well, i was informed today that mother's day ISN'T this sunday. it's the one after. phew. because if it was this sunday, i would be disowned by my mother for not giving her a present.
what has gone wrong with this world? all these dadada days have become so commercialised. i walked through the city and shops all around me were advertising gift's for mother's day. even the mother's have come to expect gifts. and i mean gifts, as in things you by from shops. the good old days of breakfast in bed has become a side to the main course of presents such as magazine subscriptions, personal fragrances, spa vouchers, and dare i say it. kitchen appliances. sure, these all have some meaning, like "now you can smell like you've just come out of a greenhouse filled with a mix of frankincense, lavender, myrrh, sandalwood and violet in a 1:3:5:2:2 ratio", but it is still a substitute, not supplementary, for a sentimental gift.
back to the chronology of my day. after wondering through the city for...well...half an hour, i decided that i wanted to go to lunch. however, i then realised that vincent was going to the same restaurant with his girl, and he didnt want me to go there. fuck him. so walked aimlessly for a little while, until i decided to go and find a new bar along lt. collins to dine in and sip on some cranberry juice. my journey down lt. collins st stopped when i saw violet and jessica sitting in a little bar. so i decided to join them.
amazingly, i have been very wrong these past few weeks. she didn't hate me at all. in fact, she was about to, because i hadn't talked to her at all in the past weeks. it was like one of those incidents where two people love each other, but are too scared to ask each other out. except we are friends, not lovers.
just as my lunch of risotto with prosciutto, pan-fried chicken and articoke came, they were obligated to leave, trying to keep to their strict working timetable. damn. but that didn't really matter. the phantom problems between me and jessica had been solved.
Thursday, April 28, 2005
Wednesday, April 27, 2005
chapter by chapter
i think i might actually start a new journal. i think that this new chapter in life is just too different to keep next my previous one. a revolutionary one. for the good and the bad.that brings the total number of journals this year to three. hmm....stores that sell journals...bookbinders designs? i dont think kikki k sells any...or at least any good ones. ahh...handworks. bingo.
in this diary
ionno. in comparison to everybody else's lives, mine seems to be going ok. thats if you analyse it instantaneously, rather than average it out over say....the past week.
work, which although hasnt reached its dynamic equilibrium (where the work i am putting in is equal to the marks i am getting out), it is progressing along rather well. i feel motivated, confident and smart.
friends: all is going well. even though i broke up with alex, we are still great friends. so much so, that i spent 2 hours of my sleeptime talking to her last night. i wonder if we will ever stop having things to talk about. i've also been talking heaps with violet and steph (thats a cue for all of you other guys and girls to start talking to me!) and iris. and school friend, which although have not progressed at the same rate, are still very much alive.
family: well, my sister just got a letter today saying that she got a half-scholarship to kilvington girls. yes, she is going to be one of them. mum and i have mended the small cracks from our small quarrel over my breakup with alex. dad and i are, as usual, joking around. and the goldfish are going rather well too. they havent gotten fatter i dont think.
life: i have become a slightly more introverted character these past few months. maybe because of my dependence on alex for most of the time. maybe because i have learnt to become less dependent on friends in general. maybe because i have made good company with tv shows and music. i dont know.
im simultaneously writing and typing in my journal and this blog respectively. i think this is the first day, since i started writing my journal, that i have written a log without stating a problem. its funny though. because i feel as tired as i do when i'm depressed. maybe i am depressed, but i just don't know it. maybe i just need sleep. i think that i shall settle for the latter.
work, which although hasnt reached its dynamic equilibrium (where the work i am putting in is equal to the marks i am getting out), it is progressing along rather well. i feel motivated, confident and smart.
friends: all is going well. even though i broke up with alex, we are still great friends. so much so, that i spent 2 hours of my sleeptime talking to her last night. i wonder if we will ever stop having things to talk about. i've also been talking heaps with violet and steph (thats a cue for all of you other guys and girls to start talking to me!) and iris. and school friend, which although have not progressed at the same rate, are still very much alive.
family: well, my sister just got a letter today saying that she got a half-scholarship to kilvington girls. yes, she is going to be one of them. mum and i have mended the small cracks from our small quarrel over my breakup with alex. dad and i are, as usual, joking around. and the goldfish are going rather well too. they havent gotten fatter i dont think.
life: i have become a slightly more introverted character these past few months. maybe because of my dependence on alex for most of the time. maybe because i have learnt to become less dependent on friends in general. maybe because i have made good company with tv shows and music. i dont know.
im simultaneously writing and typing in my journal and this blog respectively. i think this is the first day, since i started writing my journal, that i have written a log without stating a problem. its funny though. because i feel as tired as i do when i'm depressed. maybe i am depressed, but i just don't know it. maybe i just need sleep. i think that i shall settle for the latter.
iris
hmm...today has been rather boring...well, apart from the early morning. i spent much of my proposed sleeping time, being from 12-4, talking on the phone to iris, alex and steph...im like so screwed now....but yeah, the day, has been rather boring apart from that. flunked the physics sac, had lunch, "tried" to play pool....
now im about to go have dinner with iris in st. kilda. i don't know. she's just really cool. she likes alt music, friendly, talkative, compassionate, outgoing, smart. i just really like talking to her, its like, as my friend called it, "effortless conversation". we talk about everything. friends, our own issues, hypotheticals, news, music, fashion(!!!), life.hopefully its not because we have only just met each other. but at least there's a click. thats not going to go away. no, not a "click" click. a click. like the friendship click.
i don't know. i am rather sure that alex is fine with this. i assume that only guys have that jealousy problem. she says shes fine. violet says shes fine. sam says shes fine. but i just don't know. maybe im just being slightly clingy.
PS: Even though Iris can't see this (yet), i know that alex can. but what am i meant to do? do as i have done these these past few weeks and place censorship upon my own life when i am posting on my blog? no. from now on, im just going to say it as it is. total truth. and none of that omitting stuff either.
now im about to go have dinner with iris in st. kilda. i don't know. she's just really cool. she likes alt music, friendly, talkative, compassionate, outgoing, smart. i just really like talking to her, its like, as my friend called it, "effortless conversation". we talk about everything. friends, our own issues, hypotheticals, news, music, fashion(!!!), life.hopefully its not because we have only just met each other. but at least there's a click. thats not going to go away. no, not a "click" click. a click. like the friendship click.
i don't know. i am rather sure that alex is fine with this. i assume that only guys have that jealousy problem. she says shes fine. violet says shes fine. sam says shes fine. but i just don't know. maybe im just being slightly clingy.
PS: Even though Iris can't see this (yet), i know that alex can. but what am i meant to do? do as i have done these these past few weeks and place censorship upon my own life when i am posting on my blog? no. from now on, im just going to say it as it is. total truth. and none of that omitting stuff either.
Tuesday, April 26, 2005
random quiz...in colour!
Red: In the last 24 hours have you..
Cried? nope
Hugged someone? yes
Kissed someone? nope
Lied? most likely.
Snuck out of your house? no
Laughed really hard? yeah
Gotten sick? no
Hung out with a friend? yes
Got your feelings hurt? nah
Been lied to? yeah...damn vincent.
Orange: What Would You Do..
If you saw someone shoplift? unfortunately, unless it was stolen from a friend of mine, i would probably just watch them run (or walk) away.
If a loved one died? cry. deeply.
If a friend lied to you? well, depends. some people just lie heaps. and i don't freaking care anymore. but if its somebody that doesnt lie a lot and usually tells the truth, i get slightly aggitated.
If your GF // BF were cheating on you? get mad and bash my punching bag, with their face stuck onto it.
If something really embarrasing happened to you? laugh it off, trying to make it seem trivial.
If someone isulted you: either let it go, or insult them back
If you found out a teacher at your school was a drug dealer: tell friends and the principal.
If you found out someone in your family was stealing stuff from someone else in your family? tell mmy parents, unless it was my parents, where i would then yell at them for hours, trying to get through to their minds.
If you found out your Dad was on Viagra? i would be suprised, but then i'd let it go. it's his life.
If something really bad happened to sliced your finger off or something else? ??? scream and run around like a chicken with its head chopped off?
Yellow: Your Emotions..
Do you tend to cry a lot? nah
Are you really emotional? nah
Do you get really bad mood swings? sometimes
Do you tend to get annoyed easily? sometimes
What annoy's you the most? lots of things
Do your feelings get hurt easily? not really.
If another person said something mean about you, would it matter to you what they said? i'd get mad, but i would eventually get over it. or just hate him/her forever.
Does it bother you if people talk shit on you? yeah
Does food change how you feel? for about half an hour.
Have you ever cut // done drugs to feel better? no
Green: Your Apperance..
Are you tall or short? medium...179cm
What color hair do you have? black to dark brown
Do // have you died your hair? no
What color eyes do you have? dark brown
Do you have glasses // contacts? glasses
Do you want color contacts? yes....those transistion blue lenses or those sharigan ones...
Do you think your attractive? no
Do other people think your attractive? quite a few do
If your a girl do you wear make up? // If your a guy, does it bother you when girls pile on make up? not really.
What color looks best on you? blue
Blue: Your Social Life..
What group are you in at school? the smart, conservative, anime obsessed, depressed group
How did you get into that clique? umm...by befriending people in my class....
Is there a group you wish you were in? not really wish, because im already in it
Is there a clique your clique hates? ok, stop saying clique...but the hc ones...both of them hate the hc ones...
What do you normally do on the weekends? hang out with alex/violet/steph/vincent/samantha
What do you normally do on school nights? talk on msn!
Do you go on single dates // group dates? singles, but not anymore...
What would you do for a first date? lunch, either at a restaurant or party, and walk and talk...i hate the movie thing...
Do you go to parties? sometimes
What is your "Label"? i dont have a "label"
Purple: You Wish..
If you had three wish's what would they be? for unlimited wishes, for unlimited wishes for all my friends, and for world peace...no, this isn't a pageant competition
Why would they be your wishes? ionno...
If you could give your best friend anything, what would it be? everlasting happiness
Why would you give them that? because they deserve it
What is your "Dream House"? house on the beach, with a large library and office, with an infinity pool, large bedroom and wardrobe, situated over a cliff, with a cantilever balcony hanging over the cliff, overlooking the pacific ocean....
What is your "Dream Car"? dunno
What is your "Dream Life"? happiness
What charateristics would your Perfect GF\wife // BF\Husband have? honourable, humorous, outgoing, talkative, intelligent, and generally a great personality
What would they look like? brown hair...thats all i can think of.
Where would you live? in my dream house
Pink: Love
What characteristics do you look for in a GF // BF? a sense of humour and wit, as well as a great personality, and character.
Apperance wise, what are you attracted to? dark hair, eyes, nice smile, good figure, 1.639 nose to lips ratio.
How long was your longest relationship? 7 months
Who was it with? samantha
Why do you think it lasted that long? because of sex. (woah...i meant it only lasted 7 months because of that.
Why did you guys break up? as above.
Who was your favorite GF // BF? alex.
Why were they your favorite? ionno...can you really define it?
Whats the nicest thing the opposite sex has done // said to you? comfort me when im down
Who broke your heart? alex, when she refused to form a relationship after i refused one with her.
Cried? nope
Hugged someone? yes
Kissed someone? nope
Lied? most likely.
Snuck out of your house? no
Laughed really hard? yeah
Gotten sick? no
Hung out with a friend? yes
Got your feelings hurt? nah
Been lied to? yeah...damn vincent.
Orange: What Would You Do..
If you saw someone shoplift? unfortunately, unless it was stolen from a friend of mine, i would probably just watch them run (or walk) away.
If a loved one died? cry. deeply.
If a friend lied to you? well, depends. some people just lie heaps. and i don't freaking care anymore. but if its somebody that doesnt lie a lot and usually tells the truth, i get slightly aggitated.
If your GF // BF were cheating on you? get mad and bash my punching bag, with their face stuck onto it.
If something really embarrasing happened to you? laugh it off, trying to make it seem trivial.
If someone isulted you: either let it go, or insult them back
If you found out a teacher at your school was a drug dealer: tell friends and the principal.
If you found out someone in your family was stealing stuff from someone else in your family? tell mmy parents, unless it was my parents, where i would then yell at them for hours, trying to get through to their minds.
If you found out your Dad was on Viagra? i would be suprised, but then i'd let it go. it's his life.
If something really bad happened to sliced your finger off or something else? ??? scream and run around like a chicken with its head chopped off?
Yellow: Your Emotions..
Do you tend to cry a lot? nah
Are you really emotional? nah
Do you get really bad mood swings? sometimes
Do you tend to get annoyed easily? sometimes
What annoy's you the most? lots of things
Do your feelings get hurt easily? not really.
If another person said something mean about you, would it matter to you what they said? i'd get mad, but i would eventually get over it. or just hate him/her forever.
Does it bother you if people talk shit on you? yeah
Does food change how you feel? for about half an hour.
Have you ever cut // done drugs to feel better? no
Green: Your Apperance..
Are you tall or short? medium...179cm
What color hair do you have? black to dark brown
Do // have you died your hair? no
What color eyes do you have? dark brown
Do you have glasses // contacts? glasses
Do you want color contacts? yes....those transistion blue lenses or those sharigan ones...
Do you think your attractive? no
Do other people think your attractive? quite a few do
If your a girl do you wear make up? // If your a guy, does it bother you when girls pile on make up? not really.
What color looks best on you? blue
Blue: Your Social Life..
What group are you in at school? the smart, conservative, anime obsessed, depressed group
How did you get into that clique? umm...by befriending people in my class....
Is there a group you wish you were in? not really wish, because im already in it
Is there a clique your clique hates? ok, stop saying clique...but the hc ones...both of them hate the hc ones...
What do you normally do on the weekends? hang out with alex/violet/steph/vincent/samantha
What do you normally do on school nights? talk on msn!
Do you go on single dates // group dates? singles, but not anymore...
What would you do for a first date? lunch, either at a restaurant or party, and walk and talk...i hate the movie thing...
Do you go to parties? sometimes
What is your "Label"? i dont have a "label"
Purple: You Wish..
If you had three wish's what would they be? for unlimited wishes, for unlimited wishes for all my friends, and for world peace...no, this isn't a pageant competition
Why would they be your wishes? ionno...
If you could give your best friend anything, what would it be? everlasting happiness
Why would you give them that? because they deserve it
What is your "Dream House"? house on the beach, with a large library and office, with an infinity pool, large bedroom and wardrobe, situated over a cliff, with a cantilever balcony hanging over the cliff, overlooking the pacific ocean....
What is your "Dream Car"? dunno
What is your "Dream Life"? happiness
What charateristics would your Perfect GF\wife // BF\Husband have? honourable, humorous, outgoing, talkative, intelligent, and generally a great personality
What would they look like? brown hair...thats all i can think of.
Where would you live? in my dream house
Pink: Love
What characteristics do you look for in a GF // BF? a sense of humour and wit, as well as a great personality, and character.
Apperance wise, what are you attracted to? dark hair, eyes, nice smile, good figure, 1.639 nose to lips ratio.
How long was your longest relationship? 7 months
Who was it with? samantha
Why do you think it lasted that long? because of sex. (woah...i meant it only lasted 7 months because of that.
Why did you guys break up? as above.
Who was your favorite GF // BF? alex.
Why were they your favorite? ionno...can you really define it?
Whats the nicest thing the opposite sex has done // said to you? comfort me when im down
Who broke your heart? alex, when she refused to form a relationship after i refused one with her.
random quiz
Random bold if True survey
Bold all that apply to you
I hate the color pink
I spend too much money
I’ve been in a school play before
I can play an instrument
I’ve taken Italian in school
I can speak at least one other language pretty good
I took Spanish and can’t remember any of it
I play paintball
I have more than one video game system
I have a job working in fast food
The rain is a perfect description of my soul
I have a table in my room
I’d rather color with crayon than colored pencils
I write on my arms and hands
I have a garden
I’ve been in a fight before
The used first CD was better
I’m short, but that’s okay
The world should have just one language
Spider-man2 was awesome, better than the first
Spiders are creepy
I’m still waiting for certain cartoons to arrive on
DVD boxsets
Nickelodeon was better in the early 90’s
It’s sad to see what kids have to watch today.
I’ve dialed 911 before (well, 000)
I’ve saved someone’s life before
My first name is five letters long
My last name is seven letters long
I’m going to be in college for at least four years (college?, well, ill change this to university)
I’ve never had a Boyfriend/Girlfriend before
I know how to drive a motorcycle or four-wheeler
I’ve gotten lost in the woods before
I hate math with a passion
I still love reading children’s books
I have cried during a video game
Hot Topic is awesome
I am against online dating, it’s not real
I have no idea what my major will be
I love the song, “Time of your life/good riddance”
I’m going to Green Day’s concert in Chicago
I have more guy friends
I know someone who has more than eight brothers or
sisters
The walls in my house are a color other than white
I’m overly obsessed with another country, namely Japan
I STILL have Pokemon cards lying around
Save our planet, don’t vote for Bush
My school year has been very funny and very random
I don’t know what the principal’s office looks like
because I’ve never been there
I’d die for all my friends
My hair is long(...ish)
I have a broken appliance somewhere in my home
I still have my Barbies from when I was a kid (i know...shut up...)
I’m still friends with one of my childhood friends
I can draw pretty well (thanks to seth cohen's sketching tips...lol)
I attend church nearly every Sunday
I know someone with at least six siblings (isnt this almost the same thing as the bro/sis q before?)
I don’t collect Beanie Babies anymore, and never even
bothered
I wish I had a time machine
I’d rather criminals have a lifelong sentence than the
death penalty
I wish I could play guitar (good)
I’ve been struck by lightening before
I’ve been to Europe
I can name every president in order
I’ve never been stung by a bee before
I’ve laughed so hard this week my stomach hurt (lol...sally...bowling...)
A fire ant has bitten me
I have red/orange hair
I wear contacts
I’ve said a friends name before then added
Chan/kun/san on the end
I have dentures
I love children
I’ve broken a bone before
I’ve had homework over the summer before
I’ve read the hobbit and loved it more than LOTR
I know someone named Chad
I’m interested in stamp collecting
I love the idea of Onizuka and Urumi (GTO) getting
together!
I can’t draw non-anime people
I need to clean my room
I’ve been in a fire before
I’ve needed stitches before
I’ve been attacked by an animal before
I've watched Blue Clues before
I’m lazy
I’ve taken so many quizzes it’s all just a blur
Orange is an awesome color!
Bold all that apply to you
I hate the color pink
I spend too much money
I’ve been in a school play before
I can play an instrument
I’ve taken Italian in school
I can speak at least one other language pretty good
I took Spanish and can’t remember any of it
I play paintball
I have more than one video game system
I have a job working in fast food
The rain is a perfect description of my soul
I have a table in my room
I’d rather color with crayon than colored pencils
I write on my arms and hands
I have a garden
I’ve been in a fight before
The used first CD was better
I’m short, but that’s okay
The world should have just one language
Spider-man2 was awesome, better than the first
Spiders are creepy
I’m still waiting for certain cartoons to arrive on
DVD boxsets
Nickelodeon was better in the early 90’s
It’s sad to see what kids have to watch today.
I’ve dialed 911 before (well, 000)
I’ve saved someone’s life before
My first name is five letters long
My last name is seven letters long
I’m going to be in college for at least four years (college?, well, ill change this to university)
I’ve never had a Boyfriend/Girlfriend before
I know how to drive a motorcycle or four-wheeler
I’ve gotten lost in the woods before
I hate math with a passion
I still love reading children’s books
I have cried during a video game
Hot Topic is awesome
I am against online dating, it’s not real
I have no idea what my major will be
I love the song, “Time of your life/good riddance”
I’m going to Green Day’s concert in Chicago
I have more guy friends
I know someone who has more than eight brothers or
sisters
The walls in my house are a color other than white
I’m overly obsessed with another country, namely Japan
I STILL have Pokemon cards lying around
Save our planet, don’t vote for Bush
My school year has been very funny and very random
I don’t know what the principal’s office looks like
because I’ve never been there
I’d die for all my friends
My hair is long(...ish)
I have a broken appliance somewhere in my home
I still have my Barbies from when I was a kid (i know...shut up...)
I’m still friends with one of my childhood friends
I can draw pretty well (thanks to seth cohen's sketching tips...lol)
I attend church nearly every Sunday
I know someone with at least six siblings (isnt this almost the same thing as the bro/sis q before?)
I don’t collect Beanie Babies anymore, and never even
bothered
I wish I had a time machine
I’d rather criminals have a lifelong sentence than the
death penalty
I wish I could play guitar (good)
I’ve been struck by lightening before
I’ve been to Europe
I can name every president in order
I’ve never been stung by a bee before
I’ve laughed so hard this week my stomach hurt (lol...sally...bowling...)
A fire ant has bitten me
I have red/orange hair
I wear contacts
I’ve said a friends name before then added
Chan/kun/san on the end
I have dentures
I love children
I’ve broken a bone before
I’ve had homework over the summer before
I’ve read the hobbit and loved it more than LOTR
I know someone named Chad
I’m interested in stamp collecting
I love the idea of Onizuka and Urumi (GTO) getting
together!
I can’t draw non-anime people
I need to clean my room
I’ve been in a fire before
I’ve needed stitches before
I’ve been attacked by an animal before
I've watched Blue Clues before
I’m lazy
I’ve taken so many quizzes it’s all just a blur
Orange is an awesome color!
pseudo
well, my day has, overall, been so-so. i hate myself at the moment.
i think i like this girl. from the party. i mean, its just wrong. one, that this happened three days after i broke up with alex. two, that i like her after talking to her for two hours. i really hope that its just one of those pseudo "love at first sight" things, where you have a full impression of them simply by the things that you managed to see in them. like "she's outgoing, talkative, friendly, attractive...hey, she MUST be perfect." (btw, it was Iris.)
however, i became rather happy today when i got my english sac back. A. I was so suprised. I was expecting a B+ or a B. I haven't gotten an A (nor an A+) this whole year. And after my friend, whose english skills i believe to be impeccable, said that he got a low grade.
however, it was really like the proverbial KFC of the day. Or High GI food. I was on a high for like an hour, but after that, i fell back into my own little abyss of problems. However, i did realise one thing over this past week. Life isn't complicated. I just make it so.
PS: Why does everybody have a journal these days? it so not cool anymore (because its cool).
i think i like this girl. from the party. i mean, its just wrong. one, that this happened three days after i broke up with alex. two, that i like her after talking to her for two hours. i really hope that its just one of those pseudo "love at first sight" things, where you have a full impression of them simply by the things that you managed to see in them. like "she's outgoing, talkative, friendly, attractive...hey, she MUST be perfect." (btw, it was Iris.)
however, i became rather happy today when i got my english sac back. A. I was so suprised. I was expecting a B+ or a B. I haven't gotten an A (nor an A+) this whole year. And after my friend, whose english skills i believe to be impeccable, said that he got a low grade.
however, it was really like the proverbial KFC of the day. Or High GI food. I was on a high for like an hour, but after that, i fell back into my own little abyss of problems. However, i did realise one thing over this past week. Life isn't complicated. I just make it so.
PS: Why does everybody have a journal these days? it so not cool anymore (because its cool).
Monday, April 25, 2005
the party was great, although somewhat awkward at first. it was one of those parties where a small group and a big group (of friends that is) join into one (i was in the big one :D). but yeah...alex and i went together to the party...however, it wasn't as we had planned...steph actually thought we had miraculously gotten back together! lol!
lol...it was sooo funny...ok, it wasnt that funny, but still funny...
some guy, from the other group of course, was trying to pick up alex...well, i got very jealous...i know, ive broken up with alex already, but im sure the guys will get why...anyways, finally she signalled for me to save her...so i did
"hey alex, do you want to go outside?"
"yeah, sure" (she gave me a kiss on the cheek)
lol... the look on that guy's face...he was like...stunned...and embarassed...it was soo funny...
but yeah, the party was great. no drinking, just pure fun and talking and playing twister and monopoly and that game where you have the dice in a dome and you pop it...that was rather fun. gained new friends, improved friendships, permanently fixed things with alex. awesome.
and finally, alex commended my dress sense"
"wow. now if only you dressed like that when we were together, you might have gotten a reward."
lol...it was sooo funny...ok, it wasnt that funny, but still funny...
some guy, from the other group of course, was trying to pick up alex...well, i got very jealous...i know, ive broken up with alex already, but im sure the guys will get why...anyways, finally she signalled for me to save her...so i did
"hey alex, do you want to go outside?"
"yeah, sure" (she gave me a kiss on the cheek)
lol... the look on that guy's face...he was like...stunned...and embarassed...it was soo funny...
but yeah, the party was great. no drinking, just pure fun and talking and playing twister and monopoly and that game where you have the dice in a dome and you pop it...that was rather fun. gained new friends, improved friendships, permanently fixed things with alex. awesome.
and finally, alex commended my dress sense"
"wow. now if only you dressed like that when we were together, you might have gotten a reward."
hmm...its monday now...i guess blogger should load up a new blog window and archive all of the posts last week. a clean slate. a carte blanche. were i can let people's lives take control over my own. let their emotions affect mine. let the entire world make its mark. on me. i permit you to do so. let the reign run free.
PS: once again, i am in my psychological journal, sleep deprived delusional, late night to early morning transitional phase...
THAT SOUNDED SO COOL!
PS: once again, i am in my psychological journal, sleep deprived delusional, late night to early morning transitional phase...
THAT SOUNDED SO COOL!
Sunday, April 24, 2005
i should really host a party at my place. a few of my friends are bugging me about how they have never been to my house, even though ive been friends with them for over a year. but what i really want are the presents. ive wasted so much money on presents for party hosts. i want to hold more. i've only hosted one this year, but boy did that pay off. i must have gotten at least ten cds...that is like...$200? thank you very much.
me and alex are fine. we are on speaking terms. sure, we aren't as good friends as we were at the start of the year, but hopefully these wounds opened up by the breakup will heal to some extent. the gap in my heart is slowly healing up. we are actually going to the party together tomorrow. just to show you we are fine together. then again, we could be doing a princess di and prince charles thing. you'll just have to make that decision yourself.
me and alex are fine. we are on speaking terms. sure, we aren't as good friends as we were at the start of the year, but hopefully these wounds opened up by the breakup will heal to some extent. the gap in my heart is slowly healing up. we are actually going to the party together tomorrow. just to show you we are fine together. then again, we could be doing a princess di and prince charles thing. you'll just have to make that decision yourself.
Saturday, April 23, 2005
im hating myself. violet phoned me. she said that alex was crying. even though she knows that for the long term it will most likely be in the best interests for both of us, she misses the metaphysical connection. she feels lonely.
yet, i feel nothing. ok, i feel for the fact that she has lost me, but i dont have any ill effects myself from the breakup.
yet, i feel nothing. ok, i feel for the fact that she has lost me, but i dont have any ill effects myself from the breakup.
i can't believe it.i am not distressed at all by this break-up. i'm not grieving. i'm not depressed. ok, i am a little bit. but i feel so guilty. i can imagine her crying her eyes out right now. she was about to when i left. and i am sitting here, writing up my physics report, in parallel with laughing my head off at funniest home videos. im actually laughing. i hate myself.
yoz mahz azn niggahz ~lol! >< <--- -_-'
well, i decided to look through some random blob sites today, being totally bored out of my mind...and i found this site...
ASTARBOY-BLOG
i never knew that asian tb msn writing could go so far...i cant even read it properly...
ASTARBOY-BLOG
i never knew that asian tb msn writing could go so far...i cant even read it properly...
waiting game
after about 20 minutes of trying to compromise on a single solution, she broke. screaming to the top of her vocal capacity, she exclaimed, in a bitter tone, how she loathed my inability to properly come to grips with how she felt. although i wasn't yelling at her in retaliation, i felt it necessary to raise my voice and assert my stance on the problem. well, after about five minutes of alternating screams, i decided to cut the talk. i gave her the letter. she looked at it almost in disgust that i wasn't willing to try and talk through it with her. she must have wanted to tear it up, becuase she was gripping it until creases formed on the face of the envelope. but it certainly wasn't going to be solved by conversation and deliberation at that moment.
well, now the ball is in her court. she can opt to play it if she wants, but thats not my choice. its hers.now it's simply a waiting game. i'm lying on my bed pondering the effects of a zener diode on a load resistor, simply because worrying about this is futile. its all metaphysics from here.
well, now the ball is in her court. she can opt to play it if she wants, but thats not my choice. its hers.now it's simply a waiting game. i'm lying on my bed pondering the effects of a zener diode on a load resistor, simply because worrying about this is futile. its all metaphysics from here.
Friday, April 22, 2005
hmmm....i think that i should have gone to the dinner. that way, she would have had to acknowledge my presence, and talk to me. and i would also have had an actual dinner, rather than just the cream and cookies and "rhumba" chips in the venti rhumba from starbucks...for $6.95, i could have gotten a large big mac meal for a dollar less...and that still comes with a drink.
because i am your girlfriend now...
well, for basically the whole day, the only thing that was even close to interesting was the infamous dinner...more specifically, whether i should go to dinner. the whole debacle with alex made me somewhat (understatement of the history of the universe) hesitant about actually going. so, this evening, after my weekly dose of physics tutoring, i walked out of rmit, instantly going through the pros and cons and possible consequences of going. i then decided not to go. i, a person who voices his problems with an "aaaaiiiii.....", made vincent aware that something was wrong. where he then lectured me on about how alex didn't hate me. well, i got pissed off at him, for good reason, because he seriously didn't know what the heck i was going through...but then i thought about it, and i called violet. i asked her whether i was welcome to dinner if i came. welcome by alex that is. politely, saying "wait a moment" and covering the mouthpiece, i could imagine alex saying "yeah...its ok" and alex saying "no...i hate him"...
after about 30 seconds of "silence", she uncovered the mouthpiece, exclaiming, although in a somewhat resentful tone...she told me that i wasn't welcome...i was totally heartbroken.
then, on the lonely walk home, i received a phone call from alex...she had finished dinner, and was on the train with violet...and we talked about the numerous problems. we decided that it was simply too complicated an issue to be solved over a phone call, and we made arrangements to meet up tomorrow morning...however, the phone call ended with me asking:
"so how come, when me and sam were still and item, you fully understood where i was coming from, yet now, when this same predicament is presented before us, you can't relate to me?"
"because I AM your girlfriend now."
after about 30 seconds of "silence", she uncovered the mouthpiece, exclaiming, although in a somewhat resentful tone...she told me that i wasn't welcome...i was totally heartbroken.
then, on the lonely walk home, i received a phone call from alex...she had finished dinner, and was on the train with violet...and we talked about the numerous problems. we decided that it was simply too complicated an issue to be solved over a phone call, and we made arrangements to meet up tomorrow morning...however, the phone call ended with me asking:
"so how come, when me and sam were still and item, you fully understood where i was coming from, yet now, when this same predicament is presented before us, you can't relate to me?"
"because I AM your girlfriend now."
Thursday, April 21, 2005
pen and paper
hmm...i'm feeling rather weary today...not because of the manic depression that i have caused by the mediocre marks i gained in my specs sac, but because of this whole situation with alex. i spent much of last night pondering whether alex would break up with me.
this situation is much more complicated than i thought it was last night. i mean, not only will we be studying like hell to get the marks we want, but also because i will have to work immeasurably more than everyone else. i mean, the start to the year has not been great. i need to make up for it in the next sacs. and plus, because we are both working harder, we will probably have weeks where we don't even see each other once, because the other person is busy when one is free, and vice versa. hmm.
well, i decided to dabble in some retail therapy. for stationery. "it takes my pain away". i bought a half ream of double sided gloss paper for my cd covers, a 10 pk of mini cdrws, and, the best thing of all, japanese post it notes. yes. i found them. they are soooo cool. i mite have posted this already, but they are semi-transparent, to the same degree as that of tracing paper, and they have an adhesive on the other side, and you can write on them. the cool thing is, the whole backing has adhesive, not just a small tab on the side. actually,, the whole thing is cool. ive said cool so many times in this paragraph.
this situation is much more complicated than i thought it was last night. i mean, not only will we be studying like hell to get the marks we want, but also because i will have to work immeasurably more than everyone else. i mean, the start to the year has not been great. i need to make up for it in the next sacs. and plus, because we are both working harder, we will probably have weeks where we don't even see each other once, because the other person is busy when one is free, and vice versa. hmm.
well, i decided to dabble in some retail therapy. for stationery. "it takes my pain away". i bought a half ream of double sided gloss paper for my cd covers, a 10 pk of mini cdrws, and, the best thing of all, japanese post it notes. yes. i found them. they are soooo cool. i mite have posted this already, but they are semi-transparent, to the same degree as that of tracing paper, and they have an adhesive on the other side, and you can write on them. the cool thing is, the whole backing has adhesive, not just a small tab on the side. actually,, the whole thing is cool. ive said cool so many times in this paragraph.
Wednesday, April 20, 2005
alex sat next to me on the bed, as we watched the debacle of school dinners unfolded on channel ten.
we had just finished talking about the new pope, pope benedict (the something), and had now moved onto a homework. we were talking about how each of us would be rather busy with work and studying for mid years. well, here starts the body of this post:
ME:"well, i guess we are both going to have lots of work now"
alex: "yeah..."
me: "i guess that means we are going to have to spend less time together"
alex: "have to?"
m: "well, so that we have enough time to complete our work"
a: "ok..." (in a questioning tone)
m: "i mean, we will still be spending time together, like on weekends and stuff, but this sort of thing, going to each other's places, is probably going to have to be less frequent."
a:"ok...whatever you say..."
at that one moment, i knew that i had broken a fundamental commandment in the bible for relationships. never prioritise anything above your girlfriend. or at least don't let her now you have. so i guess i broke two commandments.
well, now, about five minutes later, after a heated quarrel with alex over the phone, she has become annoyed at me. i wish that i could just word my thoughts properly.
we had just finished talking about the new pope, pope benedict (the something), and had now moved onto a homework. we were talking about how each of us would be rather busy with work and studying for mid years. well, here starts the body of this post:
ME:"well, i guess we are both going to have lots of work now"
alex: "yeah..."
me: "i guess that means we are going to have to spend less time together"
alex: "have to?"
m: "well, so that we have enough time to complete our work"
a: "ok..." (in a questioning tone)
m: "i mean, we will still be spending time together, like on weekends and stuff, but this sort of thing, going to each other's places, is probably going to have to be less frequent."
a:"ok...whatever you say..."
at that one moment, i knew that i had broken a fundamental commandment in the bible for relationships. never prioritise anything above your girlfriend. or at least don't let her now you have. so i guess i broke two commandments.
well, now, about five minutes later, after a heated quarrel with alex over the phone, she has become annoyed at me. i wish that i could just word my thoughts properly.
Monday, April 18, 2005
metrosexuality (mk 2)
I have just turned my somewhat "interesting" day into one filled with great reward.i have just finished off a trio of tasks that i set myself about two hours ago.
i have uncovered a secret cache of three new hairstyles. it was a daunting task. i think i used up half my aerosol bottle of straightening spray. my head hurts now from all the hair pulling.
the hair is such an amazinng asset of the human body. ok, that could be reinterpreted into something sick, but i am talking about the hair on your head. on top of your skull! you can reform it into something different that could either make you look like a dickhead, or make you look stunningly hot. while i dont think i have gotten myself to the latter version yet, i certainly havent stooped to the former's levels. my hair is extremely hard to work. ive got a flat-ish look, and basically the only way to get it to look good is by chance. basically push it up, then pull it back down. if it doesnt work, repeat steps one and two until it does. i think i have to repeat about seven times. but at least now i know the orientation of the hair which looks cool.
ive also just cleaned my room. its like almost too clean now. sterile. don't you hate that feeling, when you've just cleaned up your room and its just too clean? like everything is parallel/perpendicular to the edge of the table, pencils arranged as though they were an ikebana arrangement, the clothes arranged in the wardrobe as though they were part of a clothes line in a retail clothing shop. its like a new t shirt that hasnt been worn in, or jeans. ok, i could have said shoes, but that only applies to business shoes. you girls cant relate to that.
and lastly, clothing combos. im sure that everybody does this. like, when you wake up in the morning (or afternoon) and realise that you have to be somewhere really quickly, you dont just chuck anything on and hope for the best that it works. you have a generic combination of clothing. like either a t-shirt and pair of pants, or a jumper, shirt and pants, etc. well, ive gotten into a groove wear my base t-shirt is ONE t-shirt. my lacoste polo. so now, after about half an hour's worth of deliberation with my sister (i think fashion sense is something that girls are born with), and i have written them down on a piece of paper. that way, people won't be like "hey, you wore that last week too!"
"yeah....i did didn't i......"
PS: as you can see, i have named this topic ".....mk 2"...thats because this has moved to a whole new level...not good...
i have uncovered a secret cache of three new hairstyles. it was a daunting task. i think i used up half my aerosol bottle of straightening spray. my head hurts now from all the hair pulling.
the hair is such an amazinng asset of the human body. ok, that could be reinterpreted into something sick, but i am talking about the hair on your head. on top of your skull! you can reform it into something different that could either make you look like a dickhead, or make you look stunningly hot. while i dont think i have gotten myself to the latter version yet, i certainly havent stooped to the former's levels. my hair is extremely hard to work. ive got a flat-ish look, and basically the only way to get it to look good is by chance. basically push it up, then pull it back down. if it doesnt work, repeat steps one and two until it does. i think i have to repeat about seven times. but at least now i know the orientation of the hair which looks cool.
ive also just cleaned my room. its like almost too clean now. sterile. don't you hate that feeling, when you've just cleaned up your room and its just too clean? like everything is parallel/perpendicular to the edge of the table, pencils arranged as though they were an ikebana arrangement, the clothes arranged in the wardrobe as though they were part of a clothes line in a retail clothing shop. its like a new t shirt that hasnt been worn in, or jeans. ok, i could have said shoes, but that only applies to business shoes. you girls cant relate to that.
and lastly, clothing combos. im sure that everybody does this. like, when you wake up in the morning (or afternoon) and realise that you have to be somewhere really quickly, you dont just chuck anything on and hope for the best that it works. you have a generic combination of clothing. like either a t-shirt and pair of pants, or a jumper, shirt and pants, etc. well, ive gotten into a groove wear my base t-shirt is ONE t-shirt. my lacoste polo. so now, after about half an hour's worth of deliberation with my sister (i think fashion sense is something that girls are born with), and i have written them down on a piece of paper. that way, people won't be like "hey, you wore that last week too!"
"yeah....i did didn't i......"
PS: as you can see, i have named this topic ".....mk 2"...thats because this has moved to a whole new level...not good...
Sunday, April 17, 2005
glam sham
dinner tonight was a gustatory sensation. made even better by the fact that i was accompanied by alex.
i recommend you all to go to the stokehouse on st.kilda beach. prices are slightly exorbitant, but the food is great.
although i might sound a bit arrogant in saying this, i am still going to say it. teenage relationships are generally established for all the wrong reasons, or without proper foundation. me and alex were sitting next to, although across a thoroughfare for waiters, another teenage couple. the girl, who was quite beautiful, was with another guy, who was as aesthetically amazing, was dressed in a manner which evoked a "genuinely good guy" aura. they came after us, and left before us. they certainly didn't enjoy their night out. or at least the guy didnt.
the guy initially started all conversation pieces. they talked for a little while, but when the guy had used up all his points, they sat there, comatose. the guy was showing signs of regret that he had gone out on this date. the girl tried to start up conversation, but talked about all the wrong things.friends.holidays.homework. it was certainly level one conversation, and even at that they werent getting off the ground.
not much went on, but both me and alex commented to ourselves about how stuck up and materialistic the girl was. she clearly in it for the trophy.
some girls are so fake these days. "as fake as the LV murasakis they carry".
i recommend you all to go to the stokehouse on st.kilda beach. prices are slightly exorbitant, but the food is great.
although i might sound a bit arrogant in saying this, i am still going to say it. teenage relationships are generally established for all the wrong reasons, or without proper foundation. me and alex were sitting next to, although across a thoroughfare for waiters, another teenage couple. the girl, who was quite beautiful, was with another guy, who was as aesthetically amazing, was dressed in a manner which evoked a "genuinely good guy" aura. they came after us, and left before us. they certainly didn't enjoy their night out. or at least the guy didnt.
the guy initially started all conversation pieces. they talked for a little while, but when the guy had used up all his points, they sat there, comatose. the guy was showing signs of regret that he had gone out on this date. the girl tried to start up conversation, but talked about all the wrong things.friends.holidays.homework. it was certainly level one conversation, and even at that they werent getting off the ground.
not much went on, but both me and alex commented to ourselves about how stuck up and materialistic the girl was. she clearly in it for the trophy.
some girls are so fake these days. "as fake as the LV murasakis they carry".
"the trainman cometh" (the matrix revolutions s.track)
i love the holidays. i'm going to miss them.
although i woke up at 7, my day really started at 8, when i got on the train...
i am totally stuck on this one song. "romance - noir I soundtrack". some of you should have it. listen to it. it is one of those songs that sends shivers up your spine. however, you need to conjure up the right image. french provincial setting. a labyrinth of alleyways. and a video clip of a guy chasing after a girl who he has suddenly realised he loves. the video clip in sepia tone.oooo baby. and you gotta love in ear headphones. you can actually listen to music on your ipod on one of those old trains while you are in the loop. it was an amazing experience.
i conjure up a funny idea today on the train, when a small incident eventuated on the train.
even with my in ear headphones, you can still hear loud noises. such as the doors between carriages crashing against the doorjam as they close. it's funny. why does everybody look at the guy who walks between carriages. i mean, its not that illegal. but everybody gives him (or her in some cases) the greasy for it. and everybody is like that as well. is it simple mental conditioning, by seeing others leer at the guy, and therefore, to be conformist, you feel that you should too? or is it something deeper?
i think its something deeper. i reckon that its an evolutionary disposition. like how monkeys are instinctively fearful of snakes even if they have never seen a snake before. but seriously, i would like to see the dna branch in my genome which says "guy walking between carriages = give him greasy."
well, at least i found that quite funny.
although i woke up at 7, my day really started at 8, when i got on the train...
i am totally stuck on this one song. "romance - noir I soundtrack". some of you should have it. listen to it. it is one of those songs that sends shivers up your spine. however, you need to conjure up the right image. french provincial setting. a labyrinth of alleyways. and a video clip of a guy chasing after a girl who he has suddenly realised he loves. the video clip in sepia tone.oooo baby. and you gotta love in ear headphones. you can actually listen to music on your ipod on one of those old trains while you are in the loop. it was an amazing experience.
i conjure up a funny idea today on the train, when a small incident eventuated on the train.
even with my in ear headphones, you can still hear loud noises. such as the doors between carriages crashing against the doorjam as they close. it's funny. why does everybody look at the guy who walks between carriages. i mean, its not that illegal. but everybody gives him (or her in some cases) the greasy for it. and everybody is like that as well. is it simple mental conditioning, by seeing others leer at the guy, and therefore, to be conformist, you feel that you should too? or is it something deeper?
i think its something deeper. i reckon that its an evolutionary disposition. like how monkeys are instinctively fearful of snakes even if they have never seen a snake before. but seriously, i would like to see the dna branch in my genome which says "guy walking between carriages = give him greasy."
well, at least i found that quite funny.
Saturday, April 16, 2005
alex came over before. pepped me up. then threw me on the ground and pounded me with my own pillow for screwing up the working out on her specialist question after she realised i did it wrong. such a great girlfriend she is.
well,it looks like these holidays have well and truly ended, as i am back vibrating at my usual frequency in terms of work. they were rather good, apart from the odd hiccup here and there. and in the bathroom. i wish i did a little bit more though. not alex, guys. i really should have gone to a couple more comedy shows. i really wanted to see ross noble.
ooooohh...well, it seems like ive gone out quite a lot actually, considering the number of new scratches that have surfaced on the screen of my mobile. AND MY IPOD. grrrr....damn those house keys... i always hear them clattering against my electricals while they are in my pockets yet i can never be bothered finding some ingenious way to solve the problem. maybe i should do a da vinci. think up something that no one has ever thought of before. think of something that can't even be invented and produced at the moment. think up something that will be made almost 500 years later.
song of yesterday: for the future - do as infinity.
hmm...looks like im only going to get 6 and a half hours of sleep tonight...oh well, i shall start jessica's letter...not much use sleeping anymore if i'm just going to be tired in the morning anyways.
well,it looks like these holidays have well and truly ended, as i am back vibrating at my usual frequency in terms of work. they were rather good, apart from the odd hiccup here and there. and in the bathroom. i wish i did a little bit more though. not alex, guys. i really should have gone to a couple more comedy shows. i really wanted to see ross noble.
ooooohh...well, it seems like ive gone out quite a lot actually, considering the number of new scratches that have surfaced on the screen of my mobile. AND MY IPOD. grrrr....damn those house keys... i always hear them clattering against my electricals while they are in my pockets yet i can never be bothered finding some ingenious way to solve the problem. maybe i should do a da vinci. think up something that no one has ever thought of before. think of something that can't even be invented and produced at the moment. think up something that will be made almost 500 years later.
song of yesterday: for the future - do as infinity.
hmm...looks like im only going to get 6 and a half hours of sleep tonight...oh well, i shall start jessica's letter...not much use sleeping anymore if i'm just going to be tired in the morning anyways.
bittersweet symphony
the novelty of writing in a blog is beginning to wear off. not saying that im going to stop posting, but just not every four or so hours.
i found out today that i actually have to hand in a draft of my physics sac. i'm so screwed. i can't get a 20 page thesis with chicago pin binding and textile-wrapped covers compiled in one day and 7 hours!
even thought my utilisation of the exclamation mark may indicate a sense of verve, i am probably closer to the tone in the song by THE VERVE, bittersweet symphony. im really regretting not having written that letter to jessica. im currently in that phase were you imagine them totally disowning you in an argument, a letter, through the phone. any scenario imaginable. progressing into my own signature phase of the face-to-face plea, or the "sitting on the front porch through the night".
ok, i'm going to get down to work. it's probably my only avenue to happiness at the moment.
i found out today that i actually have to hand in a draft of my physics sac. i'm so screwed. i can't get a 20 page thesis with chicago pin binding and textile-wrapped covers compiled in one day and 7 hours!
even thought my utilisation of the exclamation mark may indicate a sense of verve, i am probably closer to the tone in the song by THE VERVE, bittersweet symphony. im really regretting not having written that letter to jessica. im currently in that phase were you imagine them totally disowning you in an argument, a letter, through the phone. any scenario imaginable. progressing into my own signature phase of the face-to-face plea, or the "sitting on the front porch through the night".
ok, i'm going to get down to work. it's probably my only avenue to happiness at the moment.
wow...i've just found out something big...well at least to me...
we all know, well at least the people who watch the simpsons know, that many of the episodes will make some mock of a show through some cinematographical similarities.
i.e. the episode where the simpsons house is being fumigated, and the family has to stand outside the front of their house. they make a mock of the "king of the hill" opening credits with that scene.
well, ive just found another one. you all know the classic episode with the flaming moe...well you know that part after homer reveals that the secret ingredient is cough syrup...where they do like a flashback, sepia-tone, photographical memory....thing? that's a mock of the opening credits for "cheers".
we all know, well at least the people who watch the simpsons know, that many of the episodes will make some mock of a show through some cinematographical similarities.
i.e. the episode where the simpsons house is being fumigated, and the family has to stand outside the front of their house. they make a mock of the "king of the hill" opening credits with that scene.
well, ive just found another one. you all know the classic episode with the flaming moe...well you know that part after homer reveals that the secret ingredient is cough syrup...where they do like a flashback, sepia-tone, photographical memory....thing? that's a mock of the opening credits for "cheers".
blogger addict: me
well, its 12:43am on saturday and im lying on my bed, with this "new post" window open, trying to conjure up something interesting to write about. but i can't think of anything. i am simply posting for the sake of making something out of the last half an hour i have before i go to sleep. and i decide to post something. i am well and truly on the path of becoming an addict of blogging.
well, here's one small thing im thinking about now.
its saturday, meaning that there's three (including the one i will have in about half an hour after i get prepped up for sleep) more sleeps to go until skool starts. i will sleep past midnight tonight, and will do so again tomoro. so when sunday night comes, and i try to sleep early, i will be totally screwed, because i have acclimatised to the usual 12:00 time as my time to sleep. so i will be well and truly screwed monday morning.
well, thats what i was thinking. now im thinking about nothing other than going to bed. so i shall.
good night to you all, may you rest in peace.
well, here's one small thing im thinking about now.
its saturday, meaning that there's three (including the one i will have in about half an hour after i get prepped up for sleep) more sleeps to go until skool starts. i will sleep past midnight tonight, and will do so again tomoro. so when sunday night comes, and i try to sleep early, i will be totally screwed, because i have acclimatised to the usual 12:00 time as my time to sleep. so i will be well and truly screwed monday morning.
well, thats what i was thinking. now im thinking about nothing other than going to bed. so i shall.
good night to you all, may you rest in peace.
Friday, April 15, 2005
it's been a hard day's night...
hi to all.
just gotten back from a great nite out on the town with alex,sam,michael and jack. went to dinner down in some laneway near melbourne central, and went to watch chris addison. chronologically, in reverse order.
melbourne's night life is much better than i thought it was...even for an under 18 teenager like me. there's the great food, there's cinemas a plenty, and always the bar or two which don't care if youre under 18, so long as you look over just in case the inspectors come, even though i dont drink very often. i can only imagine what uni life would be like...actually, back to the drinking, i dont think ive drunk more than two glasses since that little incident at a party with alex...
well, it sounds like everybody elses friday night is just starting as mine is coming to a close...i can hear a lead-footed street racer screaming down the road.
PS: the email link is now in CAPS violet...happy?
just gotten back from a great nite out on the town with alex,sam,michael and jack. went to dinner down in some laneway near melbourne central, and went to watch chris addison. chronologically, in reverse order.
melbourne's night life is much better than i thought it was...even for an under 18 teenager like me. there's the great food, there's cinemas a plenty, and always the bar or two which don't care if youre under 18, so long as you look over just in case the inspectors come, even though i dont drink very often. i can only imagine what uni life would be like...actually, back to the drinking, i dont think ive drunk more than two glasses since that little incident at a party with alex...
well, it sounds like everybody elses friday night is just starting as mine is coming to a close...i can hear a lead-footed street racer screaming down the road.
PS: the email link is now in CAPS violet...happy?
pain
well, i hope you're all happy. i am in physical pain.
i was removing the bandaid covering the skin perforation caused by the flu injection. i tried the old method of pulling a bit off, then using the nail to scratch off the hair attached to the adhesive on the bandaid, then repeating steps 1 and 2. but it took too long, and as you all know, im very impatient. so i ripped it off. god fuckking shit dammit it hurt! i ripped off all the hairs stuck to the bandaid. and just to inform you, the shaving idea worked. i now have a substantial amount of bodily hair. substantial being that you can actually see it without having to stick your face so close to the skin that you can smell the soap off it.
pain. you guys have to get this song:
pain - jimmy eat world
(in the order title-artist if you didnt know)
i was removing the bandaid covering the skin perforation caused by the flu injection. i tried the old method of pulling a bit off, then using the nail to scratch off the hair attached to the adhesive on the bandaid, then repeating steps 1 and 2. but it took too long, and as you all know, im very impatient. so i ripped it off. god fuckking shit dammit it hurt! i ripped off all the hairs stuck to the bandaid. and just to inform you, the shaving idea worked. i now have a substantial amount of bodily hair. substantial being that you can actually see it without having to stick your face so close to the skin that you can smell the soap off it.
pain. you guys have to get this song:
pain - jimmy eat world
(in the order title-artist if you didnt know)
moral of the story: be conformist
hey to all... i think that's the first time i have actually greeted you blog readers.
holidays and homework. they go hand in hand after year 10. usually my holiday breaks are ORGANISED in this manner:
first week: try and do everything i want to do with friends.
second week: work like crazy
usually, it turns out like this:
first week: try and do everything i want to with friends.
first half of second week: do everything i couldn't do and stay at home and do nothing
second half of the week: bludge for the first few days, then stress like hell over homework.
basically, this is what everybody does.
this time, i decided to change how i approach the second week.
i went out for the first couple of days, and ive been doing homework for the past two days. after today, i'll be finished, and stressfree.
now i hoped to go out and do stuff with friends tomorrow and on sunday. but it seems that everybody is conforming to the method mentioned above (above above). so basically i cant do anything, because all you guys are busy with homework. great plan that was.
moral of the story: don't try and be different; conform to everybody else.
holidays and homework. they go hand in hand after year 10. usually my holiday breaks are ORGANISED in this manner:
first week: try and do everything i want to do with friends.
second week: work like crazy
usually, it turns out like this:
first week: try and do everything i want to with friends.
first half of second week: do everything i couldn't do and stay at home and do nothing
second half of the week: bludge for the first few days, then stress like hell over homework.
basically, this is what everybody does.
this time, i decided to change how i approach the second week.
i went out for the first couple of days, and ive been doing homework for the past two days. after today, i'll be finished, and stressfree.
now i hoped to go out and do stuff with friends tomorrow and on sunday. but it seems that everybody is conforming to the method mentioned above (above above). so basically i cant do anything, because all you guys are busy with homework. great plan that was.
moral of the story: don't try and be different; conform to everybody else.
Thursday, April 14, 2005
metrosexuality (1.1beta)
the doctor's was situated near the toorak-chapel intersection, so i decided, upon exiting the surgery, that i would administer some retail therapy upon myself.
i must have walked into ten shops on chapel st., not one store having a jumper which was within my price range (yes, I DO HAVE ONE) and/or looked good. good being neo-conservative.
i then decided to commute by train to the city, hoping that i would have a better chance in this fashion district. i must have walked through another ten stores, before finding a store (sportscraft) that i had shortlisted yesterday as possibly having good (once again, neo-conservative) jumpers.
the elusive jumper was not such anymore. and the medium was a perfect fit also.
hang on shoulders: perfect
chest size: perfect
jumper ride-up: minimal.
the last criterion is the most important when trying on jumpers. i'm sure that everybody must have experienced jumper-ride up after sitting down. some jumpers are good in this facet, and some perform dismally.
i layed out the jumper on the glass counter, twiddling with pollexes, waiting for the sales assistant to finish talking on the telephone.
she zapped the barcode with her gun.
"thats $79.95"
i was perplexed.
she, seeing the confused look on my face, told me it was on sale. wow. a great jumper AND on sale. could the day get any better?
it could. i stood there, talking to the check-out chick (who was certainly worth checking out) about melbourne and its lack of fashion stores which cater for the conservative class. what may have seemed like mere confabulation to the uneducated sticky beak, was an informed exchange of views between two people on international fashion.
ahh...a great day. and just a few minutes ago, alex invited me over to her place. wow. something needs to screw this day up. its too perfect. wait. i had an injection. great, its all smooth sailing from here.
i must have walked into ten shops on chapel st., not one store having a jumper which was within my price range (yes, I DO HAVE ONE) and/or looked good. good being neo-conservative.
i then decided to commute by train to the city, hoping that i would have a better chance in this fashion district. i must have walked through another ten stores, before finding a store (sportscraft) that i had shortlisted yesterday as possibly having good (once again, neo-conservative) jumpers.
the elusive jumper was not such anymore. and the medium was a perfect fit also.
hang on shoulders: perfect
chest size: perfect
jumper ride-up: minimal.
the last criterion is the most important when trying on jumpers. i'm sure that everybody must have experienced jumper-ride up after sitting down. some jumpers are good in this facet, and some perform dismally.
i layed out the jumper on the glass counter, twiddling with pollexes, waiting for the sales assistant to finish talking on the telephone.
she zapped the barcode with her gun.
"thats $79.95"
i was perplexed.
she, seeing the confused look on my face, told me it was on sale. wow. a great jumper AND on sale. could the day get any better?
it could. i stood there, talking to the check-out chick (who was certainly worth checking out) about melbourne and its lack of fashion stores which cater for the conservative class. what may have seemed like mere confabulation to the uneducated sticky beak, was an informed exchange of views between two people on international fashion.
ahh...a great day. and just a few minutes ago, alex invited me over to her place. wow. something needs to screw this day up. its too perfect. wait. i had an injection. great, its all smooth sailing from here.
squirt, squirt, jab
after this morning's last post, i went to the doctor's. i've gone in, told them im in for the 11:30 block with Dr. Kings.
"So you're the patient who needs the flu shot"
"Yeah..."
"Well, we don't have any"
(Pause)
"So you'll have to run down to the chemists and grab one"
So ive gone down, prescription in one hand, cell phone (mobile phone for the australians) in the other.
Walking back to the surgery from the pharmacy,decided to take a quick squizz inside the packaging. Upon opening, i couldn't really identify wat any of the paper packages contained, because the box was so full. So i pulled the contents out. The syringe was in a paper package with a clear window. Upon sight, my heart skipped a bit. I began gently hyperventilating, still doing so when i entered the surgery.
The extreme pain from the puncture radiated throughout my whole arm, increasing as the inoculation fluid was pumped into my blood system.The syringe must have had teeth like those on a plastic anchor for carpenter nails, cause when they pull it out, its worse than every other part of the actual injection procedure.
"So you're the patient who needs the flu shot"
"Yeah..."
"Well, we don't have any"
(Pause)
"So you'll have to run down to the chemists and grab one"
So ive gone down, prescription in one hand, cell phone (mobile phone for the australians) in the other.
Walking back to the surgery from the pharmacy,decided to take a quick squizz inside the packaging. Upon opening, i couldn't really identify wat any of the paper packages contained, because the box was so full. So i pulled the contents out. The syringe was in a paper package with a clear window. Upon sight, my heart skipped a bit. I began gently hyperventilating, still doing so when i entered the surgery.
The extreme pain from the puncture radiated throughout my whole arm, increasing as the inoculation fluid was pumped into my blood system.The syringe must have had teeth like those on a plastic anchor for carpenter nails, cause when they pull it out, its worse than every other part of the actual injection procedure.
thanksgiving day
i can't believe i forgot to say this before. thanks to all the people
who tried to make me feel better. you really didn't need to ALL do
that...i mean, i was over the whole "post-sleepover syndrome" this
morning...but yeah, thanks for the friendly support, special thanks to
violet for actually organising the huge spamming of my inbox.
"yaba daba doo! i like talking to you!" - stephanie.
im sleeping in the rain...
i've just woken up. not from sleep. but from the delirium that is the repercussion of sleep. ok, i guess i haven't.
In an hour and twenty minutes, i will be in the doctor's room of my family surgery, waiting nervously for dr. kings to jab into my upper arm a syringe filled with a vial of flu immunogen.
now, i think i need some help. you know when they ask "which hand do you write with?" are they trying to identify which arm has the most muscle? because, if that is the case, the doctor would be choosing the wrong arm. i am the one (or two) in a million who writes with one hand, yet uses his other hand for all activities which require a degree of physical exertion and strength. right and left respectively. so which should i choose? email me back quickly (email is in the links column on your right).
while writing the last paragraph i wandered through the Blogger dashboard, and after hopping in and out of a couple of pages, i came up to two insanely cool sites.
journal://hicksdesign - a blog site which is aesthetically fabulous ;
Webby Awards - site which itself classifies as being "the Oscars of the Internet".
hicksdesign has given me inspiration to make a new blog design, so bear with me guys (and girls) in advance, if this site ever goes crazy or simply doesn't load at all.
damn....writing a blog takes a while dont it? 20 mins...
In an hour and twenty minutes, i will be in the doctor's room of my family surgery, waiting nervously for dr. kings to jab into my upper arm a syringe filled with a vial of flu immunogen.
now, i think i need some help. you know when they ask "which hand do you write with?" are they trying to identify which arm has the most muscle? because, if that is the case, the doctor would be choosing the wrong arm. i am the one (or two) in a million who writes with one hand, yet uses his other hand for all activities which require a degree of physical exertion and strength. right and left respectively. so which should i choose? email me back quickly (email is in the links column on your right).
while writing the last paragraph i wandered through the Blogger dashboard, and after hopping in and out of a couple of pages, i came up to two insanely cool sites.
journal://hicksdesign - a blog site which is aesthetically fabulous ;
Webby Awards - site which itself classifies as being "the Oscars of the Internet".
hicksdesign has given me inspiration to make a new blog design, so bear with me guys (and girls) in advance, if this site ever goes crazy or simply doesn't load at all.
damn....writing a blog takes a while dont it? 20 mins...
Wednesday, April 13, 2005
and i have 1 dollar, one dollar i have, any higher bids...
after looking through some other people's blogger sites, i saw a link to a site called "human for sale". basically, through some crude method, it calculates your reserve price if you were to be bought. the questions are normal questions that you would probably be "asking" a person if you were on a date. the two tests are, on first glance, exactly the same expect for one question, the male version being in relation to our reproductive organ, or more specifically, the size of it; the female version being in relation to your breast size, also pertaining to size.
I am worth $2,465,084.00 on HumanForSale.com
you can also see, after you have done the test, how you compare with the day's most expensive men and women.
I am worth $2,465,084.00 on HumanForSale.com
you can also see, after you have done the test, how you compare with the day's most expensive men and women.
friends or lack thereof
when you are depressed and lonely, it is seemingly much easier to analysis life objectively.
i have realised that at this moment, i have very few friends that i can rely on for help. not just help with homework, but people i can converse with to solve my problems, get some pepping up, etc. seriously, to be blatantly honest, the only people that i can rely on for help right now are alex, violet and stephanie. i don't mean to make anybody to feel like they are a lesser friend or anything, or at least not intentionally. however, right now i really do feel lonely. not just because alex isn't here. but because nobody is here. for me.
i have realised that at this moment, i have very few friends that i can rely on for help. not just help with homework, but people i can converse with to solve my problems, get some pepping up, etc. seriously, to be blatantly honest, the only people that i can rely on for help right now are alex, violet and stephanie. i don't mean to make anybody to feel like they are a lesser friend or anything, or at least not intentionally. however, right now i really do feel lonely. not just because alex isn't here. but because nobody is here. for me.
me me me!
in response the enormous influx of people-who-don't-know-who-i-am-but-want-to, and friends who have said "what? you're crazy! i don't know you now"
i am going to complete a questionaire about me (dis is SOOOO azn TB of mehz~lol! ><)
i am going to complete a questionaire about me (dis is SOOOO azn TB of mehz~lol! ><)
1. first name: Lawrence
2. middle name: Have None
3. last name: Ng
4. nickname(s): Larry, Laws, Lozza...
5. gender: (Looks down into pants) male.
6. birthday: 13/08/1987 (DD/MM/YYYY)
7. height: 169cm or 5 foot 11 inches
8. hair color: black
9. eye color: dark dark dark brown
10. do you wear glasses or contacts: No, but i have them
11. do you have braces: No
12. is your hair long or short: short-medium
13. where were you born: Melbourne, Australia (but i was "made" in Sydney)
14. current location: Ormond, Melbourne, Australia
15. zodiac sign: Leo
16. how many languages do you know: I know of many, but i can speak english (can write) and cantonese (can't write) fluently.
17. what language do you want to learn: Japanese or Mandarin.
18. bad habits: biting my nails.
19. piercing you have: None
20. piercing you want: None
21. tattoos you have: None
23. today: Wednesday
24. today's date: 13th April 2005
25. the time: 5:22pm
26. ready for a bunch more questions: yes.
Family
27. mother's name: Lulu
28. father's name: Michael
29. brother's name: Don't have one
30. sister's name: Tara
31. favorite aunt: The one in America. i don't know her name.
32. favorite uncle: uncle no.8 in canada. yes you heard right. 8th.
33. favorite grandparent: all of them
36. worst relative: don't have a worst...
37. best relative: alda in new york! you're the coolest!
38. do you get along with your parents: well, but not stereotypically well.
39. does anyone in your family understand you?: They all understand me in normal circumstances, but when i'm depressed or screwed up or drunk, they probably don't.
Pets
40. do you have any pets: 3
41. what are their names: spotty, stripey and smiley.
42. what kind of animals are they: goldfish.
School
43. are you still in school: yep, and hating every minute of it.
44. did you drop out: no...
45. current gpa: i have one of those...
46. favorite grade: 10.
47. least favorite grade: 12.
48. favorite teacher: Ms. hailander back in year 8. she was pretty cool. and hot.
49. least favorite teacher: mr. huysing for physics this year...god, he seriously can't teach.
50. favorite subject: Chemistry
51. least favorite subject: French, which is why i don't do it anymore
52. do/did you buy lunch or bring it: i buy my lunch.
53. play any sports on the school's team: not at all.
54. do/did you do any extracurricular activities: (all dids) Air Force Cadets, Tennis, Football, Clarinet, calisthenics...yes, i did that when i was small...
55. are/was you popular: people say i am. i don't think so.
56. favorite dance: dance? what's dance?
57. favorite memory: standing up on a chair, pretending to cook like my dad, then sneezing and falling off...lol...
58. favorite memory you want to have: bit too personal a question that...
59. least favorite memory: making my grandma cry when i was small by yelling at her.
60. most humiliating moment: wait a couple of days, while i get confirmation that i can divulge such information.
Favourites
61. number: 21
62. letter: m
63. shoes: black leather knee-high boots. not the goth ones. ok, even though they aren't male shoes, they seriously are my favourite.
64. saying(s): Homer no function beer well without.
65. TV show: THE SIMPSONS!
66. sport: i can't believe im saying this, but i would really want to do gymnastics or calisthenics.
67. vegetable: broccoli, especially when it is complemented by a thick sauce.
68. fruit: Banana. Especially in milkshake form.
69. movie: Amelie
70. magazine: it would have to be gq. its just a great read when you feel like reading a mag. i know, im weird.
71. actor: Ben Stiller.
72. actress: i wouldn't be able to pick one
73. candy: Suga's strawberry and cream boiled lollies...mmm...
74. gum: hubba bubba gum, especially coca cola. grape is also good, but its too soft to blow bubbles with.
75. scent: my natural scent
76. candy bar: hershey's original chocolate bars
77. ice cream flavor: cookies and cream.
78. color: chocolate brown.
79. season: summer
80. holiday: summer holidays
81. band: do as infinnity, kent.
82. singer: van tomiko.
83. group: group? thats the same as band isn't it, seeing as all of the questions immmediately after/before are about music.
84. rapper: hate rap
85. type of music: indie/punk-rock, some pop, currently in a little phase of jap pop/rock
86. thing in your room: directional spotlight stand
87. place to be: new york times square
89. tv channel: ten
90. junk food: kfc. great "soul" food that is.
91. overall food: risotto
92. store: akira
93. hangout: basically any cafe on flinders lane or lt. collins.
94. fast food: kfc
95. restaurant: langtons
96. shape: ellipse
97. time of day: 1:32pm
98. country: japan
99. state: victoria
100. boys name: ethan
101. girls name: scarlet
102. mall: i hate malls.
103. video game: MGS 3!!!!!
104. shampoo: the peppermint american crew one @ the hairdressers.
105. board game: monopoly
106. computer game: hitman 2: silent assasin
107. car: don't really have a single favourite.
108. music video: i wouldn't have a clue. i haven't watched many music videos in the past year
109. swear word: fuck
110. word: megalomania
111. month: December
112. cartoon character: Goofy
113. scary movie: The Ring (japanese version)
114. team: Essendon
115. possession: my life
Whats the first thing that comes to mind when you hear:
116. eminem: white
117. dog: brown
118. hot: lukewarm
119. britney spears: blonde
120. nsync: bye bye bye video clip
121. real world: view of the earth from the moon
122. orange: chocolate
123. choice: hershey's chocolate bar
124. fuck: off
125. bisexual: alex (from OC, not my gf!)
126. black: leather...lol...
127. icq: flower
128. insane clown posse: cape
129. linkin park: sunglasses
130. jack: in a box
131. rainbow: red
133. cucumber: sea
134. shark: tale
135. lifehouse: band
136. bat: man
137. leather: whip
138. whip: leather
139. america: flag
140. water: Evian
141. volcano: magma
142. rock or rap: rock
143. rock or pop: rock
144. rock or r&b: rock
145. rock or metal: rock
146. rap or pop: pop
147. rap or r&b: neither
148. rap or metal: neither
149. pop or r&b:pop
150. pop or metal: pop
151. r&b or metal: neither
152. linkin park or limp bizkit: linkin park
153. tool or korn: never heard tool's music, so i can't judge
154. selena or jennifer lopez: don't know who selena is, once again, can't judge
155. hot or cold: hot
156. winter or summer: summer
157. spring or fall: fall
158. shakira or britney: britney
159. icp or eminem: enimem
160. marilyn manson or rob zombie: neither
161. kittie or garbage: garbage
162. mtv or vh1: mtv
163. buffy or angel: buffy
164. dawson's creek or gilmore girls: dawson's creek
165. football or basketball: football
166. summer olympics or winter olympics: winter
167. skiing or snowboarding: snowboarding
168. rollerblading or skateboarding: skateboarding
169. black or white: white
170. orange or red: red
171. yellow or green: green
172. purple or pink: pink
173. slipknot or mudvayne: neither
174. hot topic or pac sun: neither
175. inside or outside: outside
176. weed or alcohol: alcohol
177. cell phone or pager: cell phone
178. pen or pencil: pencil
179. powerpuff girls or charlie's angels: powerpuff girls
180. scooby doo or dino: dino
181. dragon ball z or pokemon: pokemon
182. star wars or star trek: stars wars
183. tattoos or piercings: neither
184. prep or punk: ???
185. slut or whore: not answering that one...
Private Life
186. do you have a boyfriend or girlfriend: girlfriend
187. do you have a crush: no, i have a gf
188. do you love anyone right now: yes
189. have you ever been in love: yes
190. how many people have you liked: quite a few...
191. who was your first crush: anita
192. how many hearts of have you broken: I think I have broken a few...
193. how many people broke your heart: A few have green fractured it before, but no one has broken it
194. best quote to sum up love: COMPLICATED!!!
195. so what is your bf/gf/crush like: wow...
196. do you have a picture of him/her: ill get one tomorrow
197. please post it if you do: i shall
198. do you have a picture of yourself: of course
199. please post it if you do: ill just use my picture of rock lee.
200. do you go by looks or personality: personality
201. ever kiss a friend: well, if you are technical, i would say i have kissed quite a few.
202. are you still friends: yes and no
203. so moving along..do you smoke: no and never will
204. do you smoke weed: no and never will
205. ever trip on acid: never
206. how about a little x: no thanks, i'll pass
207. crack, heroin, anything else: nothing
208. beer good or beer bad: beer good when life bad
209. are you the sissy who drinks wine coolers: no
210. do you like smirnoff ice: not the morning after
211. prefer beer or liquor: beer
212. what kind of cigarettes do you smoke: i dont smoke
213. have you ever drank Hpnotiq: ??? never even heard of it
214. if yes, when was the last time you got some:
Would you ever...
215. bungee jump: I mite in a few years or so
216. sky dive: as above
217. swim with dolphins: as above
218. scuba dive: as above
219. go rock climbing: i have
220. eat shit for $1,000,000: never
221. turn your back on your friends for personal gain: although i would want to, i think ive already done it
222. steal a friend's boyfriend/girlfriend: never
223. cross-dress: aha, i did that when i was two
224. lie to the police: i mite have under the influence...oooiiiccchhh...that was bad.
225. run from the police: no
226. lie to your parents: yes
227. walk up to a stranger and kiss them: no
228. be an exotic dancer: no way!
229. walk out of a restaurant without paying: no
230. streak: no
Your Friends
231. best friends: i'd rather not say, in the fear that i might miss somebody or make somebody feel bad
232. known longest: Alexandra or Samantha....i think they would be the same.
233. wish you talked to more: alexandra
234. wish you saw more: stephanie
235. how many friends do you think you have: quite a number
236. who drives you insane after a while: judd.
237. who can you stay around forever and never get sick of: alex and violet and vincent
238. ever lose a good friend because you took it to the 'next level': yup
239. craziest: judd or hiep (at times)
240. loudest: me
241. shyest: michael
242. best hair: Violet
243. can always make you laugh: Hiep
244. best eyes: Alex
243. best body: Alex...dont remind me guys...
246. most athletic: Samantha
247. sex symbol: woah...im not going to answer that one...
248. hot tempered: jack H
249. most impatient: me
250. shortest: julie
251. tallest: john
252. talented: in what aspect of life?
253. best singer: i wouldn't know...
254. skinniest: me
255. nicest: everybody!
256. best personality: alex
257. biggest drug user: i dont think any uses drugs...
Have you ever...
258. flashed someone: no
259. told a person how you felt bout them: many a time
260. been to michigan: no
262. gone to jail or juvi: no
263. skateboarded: yes...ive gotten back into it in the past weeks.
264. skinny dipped: yes.....
265. stolen anything: an unassembled toy from a broken kinder surprise in the floor of safeway...
266. wanted to kick my ass for making this so long: almost...
267. kicked someone's ass: figuratively? yes ; literally? yes
268. pegged someone in the head with a snowball: yes
269. broke a beer bottle: yes, but not the threaten somebody with
270. gotten into a bar, under-aged: yes
271. kissed someone of the same sex: no
273. gone on a road trip: yes
274. gone on vacation without adult supervision: yes
275. been to a concert: yes
276. been to another country: yes
277. talked back to an adult: yes
278. got pulled over: no...not yet
279. got in a car accident: yes
280. broke a law: i think i would have after 17 and a half years of living on this planet.
281. given money to a homeless person: yes
282. tried to kill yourself: no
283. cried to get out of trouble: yes, but only when i was small
284. kissed a friend's brother or sister: no
285. kissed a brother or sister's friend: no
286. dropped something on the floor that you were cooking and let someone eat it anyways?: no
Opinions
287. what do you think...about pop music: some of it is ok
288. about boy bands: some of them are good
289. about flag burning: crap
290. of the war on terrorists: good and bad
291. about suicide: its unfortunately justifiable
292. about people who try to force their opinions on you: crap
293. about abortion: bad
294. about rock/metal music: rock is ok - I hate metal
295. where do you think you'll be in 10 years: sitting at home eating dinner
296. who do you think you'll still be friends with in 5 years: hopefully all of them
What did you do...
297. last birthday: had a party
298. yesterday: went to vincent's place
299. last weekend: i dont remember
300. christmas: stayed at home with family
301. thanksgiving: don't have it in aus
302. new year's: sat in my backyard drinking with friends
303. halloween: didn't participate
304. easter: acted like it was a normal week
305. valentine's day: crushed alex's heart
The last...
306. thing you ate: mango ice cream pancakes
307. thing you drank: coke
308. thing you wore: well seeing as below it asks for what i'm wearing now, i last wore my "birthday suit"
309. place you went: www.google.com
310. thing you got pierced/tattooed: arm (with a temp apple tattoo)
311. person you saw: my sister
312. person you kissed: alex
313. person you fxcked: ok.......................sam
314. person you talked to: sister
315. song you heard: do as infinity - for the future
316. what are you eating: nothing
317. what are you drinking: coke
318. what are you wearing: beige pants, brown polo, clean white bonds daks and my glasses
319. any shoes on: no
320. hat: don't wear hats indoors
321. listening to: currrent affair
322. talking to anyone: alex
323. are you pissed i made this so long: now i am
Yes or No
324. are you a vegetarian: no
325. do you like cows: yes
326. are you a bxtch: no
327. are you artistic: i would like to think so
328. do you write poetry: no
329. are you a fast runner: 13.06s for 100m...you be the judge
330. can you ski: yes
331. are you british: no
332. do you want to spear britney: not really
333. do the voices talk to you: my inner voices do
334. did you ever give barbie a haircut: no
335. would you eat mac & cheese with hot dogs in it: no way
336. do you think disney creators were on acid when they made 'alice in wonderland': i dont think so
337. are you straight: yes
338. are you stupid, insane, and another physically handicapped: i dont think so.
339. are you nice: i would people would see me as being that
340. are you naughty: wink wink
341. are you short: no
342. are you tall: i dont think i am
343. do you own a hot pink shirt: do u mean "hot pink" or hot, pink? no and hope its hot respectively
344. how about orange pants: no
345. can you see the flying monkeys: no...
346. are you evil: no
347. did you ever know someone who had a mullet: yup. vincent
348. is britney a whore: i don't think so...
349. are you a teenage zombie: no
350. am i annoying you?: yes
351. do you like marilyn manson: no
352. are you secretly from another planet: no
353. did you ever touch someone else's private parts: wat?
354. what is the time now?: 6:38pm
355. this is over are you happy now hahah: very much so
join the dots
i think that i have told you all that i took a foto of a urinal while i was in canada, where the holes for the water (and urine) to drain are drilled in the shape of a...penis.
well, here is the proof of the pudding.
well, here is the proof of the pudding.
mac's power
eeek....she's gone...i'm so bored now...and lonely...and tired..ooohhhhhhhhhh.......
i thought that macs were meant to be good. after today, i'm not so sure.
firstly, in the weeeeee..........hours of the morning (you see, this is my example of "people who act happy but are actually sad inside) i tried to set up apple mail. its basically like outlook xpress for a mac. it took me about 3 hours. before i decided "fuck it, i'll stick with hotmail". took me three minutes + two minutes downloading the plugin file to get it working.
secondly, mac's signature web browser, safari, is crap. i realise why i can't add links, change the alignment, change color, etc.
it's because safari doesnt support rich text editing, which basically supports the stuff which i cant use. right now, i'm trying to download firefox so that i CAN use rich text editing, and do all that crazy cool stuff that everybody else is doing (if you're wondering, all i have on my bar is spell check and upload files).
if you havent noticed, ive disabled comments. it seems that a whole new forum is being made out of the comments folders. and anyways, i would rather people tell me personally of their disgust concerning my posts, rather than making everybody else conform to this hate.
well, im going to go get some shut eye. wait. THE NANNY IS ON!
PS: Did you realise the jungle theme of Apple? What with Panther, Jaguar, Safari, etc. actually, they are the only ones i know.
i thought that macs were meant to be good. after today, i'm not so sure.
firstly, in the weeeeee..........hours of the morning (you see, this is my example of "people who act happy but are actually sad inside) i tried to set up apple mail. its basically like outlook xpress for a mac. it took me about 3 hours. before i decided "fuck it, i'll stick with hotmail". took me three minutes + two minutes downloading the plugin file to get it working.
secondly, mac's signature web browser, safari, is crap. i realise why i can't add links, change the alignment, change color, etc.
it's because safari doesnt support rich text editing, which basically supports the stuff which i cant use. right now, i'm trying to download firefox so that i CAN use rich text editing, and do all that crazy cool stuff that everybody else is doing (if you're wondering, all i have on my bar is spell check and upload files).
if you havent noticed, ive disabled comments. it seems that a whole new forum is being made out of the comments folders. and anyways, i would rather people tell me personally of their disgust concerning my posts, rather than making everybody else conform to this hate.
well, im going to go get some shut eye. wait. THE NANNY IS ON!
PS: Did you realise the jungle theme of Apple? What with Panther, Jaguar, Safari, etc. actually, they are the only ones i know.
d day
i'm about to leave the warmth of my bed to eat breakfast with alex
before she goes home. but i'm not going to have time to sit on the
couch listening to the hum of the fridge, the 60 bpm ticking of the
clock or rhythmic rumbling of the bass coming from next door's sound
system as i contemplate the day without alex. i need to get down to
work.
Tuesday, April 12, 2005
metrosexuality
alex came home from her day out on the town, and saw me in what i was wearing today.
Basically, it was my red button-up shirt, dark denim shorts and my new royal shoes. and she is getting angry at my lack of good fashion sense. Maybe i haven't been watching OC enough. Well, after about an hour and a halfs worth of deliberation through verbal agreement (and disagreement) and playing dress ups, my fashion theme has been finalised.
NEO-CONSERVATIVE
Now, when alex said that, i was as much baffled about the definition of neo-conservatism as you are right now. basically, she believes that i should look dressed up to a certain extent. but in clothes which allow me to chuck them on in the two minutes that i have each day for changing clothes. basically, to be specific, polos, worn in jeans, beige pants, jumpers, etc.
fashion. it must be the most unpredictable thing in the world. actually, it might be the most predictable.
1960s fashion. with its worn jeanery and muscle tees and ultra-cool signature brown casual blazers. It's amazing how it came back to become the new black of the late 1990s. hmm...maybe i should save my clothes as hand me downs. that way, i wont have to fork out 200 bucks to my future son for him to get his "ultra-cool" ralph lauren polo top.
and what's with men's fashion these days? it is simply outrageous. you can get a pair of clean blue denim jeans for 80 bucks, but if you want them to chuck it in the mud, rip some holes, grate down the pockets and cuffs it will cost you another 200?
you pay more to look like you've paid less. unfortunately i am conceding to this new style of fashion; im salting my bag and leaving it outside for my mum to run over it with her car for a week, where the carport floor is gravel. maybe by then it will look like ive paid 30 for it. or 300.
Basically, it was my red button-up shirt, dark denim shorts and my new royal shoes. and she is getting angry at my lack of good fashion sense. Maybe i haven't been watching OC enough. Well, after about an hour and a halfs worth of deliberation through verbal agreement (and disagreement) and playing dress ups, my fashion theme has been finalised.
NEO-CONSERVATIVE
Now, when alex said that, i was as much baffled about the definition of neo-conservatism as you are right now. basically, she believes that i should look dressed up to a certain extent. but in clothes which allow me to chuck them on in the two minutes that i have each day for changing clothes. basically, to be specific, polos, worn in jeans, beige pants, jumpers, etc.
fashion. it must be the most unpredictable thing in the world. actually, it might be the most predictable.
1960s fashion. with its worn jeanery and muscle tees and ultra-cool signature brown casual blazers. It's amazing how it came back to become the new black of the late 1990s. hmm...maybe i should save my clothes as hand me downs. that way, i wont have to fork out 200 bucks to my future son for him to get his "ultra-cool" ralph lauren polo top.
and what's with men's fashion these days? it is simply outrageous. you can get a pair of clean blue denim jeans for 80 bucks, but if you want them to chuck it in the mud, rip some holes, grate down the pockets and cuffs it will cost you another 200?
you pay more to look like you've paid less. unfortunately i am conceding to this new style of fashion; im salting my bag and leaving it outside for my mum to run over it with her car for a week, where the carport floor is gravel. maybe by then it will look like ive paid 30 for it. or 300.
Snake Eater
After writing my blog this morning, alex woke up and gave me a kiss. She really is my Princess Leia. My physical relationship is entirely insignificant when you compare our metaphysical bond. i am going to suffer from what i call post-sleepover syndrome tomorrow.
after a standard breakfast of bacon and eggs complemented by glass of juice, alex opting for the classic orange julius, i for cranberry, we both set forth on our respective trips to our respective destinations. i alighted at spencer st. station, only to find out after a phone call to vincent, who if you don't know is a good friend of mine from melbourne high, that the sydenham-bound train runs through the loop in a CCW direction, never even bypassing spencer. i then took the next train to flinders, where i got off and then realised i missed my prescribed train by two minutes. it was only five minutes later, when the werribee-bound train reached the platform, that i conjure up a plan. i boarded the train, hoping to intercept my intended sydenham-bound train at north melbourne. once again, i missed it by two minutes, leave me to wait, listening to my ipod with "for the future-do as infinity" on "repeat one", for another 14 minutes. i reached ginifer station about half an hour later, waiting another 5 minutes for vincent's dad to come and drive me to his house.
The highlight of the day was "Metal Gear Solid 3: Snake Eater",a video game on PS2. And what a great game it is. I recommended it to everybody who owns a PS2, especially if you liked the #1 & #2.
It is more than an evolved child of the metal gear solid lineage; it is revolutionary. Firstly, the storyline behind the game is absolutely fabulous. It is basically a reinterpretation of real 1960s history. It is set not long after the Cuban Missile Crisis, when there is still diplomatic tension between the Soviet Union and the United States. Snake is once again the operative sent by Fox, assisting the US in helping a military weapons "R&D"er get out of the heat of the USSR, and away from the faction that has been sent to capture him for their own military purposes. I do not remember the exact sotrylineof the game, but i do remember the meticulous detail of the briefing.
Secondly, the prologue and opening credits.
Wow. Vincent played for two hours to finish one level, only to realise that it was the prologue to the actual game. Then came the opening credits. and god. It would have to be the best introduction to a game that i have ever seen. It was MGS's own interpretation of the opening credits shown in many a James Bond film, actually very much alike to the new style opening credits shown in Die Another Day, where you actually see Bond, or in this case, Snake, perform hand to hand combat moves on enemies, and snakes and guns in substitution of the girls in the 007 version. However, i must criticise it on the basis that they made it under too high a resolution, and too high a "frames per second" setting. It would be nice to have that onion skin effect, or to run it at a rather low res, like 15 fps, so as to get that cool natural onion skin effect resulting from the eye having to do the onion skinning of the frames. anime-esque. And overall, very bond-esque. in a good way.
after a standard breakfast of bacon and eggs complemented by glass of juice, alex opting for the classic orange julius, i for cranberry, we both set forth on our respective trips to our respective destinations. i alighted at spencer st. station, only to find out after a phone call to vincent, who if you don't know is a good friend of mine from melbourne high, that the sydenham-bound train runs through the loop in a CCW direction, never even bypassing spencer. i then took the next train to flinders, where i got off and then realised i missed my prescribed train by two minutes. it was only five minutes later, when the werribee-bound train reached the platform, that i conjure up a plan. i boarded the train, hoping to intercept my intended sydenham-bound train at north melbourne. once again, i missed it by two minutes, leave me to wait, listening to my ipod with "for the future-do as infinity" on "repeat one", for another 14 minutes. i reached ginifer station about half an hour later, waiting another 5 minutes for vincent's dad to come and drive me to his house.
The highlight of the day was "Metal Gear Solid 3: Snake Eater",a video game on PS2. And what a great game it is. I recommended it to everybody who owns a PS2, especially if you liked the #1 & #2.
It is more than an evolved child of the metal gear solid lineage; it is revolutionary. Firstly, the storyline behind the game is absolutely fabulous. It is basically a reinterpretation of real 1960s history. It is set not long after the Cuban Missile Crisis, when there is still diplomatic tension between the Soviet Union and the United States. Snake is once again the operative sent by Fox, assisting the US in helping a military weapons "R&D"er get out of the heat of the USSR, and away from the faction that has been sent to capture him for their own military purposes. I do not remember the exact sotrylineof the game, but i do remember the meticulous detail of the briefing.
Secondly, the prologue and opening credits.
Wow. Vincent played for two hours to finish one level, only to realise that it was the prologue to the actual game. Then came the opening credits. and god. It would have to be the best introduction to a game that i have ever seen. It was MGS's own interpretation of the opening credits shown in many a James Bond film, actually very much alike to the new style opening credits shown in Die Another Day, where you actually see Bond, or in this case, Snake, perform hand to hand combat moves on enemies, and snakes and guns in substitution of the girls in the 007 version. However, i must criticise it on the basis that they made it under too high a resolution, and too high a "frames per second" setting. It would be nice to have that onion skin effect, or to run it at a rather low res, like 15 fps, so as to get that cool natural onion skin effect resulting from the eye having to do the onion skinning of the frames. anime-esque. And overall, very bond-esque. in a good way.
marginal consciousness
good morning to all.
don't you just love those mornings where you just lie on your bed, trying to make definite the ambivalence of life by pondering and planning the future, in a state of marginal consciousness where all you mind really cares about is following that one dot that you can see, which nobody else can see, because you are the only one in the world with a small amorphous particle floating in your eye, cause by an imperfection in the aqueous humour, causing a change in the reflective index of the humour in the eye, and thus you seeing a dot in the air, which if you keep on trying to follow to the left, will keep on going left until it simply goes past your peripheral vision scope?
the idea of compiling a blog is much harder than i thought. Maybe its because I am presenting my point of view on life to the entire world. maybe, more specifically, i am presenting my point of view on life to the entire world, when i, currently still in my years of puberty, would like to think that i am conforming to the greater majority of the global population.
If you know me well, you would know that i shift from one topic to another in quite a sporadic fashion. I shall do this now.
I was thinking of using the word pubescent before. Except i just couldn't find a way to integrate it into my sentence. and secondly because it refers to the onset of puberty. i think i got pass that sub-phase a while ago. But back to the word pubescent. I ran this word through sherlock, a mac program which has a dictionary/thesaurus function integrated within its application architecture. It is not the definition of this word which got my attention, but rather the thesaurus entry accompanying it.
Main Entry: adolescent
Part of Speech: adjective
Definition: pre-adult
Synonyms: boyish, girlish, growing, immature, juvenile, pubescent, puerile, teen, teenage, young, youthful
Antonyms: adult, grown-up, infant, mature
The antonym of pubescent is mature. (ok, technically, i would get a whipping from my english teacher for that assumption)
but seriously, has the world come to disrespect teenagers so as to define the greater majority of them as being IMmature?
Or, in a sort of "equal and opposite pair, Newton's Third Law, action-reaction" way, have WE lost the respect of our elders?
I shall ponder upon these two philosophically challenging questions for the sidereal day.
(Sidereal day - basically how the day is really 4 mins shorter than our claimed 24 hours."Why didn't we just get it right the first time?")
don't you just love those mornings where you just lie on your bed, trying to make definite the ambivalence of life by pondering and planning the future, in a state of marginal consciousness where all you mind really cares about is following that one dot that you can see, which nobody else can see, because you are the only one in the world with a small amorphous particle floating in your eye, cause by an imperfection in the aqueous humour, causing a change in the reflective index of the humour in the eye, and thus you seeing a dot in the air, which if you keep on trying to follow to the left, will keep on going left until it simply goes past your peripheral vision scope?
the idea of compiling a blog is much harder than i thought. Maybe its because I am presenting my point of view on life to the entire world. maybe, more specifically, i am presenting my point of view on life to the entire world, when i, currently still in my years of puberty, would like to think that i am conforming to the greater majority of the global population.
If you know me well, you would know that i shift from one topic to another in quite a sporadic fashion. I shall do this now.
I was thinking of using the word pubescent before. Except i just couldn't find a way to integrate it into my sentence. and secondly because it refers to the onset of puberty. i think i got pass that sub-phase a while ago. But back to the word pubescent. I ran this word through sherlock, a mac program which has a dictionary/thesaurus function integrated within its application architecture. It is not the definition of this word which got my attention, but rather the thesaurus entry accompanying it.
Main Entry: adolescent
Part of Speech: adjective
Definition: pre-adult
Synonyms: boyish, girlish, growing, immature, juvenile, pubescent, puerile, teen, teenage, young, youthful
Antonyms: adult, grown-up, infant, mature
The antonym of pubescent is mature. (ok, technically, i would get a whipping from my english teacher for that assumption)
but seriously, has the world come to disrespect teenagers so as to define the greater majority of them as being IMmature?
Or, in a sort of "equal and opposite pair, Newton's Third Law, action-reaction" way, have WE lost the respect of our elders?
I shall ponder upon these two philosophically challenging questions for the sidereal day.
(Sidereal day - basically how the day is really 4 mins shorter than our claimed 24 hours."Why didn't we just get it right the first time?")
Monday, April 11, 2005
#1.1 - The birth of the blogging
I am on my bed, in the position of a woman about to push a baby out of her vagina, with the iBook placed on my lap, painfully waiting for somebody to receive my email, and visit my new blog.
i am wary of the negative effect that notebooks can have on sperm production. I found this site,
http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/6677040/ (sorry, but i still havent got this linking thing down pat)
and it says that even without the laptop turned on, the scrotal (sorry for the girls who are reading this) temperature rises 2.1 degrees just by balancing the laptop. With it turned on, there is an extra 0.7 degree increase in the scrotal temperature. They say that even a 1.8 degree increase in scrotal temperature can cause a significantly negative effect on sperm production.
crap. I've been using my notebook for the past three or so months for everything: work, play (even though macs aren't known for having good games) and general research.
I have just placed a large bed cushion between "myself" and my iBook.
Notice how i dont utilise my notebook for the purposes of downloading pornography.
I used to trifle weekly through the cache of such pictures back in year 9 and a bit into year 10. I apologise once again for talking about such material, and as a forewarning, i apologise if i what i say is disturbing or even traumatising. anyways, back to the porn. I used to dabble in such substance. One day, i decided that from that day forward, i would not look at porn ever again. or at least not intentionally. I suffered major withdrawal symptoms from my lack of...well...sexual relief. It took me a while to accomodate to the build up of testosterone in my body. I once again apologise to all of the people who i befriended in this phase of mine, and dont worry...i didn't start thinking about you gals in such a provocative manner.
To this date, i have not broken my promise.
i am wary of the negative effect that notebooks can have on sperm production. I found this site,
http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/6677040/ (sorry, but i still havent got this linking thing down pat)
and it says that even without the laptop turned on, the scrotal (sorry for the girls who are reading this) temperature rises 2.1 degrees just by balancing the laptop. With it turned on, there is an extra 0.7 degree increase in the scrotal temperature. They say that even a 1.8 degree increase in scrotal temperature can cause a significantly negative effect on sperm production.
crap. I've been using my notebook for the past three or so months for everything: work, play (even though macs aren't known for having good games) and general research.
I have just placed a large bed cushion between "myself" and my iBook.
Notice how i dont utilise my notebook for the purposes of downloading pornography.
I used to trifle weekly through the cache of such pictures back in year 9 and a bit into year 10. I apologise once again for talking about such material, and as a forewarning, i apologise if i what i say is disturbing or even traumatising. anyways, back to the porn. I used to dabble in such substance. One day, i decided that from that day forward, i would not look at porn ever again. or at least not intentionally. I suffered major withdrawal symptoms from my lack of...well...sexual relief. It took me a while to accomodate to the build up of testosterone in my body. I once again apologise to all of the people who i befriended in this phase of mine, and dont worry...i didn't start thinking about you gals in such a provocative manner.
To this date, i have not broken my promise.
#1
My first ever post. Must this be so difficult? I must have typed and deleted twenty times by now. It's like trying to write a resume of your life and give it to the rest of the world. Let's just say that at the moment, as it always was, life is as complicated as working out how to cook braised black truffle with foie gras without any cooking experience.
I am a 17 year old asian guy from Melbourne, Australia. I was born on the 13th of August 1987. Send me a little ccomment on my birthday if you remember. You probably wont. My parents always tell my new friends when they meet them that i was "made in sydney, born in melbourne". It embarasses me everytime they state this fact. I have one younger sister. The universal stereotype that sister's (or brother's) are annoying isn't really a stereotype to me. It's a proven fact. Thats my "wife and 2.2 kids" on personal details.
Not many guys write blogs do they? Pimps do, but they are an exception. They are simply egotistical bastards who thrive on sexual dominating of women and the satisfaction that comes from people thinking "wow...that guy is so lucky. he gets it every night from girls he don't even know well."
What i am saying is that the overwhelming majority of people who write blogs are girls. And the overwhelming majority of girls who write blogs are asian, but that doesnt matter. Maybe girls need to vent their problems to the rest of the world, hoping that somebody will come and comfort them in pity. At least thats partially my reason for creating this blog.
I wonder if everybody who has ever started a blog procrastinated so much on writing their opening post.
Dinner time. It shall be the impetus for the curtains to draw close on this premiere.
I am a 17 year old asian guy from Melbourne, Australia. I was born on the 13th of August 1987. Send me a little ccomment on my birthday if you remember. You probably wont. My parents always tell my new friends when they meet them that i was "made in sydney, born in melbourne". It embarasses me everytime they state this fact. I have one younger sister. The universal stereotype that sister's (or brother's) are annoying isn't really a stereotype to me. It's a proven fact. Thats my "wife and 2.2 kids" on personal details.
Not many guys write blogs do they? Pimps do, but they are an exception. They are simply egotistical bastards who thrive on sexual dominating of women and the satisfaction that comes from people thinking "wow...that guy is so lucky. he gets it every night from girls he don't even know well."
What i am saying is that the overwhelming majority of people who write blogs are girls. And the overwhelming majority of girls who write blogs are asian, but that doesnt matter. Maybe girls need to vent their problems to the rest of the world, hoping that somebody will come and comfort them in pity. At least thats partially my reason for creating this blog.
I wonder if everybody who has ever started a blog procrastinated so much on writing their opening post.
Dinner time. It shall be the impetus for the curtains to draw close on this premiere.
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