Mental Murmurs

admin January 31st, 2008

Turned out to be disastrous!

Firstly, me, my brother were on one end of this huge wardrobe and my dad on the other end. Because there wasn’t anything to hold onto, there wasn’t any grip for the both of us, so this light but big task became quite hard, to say the least.

During the move downstairs, dad kept complaining that Brandon and I were pretty bad removalists. I mean, duh, we’ve never really moved anything before, it’s only natural. But shut up, y’know? It wouldn’t make things any easier.

So we almost reached the bottom of the stairs but as our stairway is an enclosed area, it made it all the much harder, even when it is wider than the average. His instructions were starting to confuse the shit out of not only Brandon, but me also. He kept telling us to move up a few steps, direct the wardrobe to the right side, then go downstairs. “The wardrobe is on the right side, maxed, can’t go any further!” So he sighed, told my mum to hold the other end while he went upstairs to try for himself. Still didn’t work.

Being a stubborn one, he tried again, telling us to go halfway up the stairs, flipping it around to make the wardrobe fit. We went downstairs. Ohhh, just a bit more.

And again.
And again.
And again…

Tired, sweaty (it was one HOT day!!! Come on, our shirts were practically see-through), and hurting (no grip-ness, scrapings and other accidents), we had to move the whole wardrobe upstairs again, settle it. What happens next? Dad hammered it open. Smashed it to pieces.

Goodbye ancient thing.
Finally (We all told him to throw it out before, but he wouldn’t listen. Look at it now!)

All that effort for nothing.

Oh, actually, we did get something from dad… A remark: “You guys are seriously useless in moving stuff. When we’re moving, you both move as many boxes as possible because you definitely not experienced in moving furniture.”

So there you have it, our first attempt in moving one piece of furniture out of the house.

[Nod]

It’s gonna be awesome on Saturday.
Just awesome.

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admin January 30th, 2008

Today didn’t start off too well, actually.

I woke up slightly late, and turns out mum did as well, so hence, we both missed the early walk. Mum, having the need to walk, told me to walk with her to the chemist, so after breakfast, I got dressed nicely and headed out.

A boiling hot day again, just like yesterday, it was a hard trek for me. Perhaps going in the chemist with the air con and all will make me feel better, I thought. Couldn’t wait to get in there, I sat down while mum waited for her prescription medicine.

Then I felt dizzy. Ignoring it made me feel worse. Blood pressure acting up. Shit. I told mum, and she freaked, which made me freak, hyperventilate, heart pump faster and dizzier than ever. She called Brandon to tell dad I was fainting and to pick me up from the chemist. Due to the long wait for the people to get my mum her meds, she told me to go outside to wait for dad first, and if she took too long, she’d walk by herself.

I saw dad and followed him into the car, and we were both waiting outside for mum to finish her purchase. But after 10 minutes, still no mum. I figured she must’ve walked by herself, so I told dad what she said about going home first. Ticked off, he started telling me off for not being clear on anything, making him wait and all for no reason. And then he was telling me off for being on the computer too much that it affected my health. Too bothered (and unwell) to argue with him or anything, I stayed silent the short trip home.

Got home, went upstairs, turned the fan on, and called Andrew for comfort. I told him I thought the change in conditions (from hot hot outside to air con) was what made me feel that initial dizziness, then mum’s panicked look. So I stayed there talking to him, chilling out for a while. I wonder what I’d be doing right now if that fainting scene never happened some 2 months ago… I wonder if it was something that was to happen sooner or later, or just a one off that was to scar me for a long time… just as it had.

Feeling better, I went downstairs for lunch. After lunch, I went up again to do some stuff for mum, and then mum came in saying I had a parcel. Wow. I didn’t order anything! Excited, I opened the very protective cover. “Rock ya covers off” - I won!

So I spent the whole day chilling (more like boiling up) out to the CDs, checking out items on ebay, chatting to Lisa and talking to Andrew (only for bits, he went to the gym and then shopped for food) before dinner.

After dinner was our ritual walk. And during that walk, we saw a couple (husband + pregnant wife) with their kid (2 years old?) a few times as we completed our rounds. I didn’t pay much attention to them until the last round, where I saw the husband look at me directly. Then mum told me he’s been doing that every time we walked past. Makes me wonder why men do that sometimes. ><

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admin January 26th, 2008

Being a patriotic internationalist I am, I wish everyone a happy Australia day! =D

Today was certainly different for me as I recount what happened.

I met up with Andrew near my house at about 9:30am and he drove back to his, stopping by the shopping center to buy some prepaid envelopes first. We hung out at his place until 2pm as we had to meet someone at 3pm to sell his xbox 360.

But before the meeting took place, he made me paranoid. Meeting place: Liverpool library. This isn’t the safest place in Sydney to be dealing money and exchange at… In fact, might be one of the worst. And what if the buyer actually brought a few people, snatch and run? Or worse yet, hit and run with the item? I cursed myself for arranging the meeting there carelessly, though Andrew told me the shopping center would be worse.

Didn’t turn out that bad actually. We went and sat under the shady part with the xbox 360, and a group of 3 guys of around 18 years old came up to us, the buyer in front. He whispered, “xbox?” and we said yes. I told him to check it out before paying, and his mate advised him to check the weight of the console and hurry up and leave. While he was paying us, his mate remarked “he is terrible at maths”, did the transaction and we parted.

Wow, first time doing a face to face transaction for such an expensive item at such a dodgy place, and everything was fine!

With the money, our next destination was the laser hair removal clinic. I went in, asking if there were any places for me to do the treatment. She told me to wait because there was a client inside, and gave me some forms to fill out. She informed that the treatment would cost $85 a session and that we generally need 6 to 8 treatments.

After that, she motioned me in. Nervously, we went into the curtained room and she gave us some glasses before the treatment.

Me: Oh, so you’re going to do this on me?
Lady: Do you have any problems with that?
Me: Ah, no. Not at all.

What I was meant to say was, “I thought you were a receptionist” but that sounded sort of rude.

I was so fidgety, asking about the pain and everything. She shaved me, telling me that the hair needed to be completely gone before laser-ing.

And the scary bit happened. Which didn’t turn out to be that bad, I guess. It stung a little, the area a little warm, but it was over after 5 minutes. She told me to come back between 4-6 weeks for the next treatment.

We left the place and bought sushi nearby (we were starving). 2 rolls each and we shared a baby box because we never really had it before. Carrot (ok), pickles (ok), cucumber (ok), tuna (yum!!!), Salmon (which tasted like ham…), fake crab meat (ok) and I don’t remember the last one, which was ok as well.

So we went back to the car, headed to the City. The whole trip there, I was the biggest stoner ever. I tried to sleep but kept talking, eyes closed, exhausted. Got to the City, found a good car parking spot (we were pretty lucky!), I put my “Something for Kate” top on and we took the train to Circular Quay (which was 2 stops away, costing me, concession, $2.60 return!).

WOW. So many people. Such an Aussie mood!

Hearing Paul Dempsey’s voice (from Something for Kate), we approached it as fast as possible, me being more awake then ever. They had finished playing “California” (we missed it, but I’ve already heard that song live about 5 or 6 times) and onto “Like bankrobbers” already. Eventually, we made our way to the front (again, pretty lucky considering how many people were there).

AWW! I *heart* them!

I managed to take a few pictures on my phone and my digital camera as well.

They ended up playing quite a few songs actually!! Songs not in order:

• California
• Like Bankrobbers
• 3 Dimensions
• Monsters
• Transparanoia
• Cigarettes and Suitcases
• The Astronaut
• Cassandra walks the plank
• Oh! Kamikaze
• The futurist
• Electricity

Plus I haven’t seen them in forever, so traveling all that way was quite worth it.

After they went offstage, we started walking back to the station as it was well past my curfew (7:30pm)… hopped on the train back to Townhall and Andrew drove me back home. Turned out dad was already sleeping by then, so everything was cool.

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admin January 25th, 2008

My dad’s name got mixed up on his license and passport, but he never really paid much attention to that because he usually use it interchangeably, and Vietnamese names are like that; everyone gets mixed up. It never really mattered much to him anyway.

But it did the bank. And the name on the cheque didn’t match the name on his license.

So he went to the RTA to change this, but in order to change the name on his license, he had to go to the immigration department to “change” his name officially, and so forth.

He got home and asked me to, but I was had a runny nose, felt down, exhausted… and mum was convinced I caught a cold from yesterday’s errand (the stay at the bank was getting cooler by the minute, even though weather outside was really hot). So mum offered to go with dad to fix it up while I stayed at home. They made a U-turn since dad took the New Zealand passport instead of the Australian one. And he started getting piss-y at mum for no reason. Okay…?

Meanwhile, I stayed at home, rested myself up, and started to feel better already. Though I really needed a shower, I couldn’t because I was still feeling like shit.

They returned sometime near 4pm, ready for an inspection for the one at Beaumont street at 5pm while I slept some more. -_- And they came back, dad rushing in my room to use the phone to call someone regarding another house.

In my head, that meant one thing: the unit disappointed them.

I asked mum whether or not we have placed a deposit on the unit.

And she told me this: “They said we have to fill out the application, lodge it with all the details filled. Then they go through ALL applicants and they select who they approve, and THEN you get the unit.”

Wow, they are really picky! That’s the #3 lesson. Hopefully no more surprises, I thought to myself.

And then dad’s attitude was really starting to get on my nerves. He kept telling us that the agents don’t give a crap about us since we are very small fishes to catch (they don’t get much out of us, they only care about people buying and selling where they can get good commission out of), that all people renting are looked upon as rubbish and needy for their service, hence the treatment over the phone… And that lodging the form early did not matter because there are always units for rent…

And I’m sitting there thinking, “even though we are small fishes, they still can’t treat us like that! We can be potential buyers as well in the future… and it is indeed very hard to look for a place to rent as I’ve called up every single agent and they were all gone!”

I, being smart, decided against arguing with dad because I KNOW I can never win against his words. So I stayed quiet and bit my lips.

Apparently, dad organised a meeting at 7pm with the Chinese lady he called just after inspecting the Marlowe street one. He found that listing in the Chinese papers and best of all, it did not involve any agents.

He told me to tag along, so I ditched my shower once again, and we went to Canterbury in dag!

Got there.
Wow. Absolutely beautiful!

The apartment was a 2 minute walk away from the station (good for me) and 12 minute walk away from Canterbury boys (good for Brandon). The gym and ice-skating place 10 minutes away, although a little inconvenient for dad to shop for food. Now we just had to talk her down from her price (which is a little more than intended).

She arrived 15 minutes late (missed the train), very apologetic, but a very nice and honest lady from the way she spoke. She took us for a tour around the place…

• Shared swimming pool
• Shared playground
• Shared tennis courts

Wow!

Liking the place more and more, she brought us to the actual apartment.

• 2 spacious rooms
• 2 bathrooms
• A large lounge room
• A large dining area
• Built-in wardrobe in each room
• Neat kitchen with self-built door (no smell escaping to the lounge room)

I was in heaven!

This is the FIRST time I thought of moving out as a good thing. The absolute first! Anyone who knew me also knew that I took pride in my old house, loved it to death and HATED the idea of moving away!

She even offered:

• TV
• Couch
• Dinner table
• Fridge
• Washing machine
• Bed
• Study tables

Only if we wanted to use her ones, of course. Whatever we didn’t need she’d move away before we moved in. Simple.

So after introducing us to the place, we discussed about the terms and conditions, bills, rent… Although she only took $10 off the rent, mum and I eagerly urged dad to take the place. I told him I’d chip $20 (not much but I am a full-time student!) rent every week to help.

Done deal.
Gone! (for the others: there were a lot of people calling up for the place)

Afterwards, dad admitted he was eager with the place as well but he didn’t want appear so, and thought the offer she made was actually pretty reasonable. Only one complaint, and that is the carpet. Probably a small kitchen (dad loves to cook). And…

We’re officially happily rented!!!

Now all we have to do is just pack, move and settle in.

And normal life resumes.

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admin January 25th, 2008

Whoa, how exhausting!

2 entries today… but what the heck!

After this phone call, the parents came back and took me to the bank where they asked for a Chinese customer service rep while I withdrew some money. A lady stood in front of the line making small talks to everyone; young, middle aged and older. This made me think, “banks are so much better than real estate agents”. Made me feel a little better you know?

So the parents were still waiting to be served. Not long after, a Chinese lady by the name of Kelly ushered us into the cubicle. We had a talk, discussing the various choices, accounts and everything. Then she required many different type of proofs of identity, making sure everything was alright… yada yada yada.

The service was really great, and she was very attentive, patient and explained everything really well, but in the end, that consultation lasted about 3 hours!

Dad bought some random stuff to eat, went home and had our lunch while I searched for agents to visit and the houses we were going to rent.

First stop, Belfield agent. We wanted to leave a deposit on the house since it was still available for rent. The lady told us we couldn’t. Apparently, under the new laws, we needed to inspect the unit before renting. New learnt #1. So we were given the official day and time of inspection for that property and an application form, and we left.

With the application form, we had a master plan of filling them out, and then going straight to the agent right after inspection, and it’s ours!

Dad wanted to see the house before all others because it seemed like a good area, and it rent was $250. So we popped by Gould street, parked the car and walked around. Outside isn’t too bad, I thought.

A person drove in at that point, and they asked if we were looking for someone in particular. Turned out he is the current tenant of the one we were looking to rent. We made small talk, looked at the unit and found out they were renting the place for $195. As we were coming out, mum made a slightly regretful remark about having to leave our place and that this place was quite very below average.

Feeling very disappointed, we went to the the next destination, the one at Marlowe street for $240 at Campsie (same one I inquired about this morning), walked around. Ok, outside isn’t too bad, I guess. A tick on our list to visit their inspection, even though the lady receptionist SUCKED.

So next stop was actually home.

Because we didn’t know about that policy (inspection before deposit), we decided to pop by the agents to grab the dates and application forms before checking out the places because we wanted to be the ones ready for this renting game.

We picked Brandon up as well, and headed off to the agent in Campsie. What? We can’t grab the application forms? Damn! New thing learnt #2. That makes things a lot worse.

Never mind, we’ll visit the place again.

We got to the one at Park street for $240. Oh no no no no. Got in the car, and drove away to Beaumont street ($235). Not too bad, another on our list. So we have 2 inspections to go to now.

Next stop, the Lakemba agent. We parked the car 10 minutes away from the actual place since we thought a few agents were it. Got there, got yet another disappointing remark.

“Gone.”
“Oh!”

Might as well pop by the other 2 agents.

“There isn’t any.”
“No, there isn’t any.”

This was harder than I thought! Definitely.

By the time we got home, it was dinner time, but no dinner. So we went out to eat at Campsie. Turned out my parents knew the owners (they started their business a month ago). They gave us a really good service, and a very very big bowl of vermicelli to me as she thought it was dad’s order. Couldn’t finish it, but the food was very good. Didn’t cost too much either!

Got home. Ah, finally!

Started making calls to various agents again, even calling the ones that are a tad more than what we hoped for.

“Hi, I’m just wondering if the $300 Campsie one is available for rent.”
“It’s taken.”
“Oh, thanks.”

“Just wondering whether the $280 unit at Campsie is available?”
“Gone.”

“It’s gone”

“No, it’s gone”

“Gone”

God…

One word: Stressed.

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admin January 24th, 2008

Now I don’t usually get ticked off by trivial things but…

Rude Rude Rude!!!

As you know, we’ve been home hunting for rent. So I found this good one and dad told me to call. And I called up just then… This was how the conversation went:

Ring

Lady: [company name],may I help you?
Me: Hi, may I speak to [name]. Oh, wait sorry. I saw—
Lady: Just one second *puts HOLD music, for a minute*

Lady: Hi, which property were you after?
Me: The one at Campsie.
Lady: [name of street]?
Me: That’s the one.
Lady: Can I get to take down your number and we’ll give you a call when it’s for lease?
Me: Oh so it’s not for lease yet? How about the one at number 5?
Lady: That one is leased.
Me: Oh ok, so—
Lady: Just one second *puts HOLD music*

Lady: So what was your name and number?
Me: *tells her name and number*
Lady: Ok, we’ll give you a call. Bye. *HANGS UP*

Ok, was that RUDE or not?! You generally wait for the other person to say goodbye, not just hang up!

And you’d expect them to be NICER to potential customers!

I wish your company burns goes in poverty for this treatment.
Is there hope for the world we live in today?!

I guess not.

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admin January 23rd, 2008

Inconsistency.

If this one didn’t convince you, listen to this:

I had 2 items to post the other day, so I took both my envelopes and went to the post.

Details about the items:

Just by looking at these measurements, do you think that’s consistent at all?

• Same measurements
• Same weight
• Packed the same way in same-sized envelope
• Same person serving me

And yet they are charged SO differently! Why is one a large letter and the other is a parcel?

They contain the exact same product inside!

So needing to send it out as soon as possible with no other posts around, I decided to let them charge me as they like… just this one time.

Oh well, at least buyer 1 received item #1 today.
That’s right, the one charged with a cheaper postage rate!

Someone explain this to me… because I don’t get it.

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admin January 18th, 2008

What a peculiar day, I must say! I thought so, my friends knew so, and Tim (the one whom I described the “incidents” to) said so.

But first, some “normal” things.

At uni
Normality

So my 2 week summer course ends today with a 40% website presentation and a 30% final exam. Of course, even though it was a general education course, I was still pretty worried about the whole day.

So I got to class, ready yet nervous for the presentation, thinking that we had to explain every code that we used for the website and all. Turned out I had nothing to worry about at all! -_- He told groups of four to log into the school computers, load our sites and kicked us out of the room. Literally. After marking, he told us to come inside, grab our medium if we used one and then kicked us out of the room once again. Easy.

So we went to the law library, into the seminar rooms so we could “study”. As all study sessions proceed, we ended up cracking Russell Peters jokes, talking about some really random stuff, snacking, reading the papers (uni offers round 1 out today, how exciting!)… and towards the end of the “study session”, realised that we were all screwed! Well, not Andy, but the rest of us were!

Because the class was pretty big, the teacher decided to split the group into 2 to take the test. Julie, Huy, Sharan and I barely made the last 4 spots for the first test session! Phew!

Skip skip skip.

The test was pretty hard >.< Yep, a gen ed final exam was actually hard! I mean, what the hell? Some of the stuff we didn’t even learn about! -_- GAH!

Outing: Food
Weird incident 1

Meanwhile, outside was raining. Rats, why did it have to rain on my birthday? It hasn’t in how long? I don’t know. But longtime!

But seeing that it was my birthday, we decided to double date with Julie and Huy.

So first off, to eat!
Ichiban boshi!

We arrived and there was a huge line. Huy wanted to go somewhere else to eat but I didn’t want to because:

• I was too bothered
• It was raining: hard to get around
• I like eating at Ichiban Boshi~~

So we asked one of the waitresses (who looked European but spoke fluent Japanese!) how long it would be till we get to go in. 20 minutes. Ok, 20 it is!

So after checking out Kinokuniya (a huge bookshop), we came out to wait with the guys. Then… something weird happened.

Some girl and her friends walked past our group, and she kind of stared straight at me, talking to her friend and all. All of us took notice of this but decided to ignore that.

Andy: It might be because she thought she knew you from somewhere.

And still, the staring continued.

Julie: Could she make it anymore obvious?!

And then suddenly, I saw her eyes make a dart to my chest area, staring ever so intently.

Huy: Maybe she’s looking at your badges…

So again, this was ignored, and her head stuck out a tiny bit, eyes still at my chest. At this stage, I was starting to feel a bit… uncomfortable.

Andy: Maybe she has bad eyesight…?

Her eyes wandered up and down a tiny, then fixes on my chest.

Huy: Man, if I wanted to check out your badges, I wouldn’t full stare or anything!

…

Waitress: Number 68.
Me: That’s us!

And I took my things and hurried the heck out of there. Okay, that was “Incident #1″. The meal was great, with Andy drinking a lot of water while finishing up my “very hot ramen”.

Outing: Shopping
Weird Incident 2

We got out of the building, and still it was raining. Julie said to go Myer, so we did. Somehow, we ended up at the lingerie section. Huy wanted to go to the games section so I shoo-ed Andy to go with him while we girls had some “alone time”. We did actually, but with one more person… And this is the beginning of “Incident #2″…

Me and Julie were checking out hot hot bras when a saleslady came around and started introducing all the products to us, telling us what they are made of and how “spectacular” and “stunning” they all are.

Saleslady: The change rooms have very long lines so when you both are ready, I’ll pop you into our special change room.

So Julie and I must’ve grabbed 6 items each, giggling about how to escape from the saleslady because man, have you seen the price tags on some of these? And I know I definitely can’t afford things this much!

Ready!

Saleslady: So I’ll pop you in first, Wendy (she got my name wrong but oh well, I’ll be Wendy for a while)
Me: Oh it’s a single change room?
Saleslady: Yeah.
Me: How about we go in together Julie?
Julie: *drags me into the room, pulls the curtain close*

Inside…
Me: Man, this one costs $190!
Julie: Yeah, but they’re hot. I’m going to try this one first.
Me: Maybe I’ll try this one. *Whispers in her ears* How are we gonna escape?!
Julie: Don’t worry. Hey, reckon she thinks we’re lesbians?
Me: *looks in mirror* Yeah actually.

Curtain opens.
Shock.
Covers up.

Saleslady: Oh WOW, this one really pushes up your breast, Julie. See how it gives you that lift?
Me: Yeah, it really does Julie. Looks good.
Julie: Yeah shite!
Saleslady: And the red looks absolutely spectacular on you, Wendy.
Me: I like it actually.
Saleslady: Now hurry and try these one on, girls. *points to see-through red lace bra, disappears out of room*

Me: That was weird!
Julie: Mm. *starts changing* Can you turn around while I change into this one?
Me: Yeah. *hangs around, too embarrassed to try anything*
Saleslady: *pops in* Hi Julie and Wendy, how are you girls doing?
Julie: *covers*
Saleslady: Wendy, why aren’t you changed? Oh wow! Look at you Julie. Oh come on, don’t be shy, we all have breasts.
Julie: But my nipples are showing. *uncovers* Oh wait, you can’t see them much.
Saleslady: So what do you think?
Julie: Yeah I like it.
Saleslady: Now hurry and change into this *indicates to the see-through black lace one and disappears behind curtain*

By the looks of this, makes me wonder if we had a choice anymore? So anyway, by now, we started changing quickly and freely in front of one another before she pays an early visit…

Saleslady: Oh WOW, you both look very stunning! BOTH of you should be advertising for this! So what do you think?
Julie: Definitely like the black more then the red.
Me: Yeah, I agree with her. And I like this too.

Okay, this goes on for at least another 15 minutes with many “you look stunning” or “this is so HOT on you” (and the like) before we both finished changing into all the clothes we took in. Andy called to see where we were so I told them to wait for us outside the lingerie section. So much for being lesbians now…! (Although I am bisexual)

Saleslady: So what do you think, girls?
Julie: I like the black, not the other. *sees the boyfriends coming back*
Me: Me too, I’m just showing him.

Man, she seems either quite:

1. Keen on checking out breasts or
2. A very persistent (read: pushy) salesperson.

But they most likely don’t get commission, so I don’t see what they point was.

And we just hung around, the four of us. I think the saleslady must’ve took the hint because she went into the change rooms to serve another lady, leaving us to decide.

Plonk.
RUN!!!

And that was how we escaped.
That was fun!

Evening
Dinner

After, I got home and freshened up a bit before going to have family dinner to celebrate our birthdays (Brandon and I have birthdays on the same day and month). We had some very delicious seafood, took some photos and then went home feeling satisfied.

That night…
Chatting

I explained the whole story to Andy. “I think she’s a lesbian.” he says.

And then I repeated the story to Tim to have this said, “Yep, definitely a lesbian. You could have asked her for an orgy and got her fired!”

After all, I thought it was because of my new hairstyle… or the outfit I was wearing… Which led Tim to one conclusion, “You’re attracting the wrong gender with the haircut.”

Sounds flattering.
But I don’t think so.

So there you have it, my very interesting 20th birthday.

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admin January 13th, 2008

So I’m halfway through my general education course with none of the four assessments tasks complete. So when my uncle called to ask if I wanted a shift for today on Saturday, I told him no.

And I decided Saturday would be my resting day since I was quite worn out due to uni, even when the hours are short because I’ve been in lazy mode prior to this summer course. And plus my brother was staying overnight at aunt Tania’s house and that mean:

1. More food
2. No noise

All that is good, had my beauty rest, and Sunday came too soon. Eager (not quite, but kind of have to) to do some of my assignment, I woke up early (ok, 10am isn’t that early but a girl can exaggerate sometimes…), finished eating, popped upstairs, and heard an announcement from mum that aunt My, her husband (uncle Tony) and Katty. And this meant one thing: Mum to pair off with aunt; dad chatting to uncle Tony, and Katty with me (a.k.a. kid-sitting).

I finished my shower, wrapped in a towel (because I didn’t know what to wear), attempted to run to my room before anyone saw me, and found Katty sitting there waiting for my arrival. Oh. Crap! I ran back into the bathroom and told her I’d come out soon, and sneaked to the cupboards when she went downstairs for a brief second, and got dressed.

Phew.

So then she started bouncing, telling me a thousand different things such as her loose teeth falling out and everything.

And like the other post’s distress, I had to keep her occupied for a long time. So we started drawing in my room, having fun and all (but not that much because of the stinking hot weather), eating lollies and just chatting. Then I got scared because I was feeding her lollies and I’m afraid she’d eat too much of that without the mother’s consent (regarding: new teeth).

At about 2pm, we all went to Botoli to eat, Katty riding in the same car as us. We arrived there earlier than Katty’s parents did, and the guy (who loves to talk/joke with dad) came over to our table (as always) and remarked, “So I see you’ve been hiding away your grandchild”. Shocked, I protested… oh my God, don’t even joke about these kind of things! -_-

So the parents came, and we ordered and had our food. Towards the end, uncle Tony insisted to shout this lunch so he paid first. Mum, dad and I had just finished our food when aunt Tania called to tell us to come home as they had dropped Brandon home. Being a really hot day, we decided not to let him wait so long outside so us three went home first (Katty hasn’t finished her food just yet) and aunt My and them to meet us back at home.

Welcome back, biatch! (My brother and I have a weird relationship, right, Habib?)

Anyway, at around 3:30, the three came back to our place, and the original pairings happened. Meaning, no homework, more mucking about.

Ok, now I definitely wouldn’t've minded if I didn’t have assessments on my desk waiting for me to do. But she even gave me homework!

Katty: Can you draw this and this and this and this for me? I’ll get it when I come over next.
Me: But I can’t draw.
Katty: Yes you can. I don’t care if it’s not the best.
Me: But I’m busy.
Katty: Why?
Me: I have to go to school tomorrow.
Katty: Can you draw it after school?
Me: But I’ve got homework.
Katty: After homework?
Me: Hm, only when I finish my homework then.
Katty: *grins* Yay! *starts bookmarking all the pictures she wants me to draw*

Damn.

Why are kids sometimes so persistent!
Or yet, why can’t I ever say no?

Sigh.
Oh well.

So anyway, after a long time (around about 7pm I guess?), they started to leave, and yet again, Katty has left me exhausted.

Okay, now I was really eager to get some work done. Putting all thoughts aside, I started doing the rest of summary 3, and actually finished it.

Horray.

Now time for some sleep.

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admin January 11th, 2008

So we had a task yesterday in class for summary 3 (which is worth 10%) and the teacher said to do it in html. I got home, felt shit-faced and fell asleep on the couch for 3 hours right after dinner, woke up and started on my html summary. After spending quite a bit on it, I finished half of the summary, uploaded in my server, linked everything up and made sure it looked nice and all. And ended up sleeping at about 2am.

So today (I’m in class right now), we had a lab activity which was pretty confusing so I went up to the teacher and asked if we had to hand in today’s task to which he replied no. So then I asked if any of the lab tasks are included in the test. Again, no.

That’s great!

Then I double checked to see how we hand in summary 3, and he told me in hard copy. Apparently, the html was yesterday’s activity and it technically wasn’t compulsory to do it in html.

DAMN.

And everyone else thought we had to hand it in html too! >.<

Last night was the first time I have attempted to do some work for this course, and today I find out that it wasn’t necessary.

Still, I got some practice I guess =]

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