In Aussie Land

Aussie Aussie Aussie! Oi Oi Oi!

Hye guys, I 've finally got some time with a computer, completely undisturbed, all alone and entertained!

Okays, you guys seriously made my day at the airport! I was so happy to be sent of like that. At the airplane me and mishie started to read our emails... she didn't cry then, its kinda hard to have the right crying environment when you're stuck in a chair made to torture your butt. Then I opened my mail. I loved every letter. And karl, if you're wondering, I nearly teared. No way though, not crying. Still and unshakeable wall of man.

Thej light to australia was comfortable enough, with the air stewardesses going out of their way to make you feel comfortable.

Joseph: "miss?"

Stewardress: "..."

Joseph: " Miss..."

Stewardress: irritatedly puts on hand up to shut me up.

Stewardress: YES??? WHAT CAN I GET YOU?

Joseph: "urm, I think I'm supposed to have free nasi lemak because I have signed up for it right here"

Stewardress:" NO YOU HAVE NOT BECAUSE THESE CHAIRS DO NOT HAVE FREE NASI LEMAK."

Joseph: "okay, aunty kim, they said I don't have free nasi lemak or something like that."

Aunty Kim: "They should have what, we bought it for you all."

Joseph: hey miss, I think I am supposed to have free nasi lemak"

Stewardress: annoyed sigh, " OKAY, I'LL CHECK THE LIST AGAIN BUT THERE'S NO FREE NASI LEMAK FOR SEAT."

que an irritated Joseph walking back to his seat.

Their seats were plush and very ergonomically shapped, meant to ensure you stayed awake throughout the entire duration of your flight. Not only that, the services were espicially catered to the rich since, our humble nasi lemak cost a sweet 12 rm. The acidic sting of chilli coroding your insides till the next time you cast off all that hinders you (toilet).

Our first week of orientation was pretty much back to back things to do. It was at Trinity college, and we stayed in its old buildings. The orientation was about how to take a bus, how to do banking and basically how to survive and australia without crying every single night. Made some friends here as well, if you think I'm a peacock, these guys are like the peacock bosses who eat little peacocks with their salads. The room where I'm staying at was pretty much like a jail cell. Complete with its very own, gaping hole in the netting for the marvelous blood suckers to get through. Nights were terrible, no laptop, no letters from friends, just a student booklet and mosquitoes zzzzing around my ears. (I left everything with my parents who were staying somewhere else).

Half way throught the night I was rudely awkened by about three or four annoying blood suckers. That kept me awake for about half an hour. I went on the offensive, spreading my limbs out infront of me, daring them to attack. When they came, I struck, with all the speed and force I could muster. Killing the mozzy and spreading my already sucked blood on my bed sheets. This went on for two nights. Then I couldn't take it anymore. I went back home to sleep with mom and dad. No amount of socializing can make me think those blood suckers and sleep deprivers are worth it.

The food is good. Loads of carb and tons of protein. I'm turning into a balloon. I am huge balloon!!!



When I actually managed to fall asleep, I woke up again, attac