i am doing spss. and i have no idea how exactly to go about writing the results. it's like maths and i just don't go well with maths. something tells me i'm gonna be so screwed for the exams. and yes, i actually do care and i actually do want to do well, if not extremely well. and yes, i have reached yet another challenge in my life not just academic wise but survival wise. now if only you were here.

i am so green. so jealous. of what? i can't tell you. it's more like i don't want to. maybe someday you'll know. the day we stop talking about popstars and movies, stop bitchin about girls from some schools, stop arguing about things that didn't matter, stop making up theories on life and love, the day we stop living the way we do.

i am going for behavioural neuroscience lecture in 2 hours. oh crap. but it's really not that bad. in fact, it's quite interesting if you pay attention. i quite like developmental psych. but quantatative methods suck. it really really sucks.





meifen _ spoke at 2:07 PM

moving was a disaster. more like the most eventful day in melbourne so far. to sum it up, i was flustered, drenched, drained, blistered, chided, waiting, laughing, drinking, dancing, learning, near dying and living it up the whole 24 hrs. and that was just the official moving day. there was the pre-move drama and aftermath horror to add on. even as i speak, the house is still in a mess (clearing up tho). Ask people who came over, we've basically moved from one mess to the next.

so, we started moving on the 18th at night. took us quite a while to pack but we managed to get there by1030pm and made our poor friend so friggin hungry. but he was cool bout it and we shifted mostly paperbags of stuff and some random boxes over. the next morning, some ass woke me up at 830. it was the agent, he started scolding me for moving at night and went on about how it's not done like that in oz and blah blah blah. i was barely awake and took in all that crap with specks of 'mmm.. ok, sorry'. then he became real nice and went on about how it's alright now, don't do it. whatever.

next, we rushed to get lunch and continue packing before the movers came at 3. all these while laughing our way through american pie 3. at 3 o'clock, we were nearly done, all rushed but ready. we waited and waited. called them but there was no answer. waited somemore. finally we got thru and they would come in 15 mins. so 20 mins later ( at 4 pm), the MOVER came in sucha small truck. can he fit everything alone? Oh yes, he claimed out loud and all. so he fitted stuff and stuff. and of course, it wasn't enough. so we had to take the rest of the stuff in a maxicab and leave a good portion behind first. thank God the guys came to help. so anne and ruth went there first by tram. then tess and the guys went to the lobby to wait for the maxicab leaving me and the mover in the basement. so he got whatever stuff he could on and drove off. now, the structure of citypoint's basement is sucha bitch. the ceiling's high at the loading point but lower everywhere else. being the smart arse he was, the mover guy propped the fridge upright. and that obviuosly couldn't go under the waterpipes and all. so he stopped just as we approached the pipe.

i asked, 'are you sure we can go pass?'
he said,' sure, the wheels will go under....'
i asked again, 'are you sure, it looks too high to go under?'
he noded and went ahead.

PAH! it was a perpetual carwash. the fridge hit the fire sprinkler, the alarm went off and torrents of water came rushing down over the truck. the open truck full of our things- computers, clothes, fridge, books....
the weird part was he didn't back away, he asked me to open the door so we could get out. i was obviously drenched by then. he just stood there and went,'oh shit, oh no, oh damn.' like it really helped. i tried calling the girls but there was no reception. went to the concierge but the lift took forever. then 3 firetrucks came and all that bullshit. he had to unpack the stuff again. i called tessa down to the basement and went to the lobby so i could call the agent and explain that we'll be moving in after office hours.

so, outside i saw leo standing there still with all our stuff. no cab. where's ding and kit? dunno. then after giving the cab company a massive scolding, i hung up. good for us, this maxicab happened to pass by. so we got on after explaining that his fellow cabmate was 45 mins late. on call and 45 mins late. what the hell ya? ding appeared after that and they moved the stuffs to the new place. i went down to check on tessa. it was all clear and she got in. i took a tram down to the new place barefooted and blistered my feet walking so fast down russell street.

and after that, we all had to help move. the mover guy charged us fullfare even after his blunder and wanted half hour's more of money. we gave him 20over bucks more. the truth was he's quite a poor fellow having to pay a $1000 fine after working his guts out. he was really tired and rather old. say in his 50s. so, we're nice people. and our friend happily gave him 50 more without telling us. oh well, it was tiring.

but nope, that wasn't the end. i ended the day drinking and chilling at the new place before we went out to play til the morn. i shan't elaborate but it was tiring. oh yes, the apartment didn't have hot water then so you could imagine the horror. and it isn't over yet. but i'm tired typing already.

note goin out to dee: thanks, i really need to get in touch with noraini. it's quite an essential dying need so please help. heh.

meifen _ spoke at 4:51 PM

i'm gonna blog about my housemates. it's a special guest star appearance. see, i don't usually mention names. anyhow, in 2 days we'll be vacating 1402bourke st for a bigger, nicer, cozier, prettier place somewhere along lil lonsdale. say cool!

my housemates are ruth, tessa and n. now let's talk about them... anne is VERY VERY sad........being abused online.. :( tell me it's not just me....

ignoring anne, let's just continue. let's talk about ruth.

Ruth is very sweet. diabetic bad kind of sweet. she makes you lazy cause she does stuff for you. she makes you get sugar rushes with her cookies, cakes and muffins. she buys presents for no rhyme or reason. and it makes you feel so ungrateful. she's oblivious to her silliness. and mind you, she's very silly sometimes. she does the most roll-eye-balls stuff and asks the most 'huh?' questions. she's so loonjun or so she says. she's a ball of laughter rolling about in the clumsiest manner.

now tessa, she's THE klutz. the jinxest person i know. if she doesn't knock something over, she must have fallen somewhere or dropped something or broken something or forgot something or stepped on gum or squirt mousse all over her shirt. then we get to her clothes. they're literally overbrimming. and nope, they don't come cheap and tough. they all, yes all, happen to be expensive and delicate. so if you want to rob us, just steal tessa's clothes. and bags and shoes. am i missing anything? tessa's also always going on about so and so's bad service, bad food, bad this and that. isn't it strange how we can still bring ourselves to love her? but seriously, she's actually pretty damn wonderful underneath it all.

then comes the dumbfounding part. anne.
see, in big brother or the real world or survivor there's always the enemy who's out to destroy. the thing is we are not quite enemies but we're not friends either. she's agent smith and i'm neo. sometimes the reverse. other times, we share stuff, we laugh, we eat, we go to class, we shop, we drink, we walk, we even cook together. so how can you define this weird goosebumps inducing relationship? i am still figuring out, at least before i kill her out of irritation some day. and it's been tested and proven, we can quarrel about anything. ANYTHING. i don't know what to say about anne. but in any case, she's my best of non-friends.

so now you have a view of my housies, please wish me a broken leg and say happy moving. thank you very much.

meifen _ spoke at 11:52 AM

it's been many hours, many days since i arrived back in the apartment. this place sucks. it's a virtual junkyard, maybe i'm too kind. but we're moving.. yay. the new place's pretty damn wonderful.. it makes me so happy.

and, the best news yet, the china girl will be gone. she'll be a part of the memory the brain wish it never had. this is so relieving.

and the new friends are funny.

we've got to pack soon. maybe tomorrow i will.

i went to the moomba that day. we sat rides and had corn dogs. i've always been a fan of those thrill rides. i love the rush even if it was shortlived. i love the sensation of being up, being away, like flying as rush of colours pass by like a kaleidoscope experience. i dun like coming down but if i don't then the ride would be meaningless. i swear i could ride on those every 5 minutes, even after 6 chilli dogs and 8 diet cokes plus a bag of thick peppered chips. now that's a nice thought. i am happy to say the weight is not an issue lately, same for the diet. i live quite happily physically.

i dreamt that a friend(more or less) died on me. i watched her die and thought, oh crap. then i thought of the promises unable to come true. the end of a relationship. basically a goodbye for sure. if you believe hard enough you might see them at the end. but what if you don't? what if the wait is too long? maybe that's why people get upset at death. i never understood, don't wish to understand. anyhow, i'm glad i didn't get died on. oh, that plus the fact that you didn't die. i'm still unashamedly nice.

please pray for me that what was prayed for each night is granted. merci beaucoup. j'aime tout les monde... sighs.

everyone should have a Dibs in their life. i met mine.

meifen _ spoke at 10:06 PM