For Your Eyes Only

Sydney lacks two things. Security and trash bins. Like seriously, I was standing at the bus stop in Alexandria with the McD's trash in my hand and was looking for a bin. I walked like two bus stops and a block and a half and I saw nothing. So, I took a cab instead cos I hate having too many things in my hand on a bus and McD trash DOES stink despite the good food. Now, security... I don't mean security as in security guards. It's more like people's courage to do something. I think people here in Sydney are SO friggin relaxed it's so stupidly hard to make a decision cos they're so scary cat about one little 'might be wrong' thing they might do.

So, revue's over! Now, this is where I panic since I have NOTHING to do. Maybe assignments but who cares about them at the moment. I hate uniwork. Yuxor. But yeah, I'm so in deep shit cos I have nothing to do with myself. So, this might mean I might lure back to the scene again. I've been back to the drinking scene. I got drunk and kissed Zoe and Jane during CSE afterparty. Jane and I were cool cos we're trashbags anyways but Zoeywise, ah well.. she IS a nice kisser so it was so not wasted. Better than some jerk who would just kiss me to have a piece of me in bed with them. Another highlight of the party is when Jack, Robyn, Jess and I walked in half naked and danced half naked to represent next year's Med Revue 2009 and some dudes took their shirts off as well. Rock on, cse party people!! I'm having some good feeling about Med Revue 2009.... *swoons*

So, I had an eye moment with this dude in front of the science theatre. I was SO STUPID to not have talked to him. So, given that he might be doing some google searches.. I'm gonna be stupidly clever now and kinda help him with his search... please bear with me, readers but I really need to see this guy..

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now that should be enough for google to return with this blog address.. SO, given he's found me via google.. here's my message

"I'm so sorry that I didn't talk to you. You might have been looking at me cos I'm weird or cos you wanna bash some pooftas in uni. I was brought up in a country where staring equals beating up. So yeah, I dare not come up to you and have assumed wrong shit. If you still wanna stare at me, come to the science theatre every afternoon. I'll be there studying (I hope).. except Tuesday and Thursday... I'll be on the grass patch in front of Science Theatre..

P.S. can we at least talk this time? I do speak good engrish you know"

Music: Lighthouse Family - Lost in Space

Mood: hopeful