After Four Years

Finally, we're going to move out of college...

Four years seem like a long time, and I suppose it is... I suppose if not for the fact that the college would soon be torn down, we would have continued to stay there until the end of the year...

It's a big adventure for me, as I have never truly rented a place before, and a big headache, too... I didn't realise that I have so much JUNK collected throughout the years I have stayed in Sydney (my sixth year so far, so I count my lucky stars that I'm moving now rather than, say, 12 years later).

Packing is the worst part so far, but I suspect that moving EVERYTHING from here to the new place would be HAVOC.

A friend told me that it's a new chapter in my life. Well, I wish for the hard part to move on quickly.... :P

After Four Years

"Vote Wisely"

My family and I would tune and watch the election results closely come election every four years. 8th of March 2008, I am not in Malaysia to follow the results closely. Nevertheless, I am watching, and waiting.

I do hope that the voters have indeed, in the words of our Prime Minister, voted wisely.

"Vote Wisely"

Don't Be That Guy!

So there I was on a Wednesday evening walking towards the exit of Central Station like any other evening, minding my business, when this guy walks up from behind and alongside me, and asks,

"I have seen you from somewhere. Where do you work?"

Nice try, MATE. I felt like telling him, "THE POLICE STATION". Of course, I was too polite, not to mention, too wary of him, to say that. I walked faster and mumbled, "I'm in a hurry."

I don't know what his intention was, but if it was to:

1. use that line as a pick-up line, BAD CHOICE. Why ask me where I work? It made me think that he's a stalker. My aunt told me that there are a lot of crazy people in Australia when I first came to Australia, and, in my line of work, I have met many crazy people. Besides, my mummy tells me never to talk to strangers. So there.

2. ask me where I work because he actually recognised me, let him figure it out on his own. I'm not about to tell any Tom, Dick, and Harry, where I work.

Tough luck, mate. You picked the wrong person to chat up.

Don't Be That Guy!