solly ahx

Been busy. And tired. But things are looking up. I've found 2 housemates and gorgeous potential apartments that fall nicely into my budget. My mom... has apologised. Indirectly. Oh well. I appreciate it anyway. Can't stay angry forever.

Small updates;
x I can't take African Drumming cos my course isn't under the god damned Melbourne Model. Am taking the language of Nippon instead.

x Went for Victoria and St Kilda night markets, both of which were kickass awesome yet again I found it difficult to part with moolah.

x Got some cute boys here I must admit. One random cute guy in a small rainbow songkok-type hat asked me about relationships. I misheard it as 'Malaysian ships'.

x My Coldplay seat has a restricted view D:

x It's not THAT bad staying here in the suburbs, just gotta put up with no social life. But my relatives make me feel like every shady looking guy here is a rapist. Oh that includes Indian cabbies.

x Shopping here is orgasmic. I have resolved to limit myself to one expensive dress a month. And other random cheap things.

x I have 3 places to get tattoos done. Hopefully all by this year.

x Things that I miss terribly already : Driving aimlessly, Dog, Rasputin&Stalin, Smellybro Ashwin, my lovely number1s, Raushan, exploring/ghost-hunting till 5-6am with the boys.. The list goes on.

And on.

and suddenly the world got a little bit colder...

But I manage. At Westpac yesterday, out of my frustration that the toilets were locked cos banks close early, I pretended to samurai slice the door with my hand thinking the lift was empty. I was mistaken.

Staying in the suburbs, though far from the city, I feel suffocated with nothingness. A blank. I'd love to run around the city in my green dress and purple cardigan with pink socks and checkered sneakers, enjoying a smoke(or two) while watching the abundance of street buskers and night time chessboards. Alone.

I want to;

Stay in the city
Enrol in my god damn African Drumming elective
Take up Capoeira in Collingwood
Start my little business (plz HSBC do not disappoint me)
Make more friends..... But I have no social life. Not yet anyway.

I don't hate rich kids... But I hate the security they have. To have peace of mind. Okay not hate... Just extreme jealousy. I don't want to feel bitter over the next 5 years towards my parents, but its a very likely possibility. I feel this extreme impulse to just blow my savings on rent for the next few months instead of painstakingly commuting for over an hour every day.

But i'd never do that. I'm the 'calculated risks' sort. Ugh. Money money money. Why does Vet Science cost SO GOD DAMN MUCH! FUCKING GREEDY BASTURDS!

(fyi: returns are shit after graduation, so get it out of your head that vets make 20k a month)

quickie

I shit you not. This, in less than 24 hours.

i'm........

GONE.

After a 7 hour plane ride and getting a headache waiting for my 30kilo grey monster of a suitcase to appear on the belt, i'm in Melbourne.

I left with a heavy heart - I had the worst send off that could possibly exist. The last 2 weeks with the passing of my granddad, and now the true ugliness has come forth. Money is the root of all evil especially when it isn't yours. I really hope my granddad left absolutely nothing for us, then everyone would just SHUT THE HELL UP.

Then again. I'm here for 5 years. New environment, new people. New life. I just want to molt like a reptile and shed the burdens of yesterday.

thank you....

Trust you guys to throw a surprise! I love surprises. And yes I will hang the frame and keep the scrapbook nicely :)

I'll be at Rebel this Friday, most likely after 11pm. So everyone! If you're free do come and bring friends! It's my last night to partay so i'm gonna get nice and drunk. I wouldn't dance to trashy hip hop otherwise.

Omg 6 days 6 days 6 days.

0/0/1918

All those born before a particular year have no record of their date of birth if they can no longer remember it, or was never told when they were born. That leaves you any date to celebrate your birthday :)



I'm glad there was a way to ease your pain before your passing, and how adamant that we would never leave you alone at any point. I'm glad I made you smile as I held your hand just before things took a different turn.

You left a legacy behind, something we can all learn from. You worked your way up from just the clothes on your back, selling WWII rations on the black market, laundering for the Japanese, played a part in the British Air Force.. It's all so astounding. It'd be difficult to work up to barely a fraction of what you've achieved.

Singh Tailor will forever remain an icon in Changi, and the respect you commended will never be forgotten.

Please watch over Nani while you're up there, she misses you the most.

send me to outer space

Thousand Apologies. *cue indian accent*


Really. Things haven't been going too good. The Singapore gangster, AKA the reputable Mr Baboo Singh from Changi Village is reaching the end of this tether, and despite the despair, he's lived a full life. So we can only hope he has an equally fulfilling afterlife (money & women, the very words from his own mouth) and that it's as painless as it can possibly be.

Juggling rotating shifts at the hospital and trying to meet friends after is extremely taxing. It's been a crazy past 4 days. I haven't been picking up my phone much or replying to my messages, and i'm really sorry for that! Really. Esp Yigang who's been trying so hard to call me. I'm very sorry.

After the Prodigy, which was awesome beyond words (and definitely one of those must-see bands in anyone's lifetime) we grabbed a quick supper, headed home, changed, and went straight to the hospital. Slept two hours Wednesday morning, and it was back to the hospital. When I eventually slept, I KO-ed for 8 hours straight, and still felt tired.

I wish I didn't need so much sleep! Am gonna sleep now so I get ample rest for the day shift tomorrow, then drinks later with friends. A week of madness.

I AM THE GOD OF HELLFIRE

If it weren't for my sister I probably would never have listened to The Prodigy before I turned 10. It grew on me, for sure. My sister used to blast it every morning as she got ready for school, while I groaned away and tried to get back to sleep (afternoon session lah).

When I didn't need sleep though, I actually enjoyed it. I listened to everything up till the Fat of the Land, courtesy of Aresha. However, subsequent albums are just lost on me.... But i'll go absolutely jizz-in-my-pants crazy the moment I hear an old school track. They MUST play the classics... Firestarter, Voodoo People, Breathe, Charly, Fire, Out of Space and this is a definite 100% must... Smack My Bitch Up. And bonus points if they play Break And Enter. I will dance my feet sore.

Can't wait to see Keith tear up the stage. Aresha also will have a jizz-in-my-pants moment for sure, she wanted to marry the guy when she was 14.




AND I BRING YOU.... FIYAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!

the house of dreams

This video is trippy, but I love this song to bits. I love how ironic it is.



I don’t know what’s right and what’s real anymore
And I don’t know how I’m meant to feel anymore
When do you think it will all become clear?
‘Cuz I’m being taken over by the fear