A moment to live

Yesterday I found out that my housemate only showers twice a week. ....................... (This is to imply how I was completely lost with words). Have I missed out on something here? Is it normal for middle-easterners to go without cleaning themselves up to 5 days in a week? I guess its considerable if you're living in a land where water is scarce. But this is freaking Australia for pete's sake. The country's beyond civilized for a reasonable person to bathe once a day at the very least. This dude is after every penny in my pocket. Right to the core. Bastard. The things I get myself into. Sigh.

Yesterday I finally got up on time for my 10 o'clock lecture. My alarm woke me up at 7:30a.m. Of course the snooze function has always been there to let you sleep in. The thing's a setan, man. To add up to that, it was a perfect weather of 4 degrees outside to just bury yourself under the duvet. Irresistible much? An hour of snoozing with random disturbing thoughts bouncing every five minutes made me get up and head to the bathroom. I was anxious. I was worried. I wasn't exactly sure why I was restless. As I got out of the house I realized that my anxiety was a blessing in disguise. The road cleaners were doing their job and they definitely wouldn't have left me in peace and harmony to continue snoring away.

Yesterday amongst all the days for the past two months of jumping on and off the tram, I decided to valid a Zone 2 metcard on my way to school. Yesterday amongst all the days as well, I made an effort to walk all the way to the milk bar down Auburn Road to get the Zone 2 metcard because I was short of coins to get it on the tram. I don't know whether it was guilt for not really paying for transportation all this while or it was just due to plain boredom. Whatever the reason was, my instincts did not fool me this time. There were actually about 10 of them standing at the stop in front of school. Damn was I the luckiest person alive or what. A couple of boys were chased by one of the inspectors on the tram track and they almost got run down by a passing tram. Pretty hilarious. They're going all full-on now, man. Macam polis.

Yesterday a friend randomly asked whether I believe in the existence of a soul mate. She also asked whether my current relationship is with my soul mate. Things I couldn't find answers to. I wasn't exactly sure on what a soul mate actually is and that itself could not lead me to answer any of them. Does your soul tell you whether a person is your soul mate? Are you supposed to talk to your soul to find the answer? How do you actually talk to your soul anyway? Is that mate of your soul supposed to have some sort of inner connection with you that nobody else has? Quoting from the dictionary this is what I've got;

soul mate

One of two persons compatible with each other in disposition, point of view, or sensitivity.

If this is a mere definition of it, boy have I a whole lot of searching to do.