Whole New World

Once upon a time, not so long ago that it's been forgotten, there lived a little girl. I suppose now it's obvious that that was me, and so here I am, and there you are, reading. =)







So I shall begin.







The beginning of my new world started at 7pm, on a wet afternoon in the town I was born in,(which strangely, I've never lived in.) Away from parents and siblings, PARTY TIME STARTS!!!





Not really though. I came back from 6 years over seas (I might mention those were from 12-18, highly developmental years) to a very strange country I was told was 'home.'





My goodness me but 'whities' are strange people. I mean, they say, do, act-out whatever enters their minds.





Scary people. And I'm supposed to feel 'at home.' GOOD GRIEF!!





I shall survive I suppose. After a rather horrid 2007, being told 2008 would be a 'bright new world' raised my hopes and expectations, especially on New Year's Eve as the family stood around the old table sipping whatever alcoholic beverage took to their fancy, crying as we sang Auld Lang Syne in rememberence of the two dear people that left unexpectedy, only separated by 20 days.



Then my uni application was NOT granted! Well...ok that's only half true. I just didn't get my first preference, which was to study Occupational Therapy at USC. However, with the most amazing family and friend support system backing me, I asked a second time, and after phone calls and faxes and lack of sleep, the uni accepted me. With *one* catch though. Qtac still had to agree. The 31st came and several theraputic movies (I love you Heath, wherever you are!!) and bowls of icecream later, I was ACCEPTED!





The beautiful thing about blogging is that one can ramble away, writing whatever one wants to, thinking that maybe, somewhere, there's someone will be interested enough in your life to read about you, but you never need to know that they skipped lines. It's not like those converstations where you start getting the 'I'm so bored and they're STILL TALKING' vibe...which makes you feel uncomfortable and start winding down and so in the end the story is so pathetic even to you that other than never telling it again, you want to die every time you remember it.





I don't really know what's going to happen this year. It will be interesting...that much is obvious, but how interesting is my question.





It's amazing how new experiences make us somehow re-live the old ones. Every time I move, I remember all the past moves. Some happier, some sadder, all somehow painful and connected in a never ending thread.

So, as my story unfolds, my blogspace shall fill, and perhaps somewhere someone will read what I say.

Thank you if you got this far, and see you next time.