Sitting on the freezing floor in a freezing house with freezing winds blowing up and down the hall. It was only two days ago when the sweltering heat was on par with it's singaporean counterpart.
Three words. Welcome to Melbourne.
Amidst rows of quaint suburban housing between myriads of most colouful flowers and fruit trees, melbourne weather is really one heckuva fickle character. Temperatures here fluctuate like the incessant waves that pound the dockland shores, easily changing with the equally fickle breeze, faster than you can say ' i don't like marcus anymore'. HI SHU! :D
Nothing much to do out here other than shop. Still pretty much a academic and business state with its major attraction for migrants being mainly Melbourne University. Nonetheless walking along the streets of the peripheral city was interesting in its own way. A good number of old victorian architecture never fails to make us tourists look on with awe while back at home we would never give a second look at our similarly victorian parliment buildings, schools, halls etc etc etc.
Sushi conveyor belts just move a tad too slowly for my liking. Considering there was a larger array of plate colours than there was food, i had to often snap myself out of staring at the moving blurs of colour with the anticipation of a five year old splashed across my face. I hope no one noticed it though. But i mean, who wouldnt want to grab the soft shell crab sushi the moment it comes out. Besides im an 'A' level student. We are a deprived bunch.
I learnt a lesson yesterday and that is that eating too much is not very condusive for studying. But i shall cut the pretense that im even trying. Studying is getting really retarded at this stage. All that unconsequencial geog nonsense is no great bounty anyway considering how our examiners just love giving us such interesting and exotic questions.
Letters to Melbourne & King's College:
Hi sims family! We are so not carrying toilet paper for you! I would love to unfetter you guys from your toilet paper rations, and on the account that you're providing us lodging! But im certain you don't want us to be held in custody at the airport immigration office for possesion of suspicious articles. What if they think im a hiding coccaine in there or trafficking money or whatever fancy those customs officers have. I buy you toilet paper in Aust, how bout that. Christmas present. I'ld wrap it too. What coloured bow would you like? Make that satin bows as a bonus.
Hilary!!! Thanks for the mail! Want to go to Hokkaido next year? I need to get away from the sweltering urban temperatures here. We can sit among some cherry blossoms, eat sashimi at subzero degrees and imagine we're legendary samurai warriorstresses - if theres such a thing- who have emancipated female kind from their roles as subserviant to samurai men!
Sitting admist flutters of papers and ink blots. Sheets all filled with scrawling blue. Words and lengthy paragraphs. Meaningless. I flirt with the idea that im a student taking the OWLS or NEWTS exams in Hogwarts. Nah, auditorium isn't even anywhere near as grand as a Hogwarts toilet. Plus they wouldn't have an annoyingly gay chief invigilator overseeing Harry's exams either. Oh right. Dumbledore. The clock that soon seals my fate ticks menancingly back at me as i start to stare at it for too long. How hostile. Was just hoping that if i stare hard enough i might realise my yet to be revealed destiny as the next Hiro Nakamura.
Scurrying pens flying across sheets evermore furiously by the second makes me wonder how come i seem to have much less to write. Looks right. He seems to have nothing to write too. Good. Damn, what a sadist.
Last fifteen minutes, no leaving the hall for the loo. Wonder if he ever gets sick of repeating the same thing everyday a day. Looking up, prayers go to heaven and the Bell Curve. Pens down, stop writing or your paper will be immediately flagged as a dishonest script. Again, nothing but amazement. He would make a good tape recorder if teaching doesnt work out.
Yesterday after geog i couldn't think of what to listen to as i walked from thomson plaza all the way to Shu's. Some comforting John Mayer, or emo/angsty Its-Armageddon-Tmr-I-Hate-Cambridge tunes. Walking alone makes you feel like the hectic world you've just left might just have been your all too vivid imagination. Silence a soundtrack to my shortlived indulgence. Bloody roaring Upper Thomson traffic wrench me back to ground zero. Darn. Another exam tmr. Pinch yourself. Ouch. Yup, another exam tmr.
Sometimes i wish i didnt live in a world where papers meant everything. We scratch pull tear at each other, drink 8 cans of red bull, cheat, lie that we didnt study so we dont have to share notes. Degrees. Certs. Success. Ever consider living on a farm with just family, animals, pumpkin soup and no exposure to good ole tried and tested academia?
Today i finally understood math. Tried not to look too happy lest i upset people. Soon hear many ppl chattering that the paper was quite easy. Prayers go to heaven and the bell curve. Bell curve please don't move this time. All too happy faces celebrating the end of papers for the week as i look around. Thoughts drift to yesterdays geog paper again. Damn examiners. Playing games with us. Seems everybody gets a kick out of toying with the feelings of others once in a while.
Waiting eagerly for the day where i can leave on my jet plane and rocket from this stressful place. Missing the days where stress was not in my vocabulary and i could eat a whole packet of calbee hot and spicy potato chips without any after effects on my thighs. Jet plane, jet plane. Please take me to a faraway land.
Hands up for se7en's dancing prowess. Vid of him dancing on the Xman Game Show during the star battle. Abit blur and camera man should just hold it still and save the editing tricks. NONETHELESS, really some top notch uber tight dance skills!
Been dancing to Amerie's 'Take Control' for so long and i never knew he was the american sounding dude featured in it.