Coincidentality

The blog title basically describes what I am going to blog about.

Recently, everything just happens to be a coincidence, and it actually scares me a little now.

Firstly, a few days ago, twice in a row, I pulled out my phone, to check the time, and each time I looked at the time, an incoming call came in. The first one was from Jared and second was from Sean. Something similar happened with MSN. I opened a convo, and as soon as I double clicked, and got ready to type something, they type “hey”. What’s going on?

Secondly, yesterday, my friend called, while I was at orientation day in Parra. Hey meet up at Central?.. and I was like, nah, I’m at Parra. Probably be at Central in an hour. So they said they were going to be home in half an hour. So definitely, I wont be able to see them. Then when I did get to Redfern, and when the train came. I walked towards the door, and guess what. There they were. What the fuck, is all I had to say. I just happen to be at that exact carriage, at that exact door, at the exact right time.

Another scenario this week. Jared called me to go JBhifi, but I was at home, getting ready to get to work. So I said I couldn’t make it. Cool. So when I got to Wolli, changing trains for the airport, a train passes my train, going the opposite direction. Guess who I see, sitting near the window. I say. What the fuck? again. I would have thought he went home, or atleast stayed longer, but nooo, we happen to be at the exact stop, at the exact time. Scares me. Fate?

These coincidences really scare me, and I wonder if it means something. They don’t just happen.

Oh yea, we decided to go the Casino again last Wednesday. This is another one of those scary fate things. Frank, for about 2 hours, played blackjack. Okay, he won some money. Didn’t play on roulette or anything. But when we were walking towards the cashier, just about to leave the casino, he randomly took out 5 bux, and put it on #28 in roulette. That was the first game of roulette he played in the day. Out of all those fucking numbers, he puts 5 bux on 28. Guess what.., the ball lands on 28. He won 36 times his money, and walked off with 180 dollars, in that last 3 minutes before leaving. I mean, how fucking weird is that. Out of all those numbers, he put it on 28, and it really actually landed on 28. What the hell. It’s either fate or just some real good luck charm.

Anyway, out of this whole superstition/fate topic.

Uni is going to start next week. How horrible. The 6 weeks just flew by like that. I was worried about my marks all that time, but I acutally went alright. Credit average. Surprisingly, I got CREDIT for accounting. But when I calcualted my marks, I actually barely got 32/60. I guess my semester marks pulled me up, while the final dragged me down. Anyway, its actually kind of sad, that holidays are over, and uni is starting again. But then again, holidays can’t be forever, and uni is just a change in routine.

This semester is going to be a hectic one. The subjects I chose are pretty GG. In one of the released lecture slides, it claimed the Autumn 2009 session average was 14.7/60. That scared me. Business Law is the subject. Freaks me out seeing such thing.

Tutorials have been a bitch too. I raged so hard at it. I had my timetable set out a few days before hand, on excel, and had it drafted out on my diary. But when the day came, @ 11:30, 1:30 and 3:30 of the day, open for registration, one of them went through on time, and the other two, I was 35 seconds late, and at 1:31, my filled slots were full. I went fucking nuts. Instead of two days of uni, as originally planned, its now a randomly spread out timetable. With 4 hour breaks, and random days. I went absolutely crazy. Its so fucking stupid. It’s either my internet connection, or that just, the stupid uni system is rigged.

Anyway, since all of our Blacktown students are moving to Parramatta, me and my uni friend decided to pop down to Parra campus. Damn its good. The library and everything, is so high tech. Theres big sofas to study on, good cafateria, pool tables which are playable, alcohol bar, and omg, everything. Sooo good. The orientation was bullshit though. It was for first year students. Literally first time students, if thats the word. They were handing out diarys, how to register tutorials, giving out pens, and all that shit. We just joined the campus tour, and looked around. Did some textbook research and thats about it.

Transport is shit. Getting to uni is, two trains and a bus, or just three trains.

Oh well, it just looks like one hectic semester coming up. Sit tight :P.

My tax return came a few days ago. Fking happy. Going to blow some in the casino.

I’m going to buy a car soon too. I’ve been taking a massive amount of driving lessons recently, in desparate need of P’s. It would be so much easier, getting to university, going to work, getting to fucking anywhere I want. But, in totaly, I’ve done 6 hours, and my instructor booked my test, for 31st August. He is a really pushy instructor, but I like it. Second lesson in, I was on a highway, doing 70. I need to take 2 more lessons now, one for night time driving, and one for reverse parking. Then I’m set. Now its just practice and logbook writing ;), if you get what I mean.

I’ve spent the last few days looking at cars I want to buy. And stupidly enoguh, I want Mercs, BMW’s nd all that shit. Theres ones going for like 10K, but the milage, and brand is shit. And parts would cost a fortune, if anything did fuck up. So thats out of my range now. I realised cars will have to be something for the long term. Parts, registration, insurance, pinkslips, and all that shit. A good looking, sports car, or a good car, which the price is too good to be true, the car will cost more to fix, or in the long term, drain your money. So right now, I’m probably looking at an Audi A4, or even just a holden. My parents agreed to chip in wateva I chip in. So, that shall be alright for me. Can’t wait to fken drive……………

And…

Wow, another 1000 words down. I hope this is whats going to happen in this semesters assignments.

Goodbye.

Victor Xiong