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I am getting weak knees… In eight days time, I would be in Sunbeam Design Studio, presenting my work… That’s just it.. That’s the final say.. Before that I’ve got my rendering and ProE models due this Thursday.. Still before that, Furniture Design essay, is up on Tuesday…

The good thing is that I have completed my Practice Management’s s*crap* book. "S" a synonym for ass so that makes ass crap book, and I have scanned my sketches yesterday… That’s two hurdles down… Doesn’t sound a lot but it is… That asswipe book holds 20% of my Practice Management module and essentially, I have beaten everyone to the scanner; everyone’s gonna fight for it the last min cos we need sketches for our powerpoints on Monday! Phew..

My ProE is not too shabby… I have decided that I would do up a couple of nice exterior renderings of my kettle and toaster set and not do any exploded nor cut throughs.. Don’t wanna flaunt my shortcomings in a major presentation… And in line of that goal I’ve set, I can say my kettle is completed and toaster almost there.. Sweet..

I believe I am now totally out of the Playground People.. Arrived at work on Friday and found out I wasn’t needed there… Wasted AUD10 on gas but I just leave this whole thingy to Him.. There’s nothing I can do nor say nor appeal nor anything.. I believe a reason for everything and God has a best plan for all of us and though sometimes it seems dark, light is breaking in other grounds…

I missed out on free accommodation over summer by 10 mins… Linda sent me a contact for a vacant house in need of a housesitter.. I called 10 mins too late.. Oh well…

There was Sparkles on Thursday. Sparkles is an annual Industrial Design night’s out which I later found out, started 24 years ago and was started to build rapport between fellow staff and students. Within Sparkles is this tradition of the "Sparkle’s Awards". Awards are given out to anyone, staff or student, in ID for achievements they have made throughout the year… Naturally, the word "achievements" is a loophole and naturally, again, spoofed at.

Don Carson, our lecturer, started the awards with giving Eddi, our other lecturer (in charge of ProE), a little buddha figurine… He explained that he was on vacation in Thailand when he saw this vendor of such and initially chose one which symbolizes the buddhist spirit of martial arts, Eddie being a practicer of that… He decided otherwise and chose one which symbolized the spirit of safety instead; to protect him from "those bloody nitwits asking impossible ProE questions". I think I’m one of those… =0)

Joel Wise, my classmate whom I am supposed to move in with, came out with one for the Procrasinator of the Year Award… It when out to Mark Thompson. If you remember from my previous previous entries… Mark is the guy I was in a group project with who refused to do any work.. Well, his trophy was a block of wood.. Joel said he was going to finish it but he just didn’t have the time to…

A random fourth year gave out an award to Don Carson, our lecturer, for the Major Understatement Award. Supposedly, in a unspecified 4th year critic session, Don was heard with this line, "For fucking crying out loud, you fuckers are fourth years you know!"

Anyway, I got an award myself… I was awarded by Ben, the ProEngineer Rage Award.. My trophy was a bashed up kettle I smashed whilst in rage when ProE died on me.. =0)

I had also attended this "Impressions of Singapore" exhibition at the Singapore High Commission on Wednesday.. It was a photographic exhibition by this lady who is the creative director of the magazine, Expressions. Frankly, the pictures weren’t impressive; VERY predictable and mundane composition, lousy lighting, dire lack of focus where it should be. Some of em were nice but others, crap. I was amazed when she was up on stage presenting her work, she tried justifying herself with bull like "hazy Singapore so colors are not vibrant", "light is different there", "humidity affected stuff". The CSC committee members had dinner @ Jimmy’s later and that was by far more interesting!

Random Pics:

My ration for the past week and this week to come.. Instant TV dinners…

Saved the best for last; a beautiful book Deardear sent… Am not showing you guys the inside but it’s filled with many of the few pictures we took together, aligned with the quotes printed within.. I love you so much dear!

Am here right now, at home, updating this little blog of mine.. Just spent 12 hours in the computer labs in attempt of completing my ProE models… Here’s a little (rather a pretty large) list of things to do for my proE models:

Kettle:

• Lid
• Lid mechanism
• LED slot
• LED technical package
• Heating plate technical package
• 360 Base with cordwrap
• Button
• Button technical package
• Steam tube
• Water filter
• Relief Sunbeam logo…

Toaster:

• Face plate
• LED slot
• LED technical package
• Crumb tray
• Button
• Button technical package
• Relief Sunbeam logo

Told ya it’s not a short list… =0(

Anyway, there’s this thing people always say; "It’s always good to be a student". There’s this other one which goes, "It’s not easy to work and bring in the dough".. Personally, I think it’s hardest to work and yet study.. The juggling is just crazy… Here in Aussieland where things are abit more relaxed; in terms of work environment and also study conditions; I am already struggling so so much… I miss the cheap eats back home, I miss the food at the table back home, I miss my love ones…

Initally when I first arrived and wasn’t working yet… Things were pretty much a breeze… All I had to do is take my time on my submissions… I had time to laze and go out and have fun… I did have my regular naps…

Right now, everything’s piling in… On school days, I worry my submissions to be completed. On work days, I feel drained… I have gotta pray for His grace daily… The bright side of this is that I am outta my comfort zone and am leaning on Him… =0)

Why this sudden thought: I called home yesterday and was talking to my dad… I was telling him that the ressies will be increasing their accommodation fees again and it would be cheaper for me to stay off campus. With that, I would be unable to use his credit card and I would need cash… That would present us a problem; he has never transfered money before.

Yes, I know all he has to do is either go to his bank and make a transfer to my bank account direct or just TT some over.. But it is not easy for my family… My dad rarely bothers to find time for things like this and also he’s too stingy on the exchange rate.

He mentioned that now that I am working here, I should be able to afford to support myself, for my accommodation and living… As it is, I am already given very little allowance for my course which requires me to purchase materials constantly and work has been supporting me a good deal…

I don’t know… Maybe I’m just envious of my friends who have concerned parents/families who are always most willing to send that extra pair of contact lens, dried herbs, books, etc… to their children.. Except after when I got knocked down by a car in Primary 6, my dad never did fetch nor did any favor for me… Maybe I am just asking too much…

Here am I once again, taking a little time off to make a post…

Am not working again @ the Playground People… It seems as Paul doesn’t really like my work; I am slow… Am not going to justify myself but I just leave it to God… If I lose this job, I lose it.. I have cried enough… (Figuratively you ninny, FIGURATIVELY!)

Another update about that blasted rich indian… Apparently, whilst drunk, he outraged the modesty of one of my housemates… Ain spilling who as I have promised her to keep it a secret… There, that confirmed my two earlier posts about him; he’s an arse who cannot control his drinking yet wanna be cool and he’s as what Nats describe a horny bastard… Yet another incident, a couple of us were watching the gogglebox when he returned with his loudmouthed friends… One by one, EVERY housemate left the living area… The last two, Catherine and myself made a wager, within the next 5 mins, we had to increase the volume to 35… It happened… We left to my room to continue with our show…

School’s been tight… I have to finish the ProE model of my kettle and toaster and I am still having so much problems now… =0( Otherwise, I have completed:

• Practice Management Group Project
• Practice Management Resume
• Furniture Design Presentation (School)
• Furniture Design Concept Writeup (School)
• Furniture Design Presentation (SFIC)
• Furniture Design Concept Writeup (SFIC)

And I still got:

• Toaster ProE and Rendering
• Kettle ProE and Rendering
• Sunbeam Presentation
• Furniture Design Essay
• Practice Management Scrapebook

Sounds little but the kettle and toaster thing is enough to kill me… seriously…

Attended Hilllyah’s birthday party @ Taj Agra… Good food and company.. Had great fun… This is a pic of me teasting Hillyah’s slit eyes… =0)

Got an invite to "Impressions of Singapore" at the Singapore High Commission… It’s some photo journal thingy… Should be interesting… Next Wednesday…

Gonna head for Paintball with Geoff this Sunday…

Other random pics I took…

My new powered USB 2.0 hub… Blink blink… Irrating colored LEDs…

A nice shot of Canberra in spring… Taken on the way to Yagger whilst being sent home early at the carwash…

There’s always a rainbow after the rain… If only the rain would stop…

yes I am alright… =0(

Yes it’s me alright… Mr Procrastinator.. I just did a count just the other day.. Think the tally was 9 assignments in a span of 6 weeks.. Am gonna get my ass up or I’m gonna fall face flat.. Here’s a couple of pics of my work in the process…

Sunbeam Toast/Kettle dismantled…

That pair of expensive name tags…

Pro/Engineer…

Anyway, Lenca’s in Hong Kong now for her final training for Jetstar… She’s supposedly gonna do some water simulated rescue/evacuation thingy… Wow… wished I was there… Fun and with my dear at the same time… Not bad I would say…

Just formatted my comp AGAIN… I got a virus (the same one yet; the sasser worm) whilst trying to download some crack.. That brought forth a million and one popups from viagra to porn to coffee to cars to phony certificates.. I then tried to download AdAware to get rid of the stupid spywares… And that crashed my Internet Explorer altogether which had me finally formatting my hard drive and realizing the sasser worm and blah blah blah… I hate that count down applet..

More updates on Neilish… Apparently after my brush with him, Tina got hers too… Tina had left her stuff on the kitchen counter and went back to her room to get more ingredients; when she returned, Neilish has taken over her place… His excuse is that he didn’t see her stuff (RIGHT! BLIND ARSE) Anyway, we decided to speak to him one final time, before making an official complain in Ressies Office… He blatantly shoved Tina and asked her to "grow up"… Asshole.. Anyway, that session ended with him promising not to use our stuff anymore and "try" to respect the rest of us… I just found my veggie peeler in the sink… Someone had used it and chucked it in; together with that bastard’s utensils… Hmmmmmm…

It’s raining now… I hope there is work tomorrow… Oh yah, my DVD RW drive arrived! I AM IMPRESSED… I was reading on reviews about drives and what to look out for… I chanced upon articles which mentioned about smashing lower grade DVDs whilst burning or something… I was wondering how was that possible; spinning em so fast that they smash inside the drive??! Anyway, I burned my first DVDs today… AMAZING! Now I think, it is *remotely* possible to smash em whilst burning; I burned 4.5gigs of data in 6mins.. NOW HOW FAST IS THAT!

My new toy.. =0)

Did I mentioned I had a haircut… Well, a hair trim… Did it like 2 weeks back I think… Spent AUD19 on it.. And that’s a student price already… Juz amplified the jappy look even more with this cut; am still determined to give my prospective mother-in-law a shock when I return with my wild haircut… =0) No, I can’t do that to my prospective father-in-law cos he’s still not too comfy with me.. yet… And, yes my parents are used to me already.. =0)

Crummy pic of me…

Me riding a bronze sheep in Civic…

Me outraging the modesty of a bronze sheep in Civic.. BUT HEY! It was sitting in such a suggestive posture…

Nice spectrum; created by the morning sun shining in my room…

Nice temperature (Below the time); created by the morning sun shining in my room…

I hate hating people… However, there is always sometime, somewhere, someone will always try their very best to make you hate them.. Neilish, my housemate, and his friends is one example… One example is after I categorize them under the group of rich indians…

Yes, it seems as if I’m racist to say that but I believe I am somewhat validated to do so.. Here’s a couple of examples…

1) Keith, one of the nicest person I know in my life, son of my ex-vice principle… A perfect snag whom always thinks before speaking, clear in his thoughts, a well traveled person, etc… When asked, among his numerous travels, which is one country he wouldn’t never visit again.. He cited India… We asked him why… He simply said don’t ask… He didn’t one to use vulgarities I guess..

2) Nat, yes he is Singaporean but he is a Singaporean Indian… He personally knows Neilish and friends too.. Initially, they all hung out together aka pubbed, partied, cooked, etc… Meeting him again earlier this year, I asked how he was and how I noted he’s not really hanging out with his indian friends… He told me what crap they are; especially the rich ones… He imparted how the guys are always flaunting about how they sleep or have juz managed to take advantage of any and every girls in their group.. How they back stab each other though appearing to be friends on the surface… How they borrowed money from him and refused to return till the last day before returning when he threatened to make a police report or something…

Here’s what happened…

I had juz returned from work @ the car wash yesterday and after a quick bath, I was in the kitchen cooking… Already there was Neilish with two of his LOUD OBNOXIOUS friends friend, ranting in Bengali at the top of their lungs..

I chose to settle down in a small corner of the counter cos it was really messy with their stuff all over… Unfortunately, the two indians were also squeezing in almost the same corner.. Nevermind that.. I juz ignored them and tried to cook my meal…

1st Brush: They were cooking some pungent curry which started to bubble… First thing they did was to remove the lid and threw it on my knife, on the counter, where I was cutting my veggies… Nevermind..

2nd Brush: They did the same thing with another lid, again on my knife.. I already had a good mind to stab them with it… =0(

3rd Brush: This one’s a classic.. The bitch was looking for some paprika peppers… Though not being my housemate, she conveniently went over to our common herb shelf to look for it… That’s fine; that being a common shelf.. BUT when it wasn’t there, she proceeded to opening to EVERYONE’s personal cabinet for it.. I mean, that’s OUR personal space… Even if OUR housemates allowed Neilish to do so, he should do it NOT that bitch… I proceeded to telling her it’s not right… She said something like "Everyone in my house shares stuff" in that blasted indian accent.. Eh wake up your @!#$! idea! THIS IS NOT YOUR FUCKING HOUSE! Neilish, who was hogging the common couch asked what’s wrong and chose not to step in when I resented…

Still being nice, I thought of Neilish’s ego and decided to talk to him the next time I meet him…

I met him him and reminded him of the incident and he simply brushed it aside citing even he does it in another common house and it’s normal.. Well, that juz confirmed that all rich mother fucking indians have common traits and belong to a dog house cos they ain fit to live as humans..

Well, since we are in this topic… Let me share with you guys my unpleasant brush with Neilish in my Tumut trip… We pubbed that evening in our trip… All that while Neilish has been trying to push me to drink with him.. Personally, I am not a drinker.. I can’t hold my liquor so I refrained… Besides, we already had about 1/2 bottle of Chivas at Sharon’s place before… Initially, being nice, I gruntedly drank a glass of beer but refused anymore even after much fucking asshole ranting and taunting of that #$!$#. Neilish had shared that amount of Chivas and approx 3 glasses of beer

That faithful night, Neilish chose the sofa bed whilst I had a mattress on the floor.. That was fine… He started snoring from the start… It was the kinda which vibrated the whole house… Nevermind that… He suddenly stopped and got up… Bang through the house and to the toilet.. He later came back and stumbled to MY bed… I kicked him out and pointed him to his bed.. FUCKER, cannot drink still taunt pple to drink! Drinker my FUCKING ARSE… The simple joy came when he fell off 3 times while trying to get back to his sofa bed.. ARSE!

I’m sorry for being so vulgar in this post but enough is enough.. And as with every post.. Here is a little sign I have put up on my cabinet…