You know you are a bad driver when..

Waking up to the endless beeping of my alarm at 6am in the morning, I rubbed my eyes and said to myself, "gotta go to work". I went downstairs and gobbled down a couple of pieces of bread, and prepared myself coffee for the 1 and a half hour trip to the middle of nowhere. I'm not much of a coffee person, but I'm not much of a morning person either. So I had two choices, whether I arrive to work having coffee breath, or falling asleep whilst driving and not arrive to work at all. Luckily I was smart enough to choose the first. Instant coffee powder, smells weird. 2 teaspoons. Boiling water, half a cup. Sugar, 3 teaspoons. Now add milk. I looked around the fridge for milk and without hesitation poured the whole carton to my portable cup. The 15-day old milk that has turned mushy and rotten slowly filled the cup and before I realized, my coffee was tainted with rotten milk. "that's disgusting". I made myself a new batch and left to work. As I took my first sip, I forgot to completely open the lid and everything spilled on me. I was covered with warm coffee that was mixed with way too much sugar and I noticed a new problem. I'm almost out of fuel. After going to the nearest petrol station I soon remembered something. I am partially lactose intolerant - that my stomach would feel like it would implode any second if I drink dairy too early in the morning. Moving 20km/hr in a freeway due to the heavy morning traffic, clothes sticky and reeked of coffee, and trying to fight against the agonizing pain and anger of my own stupidity, I asked myself the same question over and over again. "why am I doing this?"

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After the 'axima' incident, I had tried to drive a lot more carefully. But lately my recklessness starts to take over my way of driving once again. During a rainy and lightning-y night last Thursday I was on a kebabs run with a couple of friends and obviously, the weather could not be worse for driving. The night started off with a calm and surprisingly dry weather, but as we move closer into the thundering clouds of Mitcham, rain suddenly started pouring as heavy as the ones you'd find in the desert. I had to drive my car to the kebabs trailer to pick up my friends who refused to move out of the shelter into he rain and towards the cars where we were planning to eat our kebabs. They told me that they would wait for their food to be ready and walk to the carpark instead. So I reversed back to park my car. My brain told me to look back and see where I was reversing to, but my 'I'm the best driver around' attitude insisted that I reverse as fast as possible to get the parking spot before someone else takes it. Before I realized what was happening, I heard a bump. Then a car horn. One thing raced through my mind, "not again".

I jumped out of my car, stared at the car that I reversed into, and walked over to the driver. He told me to move into the shelter. As he turned around to the nearest parking spot, I had a glimpse at my car. I saw not just a tiny scratch, but half of my back bumper was out of its place, and a huge dent that I was sure was not there before appeared in front of my eyes. Compared to this, the missing M just looked like a tiny scratch that was hardly noticeable. After exchanging information and confirming insurance details, the wog that I crashed into left off with a frown in his face, the only thing I said to him was, "enjoy your kebabs".

I sat down, drenched from the rain. The night was ruined, but my friends tried to cheer me up. "The second they went out of the car, we were ready to jump these cunts". Good to know that my friends have my back. haha.

Still waiting for the quote of repairing the bloke's car, I went ahead to a dentist appointment yesterday. I was running late and once again, I was out of petrol. 'Trying to find a petrol station wouldn't be too hard', I thought, but as the fuel meter slowly moves closer to the deadly 'E' letter, I was becoming desperate to find one. I was paying too much attention to the side of the road looking for a sign of a station until I finally found one. I was caught behind a slow driver in front of me and I tried to change lanes to overtake him. Once again, my idiotic ego insisted that I only do a quick headcheck. I turned and the inevitable happened. I heard a sound so familiar that I was no longer surprised. The sound of two metals smashing against each other, similar to one that I heard less than a week ago in the rainy tragedy. I looked over, saw a car trying to pull me over to the side of the road, and to be honest, I gave up caring.

An old lady walked out of the car, screaming, "ARE YOU BLIND?!", I thought, "yes I am blind. I can't drive. now just let me drive off to catch my dentist's appointment", but I didn't say anything. I told her the same thing I told the other bloke from 4 days before, "give me a quote to fix your car and I'll pay for it. But I reckon a bit of car polish would fix a minor scratch like that". The lady was shaking, she was struggling to write her details on the paper. I couldn't even feel my heart rate increasing. I didn't give a f**k anymore. I just want to get to the dentist.

So now I am waiting for two bills that I have to pay for. I am expecting something around $500 in total, and if I am lucky, only 2 weeks worth of pay would be lost. I am trying to work 7 days a week to pay for the repairs, and also to regain the amount gone from shopping throughout the year.

Since about 2 weeks ago I thought I was a decent driver, but I was dead wrong. During this week I realized one thing: you know you are a bad driver when you no longer give a sh*t after having a car accident.

work + mum = loss of motivation

Like I said on my last post. I have lost interest in blogging. Before exams I'd always blog about anything I come across.. heck, I posted something new each day! Now, it's just... ehhh. so I'd give it a month max til I finally stop  blogging entirely.

But anyway, yes this incident actually occurred to me about a week ago during work. I'm a baker at my parent's asian bread shop called 'Breadtop'. Quite popular among the Melbournian community. Being a baker is pretty fun, if we don't take into account the salary I've been getting. I get paid $10 an hour whereas most of my other friends average about $20. Which means that I'd have to work twice the amount of time to earn as much as they do. But still, working as a baker is actually interesting stuff. When I told my friend LO about it, he said, "so would you call yourself a 'master baker' yet? You seem like a bloke who'd be pretty good with all that stuff"and yes, the pun was the joke.

OK so back to the story. After exams has finished, I've been coming home really late, I'd usually get home at around 2 in the morning and considering that I'd have to wake up at around 7 the next day for work, it's not really the best decision. So last Monday, my mum called me up at around 11pm while I was at my friends - the C twins - house, and said, "oy there's no one working in the kitchen tomorrow so we'd need you to work the whole day alone tomorrow, come home now and get some rest". That would've probably been the best thing to do at that time, but my brain is no longer able to function properly, now that exams are over. The only thing I had in my mind at that time was, 'have as much fun as possible before summer school starts'. And so I stayed. We watched a movie which lasted two hours. Finished at 2am and I was still thinking, 'fun is priority' and so I stayed longer. Watched another movie and finished at 4am. I was thinking, 'oh crap work starts in about 2 hours..... nah screw it fun is more important' and so I planned to stay a bit longer and go home before my mum wakes up, go to sleep for an hour and off to work. I stayed around and before I knew it, my mum called. It was about 6am.

So after that idiotic all-nighter of movies I was barely able to open my eyes while driving home from the C twins' residence. Got home, went straight upstairs and tried to get some sleep. 30 minutes later my alarm went off indicating that it was time for work. Mum woke me up, screamed for being home so late and literally shoved me in the car. I was definitely too tired to even understand what she was saying or doing. Luckily work is a really long way away from home, and traffic at around that time would be crazy. So I had an extra hour and a half to sleep. Very nice. We finally arrived at around 9 and went straight to work. I only had a cookie for breakfast, and had to wait until my lunch break at 1 for my next meal.

Standing there against the bench, half asleep and dead, I stared into the air while my supervisor was telling me how to operate the fry machine (which is probably the worst machine I should be operating at that state). I shoved some doughnuts into the searing hot oil and obviously it splashed everywhere. ow. This process kept repeating for another hour or so, until I was placed to where I was usually stationed, kneading the dough and decorating them.

At this time I was no longer sleepy, but more third-world hungry. Looked around, and tried to find something to chew on. My mum then came around out of nowhere, shoved some random piece of bread at my face and forced me to eat it. To be honest I was grateful, but maybe offer it other than just slapping it into my face. My mum then put an apron on, and I asked her, "what the hell are you doing." and she said, "working. dipsh*t" ok that didn't really happened, I was able to assume that she's working in the kitchen to help me fill in for 2 other bakers who weren't able to come in.

This meant that I had the chance to actually be my own mother's mentor. Even though it's about something as trivial as baking bread, it still felt good to know that I'm better than her at something. The first batch of bread to be baked was the sausage bun, one which I had plenty of time practicing on so I thought, "I got this. she's gonna struggle and I'll laugh at her". Which sort of happened, except for the laughing at her part, since I was way too tired to even move my jaws to engage in any form of conversation.

The next batch to come is the almond custard bun, one which I had trouble working with, as it involves braiding and other random and annoying techniques. So I let my supervisor teach my mum how to make it instead. At certain times, I tend to get competitive, and this was one of those times. I knew that if my mum beats me at making bread, my self esteem would just crumple. It's on.

Whipping out moves like a masterbaker, I flipped the dough in such a gracious matter that even I was impressed. My first bread was done, and I had to admit, it was one of my best. I looked over at my mother, and saw a half-full tray of half a dozen breads done and ready to be baked. They looked stunning and I was shattered. I did notice one thing wrong with her bread, there was not enough space for the bread to rise. Usually we leave space so that when the bread was proofing, it would be able to grow bigger and therefore be fluffier after being baked. So I told her the flaw of her braiding, and she looked over at my single, horrible looking bread and gave me a stare that said, "who the hell are you to tell me how to make this bread, compared to mine yours look like what you'd find up people's ass". My ego felt like it just shrunk to nothing.

The rest of the day, my mum worked on different types of bread and so there were no more competitions. At that time I just lost all my motivation to work and just wanted to go home and sleep. I looked at the clock. 2.40pm. I continue working. Finished 2 trays of a twin sausage bun and looked over the clock again. 3.00pm. Time felt like it was moving slower than a typical old man driving an ancient car in a 40km/hr zone. After some time, my mum disappeared for about 20 minutes and came back with a bag full of onions. She starts peeling them off and cutting them.

Apparently the thing causing the eye to water from onions is that the chemicals released by the onions caused changes in the pH of the eyes and so tears are released to stabilize the acidity. So naturally I started crying as my mum casually cuts away with content next to me. I looked at the clock again, 4.30pm. half an hour away from the end of my day.

As we start packing up, I wiped the grease and dough marks off the benches, while my eyes still water like a faucet.

My day ended with me working like a slave trying to get the grease stains off the benches while crying like a little baby.

thanks mum, working with you a whole day had made me realize that tolerating your nagging at home is like a walk in the park.

DID YOU MISS ME?!

one word to start this post : FINALLY


I have finally finished my exams, I have finally caught up with friends, I have finally followed through with my plans on learning the guitar, I have finally got enough time to post something new, I have finally started working again, and I have finally successfully spent all the money I had. 


These past 3-4 weeks has been rough, with massive cram sessions and 3 hours of torture for each subject spaced out in 3 weeks, forcing me to finish at least 2 weeks later than everyone else. And during this time period, I've got a feeling that I was over blogging. I had anticipated this moment since I've started and it's finally here. But the fact that I've posted something new and realized that I have more followers sorta made me feel better about continuing. 


ok something unrelated. There were many things I wanted to blog about lately, but I forgot about most of them. Let's talk about my experiences in the exams for today. 


What I think examiners should do:
1) let us bring food - 3 hours. we get hungry, don't want to listen to a symphony of stomach grumbles during the last half an hour or so
2) let us listen to music - music calms me down. most of us listen to music while studying. we can also listen to online streaming of lectures without getting caught too
3) let us bring our own toilet paper - the last thing you want during exam period is AIDS. and we can put cheat notes on toilet paper.
4) just f**k off - self explanatory.


I came in to my bio exam fully prepped. I actually did work during the semester, listening to the lectures over online streaming and taking notes while I was at it. The thing is, I never actually attended a single lecture, and that was probably why I did a lot worse than I expected (haha) so yes, bio was a disappointment. But at least I passed. 


Physics was a LOT tougher. I did not do any work whatsoever during the semester and after doing my first practice exam, I panicked. 6 days to go til my exam and I had just started revising the whole course all over again. I really should've picked the easier physics. I practiced hardcore with every questions I can find : practice papers, tutes, questions from the textbook; and they weren't enough. I didn't know there were TWO compulsory textbooks for the subject until about 2 days before the actual exam. I thought I was screwed for physics. but then I decided to calculate how much I actually needed to pass the subject. Turns out I only needed 25% in the exam to pass. YES! So I told my friend MW about the exciting news on facebook, and my other friend MTu decided to crush all my hopes of doing well in a semester, it went something like this:


me: I ONLY NEED 25% TO PASS!!!!! that's 40 marks in a total of 150 marks in the exam! full marks on 2 questions out of 8! or even better, 5 easy marks from each question!!!!! F******KK im happy now.
MTu: You sure the exams not a hurdle? (you actually need to pass the exam to pass the subject)
me: ...ah sh*t.
MW: HAHAHAHAHAHAHA


hmm I was not very happy that day. and so comes the exam, the day when I was completely demoralized and lost all hopes of doing well in the exam. Reading time, I stared at my exam. "find the pressure of water going through some pipe using some random equation we haven't taught you yet and then find the velocity. From this use the velocity to find the kinetic energy, then the potential energy and the height of the projectile of the water shooting out of the pipe". If you can't find the pressure, you can't do the rest, and you just lost 10 marks in the exam. I was screwed. After the exam, BT said to me "in a distant not too far away in that exam rooom, I saw your face of resignation as you looked at your exam paper...what an 'adhi' moment". So true BT, too true..

Calculus, no comment, don't want to jinx myself.

Chem, definitely a fail. I had the most time to revise for chem, I had done the subject last semester, and it was actually straight forward. Here's where I went wrong :
1) I did not spend the time given to me to study, but instead to sneak out of the house at 2am and go to a friend's house. Twice
2) I did not understand anything taught at chem last semester
3) I attended at most 5 lectures out of 35 during the semester.

so yes, I had this one coming. If I fail again, they'll kick me out. So fingers crossed.

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ok so on a different note, I have been struggling with this 'new' facebook layout. (it's actually pretty old by now but it changed during my blogging hiatus state) This so called 'friendship' keeps screwing with my habits of wall to wall. Usually I'd just go to the other person's wall-to-wall, where all our conversation is compiled in one easy page, but now I have to actually go to the person's wall and write stuff down. This may cause people like me who struggle with change, to well. struggle:

one word: finally.

Struggle Adhi is finally back.

Fun with YouTube

For the past week there has been this zit on my forehead. It's pretty annoying but at least it doesn't hurt and hardly noticeable. Until about 5 minutes ago.

I got home from uni and I was bored. Went over ebay, looked over some stuff and bought a new mouse for $24 (I think I have an ebay addiction) and found out 10 minutes after that I could've bought the exact same one for $20. 4 bucks would've gotten me a nice lunch! I also had bought a keyboard and mouse set that was $280 retail for $13, and surprise surprise, it was a sham. So I've wasted $17 today, 3 bucks short from getting me into an all you can eat buffet at crown! 

So after realizing how much of an 'Adhi' I was lately, I slightly banged my head to the desk. I completely forgot about this zit on my forehead and the weight of my head with the acceleration of both gravity and force exerted by my anger slammed dead straight to the middle of my zit. AGH! now it is almost as big as the tip of my pinky finger. Lucky I can cover it with my hair.

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On a side note, I have been visiting YouTube a lot lately. I don't know why I visit it even more often ONE WEEK BEFORE MY EXAM!

well anyway I am loving Travie McCoy and Bruno Mars' 'Billionare' (I know it's old but hey it's still good) but there's this one sentence that I always mess up while singing along with it in my head, "I wanna be in the cover of FOBS magazine". Then I told E the same thing, and he said:

"you know 'fob' isnt a word in the english dictionary.... like anyone else not from austrlaia wont understand"

Then I thought to myself. If anyone would be in the cover of FOBS, it would be me, and it would look something like this:

Anyway, I have found some funny and cute videos of animals at their best:

A squirrel laying down on the ground trying to cool itself off. Such a friendly and cute squirrel.

I just wanna take this one home and give it a snuggle..... LOL not really. It'd eat my face.

Here's another one of a baby panda sneezing. 

The mother's reaction is PRICELESS! hahaha i love pandas. 

And here's a video of what I usually do around movie theatres. Such a funny gag this one:

hahaha, I really should try it out the next time I see someone who's back of her head is RIDICULOUS

BTW thanks to GC for showing me how to put YouTube links on blogger, never would've figured it out myself!

well this is what I do when I procrastinate, hope you've found them to be quite enjoyable and consider them to be acceptable for material of interest during breaks in between study.

I still can't believe EXAMS ARE IN ONE WEEK! I AM STRESSING OUT! AS@#$Q#$VR#$TVWR#$@%@%!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I might be MIA until exams are over, or at least until next week after I got BIO and PHYSICS out of the way, SO

GOOD LUCK WITH EXAMS AND SEE YOU SOON!

It fits my personality!

My plan for the day, according to my timetable:
10-12 - biol lecture
1-3 - physics questions
4-6 - calculus questions
7-9 - biol lecture

what I ended up doing :
11 - wake up
11-12 - biol lecture
1-2 - pick up printer
2-5 - play around with printer
7 - dentist
8-9 - facebook.

I ended up only doing one out of four things that I was planning on doing. Plus, I missed out on two revision lectures for biol and chem. Good day indeed.

So, I just got my new printer today. I picked up the printer from Target. The seller was waiting for me since 1, and I left the house at 1.05. When I got there, the first thing he said was "you know you could've called me if you're running late, I've been waiting for 15 minutes". I made up some excuse about my mum telling me to do stuff beforehand, he was not impressed. I was really close to saying "yeah I'm such a struggler" but I didn't want to illustrate how much I struggle in life by telling him my life story, so I just stayed silent and let him complain about my tardiness.

When I got home, I noticed that the cable is different. I thought, "that cable doesn't look like a USB cable, it's about 10 times bigger". Good job, Sherlock. Turns out it was a cable for really old printers and obviously my laptop does not have a slot for one.

I had to buy a different USB cable from ebay and so I have to wait for another week to test out my printer. Then, I remembered something. My dad is away so I can just steal the cable from his printer. and I did. I plugged it in my computer and printed something out. Turns out the ink for colours has ran out. I looked over the internet to see if there is any way to make it run again (yes I thought it was possible) and I came across this site that shows how to clean the printer, so I read it.

After reading it, I thought 'hey that doesn't seem too hard' and so I tried to take apart my printer, besides it was only 6 bucks, what have I got to lose? other than 6 bucks, of course. 

So I completely dismantled my printer, and it finally came to the part where I can't break it any further, and the printhead (the thing I was trying to clean) was stuck on the shell by wires. I tried cleaning the printhead while it was still stuck on the shell but I gave up. After putting everything back together, I came to realize that I could've actually just taken off the wires. Struggle..

I could've taken that red, black and grey wire off, but I only realized when I was putting it back on.

So since I didn't clean the printhead, I dismantled the printer and wasted 2 hours of my day for nothing, all I end up with is just a printer with parts missing (because I dropped them along the way) and ink all over it. (the inside of a printer is absolutely filthy)

before                                         after

I also put the ink cartridges in a bucket of warm water (because I was stupid enough to think that would do anything) and when I put them back on, the floor was dirty because ink was dripping out. But the printer somehow works now! Before there was no colour but now, there is a little tint of colour! turns out the water dilutes the ink so it can pass through the printer easier. 

before              after

But yes, seriously this printer struggles bad. Takes 2 minutes to print out one page, I took a video of the whole process but the video size is too big so I can't post it up now. 

Well to sum it up : my new printer struggles as much as me and if you have me over, DON'T EVER let me touch your printer

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2 weeks into buying me new laptop, it has already stuffed up. Don't blame the laptop, blame me. I don't know why it's broken. If I did I would already attempt to fix it, and mess it up even further, and by this time I wouldn't be blogging because I won't have access to a computer anymore. But my screensaver won't turn on anymore. I tried everything and it still wont work. Can't believe my laptop's already breaking, I haven't even put my porn collection in it yet! (haha joking)

well anyway, I need to catch up with work, I feel so guilty now. 

BUHBYE!

The 6 dollar printer

My friend MD asked me a query about my blog last night :

MD: "so when you say e-diary, (from my first post) does that mean you write about things that has happened to you today?"
me: "well anything interesting that's ever happened to me, really"
MD: "so all these stuff did not happen on the day you were writing the post?"
me: "yeah.. some of them happened a couple of months befo-
MD: "so even though you clearly said this was a diary, you still posted stuff that happened ages ago?"
me: "uhm. yeah?"
MD: "you fail at english."

well technically she was right. But if i'd posted only the stuff that had happened to me on the day, it would look something like this:
today i ate. and slept. and studied. and slept.

yesterday was pretty boring for me, so I posted something else that happened a while ago but was worth posting. It may be called an e-diary, but I have 18 years of my life that I haven't posted yet, so it should be completely reasonable to pull off funny and interesting moments of my life, even though it didn't happen on the day right?

well anyway, since people like MD were complaining about my lack of understanding of the english language, I shall post something about my day today, which happens to have actually been a bit interesting.

The day started with me fidgeting in bed because I have been having weird dreams. Why was I having weird dreams? Because I was worried. What was I worried about? I was worried about ebay.

Yesterday, after T sent me the picture of the MAXIMA logo he bought for me, I checked out ebay for interesting stuff that was on sale. I came across this printer that was on auction and was selling for 99 cents at the time. I was suspicious, but still I thought to myself, "hey that's really cheap". So I did a little investigation, whether the printer that was on sale was a good printer, whether the ink cartridges are economically efficient, whether the seller was trustworthy, and finding out why the seller was selling a decent looking printer at such a cheap price.

I spent almost half the day checking prices, comparing with other printers and literally stalking the seller's account, looking at his seller's ratings, costumer satisfaction, other items he was selling, real name, home address, telephone number, spouse's name, relationship status, whether he was a dog or a cat person. OK I'm not that stalkerish. But I came to this conclusion: he is moving out of his place and he's pretty much giving away his stuff (like his sofa and his coffee tables). I also think that he can be trusted, according to most people who have bought his items.

So the auction ended the morning after (which was this morning) at 10.50am and so I decided to go to sleep before bidding. I was thinking of doing what E calls 'sniping' - a move where you bid in the last couple of seconds, suddenly appearing out of the blue and unexpected so people cannot react quick enough to re-bid. like a ninja. I slept at 3 and was worried whether I was able to wake up early enough to bid. Last night dreams such as: me not waking up in time or the seller suddenly withdrawing the sale haunted me in my sleep. The dreams were so real that I was convinced that I had lost the bid already, even though it was still only 8.00. But luckily I figured out it was a dream and I woke up in time.

Only 15 minutes to go, I got bored of waiting for the timer to count to the last couple of seconds. So I looked around my laptop for things to do, and I found MONOPOLY, the board game in a video game format. I started playing.

After buying 'Broadwalk', one of the dark blue streets and losing horribly, I realized that I have been playing for a while. ALT+TAB to Google Chrome and the first thing I saw : "THE BIDDING HAS ENDED, PRINTER SOLD FOR $11"

at that time, my face was stuck for about 10 minutes in this expression:

After I cried for a while (did not actually happen) I was so determined on getting a new printer, I decided to find another one.

I looked around ebay, and found out that there are actually a lot of people trying to sell off their old junk for really cheap prices. I was pretty happy. I found this one printer that has not been used for 2 years and ran out of ink, but bidding expires in the next 3 hours. Starting price was 1 dollar and there was only one bidder : "chance" I thought.

So I returned to MONOPOLY and played around for an hour, helped my sister copy photos to my mum's digital photo album and before I realized, there was only 40 minutes left until the bidding ends, and there was still only 1 bidder. 

By the time 20 minutes was up, I was fully prepared. I showered, went to the toilet, drank a can of RedBull, fully awake, one hand on mouse ready to click 'bid' and the other hand in my pants I mean, on the keyboard to type in a value for bidding. 2 minutes to go. Still 1 bidder. 1 and a half minute. Still 1 bidder. Then suddenly I got distracted and ended up at Google searching for a timer app for my phone, but then I remembered about the auction and looked back, 45 seconds to go, I screamed out, "SH*T"

I suddenly clicked 'bid' and typed in 2 dollars. The screen went blank indicating a new page was opened, then something unexpected happened: I WAS NOT LOGGED IN TO EBAY! GAAAAAHHHHH

However, 2 years of having the same password for every login page I know had helped me out, I typed my password in as fast as I could, and returned back to the bidding page with 30 seconds to go. 2 bucks. bid.

"ANOTHER MEMBER HAD BID AT A HIGHER VALUE, YOUR BID WAS DISREGARDED" message came up, and I panicked. I put down 3 bucks. bid. the same message came up. it said the last bid was 5 dollars. I bid again, 5 seconds to go. 6 dollars, and with superhuman speed I reached for my mouse, aimed it at 'confirm' and clicked. Time felt like it was moving 10 times slower. blank page.

The page reloaded, and it says, "bidding has ended. printer sold for $6". At that second, I lifted my arms signalling victory and satisfaction. I felt pretty proud of myself.

So that was the story of how I bought myself a 10 year old printer that has not been used for 2 years for $6. Later on I told ET my marvelous and epic achievement: 

ET: "so.... do you know if it's still functioning?"

me: "well, no. but he did say it was still working 2 years ago"

ET: "to sum it up. you wasted $6 buying a printer that probably won't work anymore, without knowing whether it was compatible with your operating system, from some bloke you've never met before?"

me: "yup," I said in a tone that a person would use when he was in the proudest moment of his life.

ET: "you are such an idiot."

So I just sent the seller a message, and we are planning to meet up tomorrow at 1 outside Target. At least I get to meet him in public. That way he can't kidnap me, kill me and eat me for dinner.

Let's hope the printer still works. My $6 I've been saving up the last year will not go to waste!

WISH ME LUCK!

Struggle in the lecture theatre(s)

Wow, I can't believe the whole semester, no, the whole YEAR has already passed. Felt like just a weekend. A thrilling, fun and life-changing weekend. 

So there you go, for most of the people I know, we are only a month away from completing first year of university! oh man time sure flies when you're having fun, or struggling to adapt to the sudden change of lifestyle..

ET had recently told me that she was interested in reading my blog. I told her to read the whole thing from the start so that she gets the gist of the format of my blog, such as the purpose of writing my blog, why I don't use emoticons, or why I use LETTERS to represent people's names in my stories. ET then said, "blogs are not meant to be posts that people have to look back to and enjoy, each and every post should be as good and as unrelated to the other so that people who just recently found it can enjoy it straight away"

She had made a really good point, and looking back over what I've been posting lately, it had finally occurred to me that I have not been doing so well in terms of creating a good blog. When I read people's blogs I do not read back to their very first post. So I would like to go back to the main theme of this blog - that is telling screwed up stories of me.... screwing up. 

To be completely honest, the story that most people seemed to like the most, the story of the missing M, was the peaking moment of me being a struggler, and no story that I can think of can top it off in terms of me being a retard. But since we are in the topic of ending first year university, let's recap to a story relating to the new method of learning that I was not (and still am not) used to : lectures.

It was halfway through second semester, and clearly I wasn't still able to successfully juggle my social life with uni life, and so I tend to forget my schedule for lectures and tutes. I had almost forgotten to go to my Physics lecture once, but luckily I remembered. So I went to our usual lecture theater and took a seat in the middle of the back row. I was a couple of minutes early and the seats were filled fast with people who I don't seem to recognize. The first thing I noticed was that we had a different lecturer. I thought to myself "oh right, this must be the new lecturer everyone was talking about". Then I looked up and saw the projector was displaying a slide that said 'trigonometric functions'. As the lecturer was getting prepared for his slides, I looked at my watch and thought "there's still a couple of minutes till the lecture starts, the slides must be from the last lecture."

So I sat there, my physics notes ready on the table with my pens, surrounded by people who seemed to be from a different stream. I looked at my watch as the lecturer starts to speak, "just in time" I thought to myself. And here was how the next 5 minutes went down :

Lecturer : OK, get your books out and we'll continue on Trigonometric functions

Everyone pulled out their orange calculus 2 books and at that time, I just made a mind-boggling realization. I WAS IN THE WRONG LECTURE

student next to me :dude, forgot your notes?

me : uhm, yeah sort of... listen, I just remembered I had to go somewhere can I get out? sorry

So there I was, right in the middle of the row struggling to walk towards the corridor.. making loud noises while people stare at me. I walked down the corridor to the door and noticed my friends who happened to study Calculus laughing and pointing at me. When I reached the door, I hid from the lecturer, dropped my bag on the floor and gave my friends two middle fingers, and I ran to the actual physics lecture.

A few minutes later, my friend texted me: 

St: "mate, 5 minutes of the lecture too boring for you?"

me : "haha nah mate, I was in the wrong theatre!"

St: "......you're a crazy man. I approve of this."

Just last week, I was early to my physics lecture again, just played pool with my good friend MB and thought that I should actually rock up to a lecture for once. I waited for the last lecture to finish, and I went in. I looked around the theater and saw some faces that seemed familiar to me. I looked to the lecturer and realized that it was the same old lecturer who lectures Calculus 2. Some of my friends who don't come to my stream of Physics lecture came through the door, I thought, "these guys don't do physics.... wait, deja vu..... ohhhhhh right."

So yes. throughout the whole year I am still not used to this new teaching concept called lectures, I guess it takes a while for a struggler to learn new things, just like my breadth subject from last semester.

me, just a week ago: "I think I'm becoming more logical lately"

ET : "haha good for you, but wait, why now? You did 'Logic' last semester"

me: "hm yeah, I guess it took me 3 months to finally catch up with the subject"

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On a different note, I received a nice photo taken by T this afternoon. Seems like the MAXIMA logo that I asked him to buy for me from eBAY had finally arrived, if you've just caught up with my blog, please read the incident of the missing M post. 

props to J for the funny arrangement of letters

Can't wait to try out different funny phrases I can make with this set, along with the ones I have stuck on my car. 

So there you go, a post reliving some 'typical Adhi' moments that this blog has been lacking lately. For those who just recently tuned in to this blog, I hope you enjoyed the post and I hope you look forward to many more posts to come!

HAVE A GREAT WEEKEND!

Romance, it's all a mystery

I have noticed how I have been using the words "noticed and realized" very often in my posts, so let's try a different expression

it has come to my attention that I am sitting home alone writing a blog on a Friday evening.
it has come to my attention that I am 10 lectures behind of schedule and my exams are only a week away.
it has come to my attention that there were many people (not including me) were completely trashed at uni today
it has come to my attention that SECOND SEMESTER IS OVER!!! YEEEAAAAA, and finally
it has come to my attention that more people are getting into relationships.

I have described myself as a struggler at driving, at making grammatically concise sentences and at pretty much everything I do. But in my opinion, I find myself to struggle the most at understanding the emotions of those of the opposite gender.

My friend CB (no it's not Chris Brown or C*ck Blocker) had written a very sensitive and public message to his ex-spouse:

‎"So (X), I hear that you have somebody else in your life, I know it has been a while since we went our separate ways. The way I see it is I have two choices. I either beat the sh*t out of him or I totally forget
about you. But there is no use in any of those because none of them is gonna bring you back to me. I remember like it was only yesterday when you took me out to the park and kissed me in the rain. It is normal for somebody to remember their first love?
Cause i never got over you."

naww how sweet. HAHAH JUST KIDDING IT WAS A JOKE

but still, if only I was able to pull off something like that...

I asked my friends why I find it harder than others to approach girls or become closer to them, and they said:

G: "you're too nice to other girls"

E: "you're too indecisive"

T: "you're fat."

I find T's advice to be very honest and helpful. 

But yes, come to think of it, I tend to change my mind very often. One second I think she's the perfect one for me and the next second I look the other way. Do people find it hard to make such a decision? Or have I not met 'the one' yet? Am I supposed to take some sort of leap in this situation? Or just let fate decide?

If there is one thing to take away from this post, it's this : I guess I am just a hopeless romantic.

Hrmh, I'm not feeling it tonight. I don't feel like posting an extremely long post. Maybe because I'm tired from sitting in the sun the whole day. So I'll post a nicer post tomorrow.

CYA!

A waste of a night

I'm writing this post because I woke up to early. Woke up 40 minutes ago, yeah at 6.40am. why? I'll tell you why.

As I was walking along the train station to my car in the car park yesterday after uni finished at 5.00pm, I was planning the whole night for myself:

1. I swim
2. I blog
3. I study
4. I blog
5. I skip 3.
6. Let's get started on 5. first.

So yes that plan would've pretty much filled the whole night of doing something. But none of those things happened.

I got home, ready to go to swim (the outdoor swimming pool opens at 5 and closes at 7 so I had to leave immediately if I want to swim under the sun) but somehow my hand reached for the television remote instead. Turned on the TV and walked to the fridge. Got some food, sat on the couch and pretty much neglected swimming.

After eating, I felt pretty guilty so I went upstairs to study for compensation. Turned on my laptop and suddenly I felt really tired and sleepy. I don't know why but my brain was ALMOST SHUTTING DOWN. ok not really I just really did not want to study.

So I thought, yep let's take a little nap, I went to my bed and went to sleep about 2 seconds later. It was 6.00pm

The next thing I know, I woke up at 6.40AM. I SLEPT FOR 12 HOURS. WHAT. THE. HELL. the whole night was gone, all that I planned on doing (mostly study for exams) were not done! When I woke up I realized that the sun was out. If I didn't need to pee I'd probably slept till 7.50 and miss my first class again. They really should put 'struggler' as an option for special consideration for exams.

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Somehow, the dream that I had the night before is still in my mind, usually I can't remember my dreams so when I woke up I was pretty surprised. Here was how it went :

The first thing I remembered was that I was back in Year 12 and I was at a tutor in some dude's house in the middle of nowhere, I had just finished my tutor at 7.00pm and I needed a ride home. So I asked a friend but he just suddenly drove off. what a rat. I looked around for a way to get home. No trams, buses or trains around. So I texted my dad. The second the text was sent, my dad came out and told me: I've been waiting in the car in the parking lot downstairs. There was a parking lot downstairs? I did not know that (how sweet of my dad btw) before I realized, it was already 11.00 (in the dream)

I remembered in the car that there was a friend's party that EVERYONE is going to. So I told my dad that I need to go home first to get ready etc. When I got home, EVERYONE WAS AT MY PLACE! turns out they got sick of the first party so they had the afterparty at my place. I do not know how they got in there or how they assumed it was ok to have a party at my own house without my consent. But whatever, I thought positive and enjoyed the company of my friends for the rest of the night. The next half an hour of my dream was just simply hanging out with my friends at my own home, like we usually do in real life. I don't want to sound corny or anything but during that half an hour I felt secure and simply. happy. Those dreams that make you feel like there is nothing to worry about, like you are living in the moment and just the feeling of enjoying some quality time with friends, was all that I need for me to have a decent start to the morning.

So there you go, an odd but heart warming (at least for me) dream that helped me get through the worst part of every person's morning. Getting up. Now off to Uni, NOT LATE!

LOOK FORWARD TO THE NEXT POST!

A Morning full or awkwardness

My morning today was quite unusual. Well except for the fact that I didn't turn up to my lecture again and ended up having to catch up online....

My mum woke me up at 6.45 because she thought it was 8 already. Seriously who does that? What a family of strugglers. So I went back to sleep til 7.45, and I got ready for uni.

My dad is leaving to Indonesia this morning for business, so after a couple of hugs and goodbyes I left the home later than usual.

I arrived to my train station at 8.50 and my lecture was at 9.00, yeah definately won't make it this time so I was just planning to set up my laptop to the uni's wireless internet, which I did.

So at the platform everything was pretty normal, me listening to my ipod while checking out a chick on the other side of the platform, when someone I least expected came up to me and said hi, my brother. Because I left a bit later than usual, my brother caught up to me and we ended up waiting for the same train. Do you know that half-asleep feeling when you're just waiting for your brain to turn on, and don't really want to talk to anyone? yeah we were both in that state. So we said hi, and minded our own business.

Still waiting for the train to come, another person came up to me. This time it was the most random encounter I've ever had on a train platform, it was the dad of my friend, let's call him X. Still in the state of half-asleep, this was how the conversation went. (things in brackets like this represent what I was saying in my mind):

Me: oh hey! (ok so far so good, now say something nice)
me: Haven't seen you in a while! (NO F**KING S**T YOU LOSER why would you see this person often?!  quick, change the topic!)
X's Dad: Yeah it's been a while.

me : (ok ok, lets fix this up.. hmm what to talk about... oh yeah his son!) So how's uhm..
(HOLY CRAP! I dont remember who's dad I am talking to! UHMMMM is it F or L?! AAAGHH IM COMPLETELY BLANKING! JUST SAY SOMETHING!)

me: uhhmmmm... yeah. (WHAT! DONT JUST SAY 'YEAH' YOU RETARD)

So the guy I am talking to, the dad of so-called X, stared at me for about 5 seconds, waiting for me to finish my sentence, and finally realized I have no idea what I was talking about.. so he just said "yeah good"

X's dad: "yeah F's coming to visit your uni soon" (OH MY GOD I KNEW IT WAS F'S DAD! DAMN IT!)

Thoughts were racing in my brain as the train arrived in the platform and slowing down, "what to say now? do i keep talking or just face away and walk in the train?" I looked at him and realized that he was entering from a different door. "THANK GOD" I thought.

me: "ok i'll see you around" and I went into the train with my brother.

my brother : "who was that?"
me : "F's dad"

my brother then gave a face not really expressing shock, more like, a 'what the f**k' look. I gave him one of those awkward turtle gestures to show how awkward the conversation was.

my brother : what the hell is that?
me : don't you know? awkward turtle!
my brother : ......... you're lamer than I thought you are.

The next 40 minutes in the train was still awkward between my brother and I. We stood next to the door of the carriage opposite of each other, and I tried not to make eye contact. Remember, eye contact means engaging in a conversation. So for 40 minutes I was facing left looking out the window, minding my own business.

My brother left a station before mine, and thus my awkward morning has come to a conclusion. One thing to say about the morning : I am no longer half-asleep, nor will I ever be for the next 24 hours.



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so up till 2 days ago, I keep telling myself, "why are you writing this blog, no one's even reading this stuff" but as the day passed, people are starting to tell me, "haha adhi your blog is pretty good! keep writing!" and from then on I never hesitated to write a new post.

What I'm trying to say is, I was very close to stop writing this blog, until the support of my friends motivated me to keep writing. I would really like to thank those who've been reading my blog and those who've been talking about it, because I made this blog for the readers, and without them this is just a mere website talking about the failed attempts of a struggler at being... normal.

Well that's about it for now, I really should listen to the lecture I am in right now.

CATCH YOU SOON!

Struggle with the new laptop

hmm.. what was I about to say.... oh yes. THE LAST POST WAS SO CRAP!

I read over it (seriously this is becoming my new hobby) and it made me feel so depressed and guilty for making you read such a bad post. So now I would like to make a new post to compensate for being an idiot.

I have noticed how my posts made a pattern. It goes like this: bad > even worse > really crap > not worth reading etc. so I believe I NEED TO LIFT MY GAMEE.

Staying at home the whole day without doing anything was probably the reason I've been acting a bit odd. I like to go out and talk to people, or doing anything really.. Anything that gets me out of STUDYING. so in a nutshell, I am a procrastinating freak.

Today I've been trying to figure out all the new and fun gimmicks of my new laptop, and there are some good discoveries, along with some bad ones:
- today was the first time I played around with a fingerprint sensor, IT IS SO COOL signing in has never been so easy! internet explorer can save username and password information using the fingerprint sensor, so if I want to go on facebook I dont have to type anything (except for the actual facebook website) I just swipe my finger and GOOD TO GO! but sadly internet explorer is... well.... an absolute piece of crap so I wont be using that feature

- the webcam can also be used with a face recognition software, so I registered my face in the database and it can detect it so I can sign in without touching my laptop! It's pretty cool and I'm addicted to using it, I put the screensaver to go on after 1 minute of not using the laptop and make me sign in again so that I can use the face detector. yes I am extremely bored. But most of the time it takes a couple of tries. I don't know, maybe my laptop is so angry that the owner has such a weird face. You know what they call asians right? "you all look the same" well why don't I bring this laptop to uni tomorrow and put that to the test?

- I just recently (by recently i mean 1 second after I bought the laptop) realized that the resolution is only a mere 1280x800. High def laptops can go up to 1920x1080. Playing games on full definition laptops would be heaven. (given that the hardware of the laptop can actually keep up with the image rendering and all that, unlike my old laptop). So when I found out that my laptop can only give such low resolution, in my mind I said, "hmmmm ok so let's check the resolution..." (opened the resolution info page) "alright..........hmmmm.....wait.... what..................F**K"

- My old laptop was running on Windows XP, and my home PC runs in Vista. So Windows 7 is pretty new to me. I'm still trying to work out how to change the settings on this thing. I wanted to connect my phone via bluetooth and it. was. a. struggle. In my old laptop its just as simple as clicking 2 buttons. I paired my phone with my laptop and suddenly a menu popped up showing me all these random signs and names and options : would you like to connect this as dial-up? would you like to create a network using this device? would you like to kiss my ass? (if that one actually came up, I would marry this laptop). Turns out now my phone is working as an internet dial-up modem and everytime I try to connect anything, my internet just automatically connects to my phone, even though it actually has no relation to the internet.....

I have left this laptop on the whole day, and I am starting to become a bit worried about how it's holding up. The laptop says it is in a 'healthy' state but those things always lie. It tells you it's 'healthy' one second, and the next second it blows up. So lately I've been noticing some weird noises when I'm sitting down typing away on my laptop. It's a sort of a cluttering and creaking noise, sounds like something's struggling to hold up with whatever pressure I've been putting on it. I looked at my laptop, listened and the noise is still there. I looked around and finally found the source of the noise. Seems like I'm too heavy because my chair is really struggling   to hold my weight. Gotta lay off the fast food. or just food in general.

So yeah, the whole day I've caged myself in my room worshipping my laptop and actually studying for the first time the past 2 weeks. Got 55% for my internet assignment and pretty unhappy with it. I guess that's what you get for sleeping in and not turning up to lectures. or drawing pictures and annoying the person next to me when I am actually in the lecture.

I really do doubt that I can last a single day without having a chat with a friend, so I am really looking forward to going to uni tomorrow to engage contact with the local community (and to test the asians look alike hypothesis).

Hope this post is good enough for me to feel satisfied about myself so that I can go to sleep. If not then you shall be expecting a new post soon! If not, then I shall see you tomorrow!

BONNE NUIT

to f**k or not to f**k?

did the title grab your attention? It's a little misleading, just like most commercials or news headlines to make you read what the author's trying to say.

You may have noticed how many times the word f**k has been used in this blog. I used the word most of the time in quotes, and although it's a bit vulgar, it's still funnier than if the word is not there.

Those who don't know me personally would think that I am a person who don't swear a lot right? hahahaha funny. No I am quite the two (or maybe even multi) face. I act differently around different people, and in different situations. For example I totally grease my family off and after a couple of years of doing it, it became a habit. So  now if you see me talking to my parents, you'll be saying 'that's not Adhi'. But it actually is, it's just not the Adhi that you usually hang out with.

Same with this blog, my friend B described it, and I am quoting " brings out a different Adhi, a more deep Adhi. deeper than the valleys of Indonesia itself". Clearly he was kidding but when I read over my posts (yeah I did it again) I realized that the way I talk is different to how I normally speak in person. Why? I don't know. Is this me being just who I am? or is it just me trying to become a different person, a person who does not swear, a person who does not pull off lame and awkward jokes, or a person who is not like the idiot I have been describing throughout this post, the so-called struggler? No one knows.

Well anyways that was a little sesh of DNM and now let's go back to the main topic.

Believe it or not, I used to hate swearing. Yeah say all what you want, but about 4 years ago I used the words, 'freak or fudge' for the you-know-what word or 'sugar' for the other you-know-what word. Then slowly I became a little bit more comfortable to swearing, saying it casually when I hit my pinky toe against the table corner or when I got an F for a test, or even when a teacher told me to do my button up, followed by the word, "you".

But then early this year, I attended a mystical, fun and crazy event called Science Camp, and from then on, I changed. A few weeks after the alcohol and party games-fuelled weekend, I started to act differently, more party-like, and of course more vulgar. The word I used to despise using were spewed out of my mouth every two words and people were starting to wonder, where did the Old Adhi went off to. Here is a short conversation between my two friends ET and JH and I:

ET : you know what, you've been swearing a lot lately
me : f**k yeah, it f**king makes me sound more f**king mature
ET: no it doesn't, just stop.
JH : man I still remember when we first met, you were so nice and innocent
me : STFU YOU SLOB
JH & ET : we miss the old Adhi

and obviously since then I've grown a little less vulgar, but the tendency of swearing still hasn't gone away. Lately I've been thinking of whether to put swear words or not into my blog, sure it sounds rough and immature, but it sorta does put across put the emotions that I am trying to depict in certain situations. I probably won't swear in my actual posts, but like what I've done before, I might slip in a few during conversations of quotations. Besides, why should an 18-year old act so mature anyway?

So there you go, a little brief explanation as to how the 'nice and innocent' Adhi became the person who wrote this post, with a little touch of deep personal opinions to add a little 'zing' to its flavour.

I was planning to make this post a bit funnier, but I'm not feeling it today... maybe a funny anecdote about uni tomorrow may compliment this boring and awkward post. Now to install iTunes on my new laptop and then watch the NEW EPISODE OF HOW I MET YOUR MOTHER!

SEE YOU SOON!

One push of a button...

Sitting in the middle of a children's play area alone in Officeworks opposite Chadstone waiting for my laptop to start working again, all I wanted was to post the stories I've come across during the day in my blog.

So how did this happen? First we need to go back a couple of hours earlier.

Today was the first day of uni since I've started my blog. And I've noticed how everyone complimented my funny stories and how I helped them get through a boring and uneventful weekend...... HA! not really..

Uni is still pretty much the same, considering how NO ONE reads my blog. I woke up late as usual, rocked up to my lecture half an hour late as usual, made a racket while trying to find a seat as usual, and forgot my lecture notes at home.. as usual.

Today's weather was almost as awesome as yesterday so after my 12pm lecture (which finished at 1) I went to the uni lawn and chilled there with a couple of friends for lunch. Before I knew it an hour had passed and I realized that I promised to be home by 3 to go look for a laptop with my parents... it takes 1 and a half hours to get home... WOOPS.

So I hurried back home and before I had the chance to say a word my parents kicked me out of the house and we left to look for laptops.

My mum suggested to go to the Officeworks near our house in Glen Waverley and so we went. We looked around for the laptop I wanted, a VAIO S-series but they don't have any in stock. The dude who helped check for us told me to go to Harvey Norman instead, which was the original plan...

On the way to Harvey Norman near Chadstone, my mum realized that the main store for Officeworks is actually right next to it. She laughed idiotically and I just stared at her (yeah I wasn't paying attention to the road) I guess struggleness runs in the family..

We went to Harvey Norman and found this TOSHIBA laptop which was twice as fast as the VAIO i wanted but costs about the same. I was really, like.. REALLY eager to get it but my mum told me to wait for my dad to decide so we did. We spent 30 minutes waiting for my dad until my mum suggested to check the Officeworks next door.

We checked out the place, and damnn it was at least twice as big as the one we went to before. HUGE collection of laptops, and this other TOSHIBA laptop caught my attention. 13.3 inch screen, Intel Core i5 processor 520M, 500 GB hard drive, 4GB RAM and 512 MB dedicated NVIDIA GeForce 310M graphics. I'm not much of a tech expert but for 1200 bucks THAT IS A HUUUUUGE BARGAIN. The TOSHIBA laptop from before was 1500 bucks and it actually had worse specs hahah

So we ended up buying the latter and completely neglected Harvey Norman for their crappy deals. I wanted to get home as soon as possible and try this bad boy out, but mum wanted me to try it out in the store instead. The only power supply they had was next to the children play area so I had to sit in this one tiny stools that kids sit on while the draw on the table using chalk. I pushed the on button and the laptop went into one of these configuration setting modes that apparently most laptops go through. It rebooted and went back to configuration mode and rebooted again and configured again. This process repeated for another 5 times until my dad told me, "I think you broke it"...

ONE PUSH OF A BUTTON. JUST ONE. AND I BROKE MY NEW LAPTOP. what. the. hell... I decided to wait for the laptop to finish the never ending chain of rebooting and configuring. After 20 minutes my mum and dad got bored and left me alone in the store. And that's where we left off..

I sat there, alone, waiting for my laptop to start working. During that time, I tried to make use of my time. I drew pictures on the table with chalk, but people started to stare at me so I stopped. A really good looking girl who was working there came along and I stared at her. She stared back at me so I stopped. I start taking my clothes off but people were screaming and trying to escape the building so I stopped. There was a computer with internet connection not too far away from where I was sitting but I was afraid that someone would take my precious laptop away if I leave it alone for a short session of freedom.

2 HOURS HAS PASSED, and FINALLY MY LAPTOP REBOOTED FOR THE LAST TIME. The desktop appeared for the first time and I tried out some programs to make sure it is FULLY functional. Then, as fast as I could, I packed up, stormed out of the shop and RAN TO MY CAR to get home quickly.

So that was the story of how I got my NEW LAPTOP! The keyboard is a bit smaller but it's definitely manageable. So much struggle to just get a piece of machine. Yes being a struggler is not easy...

Very sexy and light, it's even shining!

Well anyway this boring story has come to an end and I realized how long my post is this time around. I actually had some more stuff to post but I guess it can wait. NOW OFF TO ADMIRING MY NEW LAPTOP!

BYE

The incident of the missing M

So here I am. Staring into the screen of my computer (my screwed up home computer that is probably infected by a virus because my laptop broke) with Facebook, MSN and Youtube opened. Clearly, I'm bored and PROCRASTINATING. So here we go:

I've been reading over my last post (yeah I've been doing that a lot) and I noticed how I've introduced my 4 closest friends and they were never mentioned. Instead I mentioned my other friend who sarcastically loved my first post and another friend who shared his awesome screenshot of the expression most people give me when words come out of my mouth. I'm planning to write a pretty long story so buckle up.

This is the tale of the missing M, and many other things that happen to have made my day miserable. Obviously when these events happened I didn't go around laughing my ass off for my stupid actions, but thinking back I find it to be a pretty good and entertaining story.

Some background story - E and I usually go for waffles during Tuesday nights because waffles are awesome. The waffles place is in Westfield Doncaster and we usually go straight there from the city (where our universities are located)

OK so my day started off pretty normal. I smack my alarm clock to put it on snooze about 400 times and I wake up pretty much 2 hours late for my first class. Left the house at about 9 and thought to park some place closer to Doncaster because, petrol is worth as much as...petrol these days. I went over to Box Hill for parking near the train station.. couldn't find anything. So I went to Laburnum for parking, none there. Then I went to Blackburn, and their parking lot is seperated into like three different lots so I spent almost 30 minutes looking for parking. STILL NOTHING. Then I thought to try again at Box Hill, thinking that someone would probably drive off during the 40 minutes I've spent looking at different stations. You guessed right, nothing.

I was pretty pissed at this moment, so I decided to go into one of those dodgy underground parking lots where you have to pay. To save space, the owners of the parking lot would thought it'd be a good idea to make the entrance and exit of the parking lot almost as wide as my car. So entering was a struggle but no accidents. YET. I went inside, parked and realized that I DIDN'T HAVE ENOUGH CHANGE. I had no other choice but to park somewhere else. On my way out, I went through that narrow exit and SCRATCH! the left front of my bumper fully scraped the wall. I ended up finding parking in a station on the other side of the town 2 hours later. 2 HOURS!

After uni, I met up with E and trained back to East Malvern to where I parked. Since Doncaster was about 20 km away I had no idea where I was going. Luckily E did. So we drove past this road I never went through and obviously, I took the wrong turn.

E : "YOU IDIOT! YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO TURN LEFT!"
E : "YOU NOOB! DON'T U TURN ON A MAIN ROAD!"
E : "CAN YOU DRIVE? WE'RE IN THE F**KING INCOMING LANE!" (ok this one didn't really happen)

So we turned into a small road and I did a 3-point turn (which I usually do perfectly) but after backing up, BANG! I hit a tree.

E: "@!$%!#%$#@ CHECK YOUR CAR!"
ME: "NO WAY MAN WE GOTTA BAIL"

We didn't end up checking the car, and we drove to waffles. On the way, however, we came across this T-intersection, and I was turning right. The lights were yellow and I told E that I'd make it in time..... FLASH we got caught by the camera. By this time, E was just so shocked by my epic struggle in life that he stopped bagging me. All I had to say was, "this better be some f**king good waffles"

At westfield, while waiting for our friend to come, E suggested me to check on the car, so we went. We looked at the back bumper and saw nothing, odd.

E: "dude there's nothing there"
me : "yeah this is making me feel better"
E : "haha yeah man" slowly looking up at my backlights "I reckon it won't be to- WHAT THE F**K IS THAT"

my heart sank, I looked up, and the nissan MAXIMA that has been used by my family for over 7 years turned into an AXIMA.

So there I was, sitting in a cafe eating my misery away in the form of waffles (which turned out pretty good) and drove back home, thinking back at my day of being a struggler. my day of being Adhi.

A couple of months later I told J and T the same story and they added a few comments later on: 

J : (after me telling how I woke up late) why would you wake up so late, don't you care about uni?

J : (after me telling how I went back to Box Hill) why would you go back to BH, you really think someone would just go to the city for 40 minutes?

E : yeah please just ignore the fact that Adhi has the ability to think straight

T : yeah that's totally Adhi

J : (after me telling how I scraped my car) yeah seriously, how did you get your P's?

J : (after me telling how I lost my M) whyyy the hell did you bail? what, did you think the owner of the tree would want his branch back? (a very valid argument, by the way)

T : HAHAHAHAHA YOU NOOB WHAT A FAT F**K

and so yes. The story of the missing M is coming to a conclusion. I looked for that M a couple of weeks later, I guess someone was in a desperate need of an M badge and took it.

now wasn't that a nice story? A PHRASE TO DESCRIBE THAT DAY: typical Adhi.

well, sleep is important so I should probably head off. Getting a new laptop tomorrow, so excited! 

GOOD NIGHT!

I FINALLY FIGURED OUT INCEPTION

Just got back from swimming, and boyy was it fun.


I've realized how I add a new post ever 3 seconds since I've started blogging. Well you know how when you find a new toy you play around with it really often (NO this is not a dirty metaphor) and then you get sick of it after some time and never play with it again? yeah this is what's gonna happen to my blog I'm guessing. 


But since I am still in this 'wanna blog about every part of my life' phase, why don't we just enjoy some fun stories about my expedition to the swimming pool?


Who knows how to pull off a butterfly properly? you know that swimming technique that's really painful to do? I can't do it. I tried to do a lap of butterfly just then, and people were staring at me. I see a smile on the lifeguard's face (who was actually pretty babe) and kids who were sunbathing were giggling like crazy. Hmm maybe it's a sign. Another struggle moment. 


Anyway, I tend to think about random stuff while I swim. This one time I thought about what would happen if the very thought of religion never existed. I don't want to get into that because I am not philosophical and people would just think of me as more of a struggler if I told them my retarded and incomprehensible ideas. Anyway today my mind somehow sidetracked to Inception - that movie starring Leonardo DiCaprio about mindf**king people in their dreams. I watched that movie about 3 months ago and up until now, I've been thinking.. why is it called Inception? where in the part of the movie did the bad guy got 'Inception'-ed? Ladies and gentlemen, after 3 months of trying to figure out the most obvious part of the story, I finally figured out how Inception worked in the movie. And after finishing my 10th lap, I just made a face so seriously retarded that people laughed at me (again) while saying "OHHHHHHHH so that's what it was". Struggle count since I made this blog : 4. I think I struggle more than this person: (thanks B for sharing this pic)

on to a different topic: I've always thought of myself to be a good story teller. A friend of mine was telling me how he reacted to my first post on this blog, and I am quoting "(I) simply got infatuated by the poetic nature with which u write, so much fluency, passion and emotion, much like shakespeare.." He was being sarcastic. (well I thought he was). Yes sometimes I believe that I do tell a tale in a sophisticated and well-thought out manner, I thought my first post was not bad.. But after reading my second post...... UHMMM no.


I guess as the title of my blog suggests, I am still trying to learn the nature of social communication (actually I should change it to " A reason for me to practice enlighs AND social communication skills" but it would sound  weird so I'll just keep it that way) and so these first couple of posts may be BORING, LAME AND EVEN OFFENSIVE. please forgive me. 


WELL that was a good blogging session, now off to study for my exams! 


SAMPAI JUMPA