Friday, 31 March 2017

Birthdays and Backyards

More photographic evidence of the birthday party last Friday! It was a blast, as I've mentioned, though terribly embarrassing because apparently I got super-smashed and interrogated my Antisocial Housemate Who's Moving Out for about an hour over why he was moving out; why he didn't like me; whether I caused him to move out, etc. And each time he tried to answer, apparently I didn't allow him to! LOL!! WTF, Nick? :P

The night ended with me hugging a puke bucket, unfortunately, but that's always proof that it was a good night, no? Hahaha! Well, the only way I knew what had happened was because there were messages and video evidence sent to me on my phone the next morning. And then I had to go out and face Antisocial Housemate himself! Argh!! Luckily a pre-emptive apology via Whatsapp softened the blow somewhat, and he said it was fine and that he had a good laugh and had fun. So.... yay? :P

Here are more pics from the party:

My besties! Bernie, Carol and Scott! YAY!

Birthday cake galore (pity I don't remember eating any of it!)
Well, in the aftermath of that incident Antisocial Housemate and I have spoken, like, about two words to each other in the past week. Honestly, I like the guy enough, but I really can't wait for him to move out... two weeks and counting, and it will be over!

When I look back on our uneasy dynamic, I think I've been waaaay too emotionally affected by this dude than I deserved to've been. Think about it: I moved in with the anticipation of making a new friend (he was the first housemate I met, so I thought we'd connect the most). Then it became: "Hmmm, we aren't talking, why is that?" So it became a matter of trying to find ways to bond with him. Then it became a worry that he didn't like me. Then it became a matter of mustering up the courage and sitting him down to chat with him about our dynamic. Then it became happiness because it seemed like things were getting better: he was opening up to me more, he came to the Fringe show, etc. Then it became disappointment when he announced he was moving out. Then it became paranoia and guilt that I was the one who made him move out. Then it became embarrassment because of the party. Now, I'm sad to say there's a pithy mix of indifference and resentment on my part, and I'm pretty much going to try to minimise our crossing of paths in the house as much as I can for the next fortnight. OMG. Someone should make me the subject of a new Inside Out movie, ARF. Grr.

What else has been happening? More #NewHousemateChronicles have been posted on FB, which I hope to continue to share on this blog soon. Rehearsals have kicked off for Home At Last: A Toy's Journey, a new Children's Theatre production by Jenny, overlapping with the upcoming University production of The Secret of the Snottygobbles, both of which I'll be doing music for. The muse has gradually come back to me, although not terribly strongly, but at least I'm starting to compose again, which is good. Fingers crossed I'll be fully inspired soon; these days a lot of things are dragging me down and demotivating me too easily, so I feel I need to build up my creative defences! Somehow.

What else? Um. That's about it. Been chilling in our backyard now that we've moved the grotty outside sofa into the shade. Trying to exercise more at the gym and taking walks, though I've been kinda tired on that front too, what's up with that? But I'll persevere. Here are some photos of me in recent days, doing what I do best: absolutely nothing. LOL. Till my next update... keep on truckin'!

View of the backyard.
Home office.
It's a hard life.
Ahhhhh... chillin'.
Walkin' through the park.

Wednesday, 29 March 2017

37 and It's All Downhill From Here...

Hey all! So my birthday came and went last Friday, and boy was it a doozy! I decided to throw a party in the backyard of the house here, and it ended up having a pretty good turnout with some rather fun shenanigans in tow. Check out the pics below for visual evidence. I'm going to blog more about it and other things in a bit (I'll come back, I promise!). Stay tuned!

Coloured up the back yard!
...And it wasn't the only thing to get coloured! More to come...!

Monday, 20 March 2017

Script Reads and Burritos!

Earlier tonight (Sunday), I was part of the first script read for a new children's theatre project, Home At Last: A Toy's Journey, written by Jenny and featuring some of the veterans of Children's Theatre (even though this isn't part of Murdoch Uni's CT series officially). Here are some pics of us today!

I see what you're doing there, Joel!

I've got a Jenny growing out the side of my head!
Last Sunday, my lovely friends Justin and Claire were sweet enough to invite me over to their place for a simple dinner of burritos followed by a card game (Munchkin, kinda like a card version of Dungeons & Dragons).  Lots of fun, and it helped bring me out of the funk I'd been in. Thanks, guys!

Sunday, 19 March 2017

NHC: Nick Heehee Choo! (Nah, it's New Housemate Chronicles)

Here are some of the entries in my #NewHousemateChronicles series, which I'm posting here since some of them tend to get lost on Facebook. I only hope my housemates don't actually come across this blog and read these, because... obviously... most of these are blocked from their view on FB, erk!! Fingers tightly crossed. Anyway, here they are, from the latest (posted today, Sunday), all the way to when I first returned to Perth two and a half weeks ago. So if you'd like to read them sequentially, start from the bottom ("start from the bottom"?? Hee hee!). Enjoy!

This was a popular one:

Stay tuned for more #NewHousemateChronicles to come!

Thursday, 9 March 2017

Home Sweet Homo

Hey everyone. Whew. I'm back. Can't believe it's March already... where has the time gone?? For that matter, where did my month in Malaysia go?? Ha! I guess time really does fly when you're recuperating! So yeah, obviously I'm now back in Perth; flew back in a week ago on March 1 and have been getting back into the swing of things, including getting re-settled back at uni as well as getting used to living with my housemates once again, LOL. It's been fine for the most part as two of them were away on holidays, leaving me alone with the Plant-Smoking Antisocial Housemate (PSAH for short). Good news: one night PSAH decided to share some of his plant, and thus we actually bonded, and now PSAH should technically be PSSAH: Plant-Smoking Semi Antisocial Housemate, as he's been opening up a lot lately and we're actually connecting quite comfortably. So yay for that!

On the down side, the dude I had the heart-to-heart chat with (see here) has decided to move out. Now, I know I'm being a little illogical, but it kinda bums me out as I sort of feel I must've contributed to that decision. I mean, think about it: the dude lives here for years; I  move in for three months or thereabouts; I have that heart-to-heart chat with him; and next thing I know he's decided to move out? Yikes. Sorry if I wrecked things, mate! No, I know it's ridiculous for me to blame myself, and I'm telling myself I can't blame myself for other people's decisions, but honestly the timing of it is just suspect. Still, as Terry said, back when I caught up with him back home: "So what?" As in, so what if he's moving out? So what if I played a part in it, or didn't? So what? Good point, Terry. So what?

So... I've been back a week and it's been kinda tumultuous, to be honest. I'm physically unwell; I suspect it's exhaustion due to the (hush hush) procedure I underwent about four weeks ago. Right now as I sit here I'm coughing with a sore throat, but hopefully I'm on the mend. Sadly, with the downward spiral in physical health also came a downward spiral in mental health, and I've been pretty bummed for the past few days, struggling to see things optimistically once again. Yesterday was particularly bad, which led to this fascinating little Facebook post:


Fortunately things are better today, but yeah, it's been rough. It hasn't helped that while I was back home post-procedure, I had to work on the music for an upcoming musical here in Perth which I'd committed to back in November. The problem was, I was so exhausted and unmotivated that I found it a challenge coming up with anything solid for the team. Cut to: February gone, and I'm back in Perth, and last week I still was struggling with it only to come up with bubkus, so I had to tell them that I had to pull out of the project, leaving them completely in the lurch as their show was/is due to go up in May. Not my finest hour, but... I think I had to prioritise myself in this scenario. And then I emailed two of the dudes involved to apologise and never got a reply, and I think, all in all, these many matters have contributed towards my emotional spiral.

It hasn't been all bad though. Last weekend Carol, Scotty and I headed to Applecross for dinner at Terazza followed by waffles and ice cream at Gelare. And then just last Tuesday we headed to Garden City to catch a movie, Hidden Figures, which, by the way, was really, really good. So yay to old, dependable, faithful friends! Huzzah!

Ah well, I'm going to leave this here for now... I don't think much else happened back home or in the past seven days that's more blog-worthy than what I've already written here, arf arf. If I remember anything I'll post about it... but for now, it's off to bed (read: television!) and try to chillax and get better, physically and emotionally. Take care all!

Tuesday, 7 March 2017


I haven't forgotten that this blog exists. To prove it, here are pics of my lovely Ashley and Kerbie from my recent visit back home. Aren't they cute?? Awwwww!!! More updates to come...