Something's wrong with me. I picked International Relations and Political Science as my electives for this semester. You would think that I'd pick Latin or Media Studies or some equally dazzling subject like that, but noooo... I should've done Chinese, improve my cacat Mandarin, ergh.

I felt like going for something to do with writing, but then again, my writing's bad. And I don't feel up to studying Australian literature anyway. Might as well pick something I know absolutely nothing about.

Oh shit, I do know nothing about International Relations and Political Science. Argh.. Okay, I'm scaring myself. Lalala.

Ahhh.. where to start? Let's start with university makes high school look like.. well, high school. :P O-week is making me feel like tearing my hair out is the best idea in the world.

Today was the maddest day. Market day is when loads of free stuff is given out, besides the usual con-artist stalls. So as you can imagine, it was full. People who don't attend my uni turned up to grab stuff. But I didn't get to do much cause from 10 till 3, I was stuck in seminars. Really boring ones. For lunch, I had watermelon, sitting on the stairs, waiting for another seminar to start. And as if that's not enough, the campus here is so fucking huge that I got lost too many times to remember. I don't like complicated maps. :(

You know what it's like seeing people from the past you thought you'd never see again and they're not exactly the people who brighten your day? Mmm... I'm making my day sound even better, aren't I? Well, I'm just hoping they don't end up in any of my classes. I don't even want to see them anywhere on campus. Farewells were said a long time ago, no hellos afer 3 months necessary to make my life worse, thanks.

Right now, I'm at Kassy's house. Finally moved here last night and I've got this nice, comfy room downstairs and the best part: it has a damn FAN! Woohoo! I love it! Had to change the sheets first though cause Ryan, Kassy's brother told me that he left sand and hair on it, because he seems to be molting. :P And there is a Japanese girl living here temporarily, as well as 2 Hong Kongese guys next door to me. They have no idea I speak Cantonese and I'm not about to let them know. Until... ;)

After this long day I have been conned joined the:

Borneo Students Association (with all the Taiwanese, Hong Kongese, etc, and they claimed to be the party society, I got sucked into it by one of my ex-seniors),

UQ Malaysian Students Association (Mamak Night, yay!),

Psychology Students Association (the most expensive at 7 bucks, I'd better get lotsa help from them!), and

Dance Club (the cheapest one at 2 bucks).

I just spent 20 bucks on what I suspect will prove to be... nothing worthwhile! Ripped off, just great. But anyway, I came back to the house and after going grocery shopping with Kassy's mom, Clare, I had yummy kaya and butter sandwich. Mmm, thanks Averdim! You're a lifesaver! I'm sorry one container terdied-ed. :( I still salvaged half of it that didn't go into the plastic bag and licked my fingers clean, yay!

Trinity has gone mad. I was joking that I should yell out to one of the Hong Kongese guys to marry me in Cantonese. And she liked that idea! She just kept telling me to do it! While I'm in a sarong. From the balcony. To their place in the garage. Tell me... what did you do with Trinity while I'm gone, huh?!

Alright, so that's what's been happening. It's as boring as it sounds. Oh, the guys just gave me chocolate. No, not just me, the entire house, alright? Argh, noooo, there goes my hard work of walking around my huge campus. Ah well, they're yummy Cadbury. :) Mmm...

Ooh, I can smell dinner! I know I'm not gonna lose weight this time around, just as usual!

My MSN Hotmail's dead. :( And I can't revive it cause I can't remember which US state I'm meant to be living in. So much for 250 MBs of space. What's the point if you can't even access the damn thing? And I've been using it for so many years now, arghhh.

Oh what the hell. I can't remember all you guys' email adds. :( Add now!

sapphira.tlx@hotmail.com

This is so fricking annoying.

Source: Petaling Street Hooligans - Hantu Bola

Man.... never piss a guy off over football. Lol. Especially when he's an avid Man U fan (and you're obviously NOT) and owns a football blog.

It's okay, Eyeris still likes me.

*runs away*

*and then comes back*

Woi, you laughed when Man U won the last time around, so my turn lah. :P Don't get bitchy (defies your BitchingLOG but I don't care), it's the time of month when I need some amusement to divert attention from the painnn, okay?

Hehe... Life's like that! ;)

I am in one piece in Brisbane and hating it. And uni hasn't even started. It's way too hot here. How can this place be hotter than Malaysia? And why is there an absence of fans? Maybe it's just my cousin's place (though I doubt it) but it's bloody strange. And stifling.

My flight was boring. This Aussie lady sat next to me (I took the window seat) and it was pretty hard for me to wake her up to tell her I needed the bathroom. In normal circumstances, if a person doesn't wake up after I tap them twice, I'd try to climb over them, but I was tired, she was just sprawled out on the seat and she's not typical Asian-sized (I'm trying to put it nicely. And yes, I realise I'm not Asian-sized myself :P) so it would have been pretty hard. :P

Remind me never again to sleep in weird positions in planes and drink coffee after juice cause I felt really sick for half the flight time that I was awake.

For refreshments (the second aeroplane meal), I got a bun with cheese, tomato and disgusting green pepper and another one with ham and cheese... or so I thought. Turns out that huge slab of cheese was... butter. What is wrong with the catering people?! Who in the world would slap on so much butter on a tiny piece of bread? It bloody tasted disgusting. Yes, I like butter, but that was wayyy overboard, so I scraped it off. Hard to do, when it was half frozen.

I really hate standing at the luggage carousel, watching the same bag going round and round for the 500th fucking time, and mine still doesn't show up. ArghhH!! And I hate that stupid immigration officer who examined my stuff. Don't you get the meaning of toiletry bag?? Why'd you have to open it, you sick bastard? Either you think I keep my undies in there or I'm sneaking in more food under the pretense of.. a toiletry bag.

Do me a favour and stop harassing people like me. I like my food. Let me have my food. I'm not gonna fucking PLANT my food, like you suspect I am. You opened my nice can of kuih kapits that looked better than the ones on the TV ad, and now if they go rotten, I am going to fricking curse you till I get home and eat enough of them to make me sick. I showed all that needs to be shown to you. Don't. open. the. rest. of. my. shit! Especially after I tell you there's nothing else! Fricking shithead.

Something's wrong with me. I'm more annoyed than ever, and this is my 5th trip to Brisbane for education purposes in a little over 2 years, with more to come.

Please tell me that there's a party happening soon.

Off to the airport in half an hour! Ohhh, I bet I'm gonna have trouble with my luggage (again) cause they probably weigh much more than I do. :( Fuckkk. Blame it on cookies, kaya (yes, Averdim, I'll sms you on whether they made the journey!), and... uh... the Malaysian Mega Sale (yeah, right) that made me go quite mad on retail therapy. *wince*

Thanks to Morbid Muse and Munak who smsed me before/during the game! Okay, before I sound like a heartless, evil bitch, I do feel sorry for Alan Smith. And I hope he gets better. Hey, he got applause from the rest of the Liverpool fans (unlike Neville), he has mine too. But anyway...

Liverpool WON!

Shhh... I'm savouring the goal in my head now... ;)

I'll be using my old number in Australia. Update you guys soon on everything.

It's Saturday morning.

Less than 24 hours before I fly off...

Please tell me this isn't true. :(

I think it still hasn't clicked somewhere in me that I am leaving tomorrow. Morning.

And I still haven't finished packing. Double joy.

These holidays have been mad fun. To all those who 'made an appearance'... okay, just let me try to remember your lovely faces... (I hope my memory doesn't fail me now!)

Trinity (lol, most definitely), Averdim, Jehan, Ye Leng (considering we didn't plan it!), Morbid Muse, Random Guy, Tachel, Brian, Uncles Andrew & Nick, Victor, Ivan, Shweita, Chanan, Scarey Chiang, Amanda, EmceeDavid, Howie, Jon Ling (yeah, you count!), Izzy, all the family members;

I'm going to miss you all a lot while I'm stuck in Brissy, argh, with exceptions to those who are gonna be stuck with me, lol.

Come to Brisbane and entertain me, you guys! :)