Last night:

Outrageous amount of food.
Heat.
Strangers and friends.
Stars.
Little connections.
Migrate.
Drinking games.
Break.
Unprecedented events.
Regret.
More escape.
Sleep.
Sunlight in the eyes.
Clean.
Make-do breakfast.
Tired.
Russian poker.
Balcony.
Travel home.
High.

It doesn't matter that nothing makes sense; it hasn't for awhile now.

You told me to wait for you. I nodded. I had been sitting there for the past 20 minutes, not eager to get home to face my assignments; why the hell not? I sipped more water, washing down my latte and sinful chocolate mud cake, listening to the Spanish music. Funny. It was one of the rare occasions that I didn't feel the need to space out to my iPod's list of emo music. You smiled and asked a few questions. I answered.

I was dressed in a top I had worn the night before and the jeans that had dirt marks on them. I had slipped from the oil in the basement and I looked the messiest I have ever been seen in public. I felt the need to run out, buy that dress I have wanted for so long, and change. Come back. Settle in my seat again. Get another latte. Just sit there while time passes, looking at the strangers walking up and down the street.

I glanced at my watch a few times. You told me I could leave if I had to. I smiled and said, "It's okay." I daydreamed of the people who have walked in and out of my life as my eyes glazed over the saucers that your colleague was stacking. At one point, I didn't hear what you said to me until your colleague stared at me and pointed back at you. I was a bit startled, and told you you were being real funny.

Finally, you were done with the cash. I asked if you wanted to catch a movie, but you just shrugged and asked me to go for a walk with you. Your boss told you you smelled again, making me laugh. The scent of cologne. I paid my bill and you whispered that you had given me a discount. I smiled and said thanks and we walked out of the cafe.

Almost immediately, you lighted up a cigarette. I asked where we were going, and you said, "Just a walk." I don't remember what we talked about now. You said hello to so many people along that one street. It was very strange. You asked about a new job. I refused your offer of a cigarette. We continued walking.

You asked if it was strange that we have another coffee and I said no. So we sat at another cafe; this time, you were sitting opposite me. You told me more bits and pieces of your fascinating life. Somehow, fascinating seems like an understatement. I felt like a complete child as we talked, even if the age gap between us is so tiny. You have seen and done so much. Business. I will learn to hate that word.

You complained about my latte. I complained about how sweet the one you made was. You surprised me when you told me about your parents. We talked about uni. I still couldn't believe what you had done. I tried to persuade you to go back, even if it's only to study one subject per semester. You shook your head and lighted another cigarette. You had smoked about 5 by then.

You put out your cigarette because you knew it irked the man behind us. We left the cafe. You wanted to satisfy your inner child: video games. Men. I watched you compete against a few people and they all lost. I lost to you in Daytona. I refused to play any more. We sat outside Gloria Jean's with your friend as both of you lighted up. I said hello to a friend you knew. I relucantly began to believe your statement that you knew a lot of people.

Your friend left. You said hello to more people as we walked to the bus-stop. You disappeared into the cafe for a minute and suddenly, there was a hand on my lower back. You smiled back at me and told me you had to go. Business. I didn't want to know. I probably still don't now. You gave me a hug as you promised to call. I told you that you'd better not be feeding me crap.

"Nice to meet you."

"You too."

Nick says:
how was work?
Nick says:
tiring?
sapphira says:
yup
sapphira says:
it was a pain in the arse
sapphira says:
i can't wait to go again tomorrow =P

sapphira says:
i just kept waking up
sapphira says:
i dreamt that i was late for work
sapphira says:
i suddenly woke up in the middle of the night for no reason
sapphira says:
i woke up at 7 and thought i was late for work
sapphira says:
i got a call at 8ish from my supervisor asking me if i know i'm scheduled to work
sapphira says:
i was like, wtf, no one wants me to sleep
sapphira says:
lol

sapphira says:
i came home, took a shower, and slept
sapphira says:
funny thing is when i woke up, i thought it was the next day and i had to go to work again
sapphira says:
i was like, fuckkk

Soon, I'll do one of those dramatic toss-my-apron-visor-down-and-scream-"I QUIT!" :P Well, I've found a new telemarketing job that hires people 24/7 and pays almost twice as much, but I want to stick to my current job just to see what else I can pick up. It's not that I'm learning to make sushi (though I learnt how to make wasabi today, lol); I'm just interested to know how it all works behind the counter.

Though I think I've had enough. Yeah, after 3 shifts. :P

I went to my Statistics tutorial today and I was placed in a group with 3 other people: a girl whom I think has an Indian background but must be Australian born, a girl whose voice had a certain nasal quality and fidgetted a lot and a guy who has a slight lisp, and he's one of the few who actually answers questions posed by our tutor. Since it was a democracy to vote for who would answer our group question, we all pointed to the guy. :P As we tried to figure out what the hell confidence intervals were, we pretty much looked expectantly at the guy.

Indian girl: Yeah, you can do it. I heard from the other girls you're like a super nerd.

Guy: (smiles) Well, I study all day. I have nothing else to do.

Me: WHAT! You study all day!?!

Guy: Yeah, I do. I've totally given up on TV. It's not productive.

Me: (thinks) Someone kill him. Now. He dissed the idiot box.

We continued on with a worksheet but I was still disturbed by what he said.

Me: I can't believe you said you have nothing else to do!

Guy: Well, I do go out sometimes when my friends call me.

Indian Girl: Are your friends all super nerds as well?

Guy: Err.. no. We're a mixed group.

Indian Girl: Oh.

Guy: Most of my friends live in the Sunshine Coast anyway. So basically I do nothing while I'm here (in Brisbane) but study and go to uni.

Me: ....

I may regret partying a little too much, but I sure as hell would be tormented if I have done no partying since I have started uni this year!

And to think that this guy just turned 18. Pfft. What a colourful life.

Last night, I downloaded the entire Wicker Park soundtrack upon watching the movie again and I love it. I swear, it's music for the soul. When I listen to it, I just feel like lying down with my eyes closed, and the thoughts naturally come and go.

Here's my favourite few from the compilation:

Stereophonics: Maybe Tomorrow
Mazzy Star: Flowers in December (If I'm not mistaken, their vocalist is Corrine Bailey Rae, who sings 'Another Rainy Day'. Either that or their voices are way similar!)
Coldplay: The Scientist (because I don't like the cover version included in the album)

Haunting Instrumentals:

Mum: We All Have A Map of The Piano
Mogwai: I Know You Are But What Am I

Different Vocals:

+/-: All I Do
Aqualung: Strange and Beautiful (also listen to their 'Take Me Home')

And the other tracks I find amazing:

Lifehouse: Everybody is Someone
Snow Patrol: How To Be Dead

The whole album is a great listen, so try to get it and listen in sequence. As you relax to it, I recommend you read this: Fix You, by Otto. Despairingly beautiful. The ultimate touch is the last part of the post; even if you already know it, read it.

I hope I can make Food For Soul entries weekly. Some of you might think it's just a flashy name for my emo words, but just remember that what feeds my soul might be entirely different from what feeds yours.

Today, I'll introduce the family I live with here in Brisbane:

The Dad is John, who's a scientist in Zimbabwe. He works with farmers and his latest achievement is having the big fertiliser companies sell their goods in smaller bags so that small farmers can afford them. He's around for 2 weeks or so every quarter of the year.

The Mom is Clare. Her job circulates around the house, and she travels a lot to the Gold Coast and Toowoomba to visit her parents. She cooks very well, and likes buying anything from the supermarket that can be frozen (hence the extra freezer in the laundry area); it's a habit I haven't gotten used to yet, since my family back home loves meals with fresh ingredients.

The Big Bro is Ryan. He studies economics in my university and can be spotted at the Regatta or the Royal Exchange on weekends, two of the main night spots in Brissy. I suspect he wants to become Tucker Max, even if he confessed one drunken night that he cannot drink as much as TM.

The Big Sis is Kassy, also the reason why I'm living here. I met her in January two years ago when I first started studying at boarding school. She was new as well, and is now one of my closest friends. She's a sports-holic, and I doubt there's any sports she can't excel in. She's now attending a boarding school in France. Her birthday is a day after my older brother's.

The Lil' Bro is Hayden. He's a nerd, literally. I'm quite sure he'll top his year, again. When he's not studying, he's on his computer. I like to tell people that I live with him, but I almost never see him in the house, cause he's either in his room or out with his friend/girlfriend. If he's not eating bread, he's eating cereal. This family has so many boxes of cereal that they stow them in their rooms as well.

The Lil' Sis is Jo. Turning 14 and she has a model's height. She does go for interviews for modelling jobs, I believe. She likes to think of herself as a comedian, and sometimes she does strange things, like pinching me for no reason or saying random things. Her birthday's a day after my younger brother's. Yes, I do think it's strange the way the girls' birthdays work in pattern with my brothers' birthdays.

The other two students who live in the garage ala bedroom are Eddie and Magic. They're from Hong Kong and on the weekends, they live at their aunt's. I have disliked Magic ever since he complained to his mom in HK about me and Ryan surfing the Internet in the garage, who then proceeded to complain to his aunt, and she sounded Clare for that. I now have no patience with him and one night, I snapped at him at the dinner table when he was joking about.

Yup, include me, and we're the occupants of that townhouse. :)

Ooh, I watched the match last night! Well, I was meant to go with Ali and Tristin to a party at a suburb a fair distance away from where I live, but I complained about missing out on the match. So the guys agreed that we should try to go to the pub instead.

The dilemma, of course, is that I'm not of age. :P Ali's 18, and Tristin's 19.

Pig and Whistle is an English style bar and restaurant, and the guys thought that maybe we could go to the restaurant, have a bit of food, and then proceed to the bar, where the matches would be shown. We left to have dinner, but I bumped into a woman who used to work at my uncle's restaurant. I never used to like her, but I thought, no harm in talking to her. She asked me what I was doing in there, and I told her that I was going to watch the match with my friends. Then she asked me how old I was and I stupidly told her. She replied that I couldn't be there then and to look for somewhere else. Shit.

Now I hate her even more. Grrr...

So we head to a pizza place that always shows football on their wide screen. Turns out they're really DVDs, not live matches. Damn. The guys had a Subway dinner and then we went to La Dolce Vita, the Italian place with the sinful hot chocolate. They don't have cable TV. Double damn. Final try: the city. Queen Street Mall.

We finally chose the Pig and Whistle and since they didn't check ID, I was fine. Phew. We sat down and then Ali recognised a Russian guy that used to study at my old school. He was there with another guy and he bought us beers. Yes, I will update my drinking log. :) Ali got them to change the channel and for the first 10 minutes of the game, it was r & b music on the speakers. Then they switched on the commentary and the whole pub cheered. Haha.

Lots of Man U fans, very few Chelsea fans. The Russian guys were sticking with Chelsea because of the gazillionaire, so Ali made a bet with them. First goal and loser buys a jug. Naturally, Ali lost. So one more jug comes our way, and Ali bought a Malibu and Coke for him and Tristin. I got half, yay! I remember Ali buying another jug as well. Then an African dude joins us and he's a Manchester fan. Too bad he's a loud one.

Some memorable things he shouted:

'They pay you so much for nothing!' - referring to Rio Ferdinand

'Chelsea players are so fat! They can't run!' - Russian guys retaliated that they may be fat but they can score goals.

'I'm not supporting them' - referring to Man U after the 3rd goal from Chelsea. I hate glory-seekers. :P For the record, I did not start supporting Liverpool when I thought they were winning. The reason why I started supporting them is stupid, really. I can't say Redknapp had nothing to do with it. ;)

A minor sitting next to the loudest guys in the pub that's located in the middle of the street mall downing beers. Lovely. Lol. Well, I was rooting for Man U to win this one. I don't think Man U did badly; I just think Chelsea played exceptionally well. It was fun to watch everyone just groan and laugh at the extra commentary from the African guy as well as the Russians' retaliations. Well, at the end of the game, I made the Russian guys buy us another jug since Chelsea had won. Silly, really, considering it should come from the Man U supporters, but ah, it worked. ;) Anyway, I believe I've found my new football hideout. It's either this place or Jimmy's. Jimmy's is second choice because their speakers are busted and I reckon half the game is missing when there's no commentary. :P

Watching football in a pub is goodddd...