of daiquiris and THAT PAPER
"To alcohol! The cause of... and solution to all of life's problems!"
-Homer Simpson
I really doubted that I'd one day quote Homer Simpson, but you know what, the discovery of a certain mix of strawberry daiquiri and sex on the beach literally got me close to orgasmic. Close, but not quite.
Yes, I have but simple yearns.
Life after completing my course (finally!) hasnt been so bad. Today, my biggest decision was deciding what color to paint my nails after a footspa and manicure. It beats worrying about paying bills, getting to and fro work/uni and what to cook/buy for a meal. Now, my mommy does all that for me, and Id be lying if I said I didnt quite enjoy being pampered again.
Hopefully not for too long. I know I need to find a job but for now...I must milk this "She's graduated!! Yay!" happiness and honeymoon period for what its worth and really just catch up on lots of sleep.
Once I had THAT PAPER which confirmed I was officially done with Curtin forever mwahaha-I mean, um, sadly, I resigned from my work at www.wawoman.com , which had been giving me ulcers and stress(pronounced by the volcano eruptions on my face!) though I do love the experience it offered me, and made my preparations to go home. I only really intended to stay in Australia till I completed my course, and I cant tell you how excited I was to go home. Im too family oriented and I dont think Im quite ready to make my home somewhere so far from my parents until Im very sure thats where I want to stay, and between you and me, Perth is awesome because of my routine and my friends and social life there, but I dont think I could ever really call it home. Yet, anyway.
I have this strange obsession with my hair being straight. It comes from years of growing up with ugly frizzy straw einstein like hair, you see. SO in any case, my hair is not naturally straight, its rebonded, yes? Well, I was in a cafe in perth the other week and this woman saw me and stopped me and told me my hair was beautiful and I was never to cut it, and I should trust her because she's old and she knows better than me. Of course, I was very flattered, and my head would have grown even bigger had she not picked up the nearest salt shaker and licked it. Killed my buzz, she did!
After two weeks of essentially saying goodbye to all the wonderful people and friends Ive made over in Perth, I arrived back in Kota Kinabalu last Friday, and due to a passport drama (I kinda sorta um, had it in a jeans pocket while clubbing and it kinda sorta got sweaty and it kinda sorta um, the sticker whee my photo was came off and the evil Australian airport people ACCUSED ME OF TERRORISM or of being illegal! WAH!), I had to go make a new passport in Brunei.
Of course, if any of you ever see my parents, the passport was WET by the RAIN, okay?
