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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.

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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.

yeah, ok.

i'm ok.

debbie does dallas - the musical

for the money we paid i thought it was well spent, funny, well choreographed, highly recommended. no boobies though so 4 stars.

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.

view from our lodge @ thredbo - saturday morning


it was awesome.

snowboarding is awesome.

skiing looks girly, but i'm pretty sure that's awesome as well.

gone tomorrow back sunday

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.

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]

leftovers part 1 : fritters @ bills 2





leftovers part 2 : plates @ sushi train

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 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.

.bu..................r..............nnn....

looking for a new t-shirt?

look no further...



chop designs by ding!

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

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**


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i got a new phone

//edit

actually... don't take me off your list just yet, i'll be getting my number back.

edit//

hi everyone, i lost my phone. take me off your phone list.






FUCK!

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.

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oh yeah, a question to y'all out there:

which do you prefer? inspiring others? or being inspired?

don't commend me on this new layout, it was carefully chosen from a wide selection of templates provided by blogger.com

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...i feel that i needed a change, a clean slate in a blogger's world if you will...

yoyo

weighing up the pros and cons of different situations would more often than not help you come to a conclusive decision, at the moment there's some of that grey area, actually, a lot of that grey area that isn't THAT much of a problem, though i foresee it becoming one.

i shouldn't procrastinate.