Phew,
University. New chapter. 2 weeks flew past like the flip of a page. BAM and where'd all the time go? It's good having Dong, Chai and Kendrick to train, walk to classes and lunch with; to have a core group of friends amidst a sea of strangers (or potential new friends, depending on how you wanna see it :P) I'm never alone in a lecture and I like that. But on the other hand, I never feel the need to step out of my comfort zone and meet new people. Which is what university is supposed to be for, no?
But that being said, we do find new acquaintances (future buddies? ha) in tutorials. OH I love French class. My new French buddy is Misha. He has such pretty eyes. My gosh, I want them. Haha. Eyes aside, he's chill and easy to relate to. And the 2 Greek kids are pretty cool too. Marielena is gorgeous. And super friendly.
I have decided that Chai is awesome. Okay, I sorta already knew that she's a really thoughtful and able to get along with anyone. But really, I admire how genuinely caring she is.
Tuesday, everyone seemed to get on my nerves. Slightly. Idk why. I overthought things. Bad. Until the last carriage heart train incident which cheered me up a little.
Got sick on Wednesday. Woke up with a tremendously heavy head that throbbed and spun.
Thursday was funn. Stayed back after uni with Crystal and Will. Chilled in the library, read pre-readings (omgsh SO tedious. I'd rather do actual work. maybe) aand then we went to Grill'd for dinner. Then Will took me to the dance centre because I had no idea how to get there. LOL. Met Matt and his sister Lailing? Although I did not realise they were siblings until we were on the train back home. Awkwarrrd. Dance class was great! I hadn't realise just how much I missed dancing. Uncoordinated and slow as I was, it felt good to move my body and get into the ridiculously fast rhythm. Hopefully I'll get some of my dancing skills back eventually?
I think I'll get to like uni more once I get a little more used to it.
Yay to new friends.
Me.
Saturday, March 15, 2014
A nudge to listen
So,
I'm in a room, in a circle with a small group of church friends (4 or 5 of us?). We're praying in tongues I think.
Then I get the God experience I've always wanted: the supernatural, out of the ordinary, in pouring of the Holy Spirit. I fall to the floor but not quite to the floor because I'm floating just a few inches above it?
I wake up and I'm on all fours, palms and knees on the ground. Suddenly, I'm aware of the strangest sensation: my ears are gone. They're just not there. I glance up and see the others in a corner. I can hear them, but only vaguely (odd, seeing as I've got no ears to hear...) After that, a thought jumps to mind "I don't listen enough." It was a kind of realisation, an instant understanding of what I was doing wrong and what God wanted me to do.
Just like that, my ears came back. And with it, a feeling of lightness.
A message? I think yes.
Me
I'm in a room, in a circle with a small group of church friends (4 or 5 of us?). We're praying in tongues I think.
Then I get the God experience I've always wanted: the supernatural, out of the ordinary, in pouring of the Holy Spirit. I fall to the floor but not quite to the floor because I'm floating just a few inches above it?
I wake up and I'm on all fours, palms and knees on the ground. Suddenly, I'm aware of the strangest sensation: my ears are gone. They're just not there. I glance up and see the others in a corner. I can hear them, but only vaguely (odd, seeing as I've got no ears to hear...) After that, a thought jumps to mind "I don't listen enough." It was a kind of realisation, an instant understanding of what I was doing wrong and what God wanted me to do.
Just like that, my ears came back. And with it, a feeling of lightness.
A message? I think yes.
Me
Monday, March 3, 2014
White Night
White night.
So I took the train with Vic and Viv. First time I had seen them in like 2 months. It was pretty fun just catching up and chatting with old friends. I miss the ease that comes with spending time with people that I've seen practically everyday for almost 6 years straight.
Dinner at Burma Lane. I must admit, although my noodles were pretty darn tasty, the stolen bite of Viv's Coffee and Ginger Cheesecake with coconut thingos, burnt white chocolate and ice cream was the highlight.
Bobbed, danced and appreciated the jazz band on Bourke Street. The guy playing the massive brass instrument (like a tuba but bigger) was cute (not cute guy cute but quirky cute). He was swaying to the beat. Haha.
Queued up for an hour for a wooden cube that had on it, information transmitted through a satellite from the planet Chehehe. LOL. Mine was bluee and having it supposedly enhances your creativity. Ha.
Slipped into the ocean of people on Swanston street. Stopped to watch street performers. A guy with a painted black&white face dancing with metal circles and a crystal ball. Some dude played a harmonica and guitar whilst tapping a beat with his feet/ beating a drum and cymbals. How does one have so much coordination?!
Belted out OHHH WE'RE HALFWAY THERE. WOAAAH OH LIVING ON A PRAYER with the crowd as a spread-out line of oddly dressed people carried boom boxes playing Bon Jovi.
Stepped into the theatre with a heartbeat thumping throughout the hall. (slightly nauseating actually)
Saw lights that coloured Flinders Street Station.
Met up with Vicky's friend's friends. A bunch of Melbourne Grammar School boys I think? I really do like meeting new people. Trying to suss out a stranger's stories and judge what their personality might be like. The guy I was talking to, Jimmy, did English Lit and Philosophy. He must be deep. BAHAH. Okay. Big assumption. But eh, he was friendly enough.
Night brings a different tinge to the air. It holds a certain excitement and mystery that I miss out on because the yawns and tired eyes call me to home and to bed. Dang.
Next time I shall last longer. Getting home at 2am ish is far too early. :P
Me.
So I took the train with Vic and Viv. First time I had seen them in like 2 months. It was pretty fun just catching up and chatting with old friends. I miss the ease that comes with spending time with people that I've seen practically everyday for almost 6 years straight.
Dinner at Burma Lane. I must admit, although my noodles were pretty darn tasty, the stolen bite of Viv's Coffee and Ginger Cheesecake with coconut thingos, burnt white chocolate and ice cream was the highlight.
Bobbed, danced and appreciated the jazz band on Bourke Street. The guy playing the massive brass instrument (like a tuba but bigger) was cute (not cute guy cute but quirky cute). He was swaying to the beat. Haha.
Queued up for an hour for a wooden cube that had on it, information transmitted through a satellite from the planet Chehehe. LOL. Mine was bluee and having it supposedly enhances your creativity. Ha.
Slipped into the ocean of people on Swanston street. Stopped to watch street performers. A guy with a painted black&white face dancing with metal circles and a crystal ball. Some dude played a harmonica and guitar whilst tapping a beat with his feet/ beating a drum and cymbals. How does one have so much coordination?!
Belted out OHHH WE'RE HALFWAY THERE. WOAAAH OH LIVING ON A PRAYER with the crowd as a spread-out line of oddly dressed people carried boom boxes playing Bon Jovi.
Stepped into the theatre with a heartbeat thumping throughout the hall. (slightly nauseating actually)
Saw lights that coloured Flinders Street Station.
Met up with Vicky's friend's friends. A bunch of Melbourne Grammar School boys I think? I really do like meeting new people. Trying to suss out a stranger's stories and judge what their personality might be like. The guy I was talking to, Jimmy, did English Lit and Philosophy. He must be deep. BAHAH. Okay. Big assumption. But eh, he was friendly enough.
Night brings a different tinge to the air. It holds a certain excitement and mystery that I miss out on because the yawns and tired eyes call me to home and to bed. Dang.
Next time I shall last longer. Getting home at 2am ish is far too early. :P
Me.
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