Dunno.

I don't know if I've lost the plot or what, but I've caught myself angrily muttering 'Shut the hell up' to my computer screen over the last few days. Mostly in reaction to stuff that people post on Facebook.

Then again, it might just be an increasing quantity of 'shut the hell up' posts on Facebook.

Who knows.

Word of the Day: Plot

Random funny things.

A few quirky/funny things I've noticed over the past little while:

1. When people leave comments on a photo album on Facebook, and the album gets updated semi-frequently. Funny for a number of reasons:
(a) The commenter usually thinks that their comment applies only to a single photo in the album. The comment therefore eventually becomes completely irrelevant as the album gets updated, sometimes leading to often hilarious disparities between the photos being posted and the original comment.
(b) The comment pops up every time the uploader uploads a photo to the album.

2. The temperature within a train carriage has a direct positive correlation with the amount of rain pouring down outside.

3. It's funny how 99% of the population assumes that accountants are good at tax. I mean, I can see why they would, but it's just funny, in the sense that it's completely alien to most of us. Like getting a baker to cook seafood.


Completely unrelated (because all that other stuff above was really related and intertwined), but this Coldplay song:



Word of the Day: Quirky

Wedding season.

Lots of wedding photos on my Facebook feed this weekend. Off the top of my head, I count five 'friends' that have attended weddings this weekend.

And those are just the ones that have chucked photos on Facebook.

I don't know really know what my point is, other than to remark on this sudden spike in people posting photos of other people's weddings on Facebook.

Come my turn to attend a wedding, I'm going to post so many that I'm going to break Facebook. Then they'll all be sorry.

Vengeance will be mine.

Word of the Day: Vengeance

The Poltergeist

There's a couple of irrational peeves that I want to talk about today (in chronological observation order).

1. A Southern Cross graphic. It's just not cool. Anywhere. Unless you're a flag. I thought tattoos of them were pretty bad. Then, while shovelling mulch today, I heard/observed a male 'person' driving a fully sick Commodore with a frigging massive Southern Cross on the back.

Yeah, we get it. You're proud that you're white, and you want to let the entire world know that you only ever associate with white people. Well done.

This isn't quite an irrational annoyance. There's quite a sound reason behind it, really. It goes something like: people who have Southern Cross motifs somewhere on their person (or, in this particular case, vehicle) are generally the same people who run around whining 'We grew here, you flew here' to anyone who isn't white (meaning, of course, that they're not born here), as if this gave them some inviolable right to treat you as a sub-standard human being.

Anyway, I generalise. So I guess I'm as bad as these people. I'm sure some of them are lovely people. Or maybe even most of them.  

2. People that try to be funny, but get it hopelessly wrong, because what they're saying is factually incorrect. As in, they think what they're saying is true, and not intentionally saying untruths.

For example, someone on Facebook today was being all witty and stuff, going on to state that a song sounded like 'Empire State of Mind' by Alicia Keyes.

There's just so many things wrong with that statement, I'm not even going to spend time on it. Mostly because I don't want to spend the next hour writing this up.

I don't know why it riles me. I mean, we all make mistakes. Me more so than others. But yeah, there you go. Irrational.

3. Dodgily-designed websites. You know, government websites, school intranets. Those types. The ones that make you bang your head against the table. It just makes you think, don't you guys get paid to design these websites? Did you try using the website before making it available to all and sundry? Why are they so bad?

So, ok, you kind of expect these to be bad, because they have a virtual monopoly in their respective fields.

But Comsec? Seriously? You make a bazillion dollars. Per minute. Surely you could have trialled the website beforehand.

I'm sure there are more. But I think that'll do for now.

Word of the Day: Peeve

I'm so happy, cos today, I found my friends. Or something like that.

Sigh. Uni resumes, and with it, all the fun and frivolity that normally comes with education.

So let us do another awesome rewind thing back to the start of the mid-sem break.

Friday
Went to see Nirvana with Zara and her friends. Quite a friendly bunch. Her friends, not Nirvana. Although I'm sure they're alright too. Or were alright. Whatever. Quite an enjoyable night out. Should do it again some time.

Nirvana was also good. Their gigs were...interesting. And loud. But mostly interesting.



Favourite song off the album.

Just got Nevermind today. Came included with the price of the ticket. Hence the extortionate prices.

Allow me to have a little rant about parcel delivery.

For some reason, despite there being people in my house 99.78% of the day, nobody ever seems to be able to receive the parcel.

I don't know what advantage they get from having me drive to the post office to pick it up, but it must be something, otherwise they wouldn't do it. I'll figure it out one day.

Also, Allmusic, or whoever it was that shipped it to me, is ridiculous. I ordered it on Saturday, they sent me an email on the following Friday to tell me that they had shipped it. It takes them a week to ship a CD. And then I have to go and get it on the following Tuesday. Almost a week-and-a-half to get a CD out to me. And then, it isn't even to me. I have to go get it. Which, if you think about it, is beyond stupid, because it's almost as inconvenient as driving out to buy it. It's slower too. And they wonder why people download music.

Saturday
Journeyed to the West Side with my loyal lackey, Banh, to attend Orrin's 21st. Was quite an enjoyable night. Orrin's girlfriend, Cathy, kept attacking me and imploring me to spin Simon Dinh's music, and not mine. She also found calling me Amy Huang hilariously funny. This is why you don't get drunk, children. Or, at least, if you're going to get drunk, make sure it's after a decent amount of alcohol, and not after 0.45 of a beer or whatever it was.

Also, don't be an annoying drunk.

Anyway, Simmo switched his music on, and, funnily enough, it was the same music that I had on. The min of a drunk person works in funny ways.

I also found out that taking photos at parties is great. It lets you slip away from people that you don't necessarily want to talk to, or if you just want a break, and to observe what other people are getting up to from a distance. Amazing.



Speaking of two-bob, Arsenal lost again. I'm getting pretty sick of us losing. I wish we'd win against someone decent once in a while.

Word of the Day: Frivolity

If only life could just be one big dinner with friends

So, like, I've been partaking in a spot of Facebook stalking.

There's this friend of a friend. Through Facebook stalking, I have found out the following: She likes football. She likes about 90% of the music that I like. She speaks English. She lives in Melbourne. She's apparently married to somebody.

Seems like the perfect girl (except for that last part).

Problems:

1. She doesn't know who I am.
2. She probably wouldn't like me even if she did.
3. I don't know anything else about her. You know, stuff that could potentially make me not like her.

So, all in all, a pretty pointless ramble.

On to a ramble with a bit of focus now.

A couple of night's ago, I was at dinner with a bunch of friends, and I realised, as we were shooting the breeze at Pancake Parlour after dinner, how much I love...hanging with them (don't want to make it sound too soppy. Otherwise they'll start thinking that I love them. Or something.. Sitting around with a great bunch of friends, doing nothing in particular, talking about everything but nothing at the same time. I hope we can do it more often, and perhaps even after I graduate from uni. It keeps me going.

So let's just stay in the moment, smoke some weed, drink some wine
Reminisce, talk some shit, forever young is in your mind

May the best of your todays, be the the worst of your tomorrows.

Currently listening to: Young Forever by Jay-Z
Word of the Day: Stalking

Summer project: create something as awesome as a social network

So I saw The Social Network today, and now I totally feel like Mark Zuckerberg because I'm blogging. Stupid brainwashing.

Anyway, top film. Kind of like The Godfather, in a strange way. But instead of the pursuit of power, it's the pursuit of money which leads to an unfathomable sadness and regret. It was surprisingly funny, too. In a witty and non-obtrusive way. Oh yeah, and Justin Timberlake. Go see it.

Also, looking forward to a bit of Harry Potter on Thursday. I'm still trying to figure out who to go with, what time, etcetera.

And, because it's the start of a massive chunk of holidays again, whenever I'm not doing something with somebody, I start feeling lonely again. So, I guess, the quick-fix cure is to always be doing something with somebody(s). So if you want to hang, give us a buzz, and I'll more than likely be free.

Word of the Day: Unfathomable

I used to love H.E.R.

I liked old Facebook. It encouraged the novel idea of writing on other people's walls, kind of like a free SMS service. It was fun, and made your wall all colourful.

Now people just comment. I don't think people new to Facebook even know what a wall-to-wall is. It's just old people like me. Now it's just turned into this sort of Twitter/Myspace thing. They're putting the emphasis on the stupidest things. Like joining pages, for example.

I don't know. I get annoyed by the weirdest things. This trend, for example.

I liked it better when it was just a simple, idiotic back-and-forth between Walls.

Ah, look at me. Reminiscing about old times already. And I'm not even 21. But the old times often seem to be the best times.

Word of the Day: Facebook

20th

Ok, so it didn't turn out too bad.

Sure, I spent the day doing stuff that I'd normally do anyway. Swimming in the morning, shopping for an iPod case for Sarah, waiting for a message from Linda, watering the cabbages, studying for real estate. Nothing special. No-one really to spend it with. Or, more nobody available to spend it with.

I guess it's a reflection of myself. Not an overly-exciting birthday, but solid.

Emo song lyrics that I've created pending.

The highlight was the text from Linda. Sad, but also wonderful, how something so small can make me happy. Texts from my other friends were also much appreciated. Glad to know that people think of me. It means a lot more to me than I'm willing to admit. Anywhere. Except here.

The second highlight was the sign that Michelle made for me, and the card that both my sister's gave me. Phully the trippiest present ever. Display. In. My. Room. Now. Sarah also made me some blog layouts, which I am yet to try out, but I'm sure they're good. Thanks guys.

And most of the people that didn't wish me happy birthday were of the unreliable type anyway, so I guess, in a way, it was expected. Not forgiven, but expected.

Strange. I just view it as a common courtesy, like saying "Thanks" or "Hi." But then, yet again, I'm not surprised at this turn either. Many people lack common courtesy now. Especially at uni, people find it incredibly, disproportionately difficult to say "Hi" or "Bye." Many people also struggle with the concept of appreciation, and acknowledgement of this appreciation with a "Thanks." "Sorry" is also a bit of struggle word. I hate saying it sincerely, unless it's completely warranted and I'm in the wrong.

In summary, I've had better birthdays. I don't think I've ever had one where I haven't done anything at all during the actual day, but it was compensated for by friends who care. So it wasn't the worst I've ever had. Now I need to think of how to deal with these Facebook birthday wishes. Bothersome, but in a good way. Like...five people calling you one day. It makes you busy, but makes you feel popular. Yeah. Whatever.

Word of the Day: Twentieth

Haiku's are easy, but sometimes they don't make sense, refrigerator.

Quite frankly, I feel like rubbish right now.

Yesterday I developed an annoying sore throat/cough, impeding my ability to converse with people. Granted, not many people really want to hear what I have to say anyway, but it's still annoying. It also makes it seem like I'm always angry, because I don't want to talk. Which is totally not true. Most of the time.

Anyway, yesterday my dad asked me to trim the hedges. Then he found out my throat felt like it was on fire. Don't know how. He may have some psychic ability or something. Or maybe it was the fact that my reply of "Ok" sounded more like a grainy piece of sand paper being drawn across a very rough patch of tarmac. Who knows.

So then he was all like "You really shouldn't, you know, with a sore throat and all. Leave them for me." But what kind of self-respecting son would leave these menial tasks to his already hard-working father?

So I manned up and did it anyway. I don't think it really did more damage to the throat. Or maybe it just feels like it didn't do that much damage in comparison to the burning sensation that I now feel in my arm.

No, I didn't cut myself with the hedge trimmer. My old enemy, sunburn, came back to get me. It didn't help that I'd been reading with my left arm in the sun for the entire morning to begin with either. I think the extended hedge trimming pushed it over the edge.

This morning I developed a sniffle, which I think is just allergy, as I haven't gotten a headache or similar. At least not yet.

So despite the slight ache in my arms from the hedge-cutting frivolities of yesterday afternoon, I decided to gym it up a bit.

Now my arms hurt even more. And my left arm still feels like it's on fire. And I still have a sore throat and a runny nose and a cough. Oh, and my knee injury is actually getting worse. It's freaking creaking now.

To cap it all off, people, or a person, is deliberately ignoring me, or has a more woeful memory than I do.

And this is why I took this thing off Facebook. I don't want people to see me pitying myself. I don't even want to see it. I just don't want to keep it bottled up again, or I might explode from frustration.

I leave you with a Haiku of my own composition.

When you are with me,
You're different to when you're not,
I'm very confused.

Word of the Day: Hurting

Check dem colourz

I seem to get my best ideas just before I sleep, and I end up furiously writing them down on a sticky note before I forget.

Take, for example, the following.

Since I've been abandoned by many of my friends, and my boredom-o-metre is creeping up in exponential increments, I decided, last night, just before I slept, to turn to one of the passions in my life which I have neglected recently. Photography.

I love photography. See, apparently I have an eye for framing things. And I can't really draw anything that goes beyond the complexity level of basic geometric shapes and random patterns. And my painting skills can be best described as shambolic.

Photography is awesome. You can either make a picture literal, take it how you see it, or you can manipulate it to look different.

I loved black and white photography in Year 9. That was one of the best subjects I ever took.

Anyway. The present. I am going to start an album on Facebook called 'Check dem colourz.' Creative, eh?

In this album shall be - get ready for it - colourful things. Just a riot of colours, from everyday and not-so-everyday situations. We'll see where it takes me.

Word of the Day: Photography

I wish people were like books

I might have mentioned this before, but I hate how sometimes I think something's really important, or it is to me anyway, but other people don't seem to care about it as much, if at all. I also hate how a lot of times I'm hurt by the actions and behaviour of people, but they apparently don't seem to notice, or care.

I'm finding it really hard to read people. Mixed signals and all that. You know, sometimes they act one way, then they act another way. The first time you think they mean this, then the next time you think they mean the exact opposite. If that's very confusing, I guess it's fitting, because I'm very confused at the moment.

And this is why this blog is now off Facebook. Although I'm in two minds about it. Sometimes I write uplifting, and apparently funny (so I've been told by other people) posts, and they're happy, and I want to share my happiness with the world. But times like this, when it's all mopey and introspective, I want to kind of keep it to the select few people that care enough to be visiting this blog. So for the foreseeable future, it's going to be right here.

Here's to a less clouded future.

Word of the Day: Confused