This week definitely isn't getting my life back on track week. Next week probably wouldn't be hardcore studying week.
If they have to be something-something week then they have to be crumpled shirts week.
This is what happens when you do not have an iron at home and you are too lazy/have no time to immediately fold and hang your clothes right after you take them out from the dryer. Learn it from me kids. If you don't want your friends to stare and point and scoff at you when you are not looking, or worst, when you are, either get a freaking iron or arrange your clothes immediately. (Or you could also put on a jacket and zip it up high for the next 2 weeks but that's not the point)
Now there's a huge pile of clothes half in the basket, half on my bed, some spilling/or have spilled to the ground, littered all over my room. Getting my life back on track alright. And this week has also been weird nap times week. GETTING MY LIFE BACK ON TRACK ALRIGHT ALEXYEO.
I have 3 tests next week which I was supposed to spend this whole week preparing for but I have not. This weekend seems occupied from a glance but I must somehow squeeze studying in. After this week I will be free for 3 weeks before one paper then I'll have another fun-filled, Gold Coast, clubbing, chilling with friends bound 3 weeks break before the next semester which also happens to be my final one. HAHAHAHA EXCITED!
Had my last class today minus the tests next week. 5 bucks I got zero for participation marks for 4 out of 4 of my subjects this semester.
Wuhoo!
Just felt like saying that.
-alexeO-
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Monday, May 25, 2009
O.o
The strangest thing just happened.
So I have a class today at 10AM right, but it was only 9pm the night before and I was already feeling incredibly sleepy.
So I set my alarm at 12am thinking that I would take a 3-hour nap then wake up for a couple of more hours before finally going back to sleep for the class at 10.
At 10PM I woke up, feeling quite refreshed and quite confused on how it could only be one hour because it certainly felt like I dreamed so much and took a much longer sleep but I psycho-ed myself then that since it was only an hour I still had some time to spare so I closed my eyes and continued my nap. It must be also then that I resetted my alarm to 1AM.
Many many dreams later, the sleep was DEEP I promise you, I groggily opened my eyes to check the time.
12:45.
Oh SHIT MY 10AM CLASS!
I literally felt like shit because I made an oath this week to attend every class because they're the last before my tests and I was already thinking at that time of the amount I've missed and the possible 'tips' I did not get to hear. =(
While scolding myself, I kept calculating the hours I've slept and how I've managed to sleep for 15 hours.
The sleep felt long, but in a way also, not THAT long??
I looked at the tiny little alarm clock logo at the top right of my phone. It was still there.
Could I have resetted it to 1PM instead when I was half asleep?
But I rechecked and it stated 1AM. ;O. I went to check the AM/PM and what do you know. It was 12 hours before the time I thought it was. ;O
It was damn strange because it was in reality only 3-4 hours but the sleep felt damn seriously long.
It didn't feel 15 HOURS long but definitely closer to that than 3-4 hours..
I remember at that time of ranting to myself how I've missed the last lecture of the semester for that subject, I was thinking the things I would have done differently if I could turn back time and how it's all too late now..
So the actual realization that I wasn't 'late' for my class felt pretty damn good.
After all these, I better not oversleep my 'second' sleep for the night. =S
*
I've a presentation on wednesday shit. Abit nervous but still managing to keep it under control.
My first time to a class of ang mohs. Ahh abit intimidating but I'll take comfort in the fact that they wouldn't expect any more from me anyway heheh.
Bai.
-alexeO-
So I have a class today at 10AM right, but it was only 9pm the night before and I was already feeling incredibly sleepy.
So I set my alarm at 12am thinking that I would take a 3-hour nap then wake up for a couple of more hours before finally going back to sleep for the class at 10.
At 10PM I woke up, feeling quite refreshed and quite confused on how it could only be one hour because it certainly felt like I dreamed so much and took a much longer sleep but I psycho-ed myself then that since it was only an hour I still had some time to spare so I closed my eyes and continued my nap. It must be also then that I resetted my alarm to 1AM.
Many many dreams later, the sleep was DEEP I promise you, I groggily opened my eyes to check the time.
12:45.
Oh SHIT MY 10AM CLASS!
I literally felt like shit because I made an oath this week to attend every class because they're the last before my tests and I was already thinking at that time of the amount I've missed and the possible 'tips' I did not get to hear. =(
While scolding myself, I kept calculating the hours I've slept and how I've managed to sleep for 15 hours.
The sleep felt long, but in a way also, not THAT long??
I looked at the tiny little alarm clock logo at the top right of my phone. It was still there.
Could I have resetted it to 1PM instead when I was half asleep?
But I rechecked and it stated 1AM. ;O. I went to check the AM/PM and what do you know. It was 12 hours before the time I thought it was. ;O
It was damn strange because it was in reality only 3-4 hours but the sleep felt damn seriously long.
It didn't feel 15 HOURS long but definitely closer to that than 3-4 hours..
I remember at that time of ranting to myself how I've missed the last lecture of the semester for that subject, I was thinking the things I would have done differently if I could turn back time and how it's all too late now..
So the actual realization that I wasn't 'late' for my class felt pretty damn good.
After all these, I better not oversleep my 'second' sleep for the night. =S
*
I've a presentation on wednesday shit. Abit nervous but still managing to keep it under control.
My first time to a class of ang mohs. Ahh abit intimidating but I'll take comfort in the fact that they wouldn't expect any more from me anyway heheh.
Bai.
-alexeO-
Sunday, May 24, 2009
Second last week of the semester before my double holiday, coming right up
The past week was officially gluttony week.
The upcoming week will hopefully be getting my life back on track week.
The following week will have to be hardcore study mode week.
Having the two coming weeks back-to-back will be tough to the 'getting my life back on track' part but I will try. If not, then I'll just have that week this week as planned, and then postpone the life back on track thing to the week after that no problemo. Skip one week no biggie. Hehe.
random post divider
How do you stop disliking someone you just cannot dislike due to certain circumstances? It's eating me up insideeeeeee.
Maybe the person should stop acting like the bitch s/he is then all this would become unnecessary.
I am NOT a hater.
At least not anymore..
seriously.
but you can't help it if some people just never learn/change/mature/wisened-up. Unlike me. Hehe.
I sound as though I'm speaking from a better-than-thou position and it'll be really annoying if I read someone talking like that but trust me I'm not. In fact I almost always give people a benefit of a doubt and do not judge that early (at least not anymore i promise you) but there comes a time when you know when too much's too much and that you are right.
Ok time to sleep. Had damn good pork ribs today with damn good sauce. Hah beat that suckers.
And stop trying to guess who that person is.
Good night/morning.
-alexeO-
The upcoming week will hopefully be getting my life back on track week.
The following week will have to be hardcore study mode week.
Having the two coming weeks back-to-back will be tough to the 'getting my life back on track' part but I will try. If not, then I'll just have that week this week as planned, and then postpone the life back on track thing to the week after that no problemo. Skip one week no biggie. Hehe.
random post divider
How do you stop disliking someone you just cannot dislike due to certain circumstances? It's eating me up insideeeeeee.
Maybe the person should stop acting like the bitch s/he is then all this would become unnecessary.
I am NOT a hater.
At least not anymore..
seriously.
but you can't help it if some people just never learn/change/mature/wisened-up. Unlike me. Hehe.
I sound as though I'm speaking from a better-than-thou position and it'll be really annoying if I read someone talking like that but trust me I'm not. In fact I almost always give people a benefit of a doubt and do not judge that early (at least not anymore i promise you) but there comes a time when you know when too much's too much and that you are right.
Ok time to sleep. Had damn good pork ribs today with damn good sauce. Hah beat that suckers.
And stop trying to guess who that person is.
Good night/morning.
-alexeO-
Saturday, May 23, 2009
My First Time
.. at a rave.
1) Big burly white men. Many big burly white men.
2) .. with cool trademark dance. Fun to imitate.
3) Very dirty floor. At one point I couldn't dance properly because whenever I raised my right foot, it needed to get past the stickiness first. Kept swiping random 'debris' off the sole of my shoe.
4) RnB dance steps don't work.
5) Beer + Trance + Laser = Heaven
6) Situation which I kinda expected before going kinda happened. People getting excited over something which I have no idea on.
7) Luckily my little homework helped. The best parts were listening to the songs I became familiar with over the course of the past few weeks.
8) The bunch of us squeezed in the highest podium towards the end and I liked that. Great view, and just us. Actually it wasn't a 'podium' podium. It was more like a 'cage' thing for the go-go dancers. ;O
9) Started off slow, maybe I was too sober, maybe I didn't know what was going on, but adapted nicely somewhere in the middle. ;)
10) Completely exhausted with an hour or so to go, lack of sleep the night before, and standing for that many hours isn't exactly relaxing. But "Who Will Find Me" woke me up.
11) Ears ringing post-rave.
12) Hopefully the next time I will be more familiar with the tracks!
13) Cannot walk properly now because sole of feet hurts. =<
Sunrise now. Gdnight.
-alexeO-
1) Big burly white men. Many big burly white men.
2) .. with cool trademark dance. Fun to imitate.
3) Very dirty floor. At one point I couldn't dance properly because whenever I raised my right foot, it needed to get past the stickiness first. Kept swiping random 'debris' off the sole of my shoe.
4) RnB dance steps don't work.
5) Beer + Trance + Laser = Heaven
6) Situation which I kinda expected before going kinda happened. People getting excited over something which I have no idea on.
7) Luckily my little homework helped. The best parts were listening to the songs I became familiar with over the course of the past few weeks.
8) The bunch of us squeezed in the highest podium towards the end and I liked that. Great view, and just us. Actually it wasn't a 'podium' podium. It was more like a 'cage' thing for the go-go dancers. ;O
9) Started off slow, maybe I was too sober, maybe I didn't know what was going on, but adapted nicely somewhere in the middle. ;)
10) Completely exhausted with an hour or so to go, lack of sleep the night before, and standing for that many hours isn't exactly relaxing. But "Who Will Find Me" woke me up.
11) Ears ringing post-rave.
12) Hopefully the next time I will be more familiar with the tracks!
13) Cannot walk properly now because sole of feet hurts. =<
Sunrise now. Gdnight.
-alexeO-
Monday, May 18, 2009
Ova!
Sidenote: I think I'm a superhuman.
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Mizan inspired me to do this so here's a belated birthday post to guy with his eyes closed.
Happy 21st, Kelvin Pui. Hopefully this wouldn't be the last time I'm celebrating your birthday with you. If it is, well, then at least it was a whole lot of fun. :/
After this post, how can I still be lanci anymore right?
*
I can't stop sneezing! I sneezed at least 5 times typing this post alone! Stop bitching about me!
*
Got some space to breathe now. Maybe I can finally start watching my series hahah prav. Or reset my body clock hahah.
*
I'm 161cm to anyone who's wondering.
*
Bai.
-alexeO-
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Mizan inspired me to do this so here's a belated birthday post to guy with his eyes closed.
Happy 21st, Kelvin Pui. Hopefully this wouldn't be the last time I'm celebrating your birthday with you. If it is, well, then at least it was a whole lot of fun. :/
After this post, how can I still be lanci anymore right?
*
I can't stop sneezing! I sneezed at least 5 times typing this post alone! Stop bitching about me!
*
Got some space to breathe now. Maybe I can finally start watching my series hahah prav. Or reset my body clock hahah.
*
I'm 161cm to anyone who's wondering.
*
Bai.
-alexeO-
Sunday, May 17, 2009
3 Months, 3 Days
Most of the time, I do the odd thing that makes me feel that my capabilities are so much more far reaching than what my 'general' performance currently warrants.
Or rather, my laziness creates such an incredibly impenetrable force field that nothing else, potentially or not, matters anymore.
It is so extreme that its second-naturedness to my life doesn't even seem to bother me anymore. I genuinely don't feel any remorse or 'regret' that a particular thing could have been done that much better in an equally better way if not for my laziness.
Screw healthier eating habits, screw a better body clock, screw a more active lifestyle.
How does any of that even matter if the fundamentals of every single thing are already flawed to begin with?
If I'm going to have a resolution that I am going to make and stick with, it has to be getting my fking ass off my chair and just... do it, whatever 'it' might be. Distractions are an excuse but the essence of it all is ultimately, the four letter L word. To stay away from 'distractions' simply implies giving no space for laziness to shapeshift and present itself in a different form altogether.
What good are my capabilities - however out-of-this-world they might be - if laziness is the overarching theme of my life. I cannot even take the first step. Fullstop.
I suddenly feel extremely dirty and disgusting.
I think if there is something to be gained from this whole study abroad experience, successfully solving this aspect of my life has to be the greatest achievement I can ever ask for.
Moving on from the little essay on self-improvement I just wrote, I really feel I have learned so much academically or not in my 3 months in Melbourne so far. In university and to a lesser but significant extent outside, I learned how to apply the very theories I learn in uni properly this year by balancing it nicely with the usual aspects of my life without compromising any in anyways whatsoever. That statement does sound nerdy but what I learn aren't exactly physics or algebra so... hahahah.
I used to blame my course for making me think too much, but I realized that 'too much' didn't need to be taxing or discouraging on you at all and I could actually pick out the empowering aspects of it.
About 2 weeks ago, I sat in front of my computer in my little room and had a sudden moment of epiphany or realization that wow, I cannot believe I'm actually in Melbourne now studying abroad in a university. There were so many things 'wrong' about that I didn't even bother breaking them down one by one. Melbourne - abroad - university - etc. All I did was just to be wow-ed and enthralled by the entire situation of it all. I appreciated its significance even more because I believe it is a feeling difficult to imagine now but when the day I finally step out of this whole bubble comes, I will look back at this and get captivated by the entire experience and every little thing that comes along with it.
But.. have to be less lazy first -________-
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Here's a funny comic strip I follow:
Hahahahah.. most of the time we like it because we know it's true..
Too long a post. Too late a time.
Goodnight.
-alexeO-
Or rather, my laziness creates such an incredibly impenetrable force field that nothing else, potentially or not, matters anymore.
It is so extreme that its second-naturedness to my life doesn't even seem to bother me anymore. I genuinely don't feel any remorse or 'regret' that a particular thing could have been done that much better in an equally better way if not for my laziness.
Screw healthier eating habits, screw a better body clock, screw a more active lifestyle.
How does any of that even matter if the fundamentals of every single thing are already flawed to begin with?
If I'm going to have a resolution that I am going to make and stick with, it has to be getting my fking ass off my chair and just... do it, whatever 'it' might be. Distractions are an excuse but the essence of it all is ultimately, the four letter L word. To stay away from 'distractions' simply implies giving no space for laziness to shapeshift and present itself in a different form altogether.
What good are my capabilities - however out-of-this-world they might be - if laziness is the overarching theme of my life. I cannot even take the first step. Fullstop.
I suddenly feel extremely dirty and disgusting.
I think if there is something to be gained from this whole study abroad experience, successfully solving this aspect of my life has to be the greatest achievement I can ever ask for.
Moving on from the little essay on self-improvement I just wrote, I really feel I have learned so much academically or not in my 3 months in Melbourne so far. In university and to a lesser but significant extent outside, I learned how to apply the very theories I learn in uni properly this year by balancing it nicely with the usual aspects of my life without compromising any in anyways whatsoever. That statement does sound nerdy but what I learn aren't exactly physics or algebra so... hahahah.
I used to blame my course for making me think too much, but I realized that 'too much' didn't need to be taxing or discouraging on you at all and I could actually pick out the empowering aspects of it.
About 2 weeks ago, I sat in front of my computer in my little room and had a sudden moment of epiphany or realization that wow, I cannot believe I'm actually in Melbourne now studying abroad in a university. There were so many things 'wrong' about that I didn't even bother breaking them down one by one. Melbourne - abroad - university - etc. All I did was just to be wow-ed and enthralled by the entire situation of it all. I appreciated its significance even more because I believe it is a feeling difficult to imagine now but when the day I finally step out of this whole bubble comes, I will look back at this and get captivated by the entire experience and every little thing that comes along with it.
But.. have to be less lazy first -________-
*
Here's a funny comic strip I follow:
Hahahahah.. most of the time we like it because we know it's true..
Too long a post. Too late a time.
Goodnight.
-alexeO-
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Woe is Me
Today I truly get the meaning/expression of feeling completely drained.
And I'm only halfway through my workload. And after this pile of work or 'wave', as I would like to call it, a presentation(not that stressful) and tests await.
To be frank I am quite sick of this semester already and I cannot wait for it to end. Maybe it's the combination of subjects I've selected, maybe it's the poor start to it due to bad adaptability.. but I'm sick. Both figuratively and literally.
I am very tempted to whine and complain about the amount I have to read and write each time for my assignments but I won't because I am going to take the initiative to actually be 'interested' in what I'm learning because it can really sound exciting if you look at it in a different way from how I have been looking at it.
My next assignment I don't quite get and it has the highest word limit. From next Tuesday onwards, I SHOULD be able to take some time off thinking and stressing about work at least for a little while before my tests and then my double holiday mid-year.
Sharing my burden makes me feel that tad bit better so thanks for hearing me out. I doubt anyone has read till this far anyway.
Can't wait for the day when I can wake up from my bed without thinking of what I'll do for the rest of the day. Before the party at night. Haha.
-alexeO-
And I'm only halfway through my workload. And after this pile of work or 'wave', as I would like to call it, a presentation(not that stressful) and tests await.
To be frank I am quite sick of this semester already and I cannot wait for it to end. Maybe it's the combination of subjects I've selected, maybe it's the poor start to it due to bad adaptability.. but I'm sick. Both figuratively and literally.
I am very tempted to whine and complain about the amount I have to read and write each time for my assignments but I won't because I am going to take the initiative to actually be 'interested' in what I'm learning because it can really sound exciting if you look at it in a different way from how I have been looking at it.
My next assignment I don't quite get and it has the highest word limit. From next Tuesday onwards, I SHOULD be able to take some time off thinking and stressing about work at least for a little while before my tests and then my double holiday mid-year.
Sharing my burden makes me feel that tad bit better so thanks for hearing me out. I doubt anyone has read till this far anyway.
Can't wait for the day when I can wake up from my bed without thinking of what I'll do for the rest of the day. Before the party at night. Haha.
-alexeO-
Thursday, May 07, 2009
This Post is Meant to Distract Me From The Harsh Realities of Life
A tiny sneak peek to my life in Melb.
Hahahah.
minus the uni workload, of course.. which should really be the utmost priority i know.. but... i'm coping, kinda.. anyway. :|
-alexeO-
Monday, May 04, 2009
Time Waits For No Man
Only in Melb
It's crunch time. The only thing which can help me during this period is something to look forward to. Then everything else I believe would fall into place comfortably.
Thoughts like partying, assignment-free days and nights, and chilling with people. I think if I let the workload become my sole and central focus, I will be doomed. Maybe that's the way I operate afterall. Hopefully I get it right this time around..
And I don't really need to put this down but as a gentle reminder to meself, I am going to learn and start to appreciate, just a little bit more. :)
-alexeO-
Thursday, April 30, 2009
My Funny Valentine
Slept for 3 hours the night (or day) before.
Went to uni from 10am till 5pm.
Got home, made dinner, showered.
Went to friend's place at 11.30pm.
Stayed up till 4.45am to watch Arsenal went 1-0 down.
Walked home at sunrise.
Slept at 7am.
Woke up at a disgusting 6.45pm.
And oh yeah, did I mention that I had class at 2pm too? I groggily woke up at 2.25pm only to realize that I've fked my day up. Badly. Again. And then I went back to sleep.
Prepared dinner, ate, and here I am.
Must be the accumulated lack of sleep over the past few weeks.
Getting very cold in Melbourne now.
I want to cuddle under my sheets and just.. rot. :(
-alexeO-
Went to uni from 10am till 5pm.
Got home, made dinner, showered.
Went to friend's place at 11.30pm.
Stayed up till 4.45am to watch Arsenal went 1-0 down.
Walked home at sunrise.
Slept at 7am.
Woke up at a disgusting 6.45pm.
And oh yeah, did I mention that I had class at 2pm too? I groggily woke up at 2.25pm only to realize that I've fked my day up. Badly. Again. And then I went back to sleep.
Prepared dinner, ate, and here I am.
Must be the accumulated lack of sleep over the past few weeks.
Getting very cold in Melbourne now.
I want to cuddle under my sheets and just.. rot. :(
-alexeO-
Friday, April 24, 2009
Light skin, dark skin, my Asian persuasion
Hello! I'm feeling very much more contented than before. It has to be the power of completing assignments I tell you..
Melbourne so far.. Day 70 or so..
Just a little over 2 months, and yet, I feel like I've been here.. almost forever? Minus the familiarity with the places part.. I am really feeling comfortable in a lot of ways possible. But I will remember to not fully immerse myself in such comfort and remind myself that time would ultimately still somehow remain as an obstacle or barrier with adaptability!
I don't know why, maybe it's the new found freedom, maybe it's the place, maybe it's the people but I've become such a party animal I somehow always need a weekly fix. Easter was such a great period really. I always took my Easter breaks back when I was in Sunway for granted (used it to sleep-in mostly), but the Easter I had here was a total shift. I had something fun to do everyday and I didn't want it to end but it did. Obviously.
The first few days post-Easter I was actually emo-ing over how I can no longer party the way I did and have fun haha. How there are no more "Easters" in Melbourne sigh. :( But I shall decide if I would want to extend my stay here in Melbourne sometime during the end of the year. Work or postgrad. Both suck, but such is life, right?
I'm currently very sleepy, so I am just typing whatever that's on top of my head now.
Ok. I shall post some overdue photos for my friends who are concerned back home and everywhere else in the world.
This was my humble room on the first day I moved in. Looks smaller, (but not much trust me) from this angle.
This is my room today:
Pretty damn awesome? :D
You can't see it here but on the left side of the photo is my mirrored built-in robes which is my fav part of the room HAHA.
This was Richmond's room on the first day.
This is Richmond's room post-move in.
I don't think you guys care about the living room or other parts of the apartment in general so I'm not going to bother. But on the whole it is quite equipped today and tidy. And my apartment looks so mediocre verging on torturous to the other apartments I've seen or been to here in Melbourne.. but considering our situation at that particular point of time, I really can't find any reasons to complain at all.
So I've also started cooking coz it's both fun and economical compared to eating outside every day.
I made chinese soy sauce chicken on the first day this week which wasn't very successful at all HAHA so no photos were taken unfortunately. But it ended up tasting ALMOST the same so I guess credit given where credit's due HEHEHE. But super tak puas so I'm gonna attempt to make it again!
This was the first pasta I made, even before the soy sauce chicken, because people tell me pastas from jars are one of the easiest and filling things you can cook yourself.
Spaghetti Pork Bolognese
So it was pretty dry, and the spaghetti felt sticky. But it tasted pretty above average so all's good I guess.
For someone cooking meat or stirring the pan for the first time that pasta is a pretty darn good achievement ok.
Then after the first experience and receiving advices and help from family and friends around, Richmond and I made pasta again recently and this was what we came up with:
Riccioli Bolognese
And it actually tasted pretty good. So much so that we wondered if it was the different sauce or the expertise of the chefs. Hehehe.
The next day I thought of making the ultimate chinese CUISINE of several dishes + 1 soup so this was what we came up with:
The COMPLETE meal.
Curry Chicken with Potatoes. 5/5
ABC Soup. 3.5/5
Steamed Egg with Minced Pork. x/5
LOL HAHAHAH. I KNOW THE EGG LOOKS SUPER FAIL BUT FORGIVE ME LA DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHAT I HAD TO WORK WITH HAHAHA! I told Karina it looks like I made a yellow swimming pool for the pork instead sigh haha. But don't worry I will perfect the technique one day! And the thing is it actually tasted not bad! The meat was well marinated by yours truly and it wasn't as bad as it looks actually... just take it like a new dish la.
Ok I duno what I'm typing already. Damn sleepy stayed up doing assignments.
Weekend's here! I HOPE I GET TO DO SOMETHING FUN THIS WEEK! BAI!
-alexeO-
Melbourne so far.. Day 70 or so..
Just a little over 2 months, and yet, I feel like I've been here.. almost forever? Minus the familiarity with the places part.. I am really feeling comfortable in a lot of ways possible. But I will remember to not fully immerse myself in such comfort and remind myself that time would ultimately still somehow remain as an obstacle or barrier with adaptability!
I don't know why, maybe it's the new found freedom, maybe it's the place, maybe it's the people but I've become such a party animal I somehow always need a weekly fix. Easter was such a great period really. I always took my Easter breaks back when I was in Sunway for granted (used it to sleep-in mostly), but the Easter I had here was a total shift. I had something fun to do everyday and I didn't want it to end but it did. Obviously.
The first few days post-Easter I was actually emo-ing over how I can no longer party the way I did and have fun haha. How there are no more "Easters" in Melbourne sigh. :( But I shall decide if I would want to extend my stay here in Melbourne sometime during the end of the year. Work or postgrad. Both suck, but such is life, right?
I'm currently very sleepy, so I am just typing whatever that's on top of my head now.
Ok. I shall post some overdue photos for my friends who are concerned back home and everywhere else in the world.
This was my humble room on the first day I moved in. Looks smaller, (but not much trust me) from this angle.
This is my room today:
Pretty damn awesome? :D
You can't see it here but on the left side of the photo is my mirrored built-in robes which is my fav part of the room HAHA.
This was Richmond's room on the first day.
This is Richmond's room post-move in.
I don't think you guys care about the living room or other parts of the apartment in general so I'm not going to bother. But on the whole it is quite equipped today and tidy. And my apartment looks so mediocre verging on torturous to the other apartments I've seen or been to here in Melbourne.. but considering our situation at that particular point of time, I really can't find any reasons to complain at all.
So I've also started cooking coz it's both fun and economical compared to eating outside every day.
I made chinese soy sauce chicken on the first day this week which wasn't very successful at all HAHA so no photos were taken unfortunately. But it ended up tasting ALMOST the same so I guess credit given where credit's due HEHEHE. But super tak puas so I'm gonna attempt to make it again!
This was the first pasta I made, even before the soy sauce chicken, because people tell me pastas from jars are one of the easiest and filling things you can cook yourself.
Spaghetti Pork Bolognese
So it was pretty dry, and the spaghetti felt sticky. But it tasted pretty above average so all's good I guess.
For someone cooking meat or stirring the pan for the first time that pasta is a pretty darn good achievement ok.
Then after the first experience and receiving advices and help from family and friends around, Richmond and I made pasta again recently and this was what we came up with:
Riccioli Bolognese
And it actually tasted pretty good. So much so that we wondered if it was the different sauce or the expertise of the chefs. Hehehe.
The next day I thought of making the ultimate chinese CUISINE of several dishes + 1 soup so this was what we came up with:
The COMPLETE meal.
Curry Chicken with Potatoes. 5/5
ABC Soup. 3.5/5
Steamed Egg with Minced Pork. x/5
LOL HAHAHAH. I KNOW THE EGG LOOKS SUPER FAIL BUT FORGIVE ME LA DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHAT I HAD TO WORK WITH HAHAHA! I told Karina it looks like I made a yellow swimming pool for the pork instead sigh haha. But don't worry I will perfect the technique one day! And the thing is it actually tasted not bad! The meat was well marinated by yours truly and it wasn't as bad as it looks actually... just take it like a new dish la.
Ok I duno what I'm typing already. Damn sleepy stayed up doing assignments.
Weekend's here! I HOPE I GET TO DO SOMETHING FUN THIS WEEK! BAI!
-alexeO-
Sunday, April 19, 2009
A Post I Could Do Without
Sometimes I wonder if it's easier to be less extreme emotionally just so that the potential falls will not be too overwhelming. Sometimes I wonder if becoming a stagnant zombie would make me less depressed or miserable than I potentially can be today. For the higher you go, the harder the fall?
Today is the last day of easily the best Easter break ever.
I had so much, maybe too much, fun throughout the week that I never want it to end. And so much happened that the last class I attended seriously felt like months ago. I am honestly despising the start of classes this coming week, but who isn't right?
Then towards the end of the break, after my overdone dwellings of how everything was about to come to an end, God decided to be helpful and put me up with incidents after incidents which completely decimate any remorse I had over the end of my 'best Easter break ever'. Incidents which not only rudely signal the end of the fun times, but also possibly of things to come.
If I could, I wish I could press the restart button and go through the whole of the break again. I don't care if it is immature and shallow, I never agreed with the whole concept (of life) anyway, so technically why should I care?
I have principles that I hold onto very dearly. Principles which I find very difficult to give up even under extreme circumstances. If the so-called 'failure' beckons at the end of the path, then so be it. For I rather fail in such constructed downfalls than to fail as a human being, as an individual, and as me.
You won't believe how much I'm self-censoring now, how much I've written then deleted, for I do not think it's right to share or to feel personally, but the fact of the matter is - I am still feeling it.
I'm upset. At alot of things.
On my 'best Easter break ever'.
-alexeO-
Today is the last day of easily the best Easter break ever.
I had so much, maybe too much, fun throughout the week that I never want it to end. And so much happened that the last class I attended seriously felt like months ago. I am honestly despising the start of classes this coming week, but who isn't right?
Then towards the end of the break, after my overdone dwellings of how everything was about to come to an end, God decided to be helpful and put me up with incidents after incidents which completely decimate any remorse I had over the end of my 'best Easter break ever'. Incidents which not only rudely signal the end of the fun times, but also possibly of things to come.
If I could, I wish I could press the restart button and go through the whole of the break again. I don't care if it is immature and shallow, I never agreed with the whole concept (of life) anyway, so technically why should I care?
I have principles that I hold onto very dearly. Principles which I find very difficult to give up even under extreme circumstances. If the so-called 'failure' beckons at the end of the path, then so be it. For I rather fail in such constructed downfalls than to fail as a human being, as an individual, and as me.
You won't believe how much I'm self-censoring now, how much I've written then deleted, for I do not think it's right to share or to feel personally, but the fact of the matter is - I am still feeling it.
I'm upset. At alot of things.
On my 'best Easter break ever'.
-alexeO-
Monday, April 13, 2009
The Beast in Me
Ever wondered what it's like to feel free as hell, having zero restrictions and commanding the guts to do whatever you want, however you want to?
That's me under the influence.
People could tell you how shy or reserved I can be when I'm on a casual outing with them. If I'm like that by nature that's fine. But there are times when I feel like I'm holding back so much it makes me regret later that I actually did not say or do a certain thing after the outing has ended.
Sometimes I wonder if it's possibly the extreme fear of getting judged.
I know during my tipsy nights I'd repeatedly tell the people around me how they shouldn't "judge" me for I am not like that at all during "normal" days whatever normal mean.
That being said, I DO remember most of the things I do or say during those nights.
So does that make me less of a drunkard? I don't know. But it could imply that I just needed that little bit of 'help' to make me more 'normal'. But if the 'normal' Alex is like that then it's quite scary also but you get what I mean..
I could even consciously tell myself in my mind how much I am going to regret this the next day and every single time it's like a battlefield going in there I kid you not. One part of me telling me to just shut the fking hell up and stop. Another asking me to.. well, do the exact opposite. People might notice this ongoing conflict when they see me doing all sorts of random shit one minute and the next minute sitting down quietly trying to supress everything inside.
Believe it or not, I know it doesn't look like it, but I do tell myself to sober up during those times.
It would often be the case of a mental dialogue filled up with, "freaking sober up alex, please." Which would then be immediately followed by a performance of a dance or/AND song routine to the people around me. Great. Frikkin' hell srsly.
Most of the times, the latter side of me always wins.
And it's my fault too for I welcome it almost every single time. Because I want to feel the freedom it gives me, because I want to be able to 'breathe' every now and then.
Perhaps I should learn to control the extent in which I 'welcome' that side of me. Perhaps I too can feel the same liberty it provides me with, without letting it dominate or control me in the way it had almost every time.
That is why I like blogging. Because in the process of writing posts like this, I take another step forward in constructive self-discovery and improvement.
Or..
just stfu and have a beer, Alex.
-alexeO-
That's me under the influence.
People could tell you how shy or reserved I can be when I'm on a casual outing with them. If I'm like that by nature that's fine. But there are times when I feel like I'm holding back so much it makes me regret later that I actually did not say or do a certain thing after the outing has ended.
Sometimes I wonder if it's possibly the extreme fear of getting judged.
I know during my tipsy nights I'd repeatedly tell the people around me how they shouldn't "judge" me for I am not like that at all during "normal" days whatever normal mean.
That being said, I DO remember most of the things I do or say during those nights.
So does that make me less of a drunkard? I don't know. But it could imply that I just needed that little bit of 'help' to make me more 'normal'. But if the 'normal' Alex is like that then it's quite scary also but you get what I mean..
I could even consciously tell myself in my mind how much I am going to regret this the next day and every single time it's like a battlefield going in there I kid you not. One part of me telling me to just shut the fking hell up and stop. Another asking me to.. well, do the exact opposite. People might notice this ongoing conflict when they see me doing all sorts of random shit one minute and the next minute sitting down quietly trying to supress everything inside.
Believe it or not, I know it doesn't look like it, but I do tell myself to sober up during those times.
It would often be the case of a mental dialogue filled up with, "freaking sober up alex, please." Which would then be immediately followed by a performance of a dance or/AND song routine to the people around me. Great. Frikkin' hell srsly.
Most of the times, the latter side of me always wins.
And it's my fault too for I welcome it almost every single time. Because I want to feel the freedom it gives me, because I want to be able to 'breathe' every now and then.
Perhaps I should learn to control the extent in which I 'welcome' that side of me. Perhaps I too can feel the same liberty it provides me with, without letting it dominate or control me in the way it had almost every time.
That is why I like blogging. Because in the process of writing posts like this, I take another step forward in constructive self-discovery and improvement.
Or..
just stfu and have a beer, Alex.
-alexeO-
Wednesday, April 08, 2009
Wednesday, April 01, 2009
Rant
This is the ultimate mental torture.
I'm awake now at an undisclosed time, attempting to finish something which I have really not much idea how to, and the fact that it is a short assignment is pulling me in so many directions I feel like I am about to be ripped apart.
I don't even understand what I'm typing anymore. I don't even know if I should continue to bother. But I really really want to get this over with.
10% for arguably the toughest first assignment in relative to my other first assignments which carry more weightage. It's not about giving up. It's about being smart and balancing.
At this point of time, I really do not care if resorting to war is ever justified or not.
-alexeO-
I'm awake now at an undisclosed time, attempting to finish something which I have really not much idea how to, and the fact that it is a short assignment is pulling me in so many directions I feel like I am about to be ripped apart.
I don't even understand what I'm typing anymore. I don't even know if I should continue to bother. But I really really want to get this over with.
10% for arguably the toughest first assignment in relative to my other first assignments which carry more weightage. It's not about giving up. It's about being smart and balancing.
At this point of time, I really do not care if resorting to war is ever justified or not.
-alexeO-
Sunday, March 29, 2009
Blind Sponge
It's late, I'm sleepy, my head's throbbing, and so I guess it's time to blog.
I was downsizing the amount of texts in my phone just now from 2k to a mere one single text and reading them one by one briefly before deleting them made me feel like I was reliving the moments all over again.
From arrangements of Christmas eve plans to chinese new year greetings, to the planning of the final clubbing session in KL to the various goodbye messages from my friends,........... nuff' said. :/
If you ask me if I miss home, I would say I do. But is it affecting me so much that it is slowly killing me and eating me up from inside, no. So I'm good.. so far.
I am slowly starting to despise university and its implications on/upon me to be frank. It isn't a good feeling to feel but I can't help it. What is this strange obligation requiring me to wake up at times I do not want to wake up and research on issues I am not even remotely interested in? What is this unknown overpowering pressure weighing down on me each week which gets heavier and heavier as assignment periods beckon.
I always tell my friends facing similar situations like these to think of the finishing line. But my mind is so fogged up it is impossible to even imagine what the finishing line would look like. And what if I do NOT want to reach the finishing line? What if the finishing line isn't as glamorous and glorifying as I put it out to be? What if there are other better 'finishing lines' out there and I am running on a wrong path?
Screw that.
One of my lecturers look like a rock star. With metal hoop earrings and all. Philosophy lecturer on the ethics of global conflict. Awesome stuff. I guess it is only apt.
The tutor coincidentally can pass off as a typical ang moh aunty selling fish in the market. Believe me I was dubious at first but wow the stuff coming out from her and the way in which she conducts a tutorial. Respect.
I am also the only Asian in one of my classes. In fact, in the other classes I would probably be part of the <5% foreign students population in a lecture/tute. Not that it's surprising.. I kinda expected it already. Arts. Not because it's a party course wtf piss off but because it has all the outspoken people and most ang mohs are outspoken and articulate! Ok end of justification I am sick of it.
I am also starting to realise that I probably am having a better first semester studying in a foreign country than most people would probably have thanks to the friends I have already settled here. For hanging out with me, for bringing their friends to hang out with me, for 'taking care' of me, for supporting me in any way at all. Tankiu.
Praveen wants me to thank him for his cooking so here it is. Oh, and Andy too. So here it is again. Bryan wants a mention in this blog so here it is. Ok if I miss anyone out tell me.
This is neither Bryan nor Andy.
I am far from fake but I do wish sometimes I could lessen the amount of masks I put on each day.
I'll save the emo stuff (and other pictures) for next time.
Goodnight everybody.
-alexeO-
I was downsizing the amount of texts in my phone just now from 2k to a mere one single text and reading them one by one briefly before deleting them made me feel like I was reliving the moments all over again.
From arrangements of Christmas eve plans to chinese new year greetings, to the planning of the final clubbing session in KL to the various goodbye messages from my friends,........... nuff' said. :/
If you ask me if I miss home, I would say I do. But is it affecting me so much that it is slowly killing me and eating me up from inside, no. So I'm good.. so far.
I am slowly starting to despise university and its implications on/upon me to be frank. It isn't a good feeling to feel but I can't help it. What is this strange obligation requiring me to wake up at times I do not want to wake up and research on issues I am not even remotely interested in? What is this unknown overpowering pressure weighing down on me each week which gets heavier and heavier as assignment periods beckon.
I always tell my friends facing similar situations like these to think of the finishing line. But my mind is so fogged up it is impossible to even imagine what the finishing line would look like. And what if I do NOT want to reach the finishing line? What if the finishing line isn't as glamorous and glorifying as I put it out to be? What if there are other better 'finishing lines' out there and I am running on a wrong path?
Screw that.
One of my lecturers look like a rock star. With metal hoop earrings and all. Philosophy lecturer on the ethics of global conflict. Awesome stuff. I guess it is only apt.
The tutor coincidentally can pass off as a typical ang moh aunty selling fish in the market. Believe me I was dubious at first but wow the stuff coming out from her and the way in which she conducts a tutorial. Respect.
I am also the only Asian in one of my classes. In fact, in the other classes I would probably be part of the <5% foreign students population in a lecture/tute. Not that it's surprising.. I kinda expected it already. Arts. Not because it's a party course wtf piss off but because it has all the outspoken people and most ang mohs are outspoken and articulate! Ok end of justification I am sick of it.
I am also starting to realise that I probably am having a better first semester studying in a foreign country than most people would probably have thanks to the friends I have already settled here. For hanging out with me, for bringing their friends to hang out with me, for 'taking care' of me, for supporting me in any way at all. Tankiu.
Praveen wants me to thank him for his cooking so here it is. Oh, and Andy too. So here it is again. Bryan wants a mention in this blog so here it is. Ok if I miss anyone out tell me.
This is neither Bryan nor Andy.
I am far from fake but I do wish sometimes I could lessen the amount of masks I put on each day.
I'll save the emo stuff (and other pictures) for next time.
Goodnight everybody.
-alexeO-
Saturday, March 21, 2009
I Am Alex In Melbourne
Hi. This is me blogging for the sake of it.
Melbourne's so far so good, really, nothing more I can say.
The weather is a little strange undoubtedly but it's not something I have not expected before I came here.
The people are mostly nice, locals and other foreigners alike, it's all so far so good.
My apartment's not the best ever, not the largest, not the brightest, not the most welcoming even, but it is definitely pretty cozy and homey. My friends over here who have visited says it looks quite comfortable - I cannot agree more.
University does not seem easy at all, but I'm prepared for it. Lots to read, lots to do, lots to overcome, but I will do my hardest and try my best in every aspect of it. As much as my capabilities allow me to.
Commuting to university by train thus far does not seem very taxing at all. I am really getting used to walking to the train station which isn't very far away at all 30-40 minutes before my class, and travel for another 15-30 minutes to Caulfield where my campus is.
I like the travel somewhat. The in-between transitions. Allow me to reflect on many many things. And do some people-watching too. It's a good personal time I am cherishing every second.
I feel somewhat pressured to study harder this year. It could be the fact that it is my final year or the fact that I am in another country but whatever it is there is that obligation. Which I do not mind at all to be honest. If it takes something like that to kick me moving, then so be it.
But most importantly, I am having fun. It might pale in comparison to many of my peers who are here but I guess what's important is that I am enjoying my time here. I would guess and hope that the intensity of the 'fun' increases as I become more and more adapted to my life here and maybe by then I would have more exciting and positive things to say about this chapter of my life.
Of course, being me, there are plenty of things to be insecure about, to worry about, to think about.
But I am slowly realising that in time those things should and would become lesser each day and things like that could only benefit me in terms of my overall self-improvement. I'd look at it upon a whole new light.
There are many things which I would sit back and ponder how I would never get the chance to do or experience had I not come overseas this year. It is a very pleasurable, satisfying and mostly fulfilling feeling, knowing how much I am exposed to at this very relatively short period of time. It is honestly, very welcoming especially at this point of my life.
Truthfully, I believed and still believe many people overestimate those 'many things' that I am said to be blinded to or fogged off until now. Truth to be told, the extent of that is overly exaggerated and as impossible as it is to prove them now, I can only just say that I was more prepared than many thought I actually was.
I knew many of the 'new' things I had to face here earlier, and influenced by others or not, I have to say that I do surprise myself with the amount I know sometimes. Regardless, I cannot dispute still the amount of things I have learnt, done, or experience which were only made possible by my period of study here.
It has been a little over a month, maybe a week more, but I honestly feel like I have been here for many months long. I remember how the first relatively miserable week here made me feel like I was in Australia for ages already. I really could not believe that it had only been one week then. And now, a month plus, and as hard as it is to measure, I believe that I have matured a whole lot mentally and emotionally.
Living here can be especially strenuous if you are not careful. What keeps me going at the moment is the thought of home. The thought of graduating with reasonably good grades, and returning to my 'home' - family and friends - helps me to take it all in and move another step forward in the face of adversity.
And thus consequently, it is also that very idea that is pulling me away from the emotional sacrifice I ought to make if I want to continue staying here either for work or for my further studies. In other words, due to my constant longing and thought of home as a source of my motivation, I cannot see how I can stay any longer than my currently fixed period if ultimately what I am reaching for is the return to my home country and to my family and friends.
I guess that answer would suffice many people's queries if I would ever want to continue staying here after this year of my studies.
However, I will not rule out any change of heart throughout the year when I would naturally become more adapted to this chapter of my life.
I am afterall only but a moving wet sponge, constantly absorbing, and changing forms accordingly.
So I guess for now it is 1 month down, another 9 to go.
Bring it on.
So much for blogging for the sake of it.
-alexeO-
Melbourne's so far so good, really, nothing more I can say.
The weather is a little strange undoubtedly but it's not something I have not expected before I came here.
The people are mostly nice, locals and other foreigners alike, it's all so far so good.
My apartment's not the best ever, not the largest, not the brightest, not the most welcoming even, but it is definitely pretty cozy and homey. My friends over here who have visited says it looks quite comfortable - I cannot agree more.
University does not seem easy at all, but I'm prepared for it. Lots to read, lots to do, lots to overcome, but I will do my hardest and try my best in every aspect of it. As much as my capabilities allow me to.
Commuting to university by train thus far does not seem very taxing at all. I am really getting used to walking to the train station which isn't very far away at all 30-40 minutes before my class, and travel for another 15-30 minutes to Caulfield where my campus is.
I like the travel somewhat. The in-between transitions. Allow me to reflect on many many things. And do some people-watching too. It's a good personal time I am cherishing every second.
I feel somewhat pressured to study harder this year. It could be the fact that it is my final year or the fact that I am in another country but whatever it is there is that obligation. Which I do not mind at all to be honest. If it takes something like that to kick me moving, then so be it.
But most importantly, I am having fun. It might pale in comparison to many of my peers who are here but I guess what's important is that I am enjoying my time here. I would guess and hope that the intensity of the 'fun' increases as I become more and more adapted to my life here and maybe by then I would have more exciting and positive things to say about this chapter of my life.
Of course, being me, there are plenty of things to be insecure about, to worry about, to think about.
But I am slowly realising that in time those things should and would become lesser each day and things like that could only benefit me in terms of my overall self-improvement. I'd look at it upon a whole new light.
There are many things which I would sit back and ponder how I would never get the chance to do or experience had I not come overseas this year. It is a very pleasurable, satisfying and mostly fulfilling feeling, knowing how much I am exposed to at this very relatively short period of time. It is honestly, very welcoming especially at this point of my life.
Truthfully, I believed and still believe many people overestimate those 'many things' that I am said to be blinded to or fogged off until now. Truth to be told, the extent of that is overly exaggerated and as impossible as it is to prove them now, I can only just say that I was more prepared than many thought I actually was.
I knew many of the 'new' things I had to face here earlier, and influenced by others or not, I have to say that I do surprise myself with the amount I know sometimes. Regardless, I cannot dispute still the amount of things I have learnt, done, or experience which were only made possible by my period of study here.
It has been a little over a month, maybe a week more, but I honestly feel like I have been here for many months long. I remember how the first relatively miserable week here made me feel like I was in Australia for ages already. I really could not believe that it had only been one week then. And now, a month plus, and as hard as it is to measure, I believe that I have matured a whole lot mentally and emotionally.
Living here can be especially strenuous if you are not careful. What keeps me going at the moment is the thought of home. The thought of graduating with reasonably good grades, and returning to my 'home' - family and friends - helps me to take it all in and move another step forward in the face of adversity.
And thus consequently, it is also that very idea that is pulling me away from the emotional sacrifice I ought to make if I want to continue staying here either for work or for my further studies. In other words, due to my constant longing and thought of home as a source of my motivation, I cannot see how I can stay any longer than my currently fixed period if ultimately what I am reaching for is the return to my home country and to my family and friends.
I guess that answer would suffice many people's queries if I would ever want to continue staying here after this year of my studies.
However, I will not rule out any change of heart throughout the year when I would naturally become more adapted to this chapter of my life.
I am afterall only but a moving wet sponge, constantly absorbing, and changing forms accordingly.
So I guess for now it is 1 month down, another 9 to go.
Bring it on.
So much for blogging for the sake of it.
-alexeO-
Monday, March 16, 2009
My Mind Runs Havoc
It is too easy to start blaming things around you for your anxiety or unhappiness.
And that is why, rather than I start to have a go at my surroundings for my apparent self-construed 'problems', I will constantly tell myself to take the higher road, and learn to adapt to the alien world, over sitting down and whining over how the alien world is well, alien, and silently praying everyday to myself for it to lose its 'alien-ness' and become more like home.
Too easy and too lazy, I say.
Problems are constructions made up and constantly enforced by oneself upon themselves. Nothing is meant to be or already, there.
I just felt the exterior of my shell cracking a little.
-alexeO-
And that is why, rather than I start to have a go at my surroundings for my apparent self-construed 'problems', I will constantly tell myself to take the higher road, and learn to adapt to the alien world, over sitting down and whining over how the alien world is well, alien, and silently praying everyday to myself for it to lose its 'alien-ness' and become more like home.
Too easy and too lazy, I say.
Problems are constructions made up and constantly enforced by oneself upon themselves. Nothing is meant to be or already, there.
I just felt the exterior of my shell cracking a little.
-alexeO-
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Accuracy 90%
Your view on yourself:
Other people find you very interesting, but you are really hiding your true self. Your friends love you because you are a good listener. They'll probably still love you if you learn to be yourself with them.
The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:
You like serious, smart and determined people. You don't judge a book by its cover, so good-looking people aren't necessarily your style. This makes you an attractive person in many people's eyes.
Your readiness to commit to a relationship:
You are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right person. And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you might that person.
The seriousness of your love:
Your have very sensible tactics when approaching the opposite sex. In many ways people find your straightforwardness attractive, so you will find yourself with plenty of dates.
Your views on education
Education is very important in life. You want to study hard and learn as much as you can.
The right job for you:
You're a practical person and will choose a secure job with a steady income. Knowing what you like to do is important. Find a regular job doing just that and you'll be set for life.
How do you view success:
Success in your career is not the most important thing in life. You are content with what you have and think that being with someone you love is more than spending all of your precious time just working.
What are you most afraid of:
You are concerned about your image and the way others see you. This means that you try very hard to be accepted by other people. It's time for you to believe in who you are, not what you wear.
Who is your true self:
You are mature, reasonable, honest and give good advice. People ask for your comments on all sorts of different issues. Sometimes you might find yourself in a dilemma when trapped with a problem, which your heart rather than your head needs to solve.
*
Not too sure about the a lot of dates part, and to a certain extent, the education part.
You be the judge for the other parts.
If you're interested, click.
-alexeO-
Other people find you very interesting, but you are really hiding your true self. Your friends love you because you are a good listener. They'll probably still love you if you learn to be yourself with them.
The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:
You like serious, smart and determined people. You don't judge a book by its cover, so good-looking people aren't necessarily your style. This makes you an attractive person in many people's eyes.
Your readiness to commit to a relationship:
You are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right person. And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you might that person.
The seriousness of your love:
Your have very sensible tactics when approaching the opposite sex. In many ways people find your straightforwardness attractive, so you will find yourself with plenty of dates.
Your views on education
Education is very important in life. You want to study hard and learn as much as you can.
The right job for you:
You're a practical person and will choose a secure job with a steady income. Knowing what you like to do is important. Find a regular job doing just that and you'll be set for life.
How do you view success:
Success in your career is not the most important thing in life. You are content with what you have and think that being with someone you love is more than spending all of your precious time just working.
What are you most afraid of:
You are concerned about your image and the way others see you. This means that you try very hard to be accepted by other people. It's time for you to believe in who you are, not what you wear.
Who is your true self:
You are mature, reasonable, honest and give good advice. People ask for your comments on all sorts of different issues. Sometimes you might find yourself in a dilemma when trapped with a problem, which your heart rather than your head needs to solve.
*
Not too sure about the a lot of dates part, and to a certain extent, the education part.
You be the judge for the other parts.
If you're interested, click.
-alexeO-
Monday, March 02, 2009
"Hi, Nice to Meet You."
So I was like all geared up right, thinking about all these fascinating stories I would share with the world in my blog right here when I was on the train back to my apartment but as usual the all too familiar procrastination kicked in and now it's way too late to start my storytelling so I guess I have nothing to say now cause I'm becoming too sleepy and I have an early class tomorrow.
Goodnight.
-alexeO-
Goodnight.
-alexeO-
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