it's past 8 over here but at 6 it had already seemed like midnight. we've got sightseeing and some crossing of bridges planned for us tmr and am so amped for it even though i got barely a wink last night and should be thoroughly exhausted by now. but here's my hectic past week :-
since the internship ended, the melbourne trip fell through and i went to kl instead. came back early morning saturday, and that same night went to hen's birthday celebrations at butter fact. truth to god, that was the first, and it is v probable, the only time i will ever have my parents jumping out of their skins to absent my person from sunday mass so i may attend such lewd revelry/debaucherous activities. they refer to me as the toad in the hole because i'm the only child of theirs who detests socialising. i am really not a clubbing person except when i am. i can be such a slut.
monday morning met bri and lee for orange bowl. am convinced that if the orange bowl man is aware that his customers were previous students and have queued patiently for his produce even though there was no such passivity while said customers were students themselves, he tends to dawdle and put a bit more effort because really, orange bowl was damn bloody spectacular yesterday. and it may very well have been his swan song so goodbye orange bowl man FOREVER!
thereafter we blitzkrieg matriculated me so i had and still have no idea what hit me. met dad and brought his car to pml to replace his windscreen. some flying rocks propelled by the wheels of a truck going at 140km/h cracked it. this may seem v out of point right now but wait for it(!) when mom came by to pick us up and we found ourselves idle, she convinced me that pml has a seriously awesome coffee maker so i tried it out.
checked in at 10 for a midnight flight to sydney and even though i was so comfortable throughout the entire journey i could get no sleep with my skin feeling quite raw and i foolishly thought we were experiencing some quiet turbulence throughout when really, it was only the passenger behind me kicking the back of my chair the whole time. so instead of rest, i got a bit of pretentious reading done because i thought the contents of the FT and friends would knock me out. gave up after 3 hrs, one glass of champagne which i spilt on the coverlet during one of the false turbulences, by the by and the first 5 minutes of an equally affected-sounding movie and instead asked for vogue and bazaar.
by daybreak, was almost incapacitated with fatigue and found that at low humidity levels, i pop like corn. for some cruel reason, cheryl emerged at the end of the flight glowing and with marvelous hair, but my skin was hideous. and as such, there will be no photos until said condition improves, bitches. i blame the speeding truck.
anyway, visited the unsw campus today and it was beyond awesome. and just when i was beginning to feel content with my uni campus too. it has a lot to do with the weather. i thrive like bacteria in cold wet conditions.
it is 2105 and since everyone else is already asleep, i am retiring for the night. my life is WILD.
PS. got new platinum sup card in the mail yesterday. i died once upon receipt and twice when i saw the limit.
PPS. feels like christmas :D |