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I am back in Malaysia which means less money spent in Australia right? Not at all!!! Freaking house rent, phone bill, handphone bill, internet bill and gas bill all came at once! I think I paid about a total of...
AUD1000!
Isn't this ridiculous?
My mum told me that the LDP toll is increasing to RM2.40 from next year onwards! That's like an increase of 80 cents! 80 cents are damn a lot okay! I usually go through the toll twice for each trip which means a total of RM1.60! If I use the toll and everyday and the price never raise I can buy my Gucci wallet in 1187.5 days! =P
Aiyooooo.... Want to increase the toll price go increase at some other tolls lar! Why must increase price of the ONLY toll I often take? How sweet?!!! Money grow from trees is it? Increase increase increase! *roll eyes*
Nah! Fake one I have lar!
'Noooo!! Not scuba diving... I am talking about Sky Diving!'
That was a crazy thought a bunch of 20 years old kids had. And the bunch of 20 years old kids I am talking about is my friends and I. =D We used to suggest everything on Earth but never get our hearts into doing it. Finally we had something done that is sky diving.
I made the decision to jump of the plane in quite a short time. My friend messaged me about it and wanted me to make the decision by next few days. Every decision made was so quick I did not even have time to prepare myself and the day of jump has arrived.
After a journey of more than an hour we finally arrived at the place. Hmmm... There were so many houses and shops around I wondered how the heck we were going to dive! I doubted that we were going to land on the houses! Were we? Ha! We actually went to the office of the diving school instead on the diving ground! Gosh!! It took us another two hours drive to the diving ground, Euroa.
Cleared sky and open air land. This place looked more like a place to dive!
*dup dup* *dup dup* *dup dup*
My heart beat was racing up quickly once I stepped out from the car. My thought was, 'What the hell are you thinking jumping off the plane?' We registered ourselves at the counter and there were tonnes of paper work to do! Filling in your details... health conditions... yadda yadda yadda... and signing the 'death' form stating that it will not be anyone responsibility EXCEPT your own if any accidentals happen! I hate signing that form! Geez! I don't plan to die okay!
There were nine of us diving that day, so it took a bloody long time for each and every one of us to dive! Because there were only two tandems (the instructor who jumps with you) which means each time only two us could dive. Time needed to gear you up. Then you have to ride at least 20 minutes up to the intended height before the jump. The jump itself takes another 10 minutes. In total each jump takes about 40 minutes!
I was so sick of waiting all my adrenaline rushing through my blood vessels were gone. Instead of 'OMG! I am gonna jump soon!', it was more like 'OMG! When can I jump?'
After a freaking long wait, it was finally my turn! I was all geared up with the jump suit and harness. There was a short briefing on what you should do while you were diving. Oh... I took the video package thingy to capture every moment of my dive. It was quite embarassing actually because there was this part of interviewing about how I felt. All I said was... 'OMG!!! I am excited!' Blekzzz...
Fuh... That 20 minutes ride in the plane up to 10,000 feet was long! The longest ride I ever took! The adrenaline which was far gone suddenly came back rushing through every inch and corner of my blood vessels! My heart beat was raised to 10-folds! It became *dupdupdupdupdupdupdup*! Every foot the plane went up, the pressure and the temperature dropped. My hands were so cold I felt as though my fingers were dropping off!
The pilot indicating the right moment to jump, 'In five...'
*gulp*
'Four...'
*gulp*'Three... Two...'
*gulp* *gulp*
'One!'
*gulp* *gulp* *gulp*
The 'door' (more like a piece of cloth) of the plane was lifted up and my eyes FREAKING POPPED OUT! We were at such a FREAKING HIGH from the ground! One of the sky divers jumped off the plane and my heart beat raised 100-folds! Without noticing, my tandem has already pushed me out of the plane and my legs were dangling in the air!
I said it out LOUD, 'OMG!!! OMG!!! OMG!!!'
Before I could finished my fourth 'OMG!', I was dived out from the plane at 220km/h!
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
That was all I freaking did! I freaking screamed from the moment I jumped! OMG!!!!!!!!!!!! The feeling was incredible, unbelievable, astonishing, fantastic, implausible...! Being able to free fall for only 10 seconds (which felt longer than that) felt so FREE! There was no 'heart-jumping-out-feeling' like those you experienced from roller coaster! All I could feel was nice free feeling! It wasn't a tiny bit scary at all! Serious! No lies!
After the ten seconds free fall, it took quite some time to parachute down to the ground. My tandem made us twirl and twirl and twirl I nearly felt like puking! But thank god I took motion sickness pill before this! Another great experience from the parachuting was I get to enjoy the scenery which streched all the way to the horizon. So breathtaking!
And... I was back to the ground! Woohooo!
The dive from 10,000 feet at 220km/h marked my 21st.
P/S: There are ZERO comments in my last entry. *sob* Help me by leaving a comment PUHLEEEZEEE *down on my knees*
Have you tried clicking on the links I put it under "Read This Too!!"? There is this particular link, Ubean which is a blog belongs to Bean. I reckon that it has been a very super freaking long time since he updated his last entry. His last update was... hmm... ermmm... too long ago to be remembered. =P His blog is so dead I demanded him to update his freaking blog. Bean said that he will ONLY update his blog if I receive FIVE COMMENTS for this entry.
If you feel that is time for him to update his blog... PLEASE leave a comment here.
If you are feeling so sick that each time you visit his blog all you see is 'Its still slavery'... PLEASE leave a comment here.
If you want to know what Bean's thoughts are on my last entry about 'Will you date someone without a car?' (he has the total opposite thoughts from me!)... PLEASE leave a comment here.
If you are Bean's friend reading this entry... PLEASE leave a comment here.
If you are my friend reading this entry... PLEASE leave a comment here.
If you happen to read this entry... PLEASE leave a comment here.
I am PLEADING to each and everyone of you to leave a comment here!
All I need is FIVE COMMENTS!
PLEASEEEEE!!!!! *doe eyes*
P/S: Woohoo... I am back to civilization! Bought myself a modem from The Curve! =D
Car (occasionally lorry) has been a main source of transportation for me since I was born. Since young I am used to being fetch around by my dad, Panjang (my dad's worker who sadly is not working with my dad anymore), my brother or even my friends. When I hit the age of 18, I owned a driving license. My dad then bought me a car (Yes... my daddy loves me very much!) and since then I have been driving myself everywhere. Also having the privilege of being driven by Bean. Everywhere seems more convenient when you have a car.
You may say why not try taking the public transport? In Melbourne I will say, 'why not?' But in Kuala Lumpur... I guess you better kill me. Eh... in K.L, the public transport may take you to the designated place provided you take another 30 minutes walk lar...
Yesterday Bean and I was having this hypothetical question. We love to give each other hypothetical questions and argue about it.
So the question is...
'Will you date someone without a car?'
When a car is so important to you in your life, will your answer be a 'yes'?
As for me, the answer will be a plain 'No'. Call me materialistic. Call me pampered. Call me spoilt. My answer will still remain as a 'No!' To me, car is a necessity NOT a luxury. My question was 'Will you date someone without a car?' not 'Will you date someone without a LUXURIOUS car?'. So how does that make me a materialistic person? Car is just a basic need in life. Yes... I admit I am someone who has a certain expectations in life. I don't think that is very wrong! Therefore, one person should always work to achieve their expectations and not waiting for it to fall from the sky.
Bean said, 'If you love that person UNCONDITIONALLY you wouldn't mind at all'
Ermmm... this is kinda back to the first question. If you already opt for dating someone with a car, the only people you will be dating WILL already have a car. So the above is not really applicable. =P
So do you girls have the same thought as me? Is this what you call 'materialistic'? Or do you believe that LOVE is everything? As long as you have each other you do not need anything else on Earth.
Honestly I am so deprive of sleep nowadays. Fine... I sleep more than seven hours a day but is never a good night sleep! I am not deeply in sleep. And it is causing me not to have a nice dream of my prince charming in his white armour riding on a white horse. Bean so gonna kill me when he reads this! =P
So why the hell am I not sleeping well? Because... my pillow is so old, it is FLAT and LUMPY! It is as flat as the flattest thing you can think of! It is as lumpy as though there are pebbles in it! GAhhhhh!
I used to sleep on a Donald Duck pillow that used to be belong to my brother. Basically it was an old pillow lar! Then my mum saw that it was so flat and old, she replaced it with a pillow (the current one I am sleeping on) that used to be belong to my dad! Which means it is an OLD pillow as well lar! #$#%$%%@&@#%$@!!! I let her kek sei I tell you!
I NEED A NEW SOFT FLUFFY PILLOW! Excuse me... the word 'new' is in CAPS AND BOLD! I am very much stressing on the word 'new'!
There will be no good nights until I get myself a new pillow! So don't you wish me good night before I smack you!
Oh... did I tell you that my prince charming is Bean? Hmmm... maybe he doesn't feel like killing me now! =P
P/S: I am still stuck in a house without internet connection! According to Bean my modem is spoilt and he is bringing me to get a new one tonight! Whee!!
Snuggle, verb
v.i. to lie or draw closely for warmth or comfort or from affection
Snuggle is something I love to do to Bean. In short I just like to manja my boyfriend lar... When I was snuggling up to him,
Bean: Why lar baby? Why are you like a WORM?
Me: Eh... is called snuggle OKAY! What worm?!!!
The yesterday once again I was snuggling up to him...
Bean: Aiyo... so manja!
Me: Yeah... being a worm! So how do you feel me being a worm?
I was expecting him to say something like... nice? I like it? so cute?
NOOOOOOOOOO! The fella said...
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"SQUIRMY"
-_-
manja = cajole
My housemate was so sweet she made me a 'going home calendar' because she knew how anxious I was to hop on the plane and fly back home...
It was tough flipping twenty two pages but the last page has finally arrived today...
Dad, Mum, Kor, Ah Ku and Bean... I AM COMING HOME!!!
GOODBYE MELBOURNE!
HELLO
KUALA LUMPUR!
*super big grin!*
Weeeeee!! I am finally free from exams!
NO more exams!
NO more sleeping late because I need to study!
NO more irregular eating habits because I have no time to cook!
NO more lecture notes!
NO more picornaviridae, methylene shuffle, myocardial infarction!
Now I am all set to have some FUN!!! I am dressed and ready...
Sips of wine and gossips to fill the night!
LET'S GO HOUSEMATE!!!!
Buzz... Buzz... Buzz...
OMG!!!! Why were there so many bees outside my house? And one of them even invaded our house. I had no idea how did that tiny fella passed through the window netting and squeezed itself through the small gaps. Maybe tiny was the answer. I took one of the Melbourne Tourist Book and *SMACK*. Die lar the fella this time.
Buzz... Buzz... Buzz...
Idiot was still alive buzzing around. Gah!!! My housemate took the book in turn and *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK*. Ha! The bee was so dead all its juices spurted out! Into the dustbin it went. Problem settled. We even closed the window to prevent more from coming in.
Two minutes later...
Buzz... Buzz... Buzz...
Bloody hell! Two more came in! Eh bees, didn't we give a warning sign to you guys not to invade our place by closing the windows? My housemate told me to leave them (how sweet!) and kill them later (not so sweet...).
So the night came and my housemate messaged me online (We don't scream across the room okay!).
My housemate: Eh... the bees are dead.
Me: YupMy housemate: Eh... I think ar the bees right die when the SKY GETS DARK!
Me: *smacks head* SIAO JIE! I saw them dying with my own eyes when the sky was still FREAKING BRIGHT!
My housemate: Har??? Is it??? Uhm... Oops... Ahahahahaahahahahahha!!!!
Me: *swt* (how innocent...)
Bees don't die when the sky turns dark! The reason why the two idiots died was because they were so smart, they squeezed through some tiny holes eventhough we closed the freaking window and landed themselves on the INSECTICIDES powder I used to line the window pane.
Smart a**!
This morning again!
Buzz... Buzz... Buzz...
Another one came in and landed itself on the insecticides powder AGAIN. Damn smart. The bee was already halfway in the pengsan stage flew itself and landed itself in the container we use to put our washing dishes sponges. The fella got trapped between the wok sponge and drowned itself in the detergents. Maybe it was trying to commit suicide.
Super damn smart a**!
1 more paper. 3 more days. 1 anxious heart.
siao jie = Ms.
pengsan = faint
Usually my housemate and I will take away food in the city before heading home after every exam paper because we don't want to go through the whole cooking process. Tiring. Time consuming. Yesterday, we decided to take away from Dessert House on Swanston St. We went into the restaurant and placed our order. Typical Hong Kong restaurants here are very tiny (or rather they use up every meter square if possible to place a table). There is not much space for walking. What more for standing? Hence, the cashier told us to wait outside. When we were heading out of the restaurant we came to the motion sensor glass door. I stood there. Nothing happened. I walked back a few more steps and forth few more steps. Nothing happened.
My housemate: Eh... You are too short!
Me: -_-
Fine! I let her walk ahead of me. Guess what? The glass door did not open okay! So it was definitely not about the freaking height! I repeat... NOT! The waitress saw what happened. She walked towards us, waved her hand high up and the glass door opened. Ah.... I then came to understand that the motion sensor was a crappy one.
-waving-
After about 10 minutes, we went back to collect our food. Once again we arrived at the stwweeppeet situation again where the glass door did not want to open. Okay... we thought we were smarter this time. We waved our hands like what the waitress did. Bahhhhh!!!! The glass door did not open again! That was not the worst! There were people waiting outside the restaurant planning to head in after we have left the restaurant. The freaking glass door is a SEE-THROUGH glass door. So can you imagine how freaking steewwwpeeet we looked waving our hands when those people were just standing right infront of us on the opposite side of the door? They must be thinking why these two retards are waving their hands when it was so bloody obvious we don't know each other and not wanting to leave the restaurant.
The waitress came again. Waved her hand. The glass door opened. She only gave like a single or two waves. While both of us was frantically waving our hands.
*swt*
2 more papers. 5 more days. 1 anxious heart.
I barely even had five hours of sleep last night. When I was actually sleeping, my mind wasn't actually sleeping at all.'Aspergillus fumigatus... gram positive... antigenic shift... bacteriophage...'
Words, words and more words from the lecture notes were circulating around in my head. My eyes wanted to rest. My body wanted to rest. But my mind said, 'NO! YOU ARE FREAKING SCREWED CHAN KIT LING! SO GO FREAKING STUDY!'
Never in my life I felt so unprepared for an exam. As nerd as it might sounds, I used to study so much that when I just glanced through the page I knew exactly what is written on that page. The word is USED TO. Yesterday I practically had to read word by word as though I have not studied the notes before. I told myse
lf that I was screwed. I regret. I knew I slacked too much. I knew I have wasted the day before. I am sure Bean knew it too. But I was glad he was being so supportive despite the fact that he knew I did not work hard at all. He has always been supportive. Thank you! =)
I woke up pretty early this morning thinking of catching up some not much time left to look through my notes again. At one point I was so sick of reading I just put my lecture notes away. I played Tetris. But not even a minute I took back my lecture notes and started reading again. I did not even eat lunch and munched on two pieces of bread. I thought that I was so so so freaking screwed (this is an understatement because I was shit scared!) I did this to boost my confidence.
'Kit Ling... You're NOT screwed. NOT!!!'
When I showed it to my housemate guess what she said? She said, 'not YET'. I honestly found it quite funny when she said it but I just wanted to delusion myself that I won't be screwed at the end of the day.
While waiting for my friend at the train stop, I saw few of my other coursemates. They are the really hardworking ones. From a glance, you could see the difference between them and us (my housemate and I). The prepared ones and the not prepared ones. They were the ones not holding any lecture notes and chit chatting away. We were the one holding lecture notes and trying to do some last minute cramping. We chatted too. A lot. The topic was nothing else but stuff in the lecture notes.
The train ride seems shorter today. When you are so need in time, time seems to pass faster. Agree? My heart was beating so fast and hard as though it was gonna penetrate through my skin and pop out onto the ground. I was still trying to read more when I reached the exam venue but after a while I closed the lecture notes because I knew there wasn't much left I could do to save my a**.
So am I screwed?
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I am glad to say I am not screwed. But I don't think I did marvellous. I did okay.
Thank you, Bean. I always carry your words, 'You can do it!' in my mind. When you believe in me I can't give any reasons for not believing myself.
And lastly, thank you God!
3 more papers. 10 more days. 1 anxious heart.
P/S: I am a Buddhist. I pray to Guan Yin. =)
