Thursday, March 02, 2006
~O-week in Melbourne~
*begins phantom of the opera music*
Day 0
Bag net weight:- 60kg
Bag *I suppose I can fit in a few more stuff* weight:- 100kg?
*Silence*
*Mother muttering about exorbitant prices for extra weight into flight*
*Unpacks for the third time* *Be aware that this will result in 5 days later realization that I cannot find my slippers, shorts or underwear*
Bag net weight before leaving for airport:- 29kg
*Allows for time to squeeze in a few more things*
So here I am. Packed, ready to leave, ready to say goodbye to my room, my stuff and my friends....*thinks*
Sighie.....goodbye to life as I knew it. Hello Melbourne.
Bags are waaaaay toooo heavy. The plane was packed. Totally. In the economy class anyway. There were exactly six free seats in First class, and 1 in Business class. I am not happy.
The girl next to me will be studying Architecture 1 year at Unimelb. My bag is now flying first class due to lack of space.
No sleep. Bad food.
Line to bathroom too long.
Day Limbo (15th Feb to 19th Feb)
Ah the life of a college student. Isn't it bliss. No schedules, no when how if or but, just wake up when you will, eat lunch at 6 pm, go for icecream as dinner, randomly slouch around the room and be on the internet.
I arrived early, and was sleepily dragged around Melbourne by Steph and Derek. I have now forgotten why or what......were we searching for food?
Anyways Derek's apartment is smaaaaal. Tiny and very cluttered and the bed practically took up the whole space. We were crawling over the bed to get from one side to the another. Sufficient to say.....I'm never sleeping there again. And he has a peace treaty with the thing growing in his bathroom. It's slightly brown, slightly green and.......well.......icky. Took me the whole day of whingeing before he finally took toilet duck to it and started scrubbing. Thus war has begun.
Sometime in the middle of all this, we also went to watch Memoirs of a Geisha. Fun fun. Though, definitely not japanese. I find it peculiar that after all the emphasis on womanly dignity and poise, the climax of the movie was Zhang Ziyi dancing like a mad ghost version of Gong Li.
Day 1- Moving In, Drenching the cows, Dad I want to go home speech.
Repacked everything, oh by the way we got the new comforters, doona, pillow and bedsheets. Blue! and White....wheeee, my first time shopping for bedsheets.
Anyways.
In the taxi, fetched dad who got bad flight, over 20 hours! Muahahaha, and 3 hours stop in Malaysia.
And tadaa, we arrived at my new home for the next year. Already there are people dragging suitcases through the front gate and people dressed in the college colors welcoming them and helping with the luggage. Thus we met Rob and Ken who um...single handedly maneuvered several of my luggage into a....double room.
D...ouble? ><
And up two flights of stairs. Not happy. Double room?? Shared bathroom with the whole floor??
Damn it.
And my roommate is in science. She's ok I guess -.-.
Sigh.
Lunch, hanging around, freshers go get dress.
Huh? We couldn't find my slippers and the moment of lateness allowed us to see the others being herded together and thrown stuff at. o.0. Then we were blindfolded, told to crawl and felt wet stuff dripping on us, and wet stuff beneath us, and icky stuff, and jam in our hair and crawling through peaches and juice and hands through yucky stuff and apparently vegemite on our faces and sliding down a wet slide thingy and herded behind the bars and thrown water at and taken photos of.
This was the drenching, we were the cows. No wonder the Dean said firstly we didn't have to do it! BLAH.
Wet, tired, cold and very dirty, into the bathroom, out of clothes, into new ones. By the way those clothes are now washed but my favourite bra has weird red stains in it.......
They taught us the Cowboy and Indian dance as well as the St mary's chant.
This is our flag,
It's a high flying flag,
It's the emblem for you and for me,
AND FOR ME,
Something something something...
I cant remember...
Umm....
AND THE BLUE....
Something something,
Should all acquaintances be forgot,
Always remember the red and the blue,
Walking round the crescent with a beer in my hand,
Saying something something,
S
S!
T
T!
Full stop
Full stop!
M
M!
A
A!
R
R!
Y
Y!
A-pos-trophe
A-pos-trophe!
S
S!
What's that spell?
St Mary's
We can't hear you!
St Mary's!
Newman can't hear you!
St Mary's!
Well, something to that effect. As you can see, their brainwashing hasn't been all that effective.
Dinner with dad, Derek and Steph. Sooo tired and then first night at St. Mary's......bad night, and then they woke us at 7 ><
Day 2- the maybe this is ok day
Derek was right! He was actually RIGHT.
Eventhough it was stated a late sleep-in on the orientation sheet, they came banging and clanging pots and pans at 7 in the morning, and dragged us to the courtyard. And of course garbage bags for those who changed out of their pyjamas. ><
Into a track run around the college, I was struck by asthma and collapsed by the side of the road. Atleast...they nicely apologised and sent me back to my room. Little did I know that this will be the start of many uses of my inhaler again. Damn it and the asthma was better last year!
Back in the room was when the fun begun. Couple of the o-weekers came in with buckets of water with the intention of pouring it out of the window onto the freshers who would be taking their photos directly below. Thus we waited in anticipation and boom. Freshers + water= wet freshers.
And I was behind the scenes laughing with the o-weekers. It was fun when it wasn't me who got rained on ^^. And it was nice talking to them too.
Today was the first day in uni though. What was it that I did.....hmmm.......I think....I went for an arts welcoming orientation....yeah....but...that doesn't seem right because Derek was with me.....hmmm, I could have been at the Law welcoming orientation....and then enrolled? That....makes a little bit more sense I think....o.0
There was a few periods of time when I was in and out of uni and with dad. Missed alot of the college orientation but seriously didn't mind cos the o weekers got the freshers to do alot of weird things. But I guess....it's rather hard to make friends if I just kept to myself......
and everything feels a little forced. Like it's hard to talk to the others, especially Australians and art/law people or even people in my 'powwow' group (our leader was Franny, the cutest tiniest guy ever. You get this overwhelming urge to cuddle him and pat his head, but of course that would be weird....*cough*ahem*cough*)
But they do go drinking alot and I just won't feel comfortable being off on the side. So I don't really know.......on one hand, I regret not getting to know them better, on the other it's better if I found my own friends instead of trying to with them.
Day 3- we are doing this again?
I can't even remember what I did this day. Washed my hair? Saw a movie? Went to Victoria night market? Ugh....what a memory.
If I did any of those things....
the movie was bad. Really just slapstick kindda making fun of everything.
Washing my hair....well, atleast I am clean. Although the showers here are weak and I always feel less clean coming out than going in.
Victoria Night Market, got a headache, really packed and stuff too expensive and basically went back with a very bad mood because my feet hurt, my back hurts, my head hurts....
Whinewhinewhinewhine
Day....um...until the end of the week cos I can't even remember anymore
We also visited the beach I remembered, there was a barbecue one day and that day everyone came back drunk, drank during dinner and went out to drink somemore. There was a really bad movie on Friday called Napoleon Dynamite. There was um....days in uni, days in college. I seem to be missing the dinners alot as well as lunch.....and well, breakfast....>>
not my fault!!
Then mother and grandma arrived on saturday, dad went back on sunday and thus begins another week.
Sigh................
Oh yeah, clubs and societies. I MET SIGH. I MET...sorta, DANGOMOUSE. I totally lost by like 40 points to Sigh who wasn't even concentrating and half the time explaining things to other people and gave me six handi -.-.
Dango David san came, took one look and said black should resign and promptly got blasted by his girlfriend for being mean to me ^^.
I'm also now in the um.....anime society, flare dance ensemble (but jazz class is like packed with people and seriously have no idea what I'm doing anymore....), roleplayer society and the ever popular Socialist Alternative Party. One of their members, Liam, called me up one cheery afternoon and totally threw me off. I must have sounded like a total ditz to him.
Anyways.
Also oh yeah. The toga turn party thingy. That was fun. I really like to dance. Their music wasn't really dance music but it was fun with people just moving around. Well yeah...
O week finished, and next week begins lectures and seminars (at the point of writing, I've already attended several and is actually nearing the end of week one of actual uni and finding that I can't really cope)
Mused by Sukunami Taka around 11:28 PM
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