Uni is difficult

well, it's my second week and i'm writing this in my journalism class thing. It's interesting. Im on a break. CONCISE. 8 months.

:D

streaming live from my head again...

So i've been working on this stream of consciousness thingy... you dont get the beginning... but you can have a bit of the inbetween...

I grew up believing in divorce. My parents were divorced from when I was 3. I never dreamt about getting married and living happily ever after. I was never the tragically locked up princess; I was the crazy run-around-with-no-shoes-on-and-play-with-the-dogs day dreamer. I loved the mud between my toes, a stick in one hand, my other holding a tree I may’ve been “hiding” behind, stories to adventure in my head; adventures where I was all on my own, apart from a dog or two, traversing wild plains and lush forests. I would never want to be the spunky heroine who would shack up with the cute guy and then go into retirement to be a mum.

What’s one to do as a mum anyway? How does the heroine adjust? She can’t go off to save the world because she’s breastfeeding. She has to stay at home because there has to be someone to do the dishes, feed the cat, walk the dog, weed the garden, look after the baby and make delicious dinners. She’s going to wither away, go insane in the domestic, mundane-ness of it all. She’s he exotic flower transplanted into your backyard; a terrible idea.

More to come? Maybe, maybe not :)

i start uni tomorrow.

the first proper day

So ive been going to USP and back a few times, trying to sort out all my whatnots and stuff. I have to change one of my majors and the student services have been sitting on that for a while. In a word how has it been at USP so far? Frustrating. Im not really glad, but i guess its good to know that this happens to other students too. Today was orientation for the part of the school i knew i was definitely in. There are these evil things called UU classes which are for basic skill brush up classes. One is computer literacy and the other is english for academic purposes. having pretty good english, its the only language that i can speak with confidence (i know some french, but i dont like using it, and when it comes to hindi - even fiji hindi- and fijian im lost as any other useless person) and I spend a lot of time on computers so I guess the computer literacy one wont be too much either.

so today i went to orientation, so that was very much to do. There were few speeches to sit through - i drew in my friends book for her- and we walked out at some point to look for our mutual friend who was a "mother" dispenser. Im not too much a fan of mother, mostly because it go uber hyper and start rattling off really, really fast. We walked around, we got free stuff, looked at a line for student services and then turned around, we met up with another friend, went for lunch, went to get a switch for my place (i can use internet almost all the time now, score!), and we went to the bank for one of my friends, had a sit down at mcdonalds.... many things happened today. then i tried to rest but went to town again with my mam - she made me get my eyebrows done, so i paid someone to hurt my forehead, then we got some food, saw my extended family peoples and now we're home.

Its been a long day, I miss doing femLINK stuff already and Im not looking forward to going to usp first thing tomorrow. but i will sort out, i will sort out, i will, i will, i will sort out - all this stuff tomorrow (like its a song or something. thats how it should be in your head).. Cheery bye :)

The curious case of the bread and butter

Now, I dont know if Ive ever mentioned this in my blog, but my relationship with wholemeal started because he brought me food. Not just any food - awesomely awesome cream buns from the hot bread kitchen. And for all you dirty minds out there, they were LITERAL cream buns.

With the delivery of these buns (during my period 6 english class) came a long loaf (plain, uncut white bread) and a wholemeal slice (sliced brown bread). Upon receiving the bag of baked goods, i was asked to sign a receipt, which was handed back to me. It was all a little suss because i didnt pay for anything.

This is the end of the story - but i leave you with the bestest best slogan that hot bread should adopt : "if you like your loaves long, or cream in your buns, hot bread kitchen is number one" (copyright white slice and wholmeal)

Interesting day today

Yes, I am in fact going to start with a very lame header. Honestly? I can't remember half of it. It's been very hot, and I have had a headache all day. Silly migraine. Well, I would like to thank the Migraine Deity for not giving my one of the really bad ones today. I just feel like my head is full of cotton wool.

So, that's a quote (for all you uncultured swine out there.. I jokes, I'm sure you aren't swine even if you haven't read it or soon the TV series) from Pride and Prejudice. Almost every girl or woman who has read that book must've had their hearts beat wildly at this part of the book. Mr Darcy is quite the heart throb, but to all you ladies out there let me tell you: Mr Darcy may have been wonderful, but his actions at the beginning were.. less than nice. I'm glad my Better-Than-Mr-Darcy (also referred to as Wholemeal) was never cruel, mean or, for some time, nearly destroyed the happiness of my eldest sister. Technically, he could never have done thing to me; I have no sisters.



This is the cutest thing ever. First things first: I'm not the only one wondering "how in the heck did that zebra get up there?". The reason why I like this picture was because it reminds me of this. That link there is to the cutest part of Ponyo. Sure, it's anime, but who doesn't love a good Hayao Miyazaki film? All of them are adorable, well made and awesomely awesome. I'm totally going to make Wholemeal watch all of them. Or he can get them and bring them here when he eventually gets back for that thing that they call summer all the way over there. Yes. THERE.

Aren't these two the cutest? Mr and Mrs Shaker. Salt and Pepper. So cute. I dont know if they are shakers or not, but that doesnt make them any less cute either way. Was listening to the BBC World Service earlier today and there was this conversation thing going on that I caught the tail end of. They were talking about pressures to have a family, the difficulties it creates with art and other things. I can say that there are those who are unhappily married, happily married, happy singles and unhappy single people. The thing is that happiness is a matter of personal outlook. If there's something that makes you unhappy, change it. If you have no control of it, let it go. Life comes and goes and there's just you. You can have that special person to stand next to to pass the time, and the best thing is to have that one person to share everything with. That person, however, must be as equally wanting to be there as you. What I mean is that they should love you, and you them. Always have something true, something worthwhile. If you don't, then you're just wasting your time.

Lastly, the awesomest word I've come across lately. Look at the dictionary. Look at the end of the letter E. Add an "S" before every word that begins with "EX". Hours of fun. Have your friends around and say things all sleazy and make funy faces. Like i said, hours of fun. It may actually just bea few minutes, but hey, the memories will last a lifetime. Wholemeal introduced me to this concept. I'd never thought about it before. Also the word made more of an impact because I've been feeling... less than awesome. Yes, I'm lazy. yes, I dont like "working out". Why? I feel stupid doing random things in a room with a whole bunch of fit people. I don't have the most time, and I dont really care. I eat healthy, sure I treat/spoil myself with the occasional up noodle or chocolate bar, but I'm not crossing over into any danger zone. I've been like this for a few years now. I've got my little-big belly that many make the "omg its like a pillow!" comment that makes me go "yes, Im handy to have around". I'm nicer to hug because of the soft-padding. I'm not uber unfit. I can walk for ages if my shoes allow. I'm not weak.

Teh Ends :)

so i lied when i used the word "realist"

im not. honestly, im a pessimist but i guess all that was my stupid childishness.. or was it? i used to tell myself that i wanted to get married as soon as a could, have a child to be there with me when i inevitably got divorced. divorce became a fact of life for me. i see it everywhere and it makes me sad. i never expected a relationship to be everything but perfect. i guessed that there will always be things to sort out and fights but... ive seen something else these past 7 months.

sure, its so different from other relationships, with distance and missing someone so much that you might explode whenever you see that your hand is all alone. not a single fight in this time, feeling so happy whenever he crosses my mind. never having to say anything to each other, but smiling so much by just seeing his face. having someone to talk to, about anything, all the time, even if its the silliest, smallest thing. i may be negative about a lot of things, but not this.. this realism is optimism without exaggeration. :)