i hate being an afterthought.

every day i've been waking up at 8am or so reflexively because i've been so used to waking up for work. now that my hours are slightly different i want to sleep in, but i can't. oh the irony.

carmen arrived yesterday and we went to glen waverley to get lots of little errands sorted out. i guess i never realised just how much there is to do when you move here by yourself. in a way i never had to deal with these things because my parents did the hard stuff (like opening my bank accounts, making sure the house was all ready to move in to, etc) there sure is a lot more to do when you're by yourself. i imagine it must be pretty daunting figuring out everything and sort of getting your head around the way things are done here differently. i remember the public transport system ran circles around my head, and i could never figure out which zone i was in. i remember the horror at the exorbitant prices of food and movie tickets, as well as the first time i went out by myself. it was just taking a walk to priscilla's place, but even then i got lost and my prepaid ran out of credit and for one terrifying moment i had no idea where i was and couldn't remember anyone's number and had no money to recharge my card. thank god pris just popped out of nowhere and saved the day. it's true though, i really do have her to thank for the way i eased into life here - she helped me out so so much.

later on we saw jersey boys and it was so so so good :) i didn't realise the four seasons sang so many of those old songs that i remember from sitting in the backseat of my parents' car and listening to old classics on repeat. it was a fun show and i loved that they kept their jersey accents so well throughout the whole show. it occurred to me that i really do enjoy musicals, that when i listen to the music i can lose myself in it and forget everything else for the moment. it's an amazing feeling..

and now i'm off to work. sigh. why does it seem like work days drag and the free days fly by me??

it's always better when we're together

i love lazy summery days like this one. it fills me with such a heady intoxicating feeling of impulse and freedom, almost like i've drank my fill of sunlight and warmth.

work is getting increasingly stressful. i feel like i'm treading thin ice and it's about to crack under me. it's ironic really - i took the job for experience and in the hopes that after i finished my term of work with her i'd have a decent referee to use in my resume. so right now, to upset her would be like negating the very reason i took the job, and yet i'm determined to stand my ground on the message that i refuse to schedule the rest of my life around work. so really, my choices are, do her bidding (even if it goes above and beyond the call of duty for a part time job that pays peanuts) in the hopes of a favourable reference, or refuse and.. well.. basically turn my efforts up till now into nothing.

sigh. at least chinese new year is around the corner, and nothing puts chinese people in a better mood than chinese new year.

i went to the springvale festival a couple of days ago with melonar & bena. regrettably i'm quite addicted to those delectable bread rolls and i would've eaten more than half a roll had there not been the promise of asian street food from the smells wafting in the air. it was pretty crowded, hot and smelly just like how a proper asian festival should be. also dirty, so some of the food we came across appeared slightly.. unappetising. *thinks of snails* melina proceeded to literally suck snails out of their shells with a loud slurping noise..

and i won this ridiculous purple pony that could quite well be charlie the unicorn's cousin (the youtube one) i was rather happy about this all day - i've alwayyyys wanted one, everytime i go to a carnival-ish sort of place i lust after these things. and i'm really the sort of person who never wins anything (no really, never. ) it doesn't matter how many people are in the competition, even if it's just me and someone else, i never win. i have the worst luck in that department ever. so after losing the first couple of times (i won't say how much we spent on it) i decided that i was sick of the whole losing streak and that today would be the day i went home with a purple pony.. and I DID!! it was strangely exhilarating, although the rest of the day was spent apologising to people i bumped into whilst carrying the fairly large pony tucked under my arm.

good times.