The Caffeine Junkie and Her Escapades
“Let us hear the conclusion of the whole matter: Fear God, and keep his commandments: for this is the whole duty of man.” Ecc 12:13Archive for September, 2006
Episode 158: and you know you don’t want to type your essays when…
when you prattle on your laptop churning out words, but on wordpress and not microsoft word. but anyway…since i’ve no pressing deadlines, i shall muse on this song which has been playing in me brain
When I was twenty-one It was a very good year It was a very good year for city girls Who lived up the stair With all that perfumed hair And it came undone When I was twenty-one
yeah..when I am (not was..at least not for 7 months and 25 days) 21, it really is a very good year.. even hair coming undone…from the roots that is, but still! 
city living is really nice, i even enjoy sleeping on the sofa bed in the hall occassionally, just because I can see the spindly arts centre being lighted up, and seeing skyscrapers with the words “westpac” “ANZ bank” etc as your last conscious image, makes me feel all grown up and shopistic-cough-ated.
so here’s a view from my window at night…
and this is it at sunset…
and this is the commonwealth bank where i can see the reflections of the clouds on its glassy windows..
beautiful doncha think?
and i love the ability to cook for myself, to eat whatever I want, whenever I want..whcih means, flapjacks for dinner and museli for lunch etcetra… and a peek at my yummy flapjack sitting in its cutesy pan..
not forgetting the other processed foods which are within yelling distance..
but no matter what, i still will miss my family, valleygorgeousgeobus+lulu and the vcf peeps back home..and so here are the airport parting shots
cuz home, is really where the heart is.
but my heart is also totally with Jesus, cuz i know i am truly loved by Him…little ones to Him belong, they are weak but He is strong!! Yes, Jesus loves me, for the Bible tells me so!
and for funny’s sake…this poster had me standing at the Crown Casino laughing my head off…i guess her heart won’t be totally eclipsed anymore..consdering that it’s off with her head! by a lightsabre, no less…
meanwhile i shall entertain myself with princessstarrybright and superman! my happymeal friends! can you believe they give My little Pony for Happymeals? I am happy already just thinking about it!
so here’s to an even better 13 weeks left here, in the pretty city of Melbourne! When I was 21, it was a very good year.
Epiosde 157: my best friend forgot how i looked like
and so some words will reconstruct my facial features and nasal voice squeaking out “haNkuna matata”. heehee *hugs to timon*
anyway, i do not know who i really am either.
one thing I know is that I’m maturing………into a 40 year old man! i am balding and growing fat. altho my crowning glory still looks like its namesake, i think Donald Trump is going to stare back at me when I look into the mirror soon.. eeugh. and i am growing fat! it is so irritating that i dont put on weight in winter but in spring! how disgusting is that? i am hungry every 2 hours, that is 120 minutes, ie, 7200 seconds, and 5 of them just passed. snugglewuggle with my nutella jar ain’t too good a deal i guess. pwarf.
i’ve also taken on another identity, my new name is Andrew. today, for the 4th time, (and from 4 different landlines to boot), someone called my handphone at 8.30pm asking for Andrew. and all 4 occassions were at the same time.
so there, i am now a 40 yr old baldy with love handles and called Andrew, a guy who gets picked up by both sexes at 8.30pm. yowza! big hottie i must say!
heehee.
S came for a couple of days and I don’t think I’ve shopped so much in 4 days and eaten so much mars bar cake (descript from base: 6 cm in height in total. 1cm of moist choclatesponge cake. 3cm of ultra creamy choclate moouse. 0.5 cm of moist chocolate sponge cake. 1 cm of gooey caramel. 0.5cm of dark chocolate ganache and chocolate curls. with a raidius of about 10cm. coupled with ice-cream, whipped cream, chocolate sauce and cocoa dustings. and all, tog with a capuccino pulled by a uber-cute barrisata, for $4.90. Is life good, or what?) and Baiely’s cheesecake (even yummier than the mars bar cake. couldnt taste the alchohol tho! bummeridooo)
I was so tired from shopping and eating (bwahahaha) and sleeping like 5 hours a night that on sunday night, i slept for 16 hours. And so the first day of my vacation went by, by sleeping. And then on tues and wed i watch two seasons of the dvds….
and so now, we’re at thurs, where i am faced with 4500 words to write by tues 6am so that I can catch my flight to tasmania. But seriously, it is all S/U. so..whattheheck! *throws caution to the wind* *twirls hair* *alot of hair drops to the floor* *gets depressed* *reaches for a dark chocolate-truffle temptation TimTam* all is well with the world. cue: faires and butterflies and pink dolphins and rainbows. One Mariah Carey MTV coming right up! Emancipate me, Mimi!
and now a quote from the book i is reading…about Time, no less…ok, more specifically, a watch
I give you the mausolem of all hope and desire; it’s rahter excruciatingly apt that you will use it to gain the reducto aburdum of all human expereince which can fit your individual needs no better than it fitted his or his father’s. I give it to you not that you may remember time, but that you might forget it now and then for a moment and not spend all your breath trying to conquer it, Becuase no battle is ever won, he said. They are not even fought. The field only reveals to man his own folly and despair, and victory is an illusion of philosophers and fools. (Faulkner, the sound and the fury)
see, why do essays? sheesh! off to watch more dvds!
and r, just in case you still can’t reconstruct my face, here’s us at the good ol’ central-library-singapore-malaysia-collection last semester
ah, what babes we are
and in case you forgot, you still owe me one..cuz…
and i’ll go get his number from his parents so you can do the real thing..
ok and one more for posteRITy’s sake (man, i am pun-ny!)
teeheehee
Episode 156: material absence
i went to the National Gallery Victoria (NGV) – Australia yesterday for a fieldtrip for landscape&visualculture and it was awesome. ok i didn’t really understand most of the joseph brown colection cuz i dont have a ‘national’ consciousness to the area, but the whole feeling was greaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat cuz i was wearing a cute outfit. HAHAHA. but seriousy, it was a beautiful day, and after going through the exhibit we sat on a bench outside and just discussed art and the various representations of nationalism through landscapes. and the lecturer, once again, is hot. *giggles*
then i decided to explore the NGV further after class, and came to this exhibit where the aritst commented that (in paraphrase) the hole of the ring, in its material absence, has a concrete presence. amazing stuff, don’t you think?
that, coupled with the talk at one of the christian meetings on a girl’s identity in Christ (and in relation to the male species), was really thought-provoking. all i rememebred from the talk was the lady (a person with tonnes of spunk! i like!) was for us not to be TVs, Tower Virgins who set up such and such criteria for guys and only roll down our hair like Rapunzel to wait for them to attempt to climb up. Since my hair is so short, i am surely going to get a neck ache.
“rapunzel, rapunzel, let down your hair!” “not by the hairs of my chimmeychinchin” (ok, screwed up fairytales..but yah..)
then went for Nutella and Honeycomb gelati with X and X at lygon st from 10.30-11.45, and hopped on a tram back. this is what i love about SEP, the freedom to do things till late without having to report to parents about my whereabouts. it feels good to be not anal retentive about time, when friends ask to go and drink hot chocolate or just laze and talk, i can go at the drop of a hat and not think about assignments.
and in times of difficulty, to know that God hears my prayers, and that He is true to His word in not sending me more than I can bear, giving me this new place right in the smack of the city, with a splendid view, and just to know that He loves me makes me happy already. And also the emails from friends and family back home, or MSN, makes me smile and feel warm and fuzzy too. don’t you think ‘home’ is such a comforting word?
and yet because of the ‘run-in’ i had with previous housemate, i do alot of double-think and self-censoring now. and it gets qutie frustrating to have to think “is this being selfish? am i not sharing? am i wasting my parents money” again and again at my new house. I really hope i don’t step on any toes and that i’d be a pleasant person to stay with. sigh. so difficult. *whimpers*
but, yay to a new place, and new beginnings.
O LORD, by your hand save me from such men,
from men of this world whose reward is in this life.
You still the hunger of those you cherish;
their sons have plenty,
and they store up wealth for their children.
And I—in righteousness I will see your face;
when I awake, I will be satisfied with seeing your likeness.
Ps 17: 14-15
