What should I do?

So in one of the previous posts I mentioned that I may like SOMEONE. The response to that was.... incredible. I never knew that 3/4 of the world population were busybodies... hehehehhe.....It was funny though, hearing the suggestions of what I should do to gain that SOMEONE's attention. Some were resonable, most were ridiculous.

1. Next time, look at him with 'I'm so glad you're here with me eyes' (something I have yet to learn to do)
2. From an A+ student: Call him. Wait. Don't call him. Have some self control. No, I think you should call. Don't call. Call. Heck. Miss call?
3. Take his hand and play with his fingers (!?)
4. Be physical a bit with him....brush your hand against him, stand closer.
5. Go read up on all the sports teams he likes. And pretend to support them.
6.From a guy: Guys are stupid (sorry guys, looks like you might have a traitor in your misdt). Tell him.
7. From a girl: Guys are stupid. Tell him. And if he doesn't like you back, push him off the ledge. Oh.. just make sure when you tell him, you're standing on the balcony of a 34 floor building.
8. Go pash up with him.
9. From a certain lecturer: Oh, JUST GO AND KISS HIM.
10. From my mom, very disturbingly: Go have his kids. I want grandchildren.

Like I said, ridiculous.

Go Figure

So my tummy wasn't feeling too good today and I needed the toilet REAL bad. And hey... whatdaya know... Toilet! Only thing was, it was for the handicapped. Oh who cares, I REALLY need to go. So I went. Ahhh..... feel sooo much better. Ahaha... handicapped toilet got sink. Excellent... nice smelling soap summore. There, all nice and clean now. Let's go. Turned the lock and pull open door. Darn. cannot open. Hmm.. there's another handle. I'll try that. Still cannot open. Hmm..... perhaps it'll move if i slide it open. Uh oh.. still not budging.

I shall not panic. I shall not panic. Maybe I didn't turn the lock properly. Turn lock again. STILL not budging. I shall NOT panic. No. No. Cannot panic. Breathe.. It's a nice toilet. Nice mirrors and nice smelling soap. Don't panic. Breathe.... Ok, let's try again. Turn lock. hand on handle. Pull. Not working. Push? I'm gonna DIE in a handicapped toilet! Slide you stupid door. Slideeeeee. Breathe Mindy, Breathe. Ok. I will not allow myslef to die in a handicap toilet. No. Try again. Recall how you usually open doors. Step one. Turn lock. Step two. Hand on handle. Step three. Pull/ push th HEY hang on a moment. There's ANOTHER LOCK UNDER THE LOCKKKKKK.................................

Yes, I got out after turing THAT lock. But can somebody please explain to me why a toilet made especially for the handicapped would not only have TWO locks but also TWO handles on both ends of the door? Pengsan...

Moments of Disarray

A week since I arrived, and I'm still longing to be back home. Seems to me that I'm having a chronic bout of home sickness. Anyhow, I'm trying to keep myself as busy as possible so that I can go to bed without drenching my pillow with tears. And also so that I don't spend a bomb calling home. Here's my update........

Since everyone I talk to has been asking me bout the Summer Vacation Research Scholarship, I start with that. So far, so good. Except that I feel stupid whenever I talk to the researchers who work there. Having said that, I learnt how to stick electrodes on people to measure their brain waves, and I can now officially apply to places where they need sleep technicians. Whether or not they want to employ me is another story lar... And though the electrode thing sounds cool, I find if really gross beacuse I have to touch people's oily skin and actually clean it before i can stick the electrodes on. Sticking the ones on the head is even worse. You cannot imagine to level of grossness it is to stick it on oily and unwashed hair. Oh, and I have a research supervisor who eats sushi everyday.

Number 2. I've come to a realisation that I may just actually like SOMEBODY very much. And that somebody's name is....... you think I'm gonna tell you meh?? And I can't wait for him to get back to Aussie, though right now, I'm telling myself that I need to snap out of it. Some say I'm in denial. Others say that the SOMEBODY has given up on me...... For more juicy details, gimme a ring on my mobile. I'll be glad to spill.

Number 3. I'm blessed. Though very few are around, I've been surrounded by love and kindness ever since I've come back. I thank God for them, and I'm really amazed at the way that He has taken care of me. Plus.... I have a car fro two weeks :P

Number 4. A Member Of the Opposite SEx (MOOSE) asked me today if he could 'buy me a drink' when I was waiting for the bus. Now, normally, I would be flattered if a MOOSE decided that I was the one he wanted to have a drink with. Unfortunately, this particular MOOSE was at least 50 years old, had missing front teeth and was more than interested to know where I lived. I wanted to run home instead of wait for the bus.

Number 5. I think I'm turning into a vegetarian.

Man... I'm thinking that I need to get a grip....

Miss Lonely

Boy, it's quite here back in Adelaide. There's no one here. Only three days and I'm missing everyone back home already. How to last for one and a half months??