... am now quite convinced that ladies named Diyana are very apt to having bimbo-ish qualities.

My sister is to be blamed for the core notion. But my friend is definitely catching up to her. We were enjoying our pancakes and waffles yesterday at the luh-huh-huuuvly Pancake Cafe in the city while talking about her options of whether she should continue with uni or go back to Brunei to work due to some unfortunate circumstances. I told her that it wouldn't be all that bad if she just started to work, since by the time I get out of uni she'll probably be quite settled in her job, and if I were to have to start to work in the same company, there might be a slight chance I'd be working for her, since degree or not, you'll probably have to start from the same point. We were just toying with the idea of her being my boss, and her bitching me around to make her coffee:

Di: "Eh, why is the coffee so salty?"
Me: "Pasal it's flavoured.... with my tears!" *boo-hoo-hoo*
Di: "Who knows, you might've spat in it"
Me: "Um. I don't think saliva is salty"
Di: "How do you know, have you tasted it?"
Me: "... Well, it IS in my mouth!"

Bwahaha.

I need to make a start on doing my assignments. And fuck the textbooks are expensive ): And that's only for semester one. I wish I hadn't been such a lazy ass in JIS, maybe I could've qualified for the DANA scholarship and have more money to spend on myself. Oh well.

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Had my industrial done about a week ago, swelling's gone down quite nicely. The Mr doesn't like it, though, so I'm probably going to take it out soon; meanwhile I'm just enjoying it, since I've been wanting this for quite some time now.

I seriously considered getting another one right above my cupid's bow, but I stopped myself since I don't think certain people would be entertained to know what I've been spending my allowance on. At least I don't use it on various mind-altering substances.

... that didn't take very long, but I may have to take that all back.

Oh, sweet sweet irony, you son of a bitch.

... on earth has the time gone? Uni started yesterday and joy of all joys, I ended up with all my lectures being at night, so Mondays, Tuesdays and Wednesdays I get to enjoy my 15-minute walk home at 9-ish. Which isn't too bad, I suppose, but being a lone lady I'm a bit iffy with having to walk alone. The past few weeks have been... semi-nonexistent, I suppose. I keep wanting to write, and mind you I do have things to write about, but what with my Internet being cut off for another few weeks, I can't. And when I do have access to Internet here at the uni library, I feel utterly uninspired.

Needless to say, my homesickness is starting to pour in, especially since my body clock is being quite the masochist and making me wake up at 6AM when I don't even have to, since my earliest tutorial is at 2:30PM.

Bitch.

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I've always taken great care to not mention any of my significant others in my entries, something that my most recent man has mentioned accompanied with slight wonderment and I suppose, hurt, on his part. And it's not that I'm not happy or proud, since obviously I wouldn't have them gracing my life with their presence if they don't make me happy; I guess it's just the fact that partners, particularly what with the somewhat blase approach people take with relationships these days, are somewhat... disposable. I just rather not mention names, and if or when things should, God forbid, take a turn for the worse, I should have my life, and his, being hassled by people.

Besides, it's not like I keep a low profile about it outside of this blog, so really it shouldn't be that big of an issue. And yes, I do downplay my characteristic announcement, shall we say, of emotions here quite a bit (insert gasp and disbelief), and again that has to do with the IF factor up there. I suppose this is my idea of being proactive.

Haha.

But then again, I'm giving this long-distance relationship a try. So there's a first for everything.

I've just finished reading Sarah Mason's "Playing James" and "Party Season", which honestly wasn't the most enthralling read at first but as it goes on it does manage to wrap itself around you. It was pretty interesting to read about how volatile relationships are when you're younger (and when I say young, I mean from the moment you realies cooties aren't really a bad thing after all, wink wink). I suppose it was silly of me to think that most relationships are effortless, but considering most of my friends seem to melt into their significant others, I always wondered why my relationships are pretty much the bipolar version of theirs. Maybe I've always thought of myself as being the rock, the more reliable, stable half, but who am I kidding; I love being swept away by bursts of emotion, and although I do have to admit that this recent relationships taught me how to be much more patient, I'm still not one to back down if I honestly believe I'm innocent.

All I want to do right now is curl up on my sofa, dig into a tub of vanilla-cookie-dough icecream (which is by the way, heaven in a bowl), and watch Oprah.

Have a nice week (:

... song's been stuck in my head all day :B It's lovely, though.





So there I was yesterday, making breakfast and deciding I'd like an egg sunny-side-up (telur mata lembu), because it's easy to cut the yolk out and only eat the white bit, as part of my supposed diet. So imagine my surprise (and apprehension) when I cracked it open and two friggin yolks came out!


I Googled it and apparently it's not all that uncommon, especially in big eggs, according to this site it's when a hen ovulates too quickly. But in some quite rare cases mentioned in that site, you could also get a wind / fart egg (no yolk) or even an egg in an egg, which I would love to see in real life!

Why yes, I do like reading articles about random oddities like that, which is why I'm such a loyal reader of Cracked.com :D That, and I don't have very much to do here. And neither does my brother, since he showed me this video:




And of course, being as Australia is certainly proving itself to be the Land of Coincidences, I found this when I was out shopping this morning:


All in all settling down's been pretty great, the people here are wonderfully friendly (: Love it already. If I could import all my loved ones here I honestly wouldn't mind staying. That is, if I also inherited a billion dollars so I could afford to stay for the rest of my life, and hired a bunch of people to carry me around on one of those cool Arabic mattresses with shade and a leaf-fan. Because my goodness it's hot here. I shall never complain about Bruneian weather again. Good luck to Rid, who's flying off to Melbourne in a few days, it's been 47 fucking degrees C over there. Please don't melt, I need my roomate :B

... lala. I found something that may ease my settling in Brisbane:


Sometimes I still feel like I'm only here for holidays, and not for the next 10 months (that is, if I can afford to go back to Brunei in December). But good thing is, I've been eating well and hopefully, Brunei will see a slimmer, sexier version of myself. Right now I feel short and stumpy, which I think isn't a very good boost to my confidence. Oh well, at least I have some people to lean on when times get rough. I'm definitely nowhere near the mentality I need when assignments start rolling in, though, so I'll need to kick my ass quite severely when my course starts.

I miss everyone. Pray I'll be able to visit in June or December, which may happen if I start crapping money.

Cross your fingers.

... days to go, and I feel somewhat numb, but subconsciously I think my body's getting restless; I woke up today because I received a text on my phone, and I'm only a light sleeper when I'm anxious. In a way I suppose this is my defense mechanism, feeling emotionally detached, but I know that when the feelings do hit me, it'll burn tenfold.

I need a good old pamper day before I leave. Got my eyelashes permed, but what I'd really love is a deliciously painful facial :B

Need to start packing!