Paranoia is the way of the 22nd century.

today was a bizarre day.

this morning, i caught a bus to uni from the city...and it was a scary bus. the bus driver greeted me!

~Welcome! you're travelling with the State Transit!~

what?? bus drivers never greet you...they're always grumpy old men...i mean... most of them are. anyways, this particular driver was...unnerving. and the bus was empty except for another man...grubby looking, obese...and a friend of the driver...further back behind the bus, there sat another old grubby looking man.

seriously, my heart sank and i started thinking all these awful things that could happen to a female commuter on the bus. anyhow, it was just me, and the three men. made my way to the back and then suddenly the old man spoke to me.

i was stunned. not to be rude or anything... but my heart began pounding and i went .. 'oh shit'... and to make matters worse..his first question was,

~where are you going?~

what could i do? i answered him. i mean, he was an OLD GUY! i didn't want to be disrespectful... so we talked... and i found out he's this Italian man from Naples and he immigrated to Sydney in the '60s....he came by boat and it took him 1 month and on his way he passed Sri Lanka and Indonesia...and in Indonesia, he told me that there were these boys and men that would sit in little rafts beneath the ship when it was in dock and they would wait for them to throw down cigarrette butts..and occasionally, someone on board would fold up a piece of paper that LOOKED like a cigarette and throw it overboard and make the poor Indonesian dive after it... and earn himself a shake of the hand and the middle finger from the unlucky Indonesian.

no joke. he told me all this. and he's been to Malaysia, Kuala Lumpur and he thinks that the Twin Towers's really cool.

now isn't that bizarre? only in sydney can you find an old man who's willing to tell you a quarter of his life...it was...nice.

then when i was in uni... i met this guy, whom i met before on the very first day of uni...during the international student orientation...i think he's from Denmark or Sweden... or somewhere from there... anyways, yea, we met on that very first day then went our own way.... until today, the 2nd last day of the semester did we meet up again... isn't that... bizarre? i think it's really funny how life plays such little tricks like these on you. i mean, what's the odds of meeting someone on the very first day of uni...then meeting them again on the very last day? .... it felt... nice.

when i came home, my mom called and the first thing she asked was...

~how's your grades?~

how bizarre... she NEVER asks me how my grades were before...so yea, had to do some reassuring..

"yes mom, i've been studying mom, don't worry mom, your daughter has officially become a nerd mom...no sweat mom, everything's good mom"....

right after the phone call, my cousin decided that i needed a .... what would you call it? stimulation? anyways, she hid in the living room behind a huge tv, the lights were all off and the front door was opened... once i walked out from the kitchen, she jumped out... and i'm not ashamed to say that i screamed... YEA I SCREAMED! hahahahaha.. that episode successfully shortened my life by 7 years.... don't ask me why 7... i just like the number 7. yea... heck, i thought an intruder was in the house...

and i'm officially now a certified paranoid android.

yes, ever since coming here, i've been real paranoid... cos this wasn't the first time that may decided to give me little surprises... hahahahaha...

but i have to say it was a damn good trick.

tomorrow's the last day of the semester!! oooh.. i can't believe it.