I've been missing my Doggie something fierce ... =(

I figured I'm renting about NZD 15 worth of video a week - that's 15 movies a week.

Had gone through the three-ring circus that was orientation and enrolment earlier this week. Officially, I'm still not enrolled as the email I received after submitting my application merely thanked me for applying.

Papers I hope to be enrolled for:

• Old Icelandic
  
• Middle English to Early Modern English
  
• Literary Linguistics
  
• Research Essay

I don't know what I'm doing.

Anyway, it's the Cuba Street Carnival today; we'll be out as soon as C awakes ...

Well, internet connection's now up and running in the flat; you'd think I'd getting back to blogs - but, no. I guess it's quite different now. For one thing, I do not spend my nights sequestered in my room until bed time.

I don't feel like I've been doing anything at all; I go for pole practice (not even proper classes here) 3 hours a week, and spend the rest of my time watching rented videos and reading (when not eating, and also when eating =\).

But I could be doing so much more - taking language classes (Italian, or German like C), aerial classes, or some other classes - except I no longer have an income, one that I'm used to.

Suppose I gotta look for a part time job soon ... job-search just makes me utterly depressed.

Napier is such a lovely place! It's by the coast so I don't feel so claustrophobic and landlocked; the architecture there is mostly Art Deco. On the other hand, I can't imagine spending too much time there. I suppose it will be boring since I'm not interested in wine in general.

Orientation is this month; then: School.



Trepidation ...

Off to Napier for the weekend tomorrow! =)

Well, I'm still blogging, and will still blog. But I'm a little lazy about it in recent weeks because I don't have an internet connection in the flat; maybe things'll change when the connection is up.

Learned a very simple and short choreo (approximately 2 minutes of 'Tainted Love') at pole yesterday. I miss Linna's grace and flair when it comes to performance.

My complexion is going to the shitter. And I'm officially FAT.

And it's all the awesome food I get here ... =|

Looks like I've fallen out of the habit of this daily regurgitation my mundane life.

I'd completely forgotten about the Lunar New Year until this morning, at the farmers market, I heard a Chinese woman greet in Cantonese the old Chinese gentleman I was buying tofu and tau pok from; after a 'good morning', she'd added, "Gong hay fatt choy."

Later in the morning, as I traipsed past a Chinese restaurant, I saw a number of Chinese families having their dim sum. Then it occurred to me: Perhaps they'd take the sight of me - in a red t-shirt, carrying a rice-cooker (was on my way to New World to return it) - a rather lucky one ... No?

The settling down takes a bit of time, I think. A number of items have been unpacked; others, not. I received my 11 kg box (mailed by my Dad from Melbs) yesterday but he'd neglected to include my speakers so ... =( But he did text to say he'll mail it when he returns to Sg.

Maybe I'll spend the rest of my summer (before enrolment and start of school anyway) cooped up in the flat with my books and dvds.

Have yet to set up a landline and internet, which is a bit of a puzzle for me here. Unlimited internet access is almost unheard of, save with an exorbitant price tag running to the hundreds.

Oh well ... back to research.

Gah.

Since I got to NZ, I've been putting on weight. Yes. I believe that happened the very minute I stepped off the plane. Why? Aside from all the dining out, it's the coffee. I should stop the 1 flat white a day habit; I'm getting fat from the milk (not to mention a wee bit of lactose intolerance), but I refused to get the soy or skim milk option ... is yuks.

Also have been getting sunburned; now getting a bit under the weather, prolly from too much sun. And the southerlies.

But mostly the sun, I think.

(And all the fried chicken and sausage rolls and chips, etc. that I've been ingesting.)

Went to see Ghajini last night. Aamir Khan looks pretty good, but he's aging, no longers as boyish.

The show's okay, maybe a little better than the Tamil one I saw on telly some time ago, and I quite like the music by AR Rahman.

But I really doubt I'll watch another full-on masala in the cinema. It takes so long my butt started aching after the intermission ... =|

I find myself spending less time on the internet after arriving here.

Had a fantastic weekend with a drive up to Palmerston North (the place I'd've been at if I had enrolled in Massey; so glad I didn't) where I ingested a 350g piece of sirloin and some lambshank, and then to the Wellington Zoo and surrounding suburbs on Sunday.

Gearing up for the move this Sunday. Fingers crossed that everything goes smoothly.

I can't believe I haven't been posting daily entries because ... I forget to. (Wait, wuh - right?)

Also, it's sad I've forgotten how to bum. I've been spending this week fretful and guilty about not being at work. I'm a hamster that has lost its wheel ...

Have been thinking about getting a new blog since last month for the new year - I just want the time print to be correct and I don't want to change the time for this one because nearly all entries were made in Singapore.

Hm.

Also, it suddenly struck me how lonely it could be being in NZ because being 5 hours ahead means most of the people I know aren't necessarily online the same time I am.

Am sitting out in C's room because I don't want to freak out the Elusive-Flatmate-Heard-But-Never-Seen. I think he doesn't know he's not alone in the flat and has been singing as he vacuums his room.

Erm ...



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