Creatures from Mars

I am not sure why am I writing this entry. To tell you the truth, I really don't. I just felt like writing it, although the first part of my story had long gone 1 year ago. Maybe because I have no room on my own now, I am sleeping on a foldable bed-couch thingy. Or maybe I am just into a phase, like old smelly socks (I have no idea why I wrote that) PMS. Hahahaha.

Back to my title, before I got too far into the old smelly socks, I am speaking about men! Once upon a time that sound old, one of my friends (girl) asked me this question: What men do when they are interested in a girl? Man, that took me hell a long time to think. Maybe so long that, it takes me about 1 year to fully understand the psychology part of it. I am not a psychologist, so don't get me wrong there. So what men do when they are interested in a girl?

After 1 years of looking at love and men textbooks, definitely not researching, and maybe asking me the same question to answer my friend, I have come up with these set of answers. Maybe you guys might not agree with me, speaking in an ockle way "I don't bloody care, gals digs blokes with big tummy".

A guy is interested in a girl, when:

1. He looks at the particular girl with a slight puppy eyes and somehow tenderly look. I might get this wrong, a play boy might get these sort of eyes and get every girls on his shoe. How do you girls tell when a bloke have those eyes? Maybe they will sparkle when he looks at you?
2. The bloke is more caring towards you. Do not agree with that? No guys will beat up the girl that he likes if he is interested. What? You think you are still in kindie? So a good way to test this is to act as if you fall down, and hurt yourself, and see whether the guy cares or not. Of course some of them do care, right? When someone feel down, you will help that guy?
   
3. The bloke will be interested to spend more time with you. Either on the train, or just standing in front of the rancid smelling toilets waiting for you. This is quite true, we won't be standing there smelling all those filthy smell, and rather go to some perfume shop even though they smelt a lot worse.
4. The bloke would love to talk to you more often! With the latest techology, one can argue that it is hard to differentiate. Even a 5 years old kid has the latest mobile, and he KNOWS how to sms...... I reckon I will lose to him in the competition of text messaging if we had one.
5. I think body language plays a lot of roles in this part. Just like monkey, the interested party will try to groom the other victim monkey. Although we have evolved or genetically modified by selective breeding, some part of us are still very similar to our monkey ancestors. Christian people, you are different, you are greated by your god from mould. So I can't include you guys into this, can I? Sorry I am being religion-ist here, pardon me for that.
6. The guy will put the girl's name near his mouth. Not change his name to the girl's name, you bloody idiot. He speaks more of her, maybe in good, some might be bad.
   
7. Maybe he will beat you because he is interested in you. Well, when a boy hit or bully a girl, this means he is interested in her. Maybe some people still practise this movement when they grow up. Thank god I am not close to any of these abusive people.
   
8. The bloke will try to buy drinks for the lady, and maybe with some additives. Well, we know what we are interested. Do you?
9. He will jump around like monkey and ask you for a dance or so. Then you guys can jump around in circle or crazy undirected way and exchange body heat. Hey I am not talking about sex yet, don't jump into conclusion like them.... Then after one dance or another, you guys can actually exchange "interest" in a filthy grafitti toilet. By "interest", it means something the girl will see something growing in few month time like a bank interest, and guys need to pay all of that in return.
   

Okay, I can't think of any other thing that is good. So basically you guys should know the point 1-6 are somehow true, and point 7-9 are all bullshits. If not, you poor gullible soul...... People open your eyes and look at the world, maybe with a new pair of glasses.

For your information, as a disclaimer, this is just a mere nonsense by a too much time on his sleeve author, and should be read in account of pleasure or under supervision of an adult.

Leaving on a V-Line.

Taking a break from my packing, I decided to write this entry. Cause I probably won't have the mood to write another entry until I am fully settled in Melbourne. Yes, you get me right, I will be moving back to Melbourne for good. I will be out of this outback, and into the big smoke. Some parts of me are longing about the move, and another half just want to stay put. But this is a move I have to make, not the one I can choose.
If you guys have read the previous entry, I will be crashing with my cousin. I think I better start packing again. These are my pictures of the packing progress.
I am always like that when I pack. Throw everything out and then only sort them into boxes. So everything will lie around the room when I pack, and I got agitated by that and start watching tv again. Hahaha.

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Apart from packing, I am sure I am going to miss the outback. I am speaking on behalf of everyone who stayed at the outback for more than 5 months. Okay, some people might not like this place after all these years. But I came to love it. This place is nice and very laid back; I believed I have said enough about this beautiful place, so I should stop here. I guess I should let you guys see what is so nice about this place. Those gippslander, please don't buy the next V-line ticket back to gippy after looking at them. ;)
The most beautiful sunset I have ever seen.

Sunsets during winter. I took them on the way back from gym.
One foggy day.

After tomorrow, it will be only a visit to this place. I know I will miss it a lot, but I can't see any of my future in this place. Maybe I will move back when I am a 40 years old heck, but not now.

In Heaven or In Jail?

Disclaimer: This is just a random rambling from Lex. The author still want to be neutral in political worlds, although most of the world are going crazy with the rise of gas.

Most of you guys might know about that I will be heading back to Melbourne for good, or some of you guys might not know. When I am down in the city, I have to stay with my aunt. This is because she INSISTED of me staying with her, and I know that she cares about me a lot (as much as a mother will). Hey I am not complaining about this. But then there is always a personal dispute inside me. I have moved out of the comfort and pamper life four years ago, and now I get my comfort and pampering by living by myself. I LOVE living by myself. What is the advantages?

1. I can go out as late as I want, not accounted to anyone. FREEDOM
   
2. I can do whatever I like at home, in my own little space, ie. watch tv until wee hour if there is no work the next day, find for treasure in two little holes that is formed below my eyes, and maybe sit around naked (I am just giving extreme activity, not that I sit around naked, only when it is 45 degree hot summer)

But there is always bad side which some people thinks that they will be too much for someone at this age, like laundry, cleaning the floor or others. But I have gone pass that budge-stage where I do all the house chores when I felt that they are too much for my liking.

When I told my aunt that I wanted to move out with my friends, my aunt actually cried out loud. Of another thing that makes me don't want to stay in the house is that I don't have my own space. I need to crash in my cousin room. I don't think he likes that idea as well. My aunt actually said that she wants me to live with her as long as I am working in Melbourne. So should I move out of Melbourne? I think when it is time to move, she will understand. So what is so bad living with her, right? Foods, shelters, needs, necessaries provided. All free of charge.

But, one thing is I need to crash with my cousin in a small room, both of us are over 18. I don't think it is good for my uncle to clean my undies and clothes. I don't have a personal table where I can put all my crap and electronics. I have some other needs, and I better not say. Their house are miles away from the station, and it is hard for me if I were to be late from gatherings and outings. I don't think my cousin will be happy if I stay over his place for that such a long time, and he might have needs as well. Hahaha. Hey, we are adult here, and boys will always be boys.

But beggars can't be choosers. So I have to go with this kind of tormenting situation for awhile, hoping I can a job and move out of their house. Don't get me wrong, they are the closest people to me over here in Aus, but I am a person who tasted freedom before. I don't want to go back to that so call comfort zone, if I can. I can make my own comfort zone now.

One good words though, beggars can't be choosers........

Tomorrow is another Day

Sorry guys, been leaving this blog to rot for awhile. Can you guys see any mould growing at the corner? If so, do help me to wipe them!

At 2 pm, I am no longer a student! Although my student card valid until 2010, so means I can watch movie at cinema with reduced price until 2010, I have officially completed my Honours degree!! Honours year come and go, and 1 year passed in a blink. I still clearly remembered the first time I stepped into my Honours office, sitting next to Micheal and Jacinta on my both side. I can't say I had the worst time during this year, I had a blast actually! I just wish I can stay here longer.

I was chatting with one of my friend, and that I will be heading to the city soon. It is different, I got use of this kind of slow-paced life in Gippsland. If I remembered clearly, I did say this phrase before, and for a numerous time. People over here in Gippy are way friendlier than those in the city. Although when you bring a smile out to the world, the world will smile WITH you (not At). Oh yes, I will be moving to the city soon. I have no idea how many times I need to move, but I to have my own house next time, where I won't need to move like a bloody nomad.

I have been pretty addicted to watch Aussie Footy these days. That is a bloody bewdy, one can play with hand, foot and even body. But I don't really see the point of talking footy here, since this is not a footy blog, and only those from Aus will know about this game.

For now, I will pay all my attentions into making a nice poster for the conference I am anticipating for, and enjoy will I can!!!! Yes, tomorrow is another day, another pretty boring and routine day. I guess I am behaving older than I suppose to be, no longer hitting the nearest pub (if there is any) to celebrate my degree completion. But, sit here and bloody blog about my bloody life...... I wonder whether can I blame on my circle of friends over here, cause almost all of them don't go to such places. I have to pull them into a pub last year during my birthday.....

BUT, I get my entertainment by hitting the gym; not to spot on boobies, or to see girls in bikini in the swimming pool. I do exercise in the gym. AND healthy dose of cable tv, thanks to my landlord. Sometime I do feel bad, cause I was laughing my ass off while watching King of Queens while my housemate need to study for his nursing examination.

Okay, enough of rambling useless stuffs. Tomorrow is another day, for me to start packing and procrastinate!