected into conversations through my sheer wit (self praise is no praise lol) and probably my very very lame brand of humour, I feel that I risked being constantly judged by what I say or do. This judgement, makes it a lot harder for me to socialize with my own persona. The fact that what I say doesn't jive into the boundaries of what I'm expected say allows people to sees me as a deviant, an 'other'. How much effort I put to try to be human is the same amount of effort I put in to carry out an act, to conform. Which I eventually get tired of and it goes poof and then I'm all exposed again.
I feel I'm constantly switching roles from one to another.
At times, I wonder if I sacrifice 'too much' in the name of humour. One of the things most humourous people find hard to deal with is the fact that they will not be taken seriously and its one of those situations that I find myself in once in a while.
Perhaps the constant snide remarks that was put across the discussion table proves the irony of the fact that that person who once labeled me that dreaded D word might actually be right. I hear alarms blaring red lights blinking. Say what? Something must be done.
I'm happy, don't misunderstand. I don't think there's anything significant other than an upcoming PMS that triggered this aching need to write this. There's only this much a person can take. I just wonder how long I can continue.
Perhaps there are other reasons to it that I can't pin point.
Perhaps there's something I can't face, something I feel that the way I am being treated is caused by with my way of interaction, non-gender conforming what not. It's my dirty talk. T.T I know it.
But still you can't deny. My talk is funny. ;P And BTW, i have just incorporated my sociology and com theories into this post. Brilliant.
OK. First exam in Aus tomorrow. Bless my soul.
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Love Me Tender.
It was a good evening when the sun had already set, me and my homies walked back from IGA to get some stuff for dinner.
Walking past the muddy road, over that miniature hill (you guys know what I'm talking about), I suddenly broke into a song. It was popularized by Elvis, covered by many many many other popular musical acts which came along even after Elvis was gone. Those acts did well, as for me, it sent my pals bubbling into laughter.
Good things get left behind. Good things live through time. Good things are eternal. Good things are remembered. :)
Walking past the muddy road, over that miniature hill (you guys know what I'm talking about), I suddenly broke into a song. It was popularized by Elvis, covered by many many many other popular musical acts which came along even after Elvis was gone. Those acts did well, as for me, it sent my pals bubbling into laughter.
Good things get left behind. Good things live through time. Good things are eternal. Good things are remembered. :)
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Sunday, June 14, 2009
힘든.
In the midst of the holiday I've been hunting around for a new home to move in to. We will be homeless in 2 weeks time. Thankfully for my aunt, I found a nice place in Armadale. Now the problem is, if the house owner rejects me then we're back out on the streets.
Family heading back home today :(
Family heading back home today :(
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Have a quickie.
Ok. So first things first, I met my family, and some new relatives who migrated to Melbourne which included-- an aunt (Aihua) whom I last saw when I was 7 (EEE, her dog is more than cuteness), an Architect cousin, David, who I supposedly came to my house in Malaysia a few years back but I don't really recall, another family Uncle Jin and Aunt Amy who brought us to Dande for scones and Devonshire tea, and their son, my cousin whom I didn't know I have, Shawn- I was double his age, and he was more eloquent in speaking which made me go 'lolwitty'- who taught me Retardendo didn't mean retard. Don't french me lar.
Coming to this side of the earth, I am happy to come and discover these relations listen to interesting stories and such.
Next.
I am supposed to be back in Gippsland now. There were a change of plans when i was talking to my parents on the phone on the way to the city in Jem's car which somehow led to me joining them till the end of their stay.
I went to Phillip Island (more penguins came this time, Koala Conserve had Wallabies too, pet a sheep, fed kangaroos omg XD) for the nth time lol love it and to Great Ocean Road (cold like dog). Plans for Dande and Ballarat on thurs and fri-it's insane.
Next.
Internet costs in Hotels are a rip off. Here I am paying 10 bucks to use it for 4 hours for my final essay. omg *puke blood* Blood puked for both $ and untimely essay datelines.
Exam on 22nd. WOOOOOOOOOOO.
*pukes more blood*
When I return. I know I'm in for it.
Coming to this side of the earth, I am happy to come and discover these relations listen to interesting stories and such.
Next.
I am supposed to be back in Gippsland now. There were a change of plans when i was talking to my parents on the phone on the way to the city in Jem's car which somehow led to me joining them till the end of their stay.
I went to Phillip Island (more penguins came this time, Koala Conserve had Wallabies too, pet a sheep, fed kangaroos omg XD) for the nth time lol love it and to Great Ocean Road (cold like dog). Plans for Dande and Ballarat on thurs and fri-it's insane.
Next.
Internet costs in Hotels are a rip off. Here I am paying 10 bucks to use it for 4 hours for my final essay. omg *puke blood* Blood puked for both $ and untimely essay datelines.
Exam on 22nd. WOOOOOOOOOOO.
*pukes more blood*
When I return. I know I'm in for it.
Friday, June 05, 2009
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