sourpuss.

so much I wish to share, a lot of unnecessary detailed information, a lot of pent up feelings, bruised thoughts.

but i shan't.

not here.

my blogging ways have caught up to me.

too late to turn the clocks back.

uni's starting tomorrow.

cheer up emo kid : (

lighterlightercheeriernote!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY WINDYLINDY!
you know you're going to have a great one, wish I was there celebrating it with you.

i wish i may, i wish i might. hoohumm.

we'll have a second celebration when I'm back!

hahhaha. probably the most 'unglam' picture of us 3.

from september on, we'll probably need to make use of lindy's photoshop skills to 'appear' in the same picture together.

aiya, silly me.

seasons change.

the final straw.

7.30 was like any other 7.30s the past 6 months.

however I did get yelled at by the dhl guy on the other end for not being home for the last two times he tried delivering a package for me.
and it wasn't even my fault.
ohoh, but he did apologise after.
but not after I gave him a piece of my mind.
pfft.

and theeeeennnn,
there was this lady who came in being all rude and bossy, and that just got on my nerves.

that just got the ball rolling.

then it was 5 degrees outside. I was tired, and have been on my feet for a good 12 hours and I walked out of IGA going 'crap!I don't have my keys'.
and it was raining.
oh boy.was it going to be a long night.

sister saves the day!
whilst i was making my way to the nearest maccas which is a good 10 minutes away by tram,
she arrives home.

so by the time I got home, its been 13 hours since I last had a shower.
not counting the quick rinse I got when it poured.

and theeeennn,
I attempted to boil rice.
with my third wonky finger, I measure the water nonetheless.
ahh, finally, I step into the shower.

minutes later, the air smells strangely familiar.
ahah! burning rice.
ohoh, burning plastic too.
whoopdeedoo.

there goes the rice.
there goes the pot.
there goes my day.

THE END.

cool bananas.

ohmygosh, i need to stop stuffing myself.

i've depleted my sister's supply of mooncake biscuits and muruku.
and because its so bloody' cold (and no, I don't mean to curse, but I love the English don't you?haha.), though i don't have the sniffles, i've got a runny nose.

and the guys came to eat, and they left.
ahaha.

a good start to the semester ahead?
c'mon people, be excited!

oh snap!

back to reality.

back to responsibilities, early starts, peanut butter jelly sandwiches.

all good things have to come to an end.

pictures, detailed updates soon.

as good as it gets.

i can't believe i've missed out on 5 months of your lives.

rahrah, the one on my/your right larh.

like the one above,

another one of those tales of unlikely friendships.

the times where she used to stroll into class late with her blonde hair, how i disapproved of her skipping classes.

she'll never change that one. the rebel, heartbreaker.

how 2 months changed all of that.

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because I do not have a life, I've been blog hopping since 8.30 in the morning.

from the disgusting political scene back home, to pictures of foodfoodohgloriousfood!, i've read it all.

haiya, i want to go home.

days like these.

melbourne seems beautiful again.

maybe it was the unlikely company over lunch,
maybe it was the YUMMM muffin from breadwell,
maybe it came from having to thread unfamiliar ground.

a fresh sense of hope.