counting sheeps

I'm going through my days mindlessly. Trying to push thoughts out most of the time. Filling up my days with nothingness which means so much. Having deep and meaningless conversations with the housemate into the wee hours of the morning. The sound of trams in the morning is our lullaby to sleep.

Talks of missing all those who have gone home is depressing and sad. Having to say goodbye for the next 4-5 months sucks so bad. I wanted to put a more intellectual word for that but decided that something like, "sucks so bad" seem to be more than sufficient.

Ashley for being the ultimate selfless sweetheart is she with all her cute stuff and all those hugs and kisses and being my boo-boo healer, Kurt for being all sweet with his part gift and all those late night smoking sessions and trivial information that never cease to amaze us, Treshan for always being there and keeping us entertained and being the nicest lil bro in CS, Nadia for imitations of people and closet geek confessions and being truly Malaysian by completing her assignment hours before its due, Sybille for being super sybille and all her lil gatherings and networking in CS, Cheryl for being the whacky person she is and all those hugs and poooo, Anand for never passing up a smoke when Tracy and I are craving for one and allowing us into his balcony, Catherine for being the best guard and taking us on rides in her car in the wee hours of the morning, Ben for showing up hours later and providing us with arguments on relationships and being the big protective dude we girls need.... omg! all CS people I tell you... they're killing me! And lastly, Tracy.. for keeping up the housemate code of honor (which says alot alot of things..), for late night smokes, for keeping me constantly entertained, for being the sweetheart she is, for being the best housemate a girl could EVER EVER have ... oh, and for washing the dishes! hehehe...

From the looks of my clothes in the cupboard and my usual messy desk doesn't seem like I'm going anywhere. But we all know that I'll be freezing my ass off in Dunedin in less than two weeks time.

Sabrina, who has never met me face-to-face bought me pillows and an electric blanket. Marie, who I've met a couple of times are planning to take me on a shopping spree. Emma, who I've never met but spoken to on countless occasions wants to take me out on one of their girly night outs. Eugene, my darling sweetheart, made a promise to make me feel as comfortable as he possible can during my transition period.

Oh man.. right now, at this moment in time, I think I'm the luckiest girl alive.