It’s been three consecutive weeks of three consecutive Christmas parties all of which included liver-spanking amounts of drinking and gluttonous eating. Also, lately I’ve embarked on what seemed like an endless and treacherous journey to find presents for various peers because someone had decided play this cute little game called Kris Kringle, sometimes interchangeable with another game called Secret Santa. Often these two games are debated because of a technical yet minor difference.
Anyways, most Santa’s kept their promises and everyone was happy.
So on Friday, Christmas eve, I get to work early to plough through my work as quick as I can, 4pm swings around and I find myself aimlessly walking around town in the rain without my phone. Suddenly I spot a public phone and called the only number I knew by heart. Mey.
“hey, where are you?”
“Lowenbrau”
“I’m there..”
I thought that my christmas period would have had ended anti-climatically, but a friend's birthday on xmas night complete with secret santa presents and 5kgs of cooked prawns eliminated the melancholy that had shrouded me on friday night.
The only downer was when my orc horde got irradicated by the good-doers in lord of the rings Risk.
The horde will return.
Sunday, December 26, 2004
Monday, December 06, 2004
i finished my first ever fantasy novel yesterday by author david gemmell, the ending was anti climatic, but all in all it was a fair initiation to the fantasy world.
i'm not an avid reader but when i do pick up a book it's usually one from the contemporary variety, but these past several days reading legend it felt refreshing like cool mountain air. perhaps it's been a welcomed change in my stale routine.
it's a phase, i know it, but the phase is still fresh so the second book has been decidedly picked up.
~
Sometimes when you think you have a problem you read about people who are less fortunate than yourself in this world. The relativity of it all reminds you of a different perspective you've forgotten to use and when used, it feels as though a load's been taken off your shoulders, less burdened, less "glass is half empty" when facing the hurdle ahead of you, which now, has been trivialised by that forgotten perspective.
i'm not an avid reader but when i do pick up a book it's usually one from the contemporary variety, but these past several days reading legend it felt refreshing like cool mountain air. perhaps it's been a welcomed change in my stale routine.
it's a phase, i know it, but the phase is still fresh so the second book has been decidedly picked up.
~
Sometimes when you think you have a problem you read about people who are less fortunate than yourself in this world. The relativity of it all reminds you of a different perspective you've forgotten to use and when used, it feels as though a load's been taken off your shoulders, less burdened, less "glass is half empty" when facing the hurdle ahead of you, which now, has been trivialised by that forgotten perspective.
Monday, November 15, 2004
sculpture by the sea
so on sunday afternoon i goto see these sculptures that are strategically placed along the bronte to bondi beach walk, creatively called "sculpture by the sea" - it's done and finished now so don't bother going to it, they're probably packing up shop and disassembling the sculptures as you read this.
a friend of ours, who had won a university medal in engineering showed us a shortcut to bronte, it turned out to be the LONGEST SHORTCUT ever, then i realised that he had some ladies in his car that he wanted to spend some quality time with - i couldn't argue or get angry with that, so good for him.
anyway, if you had walked from bronte to bondi without critically analysing each sculpture it would've taken roughly 25 minutes, we had arty farty people with us so we took 4 hours - one way.
you can purchase some of the sculptures as well, you have these black cardboard cutout dogs held up by a bit of glue and paddle pop sticks, eighteen hundred freaken bucks for EACH of these mutts. $1,800! not to mention the cardboard looked like them cheap arse cardboard boxes you pack stuff with when you move, you know, the ones that franklin gives away for free? just spraypainted black.
no offence though, alot of the sculptures were very creative, particularly that big bad ass elephant made from old TVs and a naked mannequin for its right arse cheek, but the dodgy cardboard cutout dogs were..... well..... very very dodgy.
several of the sculptures were so strategically placed that you could only enjoy its visual majesty from one angle cos if you wanted to see it from the other side you'd slip and fall off the cliff and die a miserable death.
i walked away that day unscathed except for a nasty tan line around my neck, toner legs and a small blister on my right pinky toe.
a friend of ours, who had won a university medal in engineering showed us a shortcut to bronte, it turned out to be the LONGEST SHORTCUT ever, then i realised that he had some ladies in his car that he wanted to spend some quality time with - i couldn't argue or get angry with that, so good for him.
anyway, if you had walked from bronte to bondi without critically analysing each sculpture it would've taken roughly 25 minutes, we had arty farty people with us so we took 4 hours - one way.
you can purchase some of the sculptures as well, you have these black cardboard cutout dogs held up by a bit of glue and paddle pop sticks, eighteen hundred freaken bucks for EACH of these mutts. $1,800! not to mention the cardboard looked like them cheap arse cardboard boxes you pack stuff with when you move, you know, the ones that franklin gives away for free? just spraypainted black.
no offence though, alot of the sculptures were very creative, particularly that big bad ass elephant made from old TVs and a naked mannequin for its right arse cheek, but the dodgy cardboard cutout dogs were..... well..... very very dodgy.
several of the sculptures were so strategically placed that you could only enjoy its visual majesty from one angle cos if you wanted to see it from the other side you'd slip and fall off the cliff and die a miserable death.
i walked away that day unscathed except for a nasty tan line around my neck, toner legs and a small blister on my right pinky toe.
Tuesday, November 09, 2004
random
sometimes i forget that life is too short, every birthday and every new years eve reminds me of this but as always it's quickly wiped from my short term memory.
while standing in front of my yearly planner at work trying to mark down what days i want to take off, i quickly glance down at the box that has a big fat "31" written on it against the row marked "December"
boy and girls, the new year is looming so start thinking of new resolutions for the two double OH 5 or strive to tackle those resolutions you set yourself eleven months ago before the year is out.
unless these resolutions are trivial and relatively easy to achieve, a staggering 87% of people don't follow through their new years resolution anyway so why do we bother?
mentality shift my dear friends, mentality shift.
save more, spend less, be more confident, be less vindictive, less procrastination, balls on more line, whatever. these are all there to trigger some sort of mentality shift and hence a permanent and positive change in our personality and behaviour.
just be yourself..
we are continually being influenced by our peers, by the media and even by the very food we eat, going by this, "yourself" is ever changing. the "you" that you are today won't be drastically different from tomorrow's "you" BUT it won't be exactly the same either.
we are constantly refining ourselves, throwing away the bad and keeping the good, how can i make a better thai red curry? how can i be less of a baboon? (not that there's anything seriously wrong with baboons in general)
everyone has their own permanent indiscretions (you are not perfect xtn) ergo, we pursue to better our attributes that we have some sort of control over.
this entry's gone all over the place making tangential lines across the twenty-something's psyche.
you see my friends, all i'm trying to promote is the grabbing of the proverbial bull by the horns that's been passed onto me by countless others and this requires a mentality shift.
he needs a tissue to wipe the shiat that's coming out of his mouth
to you sir/madam i say
screw you beaotch it's ma blog!
tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock, what cha waiting, what cha waiting, what cha waiting for?
[edit]
mark is not a beaotch.
while standing in front of my yearly planner at work trying to mark down what days i want to take off, i quickly glance down at the box that has a big fat "31" written on it against the row marked "December"
boy and girls, the new year is looming so start thinking of new resolutions for the two double OH 5 or strive to tackle those resolutions you set yourself eleven months ago before the year is out.
unless these resolutions are trivial and relatively easy to achieve, a staggering 87% of people don't follow through their new years resolution anyway so why do we bother?
mentality shift my dear friends, mentality shift.
save more, spend less, be more confident, be less vindictive, less procrastination, balls on more line, whatever. these are all there to trigger some sort of mentality shift and hence a permanent and positive change in our personality and behaviour.
just be yourself..
we are continually being influenced by our peers, by the media and even by the very food we eat, going by this, "yourself" is ever changing. the "you" that you are today won't be drastically different from tomorrow's "you" BUT it won't be exactly the same either.
we are constantly refining ourselves, throwing away the bad and keeping the good, how can i make a better thai red curry? how can i be less of a baboon? (not that there's anything seriously wrong with baboons in general)
everyone has their own permanent indiscretions (you are not perfect xtn) ergo, we pursue to better our attributes that we have some sort of control over.
this entry's gone all over the place making tangential lines across the twenty-something's psyche.
you see my friends, all i'm trying to promote is the grabbing of the proverbial bull by the horns that's been passed onto me by countless others and this requires a mentality shift.
he needs a tissue to wipe the shiat that's coming out of his mouth
to you sir/madam i say
screw you beaotch it's ma blog!
tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock, what cha waiting, what cha waiting, what cha waiting for?
[edit]
mark is not a beaotch.
Thursday, November 04, 2004
Friday, October 29, 2004
i have a secret to share with you all
jb would call it "sensationalising"
milli would say, "another blatant attempt at increasing readership"
now, i don't know if anyone's heard this quote before, it's a rule of thumb for me..... almost.
wait for it...
" don't worry, be happy.."
hope this helps y'all :)
jb would call it "sensationalising"
milli would say, "another blatant attempt at increasing readership"
now, i don't know if anyone's heard this quote before, it's a rule of thumb for me..... almost.
wait for it...
" don't worry, be happy.."
hope this helps y'all :)
Wednesday, October 13, 2004
no more fish breath.
but here's a picture i took of an insect on my windscreen.
the insect [original size]
but here's a picture i took of an insect on my windscreen.
the insect [original size]
fish breath
once there was a seal sitting on a rock near the water.
a fish swam up to the seal, pokes his head out of the water and says "hey you"
the seal looks around then replies to the fish, "who me?"
fish: yes you
seal: what can i do you for?
fish: well, you smell like me and my friends, can you do something about it please?
seal: why? what's wrong?
fish: you're giving us a bad name, it's hard enough for sea-people to tell us apart cos we all look the same, now YOU have to smell like us?
seal: i can't help it, i have to eat fish - 3 meals a day..
fish: that explains your fish breath you bastard, oh yeah one more thing, i don't care if you can juggle a beach ball on your nose and clap your flippers at the same time, let it be known that I don't respond to THREATS very well MR. I-EAT-3-FISHES-PER-DAY.
seal: meals..
fish: what?
seal: I have 3 meals of fish per day, not 3 fishes per day.
fish: whatever.
to be continued..
a fish swam up to the seal, pokes his head out of the water and says "hey you"
the seal looks around then replies to the fish, "who me?"
fish: yes you
seal: what can i do you for?
fish: well, you smell like me and my friends, can you do something about it please?
seal: why? what's wrong?
fish: you're giving us a bad name, it's hard enough for sea-people to tell us apart cos we all look the same, now YOU have to smell like us?
seal: i can't help it, i have to eat fish - 3 meals a day..
fish: that explains your fish breath you bastard, oh yeah one more thing, i don't care if you can juggle a beach ball on your nose and clap your flippers at the same time, let it be known that I don't respond to THREATS very well MR. I-EAT-3-FISHES-PER-DAY.
seal: meals..
fish: what?
seal: I have 3 meals of fish per day, not 3 fishes per day.
fish: whatever.
to be continued..
Sunday, October 10, 2004
the wedding
these pictures are best viewed after reading xtn's post.
that pig
*sucking air gesture*
that pig messed with the wrong people
the ladies *more sucking air gesture*
uhh... confetti canon, very very cool.
that pig
*sucking air gesture*
that pig messed with the wrong people
the ladies *more sucking air gesture*
uhh... confetti canon, very very cool.
Sunday, September 26, 2004
budget
i feel like crap this morning. absolutely and incomprehensibly knackered.
and my wallet, it's feeling the drain as well.
now, let's talk about uhh budgeting for a second shall we?
yes, let's.
so last week,
i bought this,
and one of these.
they were planned investments but none of which were properly budgeted for. believe me when i say ebay makes it too easy. a click and a tap and it's all sorted. for more reasons why ebay is evil, please talk to our resident ebay hoe - hi riss! :) side question: has anybody tried haggling on ebay for those non-auctioned items?
but my wallet really felt the sting when i over indulged on lots of this stuff enjoyed at places such as this, this and this.
now, either i develop more self-control on friday nights or find other avenues where money could be saved to compensate for the former.
at the moment, i quite like my friday nights, and as opposed to being a problem, it's just something i need to...
tweak
sooo in the interest of maintaining the loss of self-control here's a list of some 'food-money' saving techniques that i've prepared earlier:
1. bring-food-from-home technique (thanks mum)
2. the stir through pasta sauce technique (thanks xtn)
3. the whole bbq chicken technique (thanks jb)
4. eat-other-peoples-food-at-lunch technique (thanks myle)
5. eat-other-peoples-food-at-dinner technique (thanks again myle)
if you need clarification on what these techniques entail, please see me. thanks.
and my wallet, it's feeling the drain as well.
now, let's talk about uhh budgeting for a second shall we?
yes, let's.
so last week,
i bought this,
and one of these.
they were planned investments but none of which were properly budgeted for. believe me when i say ebay makes it too easy. a click and a tap and it's all sorted. for more reasons why ebay is evil, please talk to our resident ebay hoe - hi riss! :) side question: has anybody tried haggling on ebay for those non-auctioned items?
but my wallet really felt the sting when i over indulged on lots of this stuff enjoyed at places such as this, this and this.
now, either i develop more self-control on friday nights or find other avenues where money could be saved to compensate for the former.
at the moment, i quite like my friday nights, and as opposed to being a problem, it's just something i need to...
tweak
sooo in the interest of maintaining the loss of self-control here's a list of some 'food-money' saving techniques that i've prepared earlier:
1. bring-food-from-home technique (thanks mum)
2. the stir through pasta sauce technique (thanks xtn)
3. the whole bbq chicken technique (thanks jb)
4. eat-other-peoples-food-at-lunch technique (thanks myle)
5. eat-other-peoples-food-at-dinner technique (thanks again myle)
if you need clarification on what these techniques entail, please see me. thanks.
Monday, September 20, 2004
crack
i started writing a blog entry about depressed people around me, but this wise guy beat me to it. then i thought i'd write about life and it's individual purpose, an introspective soul searchy kind of piece, but these three other people beat me to that as well.
so in everybody's best interest, i have this for you.
Guide: How To Tell if You Are Whipped
(in no particular order)
1. you have a visible finger print on your forehead, which coincidentally matches your girlfriend's thumb print.
2. you've seen your family doctor about a bad case of lashings on your back.
3. you have whip-lash ointment in your medicine cabinet.
4. you originally planned to have a few beers with your mates on thursday night but magically found yourself carrying shopping bags whilst waiting outside a shoe store for women.
5. whenever your girlfriend asks you for a 'favour' you always hear a whip crack, and you end up blaming these delusional whip cracking sounds on stress from work.
6. your girlfriend owns a whip, which you bought for her, on valentines day.
feel free to add your own.
so in everybody's best interest, i have this for you.
Guide: How To Tell if You Are Whipped
(in no particular order)
1. you have a visible finger print on your forehead, which coincidentally matches your girlfriend's thumb print.
2. you've seen your family doctor about a bad case of lashings on your back.
3. you have whip-lash ointment in your medicine cabinet.
4. you originally planned to have a few beers with your mates on thursday night but magically found yourself carrying shopping bags whilst waiting outside a shoe store for women.
5. whenever your girlfriend asks you for a 'favour' you always hear a whip crack, and you end up blaming these delusional whip cracking sounds on stress from work.
6. your girlfriend owns a whip, which you bought for her, on valentines day.
feel free to add your own.
Tuesday, September 14, 2004
notepad > word
i use notepad to write my entries, i don't like using word for blogging cos i hate:
1. how it automatically americanizes my zpelling
2. those red squiggly lines under mispelt words
3. capitalises all my i's
4. makes everything look all pretty
you can turn all that off, except for number four, but i can't be stuffed.
notepad is liberating, it gives me a sense of freedom to write however i want to write without having it tell me that i'm wrong, sure, it gives me an option to ignore my mistakes but the fact that the rules are there in the first place feels like there's pressure to conform.
also, i don't need columns nor zoom nor tables nor hmmmm...
font colour? maybe.
and don't get me started on wordpad.
no, i'm not over-analysing this
maybe just a little..
i must digress, i usually have good work ethics but sitting here squeezing out a blog entry while there's a tonne of work feels rather illicit (so is profusely using your snooze button according to a select few).
performance review? KPIs?
i've just had mine and it's been positive, now pay me my big fat bonus and don't disturb me.
so to all my blogging friends, keep blogging..
at work..
and in notepad.
ps. Cute Little Asian Girl - i still hate you.
1. how it automatically americanizes my zpelling
2. those red squiggly lines under mispelt words
3. capitalises all my i's
4. makes everything look all pretty
you can turn all that off, except for number four, but i can't be stuffed.
notepad is liberating, it gives me a sense of freedom to write however i want to write without having it tell me that i'm wrong, sure, it gives me an option to ignore my mistakes but the fact that the rules are there in the first place feels like there's pressure to conform.
also, i don't need columns nor zoom nor tables nor hmmmm...
font colour? maybe.
and don't get me started on wordpad.
no, i'm not over-analysing this
maybe just a little..
i must digress, i usually have good work ethics but sitting here squeezing out a blog entry while there's a tonne of work feels rather illicit (so is profusely using your snooze button according to a select few).
performance review? KPIs?
i've just had mine and it's been positive, now pay me my big fat bonus and don't disturb me.
so to all my blogging friends, keep blogging..
at work..
and in notepad.
ps. Cute Little Asian Girl - i still hate you.
Tuesday, September 07, 2004
shudder
i attended a wedding last saturday night.
and, i sat on a couples table, with two exceptions, myself and this divorced single mother of 2. her kids were naturally on the 'kids' table, but they'd come over once in awhile complaining that some other kid stole a kernal of corn from his fried rice or pulled a face on him, unprovoked of course.
later in the evening i'd walk over to say hello to some people i knew and upon my return to my table i'd hear the divorced-single-mother-of-two ask me
"how come you never asked me to dance?"
to which i replied "oh i umm took a short cut through the dance floor to say hello to my friends umm hee hee"
although i was thinking along the lines of "back the hell up! i wasn't dancing, i went to say hello to some friends which i unfortunately wasn't seated with, oh and NO i don't want to dance with you"
but i'm a nice guy, nice guys don't say these things.
then she made me drink cognac with a cheap rip off of coke (it might've been AC Cola)
then she made me dance with her.
then her kids joined us.
*shudder*
she was a polite lady, i feel slack.
sorry guys, i really wanted to come to mocha, i swears!
and, i sat on a couples table, with two exceptions, myself and this divorced single mother of 2. her kids were naturally on the 'kids' table, but they'd come over once in awhile complaining that some other kid stole a kernal of corn from his fried rice or pulled a face on him, unprovoked of course.
later in the evening i'd walk over to say hello to some people i knew and upon my return to my table i'd hear the divorced-single-mother-of-two ask me
"how come you never asked me to dance?"
to which i replied "oh i umm took a short cut through the dance floor to say hello to my friends umm hee hee"
although i was thinking along the lines of "back the hell up! i wasn't dancing, i went to say hello to some friends which i unfortunately wasn't seated with, oh and NO i don't want to dance with you"
but i'm a nice guy, nice guys don't say these things.
then she made me drink cognac with a cheap rip off of coke (it might've been AC Cola)
then she made me dance with her.
then her kids joined us.
*shudder*
she was a polite lady, i feel slack.
sorry guys, i really wanted to come to mocha, i swears!
Sunday, September 05, 2004
i'm going to write something important so i urge you all to pay close attention.
everynight before i drift off to oblivion i'd lie there thinking, just random meaningless thinking. a couple of nights ago i came up with a brilliant idea, the idea was to articulate all of those thoughts onto this blog then i'd have something interesting to write about ALL THE TIME.
now with that brilliant idea there was also an equal and opposite problem. when i got up the next day all i could remember was this new idea i had and nothing else. i have no recollection of those random thoughts whatsoever.
brilliant.
..oh, and that 'something important' thing i wanted you all to pay attention to, well uhhh i'll have to save that story for another time.
Tuesday, August 31, 2004
dot
I sit here again, a scene that’s all too familiar but this time I don’t want yet another blank screen.
So here are some random things I want to mention, either because I think it’s important to me or I thought it would be ok material to use for a bland entry, mostly the latter.
…
The olympic games were great, one thing though, the Americans are such showoffs, why can’t they be humble like us Australians.
My hair is boofy without gel, growing it would be an alternative.
These days I spend approx. 73% of the time at home in my room, it’s a little worrying. I got to even up the scales and spend more time in other parts of my house, that’s where a laptop and wireless net access would be handy. It’s only fair to the other rooms.
I don’t make sense a lot of the time.
Imagine a blank television screen with a moderately pitched tone constantly humming through the speakers, that’s what’s occupying my brain approx. 58% of my consciousness for the past two weeks outside of work.
I’m a cautious person.
ALIAS is on right now, I don’t like Jennifer Garner. I don’t even like the trailer to ‘suddenly 30’ and trailers are suppose to show you the best bits from the movie.
I’m really welcoming the change of weather, rain’s good, wind isn’t bad either.
So here are some random things I want to mention, either because I think it’s important to me or I thought it would be ok material to use for a bland entry, mostly the latter.
…
The olympic games were great, one thing though, the Americans are such showoffs, why can’t they be humble like us Australians.
My hair is boofy without gel, growing it would be an alternative.
These days I spend approx. 73% of the time at home in my room, it’s a little worrying. I got to even up the scales and spend more time in other parts of my house, that’s where a laptop and wireless net access would be handy. It’s only fair to the other rooms.
I don’t make sense a lot of the time.
Imagine a blank television screen with a moderately pitched tone constantly humming through the speakers, that’s what’s occupying my brain approx. 58% of my consciousness for the past two weeks outside of work.
I’m a cautious person.
ALIAS is on right now, I don’t like Jennifer Garner. I don’t even like the trailer to ‘suddenly 30’ and trailers are suppose to show you the best bits from the movie.
I’m really welcoming the change of weather, rain’s good, wind isn’t bad either.
Thursday, August 19, 2004
Friday, August 06, 2004
scenario one
you get up at 6am, it's cold and there's no food anywhere so you skip breakfast and get ready quickly in the hopes of catching your train to work on time, provided that your train DOES actually come on time.
it's a 10 minute car ride out to the station with another 5 minute wait til the train hits your platform, you get on with 20 loud giggling high schoolers in your carriage and the chances of getting squashed up against the side of the train by a large gross smelling man whilst being puked on is quite high.
it's another 10 minute walk from the station to your office, the people who get off the train aren't very happy people, and there are lots these people. during those 10 minutes you could be tripped, kicked, spat, laughed and groped by other unhappy train commuters.
you finally get to work, do your 8.5 hours and the battle you thought you'd won this morning had a sequel - the long ride home.
scenario two
you get up at 8, your room has been somewhat warmed by the sun, you take a nice hot shower and come out to a bacon and egg breakfast with hot buttered toast.
the birds are chirping whilst the radio is playing in the background. your eyes are glued to the morning news on tv as you slip socks onto your feet.
you leave your apartment and make for the bus stop in a skipping fashion, everyone else is also skipping. there's an accordion player busking near the bus stop, his tunes reminds you of the only french film you've ever seen and it's comforting.
the bus ride is smooth and uncrowded. there's a fruit platter near the driver and a hot chick making free boost-juice-esque fruit shakes or if you prefer your choice of coffee; mocha? latte? CAPPUCCINO? it's all there and it's free.
before you know it your bus stops outside your office and as you get out the driver says "have a good day my friend" and tosses you an apple for the road.
which scenario would you choose?
let me let you all in on a little secret
scenario 1 - living at home far far away
scenario 2 - moving out and living near the city
it'll happen.
you get up at 6am, it's cold and there's no food anywhere so you skip breakfast and get ready quickly in the hopes of catching your train to work on time, provided that your train DOES actually come on time.
it's a 10 minute car ride out to the station with another 5 minute wait til the train hits your platform, you get on with 20 loud giggling high schoolers in your carriage and the chances of getting squashed up against the side of the train by a large gross smelling man whilst being puked on is quite high.
it's another 10 minute walk from the station to your office, the people who get off the train aren't very happy people, and there are lots these people. during those 10 minutes you could be tripped, kicked, spat, laughed and groped by other unhappy train commuters.
you finally get to work, do your 8.5 hours and the battle you thought you'd won this morning had a sequel - the long ride home.
scenario two
you get up at 8, your room has been somewhat warmed by the sun, you take a nice hot shower and come out to a bacon and egg breakfast with hot buttered toast.
the birds are chirping whilst the radio is playing in the background. your eyes are glued to the morning news on tv as you slip socks onto your feet.
you leave your apartment and make for the bus stop in a skipping fashion, everyone else is also skipping. there's an accordion player busking near the bus stop, his tunes reminds you of the only french film you've ever seen and it's comforting.
the bus ride is smooth and uncrowded. there's a fruit platter near the driver and a hot chick making free boost-juice-esque fruit shakes or if you prefer your choice of coffee; mocha? latte? CAPPUCCINO? it's all there and it's free.
before you know it your bus stops outside your office and as you get out the driver says "have a good day my friend" and tosses you an apple for the road.
which scenario would you choose?
let me let you all in on a little secret
scenario 1 - living at home far far away
scenario 2 - moving out and living near the city
it'll happen.
Monday, August 02, 2004
Thursday, July 29, 2004
Monday, July 19, 2004
saturday
6:30am - i awake
7:30am - skirmish starts
Noon - lunch
2:30pm - skirmish ends and i take home several reminders mainly on my arms and thighs
3:30pm - i get home - quick shower
4:45pm - i get to PNW (Phi's Net Weekend - net cafe style gaming) - game playing starts
9:30pm - kfc dinner break
10:00pm - resume game playing
sunday
7:30am - game playing break - i take a 2 hour nap
9:30am - i awake - resume game playing
Noon - kfc lunch break
12:30pm - resume game playing
5:00pm - PNW ends - game playing ends
6:30pm - i get home - shower - it's the first time i've showered or brushed my teeth in over 24 hours
7:00pm - in bed
6:30am monday morning - i awake for work
i
am
so
very
tired!
but it was fun.
6:30am - i awake
7:30am - skirmish starts
Noon - lunch
2:30pm - skirmish ends and i take home several reminders mainly on my arms and thighs
3:30pm - i get home - quick shower
4:45pm - i get to PNW (Phi's Net Weekend - net cafe style gaming) - game playing starts
9:30pm - kfc dinner break
10:00pm - resume game playing
sunday
7:30am - game playing break - i take a 2 hour nap
9:30am - i awake - resume game playing
Noon - kfc lunch break
12:30pm - resume game playing
5:00pm - PNW ends - game playing ends
6:30pm - i get home - shower - it's the first time i've showered or brushed my teeth in over 24 hours
7:00pm - in bed
6:30am monday morning - i awake for work
i
am
so
very
tired!
but it was fun.
Monday, June 21, 2004
the weekend that was a day longer than usual
At one point we were jammin' to pete murray's beautiful but we were really just a few asians pretending to know how to play a guitar and singing terribly, i sang terribly. Our percussions consisted of a chopping board, spoons and a pot. And you know what the damndest thing is? I had fun, so y'all can just ACCEPT!
[milli's photos]
At one point we were jammin' to pete murray's beautiful but we were really just a few asians pretending to know how to play a guitar and singing terribly, i sang terribly. Our percussions consisted of a chopping board, spoons and a pot. And you know what the damndest thing is? I had fun, so y'all can just ACCEPT!
[milli's photos]
Saturday, June 19, 2004
Tuesday, June 08, 2004
i hate the cold
i hate it when people come into my room in the morning and let cold air in, and you know what's worse than that? when they do leave your room they leave the door open.
when part of your hair sticks up cos you slept in a funny position and refuses to stay down no matter how much gel you use, i hate that too.
and and
when people decide to play with the dog on sunday morning yelling real loud just to get the dog to walk over and shake their hands, and continue to do so regardless of the fact that it's only one of two days during the week that i get to sleep in.
also
the sound of loose change in my trouser pockets is kind of irritating.
enthusiastic freshmens who talk really really loud on the train, don't like them either.
forget about that last ninja, sleep's more important.
but that mofo ninja starred me!
AAaaArrrghHhHhh!!
*power down*
i hate it when people come into my room in the morning and let cold air in, and you know what's worse than that? when they do leave your room they leave the door open.
when part of your hair sticks up cos you slept in a funny position and refuses to stay down no matter how much gel you use, i hate that too.
and and
when people decide to play with the dog on sunday morning yelling real loud just to get the dog to walk over and shake their hands, and continue to do so regardless of the fact that it's only one of two days during the week that i get to sleep in.
also
the sound of loose change in my trouser pockets is kind of irritating.
enthusiastic freshmens who talk really really loud on the train, don't like them either.
forget about that last ninja, sleep's more important.
but that mofo ninja starred me!
AAaaArrrghHhHhh!!
*power down*
Wednesday, June 02, 2004
i kept jack and jill in a little container in front of monitor at home, my friend breeds them and literally has hundreds of these little guppies.
he put them in my care last thursday night complete with fish food and all i had to do was feed them at least once and day and change the water every so often.
unfortunately....
jill had already died when i got home last monday night, there she laid amongst the leftover scraps of food at the bottom of their love container.
i put jack in some new water and flushed jill down the toilet.
Swim. In. Peace. Jill.
the morning after jack had mysteriously vanished from his new container, i checked the surrounding areas and there was no sign of him anywhere in case he'd jumped out. my C.S.I skills had let me down, his disappearance is still a mystery and his likelyhood of survival is close to catching a sydney train on time.
*shakes head*
they were siblings turned incestuous lovers, now they're back together again in fish heaven. have fun kids.
he put them in my care last thursday night complete with fish food and all i had to do was feed them at least once and day and change the water every so often.
unfortunately....
jill had already died when i got home last monday night, there she laid amongst the leftover scraps of food at the bottom of their love container.
i put jack in some new water and flushed jill down the toilet.
Swim. In. Peace. Jill.
the morning after jack had mysteriously vanished from his new container, i checked the surrounding areas and there was no sign of him anywhere in case he'd jumped out. my C.S.I skills had let me down, his disappearance is still a mystery and his likelyhood of survival is close to catching a sydney train on time.
*shakes head*
they were siblings turned incestuous lovers, now they're back together again in fish heaven. have fun kids.
Tuesday, June 01, 2004
Tuesday, May 25, 2004
i spent two hours trying very very hard not to fall asleep in my training session for work.
this is lecture number 5 of 6 and it's the same story at the same time every week.
it's a combination of things really, but the biggest realisation here is that my brain doesn't want to and stubbornly refuses to study anymore, not now, not ever.
and
i've decided to go back to uni to do some post grad stuff.
so
this is going to be a problem.
sht fk sht
this is lecture number 5 of 6 and it's the same story at the same time every week.
it's a combination of things really, but the biggest realisation here is that my brain doesn't want to and stubbornly refuses to study anymore, not now, not ever.
and
i've decided to go back to uni to do some post grad stuff.
so
this is going to be a problem.
sht fk sht
Monday, May 24, 2004
a quiet weekend catching up with some old school faces and also a reprieve for my wallet.
it's during this quiet time that got me thinking. thinking about things like why my body can't take 3 days of going out like it used to be able to without collapsing into a useless mess. i blame it on my diet, there is no consideration for nutritional value when my parents cook - or asian cooking for that matter, it's either oily or no oil. i've never ever ever recalled any asians i know praise carrots it for its high levels of vitamin k but how well it'll go with the paw-paw salad, and chicken, not for its protein but when cooked long enough at the right tempreture then how the crispy skin would melt in your mouth and the succulent flesh beg to be consumed.
don't get me wrong, i like my parent's cooking... most of the time... coupled with my fussless tolerance for mediocre meals.
searching for reasons why i've been so tired and run down lately has brought me to this rather superficial conclusion about diet.
it's probably as simple as, lack of sleep. that's probably it. gone are those days where small periods of sleep would suffice to completely recuperate one's self. it's sad really. but who knows, a few weeks down the track and i could write the complete opposite.
and the true reason why i'm so tired now is **insert reason here - when i figure it out**
~
i got a new phone
it's during this quiet time that got me thinking. thinking about things like why my body can't take 3 days of going out like it used to be able to without collapsing into a useless mess. i blame it on my diet, there is no consideration for nutritional value when my parents cook - or asian cooking for that matter, it's either oily or no oil. i've never ever ever recalled any asians i know praise carrots it for its high levels of vitamin k but how well it'll go with the paw-paw salad, and chicken, not for its protein but when cooked long enough at the right tempreture then how the crispy skin would melt in your mouth and the succulent flesh beg to be consumed.
don't get me wrong, i like my parent's cooking... most of the time... coupled with my fussless tolerance for mediocre meals.
searching for reasons why i've been so tired and run down lately has brought me to this rather superficial conclusion about diet.
it's probably as simple as, lack of sleep. that's probably it. gone are those days where small periods of sleep would suffice to completely recuperate one's self. it's sad really. but who knows, a few weeks down the track and i could write the complete opposite.
and the true reason why i'm so tired now is **insert reason here - when i figure it out**
~
i got a new phone
Tuesday, May 18, 2004
i haven't been speaking my mind lately, at least not on this blog anyway and that bothers me, enough for me to write about it. once upon a time, i'd sit down open up notepad and let it out in all its grammatically incorrect glory before slapping it on blogger.
these days nervousblog.blogspot.com is just an accumulation of incoherent shit gathering cyber dust in a rather pleasant looking enclosure.
i know this is a public blog, and that in itself is a little contradictory.
larissa has mentioned this before, the point being, i set out to write my mind but it's not happening.
~
oh yeah, a question to y'all out there:
which do you prefer? inspiring others? or being inspired?
these days nervousblog.blogspot.com is just an accumulation of incoherent shit gathering cyber dust in a rather pleasant looking enclosure.
i know this is a public blog, and that in itself is a little contradictory.
larissa has mentioned this before, the point being, i set out to write my mind but it's not happening.
~
oh yeah, a question to y'all out there:
which do you prefer? inspiring others? or being inspired?
Sunday, May 16, 2004
Friday, May 14, 2004
Monday, May 03, 2004
the man downstairs whom i buy my coffee off everyday really seems like he knows what he's doing. a coffee connoisseur himself, armed with his stainless steel coffee machine he's meticulous in his chosen profession taking pride in every flawless cup he makes but more importantly i like his coffee, warm, milky and the first sip doesn't burn your tongue.
now, as i strolled in today half alseep i ordered a large, STRONG, cappuccino - naturally he would've been forgiven for mistaking my order IF there were other patrons around taking orders from fifteen other work colleagues, but there was NO-ONE else. he made my capp exactly the way he would have if it was just a large regular capp, as i recall i did emphasis 'strong'. there we were, just me and him, but i didn't want to question a pro. perhaps i didn't see him press that extra button that says "Strong Cappuccino" button that's hidden from public view, probably somewhere on the side of the coffee machine.
but alas my hopes were dashed, the large strong capp i asked for that was made like a large regular capp was in fact just a large regular capp, it _tasted_ like a large regular capp.
oh well. i'll live.
now, as i strolled in today half alseep i ordered a large, STRONG, cappuccino - naturally he would've been forgiven for mistaking my order IF there were other patrons around taking orders from fifteen other work colleagues, but there was NO-ONE else. he made my capp exactly the way he would have if it was just a large regular capp, as i recall i did emphasis 'strong'. there we were, just me and him, but i didn't want to question a pro. perhaps i didn't see him press that extra button that says "Strong Cappuccino" button that's hidden from public view, probably somewhere on the side of the coffee machine.
but alas my hopes were dashed, the large strong capp i asked for that was made like a large regular capp was in fact just a large regular capp, it _tasted_ like a large regular capp.
oh well. i'll live.
Tuesday, April 06, 2004
[edit]
sorry, but i'd like to give credit to jookboy's email spiral post for this self-diagnosis entry :)
[edit]
no doubt writing is an artform, but i think speaking eloquently and articulately is alot harder, unless you've prepared a 'speech' talking is spontaneous and impromptu , unlike writing you can't proof read and edit what you say and when you say things.
i guess what i've got to do is train myself to
think before i speak
edit what i'm going to say
then say it with poetic precision
i aim to complete this 3 step process in a split second so it looks like i'm doing it naturally.
but then again, who am i kidding..
~
empty glass bottles that roll around on the floor of train carraiges gives me the shits. the plastic variety are more bearable.
~
oh yeah, i got tickets to the shaolin monks wheel of time gig at the state theatre... soooo bring on the
Level 12 Buddha Palm Stance biatches!!
sorry, but i'd like to give credit to jookboy's email spiral post for this self-diagnosis entry :)
[edit]
no doubt writing is an artform, but i think speaking eloquently and articulately is alot harder, unless you've prepared a 'speech' talking is spontaneous and impromptu , unlike writing you can't proof read and edit what you say and when you say things.
i guess what i've got to do is train myself to
think before i speak
edit what i'm going to say
then say it with poetic precision
i aim to complete this 3 step process in a split second so it looks like i'm doing it naturally.
but then again, who am i kidding..
~
empty glass bottles that roll around on the floor of train carraiges gives me the shits. the plastic variety are more bearable.
~
oh yeah, i got tickets to the shaolin monks wheel of time gig at the state theatre... soooo bring on the
Level 12 Buddha Palm Stance biatches!!
Wednesday, March 24, 2004
i have a friend, he writes, he writes about everything and anything that crosses his liberated mind, and so he should.
sometimes, very rarely though, he writes about his friends, stating his opinions on different matters and situations, empathising, sympathising and providing advice, which is good, so don't be alarmed if you think he writes about you, it only shows that he's concerned, and being friends we can let down our guard and forget our pride, at least for a few moments. alas, we can stop asking "where is the love?" cos this man's got ALL the love!
~
i have another friend who shall not be named, she went to a sex shop and found it hilarious, one of her remarks was "how do you insert that? it must be painful", or something to that effect.
that's goddamn hilarious...
her remark that is, not the giant dildo.
~
oh yeah, stuff i've gotten so far:
pirates of the caribbean dvd
bad boys 2 dvd
the hulk quilt cover set - and NO i'm not posting pictures of it here
a stein with 'dancing queen' engraved on it - charming
a marcs shirt - this one's fabulous
funky arse diary - uhhh funky
bottle of malibu - mmmm malibu
lonsdale jacket - aquary-bluey, it's not as faggy as it sounds
cufflinks - squarish
another pair of cufflinks - cylindrical
book: "you inc."
a chocolate mud cake
$2 scratchie - it had potential but it's now a small piece of cardboard
baboons t-shirt : it's very very exclusive!
last but not least, LOTS and LOTS and LOTS of drinks...
i'm indebted.
sometimes, very rarely though, he writes about his friends, stating his opinions on different matters and situations, empathising, sympathising and providing advice, which is good, so don't be alarmed if you think he writes about you, it only shows that he's concerned, and being friends we can let down our guard and forget our pride, at least for a few moments. alas, we can stop asking "where is the love?" cos this man's got ALL the love!
~
i have another friend who shall not be named, she went to a sex shop and found it hilarious, one of her remarks was "how do you insert that? it must be painful", or something to that effect.
that's goddamn hilarious...
her remark that is, not the giant dildo.
~
oh yeah, stuff i've gotten so far:
pirates of the caribbean dvd
bad boys 2 dvd
the hulk quilt cover set - and NO i'm not posting pictures of it here
a stein with 'dancing queen' engraved on it - charming
a marcs shirt - this one's fabulous
funky arse diary - uhhh funky
bottle of malibu - mmmm malibu
lonsdale jacket - aquary-bluey, it's not as faggy as it sounds
cufflinks - squarish
another pair of cufflinks - cylindrical
book: "you inc."
a chocolate mud cake
$2 scratchie - it had potential but it's now a small piece of cardboard
baboons t-shirt : it's very very exclusive!
last but not least, LOTS and LOTS and LOTS of drinks...
i'm indebted.
Wednesday, March 17, 2004
if you read this, i'm sincerely sorry.
i hope the damage isn't permanent, it's been a roller coaster ride for the last few months in my world and i've been oblivious to things that were so clear and simple to me not so long ago.
i know you are happy, i can feel it, except on late monday afternoons on your way home from work. Don't let my insignificance get in your way - like i said in my email to you, i'm glad you told me what you did, i understand that because you tell me those things only shows that you really care.
dear friend, my mentality has changed, but know that i'm still the same person i've been all these years............. uhhh............... wait just a god damn second here... i just got your reply!... it's all good now!
we're friends again everyone!
i hope the damage isn't permanent, it's been a roller coaster ride for the last few months in my world and i've been oblivious to things that were so clear and simple to me not so long ago.
i know you are happy, i can feel it, except on late monday afternoons on your way home from work. Don't let my insignificance get in your way - like i said in my email to you, i'm glad you told me what you did, i understand that because you tell me those things only shows that you really care.
dear friend, my mentality has changed, but know that i'm still the same person i've been all these years............. uhhh............... wait just a god damn second here... i just got your reply!... it's all good now!
we're friends again everyone!
Tuesday, March 09, 2004
some thoughts before i forget them..
i really hate people who eat salt and vinegar chips on a hot and crowded train.
if i was homeless and it was stinking hot, i'd jump on a tangara and stay there all day, they can't fine you cos you got no home and you got no ID.
carrying a backpack with my company name and logo makes me feel odd.
~
its presence is looming, its close and i'm acutely aware of it,
before it consumes me entirely, i'm already feeling its affect,
it's happening all too quickly..
what did you say!? you're turning 25 this year?
yeah, you too right?
HOLY.
FKN.
SHIT!
i really hate people who eat salt and vinegar chips on a hot and crowded train.
if i was homeless and it was stinking hot, i'd jump on a tangara and stay there all day, they can't fine you cos you got no home and you got no ID.
carrying a backpack with my company name and logo makes me feel odd.
~
its presence is looming, its close and i'm acutely aware of it,
before it consumes me entirely, i'm already feeling its affect,
it's happening all too quickly..
what did you say!? you're turning 25 this year?
yeah, you too right?
HOLY.
FKN.
SHIT!
Sunday, March 07, 2004
Thursday, February 19, 2004
damn it, bloody goddamn it.
i'm not angry nor upset, i just felt like saying that, and i said that with a smile on my face.
it's occurred to me that sometimes people misread me, my current state of mind and my emotional situation.
further, even some of my close friends fail to see whether there's a dark cloud over me or otherwise.
do not be fooled, i write this entry with a clear and unaffected mind.
is this one of my shortcomings having unreconciled differences between my inner and outer self? OR do others just get it plain wrong when it comes to reading my actions and putting a finger on what it is that i'm feeling? over reading perhaps? don't get me wrong, it doesn't happen ALL the time, but lately i've noticed it popping up here and there.
I'm content with the way things are panning out in different facets of my life - i've developed a mindset to positively encourage myself on negative issues. it doesn't mean i'm lying to myself leading to some observers using the "ignorance is bliss" line on me.
this is not a "finding myself" entry - it's just another entry.
i'm not angry nor upset, i just felt like saying that, and i said that with a smile on my face.
it's occurred to me that sometimes people misread me, my current state of mind and my emotional situation.
further, even some of my close friends fail to see whether there's a dark cloud over me or otherwise.
do not be fooled, i write this entry with a clear and unaffected mind.
is this one of my shortcomings having unreconciled differences between my inner and outer self? OR do others just get it plain wrong when it comes to reading my actions and putting a finger on what it is that i'm feeling? over reading perhaps? don't get me wrong, it doesn't happen ALL the time, but lately i've noticed it popping up here and there.
I'm content with the way things are panning out in different facets of my life - i've developed a mindset to positively encourage myself on negative issues. it doesn't mean i'm lying to myself leading to some observers using the "ignorance is bliss" line on me.
this is not a "finding myself" entry - it's just another entry.
Tuesday, January 27, 2004
at work, everyone is really serious and i feel like i'm being molded into this serious business-only person and being the youngest and newest guy on the team it's easy for them to lead me down that path. i feel the need to maintain a high level of immaturity or else lunacy will get the better of me resulting in a new and progressive hatred for my job, let it be known that i write this with one hundred and ten percent seriousness.
action plan: crack a lame joke every hour and laugh at it hysterically for my own amusement and more importantly - sanity.
action plan: crack a lame joke every hour and laugh at it hysterically for my own amusement and more importantly - sanity.
last thursday morning i woke up to a trail of scented smoke and the aroma of chinese mushrooms... it's chinese new year 2004.
as opposed to my friends, who have a relatively quiet time - my parents celebrate it traditionally with lots of food eaten amongst lots of people, there's one thing that i've given some thought to seeing as though this year marks my quarter century of existence, the red pockets.
it use to be all good, the red pockets kept rolling in, and when i was much younger this was my only source of disposable income for the next twelve months. but over the past few years and working full time, i've started to feel guilty, i even believe that some of these people are living off the pension. everytime i get one of them pockets, i use the same phrase: 'may you be blessed with good health' - kinda made me feel better.....
and..... at the end of the day it comes down to one word: "tradition".
as opposed to my friends, who have a relatively quiet time - my parents celebrate it traditionally with lots of food eaten amongst lots of people, there's one thing that i've given some thought to seeing as though this year marks my quarter century of existence, the red pockets.
it use to be all good, the red pockets kept rolling in, and when i was much younger this was my only source of disposable income for the next twelve months. but over the past few years and working full time, i've started to feel guilty, i even believe that some of these people are living off the pension. everytime i get one of them pockets, i use the same phrase: 'may you be blessed with good health' - kinda made me feel better.....
and..... at the end of the day it comes down to one word: "tradition".
Monday, January 12, 2004
'twas my first day in my new role today, and as much as i hate to say - being a new job and all, i was a little disappointed.
coming from an open planned office i was a little taken back when i was placed in a little cubicle with high partitions and little sunlight - the fluorescent tube did most of the work.
my pc? i was bitterly disappointed - it still had a "y2k compliant" sticker on it, the monitor? i'd say it was slightly bigger than a gameboy AND when you try run any programs you can hear it chugging away like a fatboy armed with a tub of extra creamy vanilla ice cream trudging up city-to-surf's heartbreak hill.
the work isn't too bad, a few new things to learn, consequently getting my brain into gear after a good month and a half of festive gatherings and forced inactivity. a breath of fresh air i'd say - the question is when will i need to surface? even though the system, the people and place are all new to me - this kind of work is all too familiar.
apparently, the existing office we're located at is getting too small for this division, hence we'll be moving over to a schmick new office in the chiefley, it'll be nice.
they've given me a 3 month probationary period before reviewing my performance, i too will give this role a 3 month trial before again reviewing my situation.
coming from an open planned office i was a little taken back when i was placed in a little cubicle with high partitions and little sunlight - the fluorescent tube did most of the work.
my pc? i was bitterly disappointed - it still had a "y2k compliant" sticker on it, the monitor? i'd say it was slightly bigger than a gameboy AND when you try run any programs you can hear it chugging away like a fatboy armed with a tub of extra creamy vanilla ice cream trudging up city-to-surf's heartbreak hill.
the work isn't too bad, a few new things to learn, consequently getting my brain into gear after a good month and a half of festive gatherings and forced inactivity. a breath of fresh air i'd say - the question is when will i need to surface? even though the system, the people and place are all new to me - this kind of work is all too familiar.
apparently, the existing office we're located at is getting too small for this division, hence we'll be moving over to a schmick new office in the chiefley, it'll be nice.
they've given me a 3 month probationary period before reviewing my performance, i too will give this role a 3 month trial before again reviewing my situation.
Tuesday, January 06, 2004
two thousand and four has started off pretty peachy for me, i've got nothing to complain about really. after our nye gathering at a friend's place i spent the next few days beaching, perusing different reading material and getting my arse handed back to me by this fella in topspin.
things have really fallen into place over the past few weeks, the job offer finally came through, festivities of any excuse ensured the drinks kept flowing in the tradition we've come to know and love.
now i'm back in the office serving the last few days of my sentence, it's hard not to think about the first day i waltzed through these doors, the people are great here and although our numbers have dwindled over the last 3 months it's still sad see what i'd call the end of an era.
two of my closer colleagues have bigger and bolder plans, they've recently got hold of working visas travelling to the cold and gloom that is london for two merry years of work and booze in a holidayesque kind of way. although i've secured a role here in sydney paving my career, i can't help but be jealous of their exciting paths they'll be embarking on in three weeks time.
london, i know you're cold, always overcast and you beat us in the rugby world cup final on home soil but you nonetheless appeal to me, sooo i hope to see you soon...
things have really fallen into place over the past few weeks, the job offer finally came through, festivities of any excuse ensured the drinks kept flowing in the tradition we've come to know and love.
now i'm back in the office serving the last few days of my sentence, it's hard not to think about the first day i waltzed through these doors, the people are great here and although our numbers have dwindled over the last 3 months it's still sad see what i'd call the end of an era.
two of my closer colleagues have bigger and bolder plans, they've recently got hold of working visas travelling to the cold and gloom that is london for two merry years of work and booze in a holidayesque kind of way. although i've secured a role here in sydney paving my career, i can't help but be jealous of their exciting paths they'll be embarking on in three weeks time.
london, i know you're cold, always overcast and you beat us in the rugby world cup final on home soil but you nonetheless appeal to me, sooo i hope to see you soon...
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