Friday, February 27, 2009, Blabbered by pyroboy1911 at 1:09 pm
After nearly 3 months of holiday which seems so short, i am back in Adelaide, ready for another term of pharma-related subjects. It feels so weird when i opened my room's door, because it is exactly how it looks like when i left. As though i have never been anywhere, as if these 3 months never happen.

Anyways, i dun feel much when i returned. Probably because i already said my goodbyes to family when i left Doha, so flying from Bintulu to Adelaide doesn't seem that heavy. Of course goodbyes to my grandma and aunts, but that's all to it.

Now that i am back, stuffs that i need to do:

- Clean up my room a bit...when i left, it isnt exactly in a good condition.
- Stock up some food. when i left, i cleaned up my fridge so that no food is in it. Not to mention my maggi kari was confiscated by customs official due to it having "mixed spices".
- Get ready for uni. like duh...
- Plug my com to my speaker which i already did. Ooh~

Lodge is pretty empty, many are not back yet, and familiar faces have either left Adelaide or moved out. Seems like i will be one of the seniors now, and probably will be given the job of a duty officer, where for one night or two in a week, i will hold the master key and a walkie talkie so that if anything happens, people can contact me to solve the problem or if necessary, call the manager. the job cuts $20 off weekly rent, which is a good deal. Maybe i should apply soon...

Looking forward to meet friends again in these coming weeks!
Thursday, February 19, 2009, Blabbered by pyroboy1911 at 6:50 pm
Who could say they have not heard of this instant noodle? favourite snack to some, life savers to others. Though unhealhty, people still munch into these noodle be it at home, at work or a nigh out at the mamak.

This is by far the cheapest food i can think of back in Aussie. 3 packets of these only costs AUD0.75, plus egg and some meat, total cost for a meal would only be around AUD2. it is also fast, cooking time takes only 15 minutes preparing everything. Not to mention extremely nice and addictive. If it's not because of the fact that instant noodles are generally bad for health, i would have this as my major source of food!

I'm not doing any promotion here, i just joined Facebook's Mi Goreng fan and realized how many people from all over the world actually loved this food, including Europeans and Americans. And the biggest fan of all would of course, be this person:

Thursday, February 12, 2009, Blabbered by pyroboy1911 at 1:40 pm
It's been almost a week since i arrive in Bintulu. And as expected, i really have nothing to do here.

If you think my routine of wake up - lunch - com - gym - dinner - com - sleep with occasional things to do in between in Doha is boring, it's even worse here. it's wake up - breakfast - com - lunch - com - nap - dinner - com - sleep. Huh....

I met my friends on Tuesday night. we went for a few games of pool at 9pm, then chit chat a bit and by 11pm, we asked each other "where to go next?". Nobody has any idea, so we went home.

So, to kill of some time, i decided to play around with my jerseys. How to play with a shirt, you ask me? well...not exactly playing, but more like customizing. That is to mean to apply name and numbers on my empty shirts. For example, here's how a normal jersey looks in most of the shops:

Tools used are a ruler and an iron. Ruler to arrange where to apply the name and number set, and iron to....well, iron it down. The result:

Now my shirt has an identity! Applying name and number sets on a shirt ain't an easy thing. First of all, i must make sure the set are correct for that particular shirt. it varies according to teams, manufacturer of the shirt, year the shirt is used in or competition the shirt is used in, or a combination of any of those. You wouldn't want to have a BECKHAM 7 on a Malaysia jersey, it looks weird.

Positioning is also important, where to place the names and numbers, the gap between each letters, is it dimensionally straight and not crooked. That's not all, i'm playing around with iron, so a worst case scenario would be me burning my house down. Or i might just ruin the name and number set by melting it, or even burning a hole on my shirt. But it's fun customizing my own shirt, you may say it's some kind of a craft (and i know someone LOVES crafts) ;)

But i only spend 30 minutes for this shirt....back to boringness again.
Friday, February 06, 2009, Blabbered by pyroboy1911 at 4:43 am
I'm now sitting in the lounge in Doha Airport, surrounded by men with suits. Would have preferred sitting at Costa, can have a cup of coffee while writing this post, seems more "professional" ;)

Anyway, it seems like it's just a few days ago i reached Doha. 2 months just past like that, it's 1/6 of a year for crying out loud! Now i'm on my way back to Bintulu for a little more than 2 weeks, then off back to Adelaide, back to studying, back to routinized life.

From now on, no more sitting in the living room from morning till night, no more playing around in the playground at night, no more basketball session at the basketball stand that belongs to someone else, no more going out in the morning to shopping malls looking at girl's stuff, no more random cakes and titbits from mum or other aunties, no more movie nights or game sessions, no more gim rummy session as well. I guess i can still do those in 10 months time when i return end of this year, but 10 months is definitely a long wait.

Special thanks to mum and dad who either cook food or bring me out for dinner, so i have 2 months off from cooking. Thanks to my siblings as well, spending time with me whenever possible. Also thanks to Jas, Sherp and Ivy who will organize or join stuffs to do or else it will be a boring holidays, and also thanks to Auntie Vera for all the wonderful food, especially the Peking duck.

On the bright side, going back to Bintulu means i will get to visit grandma and aunts, as well as friends who are still not back to their respective places of study. Other than that....i guess there's nothing much to do either.

Till next time, logging off from Doha, marking an end to this chapter of my journey.