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.

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.

Wednesday, November 03, 2004