Poor Virginia

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHA

I'm in bed at the moment, and this just cracked me up. I had to stuff a pillow in my face to muffle the sound.

Although this isn't really that big of a deal, you can't go really operate your business saying shit like "A MEDIUM LATTE FOR VAGINA... VAGINA... VAGINA?"

I feel so bad for the barista who has to call out the name.

Someone might even mistake it for the penis game.


On a completely unrelated note, last night I dreamt that an American Indian chief took me island hopping. We literally hopped all over the island to the next one and so on. I remember feeling really happy when I woke up. Hope I get this dream again :)

Getting political

I see a number of ignorant posts about the labor govt not being able to bring the budget back to surplus this year.

Lay off. Seriously. Do you realise what will be cut if they really tried to bring it back to surplus? Education grants, infrastructure, health... What do you do with your surplus anyway? Spend it on the people. There's so much left to be fixed in the country.

I mean of course it can't be like this in the long term, but Aus still doesn't exactly have the largest working population, govt income from tax isn't enough.

Call me ignorant or whatever, I feel as though the current debate about our deficit is more of a political one rather than an economical one.

Personal Space

Recently, I've noticed that my sister has morphed into a feely person.  And by feely, I don't mean copping-a-feel type feely, but hugs and just in general, violating my right to personal space. 

I'm not that into hugs, or air kisses (oh god, these confuse me SO much. Which side will your head tilt to? I see your face looming towards mine, oh god, oh god, do I turn left? Are you turning your head yet? Shit, ok, 50% chance you'll go left, right? OK, I'll tilt right. And bang, awkward head clash because you both tilt your heads to your right, and you narrowly avoided their lips. AW-KWARD). 

When K talks to me, she leans in really close, and I feel her breath on my face sometimes and it just really bugs me. UNNECESSARILY CLOSE. Invading personal space like that is only warranted when there is an intruder in the house, and we are both hiding under the dining room table, trying to figure out what household object we can use as a makeshift weapon (which, I've decided, will be the tennis racquet, which happily resides next to my bed, and the rolling pin - for obvious reasons... gonna roll 'dem).

It doesn't mean I hate people. I really like people. 

I'd just rather appreciate them from afar. 

Yes... afar. 

BUT digressing... lately I've fallen into the Game of Thrones abyss. 

A week ago, if you asked me about GoT, I would have said something like  ehh dragons, dark magic, swordfights... whatever

Now, it's more like OOH DRAGONS, DARK MAGIC.. SWORDFIGHTS!!

I'm totally up to date. Waiting for the next ep. 

The awful thing about this series, is not being able to watch it with my family. I was watching it in the living room on the big screen, but my parents walked through the door during a sex scene. GoT sex scenes are not your usual hollywood sex scenes. They're a lot more graphic. Even when I'm watching by myself, I feel a bit uncomfortable. Imagine what it was like having my parents walk into the room.

FUAAAR.

Luckily they had no idea what was going on, and it didn't register at all. Definitely learnt my lesson. Bloody HBO.

When K asked me to watch it with her, the word "NO" could not tumble out of my mouth any faster.

Posted today just to assure you, Vanessa, that I'm not dead. I'm alive - not so much kicking. Incredibly sore from a long ass training sesh yesterday. Getting old. 

This is it for now, friends, for I have to return to my Capital Gains Tax reading. It is SO interesting - I've fallen asleep numerous times while attempting to read it all in one sitting. I've done about 5 pages out of the total 80 pages. /wrists.

Hope you are all in good spirits and refreshed from this wonderful weekend 8)

As my favourite ABC Rollercoaster presenter used to say, BYE FOR NOW (not forever)!

Things to look forward to

Once all these assessments are over, I can sit down and carefully choose which insurance plan to buy for my trip.

While I was procrastinating earlier, I realised one of the things I'm really looking forward to is listening to people's stories. I figured that while I spend over 2 months abroad, I'll probably cross paths with a lot of talkative travellers.

When you're travelling it's always ok to approach strangers and talk to them. When we were in Vegas, we started chatting to a NZ family on a bus. All that it took was "OMG you're kiwi's! We're from Sydney!". But in Sydney, I feel stupid if I do something like that, because I'm not a traveller. I don't have the right to approach strangers. Do you know what I mean?

You're a tourist, you're supposed to be curious, open and a bit enthusiastic! And yolo!

So yes. I'm really keen to be a tourist again. Like fuaaar, get me out of here. Drowning under assessments arrrghhh!

How is it almost eleven already :'( today's gone by too fast.

And a second time

This email made a lol a bit.

Oh turn it in, you choose to not work at the optimal time. :) life is sweet.

First time for everything

I've never had an assignment due date extended before. This is awesome!

But does that mean we have to keep checking for an email before 11am on Tuesday before we can submit? :@ but I have class?!

whinge

D told me I have a 3 month probation period - I'm not allowed to drive myself around for the next three months. I'm mad about and I think it's bullshit.

I think if he could, he would still strap me into a stroller.

Sometimes I wonder how different life would be if I was a guy, or the 2nd kid.


WHT
BBQ at a friend's house. Yeah it was nice, but the whole driving thing dampened my mood and therefore today is a shitty day.

So much angst left over from my teen days.

DAMN YOU CANDY CRUSH!

Watch out

Badass on the roads.

Just kidding.

I'm really safe.

Fuaaar finance is not so bad

I learnt how to use my financial calculator. Now I can calculate how many days until my birthday with a few prompt taps into my calculator. Tres cool.

I can also calculate the IRR without using the guess and check method = WINNING.

Why did I not bother with this before? Could have saved myself so much pain/time.

2 exams tomorrow, but I'm so happy right now. :')

Why post-it's are useful pt5

It's exam/assessment season again. Time for another post it pic.

Check out dem eye bags. Sexy.

Sah. Mahch. Stahdee.

Misunderstandings

We heard bits and pieces about the marathon explosions in Boston this morning on the radio. I wasn't really tuning in (was trying to remember all my cases for today's exam), and I don't think D was paying full attention also because as I got out of the car he said "see? You shouldn't do c2s. Did you hear the radio? People die from doing marathons."

Anyway, I log into fb and one of my friends has posted "my thoughts are with you, Boston". I was confused. Why would your thoughts be with Boston if a runner has died from exhaustion?

So I googled Boston news.

It was not death by exhaustion, but 2 explosions.

My thoughts are with Boston (and income tax), and I really hope the city and the people recover from this.

D just really wants me to stop participating in any sport. =_=


Digressing, I got up at 5 today, ate breakfast, had a coffee and I'm feeling great. Wish I brought my gym gear. All this exam adrenaline pumping through my veins!!! I feel like I CAN DO ANYTHAAANG!

what's wrong with this world

Warning: It might be a bit explicit for some.

So I was sitting on the 546 the other day, minding my own business. I heard a few boys bantering on about girls and started eavesdropping a bit. I turned around to take a peek at one of the guys because I thought his voice sounded really familiar. I was right. It was B.

He was complaining about his gf, telling the guys about her hair down there, laughing and saying shit like "it's so gross".  I know it's not 1920, but come on, talking about this sort of stuff on public transport is pretty off-putting.

That wasn't even the worst part though. He continued to tell the other guys that he started "banging some other chicks on the side". All his friends are like, "oh yeah" or "nice one".

WHAT.
THE.
HECK.

First of all, they're all my sister's age. I know K's nearly an adult, but to me, she is still 10. The thought of some of her friends being sexually active really freaks me out.

Next, talking about it in public - within earshot of kids.

With the hair - well, I'm more amused by this. Pubic hair on a toilet seat is gross. Pubic hair in a bar of soap is also really gross. But pubic hair in a pubic zone should be pretty damn normal. You only have the right to complain if you are also hair free.

And banging some other chicks on the side? That's just sad. Like, bro, you might have game, but you should see a doctor because you might have some STI's too.

The absolute worst thing is, I know the guy's girlfriend. She is a sweet girl. But every time I see her now, this thought will cross my mind.


I should not have eavesdropped on that convo.

Curiosity sure killed this cat.

Ticking another one off the list

So as far as costumes/alternative identities go, I've pretended to be:

- an American Indian
- Indian
- a housewife
- catwoman
- a cheerleader
- some ancient roman/Greek woman
- Peter Pan
- Amy Winehouse
- Alice in wonderland
- a hipster (thrice)
- a geek
- a fob
- a fob in a Chinese dress
- Wonder Woman
- masked beauty (lol) masquerade
- Rudolph
- jungle wanderer

Zomgaaaawd it's so much fun.

Mmmmmm coconut. Be mineee

How did I never notice?

David Choi appreciation post.

We're supposed to be happy and the Christmas song are my favourite!

Taking action!

After I had breakfast, I went into my room to get changed for uni. Slipped my jeans on... Sorry, did I say slipped? I should really say that I struggled to pull dem skinnies up.

I looked at my reflection and decided then and there that I would go to the gym today.

Im on the bus now and I just realised I forgot to bring socks.


So not winning in life.

Bad dreams and real life

I had a dream that one of my friends snitched on me for bitching about our mutual friend.

I woke up feeling pissed off, went to uni, saw her and hated on her for a bit.

A few things I learned from this:
- I actually feel guilty for being a little bitchy.
- regardless of whether the situation is real or not, my emotions are very intact. I am not a very rational person when emotions come into play.

Only when someone asked if we had beef, I realised how ridiculous it all was. Told her what happened in my dream and she loled, said "you know I'd never do that to you". Even though I got over it on the surface, I can't help but be wary of her now. Just to be safe.

Kinda feel bad for her now. It's all my fault ;D

they know how to party

Harroo

Last night I went to my friend, M's 21st birthday party. It was mostly family/friends and a lot of the speeches were in Punjabi.  I spent most of my night listening to a newly made friend translate for me (I was the only asian person there).

I told my parents that when I came home and they asked me "weren't you bored?"

THE ANSWER IS NO WAY.

These people know how to party. After the speeches/video/dance presentations were done (4 hours later hahaha so many people), they opened up the dance floor (to be known as the "DF" from here onwards) and EVERYONE, young, old and awkward scrambled eagerly towards the wide open space to boogey the night away. The older generations totally ripped the DF to shreds man. This would never happen at an Asian family gathering.

Maybe it's just M's family and friends, but they are so close. I wish my whole extended family/friends were this close. Big families are so awesome. In the future, I'm gonna try to convince K to have lots of kids. It's gonna be great.

It was really funny when I was talking to one of the girls about how complicated/intermingled their relationships are. She was saying something about her cousin being married to the son of the couple sitting behind us - who happen to be related (somehow) to M.

But yeah, going back to my original point - my parents don't know how to have fun in comparison.  If we're at karaoke, D will not sing. D will stare longingly at the scrolling lyrics on the screen, but he will not sing.

If D was a Chinese woman in 1940, he might have made a very good bride. He has a straight nose, small lips, round face, long legs, super conservative views and he's very poised. Part of being poised and presentable is achieved by doing the following: not engaging in any embarrassing activities, such as singing at karaoke and dancing at parties, not smiling with teeth showing in photos and laughing in a very dignified way.

It was annoying wearing a sari though. Even though it's super pretty, it's a bitch to keep in place (the drapey stuff slung over your shoulder) and it gets kinda hot inside.

But even so, I loved it. HAHA. Sequins and sparkly shit rock my socks.

IM IN A SARI

Oh yeah. Getting my groove on tonight.

booyeah

Hey, I'm back!

Spent a lot of my weekend in a hot tub, playing FIFA, and participating in a bit of banter.

VERY good few days and  feeling a bit sorry that I'm back. But I am, so I'll try to make the most of this break.

Tomorrow/today I'll be busy petting baby animals. I'm crying on the inside from excitement.