OH NOES!

My carton is finished... 10 packs in the last 5 weeks. Gotta factor in me giving away packs like Santa Claus cos I figured i'd share the love. So this calls for a change. Since I cannot afford cigarettes, I will not smoke. But if friends offer me cigarettes I can't say no. While drinking especially.

Anyhoos, random updates. Had a kickass weekend (which started on Thursday actually heheh). Curry and movies, free booze at an art exhibition, went to catch Asami and Harriet at Miss Libertine's then shivering my butt off at rooftop on Thursday. Albert's birthday on Friday, which was fucking hilarious cos Albert is the funniest drunk i've ever seen, then more movies! Saturday night, you guessed it. Movies! Wee!

And all this courtesy of Rajiv who's been an awesome possum friend. So I thought i'd show my gratitude by getting him a double cheeseburger meal and surprising him while he was working at The Espy. Double cheeseburger surprises > a lot of things.

Sunday was an adventure on its own. After movies on Saturday night I only got home at 1.30pm on Sunday. Marese, Geetha and Bidina came over, and so begun our adventure. We went to Ikea and bought a lot, but not everything Geetha and I needed to redo our lovely home. But even the 4 of us were strugging with the clothes rack, table and lamp amongst other things. We decided to take the tram up Swanston St instead of walking from Victoria Parade and I warned Bidina and Geetha of the tram conductors.

In all our suayness, and thank god I was peering out the window at the time, I saw the conductors make their way to ambush all the tram doors. I bought a ticket that morning so I didn't fret, but Geetha looked terrified and rushed to the ticket machine on the tram. The conductor left her to buy her ticket and checked the rest of us. I passed the conductor my daily from the day before, which obviously was expired. I never kanchiong-ed that much in quite awhile. For a moment I thought I was doomed to be slapped with a $160 tram fine which I could not even afford.. And I nearly cried. But then I found my ticket.

Even as I type this I can feel the wave of relief. Sheesh.

Ting had her farewell dinner yesterday though, which set me back a whopping $50. AAAHHHHH

But the food was good.

Geetha's moving in this Sunday, and I forsee myself to be internetless for an indefinite period starting then. Or this weekend. Clearly I am fucked, but I shall power through this because I told myself I will learn to be TRULY independent and responsible (short of earning my own income) by setting up the internet, electricity and cable from scratch. Not easy I have to say. Especially dealing with moody technicians, I want to slap all of them. But it's definitely a learning experience.

Once all this is over, and the apartment looks lovely and cosy and homely, there'll be an AWESOME HOUSE WARMING. Awesome cos it'll be a costume partay with a theme I haven't decided yet. And that'll prolly be the only reason why cos I neither can afford to feed everyone nor get everyone drunk, so it's BYOB!

Did you know... I can now play Bob Dylan and The Beatles (terribly) on the guitar! I aim to perfect Blackbird by the end of semester. Now to buy a djembe, and my life will be complete.