This is not funny...

I get hungry every 2 hours!!! Because its winter, and i suppose you burn more energy by doing nothing. However, i doubt i'll get fat because when its time to eat, looking at the food, i have no appetitie.

But i bought a loaf of MULTI-GRAIN bread (the caps is for my mother who will be very pleased i'm buying the healthy bread) which i think will last me for a week.

And i bought a whole load of stuff from the supermarket. Let's start from the beginning first...

The boyfriend and i parted at the airport. No one to help me with my luggage, so as i planned...i took 10 steps with one, then back for the next. I'm on the second floor of the house..so yes...10 steps up, 10 steps down. A caucasian was very amused with how i'm dealing with my luggage though, and offered to help. But i declined cause i thought the fat girl he was initially helping needed his help more. Hahahaa...and i don't mind the workout. Although, my body is still aching now from lugging tons here and there.

Stepping into the house, you know it's lived in. But its scary, cause you don't see the tenants. Even scarier is, the birds around here chirp VERY differently. They sound almost like humans.

The blue pillow, i ka po from Quantas for my first night. I pay so much....hahahaaa..eh, i proud to be auntie k. At least i'm a hot sexy auntie. Quantas gave ice-cream and chocolate!! And i had salmon!! Somehow, i like airline food. I think its because it comes in a set, organised and fun to explore. Shaun will say i will like prison life then. Organised and the food comes on the portioned plate.

I miss home. I feel sad thinking that my room is empty and cold. I miss my big red tomato, and so i got it replaced with a pink white furry dog. It IS a necessity, dad. I put alot of thought into buying it and did my budgeting. The heater though...is abit irritating. Not very warm and it switches off every hour! So you got to wake up and then on it every hour!! When i asked the office about it, they told me its to prevent fire. Ahh..ok

The stars here are like many jewels thrown against a velvet black. Above are pictures of my campus grounds, and yes, mum you can come stay. I think you can just make do in my room (single bed though) or get the visitor's room (chargable,not sure how much. Haven't found out.)

I like how my survival instincts kick in, because i almost got everything done. I can't wait for school to start though. But erm..the part where my survivial skills failed is preparing food...

I thought it works like a fridge..but its an evil freezer which freezed all my GOOD STUFF!!! I'm very very very sad. Because everything when soft when i tried to thaw it out. Very very very sad. But i still tried to eat the tomato though..lucky no stomach ache. The golden kiwi fruit i got was like eating frozen sorbet. Was VERY SOUR. Waiting for the boyfriend to cook for me, he has better facilities at his hostel.

Our first night here, we had pizza at his friend's place. Pizza that night was on offer, $3.90 only! We had pizza, talked, had more pizza, then talked some more. Nothing else to do, because Perth very boring. Shops don't open on Sundays, close at 4pm on other days. Even petrol kioks close, what do you think?

Ok, the cap is mine..the boyfriend looks like a terrorist. It's cold here, by the way.We went to Fremantle on Sunday, courtesy of Murdoch. The boyfriend made friends with a student helper on the trip there, and got him to be our personal tour guide around Fremantle. Boy, this local is soooo slow in speaking, it makes us want to fall asleep. He does political science and philosopy. We went to eat the famous fish and chips...upon making your order and payment, the cashier gives you a device which will vibrate, flash red lights and 'talk to you' and then you go collect your food. I was very amused. The local's food came before ours did and he started. After me and the boyfriend finished ours, he's still not yet done with his!! Yawn...And something VERY embarrassing happened. I was telling the local how he looked more like a Maori (New Zealand aboriginal) than a Perth-rian (?), his name is MEMO, by the way. Not prounced as the stationery, but pronouced like the fish, Nemo.

And so, i don't know why i suddenly started calling Memo, MAORI!! In fact, i was shouting after him, and wondering why isnt he responding! The boyfriend then whispered, his name is MEEMO! And Memo knew i was trying to call him.

Gosh, i must have sounded racist.