An SR by appointment.

I have recently been appointed an unofficial SR for the students of Academie House. For some of them anyway.

As an SR, I have certain responsibilities. Amongst which are:
- organising a Commencement Dinner
- providing random knick knacks such as frying pan, pillow, blanket, brush, keycard, pencil, desk lamp, extra cooking ingredients...
- providing cleaning appliances and tools such as mop and vacuum
- provide storage facilities when needed
- helping out to set up rooms such as bringing milk cartons back from work
- providing snacks where and when possible (i.e. leftover food from work)
- allow room as use for common area
- leave door unlocked when at home so that room can be used as a common area
- bringing back goodies from uni ranging from free stuff during Market Day to other sorts of free stuff
- providing Internet facilities
- providing household advice such as "how long can I keep chicken?" and "can I keep leftover curry in the fridge?"
- not to sleep early as the students might turn up at the door in the hopes of looking for me only to find me fast asleep in bed
- other miscellaneous odd errands

This SR business doesn't actually offer me any benefits, unlike those of the halls and colleges. But I must say, it is pretty fun.

Work it baby!

This week has been a hectic week of work and exercises. I have been working the past four days, nearly all day (from as early as 8 till as late as 3). And after work, I come home to prepare myself for my workouts.

As this is the first week of uni, there is the free entry to group fitness classes. So I go loh. Free ma. Monday raining, and I was cooking dinner too, so end up not going. But I've been a good girl since then.

Tuesday I cycled my life out, Wednesday I stepped my legs off and today I danced like a kid who didn't know the steps. Tomorrow I have no work and (duh) no classes, but I do have badminton "training" session on. But in the morning, I'm going to be teaching someone how to swim!

Class number one - learn to float!

So it's my exercise week this week. And next week I will have a free week's entry into Fernwood (thanks to June) so it will be exercise week two. Weeks after that, I should (hopefully) have found a job and maybe just end up in Capital gym.

This year I actually am trying to keep fit rather than lose weight. And the best part about that is that I'm actually working on the keeping fit and not working my mouth only.

Anyway, haha news for some: I'm a student until March 31st 2010, and also am an Australian. If you get my drift. Goksin!! *wink*

*sob*

The people in the house were getting excited. The post was coming soon and it will carry with it vital information that can make or break their future.

It was one of those two-storey terrace houses, with a car parked out on the porch.

All but one were excited about the post reaching. And that one (A) did not want to participate in whatever was going on in the house. He went out, opened up the boot (it was one of those SUV cars) and climbed into the boot and played his guitar and sang his heart out.

The girl was very worried. She didn't feel too healthy, and various probable illnesses kept popping through her mind. What if...they found a tumour? What if...it turns out that the pimple was more than just a pimple? What if...that lump she has been ignoring the past weeks turn out to be something so much more? What would she do if she failed the test? She'd have to return home, all alone, shunned by the rest of her family for the disappointment she brought to them all.

As these thoughts frantically raced through her head, the post came and went. There were X-rays for Daddy, for Mommy, for Brother, for Cousin, for Aunt. Where was hers? She tried to race after the delivery person, but not even the shadows were to be found.

Amidst the X-rays that came in the post, she found a letter addressed to her. She opened it up.

Dear Miss,
We are sorry to inform you that you have failed the health examination this time around. It seems that your check shows us that you do not comply with our requirements. However, we will not disclose more details in the letter. If you wish to discuss this matter further, please do not hesitate to contact our administration desk.
Thank you.

She ran to a corner of the house, and cried her heart out. She'd been waiting for such a long time. All the hard work she put in. All the effort she spent. All the time she wasted.

Guy A emerged from nowhere, asked her if she was okay, then proceeded to cradle and soothe her. In between her tears, she was sad, but also glad that Guy A was there for her in her time of need.

In the background, all the rest of the people in the house were celebrating as it was a joyous moment for them...all but the two left outside.



*It was actually just a really simple scene from my dream last night, but I got into the mood to turn it into a story. Not too bad for an impromptu hor? =P

Aiks.

I knew lah, PR application quite a long process.
I knew lah, got a lot of things to settle before I can actually lodge it in.

But I didn't REALLY know how MANY things there are to do!

Wah...and now with the visa expiry date looming nearer and nearer, I start to panic and rush things through. Aiks, hope it will all be settled by next week.

I'm more afraid of the time that things will take to process. Those things that I need in order to lodge in my application - the sponsorship reply, the skills assessment results, the police clearance, the completion letter from uni, the health check results.

I mean, they all lead on one to another. Without my completion letter, I can't submit my skills assessment, of which without it, I can't lodge my sponsorship application, without which I can't apply for my PR.

BUT, I do have a load of good news, none of which are guaranteed but proven possible. Firstly, sponsorship lady told me 99% I can get the sponsorship. Then Chern told me, if I did get the sponsorship I would be assigned a Case Officer within 10 days (normal duration being 2 months) and I can get my PR within a month (normal duration 6-8 months++) !!

I TELL YOU, if I really can get it SO FAST right and everything goes smooooothly right, I will be SO thankful, I would stay in Canberra my whole life. Not that I haven't thought of it as an option.

I can't wait!!

In another realm, I will be "investing" in a stall business with Chern and friends during the Canberra Day Festival to be held in Commonwealth Park on the 9th of March. I will get a share of profits (whoopdeedoo!) and invest my time in the production and sales process.

I figured, since my life is SO FULL OF ACTIVITIES right now, why not go invest in a small time temporary business which can earn me some money? Rather than rotting at home, right?

So, we will be selling Deep Fried Ice Cream, a really special recipe and tastes great (no, I'm not biased cause I'm selling it, I say it cause I mean it) and Cheeseballs (of which I haven't tried but seems to taste really yummy) and super cheap drinks.

If you're around in Canberra, do come by, don't give me no excuse bout classes cause it's a public holiday, nor excuses bout assignments cause it'll just be the start of Week 3 then. If you're not, I promise in whatever free time I have, I will take loads of pictures to share with you. Or if that's not possible, I promise to share my experience in words so that you can imagine yourself being there. =)

I just suddenly reminisced about my New Year spent with my lovelies, watching fireworks. Miss you guys loads and I really wish you were still here.

*Haha. If I do get my PR so super duper fast, I can defacto all of you one-by-one and then once you get your PR too, I "divorce" you. =P

So all of you, pray for me kay? I mean, not just as yet, cause I haven't actually lodged it in. Save it for once I do, trust me I'll let you know when. *wink*

Bobby.

I came across this while I was idly stalking Facebook.

Bobby the Falafel House Yiros Master
1. Bobby can sneeze with his eyes open.
2. If you have 5 dollars and Bobby has 5 dollars, Bobby has more money than you
3. When the boogeyman goes to sleep every night, he checks his closet for Bobby
4. Bobby doesn't read books, he stares them down till he gets the information he needs.
5. Bobby doesn't sleep. He waits.
6. There is no theory of evolution, just a list of creatures Bobby has allowed to live.
7. Bobby is the reason why Waldo is hiding
8. Bobby counted to infinity--------TWICE
9. Outer space exists because it is afraid to be on the same planet as Bobby
10. Bobby can eat just one Lay's potato chip.
11. There is no ctrl button on Bobby's computer. Bobby is always in control.
12. Apple pays Bobby 99 cents every time he listens to a song.
13. Bobby can kill two stones with one bird.
14. Bobby does not get frostbites. Bobby bites frost
15. Bobby's hand is the only hand that can beat a Royal Flush
16. When Bobby was denied an Egg McMuffin at McDonalds because it was 10.35am, he kicked the store until it became a Wendy's.
17. Bobby doesn't really write books. The words assemble themselves out of fear.
18. Bobby can divide by zero.
19. A picture is worth a thousand words. A Bobby the Yiros guy is worth 1 billion words
20. When urinating, Bobby is certainly capable of welding titanium
21. Bobby does not throw up when he drinks too much. Bobby throws down.
22. If you google search Bobby getting his ass kicked, your search will return 0 results. That sort of thing just doesn't happen.
23. Bobby doesn't believe in Germany
24. There are no weapons of mass destruction in Iraq. Bobby lives in Adelaide
25. Bobby is responsible for over population in China. He once hosted a karaoke night in Beijing and every woman in a 1000 block radius automatically got pregnant.
26. When Bobby is doing a push up...He is not pushing him self up, he is pushing the Earth down.
27. Bobby does not style his hair. It is perfectly in place due to sheer terror.
28. If at first you don't succeed, you are not Bobby the Yiros guy
29. Bobby can slam a revolving door.
30. Bobby did in fact build Rome in a day

I read it all, and went

HUH?!?

What's new, you ask?

Canberra is still its same old self. With an emo cycle of weather. Cold one day, hot the next.

Life is still as boring. No job, no life.

Gossip still as stale. No humans, no story.

Room still the same. No games, no hype.

Friends NOT the same. Great ones far away, new ones emerging. =)

I'm currently hooked on Cook. The song "Always Be My Baby" could NOT sound sexier coming from a man. With such a husky voice....ooohh...*melts*.

V guy is hung up on Leona Lewis' "Run", he's sort of making me hooked on it too.

I'm also currently hooked on Jefffff Done Hammmmm. Went on a wild craze watching all his clips and laughing my head offfff at each and every one of them.

Yes, youtube is my current latest good friend.

Market Day in uni this year is very interesting. Never seen the uni as a graduate before, you see. Collected SO much freebies (acting as a newbie). Even got a free premium condom. So useful!

I now have in possession - free calendar, free debit card, free condom, free vouchers, free tattoos, free drinks, free hair band, free bag, free very interesting pen, free hangover drink. Yes, it's all junk. I know, okay. I really do. But the feeling of getting free stuff is just so addictive.

But I was at the MSO/MASCA booth and that was the moment I felt a bit out of place. Winnie asked me to fill up this form for MASCA, so that they could have the numbers for convincing companies to hold a career fair here. And then I filled it up loh. Name - easy. Course - erm...none at the moment? Current year of studies - right...n/a. Email - okay easy also. Address - not that difficult. Year graduating - erm...n/a, or if it did, wrong grammar cause it should read "Year GraduatED".

Sigh, this no job business is taking a toll on me. I mean, besides bakery, where I'm so considered not important anymore, since Miss C emerged. I went to apply for this new asian grocery store. Lady was happy that I could converse in Chinese and had ample availability - ANYTIME. Said she'd get back to me within 2 weeks and that I should most probably get the job. So YAY there.

But I really do want that banking job. But hard to keep asking, seeing as I applied through connections. Better pay, and DEFINITELY better-looking on my resume. Or that Accounts Assistant job I applied for. Oh well, time will tell.

In the mean time, I'm going to start writing up a hopefully very convincing essay as to why I'm so committed to living here in Canbo/y/erra.

Boinging in Singahpoor.

In Changi Airport Terminal 2 now.

Just got off the flight from home bout half an hour ago. Slowly trudged my way till I found this big wonderful place with the words "FREE INTERNET". Never going to pass that up, not when I have time to spare till my connecting flight which boards in another half hour.

Then ma stand here and I sent an SMS to me momma, don't know if she received it though. Haha.

But quite cool leh. Can use net here. At least can do something more productive than rotting. Will try to get the chance to take a picture of this wonderful area.

And I just realised as I travelled on the flight earlier, this is my VERY first time flying back to Aussie alone. I have never ever travelled alone back to Aussie before. No wonder I keep crying.

First time to Aus - with Mom and Dad.
Second time to Aus - with Phoebe.
Third time to Aus - with Sheng/Phoebe. Can't seem to remember if I travelled with Sheng twice or with Phebes twice.
Fourth time to Aus - with Sheng. plus Boy on the bus.
Fifth time to Aus - with Mom and Dad.
Sixth time to Aus - ALONE.

Wow, I have been travelling to and fro quite often ha.

Anyway, will be back soon. Back to land of bushfires and floods and extreme weather changes. And back to celebrate Hongs' pah dei. And back to apply PR. And back to hopefully get job.

Okay. Babai.

Home Version 2.

Today I'm heading to my Version 2 Home. I'm sad to leave Version 1. Version 1 has been very good to me this trip. It has fed, clothed, housed me well. And by that, I mean my mom lah.

In Version 2, I will be pretty much alone, save the "occassional" visit from Hongs and Yongs. Until Missy Tan comes back, that is.

Time for a job to land in my lap, please.