Waiting for my bus.
Bus Route 404 was suppose to arrive at 5.30pm.
It's already 5.34pm.
OH but here it comes…
So let me just get on the bus and continue…..
There was a Qantas Airline staff guy who got on with me.
When he got on, a water bottle dropped.
I took it onboard and gave it to him.
He said it wasn't his.
And now I'm stuck with a 'hobo bottle'.
Now where was I ?
Oh yeah, bus ride.
In case you don't know….yet
I'm taking the bus almost everywhere I go.
I guess going 1 month without a car did take its toll on me.
Some bus service within Perth's CBD is free.
We call them the CATs.
There's Red Cat (the one right outside my apartment).
There's Blue Cat (mainly around 'Chinatown' and the Lake)
There's Yellow Cat (I don't know what's this for. LOL)
Green Cat is coming soon too !
I love the CATs.
Bus rides which cost money can be paid with a SmartRider card.
You reload it with money and when you get on the bus,
just flash it across the scanner and BINGO.
No more long lines !
Students get $0.50 fee.
That's the main reason why I LOVEEE taking the bus here.
It's soooooo cheap.
And I'm saving the environment !
Well, compared to making Dad send me and fetch me from school everyday anyways.
I'm going GREEN ! Are you ?
Now more about the title.
Last Friday Night….literally.
I have a Vietnamese friend, Elle (not her real name).
Every Friday, we'd go to the city together.
Have lunch at the same Japanese restaurant every week.
Then move on to coffee at a cafe in London Court.
And that's where I fell in love with Mocha.
I know it might sound boring.
But it's a great way to de-stress after a hard (pfft…) week's work.
So this week, it was the same routine.
But with a tinnnyyyyy twist.
Before that, let's have a closer look at Elle.
She's a 2nd year student..
She has a group of friends last year.
Pretty tight.
But some of them graduated this year.
And the rest either go home (which is nearby) when they don't have class.
Or made new (white) friends.
Because some of her friends are already working, it's hard to get together…
But last Friday night, it happened.
They got together.
One of her friend, People Whom I Never Talk To In School #1 called her when we were having coffee.
They were around the corner and we were around the corner.
Contact was inevitable.
Then I hear her ask whether she could bring a friend along with her, then she said my name and I went '0_0'
More background on Elle !
Her group of friends (for that night anyway) was made up of 3 Malaysian guys and 1 Philippine girl who is dating one of the Malaysian dudes.
All 3 of the guys were hair-dying, ear-piercing, alcohol-drinking, curse-abusing dudes.
And I AM intimidated.
I'm a 'good boy' after all…
Normally, I'd back off and just enjoy my Friday night alone.
But Elle, who uses English to communicate because no one understood how to speak Viet.
wanted me to go along with her so bad.
You know, so she won't feel left out.
She knew I prefer English over Chinese vastly….
So I just said 'Ok' and tagged along.
We didn't really do much.
Just watch them eat.
I would've ate something, but I'm on a tight budget.
And I just used up my week's savings on lunch and coffee.
The had Japanese food (the same place me and Elle ate before).
Then, they had churros.
THEN they had bubble tea.
And to be honest, the bubble tea place was in a part of Chinatown.
The cafe doubled as a pool bar. Taiwanese-owned.
The smell was unbearable for some unexplainable reason.
I was there.
With Elle.
We were looking at a fashion magazine (her ambition is to be a fashion designer).
While the rest were drinking their bubble tea, chatting while occasionally cursing each other.
The girlfriend was holding a lighter and playing with the fire.
Me and girlfriend and Elle got out to get some 'fresh air'.
Then she pulls out a cigarette and started smoking.
It was getting late.
If I stayed out any longer for another dessert joint, I'd miss the last CAT home.
After minutes of aimless discussion, they decided to hit the girlfriend's house with a scary movie and a few bottles of alcohol.
Anddddd that's when I cracked.
I apologised to Elle and took my leave.
Unfortunately, I still missed the final CAT.
I waited for 30 min before calling Dad to pick me up.
Friday night well spent ?
I dunno.
I'm just glad my inner conscience pulled through before it was too late.
Will there be a next time ?
The rest of the week just felt like a bad hangover.
I didn't have the mood to even touch my books.
No trips to the library (which is why I still have loads of homework waiting)
I felt restless inside.
I'm still a little restless right now.
But at least I can dive my head in all my books and assignments again.
Somehow, after what happened Last Friday Night,
I'm not sure how I'll ever deal with Level 1 Social Link friends drinking and smoking in front of me.
If I knew them better, then maybe I wouldn't mind.
Just like how I didn't mind Dad smoking and drinking like there's no tomorrow.
But then, I'm sure I'd end up automatically stepping away as soon as they take out a lighter from their pocket.
Oh how oh how will I survive Uni ?
I'm kinda being an insensitive b**ch right now.
I don't know what's wrong with my brain.
Maybe this is what being homesickness feels like.
An indescribable feeling that leaves a void deep down inside.
You reach into it to try and feel it but it just pushes you away.
And you just can't do anything about it.
It seems like I've accumulated quite a number of emo posts.
But that's the best part about it. Lol.
Blogs = Emo !
*fast forward to next day*
I overslept AGAIN.
And it's getting worse.
I woke at 6.55 yesterday.
7:05 today.
If I oversleep tomorrow, I'm gonna be in trouble.
Get ready for my first day late for class !
Not that it matters here…seriously.
If you haven't been late for a class here,
you don't belong here. LOL
Which is kinda true.
I DON'T BELONG HEREEEE !!
I told Elle about oversleeping
and she said I've been quite laid-back this week.
Oversleeping… Not stressing out over my homework.
And then it hit me…
MY LAZY VIBES ARE BACK !
And I'm gonna be late tomorrow !!
No more library !?
Also my second English assessment came back : 22/25.
My first one was 24/25.
What I'm sad about is how I failed to copy and paste an essay I already did.
You see, our teacher would tell us what our title was.
And then we have like 2 weeks to write DRAFTTSSS and submit it.
She'd correct it again and again until it's perfect.
And then we just write it again on the day of the assessment within an hour.
And I failed at even doing so.
Maybe I''m really getting lazy =(
Only time can tell...
(also I feel extra guilty AND LAZY for stealing photos from Tumblr. But they're niccce =3 )
Listening to The Man Who Can't Be Moved - The Script
Restless & Lazy
TK
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