「 5:10 AM 」

Ok, so I'm back in Merlion land.. Hurhur.

With the haze, humidity, heavy traffic and shortage of taxis when you really need them, it is hard to forget you're back in Singapore. But hey, I'm not complaining..Well, not yet at least.

Ok, maybe I will.

My entire body is aching for some reason. My throat is scratchy and my nose feels runny. That probably means I might be falling ill very soon.

But other than that, it seems alright so far..

I'm elated to be back to where I know is home.

「 10:00 AM 」

I was wrong when I said I wont be receiving any sms wishing me a Happy Deepavali.

Because the friend of 14 years made a special effort to send me a text message saying just that.

Thanks hun. Thanks for making my day a tad more special with your personal touch.

I lub choo.

「 10:04 AM 」

OHMYGOD.

I just received a call from an Indian telemarketer from one of those Indian call centres. I have heard the worst things about these telemarketers. Did you know they undergo crash courses to perfect the American and Australian accent? Yes, they even learn the culture and names of food, just to randomly call people up and convince them to buy a thing or two over the phone.

I once watched the documentary on them..and boy, did I feel sorry for them. These Indians from India act like telemarketing is a career to die for and put in serious effort to master the different type of accents. They also use up their life savings just to enrol in the course, so as to get an opportunity to work for these call centres, as if it was such a prestigious job.

Anyways, I've heard heaps about them, but have never actually been personally called up by them...until today.

It was a nightmare and it took ALL of my self control to refrain from yelling at him to leave me alone and just hang up. The Indian dude however, had alot of fun, I'm sure..This is how it went..Be advised that it was a terribly looooooooooong conversation.

Indian dude (ID) : (In a super distinctive Indian accent): Hello Ma'am, your phone number has been pre selected to receive a brand new LG mobile phone along with 7 vouchers for you to stay for free in hotels anywhere in Australia.
Me: Err, okay..So, why am I being selected again?
ID: Oh, your number has been pre selected so you can enjoy a free mobile phone and vouchers.
Me: Yeah, but who selected me, and what is the catch to this? And I'm not the only one living in this house. I have housemates.
ID: (Laughing), Ok, can I get your name please?
Me: Okay, Rekha.
ID: How do I spell that?
Me: R as in Russia, E for England, K for Kuwait..H for Holland..A for Australia.
ID: Sorry Ma'am, What's after E? [I had a strong urge to say 'F' as in, for FUCK you know Mister, but I didn't because I'm well mannered, remember?] Yes, so instead, I say...
Me: K...for Kuwait.
ID: Sorry?
[By now, I was extremely exasperated]

Me: K for Kangaroo..you know, the animal that hops in Australia?
ID: Oh, Haha..yes..K ..okay okay. Ok, Miss Rek, what's your surname?
Me: My name is not Rek, its Rekha..
ID: Ohh..What is your full name? Rek and then?
Me: H for Holland, and then A for Australia.
ID: Oh, H..as in for House? and then?
[H for house? Is this guy for real?]

Me: A for Australia. Rekha.. Btw, Does it even matter to you that you get the correct name?
ID: Ohh, Rekha..Oh you're Indian. [And he gets so fucking excited that Im Indian, so he continues in a high pitched elated voice: You're Indian..so, which part of India are you from?]

Me: No, Im not from India.
ID: But you have an Indian name.
Me: Yes, I am Indian, but not from India.
ID: So, what are you doing in Australia?
Me: Sorry, you called me because??
ID: Oh, okay Rekha..tell me, do you have a mobile phone?

[What, now I sound like I just crawled out from under a rock to pick up your call is it? Who doesn't have a mobile nowadays? Even 9 year olds have handphones that they whip out during recess time to sms ok! And more chic than mine somemore..So,anyways..back to the conversation]

Me: Yes, I do
ID: Okay, so how much do you pay for bills every month?
Me (losing all interest in talking to him): Depends really.
ID: Yes, just give me a rough figure.
Me: $50
ID (Shocked as hell): Oh my god, Rekha..you spend alot every month..
Me: What's your point actually?
ID: Oh, you see....when you get our free mobile phone, all you have to do is just to top up $29 a month, and receive free incoming calls..and 7 vouchers for free hotel stays..
Me: Oh, I see..Thanks for that..But I am not interested in the offer.
ID: No, you see Rekha...before you say you're not interested,[errr, sorry hor, I ALREADY SAID IT], let me just tell you that its so much cheaper than what you're paying now..and you get a new phone..and vouchers. {clearly a dialogue he has memorised}
Me: Yes, I get that..but no, its okay..thank you. If there's any way I can get the free phone and do nothing about it, then I'll be interested.
ID [laughing cheekily]: Rekha, you're funny ah..but if you think about it, $29 a month is very little.
Me: Yes, it is..but I won't be around to enjoy it ok. I'm leaving the country soon.
ID: Oh, when are you leaving?
Me: Very soon.
ID: Oh, so you coming back to India is it?
[Which part of 'Im not from India' didn't he understand man?]

Me: No, I am not.
ID: Ohh..but you are Indian right?
Me: Ok, you know what..thanks for calling..I'm sorry Im not interested in the offer..But yeah, thanks anyway.
ID: Okay Rekha..maybe your housemates will be?
Me: No, they won't be ..Thank you.
ID: Can I speak to Ms Chew please? [that's actually my housemate, K]
Me: No, there's no such person.
ID: No, I have her name here and your address..When will she come home? When is a good time to call so I can speak to your housemates?
Me: Err, tomorrow morning.
ID: Okay, who do I look for?
[I was desperately trying to think of random english names to give him, so he'll just hang up..]

Me: Errrm..you can look for Gloria.
ID: I see, ok..Gloria ah? Okay, I'll call her tomorrow.
Me: Yeah, sure..OK then, Bye.
ID: Errm Rekha..so, when are you leaving Australia? Where are you going after that?

[At this point, I started to think the guy was going to ask me for my personal number or email, and then sooner or later, ask me to marry him. I mean, seriously..why in hell was he so interested about my plans?]

Me: I'm going home.
ID: Oh, just now you said you're not coming to India.
[By this time, I swear I wanted to wring that fella's neck and then set him on fire]

Me: Ok, you know what..thanks for calling okay, see you.
ID (laughing): It is so interesting that you have an Indian name. Why is that?
Me: I DON'T KNOW.
ID: Rekha..maybe, is it because your husband is Indian?
Me (in UTTER disbelief): You know something? I think enough is enough..I'm going to hang up now..Bye.
ID (laughing still): Okay Rekha..no need for personal details, dont worry..Nice talking to you..You have a good day..
Me: Yah okay, Bye.

[And then, he hangs up. Yes, like fina-fuckin-lly.]

My goodness, I cannot believe how harrased I felt during that 20minutes or so. Some people just don't get it you know. He obviously had zero ability to figure out when someone's losing their patience..and zero awareness to how much of rubbish he can talk.

So there you have it.

I have now been added to the list of 'traumatised victims' of Indian telemarketers.

What.a.nightmare.

「 2:40 AM 」

At 2.13am today, I received the call I've been anticipating for the past 21 days.

And today, I feel the sense of relief that I didn't feel yesterday.

And now, it makes perfect sense.

「 9:26 AM 」

Guess what?

The much dreaded MSC235 presentation is o.v.e.r

Oh boy, the relief..but somehow, it isn't settling in as well as I hoped it would. I'm not exactly feeling stress-free and gleeful at the moment, and I swear I'm supposed to be. Oh, maybe this is post trauma disorder. You see, for the past three weeks, this presentation seemed like only one thing to me. A feat.

A feat mainly because all of us only met for the first time today as a group..and that was just to present. All this while, my groupmates and I liaised through emails. Can you believe that? For three whole weeks, we were sending emails after emails..after emails, to talk about who does what..

And to think, we actually did manage to get our act together via email. Just in case you're wondering, I only met one of my groupmate today for the second time, just because he never did turn up for any tutorial since 7 weeks ago. So, yes..we arrived at tutorial, set up our powerpoint and gave our presentation and then talked among ourselves as if we've become best friends since we embarked on this group assignment together..Pffft..[It was an act to make the tutor believe that we did indeed do it together, instead of doing it singlehandedly, and then compiliing it as a whole presentation, because that's one of the criterias; group effort].

But who cares? Because, ultimately..the presentation went okay, or so we'll like to delude ourselves..

I must say I'm so glad it's over..in fact, I feel like doing a little dance..maybe I shall..a chicken dance or something..

Anyways, as soon as I got home, I signed in on MSN to talk to the bestie flen..and here's an excerpt from our conversation:

I need a talisman. says:
i is in-du ren.
I need a talisman. says:
you is?
spuid spuid... says:
hua ren ah
spuid spuid... says:
why u ask?
I need a talisman. says:
hen hao.
I need a talisman. says:
i mean, vanakkam.
spuid spuid... says:
-_-"
spuid spuid... says:
i am mangen
I need a talisman. says:
WAHAHAHAHAHA.
spuid spuid... says:
u r kadepoo?
spuid spuid... says:
heheheee
I need a talisman. says:
WHY YOU SO CLEVER ?!!
spuid spuid... says:
wahhahhaa
I need a talisman. says:
vat is kadepoo?
spuid spuid... says:
last time my captain teach me one
spuid spuid... says:
erm...he sae it's black leh
spuid spuid... says:
i dunnoe the spelling la
I need a talisman. says:
karuppu lah.
spuid spuid... says:
ooo
spuid spuid... says:
karuppu
I need a talisman. says:
eh, you calls me the karuppu, my yellow flen?
spuid spuid... says:
i used to call him karuppu pandi
I need a talisman. says:
gdness..you yerrow ppl so rude!!
spuid spuid... says:
n he calls me pandi kuti
spuid spuid... says:
or sumthing like tht
spuid spuid... says:
hahahaha
I need a talisman. says:
hohoho..
I need a talisman. says:
im gng to blog abt this.

Note: karuppu pandi = black pig
pandi kuti= piglet.

As you can see, the squid is a looney tart. No, not like pineapple tart..but just a kind of tart..

Well...MY kind of tart.

「 3:55 AM 」

Deepavali is just days away, and instead of basking in the festive occasion with family, I am stuck here in a land far away from home.

Its interesting to note that out of the three years that I've been here, I have always somehow made it home just in time for Deepavali. But not this year.

This year, I have no choice but to spend it alone, which means:

• I cannot light up those little tea light candles and line them up on my window sill.
• I cannot savour spicy, home cooked Indian dishes.
• I cannot receive any calls/messages wishing me a Happy Deepavali.
• I cannot call on anyone physically.
• I cannot enjoy the warm, fuzzy feeling that Deepavali brings.
  

I'm bummed that I couldn't shop at Little India, amidst the hustle and bustle. Or walk aimlessly around Mustafa for hours. Or just enjoy the bright, colourful lights along the stretch of Little India.

Most importantly, I cannot lie in bed, while my mum is doing funny Indian prayers and hear her yell at us to get out of bed on Deepavali day itself.

Each year, without fail, my mum yells at my brother and I to get up and take a shower, only for us to lazily drag ourselves out of bed and plonk ourselves next to each other on the couch, switch on the TV, and mock every single Indian artiste on those Deepavali variety shows. We will then sit there in our sleeping clothes, while my mum does all the necessary prayers, cooks a fantastic meal, nag somemore..and then proceeds to serve us lunch, once she realises we're both incorrigible.

The rest of the day is spent watching mindless programmes and eating more Indian goodies. If we feel like it, we might go visit a few relatives. If not, the 3 of us are extremely comfortable and happy to just sit there and discuss current affairs, political issues and diss Indian myths/superstitions.

And that is the reason why I never invite friends over..because the way we spend Deepavali may sound like just any ordinary day to you, but to us...there's something special about it that I am unable to explain. And also, because I am just lazy to entertain guests..

I'm disappointed I'm missing out on Deepavali this year. I'm disappointed I can't enjoy the one day that I really embrace the Indian culture and traditions. I'm disappointed I cannot experience the warmth and nostalgia of being with family.

Yes, I am Indian afterall, you know.

「 12:35 PM 」

Inconsiderate housemates part 2.

Last night, I decided to sleep earlier than usual. So, I crept onto my bed and shut my eyes, like most people do right, when they're trying to get to sleep. Ok, so..as I start settling in to drift into deep slumber, I heard a loud cackle of a laughter. Who was it? E, who else?

She behaves like she lives all by herself in this house. So, she laughs out louder than a hyena..and sounds like one too btw. I then, take a deep breath and turn to my side to sleep.

Three minutes passed when I heard more laughter..this time, by A and E...Both obviously sharing a bloody funny joke or remark. I grew impatient and flustered, because I was truly tired and really needed to rest. I turned over to the other side and tried my best to drown out their laughter.

All was quiet for maybe 8 minutes. Suddenly, I hear loud jabbering in Mandarin.

Who was it? K and the non paying resident of my house who btw is K's best friend She is terribly loud, extremely annoying, perfectly irrelevant and completely disliked by me.

So, K and her were discussing something at 12am in Mandarin, with several 'Oh..zhen de meh?' 'Yah lor..wo ye si', 'Aiyoh, ke yi meh?' and other jibberish.

It must have been something crucial, because it obviously couldn't wait till this morning to discuss what..BAH.

So, they went on & on..and the clock was ticking away, but I wasn't getting to sleep..Soon, it was doubled with laughter from A and E..and more rambling from K and Ms non-paying tenant.

I was helpless. Seriously.

So, I did what any sane person would have done, or so I'll like to think. I shoved my earphones in my ears and switched on my ipod. I chose a calm song and put it on repeat mode..thinking that would help me put me to sleep..but little did I know that my mind only got more active after this, because I was trying to sing along to the song.

So, soon..I got the idea and changed the song..But it was no use as I was still trying to sing to it.

So, I stopped it..because I told myself, I was going to sleep no matter how much noise they make. But the noise only became too much for me to handle.

So, I got up and marched to my door, cuz I had a good mind to fling open my door, ala terminator style and then go up to them and yell a 'Eh, KNN..I'm trying to sleep lah...can bloody hell talk and laugh tomorrow morning or not?' and then storm off and slam the door in their faces, while they look on in utter shock and fear..

Or maybe, march up to them and scold them in Tamil..while, in the process, scolding their mothers and fathers..

BUT...

BUT..

BUT..

I didn't do either..sorry to disappoint any of you who thinks I should have..

Firstly, because I'm a nice, patient, sweet girl.

Secondly, because I only know very little Tamil and also because my mummy has taught me not to scold other people's parents. Hurhur.

You see, I've always been gracious..and I've become even more refined now.. ever since TheBoy taught me the true meaning to patience, composure and calmness. So, what I did was grumble to myself and asked out aloud where God was when I needed him the most.

And then, heaving out a loud sigh and resigning to fate, I turned on my ipod again.

Next thing I knew, my alarm was ringing in my ears. Lo and behold, it was morning! I had managed to actually get to sleep. How proud I am of myself.

Of course, I reached over to my beloved ipod to check it's condition, to see how it survived the rough night.

Well, it only showed me one indication.

The battery was terribly low.

「 8:11 PM 」

My oh my.

The federal government is finally afraid that Australians may soon, not have a job anymore. Which means that Australia will no longer be a multi racial country, but a completely Chinese or Vietnamese country, or at least I think.

The government suggests Australians 'get off their backsides' and go get a job, if they dont want the country to be taken over by foreign talent.

Now, presumably the problem is that Australians aren't skilled enough, which explains why it will cost you your entire life savings to pay for a broken light socket or a broken washing machine door. Skilled workers everywhere are always valuable but in Perth, they're terribly scarce.

Ok, see..I have now told you who makes the most money..and if you ever intend to migrate..I recommend you learn to be a plumber/electrician/mechanic/gardener. That way, you'll lead a blissful life in Perth.

OK, back to the point. The labour government insists that the federal government is to be blamed for Australians' lack of skills because they haven't been training them well and also cuz the government is interested in importing cheap labour from overseas. So get this: Labour is now suggesting that jobs should be advertised in Australia first, before offering them overseas. I say: Pffft to that.

Let's face it. Australians People just hate to work.

And if your government gives you a good sum of money every month just because of your citizenship status, despite you being jobless or not contributing at all to the economy/society/community..

I say...you're damn lucky..

SO, WHY FIND A JOB?

「 7:37 AM 」

For approximately 3 years now, many a times, I have bought the wrong size/colour/scent/flavour of many things, here in Perth. For those of you who didn't know, there's a policy in Australia which allows you to exchange your purchased items for something else in the store or to even get a full refund on your purchased item. Because of this, shopping is less stressful here.

Best thing is: you get about 14-30 days to change your mind. And they don't ask you the reason for returning.

Try looking for a single store in Singapore who would do this for you. I would, but only if I wanted to be greeted with a frown, loud nagging and salespeople bitching in Mandarin about you to a fellow colleague and calling you nasty stuff that I won't even bother to list here.

So, anyway..I was shopping for underwear today. You see, I love priddy underwear..ok, so point is: there was a huge ass sale for women's underwear today (pun unintended)..and I selected a few and paid for it.

Once I got out of the store, I checked the receipt and found out that I was overcharged $5 for one item. So, naturally I went to join the queue once again to ask the cashier about it, who told me that I had to enquire about it at the 'Customer Service' counter. So, I went to queue there as well..and finally, got to the customer service person.

Me: Hi, see..I just bought these, and I realise I was overcharged by $5 for this. And I'm sure this is not the price printed on the rack.
She: Oh..okay, lemme just check. (Starts dialling some number and repeating what I said and reading out the barcode number of the item)

A lot of blah blahs later.....

She: Okay, I've checked..see, that price tag that you were talking about is for a virtual bra..not this one..
Me: *Dumbfounded* Why would I buy some virtual bra? What's that anyway? I was suddenly thinking of a metallic silver, pointy hardshell bra. Or maybe a bra that has a button by the side, that emits cool air when pressed, so your armpits would always be cool and airy..or maybe a virtual bra is one that has a detector attached to it, which allows you to detect other virtual bra users. Once you've spotted one another, you all can become good friends and sit down to chat about your very high tech virtual bra, that not everyone has. Eh, so special and cool HOR.

Ok, see..I have random thoughts at random times..SO ANYWAY, I then say..

Me: Err, no..I'm really quite sure that wasnt the aisle where I got this from.
She: Oh..ok, let me check again. (Starts dialling again..and then repeats what I said again)
Me: Interrupting her, Well..if you want me to point it out, I can..
She: Okay, yeah..sorry for being a pain, but yeah..could you go point it out? There's a girl waiting for you there.

I then start walking towards the rack.
I then spot the girl & showed her the sign..She immediately took it down & went to the customer service person and told her I was right.
She then prints out receipts, and does a lot of other cash register related stuff..and then hands me a receipt and asks me to sign it and gave me back $5.

Me: Well, thanks for that.
She: Yeah, sorry for all that running around..
Me: No, that's fine..you have a good one..see ya.

You see, the point to this story is: Always insist you are right..even if you're wrong..because you never know when you'll really be right..or when you could be wrong, but able to convince people that you're right..or be right, but let others talk you into believing you're wrong..or maybe..be wrong and believing you're wrong, thus not giving yourself a chance to try to realise that you might be right..or just being wrong, but never wanting to think that you could be wrong, hence thinking you will always be right.

Are you confused enough?

Hurhur.

「 6:15 AM 」

I skipped lecture today, because:

• I was too comfortable in my pyjamas, and didn't want to change out of it.
• I convinced myself that a guest lecturer wouldn't provide much information pertaining to the text or actual topic of the week.
• I can study for the test tomorrow, without interruptions.
• I can have a whole afternoon to myself, pretending I didn't have to be anywhere important.
• I can watch Oprah.
• I wasn't in the mood to write notes.
• I haven't skipped a single lecture or tutorial since the term began.
• I just wanted to do something out of my routine.
  

Now, don't for a minute think that the real reason I didn't attend lecture was laziness. I assure you it isn't.

It is in fact, pure laziness... And I'm enjoying every bit of it.

「 8:12 AM 」

Each day, I marvel at how inconsiderate and ridiculous my housemates can be. I'm sure you'll like to know what living with a bunch of people can be like. So, I shall let you in on the nitty gritty of this new place that I'm living in, with 3 other Singaporeans, and 2 Malaysians. They're all Chinese, in case you're wondering, which automatically means that they all speak Mandarin amongst themselves and of course Cantonese as well.

Ok..so, lemme start.

A, 19 is Malaysian : I call her, The Juvenile.

She is 19, extremely juvenile, but cooks like a chef. She has been nicknamed 'Gorilla' by another housemate, called Ad. He named her that mostly because he thinks she walks like a gorilla and behaves like one..That's his opinion. My opinion is that she's childish. Why?

Example 1: Ad is changing the light bulb, balancing himself on two chairs...and A walks past and says loudly: Eh, fall fall fall! and then proceeds to laugh very loudly.

Example 2: We are all playing dai dee, and she goes over to another housemate and says: HAHA, you sure lose wan, and then laughs like there's no tomorrow.

Example 3: I'm innocently cooking my meal (which is like beehoon and vege or smth)..and she comes up to me, being the chef that she is,and says to me: Waaah, smells so nice..what you cooking? NEVER cook for me ! [BTW, she does this EVERY SINGLE time I cook..It's almost like a standard dialogue that someone has PAID her to say to me or something. Serious.

Example 4: K, another housemate once said to her casually that her dishes were unwashed, to which A yelled at her: Wahlao, It's not mine. I didn't use that pot. I only used the other one blah blah blah...and continued yelling for another 5 minutes. Yes, really.

Example 5: Okay, I can't think of any at the moment..but yeah, you get the idea.

Ok, let's move on to E..who is best friends with A.

E is 20 and Singaporean. I call her, The Eccentric.

A typical stereotype of a JC student who just spends her time reading comics, anime and storybooks and is still living in her own fairy tale world. Oh, she also religiously watches anime and manga too. Ok, so E is really lucky because A cooks for every day. Yes, you read it right.

A cooks every meal for E, including breakfast although its just buttered toast. Ok, so all E has to do is to wash up. And btw, A doesn't cook meals like we normal students do. We cook rice with vege and a meat dish or maybe instant noodles with crabmeat and an egg. Yes, that's what we eat for dinner. But A, on the other hand prepares szechuan chicken with rice and tom yam soup from scratch. Or maybe chicken curry. Or herbal chicken soup. Or maybe Mee Siam..and sometimes, even Chicken rice..FROM SCRATCH ok..So, seriously..tell me how terribly lucky E is to be so well EVERYDAY. But of course, this also means that they spend all their pocket money on just groceries..but hey, that's what makes them happy.

Okay, more about E by herself. She's loud, and eccentric. You see, our rooms are really close, so I hear most of whats going on in her room..And E has a habit of talking to herself..yes, and she doesn't bother to deny it or keep it discreet. So, when she watches manga, she erupts into this sudden loud laughter, scaring the hell out of me and passes comments at the show. She also responds loudly when she's on MSN with someone. Like, if someone says something unbelievable..she'll exclaim loudly: Waaaaaaaaah, Really ah? Oh my God..

Yes, she does that.

And when she gets really annoyed or stressed from studying..she'll once again proclaim a loud: Aiyah, dont understand lah..how how how...I hope this doesnt come out on the test!

So, you see my friends...this is what I deal with everyday..and btw, E and A stay up till 6am everyday. They go to bed at 6 am, get up at 9 for their classes and then come back at 3 or 4 and sleep in till about 7 or 8. That is how screwed their biological clock is. So, when E yells and shouts or just talks to herself loudly, it is usually between 1-3am, when I am trying to get to bed. So, she startles me every other day..and I have trouble having uninterrupted sleep. And also, she blasts her music till 4am..which also disturbs my sleep.

And E sleeps like a log. She has 6 alarm clocks, and doesn't wake up to any of them. And the best part is, from my room..I can hear all her alarm clocks so well..So, with no choice, I wake up..drag myself out of bed, get to her door and then bang on it to let her know it's time to wake up..because that's the only way she'll respond..if i bang on her door.

So, by now..you would have figured that its been months since I slept well.

Ok, so lets move on to the next housemate...
R, 24 and Singaporean.

I call him, The Phantom..because he is hardly around.

He is as quiet as a mouse, is hardly around and doesn't talk much. He occupies himself with computer games and online stuff, which he does in school. So, he comes home at a standard time of 1am every single night. He goes to bed then, gets up in the morning for school...and the cylce repeats. I think I've spoken a total of 7 words to him ever since I moved in..

Next is: Ad.
Ad, 25 and Singaporean.

I call him, The Lifer.

Ad was my gd friend even before we became housemates. He's really down to earth, a complete slacker..and a party animal. All he ever does is smoke excessively, drink excessively and go clubbing excessively. Other than that, we just bitch and talk alot of rubbish when we're together.

And lastly, we have K. I saved the best for the last. No one else can be like her. You'll see why soon.

K, 21 and Malaysian.

I call her, The Ridiculous Nag.

K's in charge of this house. She ensures that we pay the rent on time. She ensures that we keep the house clean, and she is ANAL about saving money. I mean, she's Malaysian what.

So, she is always reminding us not to leave the lights on in our rooms if we're out in the living room (which she is guilty of, so I don;t know what the hell she's talking about)..and not to shower for too long necause the water bill will go up..and to take out the trash and indirectly implies that we should die from the cold, because using the heater would cause the electricity bill to sky rocket.

Ok, she thinks she's boss. But I dont think so. I mean, she can be in charge of the house, but I'm sorry, she isn't in charge of me. So, we have plenty of sacarsm shared between us..to which I'll always tell her off..When I first moved in, she didn't know anything about me, so she tried to push it..she played up on her authority and tried to see if I would play by her rules. I gave her one chance and did as she said. She then tried it again the second time..by which I knew she was trying to take advantage of my niceness...so, I told her off..Since then , she's been extra polite and always saying sorry when I raise an issue with her.

Ok, but still..she's just...well, you see..I never call anyone stupid..because no one really is...but but..but..well, yeah..you get the idea.
And the worst thing is, she thinks she makes the most sense in everything that she says..

She says the MOST redundant things, and then beams like she's said something that noone could have ever thought of. I cringe at the things she says..and sometimes, I lock my door and cry in shame for her. I mean, seriously...she spews utter rubbish..There are several examples, but I won't write it down because it wouldn't produce the same effect in words..Some stories must be told with action..and K's stories are all like that.

So, anyway...she pisses me off with the world's dumbest things that she says..and then the following day, she brings me something nice from her workplace to eat. So, in that way..she's really quite weird.

Now, suddenly my mind is a complete blank..I cannot remember her antics anymore..DAMN. But you get the picture, really..She's completely weird and anal..and extremely ridiculous.

So, there you have it.

My housemates. They each take turns to drive me up the wall day and night..I can't believe that I haven't actually blown my top at anyone of them. I have been ridiculously patient..but I guess, its because I know that this is only for awhile more..

All I ask is for:

• just one day of uninterrupted rest
• less or NO banging on other peoples' doors, thus frightening me
• no music being blasted at ungodly hours.
• no alarm clocks ringing in my ears when it's not time for me to wake up
• and for K to just quit telling me more and more rubbish each day.

And I know I can never get any of that ever...so, I'm just counting down to the day I leave. Until then, I hope I remain sane.

Yes, so...Now, do you agree with me that my housemates put the letter 'I' in the word 'Inconsiderate'?

「 9:42 AM 」

Edited*

Have you ever liked someone so much and thought you shared alot in common with them, that your heart breaks when they become a completely different person?

Well, I have.

And despite my broken heart, my spirit will never be broken.

So, as of today..I've decided to sever all ties with this person and instead enrich my life further, without her in it.

All this while, I was upset because not only did I want her, I wanted her to want me.

But now, even I don't want her..and I mean that, because I have never before met anyone as false and pretencious like her.

She is not only a backstabber, but a liar too. She claims she hates someone, but is best friends with that person on the sly, thinking I'll never find out.

She claims to care but does absolutely nothing to prove it.

She pretended to be my soulmate, my friend, but in fact..just made use of me and my sincerity.

To think that for 3 whole years, I had let my guard down on her, confiding in her about everything, thinking she was the perfect friend and wouldn't ever judge me nor forget me.

Each time there was a misunderstanding, I had to be the first to apologise. And I didn't mind doing it, because she meant that much to me. Now, she's long forgotten my existence, and seems blissful with this other person, who by the way, she used to hate the guts of.

So, now I'm wondering..what exactly is this new person offering her that I didn't?

Aaaaah yes, I know now. She must be feeding her with lies and pretence, something I would have never given her. No wonder, she feels at home with this new person.

It amazes me how people can be so heartless. It's sad because I liked her as I thought she had character. I also thought no one could be more genuine and real than her. But now, I think otherwise. She has the lowest self esteem and lowest level of appreciation for others.

She does not even have a soul, if you ask me..because anyone who does, would not do the things she is doing.

I am terribly disgusted with her and myself for even believing her and trusting her.

I can't accept it that I couldn't actually see through her from the beginning. It pains me to realise that what I believed in before, is no longer a tiny bit true.

I honestly do feel like sticking sharp needles in her body, just to see if it would even hurt, just to see if she would actually bleed.

I also feel like vomitting each time I think of her.

But I also understand that any emotion on my part is completely useless for someone as worthless as her.

Therefore, I'm done moping around feeling dejected.

So, everyone say a HUGE congrats to me..for picking myself up & understanding that my life is worth so much more than any part of her.

From now on, I will focus on elevating and fulfilling my life, without even a semblance of her in it.

Amen.

「 8:03 AM 」

Being in Perth on this very day, it is difficult not to be sucked into the footy fever. I never had much interest in Australian footy and never will either. However, today..with the grand finals between Sydney Swans, and Perth's homegrown West Coast Eagles, I have to admit that even I, was a tad excited.

After an entire week of every single Australian person telling me how good the Eagles are, and how badly they want them to win, I decided that today..I shall plonk myself on my bed and actually watch the game.. And I did.

I wasn't rooting for anyone in particular, although secretly, I did want the Eagles to win. The game was bloody thrilling and nerve wrecking at the same time. The score finally came down to 84 to 78 in the last 4 minutes. Imagine the pressure and anxiety!

In the last two minutes, the score became 85-84. The Eagles were leading by a mere point and there were TWO WHOLE crucial minutes left to the game. I didnt even realise it, but I was actually gripping the sides of my bed and I think I stopped inhaling for a full two minutes.

Finally, just before one more kick, the whistle was blown, which marked the end of the game. And....the Eagles had won!

A sudden surge of excitement, thrill and pride overwhelmed me..although Im not sure why. Im not even Australian. I don't like Perth that much or footy either.. So, why did I feel exhilarated at the result?

Can't actually answer all those questions..but I guess, it could be because, sub consciously, I have grown accustomed to this country, its people and its lifestyle.

Now, Im suddenly wondering if I'll be happier when I return to Singapore or not.

Oh well..since that's bound to happen one day, real soon.. I guess, for now.. I'll just enjoy my time here abit more..

And suddenly, now I'm thinking what my return to xin jia po has in store for me.

Hmmm........