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IaNNeH©: You’d only say goodbye when you die … see ya guys one fine day…. Thanks for the memories…. scrapbook was a nice touch .... ;)

Kevin on the way to the airport: “Has it hit you yet that you’re are leaving Perth?”

To be honest, I was so sleepy and smashed, coupjed with anxiety and anticipation, well I was one big ball of emotion to be honest, I thought it be the moment I checked in my bags, or when I went through customs, but it hit me when the plane was touching down the Changi tarmac and the chief stewardess announced, “Residents and Citizens of Singapore, a warm welcome back.”

And then it hit me … I was home.

Just a split second tingle up the spine. And yet, I feel there’s something incomplete…

Goodbye

”Did I disappoint you or let you down? … You touched my heart you touched my soul ... You changed my life and all my goals … I've kissed your lips and held your head … I know you well, I know your smell ... I am a dreamer but when I wake, You can't break my spirit - it's my dreams you take. And as you move on, remember me, Remember us and all we used to be. I've seen you cry, I've seen you smile. I've watched you sleeping for a while… I'd spend a lifetime with you. I know your fears and you know mine. We've had our doubts but now we're fine, And I love you, I swear that's true ... And I still hold your hand in mine. In mine when I'm asleep. And I will bare my soul in time, When I'm kneeling at your feet. Goodbye my lover. Goodbye my friend. You have been the one. You have been the one for me. I'm so hollow….”

Raw emotion, just oure uncontrollable human emotion, something that can’t be managed nor kept. There is, and never was a good time to begin with, at times I wished it never came to this, but it did. I thought I’d be stronger, but the mind can’t contirl the actions of the heart, to which it had to come to this.

Such is the deck of cards being dealt.

Bon Appetito

Cao Italia, one of the few places that I’d be actually be bothered to eat out at in Perth. And trust me, it’s worth it. It’s got to be one of the smallest restaurants I’ve come across, maybe about 60 patrons max?



I now, shall put my degree in use:
· This restaurant is family owned and runned I’d gather, with a few outside helping hand. The manager, probably the owner, patriac is truly an Italian charmer, which would be hard to explain, but I think due to quitea ahigh volume of oversea’s university students who frequent this eatery, he’s quite versed at a few Berhasa and Mandarin, and Cantonese phrases, I kid you not.
· The price are relatively cheap, 11 of us and it came up to AUD $275 or so? Servings are rather huge and SUPERB (The Cao Italia pasta special, Scotch fillet and choice of pasta infused in tomato base vodka sauce. Amd desert? Hhad this sinful chocolate pastry thingy that had different textures of choc, simply heaven.).
· For such a small eatery, there isn’t reservations, which in another way is good advertising and promotion for the place. As it is situated along Milpoint Junction, you would have to wait along the street outside for a seat.
And that is how you run a good restaurant class.



Why did 11 of us go there? Well, in a way it was suppose to be my farewell dinner of sorts, and another one was that everyone had finished their exams and it was suppose to be flat 46’s dinner, minus 2. Nonetheless, am friggn stuffed right now.

Bellisimo!

Proof ...?

Proof, if there are any conspiracy theorists who tghink that I'm on a 2 year vacation... tghink again.... =) .. shots were taken at John Curtin Forum, one of the more nicer spots you can find on campus.... Location of Convocations at that ....

With Dee and Wendy....


Just wanted a normal pic, but was coaxed into doing this by Dee...tuff work okai, especially after the gym...


And of course... the contemplative staring into the distant/sunn pic....

DOH!

IaNNeH©: -3: a half bolley into the wondow pane.. with the left foot!!!



Erm, yea, was emilating what the Soccerwhoo’s did against Brazil:not hitting the intended target. It was a superb left foot volley though, right smack at the window pane, and I was rather pleased about it, wasn’t pissed off or anything, just had this mischievous euphoria to it all. Exaplining this to the housing manager should be peachy.

Jogo Bonito… not …

f R E D

'How do you expect to beat Brazil Bresciano? You don’t even know what jogo bonito means….”

Soccerwhos?

Haha!! I’ll try to be as unbiased as I can… Brazil to lose to people that play soccer? It’s football mate, and it ain’t Aussie Rules.

If anybody is watching in Oz for the WC coverage in oceania, there’s ad campaign by Nike, featuring this old gnit that’s as old as history, ribbing the Aussies that they can’t beat the Brazilians (and he is actually History by the way). Anyways, it’s gone to say how it can’t beat the Brazilians and stuff.

Good thing that they didn’t if not, I think we’ll never hear the end of it like we are now when they beat Japan, courtesy of the guus factor. The jogo bonitians



Were 2 nil winners, though it was rather hardwork at the end. The funny point of it all was that we ribbing the players:

1. For one thing, Ronaldo’s so friggn fat. Really for antion which I think their third team would still pose a threat, can’t they pick someone else besides him, he’s seriously past his prime.
2. Robinho – Erm, we have come to conclusion that once upon a time that he was in fact Chinese .. Robinho? Or Robin Ho? .. get it.. get it…??... ;p
3. FRED? Reakky.. for a Brazilian who somewhat saved the blushes for Brazil, his name is just so UNBRAZILIAN… just think .. you got the likes of Roberto Carlos, kaka, Ronaldo, Ronaldinho, Adriano, Juninho rolling outta yer lips and the all a sudden…. Fred?
I mean… you gotta feel for that guy… it’s like a racehorse with a one syllabus name…
4. And lastly, there’s a conspiracy theory thata power, far greater than Fifa, is calling the shots of the beautiful Game, even more powerful than Nike and Adidas (friggn round te ball is….). But las, I have said too much already.

Other randomness
· When the game gets boring, we put our degress into good use…. even though one is a genetic biotch engineer (something along those lines, fir the life of me I can't remember his course) and the other one a computer engineering student .. well.. least we're constructive...


· Was clearing out my trophies: Still wonder how am still alive, but the memories of each bottle is worth it….


· I’ve been cold shouldered for lingerie.. erm… yea…

Sum'n Nu

Hello my global udience!!! Yes, I'm back to rid the world of insomnia zmd brionig forth world peace!!! Er-herm .... okay, if I may be serious for a moment. Just scanned through my blog, been close to a month since I've written anything, and that would be there's noting to write about except for the usual emo stuff and I'm sure you guys are ired of that in anycse.

Moving on... as you would know, 'less you aren't really human or someting ... World Cup has commenced and that would be one of the legitimate reasons why I haven't been writing, even though it just started on on Friday.
So far so good, but really impress me most was the Singaporean ref... YES!!! Goal 2010 has come through, with 4 years to spare.. HAH! But really, the standard of refereeing is rather crap, for one thing they're either too drunk on vodka or carona (depending on country of otigin of course), or they'd wanna get more attention than Becks vy proving that he's got more hair gel on his head. But the singaporean ref? boy he just let the game go and to me it was one of the most entertaining matches I've seen.

This pundit tips so far;

• Brazil .. JOGO BONITO!! (Comprnde Aussies?? .. really it's as though they've won the lot already...)
• Portugal: PORtuGAL para sempre, em meu coração em minha alma!! (my roots, gotta give 'em rops!!!)
• Agentina: Juegúelo la ARGENTINA bonita!!! (nette my lioness, I feed on the chicken rice ... ;p)
• (erm, look up Babelish if I was really lost in translation....)
• Also, the Czech's and after the demolition I saw today ESPANOL!!! Oh why don't you do something for once.. hope it be this year.

And whilethis major distraction is imposing on the world this month (seriously, they should have a worldwide moth long siesta for this, it's rather sacriligious to disrupt a religious ritual), I submitted my very last exam, and for the first time since this shock has set in, I feel really good about, rather than the emo trip I was on the past fews til now....

Lastly, ther's shitload of muthfucking loonies walking around on God's green eath (YES YOU FUCKING NUT) .. For more insightful guan, hollah and I'll chun it to ya aite omes?

Well, that's that, , few more days and I'll be done with this, will see what happens at that point. Gotta prepare for Church of the Beautiful Game. Take care and behave world! Peace uP!

“It’s the sense of touch … you brush past people, people bump into you.. I think we miss that touch so much, we crash into each other just so that we can feel something….”

- Excerpts from the opening monologue to Crash

That Was It

402, 217.

That was the very last one.

The last , at this moment, in my entire life, that I have attended a tutorial. In fact, I tghink it will be the last time I ever will be in a tutorial class.

It’s a new feeling, that at this juncture I wish I had never felt. This was the end. The end of my study life. What made it more poignant was we were the last group to present and at that stage we were over the class duration. I guess life wanted me to appreciate what was left of it, and believe me I did.


What made it weirder was the goodbyes, I’d usually noting lectures and tutors as I would tghink they wouldn’t care. But Maureen had this strange connection with the class. That factor that only a handful of ecturers possess. The sort of magnetism that draws students to her class.

The sun had set by then.

The walk back was weirder. Walking from CBS, pass guild, pass the international office, ontp John Curtin Forum, onto the South Oval and back to K.V.

Every step along the route back, flashes from the past 2 years trailing this route back came to mind, noting out of the ordinary, just ordinary things that as usual, makes me start to think as usual. If I could put my finger on it I would. I wish I could, but I can’t.

That would be the last of what few things that has and will be.

Sigh.

And sorry Sopz for blowing up on you. Mind’s not at it’s best place right now.