Okay yea. So much for commitment. Told you I’m bad. Haven’t blogged for a couple of months already and this is the first in ages. I keep blaming Mac cuz he screws the blog formatting up but I think he got pissed with me and developed a condition of chronically overheating and shutting down on me. He’s in the Apple hospital now. I’ll see him when I get back to Singapore.

AH. I said BACK to SINGAPORE. It means I’m NOT in Singapore! And where could I be?? PERTH! Yes yes Perth. MAN I missed the car and the bed and the weather and OH yea… of course, the family and friends and stuff. Ehhehe.. Family. Damn I recently realized just how much I treasure being with them and being away from them too. You think about freedom cuz that’s the first thing you’d associate with boarding, but then again maybe I had just enough freedom in Perth too cuz I had the damn car and all I had to do was say "Yo mom I’m going out. So if the car’s missing it wasn’t stolen and if I’m missing I wasn’t kidnapped." "WHAT happened to the CAR??!?" "-__- Thanks mom." And that wuz it. Daz freedom too. So maybe the burden that was lifted off me may not have been the dependence on family or whatever.. more just how tiresome some things can be. But tiresome is homely and that can be nice too huh. And then again maybe I feel a bit more trapped in Singapore because of the 30min ride to the station and the hour train ride to wherever – teh suxx0rz. And downloading. DOWNLOADING. Gone. I am musically stranded and all alone. I have to leach of people like my sis or Joy now.

But speaking of Joy. Who the hell said she wasn’t high maintenance?? (Oh… no one did. HAHA.) Hung out with her for ONE day and there it wuz, 40 bucks gone in an instant, and I HADN’T shopped. Brought nothing new home with me except an emptier wallet and worn out shoes. Can’t believe I hung out with her for more than 12 hours and I returned home safe and sane – but did I mention at 8am in the morning? Yes. Got home at 8. Don’t ask about the 0245 movie. I got home and died on my bed. My internal clock broke for good, which is exactly why I went to sleep at Priss’ house last night at 2:30am and only slept two hours later. It wasn’t Pipi the cat sauntering around me that kept me awake and neither was it Scarlet piano solo playing over and over again in my head that kept me tossing away. It was that damn internal clock that never recovered from that Joy episode and I live with the consequences now.

2 hours of sleep before church the next morning is NOT a good idea, believe me. The sermon starts to sound so much like one of those lectures you get in Art History… WHICH reminds me, the Pastor, Jim McCourt, he said: "A lecture is defined as: the transfer of information from the lecturer’s notes to the students’ notes without going through the minds of either."

So true. (Ack surprise surprise, I was listening.)

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Quick summary of anything eventful over my blogatory absence. The exams. We studied. I think I screwed Lit very unprofessionally (why does that sound so wrong..) and Art History screwed me.
[YanYing: Aye I think the exams are making me delusional. Last night studying, I smelt popcorn… Then I got really hungry.
Me: You’re always hungry. And why are you so food inclined?? I, on the other hand, see hot guys dancing around me. Exams rock.]

After the exams was freedom of a beautiful kind which I wastefully spent on the same damn group of people I saw everyday in school, just different locations. Nothing productive came out of any outing except the last one I had before coming back to Perth – SMU booth preparations. I’ll blog about it when it comes.

But really. Too many Perthians are asking "Aye so how’s your course in Singapore??" "Umn. Great! I left Perth in hopes of gettimg away from the insane friends here but I met more mad ones there. AND I can draw naked people now. Ain’t yall proud."

Quote Dad: [After a nonsensical crap-session with him] "… I sent you to uni in Singapore and THIS is what you’ve learnt??"

Told my mom I can safely call myself a vagabond now. Me and Selamat been backpacking (over and Vonnie’s and Jiet’s… we are truly the homeless now. Will draw for food.)

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I can never remember every messed up conversation I had with the Grp sixers because as much as nonsense is the only thing my brain selectively stores in memory, it’s still limited (This is why I blog. It's a nonsensical record of absurdity. So I can discard all the old shit I collect in my head and replace it with new ones.)

Me: Eh Jiet. You like green apples?
Jiet: Yea.
Me: But they’re sour…
Jiet: Yea.. I like sour stuff you see. But you love sweet stuff huh?
Me: Hell yea… sweet rocks.
Jiet: Hmm… I like sour, you like sweet… This totally explains why we get along so well huh?

-__- Just a taste to show you how much my friends care…

Me: [during bum-session with YanYing, Hao, Sherry and Aidan] Ehh I just got a call from my Godpa. He said that I can get a flight tonight. No way man.. ain't no time. So now I’m going off tomorrow..
Sees their SAD FACES.
Hao: How come tomorrow? : ( Why not tonight??? Aye go tonight lahh…

ERGHH??!?

AND…

in with the trees -me, Absolute Ying - yy

in with the trees: And I’m scared I get lost..
in with the trees: Like if I make a wrong turn somewhere.
in with the trees: or I can’t find parking.. EHH..
in with the trees: Perth sucks. HAHAHA
Absolut Ying: Haiz.. then we wouldn’t see you next sem, Sam…
Absolut Ying: YAAAAAAAAAYYYY~!
In with the trees: YY!!
In with the trees: Why are you so HAPPY?????

[It’s hard to find MSN convo’s without sexual innuendos, in-jokes or insults. Like I said, take all that out from our conversations and there is NOTHING.]

You see?? Told you they love me. T__T

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Informed my mom I had Baileys on the plane. She told me to stop drinking so much.. and then next thing I know she passes me a glass of fruity champagne..

Me: *sips* Hey yummy… thanks. *passes glass back*
Mom: No it’s all yours.
Me: -___-;; Wait. I thought… Didn't you just.. AH nevermind. *sculls*

Always better NOT to ask.

Me: DANIEL!! *tosses him present* look wut we got you!!
Daniel: *opens present and finds iPod nano, nods, leaves iPod on table and then walks off*
Me: HALT. Ok stop. Wait. Daz all?
Daniel: What.
Me: You… know what it is?
Daniel: IPod nano.
Me: Yea.
Daniel: Yea..
Me: You were pining for one, right?
Daniel: Uh huh.
Me: Umn.. it’s 4 gigs…
Daniel: Okay.
Me: It’s… blue.
Daniel: I know that.
Me: It’s the new generation one.
Daniel: Yea okay.
Me: You finally get an MP3 player, brother.
Daniel: Yea.
Me: WHY aren’t you excited? Ecstatic? Thrilled? Happy? AMUSED???
Daniel: I am.
Me: SHOW IT THEN!!!

I think one thing I miss most about home are all the messed up convos we have… thing is there’s TOO many of these messed up convos. My parents are strange. Shite that means it WAS genetic after all. T__T Ah well.. at least I got family to blame.

Dad: Aye honey ah...
Mom: *calls back* I’m busy cooking! Don’t talk to me now!
Dad: … …Don’t talk then don’t talk LOHH!! *sulks*

EGAD. No daz not all.

[Wuz on the freeway driving and a bird flew straight into the car in front..]

Me: SHIT. SHIT MOM. SHIT. Did you SEE THAT.
Mom: The bird ah?
Me: OMG yea. Shit. Crap. Mom, did you see the splatter??? I saw a lot of things flying off the body… And they weren’t feathers.
Mom: Really? Stop the car lohh. You want to go pick the bird up? Maybe can save it.
Me: Mom it’s quite dead, I’m certain about that. Oh gawd… poor thing.. Shite… horrible. Ergh…
Mom: *after a while* Aye actually you can write a poem.
Me: … What.
Mom: I was flying in the sky, flying very very high, I hit a car and then I die…
Me: STOP. Mom, just… stop.

EHH there’s more but I have no time to continue. I needa pack. Esperence awaits us tomorrow for snorkeling – practice for next year’s trip to Exmouth to go diving with Whalesharks, ARGH dad and his bright ideas…

5000 hit art another time. I need sleep.