Today, I found out that I'd been duped by the Matheson Library. I borrowed a whole bunch of books that I thought were about Hurricane Katrina. Turns out that they're mostly about black people. Not that they're not useful, but still. I'm kinda getting sick of reading about black people and segregation and all that. They're pretty big books after all.
I'm pretty disappointed with my work rate so far. I've written down one thing from the aforementioned books so far. And I've got Banh's BBQ tomorrow, Ambassador stuff the whole day on Wednesday and Friday, and two 21st's to go to on the weekend. Ah well. I'm sure I'll find a way to get through. I always do, more or less.
Word of the Day: Lies
Monday 28 September 2009
Saturday 26 September 2009
If I try to understand things, I may reach some understandings
People continually baffle me with their behaviour. But I can't really complain, because I sometimes baffle myself with my behaviour. So now, whenever it seems as though someone does something seemingly without a logical or even slightly plausible reason, I try to see things from where they're standing.
It works a lot of the time. Well, it works better than not doing it at all. At the very least, it gives you a certain sense of optimism, in that you believe that there is in fact a logical reason to their behaviour which originally made no sense at all. Where I come from (Footscray), they sometimes call this 'kidding yourself.'
In a sense, it is. But that's only if you screw it up, and there really is no logical reason behind why they're acting the way they are. Which is hard to confirm anyway, as you're hardly going to go up to them and ask them if your suspicions are correct. Which makes most of this post a null point. Just know that now I'm trying to think like girls think about peoples' behaviour, and I have found that it has quite a calming effect on me, in that I don't get down in the dumps every time someone treats me like dirt. I bounce back a lot quicker even if I do.
ANYWAY. Now that that suddenly thought up rant is over, a bit of filling in about the CA Careers Forum on Thursday.
On Thursday, headed out to the city with Davy and Imesha, and had coffee before the main event because we were 45 mins early, even though we'd already walked for about half an hour. Clearly it's all a conspiracy theory to get us to buy coffee in that building.
Overall, the event was fairly good, except for that fact that they didn't analyse my resume for me. And don't tell me I deserve the pain because I sent it in the night before. They just said to send it in before the day.
So we found out that marks aren't that important, but interviews sound scary. And I must say, we all look rather dashing in business attire. Attire. What a lovely word.
Word of the Day: Understanding
It works a lot of the time. Well, it works better than not doing it at all. At the very least, it gives you a certain sense of optimism, in that you believe that there is in fact a logical reason to their behaviour which originally made no sense at all. Where I come from (Footscray), they sometimes call this 'kidding yourself.'
In a sense, it is. But that's only if you screw it up, and there really is no logical reason behind why they're acting the way they are. Which is hard to confirm anyway, as you're hardly going to go up to them and ask them if your suspicions are correct. Which makes most of this post a null point. Just know that now I'm trying to think like girls think about peoples' behaviour, and I have found that it has quite a calming effect on me, in that I don't get down in the dumps every time someone treats me like dirt. I bounce back a lot quicker even if I do.
ANYWAY. Now that that suddenly thought up rant is over, a bit of filling in about the CA Careers Forum on Thursday.
On Thursday, headed out to the city with Davy and Imesha, and had coffee before the main event because we were 45 mins early, even though we'd already walked for about half an hour. Clearly it's all a conspiracy theory to get us to buy coffee in that building.
Overall, the event was fairly good, except for that fact that they didn't analyse my resume for me. And don't tell me I deserve the pain because I sent it in the night before. They just said to send it in before the day.
So we found out that marks aren't that important, but interviews sound scary. And I must say, we all look rather dashing in business attire. Attire. What a lovely word.
Word of the Day: Understanding
Wednesday 23 September 2009
What UP!
Our tute's disaster movie was the best. Hands down. And for some strange reason, I got a starring role, and looked better on camera than I expected. My acting, however, is somewhat not up to scratch. I was half-smiling while an earthquake was supposedly happening. Which makes the decision to put me in a starring non-speaking role all the more puzzling. Must be my photogenic looks.
The one that actually won was filmed Lego-style. It was just pure funny. Didn't even make sense, and I couldn't hear what was going on most of the time. Probably not much going on anyway.
Speaking of movies, this is an awesome linking sentence.
Today, I saw UP! with my sisters, seeing as they had begged me non-stop for the last five months. Not that I didn't want to go with them. But I'm a busy, busy man.
So went down to Village at Glen after MGMT tute today, and saw UP!.
All in all, a pretty top movie. A tad overrated. But then again, so was the Dark Knight.
Plot was fairly predictable, but plots of most Pixar films are. I don't think you're supposed to watch them for the plot, but for the process of rendering the plot. A very good effort in that respect. As always from Pixar, beautifully rendered animation and a good score. Characters, as usual, were delightful. Wouldn't mind seeing it again. Depends on who asks though.
Back to uni today. I think I fair failed the French test, owing to the fact that I did about 15 mins of study for it. Management essay gets in the way of not only French study, but life in general. On the upside, no more assessments for management. On the downside, a bazillion assignments due after the break. Fun times ahead.
CA Career Development Forum tomorrow. Highlight: Suit and tie. What a boring life I lead.
Word of the Day: UP!
The one that actually won was filmed Lego-style. It was just pure funny. Didn't even make sense, and I couldn't hear what was going on most of the time. Probably not much going on anyway.
Speaking of movies, this is an awesome linking sentence.
Today, I saw UP! with my sisters, seeing as they had begged me non-stop for the last five months. Not that I didn't want to go with them. But I'm a busy, busy man.
So went down to Village at Glen after MGMT tute today, and saw UP!.
All in all, a pretty top movie. A tad overrated. But then again, so was the Dark Knight.
Plot was fairly predictable, but plots of most Pixar films are. I don't think you're supposed to watch them for the plot, but for the process of rendering the plot. A very good effort in that respect. As always from Pixar, beautifully rendered animation and a good score. Characters, as usual, were delightful. Wouldn't mind seeing it again. Depends on who asks though.
Back to uni today. I think I fair failed the French test, owing to the fact that I did about 15 mins of study for it. Management essay gets in the way of not only French study, but life in general. On the upside, no more assessments for management. On the downside, a bazillion assignments due after the break. Fun times ahead.
CA Career Development Forum tomorrow. Highlight: Suit and tie. What a boring life I lead.
Word of the Day: UP!
Sunday 20 September 2009
Don't even try G, you ain't got nothin' on me
I am such a rebel.
On Friday night, I smoked a bit of cigar.
Pretty much tasted like burning tea leaves, with a stronger after-taste. Better than cigarettes, I think, not that I've had them before, but not completely bad tasting. Still, probably would not try it again. Unless it was a $3000 Cuban cigar given to me by one of my lawyer friends in the future.
Oh, by the way, the one's Botros and Simon were smoking were $12 for five from 7-11. Real high-class stuff there.
Meng was getting all into it though. I wouldn't be surprised if he went and got some for himself afterwards.
I should rewind a bit. Just so you know where the hell all this happened.
So it was Orrin's birthday party on Friday night. Me, being the astute and meticulous planner that I am, devised a masterplan. For my transportation to his place, that is.
The plan was that Orrin would arrive at Monash at 11, come to my Accounting lecture with me, perhaps meet some people, then leave the joint at 12 to go to Chaddy and buy some stuff and gossip about...things.
The plan screwed up at the first step. To cut a very, very long and expensive story short, Orrin got there at about quarter past 11, I was late to my lecture, we ended up meeting 0 people. The only part that went right was the going to Chaddy at 12 bit. Oh, and laughing at the New Zeland licturer the whole time.
So there we were at Chaddy. We had lunch, went to Koko Black to buy some ridiculously priced drinks (like, really exorbitant pricing), then went to Coles to buy ginger beer "which nobody would drink". Everyone drank ginger beer that night.
After that, we got back in the car. For some reason, Orrin decided to turn on his windscreen wipers. Maybe where he comes from you turn them on when it's sunny outside. Who knows. In between all of this, we talk about everything from weather to girls to why Kanye is such a tool.
So we kip on down to Southland to find some of the hard stuff. After walking back and forth between K Liquor and Liquorland about a million times, we ended deciding to go back to K Liquor anyway, which is what I suggested in the first place. This was where, according to Orrin, the most exciting part of the day happened.
See, there was this alright-looking girl at the counter. Ok, so she was better than alright. And she had a nice smile. And presumably you know how I have a thing for girls with nice smiles.
ANYWAY. So Orrin decided that we needed many cases of beer. He's like "here, slave, carry these while I select some more," so I go "Screw you, I'll put some on the counter first." This was the platform for me to make my first witty remark of the session.
I put one case on the counter, and Countergirl goes "Is that all for today?" or something along those lines. And I go, "Nah, there's still much more to come." Which, for some inexplicable reason, she found amusing.
So I go back, and help the New Zealander with his alcohol. So we ended up with a total of 24 beers. And then Countergirl goes "Is that all for today?" And here's the "punchline." Me, being hilarious and geniusticious in my humour, says (this deserves a whole line to itself):
"Yeah, I think that'll be enough. 12 for me, and 12 for this guy."
Ok, so it was fairly funny at the time. I wouldn't say it was the funniest thing I've ever said. Not by a long shot, if you know anything about me at all. She found it immensely funny. Actually, I don't very clearly remember what happened, but Orrin informs me that she found it immensely funny. And Orrin found it funny.
So apparently (I don't actually know why I have no recollection of this event) she started chatting me up. According to Orrin. Who is always reliable. So blah, blah, blah, have a great night guys. We get in the car, and Mr. Hindsight says, "Man, you should've asked her to MY party." Why the hell would I ask someone to YOUR party man? Whatever Orrin tells you I said after that is pure conjecture and fabrication, and has no truth in it whatsoever. I did not complain about missed opportunities in the slightest.
So we got to his house, blah blah blah. Key points were me setting up music, me showing Orrin how to fill up his tank (even though I've never driven with my Ps on - go figure), me fetching his girlfriend from the train station, and me doing stuff.
Meng arrived, we talked for about 30 seconds. Other people came, we lit a bonfire, got to know other people. More people arrived, night fell, Botros gave me a cigar to try, Meng puffed at it all night, we played Mafia, everybody except me and Meng sucked, Priscilla and Henrick came later, they danced, I brooded about things, played poker, lost to Botros, played Wii, slept for four hours, woke up, played Wii again. All in all, had a good time, and I have never seen a person blow out candles in such a creative way. The man clapped them out. Well done, you tool. Happy 19th.
I think it's time for me to talk about Westgate (ha, geddit? Kanye West? West-gate? Westgate Bridge? Forget it. I think I'll just stick to Kanye West Interruption.)
I found it hilarious. I mean, sure, he was a bit of a tool, and completely unreasonable for doing what he did, but still. It was funny. To be honest, Taylor Swift annoys the hell out of me. She didn't deserve to get served like that, but she could've at least put up a better show of defending herself.
"Yo Meng, I'm really happy for you, imma letchoo finish, but Andrew has one of the best jokes of all time. Of all time!"
Sorry, just couldn't resist slipping a reference there. No hard feelings Meng.
Word of the Day: Cigar
On Friday night, I smoked a bit of cigar.
Pretty much tasted like burning tea leaves, with a stronger after-taste. Better than cigarettes, I think, not that I've had them before, but not completely bad tasting. Still, probably would not try it again. Unless it was a $3000 Cuban cigar given to me by one of my lawyer friends in the future.
Oh, by the way, the one's Botros and Simon were smoking were $12 for five from 7-11. Real high-class stuff there.
Meng was getting all into it though. I wouldn't be surprised if he went and got some for himself afterwards.
I should rewind a bit. Just so you know where the hell all this happened.
So it was Orrin's birthday party on Friday night. Me, being the astute and meticulous planner that I am, devised a masterplan. For my transportation to his place, that is.
The plan was that Orrin would arrive at Monash at 11, come to my Accounting lecture with me, perhaps meet some people, then leave the joint at 12 to go to Chaddy and buy some stuff and gossip about...things.
The plan screwed up at the first step. To cut a very, very long and expensive story short, Orrin got there at about quarter past 11, I was late to my lecture, we ended up meeting 0 people. The only part that went right was the going to Chaddy at 12 bit. Oh, and laughing at the New Zeland licturer the whole time.
So there we were at Chaddy. We had lunch, went to Koko Black to buy some ridiculously priced drinks (like, really exorbitant pricing), then went to Coles to buy ginger beer "which nobody would drink". Everyone drank ginger beer that night.
After that, we got back in the car. For some reason, Orrin decided to turn on his windscreen wipers. Maybe where he comes from you turn them on when it's sunny outside. Who knows. In between all of this, we talk about everything from weather to girls to why Kanye is such a tool.
So we kip on down to Southland to find some of the hard stuff. After walking back and forth between K Liquor and Liquorland about a million times, we ended deciding to go back to K Liquor anyway, which is what I suggested in the first place. This was where, according to Orrin, the most exciting part of the day happened.
See, there was this alright-looking girl at the counter. Ok, so she was better than alright. And she had a nice smile. And presumably you know how I have a thing for girls with nice smiles.
ANYWAY. So Orrin decided that we needed many cases of beer. He's like "here, slave, carry these while I select some more," so I go "Screw you, I'll put some on the counter first." This was the platform for me to make my first witty remark of the session.
I put one case on the counter, and Countergirl goes "Is that all for today?" or something along those lines. And I go, "Nah, there's still much more to come." Which, for some inexplicable reason, she found amusing.
So I go back, and help the New Zealander with his alcohol. So we ended up with a total of 24 beers. And then Countergirl goes "Is that all for today?" And here's the "punchline." Me, being hilarious and geniusticious in my humour, says (this deserves a whole line to itself):
"Yeah, I think that'll be enough. 12 for me, and 12 for this guy."
Ok, so it was fairly funny at the time. I wouldn't say it was the funniest thing I've ever said. Not by a long shot, if you know anything about me at all. She found it immensely funny. Actually, I don't very clearly remember what happened, but Orrin informs me that she found it immensely funny. And Orrin found it funny.
So apparently (I don't actually know why I have no recollection of this event) she started chatting me up. According to Orrin. Who is always reliable. So blah, blah, blah, have a great night guys. We get in the car, and Mr. Hindsight says, "Man, you should've asked her to MY party." Why the hell would I ask someone to YOUR party man? Whatever Orrin tells you I said after that is pure conjecture and fabrication, and has no truth in it whatsoever. I did not complain about missed opportunities in the slightest.
So we got to his house, blah blah blah. Key points were me setting up music, me showing Orrin how to fill up his tank (even though I've never driven with my Ps on - go figure), me fetching his girlfriend from the train station, and me doing stuff.
Meng arrived, we talked for about 30 seconds. Other people came, we lit a bonfire, got to know other people. More people arrived, night fell, Botros gave me a cigar to try, Meng puffed at it all night, we played Mafia, everybody except me and Meng sucked, Priscilla and Henrick came later, they danced, I brooded about things, played poker, lost to Botros, played Wii, slept for four hours, woke up, played Wii again. All in all, had a good time, and I have never seen a person blow out candles in such a creative way. The man clapped them out. Well done, you tool. Happy 19th.
I think it's time for me to talk about Westgate (ha, geddit? Kanye West? West-gate? Westgate Bridge? Forget it. I think I'll just stick to Kanye West Interruption.)
I found it hilarious. I mean, sure, he was a bit of a tool, and completely unreasonable for doing what he did, but still. It was funny. To be honest, Taylor Swift annoys the hell out of me. She didn't deserve to get served like that, but she could've at least put up a better show of defending herself.
"Yo Meng, I'm really happy for you, imma letchoo finish, but Andrew has one of the best jokes of all time. Of all time!"
Sorry, just couldn't resist slipping a reference there. No hard feelings Meng.
Word of the Day: Cigar
Thursday 17 September 2009
If I Ain't Got You
Some people want it all
But I don't want nothing at all
If it ain't you baby
If I ain't got you baby
Lately, I've been listening what the experts call 'sissy music.' Alicia Keys, Jeff Buckley, Usher, Jamie Cullum.
I've especially taken a liking to Alicia Keys 'Songs in A Minor'. It's very chill and smooth. 'Diary of Alicia Keys' has a jazzy twist to it, which I like. Her voice is also very top notch, which I think is very important. I've actually had these songs for a while, but never properly listened to them.
You probably think I'm mellowing out in my old age. And you're right to a certain extent. Random pangs of loneliness and perceived isolation, and all that.
But you're mostly wrong. Because interspersed with these distinctly chill and sometimes depressing songs, I've started listening to gangsta rap again. Tupac, Jay-Z, not-so-gangsta-and-a-very-big-jerk Kanye West, and NWA.
A big shout-out to Tupac's 'My Block.' Pretty depressing stuff.
Also, the other day, I almost got into an altercation with two guys in the law library for looking down at me, but from below. If you get my meaning. You know, like staring someone down, but upwards. They were shorter than me, if that helps you understand. If you don't, just forget it. Just know that I almost got into a fight. Almost.
Maybe I'm becoming a cranky old man.
Anyway, exam timetable. It is, as the French say, "comme çi, comme ça." That approximately means "So-so." I still don't know why I had to say it in French.
Accounting is on the 3rd of November. Then management and French are on the same day on the 11th. And for both of those exams, my table number is 007. Score. So should do well if I combine it with my Monash login, ahua7, and my rugby top, A. Huang 7.
So the plan is to study accounting maximally, then cram management, and not worry too much about French.
Where's the other exam gone, I hear you ask?
Well, International Studies involves an essay and a test, which are worth a combined total of 70%. So it just depends on what you like more. Exams, or endless assignments?
Word of the Day: Keys
But I don't want nothing at all
If it ain't you baby
If I ain't got you baby
Lately, I've been listening what the experts call 'sissy music.' Alicia Keys, Jeff Buckley, Usher, Jamie Cullum.
I've especially taken a liking to Alicia Keys 'Songs in A Minor'. It's very chill and smooth. 'Diary of Alicia Keys' has a jazzy twist to it, which I like. Her voice is also very top notch, which I think is very important. I've actually had these songs for a while, but never properly listened to them.
You probably think I'm mellowing out in my old age. And you're right to a certain extent. Random pangs of loneliness and perceived isolation, and all that.
But you're mostly wrong. Because interspersed with these distinctly chill and sometimes depressing songs, I've started listening to gangsta rap again. Tupac, Jay-Z, not-so-gangsta-and-a-very-big-jerk Kanye West, and NWA.
A big shout-out to Tupac's 'My Block.' Pretty depressing stuff.
Also, the other day, I almost got into an altercation with two guys in the law library for looking down at me, but from below. If you get my meaning. You know, like staring someone down, but upwards. They were shorter than me, if that helps you understand. If you don't, just forget it. Just know that I almost got into a fight. Almost.
Maybe I'm becoming a cranky old man.
Anyway, exam timetable. It is, as the French say, "comme çi, comme ça." That approximately means "So-so." I still don't know why I had to say it in French.
Accounting is on the 3rd of November. Then management and French are on the same day on the 11th. And for both of those exams, my table number is 007. Score. So should do well if I combine it with my Monash login, ahua7, and my rugby top, A. Huang 7.
So the plan is to study accounting maximally, then cram management, and not worry too much about French.
Where's the other exam gone, I hear you ask?
Well, International Studies involves an essay and a test, which are worth a combined total of 70%. So it just depends on what you like more. Exams, or endless assignments?
Word of the Day: Keys
Wednesday 16 September 2009
Witnessing failure
Last night, I was a witness for the witness examination thing. I was partnered with the great James Cheng. Or, he was partnered with me, depending on your perspective and your view of who is more important.
We lost. Hence the title.
Oh my, I am a pun machine. Pun after pun after pun.
At least he wasn't late this time. That would've been a debacle.
Anyway, back to last night. I thought I pulled off my part pretty well. I reckon I was a pretty convincing French teacher/non-stalker. Even though James was supposed to...um...protect me, there were a few moments when I felt an urge to defend myself. Damn stupid personality flaws.
But well done to Sammmy and Amy, henceforth known as the Dynamic Duo, for making it into the next round.
I thought we beat the other guy. But it's done on some dodgy point system. And our judge was like "I'm marking you guys more harshly than usual. And I don't know why."
I would also like to ponder about why all my assignments and tests seem to be due at the same time. Every single time. It makes an otherwise great semester a bit of a drag. Well, management does that too. But mainly everything due at the same time.
Word of the Day: Witness
We lost. Hence the title.
Oh my, I am a pun machine. Pun after pun after pun.
At least he wasn't late this time. That would've been a debacle.
Anyway, back to last night. I thought I pulled off my part pretty well. I reckon I was a pretty convincing French teacher/non-stalker. Even though James was supposed to...um...protect me, there were a few moments when I felt an urge to defend myself. Damn stupid personality flaws.
But well done to Sammmy and Amy, henceforth known as the Dynamic Duo, for making it into the next round.
I thought we beat the other guy. But it's done on some dodgy point system. And our judge was like "I'm marking you guys more harshly than usual. And I don't know why."
I would also like to ponder about why all my assignments and tests seem to be due at the same time. Every single time. It makes an otherwise great semester a bit of a drag. Well, management does that too. But mainly everything due at the same time.
Word of the Day: Witness
Tuesday 15 September 2009
Fed up with the Federeration
As predicted, the decision to ban Eduardo has been reversed, the reason basically being what I've maintained all along: that it wasn't a clear-cut dive, and that he didn't ask for a penalty.
On to more ridiculousness: the banning of Chelsea for two transfer windows. This seems very harsh and disproportional to the crime. It's not like they stole the boy from the other team.
And on a (very, very) slightly related note. Federer.
He lost, in case you haven't noticed. I certainly have, what with the Facebook status update spammage. I'm sure he's a great guy and all, but really, surely del Potro isn't the evil devil-jerk that eats babies for breakfast that everyone makes him out to be. I mean, for crying out loud, it wasn't even a milestone. This one would've just been "Yay, now he's got another one to add to his collection of 5 billion other trophies." Surely, if del Potro can get into the final, and muster up the courage and skill to be able to beat someone who is world number one, "the greatest player of our age, or maybe, of all time, and always will be, is close to Godly, and a hottie to boot", surely he deserves it. Maybe, just maybe, Federer deserved to lose because he wasn't playing as well. I think that's more or less how tennis works. In other sports, you can maybe blame luck. In tennis, over five sets, or even three, it's very hard.
Well done del Potro. Don't let all these haters cramp your style. I, for one, am a fan of your lanky frame and slightly awkward style of playing. Even though you beat Nadal, you ended up beating Federer, so it's all good really.
Word of the Day: Federer
On to more ridiculousness: the banning of Chelsea for two transfer windows. This seems very harsh and disproportional to the crime. It's not like they stole the boy from the other team.
And on a (very, very) slightly related note. Federer.
He lost, in case you haven't noticed. I certainly have, what with the Facebook status update spammage. I'm sure he's a great guy and all, but really, surely del Potro isn't the evil devil-jerk that eats babies for breakfast that everyone makes him out to be. I mean, for crying out loud, it wasn't even a milestone. This one would've just been "Yay, now he's got another one to add to his collection of 5 billion other trophies." Surely, if del Potro can get into the final, and muster up the courage and skill to be able to beat someone who is world number one, "the greatest player of our age, or maybe, of all time, and always will be, is close to Godly, and a hottie to boot", surely he deserves it. Maybe, just maybe, Federer deserved to lose because he wasn't playing as well. I think that's more or less how tennis works. In other sports, you can maybe blame luck. In tennis, over five sets, or even three, it's very hard.
Well done del Potro. Don't let all these haters cramp your style. I, for one, am a fan of your lanky frame and slightly awkward style of playing. Even though you beat Nadal, you ended up beating Federer, so it's all good really.
Word of the Day: Federer
Monday 14 September 2009
Disaster in the Menzies!
Today, we filmed a disaster movie. In the Menzies.
No, this wasn't for Media. It's International Studies. Go figure.
Basically, our unit's about disasters, so we're making it seem like there's an earthquake under the Menzies building. Apparently I put in a stellar performance, but I won't get to see it until next Monday.
We caused a ridiculous amount of mayhem and madness. We hijacked in elevator, blocked up stairways, stole a fire hydrant, injured ourselves and ran into strangers. Would've been awesome fun if I had known absolutely anybody in my tute. Not that it wasn't fun. I just had to keep it bottled up inside, which makes it less fun.
Anyway, I just figured out that I'm going to have to attend a gazillion parties within the next month. Assuming I'm invited (ha ha ha). Which is not a bad thing. In fact, it's a good thing. I just need to plan ahead a bit more. And work a lot harder. And earn more money. And possibly steal a car to get places. Fun times ahead. Watch this space.
Word of the Day: Menzies
No, this wasn't for Media. It's International Studies. Go figure.
Basically, our unit's about disasters, so we're making it seem like there's an earthquake under the Menzies building. Apparently I put in a stellar performance, but I won't get to see it until next Monday.
We caused a ridiculous amount of mayhem and madness. We hijacked in elevator, blocked up stairways, stole a fire hydrant, injured ourselves and ran into strangers. Would've been awesome fun if I had known absolutely anybody in my tute. Not that it wasn't fun. I just had to keep it bottled up inside, which makes it less fun.
Anyway, I just figured out that I'm going to have to attend a gazillion parties within the next month. Assuming I'm invited (ha ha ha). Which is not a bad thing. In fact, it's a good thing. I just need to plan ahead a bit more. And work a lot harder. And earn more money. And possibly steal a car to get places. Fun times ahead. Watch this space.
Word of the Day: Menzies
Sunday 13 September 2009
Ray's 19th...but not really
Ok, so this was ultra-confusing. But awesomely so.
The 'Ambassadors' had dinner tonight, minus a few non-essentials *cough*Meng*cough*. The occasion was the ambiguous part. Was it for Ray's birthday? Was it a random gathering of Ambassadors? Was it a chance to ditch Meng and talk behind his back? Was it a GMC meeting over drinks?
In truth, I think it was a combination of all of the above.
It was great. I think the only blight upon the night (ha, rhymes) was James being late. God, I hate waiting for that guy. It was raining too. Now everybody knows the truth, James. That's what you get for lying to everybody.
So we met up with Stef with an F at MC, Moonwalked our way towards Ray and into the restaurant on Lonsdale (I think).
Dinner happened, craziness, hilarity and laughter ensued. The waiters were hilarious. Hayley asked for the cake and sparklers to go with it. He thought we wanted speakers. We said no.
So then he brought the cake out. Turns out to be the wrong one. And he'd lit the candle and everything. Poor cake.
Ray cut up the cake into elephant-sized pieces, presumably because he could eat that much in one go. Elephant-sized, as in each piece was the size of an elephant, not as in elephant bite-sized.
Needless to say, my assumption was wrong, Ray couldn't finish his five pieces of cake, so I asked for a box. The girl gave me a box with an over-sized lid. So the logical thing to do, instead of giving us a lid that went over the box, was, of course, to Glad-Wrap it. Duh.
The train ride home was good fun. The car trip back home was dangerous and slightly illegal, yet oddly thrilling. I think I'm hooked on speeding now. Thanks a lot Anna. Oh, and thanks for the lift.
I think I'll try and organise a poker night next. Problem is, my dog is a bit wacko. I'll try and get something sorted out. In the meantime, Elena and James can organise the road trip. Should do this again sometime.
Oh, and Happy 19th Birthday Ray. Again.
Word of the Day: Late
The 'Ambassadors' had dinner tonight, minus a few non-essentials *cough*Meng*cough*. The occasion was the ambiguous part. Was it for Ray's birthday? Was it a random gathering of Ambassadors? Was it a chance to ditch Meng and talk behind his back? Was it a GMC meeting over drinks?
In truth, I think it was a combination of all of the above.
It was great. I think the only blight upon the night (ha, rhymes) was James being late. God, I hate waiting for that guy. It was raining too. Now everybody knows the truth, James. That's what you get for lying to everybody.
So we met up with Stef with an F at MC, Moonwalked our way towards Ray and into the restaurant on Lonsdale (I think).
Dinner happened, craziness, hilarity and laughter ensued. The waiters were hilarious. Hayley asked for the cake and sparklers to go with it. He thought we wanted speakers. We said no.
So then he brought the cake out. Turns out to be the wrong one. And he'd lit the candle and everything. Poor cake.
Ray cut up the cake into elephant-sized pieces, presumably because he could eat that much in one go. Elephant-sized, as in each piece was the size of an elephant, not as in elephant bite-sized.
Needless to say, my assumption was wrong, Ray couldn't finish his five pieces of cake, so I asked for a box. The girl gave me a box with an over-sized lid. So the logical thing to do, instead of giving us a lid that went over the box, was, of course, to Glad-Wrap it. Duh.
The train ride home was good fun. The car trip back home was dangerous and slightly illegal, yet oddly thrilling. I think I'm hooked on speeding now. Thanks a lot Anna. Oh, and thanks for the lift.
I think I'll try and organise a poker night next. Problem is, my dog is a bit wacko. I'll try and get something sorted out. In the meantime, Elena and James can organise the road trip. Should do this again sometime.
Oh, and Happy 19th Birthday Ray. Again.
Word of the Day: Late
Saturday 12 September 2009
Ninja stars...that you can eat!
Handing out pastry ninja stars was the highlight of my week. That pretty much sums up how eventful it was. I mean, I didn't even get given ninja stars, I was doing the giving, and that was the most exciting thing. Ah, the simple joys of life.
The parties/events are coming thick and fast now. Funny how it coincides with busy work periods. Not entirely unexpected. It's my own fault for knowing people of which 90% have birthdays in the latter half of the year.
It's gonna be an awesome two months, and would be made even awesommer if I were to pass the accounting midsem. Please, please let me pass. Not that it matters that much, but my pride and dignity is at stake. Please. I worked hard for it, I don't know why I did that badly. I'm a good person (deep down). Please let me pass.
I don't know who I'm asking to let me pass. God I guess. Not that He would find my blog remotely interesting or informative.
Dinner with Ambassadors should be a blast tomorrow night. Hopefully safety in numbers in the city eh?
Word of the Day: Partay
The parties/events are coming thick and fast now. Funny how it coincides with busy work periods. Not entirely unexpected. It's my own fault for knowing people of which 90% have birthdays in the latter half of the year.
It's gonna be an awesome two months, and would be made even awesommer if I were to pass the accounting midsem. Please, please let me pass. Not that it matters that much, but my pride and dignity is at stake. Please. I worked hard for it, I don't know why I did that badly. I'm a good person (deep down). Please let me pass.
I don't know who I'm asking to let me pass. God I guess. Not that He would find my blog remotely interesting or informative.
Dinner with Ambassadors should be a blast tomorrow night. Hopefully safety in numbers in the city eh?
Word of the Day: Partay
Thursday 10 September 2009
Wo shi fob
Sometimes I wish I was more of a fob. That way, I'd fit the archetypal Asian cast, and people wouldn't be surprised at me stringing a coherent chain of words together.
Also, people seem to like fobs. I don't know why. I mean, I don't know why people seem to like them more. Maybe they find the accent cute. Who knows.
This also relates back to my racial insecurity. When I go out, I subconsciously make sure I'm better than average. Behaviour-wise. Because if I do something morally suspect, people will be like, "Oh, he's Asian, of course he's not going to give up his seat for a pregnant lady." Hard to blame them, really. People generally like to typecast. It simplifies things, and dehumanises people, which makes it so much easier to hate.
I don't know where I'm going with this, or why I started writing this. Australians in general are very good people, and not racist. But there are those that are, and they're jerks, and we probably shouldn't waste time on them anyway.
Word of the Day: Fob
Also, people seem to like fobs. I don't know why. I mean, I don't know why people seem to like them more. Maybe they find the accent cute. Who knows.
This also relates back to my racial insecurity. When I go out, I subconsciously make sure I'm better than average. Behaviour-wise. Because if I do something morally suspect, people will be like, "Oh, he's Asian, of course he's not going to give up his seat for a pregnant lady." Hard to blame them, really. People generally like to typecast. It simplifies things, and dehumanises people, which makes it so much easier to hate.
I don't know where I'm going with this, or why I started writing this. Australians in general are very good people, and not racist. But there are those that are, and they're jerks, and we probably shouldn't waste time on them anyway.
Word of the Day: Fob
Monday 7 September 2009
It means a lot to me
I keep laughing at my 9:30 starts on Mondays. It's my latest start for the entire week. All my other starts are at 9. I laugh at it, but that extra half an hour actually means a lot to me.
Like my friends telling me about things. You know, things that are going on. Keeping me in the loop. That means a lot to me.
People saying 'Hi' and people saying 'Bye.' Actually acknowledging my existence. That means a lot to me.
Friends calling, Facebooking or MSNing me randomly. Just to chat. Or maybe to thank me for something. That means a lot to me.
Randoms that I like trying to become friends with me. Actually making a conscious effort. That means a lot to me.
Moments spent mucking around and talking with friends. That means a lot to me.
People giving me a chance beyond the first five minutes of initial contact. That means a hell of a lot to me.
People appreciating the effort that you put into helping them, or just doing something. That means a lot to me.
People caring about whether you're dead or alive, in Africa or at home. Sounds stupid, but it means a lot to me when people show that they care.
Just so that this doesn't become an overly introspective, corny and personalised piece, you tell me what's important or means a lot to you. Doing that would mean a lot to me too.
Word of the Day: Tangent
Like my friends telling me about things. You know, things that are going on. Keeping me in the loop. That means a lot to me.
People saying 'Hi' and people saying 'Bye.' Actually acknowledging my existence. That means a lot to me.
Friends calling, Facebooking or MSNing me randomly. Just to chat. Or maybe to thank me for something. That means a lot to me.
Randoms that I like trying to become friends with me. Actually making a conscious effort. That means a lot to me.
Moments spent mucking around and talking with friends. That means a lot to me.
People giving me a chance beyond the first five minutes of initial contact. That means a hell of a lot to me.
People appreciating the effort that you put into helping them, or just doing something. That means a lot to me.
People caring about whether you're dead or alive, in Africa or at home. Sounds stupid, but it means a lot to me when people show that they care.
Just so that this doesn't become an overly introspective, corny and personalised piece, you tell me what's important or means a lot to you. Doing that would mean a lot to me too.
Word of the Day: Tangent
Sunday 6 September 2009
Spot the irony
Bet you can't find it.
I'll set the scene first. It'll take about two seconds, so bear with me.
Orrin and I were playing Scrabble, and this is what he said after he spelled 'FOB' on the board:
Orrin - make your own destiny :) says:
> i could say the opposite
> haha
> OFB
> FOB*
If you can't spot it, it's probably because you don't understand the syntax of the above extract. For clarification, the > means new sentence, and the * means correction. Stupid new MSN. Geddit now? Now you can laugh.
Anyway, today was a strange day. Saw many, many people. But I did not see that girl from Microeconomics tute, first semester last year, outside the Matheson Library. Ok, now I'm just going to call her X. But not a bad day. Certainly right up there with the best.
Word of the Day: X
Word of the Day: Irony
I'll set the scene first. It'll take about two seconds, so bear with me.
Orrin and I were playing Scrabble, and this is what he said after he spelled 'FOB' on the board:
Orrin - make your own destiny :) says:
> i could say the opposite
> haha
> OFB
> FOB*
If you can't spot it, it's probably because you don't understand the syntax of the above extract. For clarification, the > means new sentence, and the * means correction. Stupid new MSN. Geddit now? Now you can laugh.
Anyway, today was a strange day. Saw many, many people. But I did not see that girl from Microeconomics tute, first semester last year, outside the Matheson Library. Ok, now I'm just going to call her X. But not a bad day. Certainly right up there with the best.
Word of the Day: X
Word of the Day: Irony
Saturday 5 September 2009
Salvation for those that hate flowers (and their friends)
Just to clarify about last post, I'm kind of over the crush. Kind of. I have pretty much moved on. Except it's been on my mind lately, for some inexplicable reason. Probably a combination of too much Maroon 5 and coffee. And sometimes, for extra craziness, both at the same time! I live life on the edge.
Today was mad. Went to the market down in Yarra Valley and bought some stuff. Discovered an awesome gift to buy people that don't like flowers. A bit pricey, but not something I couldn't create with my craftsmanship.
What was almost highlight of the day was the busker there over-hearing my sister go "OMG, he has a guitar! I hope he plays Oasis!" and accordingly doing so. Just to keep you in the loop, he played 'Songbird' and 'Wonderwall'. Two of the nicest songs by Oasis, and executed very well by Buskerman. Definitely in the top 10. Props to Buskerman, and applause all around.
I want a guitar. I had my friend's for a while, to strum around with, but I didn't really put much effort into playing it, which I regret now. It's weird though. Even though I haven't played for about half a year, I pretty much remember what I learnt up to. Guitar and me = natural affinity. Oh em gee, I can write poetry.
Word of the Day: Buskerman
Today was mad. Went to the market down in Yarra Valley and bought some stuff. Discovered an awesome gift to buy people that don't like flowers. A bit pricey, but not something I couldn't create with my craftsmanship.
What was almost highlight of the day was the busker there over-hearing my sister go "OMG, he has a guitar! I hope he plays Oasis!" and accordingly doing so. Just to keep you in the loop, he played 'Songbird' and 'Wonderwall'. Two of the nicest songs by Oasis, and executed very well by Buskerman. Definitely in the top 10. Props to Buskerman, and applause all around.
I want a guitar. I had my friend's for a while, to strum around with, but I didn't really put much effort into playing it, which I regret now. It's weird though. Even though I haven't played for about half a year, I pretty much remember what I learnt up to. Guitar and me = natural affinity. Oh em gee, I can write poetry.
Word of the Day: Buskerman
Friday 4 September 2009
Crushed by a crush. I'm so good at wordplay.
I do believe that I have found a unique type of pain.
There is no pain like the pain of knowing you have missed an opportunity.
It's stupid. Seriously. I mean, it was stupid little crush at the start of last year. But it's been bugging me quite a bit lately. I don't know why. Maybe it's because we kinda clicked. It was weird.
At first, I tried to talk to her, and she kinda ignored me.
Then, a few weeks later, she tried to talk to me, and I kinda ignored her.
You can see where this is going.
And, when we see each other around, it's like an avoid eye contact competition. I may be imagining things (I do it quite a lot), but there may be something there.
Ah well. All may not be lost. She does Arts/Commerce too. And maybe management this sem. But, of course, in the other lecture, where everyone cool seems to be. Except Claudia, who only turns up to my one because I'm there. Thanks Claudia.
But yeah. I have a suspicion that she may turn up in Accounting next year. Because that's how Arts/Commerce works. Maybe.
The problem with popular people is that they're always flanked by a bazillion friends/acquaintances/bodyguards. Which makes them slightly unapproachable.
Plan B: do something freaking awesome, like win Australian Idol. Or even come second. Ah, what an icebreaker that would be.
Or maybe something more achievable. Like owning a Ferrari. Or a Lamborghini. Either of them would do nicely as a conversation piece. I'm not too fussed about which one.
Word of the Day: Missed
There is no pain like the pain of knowing you have missed an opportunity.
It's stupid. Seriously. I mean, it was stupid little crush at the start of last year. But it's been bugging me quite a bit lately. I don't know why. Maybe it's because we kinda clicked. It was weird.
At first, I tried to talk to her, and she kinda ignored me.
Then, a few weeks later, she tried to talk to me, and I kinda ignored her.
You can see where this is going.
And, when we see each other around, it's like an avoid eye contact competition. I may be imagining things (I do it quite a lot), but there may be something there.
Ah well. All may not be lost. She does Arts/Commerce too. And maybe management this sem. But, of course, in the other lecture, where everyone cool seems to be. Except Claudia, who only turns up to my one because I'm there. Thanks Claudia.
But yeah. I have a suspicion that she may turn up in Accounting next year. Because that's how Arts/Commerce works. Maybe.
The problem with popular people is that they're always flanked by a bazillion friends/acquaintances/bodyguards. Which makes them slightly unapproachable.
Plan B: do something freaking awesome, like win Australian Idol. Or even come second. Ah, what an icebreaker that would be.
Or maybe something more achievable. Like owning a Ferrari. Or a Lamborghini. Either of them would do nicely as a conversation piece. I'm not too fussed about which one.
Word of the Day: Missed
Wednesday 2 September 2009
Ridiculous
So Eduardo gets a two-game ban for 'diving.'
May I just comment a while about how ridiculous this is.
First of all, it barely constituted a dive. I mean, it doesn't even look like he threw himself. He had an open goal. Why would he dive? Maybe he just tripped.
But, of course, it's Arsenal, so UEFA decide that they shouldn't even entertain this notion.
Ok, for argument's sake, let's just suppose that he did actually dive.
Then why, in all these years, why has nobody else been called up? Cronaldo, Drogba, Torres, Messi, should've been banned numerous times. And, ironically, in the second-leg quarter-final Champions League match two season ago, Ryan Babel did a spectacular dive to win Liverpool the game. Where was the ban then? The players that I've mentioned dived much more obviously, and usually in games of far more import than Eduardo diving in what was effectively a match already won. They also dive more frequently.
Why have they picked now, on such an unimportant game, on a not-very-clear-cut dive?
The only conclusion that I can come to is that Arsenal are easy targets. They don't have the same clout that Barca and Chelsea have. They're considered a "small club". The same with Man Utd, except even greater, as Cronaldo is such a big star that nobody dares touch him. Whatever he does is alright, because he scores goals. Eduardo is a nobody. Nobody cares if he gets banned.
The football club are upset, and rightly so. As stated, there has been no protocol followed, no reasons given, and no process followed for the ban.
And, rightly, Arsenal expect it to be applied to everybody.
It's not that fact that Eduardo is banned that has me riled. Arsenal has other strikers, and he's only banned for two Group Stage matches. It's the fact that UEFA choose this obscure and not very clear incident to make an example, the fact that they choose this player, and this club to tell the rest of the world that diving is not on. When they could have chosen one out of about 5 million instances when Ronaldo has dived, they choose to target Eduardo.
The only good thing that I can see coming out of this is that this banning of divers becomes universal and rigorously enforced - on everybody. But, knowing how corrupt and inept and inconsistent both FIFA and UEFA are, this probably won't happen.
Word of the Day: Injustice
May I just comment a while about how ridiculous this is.
First of all, it barely constituted a dive. I mean, it doesn't even look like he threw himself. He had an open goal. Why would he dive? Maybe he just tripped.
But, of course, it's Arsenal, so UEFA decide that they shouldn't even entertain this notion.
Ok, for argument's sake, let's just suppose that he did actually dive.
Then why, in all these years, why has nobody else been called up? Cronaldo, Drogba, Torres, Messi, should've been banned numerous times. And, ironically, in the second-leg quarter-final Champions League match two season ago, Ryan Babel did a spectacular dive to win Liverpool the game. Where was the ban then? The players that I've mentioned dived much more obviously, and usually in games of far more import than Eduardo diving in what was effectively a match already won. They also dive more frequently.
Why have they picked now, on such an unimportant game, on a not-very-clear-cut dive?
The only conclusion that I can come to is that Arsenal are easy targets. They don't have the same clout that Barca and Chelsea have. They're considered a "small club". The same with Man Utd, except even greater, as Cronaldo is such a big star that nobody dares touch him. Whatever he does is alright, because he scores goals. Eduardo is a nobody. Nobody cares if he gets banned.
The football club are upset, and rightly so. As stated, there has been no protocol followed, no reasons given, and no process followed for the ban.
And, rightly, Arsenal expect it to be applied to everybody.
It's not that fact that Eduardo is banned that has me riled. Arsenal has other strikers, and he's only banned for two Group Stage matches. It's the fact that UEFA choose this obscure and not very clear incident to make an example, the fact that they choose this player, and this club to tell the rest of the world that diving is not on. When they could have chosen one out of about 5 million instances when Ronaldo has dived, they choose to target Eduardo.
The only good thing that I can see coming out of this is that this banning of divers becomes universal and rigorously enforced - on everybody. But, knowing how corrupt and inept and inconsistent both FIFA and UEFA are, this probably won't happen.
Word of the Day: Injustice
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