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| So lately I've been spending a lot of my days at the library, much to everyone's amazement. Like you should've seen their disbelieving eyes and dropped jaws when they hear the tale of Wing Hang being in the library.
WHAT, SO JUST BECAUSE I SAY STUPID THINGS AND WASTE MY TIME DOING STUPID THINGS MEANS I DON'T STUDY???!
You guys are harsh.
Proof - I kept looking over my shoulder because paiseh a bit if people walked past and saw me camwhoring haha
Heh.
Okay la, the real reason why I've been hanging out at the library (I say this as though it's the latest trend here) is simply because of well, the air cond. Now before you guys go ahead and judge me for being a bimbo, I am going to tell you that ITS BLOODY HOT HERE.
40 degrees hot. It's so hot, you sweat buckets the moment you leave your house. So hot, that really, you just feel like bursting out in tears and shaking your fists towards the sky asking God why He let you go through such misery.
Ok I exaggerate. But you get what I mean.
I never realized how much I took for granted what I had back home. Everyone complains about how hot Malaysia is but really, I am quite looking forward to the weather back home. Back home, I had an air cond that I misused mercilessly. I drove everywhere; I stayed in air conditioned places.
HERE I have a fan. Which is pretty much useless because it blows hot air, and in case you didn't notice, it really kinda defeats the purpose. I walk everywhere, and I err, don't have friends to go out with to air conditioned places.
Okay lies I am popular people like me I have the magnificent number of 5 friends (beat that you suckers!) but everyone is being just as annoying as I am and is opting to stay home instead because again, the hassle of going out is too troublesome. That, or they use the gay reason that they want to study. HELLO GUYS. NO ONE ACTUALLY STUDIES DURING SWOT WEEK.
Okay maybe that's just me. Crap I need to get my priorities straight.
And oh the flies. The flies! DON'T GET ME STARTED ON THE FLIES.
(too late)
I TELL YOU. Everyday as I leave / enter the house, it's like a freaking war zone. There are about (I swear for real) 30 flies at the hallway that leads to my house and they are all buzzing around. So every day, I have to meticulously plan my escape / entering the house so that none of them follow me in. It's not so bad when I'm leaving the house, but disgusting when I'm entering. My front door is a bit retarded so instead of normal doors where people do their thing, turn the door knob and enter the house, I have to turn the key and the door knob together and push all 100 kgs of me (lies, I am fat but not THAT fat people!!! I hope ) against the door to open it which gives enough time for the flies to settle down and follow me in.
Sometimes the flies manage to sneak in and I swear flies bring out the worst in me. Flies, and chocolate cake. But that's a story for another day. So yes, I usually leave them alone like you know, mutualism. I let you live, you don't bother me, everyone wins! But no. Instead of practicing mutualism these damn flies turn parasitic and bug the living hell out of me. (who says I dont study? Good incorporation of bio terms :D) They buzz near your ears, hover around your face, they fly to your mouth. Yesterday I was doing my work and I felt something against my hair and I quickly brushed whatever it was away and then I saw something black fly scarily close to my mouth and I started screaming. When I calmed down and realized it wasn't a giant black cockroach that I conjured up in my head, but instead a pesty fly, I got really angry. I started chasing the fly around my room trying to get it out of my room and finally succeeded after like, 2 minutes. By then I was a bit sweaty already and I just showered so I got even more angry.
I told you, flies bring out the worst in me.
(I also sound like one of those people with anger management issues)
I've come up with this ridiculous notion in my head that I was going to lose weight during this period. I hear multiple stories of people stressing out, not sleeping and not eating, just to study and after a month they pop out skinny as a stick. Also looking disgusting with bad eye bags but hey, you can't have it all in life man. So I try to psycho myself out and attempt to put unnecessary stress on myself so that I errr get stressed and stop eating but as you can tell I obviously failed. Not only am I the least stressed person in the world, I also love my junk food too much to give it up.
SEDIH!!!
Looks like I am going to remain fat for life :(
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| You know, the post you write a few days after you turn a year older to thank everyone for the birthday wishes, because then it'll just seem ungrateful if you didn't. And you wouldn't want people to think that now, would you?
So you write the obligatory thank you post. Along with a status on facebook, and on twitter. Because not everyone reads your blog (sigh the cost of being a loser) and might not have gotten the message, and then they'd just think that you were being ungrateful (refer to paragraph above).
Heh.
But seriously though, thank you guys for all the wishes! And I say this with the utmost sincerity, not just because I'm (sorta) obligated to. Your wishes made me feel very loved and special - the way every girl should feel on her birthday. And rest assured, none of the calls, messages or even facebook wall posts went unappreciated. I may not be the best person in the world but I've certainly got friends that are. ♥
Birthdays were and never will be a big deal (sorry future boyfriend), but for some unknown reason I was really, really really dreading my birthday. I guess it was the combination of homesickness, and all the self pity I had pent up for myself (damn girls and all their emotions) that made me dread my nineteenth. That, amongst other things. But needless to say, I was pleasantly surprised and enjoyed my day tremendously. It's just one of those days where everything seemed to fall into place. I may not have gotten my birthday wish granted this year, but it was definitely better than I could've wished for.
I started my day off with me bring grumpy. Which is pretty much how I start off all my days actually, because I am not a morning person. But I digress. So yes, I woke up grumpy because I was woken up by a call - a call I didn't even manage to pick up on time. I saw other missed calls, which not only made me grumpier but also made my over imaginative and paranoid mind start stressing out, because I only worry about shallow things like missed calls and who dates whom.
(JOKE I WORRY ABOUT SERIOUS THINGS TOO)
So yes I started stressing out because I didn't know what to do. Should I call them back?? No, then it'll just sound like I'm calling them to make them wish me happy birthday. Okay then cancel that out. Then I do what? Message them la ask them whats up. Er no, then they would know that you're playing dumb and playing dumb is not cool when someone calls your bluff. Oh. Okay then do what? You ask me I ask who?
DAMN IT RIGHT SIDE WHY CAN'T YOU GIVE ME ANSWERS!! yells the left side of my brain.
Oh and to make matters worse I got calls from anonymous numbers as well. Which then made me even more stressed out because I was convinced that it was my Prince Charming calling to wish me happy birthday and because I never picked up I crossed out all chance of us being together to have little prince and princess Charmings.
Ah, this is just a preview of what goes on in my head. You can tell that I am obviously very deluded and in need of a boyfriend, haha.
And because it's been a while, this shall be a vomit post.
More photos on facebook for the curious that have nothing better to do.
Ahh, sekarang kamu tengok gambar ketiga (yes saya buat kamu scroll all the way ke atas), nama dia computer kaki (laptop; saya terlupa perkataan it dalam BM sorry BM saya fail) lelaki saya sangat sangat suka dia bila saya dalam semester pertama saya. Setiap kali saya tengok dia dalam kimia lecture hati saya berdedup dedup sangat kuat. And nama dia computer kaki lelaki kerana saya selalu tengok dia dengan laptop dia. Hence saya memberi dia nama itu. Its way cooler than nama benar dia anyway. Dan dia ABC! If you didn't know last time saya sangat suka ABC kerana ada combination dua dua : orang cina tetapi orang putih.
Hensem tak? Saya put my stalker skills to good use and ambil gambar dia once (saya tahu la sangat scary but judge not) and hantar gambar dia kepada Justin, Kaylee, Jing and U-Jean. Semua ada positive feedback! Well saya terlupa apa Justin dan U-Jean kata and Jing kata tidak handsome tetapi we all know that Jing itu jealous dan ada sedikit issue - cannot blame him its the JB blood in him (JOKE) tetapi from Kaylee ada positive feedback! And lets face the facts the only one whose opinion matters in the list above was Kaylee anyway haha.
I kid, I kid.
Tetapi malangnya infatuation itu wore off the moment saya berkenalan dengan dia. KENAPA SETIAP KALI MACAM ITU! Lelaki perfect from afar tetapi bila kenal it just turns out to be a big flop.
SEDIH!
Ah, ini adalah little facts about Wing Hang that you didn't know. Saya sudah mengenalkan kamu lust crush Australia pertama saya jadi kamu tidak boleh kata saya tidak update you guys dengan my stories!
And kamu yang sedang berfikir, aha, kenapa gambar dia semua dengan orang sama? Aiyah sorry la says sudah cakap saya tak ada kawan la kamu tidak trust.
Okay this blog post has been long enough for my blog to remain untouched until december. :) cannot say I don't update my blog anymore!
xx
p.s. SAYA TAHU SAYA SUDAN GEMUK LA SHUT UP. | | |
| Just a quickie before I jet off to gobble up 1000 calories and put on 10 pounds at Max Brenner's. Today's my last day in Melbourne and at the risk of sounding shallow leaving Melbourne will be one of the hardest things I've done so far in life (among other things). It's not that Adelaide is a bad place to be, really I've grown rather attached to the place, its just the thought of leaving and everything it represents here that depresses me. Melbourne has been dubbed as my 'happy place' for the past week and leaving my happy place makes me well, not happy.
Leaving would mean facing reality i.e. my staggering amount of assignments due, the amount of weight I've put on in the past week, etc.
I am going to bring back 3 dozen of krispy kremes back, oh you wait and see. I'll be the fat chick carrying 3 boxes of krispy kreme at the airport, the one with the overstuffed hand luggage because she is too kiam to pay 10 bucks more for 10 kg.
Wave if you see me.
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|     The succession of photos above attempt to explain how I got so excited when I found out that we get free ice cream toppings at Copenhagen's. And its not the cheap pasar malam toppings either, its quality toppings. So not only are the ice creams massive and nicer here, to top it (unintended pun! haha) we also get free toppings. As you can see from photo 2, I got distracted by the fudge and forgot I was being photographed despite only asking Melody to snap a photo of me 15 seconds before. Also, you can tell from my pei face that I was obviously close to achieving orgasm when I saw the caramel fudge on my ice cream cone. You can see how happy I am in photo 3, free food and caramel toppings, really, I cannot ask for more. I won't say how many times I went back for more because then you'd realize how shameless I really am, although I'm pretty sure you already do because I'm Chinese and Malaysian and we all know that Chinaysians = stingy and kiam to the max. And photo 4 is just an excuse to post up a photo of me because I am narcissistic and self absorbed that way, haha. Also made up Chinaysians, does the word really exist? Subconsciously typed it out and mentally applauded myself for combining the two words that explained my ethnicity into such a nice sounding word. And by exist I mean in manglish and not proper english, because 70% of the words I use have been manglish-fied in one way or another. I think I'm quite easy to please, don't you think? | | |
|  Would you attack said girl in photo above?? (photo taken moments after incident for the purpose of blogging) The story of how I got attacked by a bird for the first time.
It was approximately 1.15 pm, when I was leaving church to go home instead of going out to lunch. HOHO, little did I know that such a small change in decision would cause me my scariest head-on experience so far, not to mention almost making me shit in my pants at a fully grown age of 18 and a half. After saying my goodbyes, I left church and was walking towards my sister's car when I suddenly felt something against my head. So like any normal person I turned behind, ready to yell at the idiot that messed up my hair (hey, I am an aggressive person) when I saw it. A bird. The bird.  Rough position of me and demonic attacker. I was about 45 seconds into my 3 minute walk to the car, so the bird spent a good 2 minutes chasing and scaring the shit out of me. I've heard stories of my friends being attacked by birds. Ironically, just ten minutes before, a friend was telling me about a blackish white bird that attacked her earlier that morning, and I remember laughing when she told me. Dumbass karma. Laugh only what must come back and bite (or in this case attack) me in the ass meh??! So there was the bird, and it kinda looked like a crow except with white patches, and I was like, you bastard! (in my thoughts of course, because everyone knows that talking to animals is a sign of insanity) when I realized that it was the two legged flying animal that attacked me. But okay la, still chilling. I was ready to laugh it off as a funny experience, you know, to tell everybody EH GOT BIRD SWOOP AT ME TODAY. But by this point I was a bit scared already la so I increased my speed, looking tentatively over my shoulder every 5 seconds.  Photo obviously not the same attacker, but similar in appearance. Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw the bastard (whom had landed) start flying again............... towards me. So I was like SHIT la, and ducked and ran as fast as I could when I felt the bird touch (?) my head again. By this time I was freaking out like mad already. I turned around to locate my attacker, this time really I swear close to shitting in my pants, to see the crow thing staring back at me with its black beady eyes and sharp, sharp pointy beak. It's just like the staring competitions we play. You know, to see who gives up first. Beady eyes v.s. slanty eyes. Chink v.s. bird. Human v.s. animal. Bird -2, Human -0. :( So then it starts flying towards me again. Flying an understatement, more like CHARGING towards me lor. And really, this time I went all out la. Like, I really couldn't care less how I looked to other people already. BIRD CHASING YOU STILL WANT TO LOOK ALL PRIM AND PROPER MEH. So I ran la. Ran like a complete idiot. Ducked as low as I could and ran towards my sister's car. Ducking and running and keeping an eye out for psychotic birds not an easy task okay. Crow still chasing me all the while. Reached my sister's car. Tried opening the door. Old car la, no tee-tit automatic thing. Must open with key. Fumbled like mad. Took 100 million years to open the door. Also had to do it standing up, because well I am fat and cannot fit in between two cars bending down. So the crow, taking advantage of my stagnant standing up position, decided to swoop at me one last time. BUT THIS TIME I PRO. Crow noob. I saw it coming, so I waited until the last second to duck, and the bird missed me. HAHAHA. Human - 1, Bird - 2. I finally managed to open the door and sat in the car for a full five minutes trying to make sure I didn't die of a heart attack. End of crow story.I came home to google it, and apparently Australian birds are known to swoop / attack / chase people, especially if they feel threatened and want to ward of intruders. That I understand, BUT HELLO? I WAS WALKING ON THE ROAD LOR. YOUR NEST ON THE ROAD IS IT??! NEVER THROW ROCK AT YOU NEVER EVEN GO NEAR YOUR NEST LOR YOU ATTACK ME FOR WHAT??" Most birds swoop only during the nesting and rearing period. They are only trying to protect their territory, nests, eggs and young. Most swooping behaviour is a form of bluffing. Birds rarely make contact when swooping."
Birds rarely make contact when swooping.
HELLO THEN WHAT WIND AH THAT TOUCHED MY HEAD TWO TIMES??!
More information here. So all in all, a very scary experience. Moral of the story? Always go out for lunch after church. | | |
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