On moving

06 July, 2009

I'm moving to here.

On YAY

04 July, 2009

Happy Independence Day, USA!


Happy Birthday, me!


Now guess which one I appreciate more. ;)

On flying the roost

02 July, 2009

The semester's over and suddenly (*poof* in a breath of air) my 'Uni' friends have flown off to far and wonderful places. France. China. The UK.


I remain land-bound in this drought-forsaken country, listening to a winter's night of rainfall that is music to the ears and I consider (in all seriousness) flying my own roost. In layman's (read: normal, self-respecting individuals') terms: moving out.

In a few days my legal clock will tick over and add another legal years to my legal age. I will throw down the raiments of adolescence and don the hat of...well. Maturity? Every year on the eve of my birthday, I sit in hope of sparkling lights and twinkling music to herald my levelling up. New stats! New improvements! Better armour! Instead, year after year, I feel much the same as I did when I was fifteen or ten or five. But this year (after incredible exam-time stress and pre- and post-exam-time head-butting) I have been seriously considering the possibility of my moving out. To avoid high tension all-round.

My main problem lies with money. As always, the problem of the world. To move out, I should get myself employment with which to pay for my living out. However, as I live so far from the CBD, many employers are uncomfortable offering me late night shifts. Daytime shifts are also a problem as my Uni hours are so anal. I am unable to get a job close to where I live as by the time I am able to leave Uni and get back to my suburb, most shops are closed. So, theoretically, to work I would need to move out. Do we see the problem here?

Actually, the mater brought it up today where she mentioned that (if I were really in the mood) I could look into trying out living out--for a month or so--and see if I am up to it at all.

Oh, freedom and shackles my friends.