There's this stupid selfish bitch who has been hogging the bathroom for like 20 mins. Seriously, I don't remember anyone having hair as thick and long as a mop. I swear, if she turns out to be the fucking bitch who hogged THREE washing machines yesterday for FIVE hours cos her bed had bed bugs( and had to boil hot water to use everytime she started the machine ), she's gonna get it from me. Fucking selfish people we have here huh.. Bloody Canadian/Iranian hoe. I think one slap from me would cause her heavy foundation to start flaking off her face.
I'm bloody pissed. Now you know why I don't like to bathe at "peak" hours. If I don't have to complete 2 tutorials by tonight, I would have stuck with my usual routine; bathing only at 10pm onwards.
And you know what? Everyone is disgusted at the thought of having dead bed bugs stuck on their clothes and no one wants to wash their laundry anymore.

After today's EBS tutorial, Iris and I came to a conclusion. Ang mohs are rather bad at math.
And I bet now the ang mohs think that I'm a nerdy freak from China cos I used Calculus to solve a stats question.
All my tutors suck. Asking students who are doing a postgraduate degree to tutor undergrads isn't a good idea at all. They are either too laid back, too nervous or they speak greek. Old foggies who spend 15 minutes explaining the definition of Variance are just as bad.

I'm the only one who has school tomorrow. Now I can't go to the city to get stuff. All because I chose a spasticated unit that makes me sleep after 5 minutes of lecture. My modules this semester are totally wrong.
Financial Accounting is wrong. Organisational Behaviour is wrong. MACROECONS is majorly wrong to the core. Only EBS is right. I could do EBS forever.
Can foresee next sem being just as bad.
Microecons, Managerial Accounting, Foundations in Industrial Relations and Foundation of Asian Biz. Motherinteresting man...

The ang mohs here are damn pro when it comes to econs. I was already fighting for my chance to speak cos participation in tutorials counts for 10% of the semester's marks. This never happened in hellhole. Instead, I found myself lagging further behind. The tutor's heavy accent was hard to catch and my group mates spoke so softly and chim-ly. I say fuck econs. I didn't understand shit.
I wanted to be action a bit so I raised my hand enthusiastically ( I wanted to gain participation marks la..) and answered when the tutor asked for the formula for AD.
Guy: X-M
Me: Capital! Investment! Government expenditure! *with confidence*
Tutor: Erm.. That's not quite right. It's "C" alright.. but not capital.

And everyone turned to stare. I wanted to floor to swallow me immediately.

Me: Consumption? *this time in a tiny voice*

And guess what? Marks for class participation only starts next week. I should have bloody hell kept my mouth shut.

On a more boring note, I joined the SSS (that's Singapore Students Society for the uninitiated). Iris became a traitor also. So loserish sounding right? But for 5 bucks, we got ourselves

• a $20 m)phosis voucher,
• an invitation to the NDP celebration,
• "Mambo Red, that is a typical Zouk styled clubbing event", ( PUHLEASE)
• a ugly discount card that has huge orchid prints on it.

Ok la.. my day has been extremely unfruitful apart from making friends with 4 ang mohs. Yay!! Iris, stop calling me a xenophobic! Now my ang moh GIRL friends stand at 6. Now, its time to get to know the hunks. Debbie, I think Perth breeds cuter guys than Sydney. I'll make sure your bad luck curse doesn't follow you here.

Now, it's time to start on my EBS. I cannot rely on my lecturer anymore.

Either Financial Accounting isn't my cup of tea, or I'm just too plain slow and dumb. I was trying to finish up my tutorial that's due in the afternoon later on. I started at 1130pm and I just completed it. Was just telling Kenny, if I ever get an internship in a big accounting firm, I'm gonna have the worst report a student can get. Talk about productivity.
Let's see.. it was basic stuff like doing financial statements; financial performance, statement of cash flow and stuff.
I shall now kow tow to Debbie Ong. You're my idol.
Forget about CPA whatsoever. This is not what I foresee myself doing after I graduate. If I do that is.
Doing tutorials on Excel just sucks ok.

Just uploaded a new album. For those of you who are bored to tears just cos uni hasn't started, its something for you to kill time and boredom. But trust me, when you actually do start school as an undergraduate, you would die just to have the 7/8 months of freedom back.

I'm suffering from serious depression due to a horrible timetable which includes 8fuckingam lectures and days ending at 5pm. When the sky is dark, the moon is up and the wind actually bites. The fact that I'm clueless in almost every lecture just makes everything worse.
Did I mention that if you trace my route, you'll find youself walking in just one straight line, leading from my hostel to uni and then back again? And everyone get so bored they just end up studying. I am trying to. Hooray!
And.... I'm having withdrawal symptoms due to the lack of home cooked food, authentic chicken rice, mee siam, tom yum soup, the prawn noodles near bf's house( sha, you broke your promise!!), sting ray, bak chor mee with extra vinegar and chilli( sha, hurry find out where the uncle's new shop is!), CJ's xiaolongbao, or luat, sambal kang kong.. I can continue doing this for days. You get the gist. Basically, I crave for everything that can't be obtained here. So fuck the pizzas, pastas and steaks. I've yet to taste a salami topped pizza that deserves two thumbs up. In fact, I've only eaten only ONE pizza since I've been here. Been surviving on cup noodles(Singapore style) cos hostel food is simply revolting. It's such a waste of money, paying $243 per week when I hardly touch the food. I'm better off living in a rented apartment and cooking my own dinner. Works out to be less than $100 a week too. Ah.. the only difference lies in that fact that I can no longer let warm water run in the shower as I take my own sweet time.

I just got 5 bruises that I'm loving very much.
Remember the guy who can't choose oranges? Yeah.. he can't drive for fucknuts. Not even to save his own life. He's the WORST driver ever, apart from geh-kiang cabbies who weave in and out of different lanes and jamming their brake so suddenly. Poor Iris almost got flung out the windscreen.

Damn superfucking cold. Damn sleepy.
All I had for the whole of yesterday was a slice of cake, a cup of hot chocolate and 2 slices of SOUR oranges and I'm not hungry still.
Moral of the story? Never trust guys to choose oranges for you.

Iris and I: "Eh.. help us choose oranges leh.. Must be sweet one ok?"
Andrew: "Wah.. the ones you all choose all so soft. Must be hard. *squeeze*"
Iris: "Sure or not.. I thought soft is sweet?"
Andrew: "No la.. hard! Then you see la.. if the skin isn't dented, means sweet. Trust me ok? I always buy the sweetest oranges."
Me: "Don't bluff us ah.. I'm super clueless about such stuff."

Pfft.. it's as sour as Sour Power.

Iris: "Wah lau!! That stupid Andrew bluff us la.. All sour like shit."

Anyway, just came back from my first lecture. EBS is a fucking waste of time. I will just die if that Wally Valley woman turns out to be another Cheng Lian Kiow. (read: reading every damn word on the notes) I brought along my wonder notes from Chua Bee Bah's lecture. I am determined to ace this unit. Though I can't remember shit about Binomial Distribution, Confidence Interval and whatnot. Hahahaha. I might just hafta buy more calling cards to call my math guru cum best friend.
Time to nap till my next lecture at 2pm. I have no idea why did I ever choose an elective like Organisational Behaviour. Besides the fact that Introduction to Law didn't sound very enticing. And no one I know chose the same elective.

Weekend late nights have finally taken it's toll on me. But hey, I'm not complaining.. going to bed only at 3, 4 am and only crawling out of bed at 1.30pm, is life man. I never had this kinda luxury back in Singapore; Dad wants me out of bed promptly at 9.30am.
Then again, comes the whole issue of managing my lifestyle since I have all the freedom in the world. Gotta admit I haven't done my best so far. Guilty as charged.
School officially starts tomorrow. You know how huge campus is.. just hoping that I don't get lost finding my way around school. Imagine me walking aimlessly for 45 minutes JUST FINDING THE LT. Heh.
I presume the weather is good today cos people are walking around in shorts and tees. I should go brush my teeth, cook instant noodles for myself and then head to the laundry room where the cool people hang out. Hahaha. Just kidding. I already did laundry yesterday and I must say it was a nerve wrecking experience. My abercrombie tee expanded in the washing machine but shrank slightly in the dryer because I forgot to use the laundry bag. My friend absent-mindedly dumped his woolen sweater into the dryer and it shrank to my size. HAHAHA. Ok.. hostel life ain't that bad apart from the lousy facilities and hostile USA ppl.

My jumper smells of detergent, L'oreal, Tommy Girl and a tinge of what I think is Armani. x)

Enough talk. I'm wasting my Sunday already.

After being deprived of the internet for a week, I've finally gotten my internet done up.
A short update:
The weather in here in Perth is really dreadful. My fingers are freezing as I'm typing this. When I walk down the streets in 3 thick layers, I still end up shivering like crazy. The hostel is really really dingy. I have taken pictures of the toilet and my pathetic room that I'm trying to decorate to make myself happier. Will host them up at a later time because the stupid uni charges 4 cents for every MB. Imagine how much webcaming and reading blogs would cost me. I shudder at that thought, now that I have to carefully budget my spendings.
The food in the hostel is fucking sucky. But being the cannot-waste-food person, I still end up finishing the plate of chicken that drips one bowl of oil, or swallow the hotdog that tastes like crap. The portions here are sickeningly huge and sad to say, I'm starting to leave my plate clean. Was at Kristin's house earlier on trying on the weighing maching. I gained 2kg. Well done, E'an. Seems like 60kg isn't that out of reach. When I say Fat Shit, I mean Fat Shit.
Good thing being, I'm gonna join the uni gym so I can work my fats off. I feel utterly disgusted at what I see in the mirror now. Hmm.. uni campus is simply gorgeous. I swear, NONE of the unis in Singapore can compete with UWA in terms of beauty. I love my school.
That sounded kinda weird. I'm never so pro-school. But really. I feel very happy when I walk to school. There's this really cute albino peacock. Will promise to take a picture of it. It's like the campus's permanent resident. Oh.. and now that it's winter, mandarin oranges are really really sweet. There are a few orange trees just at the entrance of uni so the few of us would pluck them and eat them on the way to orientation. Typical giam siap Singaporeans who wanna save money and not buy from the supermarkets.
The bloody ang mohs from the states (who are on exchange program) are a very fucked up bunch. During meal time in the hostel, they will congregate and hang out together with whoever's white and have blond hair.
See la.. my bad luck has followed me to Perth. My next door neighbour is a crazy bitch that plays techno early in the morning. I haven't seen her face yet. But whatever la. Being the only Chinese on the level can get quite depressing.
What else.. Very cold, very sian(everywhere closes so bloody early), met really very friendly people. I even formed an IJ bitches club here; consisting of me, Iris and Sophia. Basically, uni is damn different from JC life. Everything is on your own. I think when school starts next week, I will surely hide in my room and cry. We have this really nice field in campus where those international students would play soccer. Iris and I would just sit around and be extra.
OH OH OH!!! GOT ALOT OF CJC PEOPLE!! Iris and I being the youngest. The rest are guys.
Erm.. shopping turns out to be quite good. Sportsgirl rocks more in Perth than in Sydney. They have alot of nice nice things.

To Lynette, call me!! Optus rocks!!!!!! I hope Melbourne is treating you good honey!

To all who came to the airport(or didn't manage to catch a glimsp of me), thank you. x) I miss you all alot. I got kinda emo after reading a few blogs. Msn can't be connected yet.

I can't sleep. Been up since 7am when my favourite bitchass partner came over to pass me my personal In-flight Entertainment Kit. She never saw the tears.
Later in the evening, I foresee the same scenerio; only with more people and soiled Kleenex.
Yesterday kinda sucked but nonetheless, it was really sweet of my bf to travel across the island to my place. And finally, I managed to satisfy my craving for bubble tea. That's a million thanks to her bf. This is the epitome of "ai wu ji wu". Saw my AFs, looking pretty and dolled up for the last time. x)
It sure feels as if I'm not returning for 3 years. How the fuck am I supposed to cope with managing my allowance, studies, wrecked life, laundry.. ALL ON TOP OF FEELING HOME SICK? (Can't believe this is actually escaping from my lips)
No more time to dwell in self pity. There isn't much space left in the lugguage and I might already have excess baggage but I think I'll just squeeze in a few photos. Just for the memories and perhaps, my slow remedy to curb homesickness.

Dear God,
I would much prefer to bring along my girlfriends. But since that's not possible, please let me meet nice people over there. Let me have a room with good fengshui so that I wouldn't hear funny noises from next door. Please make me psycho myself to study hard. Very hard. And lastly, don't let my friends here forget me. Even if I come back 5kg heavier, unable to fit into my Levis and my face has ballooned to an unrecognisable state, tell them to still love me ok?
Love E'an.

Goodbye urbanists. This time, it's for real.

This is the confirmed thing.

QF 78, Terminal 1
Departing at 1925 on 7th July 2005 (Thursday)

My cousins got me the prettiest, most gorgeous looking Diesel bag EVER. I would take a nice picture of it; front, back, top, bottom and the inside. But, my ohsorighteous sister has taken the camera along to Dubai. I swear it would make people like Tricia, Clara and perhaps Steffie really fuckin jealous. Hahaha x)
*I'm sorry for picking up a gazillion phone calls, replying an infinite amount of smses when I'm supposed to be spending time with you two. My bad.
Oh fucking hell. The feeling of leaving is starting to kick in. Might be a tad bit happier to say that I've finally woken up my idea. Idea of what? I dunno. Just beginning to find peace within myself.
And... I had the most fantastic time with Lyn on Friday. Said a few rubbishy nonsense to people I haven't spoken to, confessed about being the anonyous tagger and had a good laugh about it, acting all lesbianish with my cousin/partnerincrime, LB feeding us with drinks and then calling me the next day asking if I remembered seeing him doing any thing weird and demanding to know why he spent $540. Ah yes.. his very efficient CNN said that Lyn and I shared about 10 shots between ourselves along with a few more drinks here and there. Now we know why.
All in all, it was a blast. Maybe I should save up cash and fly up to the East to visit Lyn.

I wanna go for the Oasis party at Wala. x(

I think it was school that kept our friendship going strong. Look at the state of us now. Don't even know how Tricia is doing. It is that sad.

To Phua: I'll be kidding if I said that 1 year isn't long. Not many people can proudly say they have a best friend of 12 years. And since we did just that, do the math. It's only a small fraction of time spent apart.

So Sally can wait, she knows its too late as we're walking on by.
Her soul slides away, but don't look back in anger I hear you say.