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the other night when i went out for dinner, there was this cute little cat with an absolutely pretty face walking along the corridor in my direction. the eyes were so mesmerizing i stood there looking at it for a long time and smiled at the cat. yes, i know it doesn’t make a lot of sense to smile at a cat and not petting it, but i don’t pet stray animals. i’m not that loving.

anyway, the cat returned a happy meow. hearing that and noticing that i wasn’t following, the dinner mate turned around and looked at me. and asked, “you not scared of cats ah?”

“no lah, cats very scary meh? you expect me to scream and run off is it?” i got a thumbs-up for my erm, fearlessness?

i don’t know, seems that a lot of gu niangs out there are scared of harmless little kitties and scream as long as they see one heading in their direction. cannot understand these people. it’s understandable if they got hurt by one evil cat who scratched them when they were a kid and therefore they developed a phobia or something. but some of these cat-phobia-girls i know are scared of cats for no reason.

the worst gu niangs scream at anything - cats, dogs, cockroaches, dead rats, etc. etc. i wonder if they’ve got overdeveloped voice boxes and lungs or it’s just that i’m weird. aren’t those just living things as well? i certainly don’t see these people screeching when they see human beings or erm, corpses.ok, i’m getting a little morbid.

i was about to email the school if the tuition fees deposit had gone through, and i saw this at the bottom of the email correspondence: “The ANU Admissions will be closed from 12pm Friday 22 December 2006 and reopen on Tuesday 2 January 2007.”

holy shit, that means i can only start applying for my visa say, 3rd jan (if i’m lucky). i still have to settle the health checkup, etc. etc. and they take two to three weeks to process visa applications. can’t confirm my flight till the visa goes through. and i am such a paperwork-dodo.

i think i’ll be down on my knees showing gratitude when i reach canberra safely, on time. wait. make that when i start school without any hiccups. there’s still accomodation, banking matters, class schedule, enrolment, etc to settle when i get my ass over there.

to add on to the fun, i applied for a new passport this tuesday. since it takes three working days, the authorities have kindly informed me that the earliest i can collect my passport is this saturday. and they close at 12.30am. so it’s either i wake up damn early on saturday and have the new passport to stare at till the rest of world starts work on the 3rd, or i can make my way down on the 3rd itself.

sheesh, it’s a wonder how i managed to pull such stunts all the time.

i have to say i’m a very un-xmassy person.

it’s probably due to family influence. my family, being the extremely-chinese kind, doesn’t celebrate christmas at all. to us, it’s just another public holiday. friends around me aren’t either extremely xmas-sy too, which leaves me with a bland xmas every year.

for the past three years, christmas-es have been spent in malaysia. and it’s always with family. foodie-family. this year, we went with the same uncle and family, carrying out similar activities. just that this year, time was a little tight and the weekend was spent on sitting (read: sleeping in various sitting positions) in the car, getting stuck in jams, getting off at highway rest stations and for meals.

at least we got a great variety of street food (i really like msia street food), fantastic ipoh hor fun and chicken and charsiew and meatballs in ipoh, as well yummy seafood back in johor.

and it’s a little too late to reply the xmas sms-es cos i only reached home after midnight yesterday. i guess the same thing will happen next week, cos i’ll be in msia (yes, again) for the new year weekend.

but to all the well-wishes and xmas presents, thank you very, very much.

and to everyone out there, thanks for being there for me.

this calls for a grand celebration!

the computer in my room has miraculously revived itself again! it’s done this so many times, i’ve got absolute confidence in its ability to save itself everytime it screws up.

now i get to face the good old mini cooper wallpaper and everything else in a colour one shade darker!

i hope this lasts.

am so royally bored i’m just sitting on the bed wondering what i should do. other than cleaning my bathroom, tidying the wardrobe or clearing the mess on the table. i’m turning into a sloth, in case no one knows about this secret of mine. am still bored, bored, bored.

i have this habit of storing things i don’t want to think about anymore deep in my mind. these issues can be important ones which i’ve given up on and hurt to think about. thus burying them deep inside the memory box.

then by some random chance i’ll remember all about these events. eeeeek. it’s been happening a lot recently. and it’s like ouch, ouch, ouch.

another random thing: caught a glimpse of an online ad, which reminded me of the dream i had last night, or was it this morning. it was scary enough (cos it’s something i wouldn’t want to happen) to be classified as a nightmare. now i remember why i woke up an hour earlier than usual.

by the way, it’s getting kind of cold, for tropical standards.by the way by the way, happy tangyuan day.

the credit card payment details to pay the tuition fee deposit has finally got through. on the third attempt. i swear the next time i’m asked to send a fax, i’ll check if i can take a picture of the document and email it instead. that was one of the few attempts at faxing documents and it screwed up multiple times.

now i’m just waiting for the payment to go through before i can embark on the endless visa applications, etc. etc. etc. yeah, hopefully i’ll progress from one part of paperwork hell to another. such uplifting thoughts.

my fingers are itchy. not figuratively, but literally. and i can’t scratch it, cos….how do you scratch your fingertip?

i was supposed to be in bugis yesterday, so i made my way in the never-ending rain. with full makeup on and dressed nicely, cos i was supposed to attend an interview which was cancelled at the last minute (their fault, not mine).

while on the train i decided it was too crowded for my liking, so i got off at clementi. and took a bus to bugis. forgetting that the bus goes through orchard, and that orchard gets obscene traffic jams on rainy days. forgetting to grab a quick lunch first. so i was stuck on the bus for two hours, getting an overdose of watching rain beating against the bus windows. somewhere around the time my stomach was really hurting from being starved, this lady boarded the bus, with some food that really tempted me with its smells.

by the time i got to bugis, it was still raining. so i dug out my wet umbrella and forgetting that it was wet, shook it in my own face. don’t ask me why i shook it, i don’t get it too. some kaypoh kids at the bus-stop saw that and laughed.

later in the afternoon, i happened to walk by a stall selling a pretty necklace i decided i should get. just as i picked it up, my phone rang. it was a friend i was supposed to get some stuff from. and i walked over to nlb to get the pathetic piece of paper (which i later realise i didn’t need), forgetting all about the necklace. until i was on the train back home, that is.

it’s amazing how many silly things i can do in a day.

but anyway,

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am too lazy to send out personalised cards this year, so make do with this attempt!

merry xmas to all!

*i finally got off my lazy ass and downloaded firefox. now i can blog normally again.

it’s time for me to stop bumming around, giving myself excuses why i shouldn’t be working every other day.

if i really intend to buy a laptop, i really should be working my ass off.

and i know i’m not the only one having to work the ass off.

have fun working asses off, everyone.

for a while i was contemplating letting my hair grow out again, cos it’s hard to find a trusty hairstylist, especially in an unfamiliar place. but i decided i can’t live with long hair.

so i’m back to spikes. wheeeeee!!!

i feel so much fresher and energetic. i know, i know, it’s all in the mind.

speaking of hair length, i naively classified my hair as long around the time of convocation. so some time ago when the neighbour-in-black asked me if i ever had long hair, i dramatically exclaimed i had long hair just a few months ago whaaaat. she, together with those in hearing distance, balked at my definition of “long hair”. apparently long hair means waist-length hair. then what’s past-shoulder-length huh huh huh?

i supposed i won’t ever have long hair, if it means waist-length. not that anyone around me prefers me in long hair.

eeeeeeeek.

retail therapy always manages to soothe my frayed temper.

a little cranky the whole of last night cos i just couldn’t sleep. fell asleep after 3am, kept waking up in between and only fell into deep sleep after dawn. and woke myself up cos i thought i heard the message tone on my phone. funny thing was, there was a message, but my phone was on silent mode. i wonder why, too.

and this plunged my mind into deep, murky waters cos throughout the restless night i was in and out of a dream, of the same person who messaged in the morning and something to do with the phone. i couldn’t tell the difference between reality and dreams.

was pissed with singapore post for screwing up some stuff, and till now, i seriously don’t know if i’m totally screwed upside down.

so i went shopping. at jurong point. jurong point always brings out the worst in me.

in less than one and a half hours, i bought three tops and two pairs of pants. but they’re not entirely impulse purchases. lately, semi-casual and casual wear just equate to one thing - jeans. and i only have two pairs of them left, so i bought some comfy pants which are for sloppy days. two *coughdisneycharactercoughcough polo tees and another semi-formal shirt.

it’s amazing when i’m not in the best of moods, i become a highly efficient and dedicated shopper.

still looking out for a heavy winter jacket, flip flops, a huge bag, gloves and god-knows-what. but these can wait till i’m in a not-so-good mood.

people dream of happily ever after in a perfect house.

i dream of happily ever after in a house - with a perfect bathroom.

some landlord finally replied my email and attached pictures of the place with it. i almost wanted to end my search there and then. cos the bathroom was spanking new, clean and looked very desirable indeed.

rent’s cheap too, considering it’s a brand new townhouse.

but damn, he can’t promise that there’ll be no takers by the time i arrive, so i’m keeping my fingers crossed the room remains empty till my arrival. it’s pretty impossible, cos i believe there’s weird people like me out there who will be mesmerized by the bathroom as well.

last tuition class later in the afternoon. wheeeeee.

i like sitting at bus stops watching heavy night downpours.

it’s the way the raindrops falls hard upon the shiny, wet road and bounces off. from far, these numerours raindrops look like silvery, winged insects taking off from the ground. with a tinge of orange light if they’re near the street lamps.

while everything else puts on a brighter, shinier layer of mask. the thin strips of crystals stretching from above like string curtains, illuminated by streetlights and headlights of passing vehicles.

the passers-by amuse me too. these usually nonchalent-looking people avoiding mere raindrops, as if these harmless drops of water will burn their skin like acid does. i wonder when was the last time they walked in the rain and enjoyed it.

it’s also as nice being in the bus watching the rainwater pouring against the huge windows, as if the bus is driving through an endless carwash station with scenery.

rainy days are pretty days.

it’s beginning to hurt, but i can’t put my finger on why, or how.

maybe that’s why people don’t like to look back, or take a step backwards. it’s easier to forget and move on.

it’s typical of me to be so contradicting. i’ve always thought i wouldn’t behave like this.

ack.

*don’t start asking me about flight dates and timings. i can only say i’ll be leaving maybe a week before cny. i’ll try and sms before i board the plane or something. i don’t like crying in front of others. i don’t like saying goodbyes. thank you.

i like hanging out with the whole bunch of ex-colleagues. both the office people and the field staff.

cos when there’s a gathering, there’s bound to be lots of juicy gossip, endless drama and entertainment. i just have to sit there, watch and listen and i’ll be well-entertained.

i’ve always told them it’s better than watching a weekend movie.

today’s gonna be another dramatic night i think.

i bought a big, huggable toy monkey for the neighbour-in-black. and i roped my “sister” in the plan, so that i don’t jeopardise her emotions before or during the gathering. she cries very easily.

and i bought some pretty little memo clips for the other admin ladies. a snail for the nag and a porcupine for the backstabber. hahahaha, yes i specifically chose these for them. it’s meant to be.

gonna get there early to chope a good central seat for watching the drama.

have fun, everyone.

that’s what i’m gonna be very soon, i believe.

i haven’t found accomodation in australia. cos i’m pretty stubborn about having my own bathroom. i have this thing about have my own bathroom, which started even before i moved in to this house where i have my own attached bathroom. i”ve hated sharing bathrooms all my life.

combed through campus and off-campus accomodation and god, there’s a serious shortage of rooms with attached bathrooms.

was actually looking for a studio, but at this stage, i guess i have to accept the fact that i’m damn bloody late in looking for accomodation.

have already alerted my aussie bro, who’s gonna contact his canberra friend for help. sheesh, i feel so useless have to trouble others over my accomodation. wonder how the heck i’m gonna survive all by myself over there.

my parents are very suspicious people.

everyone knows i stay out late only once in a blue moon, cos i have a ridiculously low energy level for a 22 year old.

since the “late night post-ot supper” last week (on a weekday) and the “hang-out with ex-colleagues” session last friday, plus many late night gossip sessions on the phone, they’ve been on red alert.

i thought it was pretty obvious i don’t like staying out late so often. after the three hours’ sleep on friday morning, i returned home in the late afternoon to sleep for 16 hours straight. i woke up happy, but it tells how much i cannot take late nights.

so late last night while i was still yakking on the phone, they kept stopping in my room for no reason. i know what they’re suspecting, that it’s a mysterious boyfriend on the other end. but would i be laughing like a maniac and talking so damn loudly the whole family can hear the conversation when it’s a boyfriend i’m talking to?

i should start training my parents to accept my once-in-a-while late night activities.