weird life of Melissa Tyndall

last night was the continuation of the IPC Student Festival from the previous night. went there at 8.30pm and left at 9.15pm. that's how shitty it was. like hello! we are college students now, not pre-school students. well yea, of course the dances and performances were good; even the singing. if u ask me to perform like anyone of them, i cant. they were unique. but there were just too much dancing and singing and performing. what surprised me was that 'orang Vietnam yang hodoh sangat' played the guitar so well.

not important.

let's move on.

i had this weird dream last night. it's not scary but actually my happiest dream since i got here. i was crossing the road from McD area to go into The Plaza. as usual, ppl here do not cross like Malaysians, we have to wait for the pedestrian light to turn green. across the road i spotted someone who means so much to me in my life. i saw my mummy at the other end. she was smiling so brightly. it was such a pleasant surprise for me. when i walked over to her, she took my hand and hugged me then the two of us walked to somewhere. and as usual, mum loves to hear our stories, so i was telling her stories abt everything. then she stopped walking, and guess what i saw??

hint: another thing that means a lot to me in my life

my 4wd. my darling baby Isuzu Trooper. Mum had gotten it shipped all the way to NZ specially for me. i was speechless. i quickly hopped into the driver's seat and drove my mum around town and took her shopping.

weird thing is, why didnt my dad appear in my dream?

anyway, here's another story.

every Sunday i wake up just in time for lunch (if i dont go to temple that is)

i didnt feel like going to temple today coz i have 2 presentations this week and i havent started any yet. typical me. i went to dining and realised i cant remember where i placed my student ID. there was this cute Maori guy behind the counter at the dining. for those of u back in Malaysia, u know how u see in movies students 'q' up to take their food from the counter thingy? it's like that over here. i went up to the guy coz I need to swipe my card before i'm allowed to take my food. the thing is, dia hanya ada sana setiap Sunday and saya prasan that dia selalu pandang saya. so I went up to the counter and told him "saya hilang ID saya" in english. and u know what he did? dia tengok belakang, ketua dining that tengok dia, then dia cakap tak apa. masuksaja tapi jangan bagi tau sesiapa dia kasi saya ambil makanan. i was so like omg really?

kalau boss dia tau, dia banyak masalah lo. saya blogging dalam bahasa melayu supaya budak IPC yang baca blog saya tak akan tau. kalau mereka tau, rumour sini spread macam wild fire then dia akan ada masalah dengan boss dia. so i need to protect him because dia tolong saya.

shit why is my malay like that?