Monday, April 26, 2010

The Seven Stages of Assignments

I go through various stages when I am about to do an assignment.

First I go through the 'motivational' phase: 'I really have to do work this weekend. I know! I'll start it earlier so I'll have more time to plan and finish it and I won't rush it like the last assignment!'

Then comes the all-too-familiar 'procrastination' phase: 'Ehhh, I can do it tomorrow. Still got one day.'

Then comes the 'guilt-while-stubbornly procrastinating' phase: 'Shit, I really need to do this essay. But I really don't want to do it..well, another hour of mindlessly trawling around Facebook can't hurt that much. I'll do it after that, really.'

Rinse and repeat..till, I don't know, 6 hours before the deadline.

Then comes the 'emoing' phase:  'Oh my god why did I leave this assignment so late! Why didn't I do it earlier! Now I have to rush all night and not sleep and I don't even have time to proofread..shit :(((('


After much complaining, I finally buckle down and enter the 'chionging' phase: (Sorry non-Chinese I really cannot find an English word to take its place) This is where the brain goes into hyperdrive and you're suddenly super focused and working through the essay like you're a child prodigy. (Sadly the end marks don't always reflect that, but still)


About halfway into it your concentration begins to wander, and I enter the 'justification' phase: 'Well I've worked for 3 hours, time for a snack/rest/nap!'


And it all goes downhill from there.


An hour before the deadline is the 'panic' phase if I'm still not done: 'SHIT THERE'S ONLY AN HOUR LEFT'

After I finally (eventually) submit it on time..


I then enter the 'party' phase.


'WOOHOO ASSIGNMENT COMPLETE! PARTAYYYYYYYY'


Right now I'm at the emoing phase :(

Saturday, April 24, 2010

Musings


Lately I've been feeling like I'm a little more isolated from everyone else, like there're already groups that have been established and everyone knows it's rather difficult to 'break in' into the status quo of a group.

I don't know if it's what I'm doing, or perhaps what I'm not doing, or perhaps just an unfortunate sequence of circumstances altogether, but while I have friends I wouldn't say that I really have many friends I can call up and hang out with here. There are just too many variables and maybe I'm just so much of a peculiar jigsaw piece that I can't fit in anywhere.


It could also be the homesickness kicking in, which is weird since homesickness isn't really supposed to kick in until about 6 months into being away, and I've not really even been here half that time yet. It probably also has something to do with the fact that it's actually incredibly hard to go over to a new country/completely new culture and start all over again. Especially when you do little-known courses or have very niche interests.

I was never the most popular girl back home but at least it was home. The place where you've built up thousands of contacts through years of schooling and other things, somewhere you can fall back on because people understand you and know who you are. Here, it's actually so much more difficult to begin again, especially in doing an Arts course because there are so many options that I rarely ever see the same people in my classes twice. In high school we made friends because we were confined to the same environment for an extended period of time, and were basically forced to interact - you can't help but make SOME friends under those circumstances.

Either way, though, I guess at least I have the trip back home (however short) to look forward to in June/July. I expect my calendar to be filled with a lot of going out trips! :P

Till then, I'll be stalking all of you on  Facebook!

Thursday, April 15, 2010

A solution.

I think what I'll do is keep it for 20 years.

Then give it to the person I wanted to give it to.

Does that work out?

Otherwise..I need a guy friend who wants a wallet.

Present nightmare.



I can never find anyone good to vent at any more (well, that and I'm at my uni computer that has no MSN) so I figure my blog is as good as any.

Now, those who know me will know that I'm a very thoughtful gift giver. I really notice what people like, and most importantly, what people need. I very rarely give people random, generic gifts like random pieces of jewellery and whatnot. I like the personalized touch, that extra bit of 'Oh my god wow, I really like/needed this, thanks!'

(Of course, this doesn't mean I go around giving out toasters or forks..unless the person really likes either).

I spend a lot of time deciding on and choosing presents, especially for the people I care about. 

And what I really, really hate, is when a present idea that I have carefully thought up and ALREADY PURCHASED (key point) has already been presented by someone else to the person I was intending it for.

A lot of people don't understand why this is such a big deal. 'Give it to someone else,' they say. Or 'I still want it, just give it to me'.

Thanks for trying to make me feel better, but it doesn't.

First point: I don't want to give you something you already have and don't need. I don't care if you still want it. The whole point of the gift is lost if you already have something like it - UNLESS the one you got is completely horrible and you hate it. (Like, I don't know, a Barbie bag or something). It must be that atrocious for me to feel even slightly mollified.

Second point: Regifting is a lot of times out of the question because presents that I choose for the people I care about are personalised. I mean, say I wanted to give Tao a mug with Ariel on it, but she already had the exact same one. Who else am I going to give a mug with Ariel on it? And even if I could find someone, the value of the gift, again, is lost - because I personally chose it for her. The phrase 'jie hua xian fo' - borrowing flowers to give to Buddha (I tried to type it in Chinese but it was really annoying me so I gave up) comes to mind. It's not quite that bad, but comparable.

Sigh. I don't know what I'm going to do now. Despite my earlier post I think I will likely end up regifting and finding something else instead. 

Monday, April 12, 2010

More cooking adventures!


Okay, as promised, a lot of long-overdue food pictures. Proof of my cooking! The above is when we made chicken with chicken rice, mashed potatoes, carrots and cucumber. I didn't take the process of it because I was too busy cooking! :P Mom told me to add butter to the rice, so I'll do that next time. I think I'm getting better at making mashed potatoes.

Then, one morning I decided I wanted a hot breakfast. So french toast it was!


Apparently you need to add milk and a bit of sugar in with the eggs before you whisk them.



Then butter the bread.


Fry the bread.


Serve drizzled with honey...and eat!

Yummy...



Bonus picture of me waving from outside the kitchen door. Yes I'm in pajamas.



Look! Salad! OMG healthy eating!

Only problem was, I tried to be creative and added eggs and ham to it, which is fine...

...but then I added Thousand Island sauce.

Turns out, eggs do not go well with Thousand Island sauce.

Lesson thoroughly learnt.



I bet you're all staring in amazement at this picture going 'DID YOU SERIOUSLY COOK THAT YOURSELF???'

Well.....

....

....

No, no I didn't.

(Awwww)

My dad's friend took me and Michelle (a friend) out to lunch somewhere in Glen Waverley, and that's what I chose - salmon with scalloped potatoes. 

I now love scalloped potatoes.



Michelle had a beef burger. It was a very big burger with very big fries.




And this is what Aunty Ai Hong (at least I hope I got the name right) ate..I think it's called seafood marinara?



Here you go Kai Hui..a full fledged bar complete with possibly every kind of alcohol you can think of.



This is apparently what they call 'bangers and mash'...sausages and mashed potatoes. But we made it healthy and colourful with veggies!




Trying to make stirfry noodles. Onions, chicken and veggies. I know broccoli and carrot feature prominently in just about every dish I do, but hey they're the easiest and they're still veggies!




I didn't know what noodles to use so I just kinda randomly picked one.




Painstakingly chopping the half-defrosted chicken.




Cooking the noodles.




Cooking the chicken and veggies.




Adding the stirfry sauce!




The finished product.

Note to future people who might attempt this - do not skimp on sauces and buy the cheap stuff. The sauce is EVERYTHING.




A typical night in the dining room.




Trying to make carbonara. Put waaaaaaaay too much cheese in! So fattening x.x




Some kind of cordial. It was fizzy and tasted a bit peculiar!

There, that should be enough food photos to hold you all till my next meal :P

Emoness


I always get a little bit 'emo'-fied after I finish Skyping with my family. You know how they say 'out of sight, out of mind'? Well, I wouldn't go that far as to say that that applies to me, but I will say that you really don't miss things as much until you actually see and hear that which you are missing. 

If that makes sense.

When you're living together and seeing each other under one roof all day long, you tend to take it all for granted and even get annoyed and wish you were somewhere else a lot. Living in close quarters makes the inhabitants rub off on each other, and often it makes tempers flare.

But when you're away, a whole different scenario occurs. Technology has made it such that the only thing really separating you and the other person is a screen, and physical contact. You can still hear them and see them, which is a far sight better than it used to be when all you could count on was snail mail, and you'd be lucky if you heard from them once a month.

The feelings and experiences, however, are still the same. I still miss my family. I know there are some people who've come here and said that they don't miss home at all, and you know, power to them and all, but I don't think there's any shame in remembering where you came from and wanting to go back. It's human nature to want to be with the ones we love most - and when away from them, miss them and want to go back.

There are a lot of things that modern age has told us is right to do. 'Leave your country', they tell us, and we've been brought up to believe. 'Opportunities are better elsewhere, you'll make more money there, you'll be happier there'. But why didn't these people ever mention your family?

I know there are people who wouldn't blink an eye if they had to move away and see their family perhaps once every ten years in the pursuit of material happiness.

I don't think I'm that kind of person.

As a compensation for this emo post, pictures of yummy food will be following.

Saturday, April 3, 2010

Look at me.

 
Hello world.

I think my face looks chubbier. :(  

I have finished the last of my assignments due before Easter (woot!) so that's hurdle one of Semester 1 gone. I am so extremely relieved. Note to self - when you have three assignments and a test due on the same week, don't leave it all till the last minute. (Easier said than done, yes I know).

It is now Easter, and most of the Australian residents here at Normanby have gone home. Those that have stayed are mainly international students and a few Australians who didn't go home. It's much quieter, but I find that not a bad thing - it's times like this when you really can just 'chill out', and stare at the computer all day doing absolutely nothing.

I like it.

Uncles Ka Soon and Cheng Liat have come to visit me in my room, they wanted to take me out for lunch on Friday but I had an assignment due then (on the same day) which I was rushing to complete so I couldn't go. Uncle Cheng Liat called me again today saying he was going to look at printers/fridge/rice cookers for me. There are quite distinct advantages to your father having contacts in almost all corners of the world at times.


Yes, I think I might get a fridge. Keeping my veggies in a place where chicken blood can drip on them rather helped change my mind about not getting one. 

The weather is getting colder and colder, today it was something like 15 degrees and I was shivering so I put on a cashmere sweater and my black jacket. Then when going into the city, it went up to 24 degrees so I was feeling hot...and then I came back home and it was cold again. Stupid unpredictable weather :(

I need a properly working heater.

On the other hand, I have been cooking and eating quite well, actually. Today I made instant noodles (because I was lazy) with a fried egg and a fried sausage instead of just noodles. I know it doesn't seem like much but when you've hardly ever had to cook in your life, never mind cook by yourself, it's quite the achievement. 

It's nearly been two months since I left sunny Malaysia and flew over here to new, unpredictable Melbourne. In that short amount of time, I learnt how to use the washing machine, iron my clothes, cook, vacuum, and do a million other things I would never normally do. I can catch public transport by myself, have resigned myself to the fact that being dependent on it sucks, and I can walk somewhere alone if I need to. To be sure, these are all little things and I know a lot of you must be thinking how spoilt I must have been to not be able to do these things before.

But I don't care. I'm proud of them - even though living on residence means there are still people who take care of you, I'm more independent now than I have ever been in my life. I feel like saying, "Hey, look at me. I can do it now."

Because you know what? I can. :)

Today I went out with a group of people, only one of whom I have met before and only for a few hours at a time. However the advantage of being international is - when you meet a fellow international, instantly you're 'the same people' - because you're both stuck in the same boat, have shared experiences, and if you come from the same country/region, have the same background. So it's really not too difficult to just mix around. In Malaysia, I probably would never have gone alone to meet a group of people I'd never met before. But rules change when you're not playing on your home turf.


To those thinking about going overseas but are worried about taking care of yourself: Don't worry. You'll learn. And everyone else will be learning right along with you.


Picture post fans, don't fret. There's a massive picture post coming right up!

Thursday, April 1, 2010

In desperate need of a break

Taken from 'bikerlawblog'


The past two days have been immensely frustrating for me. On Tuesday, I realized that I'd lost my student ID, and would have to pay AUD60 to get a new one. That itself was cause for dismay, but it wasn't until the next day that I fully appreciated the nightmare of not having one.

Not having a student ID meant that I couldn't use the Monash shuttle bus - which meant that I had to use normal public transport. You'd think it would be faster since I wouldn't have to walk down to the bus loop, but after two days of public transport I can now gleefully tell Melburnians - I have now joined the ranks of the public transport haters.

It's still nowhere near as bad as Malaysia, but being someone who doesn't take public transport all that often and especially not on regular days, it was really, really frustrating. Take this morning for example - I woke up at 8 for a meeting due at Caulfield at 9, thinking surely I'd be able to get there in time.

Boy was I wrong.

I missed the early bus at 8, and thought well okay, I'll just catch the next bus, it'll be fine. I went to the board and saw that the 8.13 bus was going to be a little late, but thought that would be okay.

It ended up arriving at about 8.30.

Then we drove down to the Monash Bus Loop, and the driver just SAT THERE for a few minutes while I was anxiously looking at my watch.

And when we FINALLY got to the train station, it was 8.50, but I figured I'd make it in time if I could catch the train.

Which JUST LEFT right as I reached the station.

The next train was 9.05.

Sighing, I figured I'd be a little late.

It got delayed.

When it did come, it arrived at 9.15.

I got to Caulfield at about 9.40.

Sigh.

Also, another lesson learnt..ALWAYS request receipts no matter what you buy.

On Tuesday I bought discounted movie tickets from my campus bookstore, and because they were just tickets the lady didn't give me a receipt.

I got home, realized that they were child tickets and tried to get them exchanged today.

The lady kept staring suspiciously at me and kept going 'well I didn't know what tickets you wanted' which is ironic since she herself had ASKED ME if I wanted student tickets, and I nodded yes. I mean seriously? If I'm at uni, I sure as hell don't qualify for child tickets, and do I LOOK LIKE I have kids?

Furthermore she was the one who didn't give me the receipt, so it's her fault technically, no?

Ugh. :( Add to that the fact that I have no idea what I'm going to write about for my rainwater story, and I feel like I need data but lack in data, and some people haven't gotten back to me about stuff, and damn I just feel so lost.

Easter :( Hurry up already.