That's what I feel sometimes. I may have mentioned this before that there're a lot of Asians in where I stay where half of the inhabitants in IH are from the land of black hair and yellow skin. Sometimes on and off again I'll hear someone speaking in the Australian slang with 'cunt' and 'Puggs' and then he'll be speaking in Cantonese or Hokkien the next second with some 'lahs' and 'mahai' thrown in altogether. It can get a bit weird as even with different cultures and people all around here, it still somehow twistedly feels a little bit like back home.
Today is officially my first "Off Day" from everything IH and uni. I have absolutely no plans to boast off and am concentrating on cleaning my room and catching up on some reading of lecture notes and pretending to do my tutorials. I have a list of reading materials to do before next week and my text books I asked my parents to airmail to me here will only arrive on Tuesday. I suppose it's about time I visit the library for a while if only to flaunt my stature as a hardworking uni student who finally can map her way through the Union House, Baillieu Library building, Sydney Myer Asia Centre, and actually know where the Copland Theatre and Old Arts building are located. There're just too many things that have passed and happened in the past week. I really want to purge them out into comprehensible sentences where I can happily relate my new found experiences here but so far it's not been working too well. Met old and new friends in and out of uni and within IH. Trying to warm myself up with the cat even though he's resisted my trying to carry him. Visited three ex-IHers in their all-guy and messy apartment which I love but don't think can afford to stay. Indulged in two random trips for the best gelato I have ever had in two consecutive nights. Who knew fruity flavoured and green tea gelato could taste so good? Had my first formal and official IH dinner last night whilst donning a slightly oversized academic gown. I think I probably walked more in this week alone than I have ever done in five years back home. Am still trying to not convert the money spent back to ringgit or not I'll be bare foot and naked by the end of the year. I'm missing my car where I can just drive myself freely to 1U or Mid Valley for a movie or whatever. It's not homesickness getting to me but transport-disabled-ness. Navigating through the tram routes and stops is a pain in the arse for me so am very afraid of taking trams by my lonesome for now. Did an impulsive visit to a family friend's house and returned with a bagful of peaches and freshly picked pears.
Plan-less and numb-less again. Hoping to go crash a party or just go out and discover Melbourne. Or at the very least find out where Max Brenner actually is and try out the best chocolate place ever.
