2am

a few hours to my flight and im a bit worried. there were a series of severe weather warnings issued for sydney with thunderstorms and gushing winds up to 90km/ph. there's bound to be a delay =/

i dont know why, but this time round, i'm not the tiniest bit excited, nor am i anticipating the 2 week long trip. a few weeks ago i was pretty happy, but during the past week no so much. an unsettling feeling is planted inside of me, and i can't find any reason why it would be there. maybe it's homesickness..hmm i dunno. but i guess i'll find out.

i had to go to the post office today with the determination to finalise my passport application once and for all. the whole thing was a fricking dilemma. the appointment was set for 11am so i left work at 10:30, thinking id be there in 15 minutes which should give me a bit of time to fill in the blanks in the application form. upon arriving i was barracaded at the entrance by a long line of people waiting in the passport application/renewal line. 'that's ok' i thought as i struggled to make my way through the human fort to a bench. 'i'm good' i thought, 'yeahhhh..this is good, i'll get it done today without a problem'. i even smiled to myself. life was good, yeah =). i randomly turned to the last page - the guarantors page - and started scanning.
'surname, yep.. given names..yep, electoral details..check..'
then..

'shit'.

i cursed under my breath at 6 blank boxes next to "date of birth" staring back at me. the old chap filling in the postal code of his envelope frowned so i enviously gazed at the numbers in his boxes -_-.

oh yeah, i had switched phones with my mum because she was complaining she couldn't see the buttons. this one is a sony ericsson, small and black therefore pretty hard to spot amongst the other junk floating around. i rummaged through my bag to fetch my it only to find that it wasn't there.

shit. shit. shit.

the time was 10:47, i still had 13 minutes till deadline and figured it was enough time to make it to and back to work if i sped. luckilly for me, the car infront of me got caught speeding on grand prom (hahahaha) while i switched lanes and gunned it to the lights. on the way back i called faiza's landline and spoke to her mother. i must've been panicking because the poor woman didn't understand what i was talking about and thought i was telemarketer, attempting to hang up on me. after the harmless misunderstanding was resolved she told me faiza's birthday (9th august)and continued to engaged in a long conversation with me about uni, faiza and the holidays - up until i parked my car at the galleria. i quickly farewelled, secretly thanking her for not accusing me of forgetting her daughter's birthday and being a bad friend.

the line at the post office was much shorter now and there was nothing stopping me from entering. while waiting i flipped through the form and filled in my mother's citizenship details. chyeah, i spent an good hour this morning fishing around for my parent's citizenship certificates which caused me to be late for work. this time it was a different lady, not as cheerful and nice as the one i had yesterday. she lazilly scanned my form with a bored expression, like she didn't know all the trouble i went through to be standing right infront of her to check it. everything went by smoothly as i watched her mark off the boxes, indicating that the sections were completed fully and correctly. everything was just dandy until we came to the gurantor's page.

the signature wasn't the same as the one on the back of my photo. 'what do you mean it's not the same??' i asked her and she showed me. the problem was this:



i know it's a crappy picture but hey, i did it on paint and i probably got her signature wrong too. big deal, so con artistry and forgery are definately not my forte but whatever. so you see, the signature in black is the one on my application form, the red signature is the one behind my photo. and the problem? the black one is signed with the first and last name on two lines, the red one is signed all in one line.

i felt like the wind was knocked out of me. i had to take another photo in my work-drenched state and i probably looked even more like a dropkick than the previous photos. 'look' she said, 'get her to sign the new photo exactly like she signed on the form then come back tomorrow.' i gave her a deathly stare. then she added: 'don't worry about making an appointment, just come straight to me.' atleast she's considerate.

so yes, another trip to the postie again tomorrow. all this trouble i go through for it. it should be grateful - it better take me to lots of countries one day.



hmmm..i rant a lot don't i? rhetoric, don't answer. i hope you don't think i'm an angry person because i'm not. i like sunflowers for god's sake. umm..what else..oh! i received my (rather expected) offer for uwa today. so i guess that's bye bye to murdoch and murdoch people, and murdoch refectory, and murdoch lecture theatres, and south street and murdoch drive. and hello to mounts bay road, and city food, and ancient buildings, and highschool friends.

that is all for now, my bodypump class awaits. byee!

today was the fourth time i came to the post office in regards to applying for an adult passport. the first was to grab the form and take the photos, the second was to make an appointment, the third (yesterday) was declined because my photo didn't match up to the specs (a bit of my hair was chopped off -_-). i had taken them in one of them passport photo booths so you'd think they were accepted. reaking of pies and sausages, sweat and oil, i had to pose for another photo. first shot was off, did a second one - i looked daggy in both. i was also missing a document to prove my parent's citizenship at the time of my birth. they want me to find a passport/driver's licence issued nearly 20 years ago?

you've got to be kidding me. that's what i said to the nice lady at the post office today. we had a little rant and rave about how stupid and time-wasting the process was. the making of the appointment, the fishing out of documents issued decades before, the getting-the-photo right, the guarantors. and all this has to be done by 2pm since they don't accept passport applications after 2.30 pm. the post office lady commented on how it sometimes takes people 5 or 6 goes before the passport is finally sent to wherever it's supposed to go after which there is a 2 week downtown period for a card to be slipped into your letterbox then yet another trip to the postie to collect the piece of shit.

i learnt today that babies 6 months of age also had to take photos to accord to those fucking specs. they expect eyes opened, facing straight at the camera, no smiling, no teeth. WTF? they're BABIES - they sleep, they drool, laugh, cry, do funny things with their mouths - how are you supposed to keep a 6 month old baby still?

it was a long, hot, tiring, tedious, frustrating, long day. i let out my frustration infront of a little girl at work today (yes, i was cursing and grumbling to myself) and i feel absolutely horrible now. making a mental note to give her a free donut when she comes back. if she comes back, shit, she's probably not going to come back. ever.

see? this is what you did to me stupid passport application process. whoever invented it should go jump off a bridge. now.

well HAPPY NEW YEARS PPL for all those who read. im not gonna go on about new years resolution crap because i know i won't meet them. so it's better to not have any and avoid the guilt when i don't. haha

i know, i know i'm a week late but excuuuuse me, i'm sick :(
fever, headache, sore throat, blocked nose - the whole lot.
fricking hell, i was sick during summerdayze too which greatly diminished my enjoyment of the day.

so yes, summerdayze was awesome. everyone was killin' the vicks and when i asked for a sniff they would look at me weirdly, grab me by the arm, lean in, and whisper: how much did u take?
then it was my turn to look at them weirdly, raise a 'brow and ask: whaddayamean? i took a noon, afternoon, and a night tablet.
then their eyes would bulge like this o.0: phwooarr you took 3??
and thennnn i show them my stash in the wallet and it isn't only then that they go OHHHH...
codral night and day flu tablets.
i even call ecstasy pills tablets.
i'm such a noob when it comes to drugs.
-_- i was the only one who genuinely needed the sniffers anyway.

um..what else. im a bit lazy. and hungry. so i cbf saying much. this should do it. i should call this my lazy and hungry post.

no. my lazy, hungry and sick post.

nightie night <3