Saturday, January 04, 2003

Today's weather is not too bad...it's just 30 deg, a mite cooler than the hot sticky Singapore anyhow....gosh, I am going to miss Brisbane.

Countdown: 20 days to sayonara Brisbane

At least I have accomplished something today. Me and Ernest went to see our lecturer and got ourselves beefy reference letters. A pat on our backs! The two hour visit turned into a heaty discussion about the potential winner of the English premier league. Please do not let Arsenal win!!! Can any self-respecting soccer fan hear me? Support all teams except Arse-senal and Man U. Alrite, I confess, I have been brainwashed thoroughly by Ernest.

Ok, finished the precious documents and went to collect my return tickets at the travel agency stationed in uni. Can you believe it? They gave me my tickets wrapped nicely in a plastic folder. This is disgusting. Give me cheaper tickets anyday and I can do without plastic folders for paper tickets! TMD waste my money....

1715: The problem with Australia is that they take holidays a bit too seriously. I walked (seriously, can you believe it? I walked) 10 mins to the nearest grocery store to buy an onion and what happens? 'Please come back on 8 Jan! Happy New Year!' Yeah....happy new year.....I have to walked (I walked!) 15 mins more to another supermarket to buy an onion. All that for a small onion. Lucky I took revenge and bought a carrot, a mango and a bottle of OJ as well. Haha!

The movie 54 was showed on Channel 9 tonight. What a show. Shane was a New Jersey guy who took a chance and showed up at the infamous Club 54 in New York one night to catch a look at his idol, Julie Black.

OK, Shane sure got the good luck and was choosen to be a busboy at the club. He works topless and yum yum indeed! As the story progressed, he was promoted to be a bartender and hanged out with the fast crowd. Needless to say, drugs and one night stands are on high piority.

Everything fell apart when he finally meets Julie and she dumps him bad. One faithful patron of 54 dies of drug overdose in the club and IRS put his boss in jail for evading tax. 54 was closed and Shane wakes up to his folly (surprise, surprise). He got himself enrolled in NYU for some business course and earn money by waitering. 18 months later, Shane's boss was out of jail and threw a reunion party at 54 for one last time. They lived happily ever after.

Story's a bit too overwashed with drugs, free sex and power. For more info, pls do your own research ok?

Show's over and time for bed. It's another day.

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