Pardon me while I get tired of texting

Oh it's just so difficult to type with your finger wrapped around with a band-aid. And this is not even a real big issue to begin with. But I'm beginning to appreciate my fingers a whole lot more when I get all these cuts... which is like ALWAYS since I got to Cairns. Yeap, everything here just keeps slicing my skin off without me even realizing it.

So TNQ approved my application and they're going to show me through the apartment again (with the current tenants gone) before I sign the agreement. Yay! This could be it. I finally got my own pad right smack in the city. The whole 30 minute walk from Draper Street is just killing me, especially when you're in an attire that's not conditioned to be worn in the hot sun. Gedik mode aside, nobody would've been this patient to go through the whole bus-waiting process which is:

a) uncertain
b) again, uncertain

after being fucked with the effing bus FIVE freaking times. It's ridiculous. No proper bus timings and bus stops. They're going taxi style up here, where you 'hail' a bus... which is the stupidest idea ever because you're just risking your life away most of the time. Thanks to that I missed last Monday's weekly meeting and spent 8 bucks on a cab, only having to arrive at 10 to 9. Bad news man, bad news. Anyhoo the new place is just a 10 minute walk to the office, and it's easyaccess to everything (i.e. ehem ESPLANADE woohoo!) so I'm stoked alright.

I still have a list of touristy things to do here, and I'm just really glad Jen and Jess are around for me to do them with. It's a bitch that they're leaving in a little more than a month, I couldn't ask for better flatties. Last weekend felt so dead when they were in Sydney, seriously. Hamish and the bad weather didn't help much either. We're going to Lake Eacham, which is a lake of volcanic origin in Atherton Tablelands (about an hour's drive from Cairns) this weekend so that should be fun.

Rare but not uncommon.

Wha? I fucking am not Not Happy (two negatives make a positive you see), so whachootokinbout?

Yes, they're in Cairns too. I blame BOBBY full stop

Another one of them pretty looking machines. Loving the curtains (sorry no photo).

There were seawater crocs climbing into the outlet that connects the dam and the sea. They attacked many, apparently (Okay the picture's just for show because I couldn't find actual pictures of them literally moving into the dam).

Yeah, I love anything made of wood.

The current happy place :D

Pretty intense.

Amphibians. They're always better than reptiles. Or at least I think so.

And you call this Australia? Haha.


End.

Extreme UV

So I'm already settled in a temporary place up here in the sunny sunny coast. This part of Oz is very different from anywhere I've ever lived in my life, and that includes Cherating because we only go there several times in a year to visit Opa. If you like a lot of sun, sea water and just walking around half-naked without a care in the world, I'd say Cairns is a good place to start before you head to Ibiza or any place of that sort. I must say the tropical weather makes it feel so much like home. I guess them jackets won't be out of the closet for a verrrry long time.

The trip from the airport to Minnie Street (So Disney, can?) wasn't too appealing. It could be because of the trees and more trees I passed by that made this place looked like a complete godforsaken town. But the cab driver really did move me. He was single armed but was still able to drive. His thhhhhhick Aussie accent made it difficult for me but he still amazed me nonetheless. Wish we could have more of that in other parts of the world. Hah. That's like three degrees below the idea of wanting world peace, which is only a dream.

The flatties are just awesome. And coming from me who has experienced probably the worst flatmate experience ever, you can call this something totally unexpected. We made dinner for the past two nights and they're simply great company.

I think I've pretty much familiarized myself with the streets here. It's somewhat a grid just like good old Melbourne, which makes it simple to remember. And for most people here, cycling is the way to go. Apart from the fact that the public transportation's completely lousy (there's only buses and they only come every hour), the risk of getting run down by a cement lorry is probably close to none. I think I see more of a pedestrian traffic in the CBD, which is cool.

Oh, and I swear the Esplanade pool is by far the best thing I've encountered here. Oh yes I'm in love with it.

Four days until the nine to five starts. Scarrrrry, but exciting nonetheless :)

Saved application

Why hello there! I'm back down under where I am most inspired to write.. or should I say, desperate to find something interesting to do. Here I go again, up after midday, with my usual fix of Nesquik and milk, typing away. I have about a month until I am forced to leave this space for good, with a completely new and unfamiliar hideout up there in the sunny sunny coast. Shucks. I should really start on that very very soon. See, the fear of being alienated is one thing, but the idea of living one hundred percent off your own income stream in a completely foreign land is another thing. Yikes. This doesn't sound too good. Again I tell myself. Ah well, such is life, c'est la vie.

Anyhoo, Miss Kucing Kopi tagged me in yet another one of these.

Do you think you're hot?

I thought I would be here until I've recently obtained hard evidence that Melbourne is indeed one confused city. 11 degrees during Summer reads senget.

Upload your favourite picture of you!

Why do you like that picture?
Because it expresses how I feel towards an acrobat-wannabe monkey and an obesed sheep.

When was the last time you ate pizza?
Domino's. Last week. In the living room of SS4. With the family. While laughing at these really cheesy commercials on TV3.

The last song you listened to?

Music from Gossip Girl. Name and artist unknown.

What are you doing now besides this?
Trying to get on realestate.com.au but the site's taking ages to load.

What name would you prefer besides yours?
Jabba.

People to tag:

Hafriz Abdul Rahman
Adilah Keizrul
Nik Hanis
Err. That's it? Gee. I need more people on my blog.

Who is number 1?
Pakcik yang bekerja di Auckland dan sangat committed to his job sampai forget the world sudah. Boo.

Number 3 is having a relationship with?
Budak Starbucks maybe?

Say something about number 5?
N/A.

How about number 4?
Thanks for reading this far.

Who is number two?
Gonjeng.

Jabba Hubba

Now, who thinks this creature below is the sexiest thing ever? Bottomless Strawberry Chupa Chups literally popping out of your ears for anyone who's with me. Woot!

Another one bites the habuk

So I've witnessed more than one process of change in the year 2008. Big ones, small ones; they all matter just as much. It started off early this year for Malaysia, followed by the huge transition in the US, and now in this little state I've been brought into. It has been truly rewarding to be able to see such happenings momentarily, as they don't come often, and sometimes never again. Without a doubt there are the cons, and the sadness which adds up to them. But I guess realistically speaking, they're part and parcel of it all and there's never an escape, which is why I've always believed moderation can be a complete pain.

Aside all that gibberish talk (heh heh), I've learned much more than I thought I would have in this eventful year of the Rat. Kamonmen, give me some credit for finally being able to eat sushi and all things Japanese with passion :D And it's not everyday that someone who thinks zorbing is the coolest thing ever gets to experience what it's all about in the land of the sheeps :D :D But above it all it's really about being able to make them old folks the two happiest people alive, even if it was just for two minutes :D :D :D

Now I have approximately 29 hours to make the most of it and gee, obviously, I'm not putting in much effort now, am I?

Let's go preggers, for all it's worth

And so I believe,

there can never be good company at home with the absence of good food. Yes, this is coming from someone who currently has to live with a big belly, due to constant consumption of food that is just to-die-for. In other words, I'd cheat to eat. Lol.

No amount of lamb dipped in mint sauce could be compared to any amount of sambal udang petai and chili crabs.

Therefore, I would like to cordially invite everyone to celebrate Malaysian Food Appreciation Day (which is everyday for me).

Never hold back when it comes to food just because of an unappealing appearance. After all, we're all going to die anyways.

P.s: I think it's pretty obvious I've very much adopted the bad(?) habit of living to eat, instead of eating to live.