And so I picked up the pen again (or in this case, the keyboard)

Right. After the long hiatus, I think I might actually start blogging again. Or maybe it's the heat talking (like, seriously, 38 fucking degrees today). Or maybe I'm just feeling nostalgic, reading a couple of my friends' archives on their blog.

And I did too, shamelessly looked through my archives and I think I've grown (shut up with the fat jokes!). I think differently now. Looking back, it's almost like a different person blogging. I've grown to appreciate things which I never thought I would, and lose interest in stuff which I used to adore.

Yea, okay, enough down memory lane.

As you all know, it's summer here in Australia. And I fucking hate it, as usual. People here are excited bout summer and their definition of "lovely weather" is 30ish degrees. I just wanna stay home and sit under the a/c during those days. But yes, it's summer, I'm on my summer break, which is ending in a couple of weeks' time.

I had quite a productive summer, really. I'm still working in the mornings, serving people their fucking lattes and what not. But more importantly, I have been doing a research under one of my lecturers who took me under her wings. She's amazing. So bright, so smart and more importantly, she really wants us to learn stuff from this research. It was definitely an awesome experience. So awesome, that it's making me think bout changing career paths; instead of practicing as a psychologist per se, I might go down the academic path.

I guess it's still early to decide.

I'm flying home on Thursday, just for 2 weeks-ish. It's gonna be so weird not spending my weekends at Trav's. I'm not gonna do much Chinese New Year bullshit this year. There will be visitings, yes, unfortunately, but I think I'm gonna spend a good deal of time just staying at home and try to make conversations with my grandpa who's depressed ever since my grandma passed away.

What did I tell you bout me growing up? Yea, I really did.

So, one reason why I like my current house:

My balcony faces this apartment block where there's this hot guy in one unit who usually walks around half naked. 

Mmhmm.

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Anyway, I know I haven't been updating. Life has pretty much been the same, really. Exams came and went, got my results, did okay, didn't get kicked out of my program (which is what matters, really), still working in the morning, and still seeing Trav. 

And oh my freaking gosh, I can't believe I'm turning 21 in less than a month's time.

As a 21st birthday present to myself, I've decided to get myself a tattoo (I wanted six pack abs initially, but decided it's too much a hassle). Yay! I've been making trips to the tattoo parlor, and I think I've pretty much settled on the design and where I want it and stuff. Now I just need to make an appointment and voilà, I'll be inked! (:

Only problem, I think it's not cheap. I was prepared to pay half the price the lady quoted me. Grr.

Guys Night Out.

So exams are done. Yay! (: I don't have to pick up a book for the next three weeks.

On Friday, I was having dinner with both my housemates when one of them, K, asked me, "So where are you going later?"

"Oh, I'm just staying home,"

He looked at my other housemate, S, and S looked at him disbelieved. 

Then K said, "That's...shocking"

"What is that supposed to mean?" 

"Well, you go out with Trav every weekend and we don't expect to see you till Sunday night," S explained.

"You guys are so judgmental! Can't I spend my weekend with my lovely housemates?"

They looked at each other again. And then S got it, "That's right. Trav is out of town, isn't he?" 

"He's at his mom's for her birthday. Won't see him till Monday," I said.

Then K said, "Now it makes sense."

Then we decided that the three of us would go out for some drinks to celebrate the end of my exams and the end of K's winter school. And we had a great time. At least what I could I remember of it. The last thing I really remembered was the two of my housemates peeing in a fountain in some public area. 

I think we were that drunk, yea. 

The man who can't be moved

Yesterday, Trav told me he's looking for a place, cos he's thinking of buying his first home.

"Have you found any good places yet?" I asked

"Yea, a few,"

And then moments later,

"Do you wanna move in with me?"

Urm. I have no idea if he was joking or not. It would be great if we move in together, but at the same time, are we even ready?

I didn't know what to say, so I just joked bout it.

"Well, technically, I sorta moved in with you already. I'm at yours from Friday to Sunday," 

Which is true.

He just smiled and I quickly (but in a subtle manner) changed the topic.     

I'm so full angst, I think it might have made me put on weight.

I know it's fucking June and my last update was a month ago. Bite me. 

Ugh. I think I'm physically AND mentally very very exhausted. Work and uni on weekdays, spend time with Trav on weekends (I'm not complaining bout spending time with Trav, because I do like not doing anything but just to cuddle on his sofa and watch DVDs...if only that was a profession). Just finished my final essay for French Culture and now I can totally focus on studying for my exam, which is on like, 2 weeks time?

Oh. My. Freaking. Gosh.

How did this happen? How did 6 months of 2009 just zoomed past me?

Ugh. And I hate not being able to sleep at 2.30 am knowing I have to wake up at 6.30 to work. 

I think a drink won't help this time.

I. feel. like. dying.

I seriously think 24 hours in a day isn't enough for me. Or for anyone as a matter of fact. How can anyone juggle so many things at once within such limited time?

I'm not gonna bore you with my assignments and reports and tests (yes, they are ALL in plural), but I just feel like I'm gonna break down soon and if I don't do something about it quick, I just might. 

Oh, I had a medical check up on Monday. Here's the thing, I am very afraid of stuff like this. I guess I'm just paranoid, and I'm anxiously waiting for the results of my blood test, which will arrive this coming Monday. I can't help but think: What if I have std? What if I have HIV? What if I have some exotic weird disease that no one has ever had before and they will have to make a case study on me and call me Patient J?

This edge-of-the-seat feeling doesn't help to decrease my current stress level. 

Damn those muscles

"I can't," I groaned.

"No. Do it," K, my housemate, said sternly.

"It hurts,"

"You know you'll feel really good after this,"

"But I really can't"

 "Come on Joey. Force it. Pump it,"

He was teaching me how to do the biceps curl in the gym. I swear, I can't even lift my spoon this morning.