my notting hill bench

location: a place in sydney. (for me to know only)

thats what sisters are for

to remind me that i am in danger on being left on the shelf.

Bev: Jen you are 25 this year, that is damn old la
Me: grunted... yeah yeah... don't need reminders
Bev: stop being so fussy
Me: i don't think i am
Bev: why you always want the bad fish, reject the good fish.
Me: ouch.

men, books, coffee. yes in that order

Men.
anyone knows chandler's janice from friends?
and how she absolutely loves to go "oh my god" in that janice way.
yeah imagine me doing a janice "OH MY GOD"
i declare now that MR TULK the cafe here in melbourne stocks the hottest servers around.
all the different types- the blue eyed birtish kind with short curly hair, the surfer dude, the jock, the dreamy poetic kind with longish brown hair.
my personal favourite: the one with the blue eyes and a crinkly smile. he always wishes me a good day. (well he most probably would have said to a million other people, but who gives a shit)

Books.
i am dying to get my hands on the other Elizabeth Guilbert book.
i absolutely loved her first book, eat pray love.
but is is expensive to purchase books here, cause of some australian law about protecting the aussie market.
i am trying to grow a book collection here (yes i am aware that i am going to have to lug it all back to singapore with me)
i am missing my books back home. and the ones which are gone forever.
absence do make the heart grow fonder.
i sound so psychotic talking about my lust with books.
lord knows what i do with them. haha.

Coffee
i have been gulping them down like water. sometimes up to two cups a day.
no wonder my tummy have been protesting.
no fancy starbucks for me, not here.
just plain old decent lattes with one sugar.
lovely cafes they have over here in melbourne.
for me this is what defines melbourne: a strong vibrant coffee culture which is represented through a wide range of nice, quaint, cosy shops for you to seek shelter in.

i only have classes twice a week, on wednesdays and fridays.
it is no wonder that on a monday morning, i am not having the blues.

i have been down under for around 3 and a half months.
and it has only been recently that i decided to let go of some things.
i have struggled a lot, and still am struggling.
honestly it has been tough, without the presence and support of close friends and family.
everyday i am fighting a battle with myself.
a war that i hope i will eventually win.

i like the fact that i have the entire apartment to myself.
just sticky(the dog) and me.
my housemate desmond describes the house as functional, he doesn't consider it as a home.
well for me, i think it has become home. home with its makeshift furniture that don't complement with one another, stands that are being bitten by the dog, and the absence of a television. there are no paintings/pictures on the walls, no accessories to make the room more beautiful, basically a very fuss free home.
i realised how much i can do without.

the sun is creeping over the balcony.
the days are shorter now, and i am sure i am going to miss basking in the warmth.

have a great week ahead. i miss you all.

i bought myself a pair of boots today.

so i am all set to battle against the wet, windy winter in melbourne.

my little cousin evangeline is so adorable.

she celebrated her birthday 2 weeks ago.

she is a neat freak, and likes to keep her room clean and tidy.

when i sleep over, she has this specific space allocated for me to place my bags.

she will play with one toy, put it away before she takes out another.

she loves drawing and wants to become an art teacher.

she loves addressing me as her cousin jennifer, and goes round broadcasting to everyone

and the thing that melts my cynical heart,

she gives me a big hug whenever she sees me.

i finally handed in my first assignment! a huge sigh of relief.

but i still have many more to go.

and the mid semester exams after the easter break!

i have been relaxing over the weekend, and managed to attend a footie game.

australians are crazy about football=footie. and being a good tourism student, i thought i would go and unravel the mystery behind it. it was crazily boring to me. hahah. though the aussies are really crazy about it, you see them shouting and screaming, cheering and singing away. even the women and children are emotional about the game.

i won't be going to another game anytime soon. i can't appreciate it. for me it is just another excuse for guys to beat one another up.

P.S the aussies really live in a wrold of their own.