Food turns bad. The food that I "koped" from flam, the loaves of bread, the cheese, which i kept back home, all turned bad. I didnt even realised that my bread was bad, only knew that it had a bad smell. Then I went to meet the block 48 germans and danish at rema 1000. Was eating the bread when anne said "john ur bread is bad, u shldnt eat it" the rest saw and knodded. Then, (which it seems that its now an "in" thing to say), anne burst out "oh no, its John, u shldnt tell him what not to do and what's dangerous. John would probably be thinking : this bread is bad. i cld die from eating it.. wow its dangerous.. so lets do it man"... I thought of it for a while. Well, it seems like a compliment for past week, this crazy adventurous guy. But then, let some sense get into me please, they are really worried about me too. So i dumped it into the bin and Anne shout "yes John, that's the right thing to do"..
Srsly, I never even saw this mould b4. Its green spots basically. 2 days later, I realised that all my bread was filled with green spots and the smell is bad. I thought the other loave is good, but its smells bad. Took it to farridus and she said "yep, its bad"... Oh geese, I feel so "sua ku". Talked to serene on msn and she said "even in sg, bread put in open for 5 days will cerkor" Gosh. Im so stupid and pampered in sg.
Food is ALWAYS the main problem here. FOOD is never a problem in sg.
Today, just now, I threw away like 10 cow cheese which i "kop" from flam hotel. Damn it, everything that I kop from the hotel has turned bad, except the apple juice.
Talked to my dad, and my dad was like "u need to freeze it son, put it into the freezer, yes, even vegetables!!" And damn it, my vege turned bad already la. Fuck la. Try to save money in the end spend more.
Its quite amazing how my parents, cousins and basically my whole family NEVER had any reaction when I told them that im wasting my money. They just laughed. I know they arnt that rich, I know they are not concern about money, IT REALLY REALLY FUCKING BEWILDERED ME... why the hell, are my family NEVER worried about money, when I think they are earning PEANUTS! I told me dad how I bursted a thousand bucks last year on diving which i cldnt go, on a product which suck and he was like "let it be a lesson".. nothing else. And that was 2/3 of this monthly pay. I fly to this country and that, and they just said nothing, ask me nothing about costs and expenditure and its BEWILDERING.
Nevertheless, food is always a concern here. It seems like everyone attends a party because of FREE FOOD. Whether u are german, danish, czech, singaporean, us, aussie, WHATEVER.

I hope.. my brown cheese which is almost 3 weeks old.. has not turned bad.. it smells a little funny, but nothings like the cow cheese. And salami, im gonna FREEZE you. I hate freezing my vegetables cos its so weird when it defroze.

Anyway, Anne fb-ed me last night (every decided to use fb here, even though they just started, because call/sms is sooo expensive)

Anne Meldau wrote at 21:24

Hey! I asked and the guy said that you could get your money back. There's been a similar case w/ a girl that broke her leg! You should just write an email to Ted and ask what to do! Hope you feel better!

I cldnt believe that there's someone as SUAY as me.

But then, now I think of it. God seems to give me a different perspective into my broken leg. Before this, I simply wanted to attend as much events as possible to make my money's and time worth here. Now that I broke my leg, I experience something that neither money nor time can buy/give you. Love. This whole experience of being cared for by the international students, makes me feel, easy, and more, at home. A lazy homely feeling.

Miraculously, I broke my leg on Sunday. Today's thursday and im walking on both feets. Well. Limping. And I got my refund for the ski course, which now I dont really care. I dont really care about the refund nor the ski course. Cos I had something more. Love. Besides, I didnt get my skis, (well meri said she cld borrow me hers, but i haven heard from her since. ok im suppose to contact her). Yea. I cld go skiiing another day, and learn it myself. Its not much of a problem I guess, just dont go so FAST idiot.

U know, its amazing how, in this place, people cant really understand one another, but they still love one another and try their best. I remember for the 1st day Peter Molnar called me and talked to me, I totally cant understand any shit english from his mouth. Neither can him understand me. At all, on the phone. Then we met, and talked. Then we went for a walk in Bergen and he shared with me his fav spot and precious memories, and I start to have no problem understanding his english and him, mine.
I really appreciate it when I see people, trying so hard to talk to me, even though its tiring and straining, but it speaks of effort and the heart. How matteo, who cant speak much english, velentina, and so on. It seems like I have problems with the Dutch, who thinks that their english is flawless.

When I move house, I want a party.
Anne, Anna, Peter, Chase, Lud, thomas, Nerea, Velentina, Carmen. I wished my new kitchen was big so I can fit more people into the party, but its way smaller than this one. But I guess it would be better to move. Since this place has become not that nice to live in, except for farridus, mayuko, and chris. I thought I could improve my japanese by talking to mayuko, but I hardly see her anyway. The germans are everywhere, so I can improve my german, wherever.

My cousin said to me " I dont know which one is worse. your current noisy neighbour, or ur future china neighbour." "Why?"
Him "China pple will break ur leg for a crumb"
Me: "Are they that poor?"
Him "no, some of them are well to do"
Me "so its just their poverty mindset"

Regardless, China people are better to live with than others. I dont really care if they bitch me or what. Haha. I mean. Dude. In Singapore, I see enough of PRCs. So its nothing new really.

DBS blocked my card for now. Cos they suspect Fraud. Darren mailed me the letter. Like wth, it says that there was a transaction done in Turkey, NSB stajson. Dad was like "son u went turkey ah, in a laughing manner ---> cant they ever get more serious over such stuff?". I was like " no dad. NSB is norwegian rail. it cldnt be from turkey"

Now, I need to find out when I need to inform my insurance of my plight.

I feel asleep and woke up to a skype call and a broken webcam. My slippers broke the 1st week, now webcam. Thank God there's musking tape. It does wonder. And I taped my slipper and webcam back.

And this injury to my leg, made me go to God so much more. I mean, I was in-line with him already. But I didnt talk to him that much, did not listen to sermons. I seeked His faith, not His being. I feels so good now, that I make God central of it all, again.