9/28/2547

In Sydney again...

Oooops... it's certainly been a few days since I last updated my beloved blog.. hmm... where to start. Last Wednesday was where I left off... where I was hopelessly waiting for people to send in submissions for network... everyone has been ok with it, within a 24 hour extending of the deadline... except... Treasury! Grr... why is it that people think that just because they are chasing up sponsors that immediately entitles them to an extension of some sort? That's just pathetic. I mean, everyone else pulls around their weight and meets deadlines! Grr.

Ok, but no biggie. Luckily my graphic designer is very competent, not to mention younger than me and Thai, so I can pretty much be sure that she'll be responsible and do what I tell her to, more or less.

Thursday... ohhh... LaTrobe Bar night. Definitely worth it, but getting no sleep wasn't very much fun. Literally no sleep. Straight to the airport after the party. Back to the party. I appear to be a weirdo magnet or something. Yet again. Well, this time wasn't so bad. I started talking to this LaTrobe guy about buddhism... then he goes "I want to show you my room" [shocked expression from me]. "I think you'll really like it"... erm. I wasn't exactly sure where this was going, and I think it must have shown on my face, so he goes "There's all this buddhist stuff in it, I mean!"... ok... Kelvin!!!! Guess who was my bodyguard all throughout the evening and up until the tram stop? Thanks Kelvin, yet again!

But the fun does not stop there. Empty tram. So why the hell did these guys choose to sit in the seats right next to mine? Weirdos. Then two of them left, and the remaining two decided also to come sit next to me and apologise for their friends' behaviour. Aijaijai... I couldn't care less.

When I finally got home, I had two hours to hurry up and pack, so obviously I forgot my phone charger. Yay yay.

I was going to get a shuttle bus to the airport from Spencer street, but then this cab driver who was there offered to take three of us there for 10 dollars each. So there's this big guy from New Zealand, a Japanese tourist, and me. Ok, so it's a little cramped in the back seat, but I couldn't help feeling that no matter how often I 'readjusted' my legs, this guy was still stroking it rather unaccidentally. But being who I am, I thought I'd give him the benefit of the doubt. Then at the airport, he asked when I was boarding - 7 - and then what I'd be doing until then... I said, "I'll probably be drinking a lot of coffee"... Him: "Hey! I wouldn't mind joining you for coffee!"... me: "Oh, ok... [when the hell did I invite you, you pervert?]"

So check-ins and introductions, then coffee done with, he needs to go board his plane. He gets up and goes "You know, I'd really like to kiss you now. Would that be allright?"

WHHHAAAAAT???

"Erm... NO. That's not alright"

"Oh, ok, have a nice flight to Sydney."

I swear. The world is full of weirdos. Where do they all come from and where the hell are they all going? This one was some sort of policy drafter (ie, law graduate) for vodafone.

People get kicks off all sorts of things, man.

Like Jesse's neighbour's cat. Now that I'm in Sydney, the highlight of my days has been watching the sadistic little creature, Elvis, chase around crickets in the backyard.

Feeling mentally drained... I've had too much 'intelligent conversation' the past few days and I just want to enjoy the simple things in life for a bit

You and me in five years? Never will happen. Sorry. The preconceived notion of me in five years is simply not a version of myself that I find plausible. Keep looking!

:)