Annoying people

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And there isnt much to be updated here except the fact that i'm enjoying my life here. T-Zone meets back online (Thanks Shade!), MiCF going wild and fun as usual, Coffee Club still holds its weird activities weekly (but still fun anyways), I crossed two off my to-do list which is to watch the sunset from Harbour Bridge and watching the glow of Sydney's opera house at night, MCA Zine Fair was a kickass success, Night at Darling harbour 50th was awesome and meeting new people never seems to cease. And on top it all, i'll be flying off to NZ in less than a month time for a roadtrip. Yay!

Of course, there's still the examination and the assignment. Up til this point i havent gotten anymore HD (just passes all the time) but meh, who cares. I found some people pretty annoying when they keep on saying "i dont give a damn about exams", "i dont give a shit about grades" and "i think we should stop being so exam oriented" but when it comes to exam and assignment feedbacks, they're be the camping outside the office to take their results and start asking one another for their grades, and not to mention; looking for the lecturer to ask about their marks. I mean, if you want to be so grade-oriented then by all means, go ahead. But stop telling me a thing and ended up doing another. It's just annoying. Plus, everyone keep complaining about Malaysian education being exam oriented. Of course, we had some bad exam-oriented times but do we have to keep on doing that? Now, you'll bug your teachers for your grades. Who knows? In another few years time, you'll bug YOUR students for grades and they'll be brainwashed to be exam oriented. Seriously, wth..

But, meh, whatever

Delaqroux Must Die(t)

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Well, i do admit that i was the one who came up with such smart-ass quote; "Thoult shall eat if thy stomach wants food" just a month ago. I mean, yeah, it is based on a rational reason. The season is changing to winter and us, humans, just another species among the range of the many mammals on earth, will heed this nature call to become less active and consume more food (something like hibernating). It's just another natural way for our body to keep itself warm during winter, by getting extra calories intake and trying as less as possible to release lesser energy. Thus, yeah, if you dont feel hungry yet you feel like eating non-stop of late, it's just a natural nature's call to survive the harsh extremes of winter and you should answer it, right?

Left! Wrong! Salah! And all the other antonyms of "right"!!

Just a few moments ago, i saw an old photo of myself posing in front of my wardrobe's mirror. It was the picture when i first arrived in MacQ so i thought "hmm.. it's been three months now, maybe i should take a shot of myself with exactly the same pose and arrange them chronologically" That way, its like a cool flick, being able to witness how time has changed you. So i allign the two pictures together. Indeed, time did gave some mods on me; longer hair, new glasses, (self-proclaimed) taller figure, thicker clothing... wait... thicker clothing? Thus, i zoomed in to the picture and yeah, i do look 'thicker'. In a few short analysis (like, taking a ruler and measuring the increment of thickness from the Ad in the old photo and the Ad in the new photo), i concluded that, yeah, it was just my sweater. Haha. Whatever hell was i thinking. Of course i look thicker in my warm sweater, it wont be a sweater if it isnt thick. Oh, silly me.. hahhahahalolololollmaorolflolololcopter.

But suddenly, something just struck me like a knife of paranoia slicing through a timid heart of butter. I do look thicker in those parts of my body which is covered by my sweater and i put the sweater as the excuse. But what of the parts where my skin is exposed?. No, not cleavage, i dont have any. I meant; my face. It's pretty hard to do the ruler measuring thing to extract the truth. So this calls for Adobe Photoshop (funny how this tool which i claim to make lies out of people's pictures is now my tool for helping me uncover the truth in mine). So i put the new picture as a background and overlay it with the old picture. Afterwards, i reduce the opacity of the old picture to a point where i can see the new picture underneath it for me to make a comparison- specifically around the face. Does my face seems larger?

And to my horror, HOLY SHIT!!! I AM CHUBBIER!!!????

Yeah, i am. Not so much but there is the difference there. Dammit! Why the face!! WHY THE FAAAAAAAACE!!! Yeah, it's true. After ignoring the cold air in my room and getting rid of all the clothing on me (No, I mean, my sweater and the tshirt underneath.. why the fuck would i take my pants off??), i can be 100% sure that my figure still looks the same. No extra tires anywhere. Phew... I dont look any f.... ffff.... aaaaa.... aaaattt...er (cannot say the F-Word) SO HOW COME ONLY MY FACE IS CHUBBIER!!?? Gah!!! Why??? WHHHHYY???? Nancie Saw!!!???? (uh, yeah... i always tell her how her head is bigger than her body..) I'm in her case now!! (eventhough for her case, it's just me playing with my imaginative teasing- she doesnt really have that big of a head... [or does she??]). At that moment, all i can think of is Wriggly's Chewing Gum's stupid add about how chewing their friggin gums can be a facial exercise. But that's not the point! I must lose that f..... ffff..... in my face!! Anything to it! Even if it's the last thing i'll do...

...DELAQROUX MUST DIE(T)!!!!!

"Let there be randomness"

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It's funny how we always think that life is predictable. Well, i mean, it does get predictable at times. Take Dr. William's EDUC260 class: knock on table, stand on your feet, high-5 your partner, and 1-2-3 WOOSH. But that's not the point there. It's just fascinating how you think you know how orderly your daily life will be, and suddenly something small take a tiny bit of twist, and your whole big lot of life's perspective is tweaked in a very gigantic manner.

See, it happened on my random trip to Macquarie centre. I wasnt intending to go to MacQ Centre at all until i heard that Farouk and co. wanted to get some groceries. THat was when i remembered that i wanted to ask about upgrading my handset. While i wasnt planning to do that, fearing that 3 (a phone company in Aussie) will dissapoint me once again, i did tagged along and proceed to the nearest 3 outlet. Sure enough, 3 dissapointed me once again. Turned out that the so-called 'upgrading' was merely an euphemistic term for "buying a new phone and a whole postpaid plan altogether". The old wound about my old crappy handset i got three months ago was once again, wide open. Well, the handset i got had its memory card reader faulty and it pisses me off the fact that the 3 staffs refuse to repair it, blaming on my memory card instead. So, i sat down outside the 3 outlet and gave the technical support a call. I did that three months ago and it yielded no result but i was thinking of calling a 3 staff member so i can yell at him/her. At least that'll get rid some anger out of me.

So, yeah, i was pissed. And sure enough, the crappy 3 technical stuff gave me the same "oh no sarr (indian accent), it iz very pohsibble that your memory cahrd is foulty (faulty), not de phoone. That is aoll i can tell you. Now, take it and go (well he didnt say that last line but according to Russell Peters, that's how an Indian convincing you stuff; "take it and go")" So, i got mad but it's just something that stops me from bursting out. That something was what we call a transfer call line. Hell yeah! They keep on passing my call to like, 5 different lines! First, it was the careline, then the support unit, then the technical team, and then the careline again and then the technical team once again! I couldnt even blow my lid off. I mean, it will be weird if i'm to suddenly just explode in front of a new line where the 3 staffs havent hardly start any conversation with me. But in all, the call took an hour! And when the guy go "thank you, call again", i put down teh phone and i didnt get to yell at nobody. I was super friggin pissed off!! I stormed my way out of MacQ Centre with such evil thoughts like, i want to kidnap a 3 staff and put him in a SAW V like game where he have to answer 1000 phone complains or otherwise a bomb planted in his head will blow up.

But just as i was going up the escalator, i heard some rattling sound in front of me. It sounded like little beads dropping on the floor. Sure enough, it was little beads. It belonged to this old guy in front of me and all those beads came from his bracelet which snapped off coincidentally. To make things worse, his bracelet came off at the escalator, so yeah, all those beads are, for sure, scattered beyond taking - what's more with all the people using the escalator. So, me, in a bad mood just went off like everybody else. I mean, i doubt that old man will even bother to try fetch back all those little beads on the escalator so yeah, no use stopping. That was when i heard that loud shrill sound in my head again (yeah, i can hear it when i feel guilty or did something bad.. figuratively or literally? Well, you decide) and thoughts like, what if the bracelet belonged to the old man's children or someone's memento to him? I mean, i lost my wristband and i was upset about it, what's more a bracelet given by someone special perhaps?

That was when i doubled back and saw that the old man was trying to pick up those beads. The escalator was going up so all the beads are lined up in front of the edge of the escalator (i dunno if i'm making any effective imageries here) but with all the people taking off from the escalator, the old guy was having a hard time. So i gave the old guy a hand. And seriously, i dunno if Aussies are so freaking tall that they cant see me at the end of the escalator or they just ramming me for the fun of it. I mean, seriously, while i was trying to fetch those beads, all the other ppl pretended as if i wasnt there at all. But, while i was squatting down to fetch the beads (with some handbags slamming to my face) i realized something, the old man who was behind me gave me a lil pat on the head. Um.. i know it may not sound any special to you (or it may sound awkward to some) but my dad never pat my head so yeah, i love people touching my head (yeah, i'm weird, i know) and this guy is giving me a lil pat as if i am his son, doing something really really good for his dad. I dunno why but all those thoughts about being pissed off with 3 staff members and the people at MacQ centre just went off. It is as if the old man's hand sucked all those evil thoughts out of my brain when his hand touched my head.

Finally, i finished picking up all those beads and the old man was able to point at me and say "good" (I think he's somewhere from the Middle East so i doubt he can speak English) and i just smiled and went off. That explains him patting my head. I guess he couldnt come up with anything to thank me while i wasnt looking at him so a pat was the best he could do. True story; my whole body feels anger-free at that moment. It feels so fresh. I passed by a 3 outlet along the way out and all i can think of is "nah, maybe i dont need any phone upgrades just yet" and went off, skipping happily. It's weird but one thing for sure, it felt friggin good. And on my way back to uni, guess who called me but Muhammad!! (uh.. no, not that Muhammad (s.a.w).. it's just a Muslim friend of mine). I mean, seriously, that was totally out of nowhere and he invited me to an African cultural celebration next week. Seriously, what are the odds of me running to him and him remembering me, as well as him inviting me to his people's cultural celebration. So yeah, it was awesome. Oh, and he told me that he just got to where he is at that moment. And that made me think of all the random encounters i had today.

So yeah, all the randomness of today was actually flowing nicely and occured for a reason;
If i hadnt been to Macquarie Centre, i wouldnt have faced the dissapointment of 3's empty promises
If i hadnt faced the dissapointment of 3's empty promises again, i wouldnt have made my phone call to yell at some 3 staffs
If i hadnt made the phone call to yell at some 3 staffs, i wouldnt have get my phone call dragged for an hour
If i hadnt get my phone call dragged for an hour, i wouldnt have been at the escalator when the old man's bracelet snapped off.
If i hadnt been at the escalator when the old man's bracelet snapped off, i wouldnt have stopped and help the old man
If i hadnt stopped and help the old man, i wouldnt have been at that spot where i encountered Muhammad at that right time.
If i hadnt be on that spot right at that moment, i would never be meeting Muhammad.
If i hadnt met Muhammad, i would never get that invitation to that African cultural event!

So yeah, it all started out with me going to macQ centre for totally random reason; i want to ask about a phone upgrade though i know the answer wont be what i wanted. No, it started way back then that; maybe it started all the way when i decided not to skip Learning support and be at Cheryl's class, or otherwise i wont even be around MacQ uni and MacQ Centre. Or maybe the night before when i posted a blogpost about life's meaninglessness. Mayhaps, if i hadnt post that blogpost up, i would have never made this blogpost today? In any case, yeah, i think better stop here before it goes all the way back to 1989 when i was born. But obviously, it's funny how random occurence makes my faith on the purposeness of my existence grow stronger. Of course, it can be funny too how random events can make me feel worthless to live. But hey, it all started out of nothing at all. Out of randomness. So yeah, maybe life isnt so predictable, life is random, and random is good? =)

That was when God realized that He created the world too orderly, and thus, He said, ": Let there be randomness" - and so, it was good...
(Delaqroux Book of Quotes, 2007)

Fireworks

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Last night was Darling Harbor's 50th Anniversary and there was a firework display. That's pretty much sums everything up last night. Short and brief. The night, the whole event, the fireworks, perhaps life itself. I hate fireworks.

They take very long time to prepare up until it's ready for the main event and for each slightest mistake, their lifespan could just end up in worthless flames of sparks and color. Not to mention a loud bang. Loud yet brief. A loud "bang" yet its existence still remain unknown, gone as fast as the speed of sound. So, what if things take a good turn and they were well up until the main event? They will be in the middle of the stage, yet with the stagelight closed. They will still remain invisible to their eagerly-waiting audience from all walks of life, gathering at the same place for the very same objective; to witness the beauty of something none of them, possibly, know nothing of. And when the time of their life arrives, they were released from their original casket, beautiful, graceful like a butterfly flying away from her coccoon for the very first time. But their existence is short. At least butterflies are free to do what they desire in that precious few days of its lifespan. These performers, on the other hand, are just meant for one thing; perform. A dance gracefully choreographed in a variety of sensation of joy, yet leading to the same finale; dissapearance. Their performance lit the dim stage in the skies, as how they lit up the faces of those marvelling at their beauty below. And as soon as they did, thy dissapear, traceless, unknown to no one as their curtain of darkness shroud back their short stage of existence.

Fireworks. Short and brief. Like a life of a man. Pitiful.

Doki & Nobi: THERE SHE IS!!

Oh yeah, i realized that i have used the referrence of Doki & Nobi movie in my last blog post right? Actually, they're taken from a flash animation by Sambakza.net regarding a forbidden interspecies love between a cat and a bunny (i was thinking it should be dog and cats but meh..) So anyways, there's 5 episodes in all and the title of the whole series is "There She Is!!" (figured it might actually be Doki & Nobi but Sambakza wasnt actually planning to make a continuation to the first There She is!! installment- so the series are known with that title instead) and as the story progresses on, Doki & Nobi found out that their whole paradise start turning into hell as they were both being discriminated by the society. Doki believes that she's up for anything to love Nobi. But will Nobi feels the same way?

Well, what i have here is of course, property of Sambakza.net and that i owned no rights for the video. just intending to share it with you. This is the third episode for the There She is!! series: Step 3: Doki & Nobi. Be sure to check Sambakza.net or Youtube and watch from Step 1-5! Enjoy!

A Night to Woo: A Life for Who?

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And just last night, i was at this joint meeting between Coffee Club and OCF: " A night to Woo with Geoffrey Woo" (i still think someone who came up with the event's name might still be friggin proud with himself =__=) Anyways, Geoffrey Woo is a Christian singer who wrote and sing his own songs for churches, gatherings and OCF convention (He mentioned that he first wrote his song in the 1st OCF Convention back in 1979... dang.. how old is this guy??). Anyways, his song and his acoustic skill is awesome and yep, definitely a night to w... REMEMBER! Well, i got one of his song recorded inside my camera and i do feel like sharing it here. But i dont know if there'll be any copyright infringement later on. After all, Mr. Woo picked those songs out of his newly released album "Geogeny" so yeah, i do recommend it regardless if you're Christian/non-Christian looking for inspiration, a word of wisdom, spiritual reflection or just plain good music and lyrics.

Anyways, if you've been following my twitter feeds (TWEETER TWEETER TWEETER!!... sorry, it's so irresistable to do that), you'll found out that this brain of mine still works like a mean pink labour machine regardless of what passive state i desire to put it in. So yeah, there was this one point where Geoffrey Woo sang this song about Ayisha (i dunno who that girl is though) looking for love and how the song talks about how God already has someone waiting for her in the horizon... Ohkaaaaay... Well, i have no offence against the song or such beliefs but something that Mr. Woo said struck me a lil. He was telling us a story about his mom who got married with a non-Christian and the guy sorta 'converted' to Christianity. But at some point in their life, the guy chose to get married to another lady, ignore everything about Christianity's teaching about poligamy being forbidden, and just, well, get married to a second wife. So Woo told us how their life was complicated. And his moral of the story, if you're a girl who walks in the light (as in a Christian i suppose), find a guy who also walks in the light. Okay, it does make perfect sense but what about those guys in the dark? Woo gave a chuckle and said something like, unless you have some way to have one walking on the lightside and another on the darkside, then why bother putting your life in such complication. Wait, what??

Please, pardon me if i'm analyzing things wrong and yeah, i cant stop my head from thinking and the only purpose of me writing this blogpost down here, and perhaps my whole reason for living, is for one of the purpose of my living; to be enlightened. Thus, enlighten me =)

Well, somehow, i dont really agree with the whole two sides thing. Of course, the theory makes perfect sense, if you're a cat then find a cat as your mate, dont find a bunny (referrence to the Doki & Nobi movie)or you'll just looking for trouble. If you're under the light then find a guy who's also under the light - lesser the relationship stress. But, as a first hand experience here; what if YOU are the guy walking in the darkside? Specifically, yeah, yours truly. See, my ex was a Christian and i am a Muslim, but somehow, for some friggin reasons, we got in a relationship. Now let's say my ex was the one in the light and me, being non-Christian is the one not walking in the light. I thought it was a bad move to get in a relationship and i tried to say that to her so many times, that we should break up coz there's no future for us (i'm never on the idea of converting so yeah). But milady was a woman of great faith in God, she insisted that she believe everything exist for a reason and that God made her to meet me. And it's not all about religious conversion crap that we normally heard of in a relationships, it's just pure way of God teaching people how to love one another, regardless the difference or which side we are in. That's the point where if so such beliefs are true, than religion is such a beautiful thing. Make sense doesnt it? So, figuratively, i asked her if i should go to the light side for her then. And she answered that i may stay where i am. Regardless on which side we are walking on, we can always hold hands and be for each other.

Yeah, my ex says the sweetest things, i know. But time progresses on and the guy walking in the darkside let go off her hand and thus they were seperated. I figured that it might just be a good idea for her to find some other guy on her side, and me on mine. But i regretted every bit of that decision up until now. And if it's my religious belief tell me that it's the right thing to do, why is my concious tell me that it's not? So yeah, personal reflection here. What do you think about being someone walking in any particular side (i wont use which side is darker or brighter) and falling in love with someone on the other? Is that a curse or you digging your own grave pit, or do you take it as something that occur for a reason? Or are you the type of person who will grab the person you love to your side; while it may be a responsible thing to do with you being religious and all, but i kinda think it's a little selfish empathetically... or maybe it's not? What do you think?

Single, ready to mingle... but not really available?

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And yeah, it's currently 1.03am in Marsfield, New South Wales, Australia; temperature of 16 degrees (dang.. no wonder it's kinda warm tonight..) and i'm up and blogging..

Well, actually there's nothing much to blog about. There are actually but i dont think it's worth blogging about. Most of them are all about how i've been spending my time after the Easter break and hell yeah, i miss the break. While i do feel like i miss classes and meeting people and stuff, there's one thing about having holidays that allows you to just be yourself. And when Darkie says be himself, he meant the type in which do things that doesnt make sense at all (like walking 30 km to and around Sydney for example. lolz). Regardless, i am still having that sort of prob where i want to do all those shitty, crazy stuff but it's no fun doing it all by myself. Yep, 3 months in Aussie and still la comrade en nada. I mean, seriously, sleeping in Bondi Beach sounds like a fun plan but to actually endure approximately 6 hours of night without any company? That's enough to make me get myself a ball and call it John (I cant remember the name of the ball Tom Hank named in Cast Away so i'll just go with John). Well, of course, i endured a night in Melaka all by myself for almost 8 hours but another important thing is that the main reason for me to be pulling that crazy stunt off is to watch the sunrise (normally, ppl go with the saying that sunsets at the beach are awesome - i wanna see how sunrises at the beach looks like). And making my point here, watching the sunrise is just gonna make me think about Adam, Daryl, Annie and Amy when we watch our last sunrise in Genting last year. That's gonna be sucky coz it's like watching a big post-it note saying how alone i am.. So, before i get myself a company, Sleeping at Bondi will have to wait unfortunately... Sigh..

Oh yeah, now that we've talked about being alone, let's talk about me being single. I dare say that one of my reason for not being able to sleep is that i am thinking of someone of late. Yeah, she's miles and miles away from where i am at right now and recently, we talked with each other and old sweet memories just keep popping back. And for some strange reason, i'm getting this weird urge to just give her a call and tell her that i want to be her friggin boyfriend.. Haha. Yeah, randomness, i know but it's just this scary thought of me, seeing her again and she's engaged (Oh yeah, speaking of which, my ex is officially married... pfft...) been haunting me and...

gee... there's someone screaming outside right now... **takes a peek**

...and it's kind of like a scary thought; being single for life or having to submit to my grandma's arranged marriage plan.. yep, anything but those. Now before you start judging me, take your foot and shove it up your mouth; i'm not actually proposing to that so, no, it's just a random talk - nothing's for real (if it is, i'll update you on that). But anyways, i do admit i'm a guy with the stand where "i wanna have nice clean free fun at least in my life, and getting married can wait" and i have met alot of comrades standing with those position as well. But as time progresses, they got coupled and i'm the only one left with the nice, clean, free, single, one man army, fun. Get my point there? It's like, i have some buddies of mine who are single, claim to want to remain single, met some guy/girl and insisted that they're still want to remain single, and then, POOF! They got friggin married! I mean, seriously, scary thoughts... Brr...

Yet again, the thought of actually having a commitment is a.. meh.. (yeah, that's the best word for it; "meh"). I dont want to be alone forever and i dont want to be in a relationship. I'm not afraid of commitment and responsibilities, mind you. It's just that, i dont want to have either extremes. I just want to have freedom and i dont want to have it alone. Will it be possible to have a lady friend who's single and both of us agree to keep each other company and remain single until death do us part?

.....FLiptoric CLyptonic.. I guess soon a black TV-headed robot going to pop out of my head huh?

Crouching tiger, hidden blogger

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And yyyyeah, before i begin, let us take a short moment of silence in remembrance of May 1st where i bought my first blanket, like, WHOO!! Hell yep, i've been in Aussie for almost three months now and no matter how cold it gets for the other Malaysian, i still refuse to buy myself a blanket or a quilt. Well, no, i wasnt acting all showy about how cold-resistant my body is to everyone nor am i feeding any fetish for self torture (trust me, if there's one guy who love to run around outside only in a thin layer of a t-shirt and complain how cold it is but still refuse to get inside, it'll be Vimal. Fetish copyrighted.. not my thing). The thing is, firstly, i'm a cheapskate who thought "why do i need a 20 dollars blanket when i can wrap myself up in my already owned sweater- for free?". Second, i always on survey on the cheapest, yet most efficient blanket outthere. I caught one and it's called a thermal blanket so i was like, "oooh.. it;s blanket with a thermal.. fancy!" Yep, of course, it is fancy but the price tag is even fancier: 26 dollars! So yeah, that's one of the reason for me not getting a blanket too, i'm waiting for that thermal blanket to be on sale so i can get it for cheaper price. In case you're wondering if i ever got that thermal blanket, YES! I own a thermal blanket now! It was on a slight discount of 20 dollars so i bought it. Plus, one of the nights earlier, the temperature dropped all the way to 7 degrees and i figured, if this is the temperature during fall, what of winter? GET A BLANKET!

Oh and speaking of warming oneself up, i need to post a reminder to myself here to start darting around for sleeping bags. And why would i need one? Obviously to travel around! Yep, on the last Easter Break, i met this lady friend of mine, Enid (pronounced as "init"... so all this while it was "init" blyton??) during my wine and cheese tasting trip in Hunter Valley. So yeah, turned out that Enid have.. well... kind of a crazy head with all sorts of crazy ideas. To prove it off, out of the blue, she posted this one request to whoever's out there who would like to join her to WALK ALL THE WAY from macQ uni to Sydney.. Me, with what i call a walking gene inside my blood, answered to her summon and thus we walked. Hell yeah, it was fun! But back to where it comes about the sleeping bag, the walking trip to Sydney was nice, but i thought it will be more fun to actually walk even further than that (Yep, 30 km is not enough for me) but, with a little twist. Instead of putting all 30km of walking in a single day, why not i make it like a road trip? Minus the car. It's just me, my feet, my walking shoes, and my sleeping bag so i can crash in my own self made hotels in scenic spots around Sydney. That'll be awesome no? So yeah, i'm gonna get myself a sleeping bag, and to give it a trial run, imma going to spend a night in Bondi Beach/Manly Beach and watch the morning sun rising from the ocean line..

Well, if there're "motels" for people in motor vehicles on a road trip to crash in for the night, and, as how Adam believes it, "hotels" are a place for people to crash in for the night and bring hos with them, why cant there be "wotels" for people without a motor vehicle, but walking on a road trip instead to crash in for the night and not be able to afford hos to stay in hotels. Yeah, wotels.

So yeah, my last two week break was awesome. To sum it up; there's the Melbourne City trip, cruise n dolphin watching in Nelson Bay, sandboarding in the dunes of Birubi Beach, Tanasha's graduation and dinner, cheese and wine tasting in Hunter Valley, dinner and sushi at Tanasha's place, chestnut picking in Kookatonga, horse riding trip somewhere in Mt Irvine, Royal Easter Show in Sydney Olympic Park and 12 hours walk to and around Sydney city. And that's just for a two weeks break.Cant wait for the oncoming 2 months break and believe me, with that long of a period, i will do some serious travelling alright! Oh, and surprisngly, i thought i spent a whole lot of money for the whole two weeks of break but the last time i checked my account (a few days back), i am still up and running with around 2600 dollars in my account + 450 dollars with Alia, Risa and Tanasha. So yep, current target travelling destination for the next break: NZ and Brissy!!!!!

But now to hunt for a sleeping bag that i can afford.. sigh...