Currently listening to: Michael Buble - You're Always On My Mind
The results are out. And I am IMMENSELY HAPPY!!!!
*jumps around*
Omigod. It came as quite a shock. I passed all FOUR units! Gosh. I thought two of them were definitely doomed, but as it turns out, I passed everything.
Sooooooo relieved! Hahahaha. =D
God works in mysterious ways. And He is always good. No doubt about that.
Thank you, Lord. *smiles*
I will regard this success as something that will motivate me to work even harder in the upcoming trimester. Especially since everything is gonna get tougher, with more complicated subjects and more demanding hurdles.
I'm in for a rough road.
And so this means I've got some crazy celebration get-togethers in store! Gonna wait for friends to come back to Melbourne so that we can celebrate together!
Well, excluding expensive restaurants and high-class places, of course, if you know what I mean. *laughs*
Have a SPLENDID weekend, guys! *grins*
Friday, October 12, 2007
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
...it's not so easy...
Random titles suit my mood. As always.
It's funny how my random-playing-set music player always seems to understand me everytime I sit by my laptop, thinking through, typing on, then realizing that mind-speaking songs come and go as moods change and stay. Hence the random blogpost titles. I hope I'm not violating any established copyrights or whatever other legal stuff that apply when I use those fragments.
I took my time and went to the city today to take care of stuff. The weather was quite nice, despite the slightly-dry air and the rare extra-sunniness that somehow reminded me of dear J-Town. Visited the Indonesian consulate general to submit my address-change application which took quite some time to get through 'cuz I arrived there during the lunch break period so I had to wait for all the staff to come back from God knows where before I could do what I was supposed to do.
Being-a-good-citizen-related matters checked. Then I had lunch at Don-Don's [Japanese food, my fave! *winks*] before heading to the Singapore Airlines' Melbourne representative to ask about my go-home *yay!* ticket. It was quite a revelation to walk along Collins St. and realize that the street is REALLY long. I was tempted to just cross the road and hijack a passing tram *flashes an evil smirk* halfway through to the office since it took like almost forever just to walk and walk and walk along the street before I could finally reach the far-far-away place.
Coincidentally, I stumbled across some Indonesians in the office who somehow kept looking at me with weird stares as I rummaged into my bag looking for my ticket and sat silently waiting for my queue number to be displayed on the screen.
Shortly after that, I found out that the date-change for my return flight hasn't come through the waiting list yet. Disappointed, yes, but I can't do anything but wait. *sighs*
Well yeah. Walking there was fun anyways. Some good sport for my lazy legs *laughs*. But still I decided to take a tram on the way back to Swanston St. just to save time. A little bit of afternoon rain poured reluctantly, as I made my way around the city wandering aimlessly, stopping here and there, visiting The Body Shop [another favorite store] for a little shopping-spree, before deciding to go home.
So basically that made my day.
And now I am here, still mourning for the incurably-slow Internet connection *sighs* and hoping that tomorrow I won't oversleep. The mentoring program starts at 8 a.m. sharp, which reads definite 6.30-ish out of bed for me. So, yeah. Gotta sleep early! *grins*
Another week has gone halfway through. My parents are going on vacation tonight, my uncle has arrived in Melbourne already, and Neja's birthday is coming in like three days.
Geez, time sure does fly!!
It's funny how my random-playing-set music player always seems to understand me everytime I sit by my laptop, thinking through, typing on, then realizing that mind-speaking songs come and go as moods change and stay. Hence the random blogpost titles. I hope I'm not violating any established copyrights or whatever other legal stuff that apply when I use those fragments.
I took my time and went to the city today to take care of stuff. The weather was quite nice, despite the slightly-dry air and the rare extra-sunniness that somehow reminded me of dear J-Town. Visited the Indonesian consulate general to submit my address-change application which took quite some time to get through 'cuz I arrived there during the lunch break period so I had to wait for all the staff to come back from God knows where before I could do what I was supposed to do.
Being-a-good-citizen-related matters checked. Then I had lunch at Don-Don's [Japanese food, my fave! *winks*] before heading to the Singapore Airlines' Melbourne representative to ask about my go-home *yay!* ticket. It was quite a revelation to walk along Collins St. and realize that the street is REALLY long. I was tempted to just cross the road and hijack a passing tram *flashes an evil smirk* halfway through to the office since it took like almost forever just to walk and walk and walk along the street before I could finally reach the far-far-away place.
Coincidentally, I stumbled across some Indonesians in the office who somehow kept looking at me with weird stares as I rummaged into my bag looking for my ticket and sat silently waiting for my queue number to be displayed on the screen.
Shortly after that, I found out that the date-change for my return flight hasn't come through the waiting list yet. Disappointed, yes, but I can't do anything but wait. *sighs*
Well yeah. Walking there was fun anyways. Some good sport for my lazy legs *laughs*. But still I decided to take a tram on the way back to Swanston St. just to save time. A little bit of afternoon rain poured reluctantly, as I made my way around the city wandering aimlessly, stopping here and there, visiting The Body Shop [another favorite store] for a little shopping-spree, before deciding to go home.
So basically that made my day.
And now I am here, still mourning for the incurably-slow Internet connection *sighs* and hoping that tomorrow I won't oversleep. The mentoring program starts at 8 a.m. sharp, which reads definite 6.30-ish out of bed for me. So, yeah. Gotta sleep early! *grins*
Another week has gone halfway through. My parents are going on vacation tonight, my uncle has arrived in Melbourne already, and Neja's birthday is coming in like three days.
Geez, time sure does fly!!
Tuesday, October 09, 2007
...about today...
Well.
Here I am, typing away, after draining two well-earned cups of steaming hot coffee, listening to my hero Michael Buble's sweet-loving swings, and doing a few of my usual morning-blogwalking sessions. Better mood, better thoughts, better things to say now. The still-crappy-internet-connection is no longer bothering me, though sometimes it still gets annoying and extremely bugging. As for the sick spoiled bitch I'd been cursing, don't ask. She's there, alive and kicking, and most probably clueless.
Please proceed to read the previous post following this one if you have time, guys.
'Cuz I want you all to understand what was going on last night. *sighs*
Anyway.
I was reading Sylv's latest blogpost just now, and I realized that she was talking about things that are somehow connected to the matter I was discussing.
Sometimes people just don't know how to be thankful of their good lives and keep complaining, asking selfishly for more. People, including me. Sometimes I grudge and get bitter when looking at my life, as if something unknown were missing from me and I have to find it in order to be complete. While in fact that is not always true.
People have to learn how to be grateful and give continual thanks for everything that has happened in their lives. Good, or bad. Instead of complaining and being disrespectful all the time. Grudges eat you up from the inside, and envy kills you faster than drugs.
Like Mya said, life is simple, if you wanna make things simple for you to live with.
This is when high school memories kick in and put me into some revealing realization that life is indeed harder when you're totally out of your comfort zone. I know I am a total mellow-jellow bitch when it comes to memories, but yeah, it's true. Thanks be to ReRe for reminding me once again that we were all happy then, not so much now.
I have to get used to live in this kind of environment. Like it or not, there's always a reason for everything. And I believe in that.
Lord help me.
Here I am, typing away, after draining two well-earned cups of steaming hot coffee, listening to my hero Michael Buble's sweet-loving swings, and doing a few of my usual morning-blogwalking sessions. Better mood, better thoughts, better things to say now. The still-crappy-internet-connection is no longer bothering me, though sometimes it still gets annoying and extremely bugging. As for the sick spoiled bitch I'd been cursing, don't ask. She's there, alive and kicking, and most probably clueless.
Please proceed to read the previous post following this one if you have time, guys.
'Cuz I want you all to understand what was going on last night. *sighs*
Anyway.
I was reading Sylv's latest blogpost just now, and I realized that she was talking about things that are somehow connected to the matter I was discussing.
Sometimes people just don't know how to be thankful of their good lives and keep complaining, asking selfishly for more. People, including me. Sometimes I grudge and get bitter when looking at my life, as if something unknown were missing from me and I have to find it in order to be complete. While in fact that is not always true.
People have to learn how to be grateful and give continual thanks for everything that has happened in their lives. Good, or bad. Instead of complaining and being disrespectful all the time. Grudges eat you up from the inside, and envy kills you faster than drugs.
Like Mya said, life is simple, if you wanna make things simple for you to live with.
This is when high school memories kick in and put me into some revealing realization that life is indeed harder when you're totally out of your comfort zone. I know I am a total mellow-jellow bitch when it comes to memories, but yeah, it's true. Thanks be to ReRe for reminding me once again that we were all happy then, not so much now.
I have to get used to live in this kind of environment. Like it or not, there's always a reason for everything. And I believe in that.
Lord help me.
Monday, October 08, 2007
...my mind's unweaving...
I hate backstabbers. I hate spoiled bitches.
I do. I really REALLY do.
And I HATE you. I hate you, and everything else that comes along with you.
I hate the way you can talk sweet and nice in front of me, sucking up to me, act all little-miss-perfect-and-spoiled-and-omigosh-i-love-Chanel-y in front of my disgusted face, all the way while I was trying so fucking hard to keep calm and stay respectful to you.
I hate everything about your style, even from the very beginning before I got to know you and get trapped in all this crap. I dislike your fashion sense. I completely disapprove of how you carelessly spend your money on expensive stuff you don't even need. I hate your tone. I hate your voice. I resent your i'm-daddy's-rich-little-girl attitude. I even HATE taking part in celebrating your birthday at an immensely-out-of-place restaurant and having bought you thoughtful presents to the very, VERY fullest of what I am.
I hate the way you talk to your only two loyal friends. I hate the way you behave like a stupid, brainless princess with no life and no hope for the future. I hate the way you regard yourself so highly that you don't need to respect people and don't think of them as being worthy of your presence. I hate the way you look at me, and my friends, with that arrogant stares flaring up in your eyes everytime you do so. I hate the way you interact with people, the way you talk about them, the way you constantly fuck up your own life refusing to grow up and be realistic about it. I hate you, every single thing about you.
But in spite of all that crap, I still tried to get by and TRIED to be a good friend.
I did, okay? Don't you ever say I never tried.
In case you haven't noticed, my FRIEND, I've done every single thing that I could, my FRIEND, to keep you happy and be your FRIEND. Your fucking goddamn FRIEND, fgs. I've emphasized on the word FRIEND way too much it doesn't even sound right anymore.
And, surprise surprise! How do you treat me?
All this time, all you can think about is how to diss and swear and exaggerate and speak bad things behind my innocent, all-pounded-up and tired back of pride. I've realized now that you have never treated me as your goddamn friend; you expect me to follow your stupid rules and live in your nonsense fairytale of a life. You want me to dress up like you and talk about bimbotic stuff -- aha! your favorite, getting bimboish and the like-- and buy stuff that you usually do and act like similarly-spoiled brats with neverending cash.
Well, I can't do that. Got it? And I'm SICK of it. I'm SICK of YOU.
You never appreciate me, and everything that I have done for you. Neither have you appreciated all those good things that your friends had done and given to you, all in the name of trying to make you happy, so far.
Is this fair, I may ask?
Seriously. I was foolish to have gone way too deep into this mess.
You are not worthy of my tears. You are not worthy of my care. Not even worthy of my thoughts. AT ALL.
And silly me for thinking that we could actually remain friends as it is.
I was wrong. I will never be able to respect you the way I tried to. I resent you. I reproach you. I HATE YOU, HATE YOU, HATE YOU, for all that I am worth.
There. At least I am being frank with this.
I don't backstab people when I don't like them. I get right on their hypocritical faces and slap them straight.
Tell me things. Call me names. But don't ever dare say that I wrote all those things without enough proof to justify them. 'Cuz I do. Try me.
Poor poor missy. You should be utterly ashamed of yourself.
Trust me, this is not gonna work. Definitely.
Eventually, you'll get up one day and realize that all you've got is your stuff, and they're all empty. And cold. And lifeless. And hollow.
And when you do, will you then still think of true friends as a joke?
I doubt it.
Like I said. I HATE you. I HATE everything that comes along with you.
And, even more than I do, now I feel terribly SORRY for you.
I do. I really REALLY do.
And I HATE you. I hate you, and everything else that comes along with you.
I hate the way you can talk sweet and nice in front of me, sucking up to me, act all little-miss-perfect-and-spoiled-and-omigosh-i-love-Chanel-y in front of my disgusted face, all the way while I was trying so fucking hard to keep calm and stay respectful to you.
I hate everything about your style, even from the very beginning before I got to know you and get trapped in all this crap. I dislike your fashion sense. I completely disapprove of how you carelessly spend your money on expensive stuff you don't even need. I hate your tone. I hate your voice. I resent your i'm-daddy's-rich-little-girl attitude. I even HATE taking part in celebrating your birthday at an immensely-out-of-place restaurant and having bought you thoughtful presents to the very, VERY fullest of what I am.
I hate the way you talk to your only two loyal friends. I hate the way you behave like a stupid, brainless princess with no life and no hope for the future. I hate the way you regard yourself so highly that you don't need to respect people and don't think of them as being worthy of your presence. I hate the way you look at me, and my friends, with that arrogant stares flaring up in your eyes everytime you do so. I hate the way you interact with people, the way you talk about them, the way you constantly fuck up your own life refusing to grow up and be realistic about it. I hate you, every single thing about you.
But in spite of all that crap, I still tried to get by and TRIED to be a good friend.
I did, okay? Don't you ever say I never tried.
In case you haven't noticed, my FRIEND, I've done every single thing that I could, my FRIEND, to keep you happy and be your FRIEND. Your fucking goddamn FRIEND, fgs. I've emphasized on the word FRIEND way too much it doesn't even sound right anymore.
And, surprise surprise! How do you treat me?
All this time, all you can think about is how to diss and swear and exaggerate and speak bad things behind my innocent, all-pounded-up and tired back of pride. I've realized now that you have never treated me as your goddamn friend; you expect me to follow your stupid rules and live in your nonsense fairytale of a life. You want me to dress up like you and talk about bimbotic stuff -- aha! your favorite, getting bimboish and the like-- and buy stuff that you usually do and act like similarly-spoiled brats with neverending cash.
Well, I can't do that. Got it? And I'm SICK of it. I'm SICK of YOU.
You never appreciate me, and everything that I have done for you. Neither have you appreciated all those good things that your friends had done and given to you, all in the name of trying to make you happy, so far.
Is this fair, I may ask?
Seriously. I was foolish to have gone way too deep into this mess.
You are not worthy of my tears. You are not worthy of my care. Not even worthy of my thoughts. AT ALL.
And silly me for thinking that we could actually remain friends as it is.
I was wrong. I will never be able to respect you the way I tried to. I resent you. I reproach you. I HATE YOU, HATE YOU, HATE YOU, for all that I am worth.
There. At least I am being frank with this.
I don't backstab people when I don't like them. I get right on their hypocritical faces and slap them straight.
Tell me things. Call me names. But don't ever dare say that I wrote all those things without enough proof to justify them. 'Cuz I do. Try me.
Poor poor missy. You should be utterly ashamed of yourself.
Trust me, this is not gonna work. Definitely.
Eventually, you'll get up one day and realize that all you've got is your stuff, and they're all empty. And cold. And lifeless. And hollow.
And when you do, will you then still think of true friends as a joke?
I doubt it.
Like I said. I HATE you. I HATE everything that comes along with you.
And, even more than I do, now I feel terribly SORRY for you.
Thursday, October 04, 2007
...about the new season...
Breaking news, guys.
I just watched the massively-awaited season premiere of the fourth season of Desperate Housewives.
Whew, can't believe I just used three sequential 'of's in that sentence. *sighs*
The housewives are BACK! And they are AMAZING as ever.
Yes, as I was just saying, I have watched the season premiere, and I LOVE it. Not gonna tell you where I watched it, 'cuz I'm quite sure I was breaking some minor rules when I did that, since the series hasn't hit the Australian TV channels yet and is not going to do so really soon, and actually the source provider of the clips, whoever that is, tried so hard to hide the clips from going public that much and risk immense suing, so yeah. I'm oversharing already here. Hahahaha. =D
Anyways. I can tell you, the season premiere is like thoroughly GREAT.
There are so much new information and shocking facts to give away; so many blossoming mysteries, so many unfolding conflicts, some newly-introduced intriguing characters, some existing-yet-equally-confusing storylines, and many other unexpected surprises, I believe, on the way.
I have read that there is a new writer joining the creative team this season; maybe he will manage to spice things up and give even more juiciness into the plot. Yet the essence of the show stays the same. It's tempting, and addictive. I can't wait to see more of this season!
Argh. Now I AM desperate. *sighs*
The premiere just triggered soooooo many questions raising in my head.
Too much information are out yet more secrets are still kept hidden from view.
Well, curiosity kills the cat, people say. And yeah it certainly is starting to kill me right now, if you know what I mean.
I'm waiting. I'm hoping. I'm kaypoh *ooops!* and eager to know.
And like the new tagline of the season says,
...It's a hell of a day in the neighborhood.
It sure is! *winks*
Surprise surprise!!
I just watched the massively-awaited season premiere of the fourth season of Desperate Housewives.
Whew, can't believe I just used three sequential 'of's in that sentence. *sighs*
The housewives are BACK! And they are AMAZING as ever.
Yes, as I was just saying, I have watched the season premiere, and I LOVE it. Not gonna tell you where I watched it, 'cuz I'm quite sure I was breaking some minor rules when I did that, since the series hasn't hit the Australian TV channels yet and is not going to do so really soon, and actually the source provider of the clips, whoever that is, tried so hard to hide the clips from going public that much and risk immense suing, so yeah. I'm oversharing already here. Hahahaha. =D
Anyways. I can tell you, the season premiere is like thoroughly GREAT.
There are so much new information and shocking facts to give away; so many blossoming mysteries, so many unfolding conflicts, some newly-introduced intriguing characters, some existing-yet-equally-confusing storylines, and many other unexpected surprises, I believe, on the way.
I have read that there is a new writer joining the creative team this season; maybe he will manage to spice things up and give even more juiciness into the plot. Yet the essence of the show stays the same. It's tempting, and addictive. I can't wait to see more of this season!
Argh. Now I AM desperate. *sighs*
The premiere just triggered soooooo many questions raising in my head.
Too much information are out yet more secrets are still kept hidden from view.
Well, curiosity kills the cat, people say. And yeah it certainly is starting to kill me right now, if you know what I mean.
I'm waiting. I'm hoping. I'm kaypoh *ooops!* and eager to know.
And like the new tagline of the season says,
...It's a hell of a day in the neighborhood.
It sure is! *winks*
Surprise surprise!!
Tuesday, October 02, 2007
...about sixties and hairspray...
Huff.
My legs are sore, but I'm currently kinda happy. The weather was nice all day! Finally, some good sense of humor for moody Melbourne. *claps hands*
Went shopping yesterday. Bought a couple of things. And, I gotta tell you this, I bought the infamous Country Road bag! *winks* Been wanting to have one for like AGES, and the bag proves to be REALLY handy! It can fit everything, as in like EVERYTHING, inside 'cuz it's quite roomy, and it's fashionably hip as well so I can carry it everywhere with me. Fancy, huh? I'm glad I bought one. Hahahaha. =D
And, well, as it turned out, I watched the 2007 remake of "Hairspray" today with Sharlene and Andrew. And the movie was FABULOUS, to say the least. Musicals have always been my favorite to watch, yet this one is quite unique on its own.
I love the casts. I love the characters. I love the costumes. I love the dances. I love the songs. I love the scenes. I love Link and Tracy. And, of course, I love John Travolta. Then again, who wouldn't? =)
Oh, I am SO IN LOVE with the amazing sixties.
Although the era is obviously fashion-flawed, the culture was just so nice and classic. And also the way they swing! Omg. I can't even try to tell you how I ridiculously kept tapping my feet to go with the rhythm, itching all over to dance, and humming along all throughout the movie. 'Cuz like the songs were all good and jazzy and rock-roll-y and swing-y, and the singers were fantastic, and by the end of the movie I half-wished I had somehow been cast as part of the movie. *sighs*
Nikki Blonsky played her role perfectly well. Her smile is just dazzling! I believe her personality is still unflawed as well. And, as Sharlene was just mentioning to me, there will finally be a potentially-successful plus-sized actress. Let's just hope she stays on track.
Oh yeah, Zac Efron was okay too. Moderate acting, excessive charm, also quite lovable, despite the fact that the 60's hairdo he was sporting looked soooooooooooooooooooo oddly-misshapen on him. What's with the single curled fringe, dude? *laughs* Anyways, he's okay. Gotta work on those hollow stares, though. Yeah I know I complaint too much. He's already too damn successful in his own right to care about minor details I suppose.
Like I said, the castings are wonderful. Queen Latifah totally rocks! =D
Okay okay. Am turning into an annoying know-it-all critic right now. *slaps own face*
Anyways. Better go to sleep now then. Am gonna go sporting tomorrow so I need to be well-rested. And yeah. Got some major tidying-ups to do as well.
BVLGARI's BLV for Men is soooooooo nostalgically HOT!!!! I want I want! *sighs*
Leyi buy me buy me please!!! I hope you're reading this. Hahahaha. =D
Gawd I hope I WILL NOT overspend in this holiday. *sighs*
My legs are sore, but I'm currently kinda happy. The weather was nice all day! Finally, some good sense of humor for moody Melbourne. *claps hands*
Went shopping yesterday. Bought a couple of things. And, I gotta tell you this, I bought the infamous Country Road bag! *winks* Been wanting to have one for like AGES, and the bag proves to be REALLY handy! It can fit everything, as in like EVERYTHING, inside 'cuz it's quite roomy, and it's fashionably hip as well so I can carry it everywhere with me. Fancy, huh? I'm glad I bought one. Hahahaha. =D
And, well, as it turned out, I watched the 2007 remake of "Hairspray" today with Sharlene and Andrew. And the movie was FABULOUS, to say the least. Musicals have always been my favorite to watch, yet this one is quite unique on its own.
I love the casts. I love the characters. I love the costumes. I love the dances. I love the songs. I love the scenes. I love Link and Tracy. And, of course, I love John Travolta. Then again, who wouldn't? =)
Oh, I am SO IN LOVE with the amazing sixties.
Although the era is obviously fashion-flawed, the culture was just so nice and classic. And also the way they swing! Omg. I can't even try to tell you how I ridiculously kept tapping my feet to go with the rhythm, itching all over to dance, and humming along all throughout the movie. 'Cuz like the songs were all good and jazzy and rock-roll-y and swing-y, and the singers were fantastic, and by the end of the movie I half-wished I had somehow been cast as part of the movie. *sighs*
Nikki Blonsky played her role perfectly well. Her smile is just dazzling! I believe her personality is still unflawed as well. And, as Sharlene was just mentioning to me, there will finally be a potentially-successful plus-sized actress. Let's just hope she stays on track.
Oh yeah, Zac Efron was okay too. Moderate acting, excessive charm, also quite lovable, despite the fact that the 60's hairdo he was sporting looked soooooooooooooooooooo oddly-misshapen on him. What's with the single curled fringe, dude? *laughs* Anyways, he's okay. Gotta work on those hollow stares, though. Yeah I know I complaint too much. He's already too damn successful in his own right to care about minor details I suppose.
Like I said, the castings are wonderful. Queen Latifah totally rocks! =D
Okay okay. Am turning into an annoying know-it-all critic right now. *slaps own face*
Anyways. Better go to sleep now then. Am gonna go sporting tomorrow so I need to be well-rested. And yeah. Got some major tidying-ups to do as well.
BVLGARI's BLV for Men is soooooooo nostalgically HOT!!!! I want I want! *sighs*
Leyi buy me buy me please!!! I hope you're reading this. Hahahaha. =D
Gawd I hope I WILL NOT overspend in this holiday. *sighs*
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