nerv

noreply@blogger.com (yui) — Sat, 28 Nov 2009 22:20:00 +0000

it's just one of those phases.

purpose
inspiration
motivation
goal
meaning..

consumption

noreply@blogger.com (yui) — Mon, 13 Jul 2009 01:52:00 +0000

there's only so much you can consume, that's limited by your finite resources, lack of attention towards a specific focus or one's incapability to consume that much in such a short time span, i guess something's got to give.

in the end, you feel rather deflated or extremely inflated, beyond the realms of comfort.

finally

noreply@blogger.com (yui) — Mon, 06 Jul 2009 10:52:00 +0000

it's here, it's done and i'm on my way

...distant space

the hobbyist

noreply@blogger.com (yui) — Wed, 08 Apr 2009 06:04:00 +0000

more often than not travellers who return home tell tales of adventure into foreign lands, exotic cultures and strange accents twisting and turning between unfamiliar faces.

of late, this process of discovery and revelation that my senses had the fortune of experiencing have been applied to the plethora of interests i take, from the urge to play the drums to learning a new language.

whichever subject of interest i take, beneath the forums and web pages of "japanese for beginners" and "want to drum like a pro? start here!" there are sprawling metropolis like communities, who share the same love and speak in a familiar yet unfamiliar language, like tourist guides, they generously offer truckloads of information, where to go! what to see! how much to pay!

this is where i draw parallels where diving into a new hobby is like visiting a new country, and inherent in that, a rush of excitement overwhelms me – action is needed! there is a compulsory requirement to purchase equipment and other associated tools to ready me for the journey ahead; a drum kit, soccer boots, japanese lessons, whatever it takes!

apparatuses for total immersion!

i guess where i fail is, commitment - i.e. nice place to visit, wouldn’t want to live here though.

viets and that

noreply@blogger.com (yui) — Mon, 06 Apr 2009 04:16:00 +0000

i spent the weekend doing, husbandy activities (not to be confused with husbandry activities) with her.

you know:
- shopping for a super non-stick hard anodized fry pan
- holding hands
- play cook assistant

wait, i remember.. so part of these husbandy tasks, i attended a 13th birthday – my wife’s cousin.

over the past few years i’ve had the honour of observing how the vietnamese have such a male dominant hierarchical culture..

so at the party..

the men gathered around the main table, drank beer and nibbled on peanuts, while the women prepared the food and settled onto the smaller, less grandeur table.

to kids get a table too, even less grandeur, no table cloth, crappy dishes (like sliced cucumber) and no centre piece dish - usually a big soup pot bubbling away on a portable cooker (in vietnamese it's called "gun", a very violent name if you ask me).

being the son in law married to their eldest daughter, i get promoted to the mens table (i was on the kids table for years) for the heavy hitting pow wow with the other men of the pride, the sexist jokes and how i lost wads of cash on the pokies whilst guzzling down can after can of VB and randomly slinging vietnamese profanities around the room.

unfortunately, my vietnamese stereotypes didn't come to fruition - instead, the only member of the group that spoke a little english (coincidentally sat next to me) asked how my new job was going and how terrible it'd be if i had to drive into work everyday. he explained that traffic and the parking fees alone would deter most city workers to drive, although i did point out the concept of early bird parking - and no sir, it's not a meal deal of deep fried poultry and cheap parking.......ok!

and then, there was cake!

wake dream wake

noreply@blogger.com (yui) — Mon, 30 Mar 2009 22:32:00 +0000

so i had problems getting to sleep last night, my brain was in overdrive, various images drifted in and out of my head - a cacophony of dream, thoughts and ideas was stirring - and it didn't stop, not 'til i heard the chirp of the morning birds.

prior to bed though, there was a flurry of activity on the computer: twitters, blogs, facebooks and lots and lots of pictures that i've been too lazy to upload since dot.

perhaps that was the cause, managing multiple mediums' got me brainstorming (at a very bad time) about my next update/post/upload.

i'm zombie like at work this morning - secretly typing up this post, cleverly disguised as an important email addressed to important people.

it's the last day of march today.

remixed feelings

noreply@blogger.com (yui) — Mon, 30 Mar 2009 06:06:00 +0000

it's been almost six months since returning from london and only now, due to the change in visa rules i've felt the need to reflect on the year i spent there.

i guess the biggest thing about living abroad is...exactly that, living abroad and meeting unfamiliar surroundings, unfamiliar accents from different parts of the island and a world of adventure awaiting my discovery.

i've dossed with friends, made new friends and reforged old ones and met distant family that i've never ever seen before.

i had a 3 hour round trip to aylesbury everyday for 7 months for work.

there, i met some hard working english and some lazy ones, like every other working society.
i admit, it's a rather small sample group but i can only speak from my experience (strange and coincidentally i met an ex workmate from sydney from several years back).

the bloke who sat next to me had only been to london a handful of times, he grew up in aylesbury, now 32, he's worked in that organisation since he was 18 in the call centre, recently as he says, got "promoted" to IT. one day he'll visit sydney, one day.

then comes the european trips, ticket purchases, check ins, customs, the delayed flights, dawn departures and midnight arrivals are just some of the things that's defined many australians' experience.
this by no means is an exhaustive list, our trips were at best guess every 3 weeks. we visited a fair few cities as you do during your first year in london (ibiza is all sorts of crazy).

there were also so many memories i took away from being in london-town itself.

i've been fortunate enough to have a fairly close knit bunch of friends over there that's either super-enthusiastic about jetting off to some european city or getting out and partaking in local activities and places of interest - bath, windsor, touch footy, musicals, portobello markets, and hunting for good coffee!

leaving london in september last year, i made many many promises to friends about returning by early '09.

so a change in the visa rules which has effectively ruled me out of the only venue for me to return to london has me feeling, inadequate, unsatisfied, disappointed.

lately, the idea of working and living in canada came up on my radar, due to the ease of acquiring their visa and perhaps a substitute for london...

i've not lived or worked in another city other than london, but i can't be bothered to explain why the desire for london right now.

i can't blog

noreply@blogger.com (yui) — Mon, 30 Mar 2009 05:03:00 +0000

read some old entries, i can't blog for crap.

so they're onto us

noreply@blogger.com (yui) — Sun, 29 Mar 2009 22:52:00 +0000

march 31st marks the day the brits decided to up the slam dunk highly skillful visa requirements.

being one of those people who decided not to return to tertiary.edu to nab a highly skillful masters degree, has consequentially shafted me an opportunity to return to the land of the britons and enjoy: breakfast teas, ride on red double decker buses, black cabs, row boats around universities whilst reciting poetry and cold, cold winters.

first thoughts: sad panda, no bamboo.

on second thoughts, screw the brits, i'll goto canada, who are welcoming us aussies with open arms, to enjoy: tegan & sara, the raptors, the maple leafs, niagra falls, french-esque-ness, big bears and cold, cold winters!

RAWR!!!

trained

noreply@blogger.com (yui) — Tue, 19 Jun 2007 15:10:00 +0000

i have trained myself to sleep late and wake up early for work in my attempts to maximise consciousness to do pointless little things, such as this.

good night.

susanna

noreply@blogger.com (yui) — Mon, 04 Jun 2007 23:45:00 +0000

I'm only about 50 pages through but i'm really enjoying this book, and at this point, purely from Clarke's writing style.

the last book i picked up was: "the curse of chalion" by Lois McMaster Bujold, 200 pages in, out of the 400-odd, the plot progressed very little and the style wasn't my cuppa tea. though there was a, apparently, hot 19 year old in it named 'Betriz' as i recall, i shelved it - literally.

p.s. 'twas recommended by xtn.

ugh!

noreply@blogger.com (yui) — Wed, 30 May 2007 23:52:00 +0000

you beauty!

it's almost the end of the financial year, a very very very good reason to buy this schmick schmick piece.

asus g1s

i'm glad you're back

noreply@blogger.com (yui) — Mon, 29 Jan 2007 23:12:00 +0000

Dear Myle,

You've been holidaying for what? almost one turn of the moon now, it's time you return to my side to provide me wise counsel, there are too many lickspittle minions in my court who whisper honey words in my ear; wise words are far and few between. The kingdom is under fire from House Dreadsteel. They've taken the crossing of the Wasps, we lost many good men there, however, we didn't lose that battle without shedding Dreadsteel blood, it flows red like the rest of us. The war has just begun my dear, you would think House Dreadsteel waged a war they could win, they have grossly underestimated the power of the alliance. I am liege to houses great and small, their loyalty unquestionable. Descendant from king of kings who have ruled for thousands of years, I will not be subdued by a little speck of a lordling from the Outlands. Alas, I have plans to strike out south and west, sending ten thousand men to contain the rape, pillage and trail of destruction laying in wake of the Dreadsteel army.

i'm glad you're back

yui

**nb i tried to write an email to my girlfriend who's returning from her trip to vietnam, only to veer off track and pretend to be George R.R. Martin - A Song of Fire and Ice, a tribute? a rip off?

Myle, I'm really glad you're back.

Dinner? let me know.

5 - 0

noreply@blogger.com (yui) — Fri, 05 Jan 2007 02:07:00 +0000

australia, you beauty!

.............................

noreply@blogger.com (yui) — Fri, 29 Dec 2006 01:28:00 +0000

as the year comes to an end and my heart to a gluttonous halt, i think it's introspection time! plus other tidbits.

what a year!

what a year?

it's neither here nor there, 2006, promoted then resigned, contending with steep edges of a new way of living, learning - yes, frustrating - yes, longterm enlightenment - probably not, hectic.

boy oh boy, how bemusing, 2006.

2007 looms, others have leaked bigger and bolder plans throughout the year to 'go live' in 07. many resigned to letting the winds take them wherever it wishes, i like that thought, uncontrollable, adventurous.

i got a coffee this morning, as you do, and a little voice cried out in my head "i don't care anymore!" why? i think it all started as i crossed the road to the coffee shop this morning; a slight breeze had come across my face blowing my hair to one side as it does when i'm holidaying up the coast. only when i got to the other side of the road, the to-do list i had set out on my desk for the new year popped into my head. get fucked i thought, annoyed from robbing a minute of escapism from myself. i only wanted to grab my coffee and head back to the holiday house we'd rented......oh.... defiance set in, "i don't care anymore!". in an instant my building turned into a 40 storey monster, with hands on hips waiting for me to return to work.

"ra ra ra"

i've heard that alot. i've spent ample time there, many of the stories begin and end with ra ra ra, such as this particular story

"... and then she started crying ra ra ra, i didn't know what to do, so i told her to calm down ra ra ra cos we were in the middle of the mall, ra ra ra"

it's all quite amusing.

so long 2006.

melbourne team ruckus

noreply@blogger.com (yui) — Tue, 17 Oct 2006 05:19:00 +0000

quietly content

noreply@blogger.com (yui) — Fri, 13 Oct 2006 03:36:00 +0000

i dream of sitting at a cafe on lazy saturday morning, situated along a cobble stoned road. i see unfamiliar faces in an unfamiliar place yet comforting. i possess the knowledge that the layers of icey commitments from the big smoke are slowly melting away.

off to my left there's a small foot bridge leading into labyrinth of other interconnected cobble stoned streets. away from the cafe the scene twists and changes to another town, something familiar yet strangely odd the way the city greets you. you decide to save the sight seeing for later and make haste for your little concrete cottage perched a storey or two off the firmness of land. tree strewn streets with lightly greened leaves making way for spring.

you close your eyes and get thrown through the vortex for when you open your eyes you see a vast blue sea and giant hills with blue roofed white terraces situated at the height.

ahh... 35 degrees.

what a crappy week

noreply@blogger.com (yui) — Sun, 01 Oct 2006 15:53:00 +0000

1. incapacitated myself after going for a pansy layup during tuesday night bball, a slight tear in the lateral cruciate ligament.

2. swans getting beat by the eagles in the afl grand final by the narrowest of margins, 1 fricken point.

3. broncos winning the league grand final.

sons of bitches.

..and well......

noreply@blogger.com (yui) — Wed, 23 Aug 2006 13:06:00 +0000

Friday, 22nd July 2006...

verbal offer

resignation

formal offer

4 weeks - zoom zoom..

farewell lunch - friends

farewell lunch- work

farewell speech

farewell drinks - work

farewell drinks - friends

training day 1

training day 2

and...

then...

Wednesday, 23rd August 2006 8:30am.

so i get to my new building a little too early, i'm no eager beaver, so i sit around the block on a bench sipping a large soy mocha ($2.40 - cheap!). didn't want any cow-milk this morning incase my body couldn't fight the lactose, my body only sometimes wins the lactose war.

so i count the minutes 8:39am, the large soy mocha turned out to be craphouse (too hot, too soy-milky, $2.40 - not so cheap!) but i continue drinking it giving myself something to do before i call my would-be manager to let me in.

8:45am, i call and they let me in.

all of a sudden it's 12:30, luckily oportos' just around the corner, excellent! i thought, a familiar sight!

"regular bondi meal thanks!"

*gobble*

*slurp*

what happened? i thought, that went by rather quickly...

got my log on, so i logged on,

got given lots of reading material, so i read a little.

north sydney is nice and laid back, but it'll probably drive me insane, it's so businessey with chunks of school children during lunch and nothing that really interests me.

i attempt to navigate from the station all the way out to berry st and back to walker st through a labyrinth of cafes, pharmacies, more cafes, food court, cafe, food court, cafe, florist, cafe, cafe, cafe, small food court, big food court and a mini food court next door to my building.

oportos saved my life. i'll be eating there tomorrow i reckon.

and..... they use lotus notes, it's not bad, but it's an ugly mofo.

splish splash bzzzzT!

noreply@blogger.com (yui) — Wed, 05 Jul 2006 12:51:00 +0000

so, i find my inspiration either writing an entry during my work day or getting slightly intoxicated.

now,

i've had 3 beers after NSW suffered a come back defeat at the hands of the maroons. what a drag. i don't feel that much more inspired, but the state of my condition has urged me write this.

*sips*

a friend of mine took great offense when, during a conversation at an event called, "the orientation of a savvy lifestyle", that all accountants were boring, she being the accountant and all.

that's been a stereotype since the beginning of time, but being a pseudo accountant myself. i'm not qualified or anything but i do know my debits from my credits and being in the industry for the last 4 and a half years, i could see why it could change the most dynamic bad to the bone wild child mofo to a dull scarf knitting, scone eating, scrabble playing submissive............ being.

i'm at a crossroad in my career. the good news is, i've decided to move along, try something different, i'm probably not the most talented person this side of sydney, but i'll give it a red hot go. why not, like they all say, life's short, work hard and play harder.

the bad news is, i've realised i've been pigeon holed, branded an accountant with a lack of experience that'll make me a valuable asset in the chosen career that i've decided to switch over to.

job agencies tell me this all the time. 9 out of 10 agencies will try place you in a simular type of role, make themselves a quick buck. fortunately for me, i've stumbled onto an agency that kinda cares, or at least i think they do.

little steps, i tell myself, why swim in the deep end if you can't swim? i thought about this, when faced with dire consequences most people rise to the occassion and pull a rabbit out of their buttocks. eg QLD in the decider tonight against NSW.

Some of these bad ass roles i've been put forward for are ocean deep. What do you do? what do i do? focus! 'anything's achievable', i tell myself.

noreply@blogger.com (yui) — Wed, 21 Jun 2006 13:02:00 +0000

"so what are your remuneration expectations for this role, keeping in mind that you have no experience in this field of work"

well, let's aim for as much as they're willing to pay me.

so i tell her what kind of money i'm on and my willingness to forgo a handsome amount of money if i landed the job. so she scribbles this down, and before i left the agency i told her to put in brackets, O.N.O.

"O.N.O? what's that?" she asks.

"or near offer"

you mean, you've never read the trading post?

ever?

then on second thoughts, yeah that isn't very professional, how about just "negotiable"?

excellent.

so i was on my way, i should hear back from her soon.

taking over the world

noreply@blogger.com (yui) — Sun, 28 May 2006 13:58:00 +0000

i had a ploy, a plan to take over the world, it's in a perferated notebook sitting in the bottom of a box i packed away before i moved out. i only recently rediscovered this notebook, i'm in the process of implementing my taking over the world plan.

heed my words.

watch this space.

Congratulations

noreply@blogger.com (yui) — Mon, 08 May 2006 11:27:00 +0000

"what do you mean my degree's been revoked?!?!!?"

ahh all sorted...

finally safe in your own hands...

congratulations again mey, a long and arduous road, well deserved.

e

noreply@blogger.com (yui) — Mon, 01 May 2006 22:28:00 +0000

i've been logging onto ebay so much these days i can't keep count, scrumming through the tonnes upon tonnes of rubble to find a bargain or two. it's a cyber flea market, you might find bargains and total duds but the fun is in the rummaging.

all ears

noreply@blogger.com (yui) — Mon, 13 Mar 2006 03:25:00 +0000

john legend, from the few tracks that i've heard i think he lives up to the hype, imo.

anyways,

pick yourself up and dust youself off,

there's always someone worse off than yourself.

to the friend i've known since seventh grade, i know you don't understand how it's gone so horribly wrong, neither do i, i don't have the answers you're looking for, but for the sake of everyone who cares for you, please please look after yourself, take one day at a time, take one step at a time, please eat and try smile.