Halfway There eh...

So as exams end, we close half the chapter of our lives this year. As we await the coming of our results, I shall entertain you people for a minute or so.

I was having a little chat with my friends last night and we were discussing several interesting topics while downing rum and coke (sounds like we're having an intellectual discussion eh? Seriously we are. We're serious people on alcohol.) One of the things I remembered last night was how Adelaide seemed like a village compared to Melbourne. That's not true guys. I mean besides having more trees, less concrete, buildings as high as two-storeys and buses for public transport Adelaide is a full fledged city. We have 5 minute traffic jams here with cars moving as "slow" as 40 km/hr every afternoon. People disappear from the city after 5 pm and the night life seems well.....pretty much nearly nothing. But that aside, we have cool people here in Adelaide like nigga-like Aboriginals who dresses like 50 cents. For some reason, they always seemed stoned and very often found at the back of public buses. It's strange how they could afford to be stoned anywhere and at any time of the day. Apparently they receive pension from the government. Hmmm, I wonder where all the money went. Or they probably have their own version of weed obtained from exotic roots of ancient magical trees. That explains why they are always seen chewing stuff.

Stoned, no mistake about it...Think about the kid...

Talking about stoned Aboriginals, I was approached by one 2 days back. There I was eating my fried rice with 2 of my buddies when this random Aboriginal who reeked of alcohol appeared out of no where, begging us for money. We were all reluctant to give some since the money would be better off spent on daily necessities like condoms so my friend decided to offer her some food instead since we can't finish them anyway. That mother fucking daughter-of-a-bitch declined our act of kindness and still insisted on us giving her money instead. Man that's one spoilt beggar. I don't care how handsome you claimed I am I'm still not flattered to give you any cash. Come to think of it, have you people been approached by beggars before who has a fixed rate that you have to donate? Take for instance a cancer society or child care representative who says that you MUST donate at least 5 bucks (Usually done by selling random useless stuff). I always knew they are frauds. If they are really desperate for money, what's with the fixed rate? Think about it eh.

Besides talking about the city, I have an interesting Aboriginal Story to share with all of you. All of you know what's ULURU right?

Uluru

Apparently according to Aboriginals, that rock is poop left by the magical rainbow snake. I guess the magical rainbow snake was having some sort of constipation because that's one giant poop. I'm not making this up. Go search that story online if you don't believe me.

On a side note, apparently Adelaideans walk really slow. Don't blame it on us. Time seems to be on a stand still over here alright. I have to admit I'm walking a little slow too. Once in Melbourne, when I was about to board the train with Ken, Panda and Dandy when we all missed the train thanks to me. I was busy figuring out the ticket machine when the train was about to leave in 2 minutes. Ken was pretty pissed then haha. Sorry Ken, I'll buy you lunch when I see you again k. Seems like I'm infected with the Adelaide's Slow Paced Life disease.

There were a few more stuff discussed but they're pretty fuzzy in my head right now. I'll probably recall them later and post a follow up on this post if I feel like it. Until then, happy holidays.