It is as I suspected. I did quite well on my French essay. So well, in fact, that I matched the mark that I got for the one I did for homework, AND Irene's mark. It's more Irene's mark that makes me think that it wasn't too shabby. If I even get close to what she gets, I'll know I'm doing alright.
What is quite frustrating though is that there was this massive potential to do so much better. Something that could have led me to getting higher than her for only the third time in my life. First time was listening, second time was culture. All I needed to do was to agree the stupid adjectives with the stupid nouns. Stupid French.
Anyway, I'm not competing against her or anything. I think it's just fun, and a little bit motivating, to have a benchmark. Human being, especially human beings like me, thrive on competition. Adds a certain thrill to doing something.
Must have been a day for miracles, because something else that was amazing happened. Imesha and I were last night talking about whether we would ever go out with fobs. And, like a premonition, this really nice-looking, confident girl in my Accounting tute presented this morning. However, she had the most bizarre accent I've heard for a while. It was like a mix between five different accents. No joke.
Also, that Jess girl in Cost Info. I hate it when people seem like they want to talk to you, but don't. Like, they keep looking at you, but they never talk, even when you try to. Go figure.
I have also spent the last week shouting at various people from Optus, both verbally and written-ly. I don't like the way they're being really dodgy about things. And I actually need a phone. Worst company ever. Or close to it.
Word of the Day: Miracles
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Friday, 20 August 2010
Wednesday, 5 May 2010
An expensive party
Davy's 21st on Friday night was the most expensive party I've attended to date. Mostly owing to the $70 parking fine that I incurred. Stupid double signs. 9am - 6pm: 2P. Above that, it says '6pm - midnight: permit parking'. James didn't read the sign at the top, and I didn't look at all. So pretty much all my fault.
Anyway, the party was quite good. Got to hang with friends who I hadn't seen for quiet a while. About half the people took a plus one with them, which made me feel sort of lonely, but it wasn't too bad, because most of the fellas I was hanging with didn't have one either. Maybe that's why they were hanging with me.
But yeah, once things got underway it was alright. We all had a few glasses of the hard stuff (lemon lime bitters...yeeeeaaah man), and, hey presto, everybody was talking. Vu and I, on the same team, lost twice, once because I sunk the black ball and 8 ball at the same time, and once because he did the same. What are the chances?
Bieber came on a bit later, thanks to the machinations of Imesha, but because of my prompting. I don't know why I do these things. I don't even like the guy in the slightest. Davy made me do the Bieber Dance, and I had to, because a Sicilian can't refuse a request on the day of his daughter's wedding. Or because it was his 21st. Either one.
This occurred during our highly intense game of Mafia. Yes, we played Mafia at a 21st birthday party. I think we should make it the official sport of NQT. And, just in case it's not sad enough, we'll make a team and participate in tournaments. We'll see who's laughing when we bring in the glory and the cash.
Speeches were up next. Although I royally screwed up Yvonne's part by interjecting at completely the wrong time, I saved it so well that it sounded like it was planned. Or it did to me anyway. I was treated like a bit of a celebrity afterwards, so it must've been alright. Hopefully videos up soon.
A good gig. A tad expensive, but not because of the person hosting. Hope you enjoy your present/s, Davy. And Happy 21st again.
Almost directly as a result of this, my good friend started having relationship/parent problems. I'm not going to go into it, because it's too complicated, and I don't want to publicise it everywhere. I just spent two hours with her by the lake on Monday. Half of it involved crying, and another friend being there, and the other half of it involved just me being there, and no crying. Funny how those two things positively correlate. Jeopardised my planned accounting midsem cram session, but hey, it's only 10%, and I probably wouldn't have gotten much done anyway. And my friends are more important than 10%. At least in times of crisis. I've already told her, but I'll reiterate it here again, and for everybody that feels that they are a close friend of mine: you can call me whenever if you just need to talk. I'm more than happy to do it. Talking is therapeutic.
Ironic how I spent two hours trying to alleviate somebody's relationship problems, but I have no clue what I'm doing with my own. Or lack thereof. Irony again. Hate it.
Yeah. Accounting midsem. Unmitigated disaster. Didn't expect to do that well, but that test was highly passable. If I'd actually studied. Procrastinated too much. Will start working now.
Word of the Day: Expensive
Anyway, the party was quite good. Got to hang with friends who I hadn't seen for quiet a while. About half the people took a plus one with them, which made me feel sort of lonely, but it wasn't too bad, because most of the fellas I was hanging with didn't have one either. Maybe that's why they were hanging with me.
But yeah, once things got underway it was alright. We all had a few glasses of the hard stuff (lemon lime bitters...yeeeeaaah man), and, hey presto, everybody was talking. Vu and I, on the same team, lost twice, once because I sunk the black ball and 8 ball at the same time, and once because he did the same. What are the chances?
Bieber came on a bit later, thanks to the machinations of Imesha, but because of my prompting. I don't know why I do these things. I don't even like the guy in the slightest. Davy made me do the Bieber Dance, and I had to, because a Sicilian can't refuse a request on the day of his daughter's wedding. Or because it was his 21st. Either one.
This occurred during our highly intense game of Mafia. Yes, we played Mafia at a 21st birthday party. I think we should make it the official sport of NQT. And, just in case it's not sad enough, we'll make a team and participate in tournaments. We'll see who's laughing when we bring in the glory and the cash.
Speeches were up next. Although I royally screwed up Yvonne's part by interjecting at completely the wrong time, I saved it so well that it sounded like it was planned. Or it did to me anyway. I was treated like a bit of a celebrity afterwards, so it must've been alright. Hopefully videos up soon.
A good gig. A tad expensive, but not because of the person hosting. Hope you enjoy your present/s, Davy. And Happy 21st again.
Almost directly as a result of this, my good friend started having relationship/parent problems. I'm not going to go into it, because it's too complicated, and I don't want to publicise it everywhere. I just spent two hours with her by the lake on Monday. Half of it involved crying, and another friend being there, and the other half of it involved just me being there, and no crying. Funny how those two things positively correlate. Jeopardised my planned accounting midsem cram session, but hey, it's only 10%, and I probably wouldn't have gotten much done anyway. And my friends are more important than 10%. At least in times of crisis. I've already told her, but I'll reiterate it here again, and for everybody that feels that they are a close friend of mine: you can call me whenever if you just need to talk. I'm more than happy to do it. Talking is therapeutic.
Ironic how I spent two hours trying to alleviate somebody's relationship problems, but I have no clue what I'm doing with my own. Or lack thereof. Irony again. Hate it.
Yeah. Accounting midsem. Unmitigated disaster. Didn't expect to do that well, but that test was highly passable. If I'd actually studied. Procrastinated too much. Will start working now.
Word of the Day: Expensive
Thursday, 29 April 2010
My Bieber Brings All the Chumps to the Yard
It has come to my attention that every post this week has been about irony. This was not my intention. It's just how things panned out. Completely unintentional. Or is it fate?
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Anyway, moving on to other other-worldly forces. For want of a better word, it can be called uncanniness. The bitter side of me calls this force a conspiracy against Andrew.
Last semester, I had a clash between two exams. It's a nightmare. They basically lock you up for the whole day, and throw one of your clashed exams to the slot where it wasn't originally, and on the same day. Can't talk to anyone, leave the place or use my phone during the whole ordeal.
It's happened again. And this time it's even worse. I have one exam on the 10th, and two clash exams on the 11th. I challenge you to find a worser timetable anywhere.
I've spoken to everybody I know. Nobody has even heard of a clash exam, apart from my case. The typical response the first time around was "What do you then?".
It's all French's fault. Both times, it's been French that's clashed it all.
Looking on the bright side of life, there are two positives from this.
1. The two clashed exams I had last semester were the ones that I exceeded my own expectations in by some way. Then again, I had a week to study for both after my first exam. And to be fair, it was Management and French. Management I wasn't expecting a HD, but a D I thought was achievable, due to my rather surprisingly high marks in my second essay, which I cobbled together in two nights, and the fact that most of the questions were given to us beforehand. With French, the exam was a lot easier than expected. I don't think I'll get such luck this time around.
2. I get about 7 weeks of holidays. But I would much rather a week less holidays, and a more reasonable and fair exam timetable.
In other news, I have observed that Justin Bieber acts as a sort of magnet for cool people. In hopped Orrin into my car at the taxi loop, so I could legitimately get into carpool spots. Off I drove, when lo and behold, Imesha and Davy jaywalked in front of us. On the other side of the road, Chen, Lily and Sam Ho were all chilling. And all the while Bieber was playing in the car. Put two and two together for yourself.
Word of the Day: Timetabling
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Anyway, moving on to other other-worldly forces. For want of a better word, it can be called uncanniness. The bitter side of me calls this force a conspiracy against Andrew.
Last semester, I had a clash between two exams. It's a nightmare. They basically lock you up for the whole day, and throw one of your clashed exams to the slot where it wasn't originally, and on the same day. Can't talk to anyone, leave the place or use my phone during the whole ordeal.
It's happened again. And this time it's even worse. I have one exam on the 10th, and two clash exams on the 11th. I challenge you to find a worser timetable anywhere.
I've spoken to everybody I know. Nobody has even heard of a clash exam, apart from my case. The typical response the first time around was "What do you then?".
It's all French's fault. Both times, it's been French that's clashed it all.
Looking on the bright side of life, there are two positives from this.
1. The two clashed exams I had last semester were the ones that I exceeded my own expectations in by some way. Then again, I had a week to study for both after my first exam. And to be fair, it was Management and French. Management I wasn't expecting a HD, but a D I thought was achievable, due to my rather surprisingly high marks in my second essay, which I cobbled together in two nights, and the fact that most of the questions were given to us beforehand. With French, the exam was a lot easier than expected. I don't think I'll get such luck this time around.
2. I get about 7 weeks of holidays. But I would much rather a week less holidays, and a more reasonable and fair exam timetable.
In other news, I have observed that Justin Bieber acts as a sort of magnet for cool people. In hopped Orrin into my car at the taxi loop, so I could legitimately get into carpool spots. Off I drove, when lo and behold, Imesha and Davy jaywalked in front of us. On the other side of the road, Chen, Lily and Sam Ho were all chilling. And all the while Bieber was playing in the car. Put two and two together for yourself.
Word of the Day: Timetabling
Monday, 12 April 2010
Huggles
So first day back at uni after the break, and boy am I over it already. This due, that due, test next week, test this week, test in a month. Only eight more weeks left Andrew. Breathe easy.
And as if to reflect what kind of day it's going to be for me, the weather at uni is overcast, gloomy, windy, and steadily getting worse.
Feeling quite down in the dumps right now. Just wagged a lecture that could potentially be useful, and for a reason which I convinced myself was plausible - that is, I needed to finish my accounting assignment. Which I could've done some other time. I think the real reason was so that I could find certain people during this illegal break.
Which brings my to the next point about why I'm feeling a bit blue. I get worried when people don't pick up their phones. I know it's unreasonable, in that they've probably left it at home or something, but still. I just get worried that (a) something's happened to them, and (b) I've somehow upset them and they're not picking up because of that.
The third thing that's getting me all down is that I'm all alone at uni. And I don't operate very well when I'm alone at uni.
There was a brief spark of brightness in all this gloom, however. Imesha bailed me out of my Accounting nightmare in a quick 40 minute debrief. Thank-you again. And I complained to Irene about our workload for a bit, which was therapeutic. After that, I ran into Meng. And after that, I ran into Tim and Felita, two people that I haven't seen for absolutely ages. Hugs all around. Love hugs. Gave me a boost. For about five minutes.
Actually, I think the picking up the phone thing aside and the current loneliness, it's been an alright day so far. If only that phone would get picked up.
Word of the Day: Telephone
And as if to reflect what kind of day it's going to be for me, the weather at uni is overcast, gloomy, windy, and steadily getting worse.
Feeling quite down in the dumps right now. Just wagged a lecture that could potentially be useful, and for a reason which I convinced myself was plausible - that is, I needed to finish my accounting assignment. Which I could've done some other time. I think the real reason was so that I could find certain people during this illegal break.
Which brings my to the next point about why I'm feeling a bit blue. I get worried when people don't pick up their phones. I know it's unreasonable, in that they've probably left it at home or something, but still. I just get worried that (a) something's happened to them, and (b) I've somehow upset them and they're not picking up because of that.
The third thing that's getting me all down is that I'm all alone at uni. And I don't operate very well when I'm alone at uni.
There was a brief spark of brightness in all this gloom, however. Imesha bailed me out of my Accounting nightmare in a quick 40 minute debrief. Thank-you again. And I complained to Irene about our workload for a bit, which was therapeutic. After that, I ran into Meng. And after that, I ran into Tim and Felita, two people that I haven't seen for absolutely ages. Hugs all around. Love hugs. Gave me a boost. For about five minutes.
Actually, I think the picking up the phone thing aside and the current loneliness, it's been an alright day so far. If only that phone would get picked up.
Word of the Day: Telephone
Friday, 26 March 2010
KPMGizzle
So yeah, I had Summer Vacation job interviews at KPMG today. Very enlightening experience. Surprisingly, turned out to be one of the best days I've had in a long, long time.
The day did not get off to a fantastic start, actually. Got up an hour later than I would've liked. I wanted to get up at 6, ended up getting up at 7, which was a miracle in itself, because I somehow innately realised that I was late. So I hurriedly got suited up, and dashed to the train station. In my car. If you can dash in a car.
On the train, I listened to Wonderwall, as is customary where I come from. Well, not really. But I like to think it is, and that it's not just some weird superstitious ritual that I go through before doing anything of even the most mild importance. But somehow, I doubt that people in Footscray listen to Wonderwall on their iPods before job interviews and exams.
This next part is just what happened at KPMG. You can skip it. Where you can start reading from again will be bolded too. It's fairly tedious, but I thought that I'd include it anyway.
Got there without too much fuss. Hung around and made awkward conversation with other candidates. The building was very nice. After that, went upstairs, chilled with employees of KPMG. There were drinks, which I didn't drink. In hindsight, this turned out to be a wise decision, due to what was to follow.
So first up, 45 minute presentation about themselves. After that, had an interview with a manager. It could've done better, and talked about more, but that's always the case. After that, break. Nothing to do, so drank a Coke Zero.
After that, another interview. This one was a bit more critical, but I think I went alright. I hope. After that, another break, another drink. This time a San Pelligrino.
After the drink, off I went to the written exercise. This was the one I was most disappointed with. I'm usually good at writing stuff. And I feel that the time given to me was ample. I just spent a bit too much time thinking every little thing through. Oh well. It was supposed to be fairly hard, and not very many people finished.
After that, another break, another drink. I think I had a Coke proper this time. Wandered over to yet another ability test. This was actually a fair bit easier than the online one. Just like the first interview, I finished way earlier than everyone else, which makes me worry that I missed something. Then we had a mini-lunch. It was a mini-lunch because I made it so. Didn't seem proper to eat a lot in those circumstances. And I drank another Coke.
You can start reading from now.
As soon as the opportunity arose, I scrammed from the building. Right on cue, Linda dawgz messages me for lunchez. Man, was I glad to get that message. I so needed a pick-me-up after that gig with quite a few obnoxious and in-your-face people. So, like the cool cat I am, I waited for her under the clock at MC. For about fifteen minutes. Couldn't contact her because she was shopping in the underground, and because her reception with Virgin is so awesome, she couldn't receive my calls. So I went to the toilet. I actually went to the toilet five times more than I usually do in a day today, mostly owing to the drinks that I had. If you think that's too much detail, too bad. Deal with it. Don't read it.
After I finally found her (she's a really hard person to find, and an even harder person to sneak up on. Amazing peripheral vision), we went to Vic Market for lunchez. I was amazed that she could talk, as she had just had her wisdom teeth removed. Amazing. Got lost on the way there, which seems to be a habit of ours. No wonder we got lost in Sydney. We can't even find our way around Melbourne. So we got to Vic Market eventually, and had barak (barack? barac? mince in pastry? arabic? dunno) and yet another drink. Went to a few stores, including a pet store (?). Kipped on home after that. Was a great, great afternoon. Laughed a lot more than I have in a while. I've had many good conversation days this week, this one inclusive.
After I got home, went straight to Knox with family. That was great. Had a Macca's dinner, and yet another drink. Also, we bought a new camera which actually takes photos with very minimal lag time. Amazing.
A big shout out to Imesha and Davy for messaging me before and after the gig. Good effort waking up that early, and an even greater effort to remember me. And thanks goes out to all my other friends who wished me luck. James Cheng, Orrin, Banh, Yvonne, Meng. If I've left out anybody, my excuse is that I only remember people that have said it within the last two days. If I have left you out even then, sincere apologies. Anyway, thanks guys. I probably place too much emphasis on people wishing me luck, but to me, it means a lot. It shows that people care.
Wonderwall may or may not have gotten me the job. But it did give me quite an unexpectedly fantastic day. I'm going to have another drink now.
Word of the Day: Drink
The day did not get off to a fantastic start, actually. Got up an hour later than I would've liked. I wanted to get up at 6, ended up getting up at 7, which was a miracle in itself, because I somehow innately realised that I was late. So I hurriedly got suited up, and dashed to the train station. In my car. If you can dash in a car.
On the train, I listened to Wonderwall, as is customary where I come from. Well, not really. But I like to think it is, and that it's not just some weird superstitious ritual that I go through before doing anything of even the most mild importance. But somehow, I doubt that people in Footscray listen to Wonderwall on their iPods before job interviews and exams.
This next part is just what happened at KPMG. You can skip it. Where you can start reading from again will be bolded too. It's fairly tedious, but I thought that I'd include it anyway.
Got there without too much fuss. Hung around and made awkward conversation with other candidates. The building was very nice. After that, went upstairs, chilled with employees of KPMG. There were drinks, which I didn't drink. In hindsight, this turned out to be a wise decision, due to what was to follow.
So first up, 45 minute presentation about themselves. After that, had an interview with a manager. It could've done better, and talked about more, but that's always the case. After that, break. Nothing to do, so drank a Coke Zero.
After that, another interview. This one was a bit more critical, but I think I went alright. I hope. After that, another break, another drink. This time a San Pelligrino.
After the drink, off I went to the written exercise. This was the one I was most disappointed with. I'm usually good at writing stuff. And I feel that the time given to me was ample. I just spent a bit too much time thinking every little thing through. Oh well. It was supposed to be fairly hard, and not very many people finished.
After that, another break, another drink. I think I had a Coke proper this time. Wandered over to yet another ability test. This was actually a fair bit easier than the online one. Just like the first interview, I finished way earlier than everyone else, which makes me worry that I missed something. Then we had a mini-lunch. It was a mini-lunch because I made it so. Didn't seem proper to eat a lot in those circumstances. And I drank another Coke.
You can start reading from now.
As soon as the opportunity arose, I scrammed from the building. Right on cue, Linda dawgz messages me for lunchez. Man, was I glad to get that message. I so needed a pick-me-up after that gig with quite a few obnoxious and in-your-face people. So, like the cool cat I am, I waited for her under the clock at MC. For about fifteen minutes. Couldn't contact her because she was shopping in the underground, and because her reception with Virgin is so awesome, she couldn't receive my calls. So I went to the toilet. I actually went to the toilet five times more than I usually do in a day today, mostly owing to the drinks that I had. If you think that's too much detail, too bad. Deal with it. Don't read it.
After I finally found her (she's a really hard person to find, and an even harder person to sneak up on. Amazing peripheral vision), we went to Vic Market for lunchez. I was amazed that she could talk, as she had just had her wisdom teeth removed. Amazing. Got lost on the way there, which seems to be a habit of ours. No wonder we got lost in Sydney. We can't even find our way around Melbourne. So we got to Vic Market eventually, and had barak (barack? barac? mince in pastry? arabic? dunno) and yet another drink. Went to a few stores, including a pet store (?). Kipped on home after that. Was a great, great afternoon. Laughed a lot more than I have in a while. I've had many good conversation days this week, this one inclusive.
After I got home, went straight to Knox with family. That was great. Had a Macca's dinner, and yet another drink. Also, we bought a new camera which actually takes photos with very minimal lag time. Amazing.
A big shout out to Imesha and Davy for messaging me before and after the gig. Good effort waking up that early, and an even greater effort to remember me. And thanks goes out to all my other friends who wished me luck. James Cheng, Orrin, Banh, Yvonne, Meng. If I've left out anybody, my excuse is that I only remember people that have said it within the last two days. If I have left you out even then, sincere apologies. Anyway, thanks guys. I probably place too much emphasis on people wishing me luck, but to me, it means a lot. It shows that people care.
Wonderwall may or may not have gotten me the job. But it did give me quite an unexpectedly fantastic day. I'm going to have another drink now.
Word of the Day: Drink
Thursday, 7 January 2010
Vehicle for awesomeness
At long, long last, I have obtained a vehicle.
Well, technically, I haven't obtained it yet. And 'I' didn't really obtain it. Actually, that whole statement was a falsehood. My parents actually signed a contract for the purchase of the vehicle.
This purchase was fairly unplanned. The plan was to get a price from Lane Toyota and squeeze the guys in Footscray. Then we got roped into getting last year's model for a better price.
No more of this 'Hey man, can you drive me down to...Wodonga? Yeah, thanks man.' I hate being a burden on people. The worst part is asking for a lift. Hopefully I can repay the kindness and putting-up-with-me-ness that my friends have shown, now that I can finally give people lifts instead. The best part is I'm off red Ps in two months.
Said vehicle is a spankingly brand new Corolla hatchback in silvery-blue. Should be awesome. Better than red or black anyway.
I'm actually really happy. I just have problems showing my happiness when other people pay for it. But my parents know I'm happy, and that's all that matters. At least, I hope they know. I should probably tell them, just in case. Now all that's left to do is re-learn how to drive. Shouldn't be too bad. I've only not driven for...10 months.
This whole happy episode was slightly soured by me being late to a scheduled 1 o' clock lunch with Linda and Imesha. I think I made it up by shouting. Not in the literal sense. You know, as in, the bill-paying sense. Never mind.
It was good. So relaxing and harmonious. And it's all happening again next Tuesday. Well, maybe with a little less car buying and more of the lunch-on-time part.
Word of the Day: Vehicle
Well, technically, I haven't obtained it yet. And 'I' didn't really obtain it. Actually, that whole statement was a falsehood. My parents actually signed a contract for the purchase of the vehicle.
This purchase was fairly unplanned. The plan was to get a price from Lane Toyota and squeeze the guys in Footscray. Then we got roped into getting last year's model for a better price.
No more of this 'Hey man, can you drive me down to...Wodonga? Yeah, thanks man.' I hate being a burden on people. The worst part is asking for a lift. Hopefully I can repay the kindness and putting-up-with-me-ness that my friends have shown, now that I can finally give people lifts instead. The best part is I'm off red Ps in two months.
Said vehicle is a spankingly brand new Corolla hatchback in silvery-blue. Should be awesome. Better than red or black anyway.
I'm actually really happy. I just have problems showing my happiness when other people pay for it. But my parents know I'm happy, and that's all that matters. At least, I hope they know. I should probably tell them, just in case. Now all that's left to do is re-learn how to drive. Shouldn't be too bad. I've only not driven for...10 months.
This whole happy episode was slightly soured by me being late to a scheduled 1 o' clock lunch with Linda and Imesha. I think I made it up by shouting. Not in the literal sense. You know, as in, the bill-paying sense. Never mind.
It was good. So relaxing and harmonious. And it's all happening again next Tuesday. Well, maybe with a little less car buying and more of the lunch-on-time part.
Word of the Day: Vehicle
Sunday, 20 December 2009
Thanks
And as if just to reinforce the point, Arsenal won against Hull this morning, capping off what turned out to be quite a swell week for me.
If you don't know what I'm talking about, you may recall that I predicted that good week would follow after Arsenal beat Liverpool on the weekend. Read for more information.
By swell, I mean mostly good.
Annual Kris Kringle with A Rotational Roster of People on Thursday night went quite well, except for the timing issues. I have no idea why, on that day, people had to turn up late, leave early, and just generally not fit in with the plan. Must have been a bad day to pick. But apart from that, it all clicked together fairly well. Most things that I plan generally do, I think, except when people mess them up for me.
Anyway, I got a shirt to add to my growing collection (thanks Davy), and Yvonne seemed pleased with what I gave her. I hope. Unless I'm reading the signs wrong again, as I am wont to do. I think everyone else liked the 'things' that I made them, useless and non-functional though they may be, and Linda didn't kill me for defying her direct order not to make her anything, so I guess that worked out alright. All I know is that I've been completely turned off folding stars, at least for a while, and Sicilian salmon with potatoes at Airstream is also getting a bit old. Alas, must find new thrills.
Imesha and Linda bailed halfway through our dinner, so we moseyed on down to the cinema to watch Avatar.
Personally, I didn't like the 3Dness. Apart from the fact that you had to pay an extra dollar to watch 3D (unless you're Yvonne and have five pairs of spare 3D goggles at home), I thought that it actually made most of the movie look worse. I wasn't really feeling the 3D, and when I did, it just looked like one of those dodgy lenticular things you get out of chip packets. It looked less realistic than it would have on a normal screen. Everything just sort of looked stuck on. But it was a good movie. Not that Davy would know. I found out just then that he fell asleep during the film. He's making a habit of this. First New Moon with his girl, then Avatar.
On Friday, nothing much happened, except for Victor coming over and fiddling with my computers, and FIFA 10. Thanks Victor.
Saturday, would've liked to have gone to Kylie's, but no transport/didn't want to trouble other people in giving me a lift/ditched by Victor. Sorry Kylie.
Just then was the NQT Christmas dinner. It was cool. Found out that Catherine is a pretty cool person, and that I'm a pretty terrible person to sit next to at dinner, as I pretty much go quiet. Also, 'Same Girl' is a universally recognised benchmark of an awesome song.
Here's to having more fun-laden and awesome times ahead. It's a shame really, because I have all this free time, and no-one to spend it with. Guess I'll just practice my newly-acquired guitar (thanks for the Christmas present parents) and my grandpa clarinet. Perhaps working out more. But definitely no more folding of stars.
Word of the Day: Thanks
If you don't know what I'm talking about, you may recall that I predicted that good week would follow after Arsenal beat Liverpool on the weekend. Read for more information.
By swell, I mean mostly good.
Annual Kris Kringle with A Rotational Roster of People on Thursday night went quite well, except for the timing issues. I have no idea why, on that day, people had to turn up late, leave early, and just generally not fit in with the plan. Must have been a bad day to pick. But apart from that, it all clicked together fairly well. Most things that I plan generally do, I think, except when people mess them up for me.
Anyway, I got a shirt to add to my growing collection (thanks Davy), and Yvonne seemed pleased with what I gave her. I hope. Unless I'm reading the signs wrong again, as I am wont to do. I think everyone else liked the 'things' that I made them, useless and non-functional though they may be, and Linda didn't kill me for defying her direct order not to make her anything, so I guess that worked out alright. All I know is that I've been completely turned off folding stars, at least for a while, and Sicilian salmon with potatoes at Airstream is also getting a bit old. Alas, must find new thrills.
Imesha and Linda bailed halfway through our dinner, so we moseyed on down to the cinema to watch Avatar.
Personally, I didn't like the 3Dness. Apart from the fact that you had to pay an extra dollar to watch 3D (unless you're Yvonne and have five pairs of spare 3D goggles at home), I thought that it actually made most of the movie look worse. I wasn't really feeling the 3D, and when I did, it just looked like one of those dodgy lenticular things you get out of chip packets. It looked less realistic than it would have on a normal screen. Everything just sort of looked stuck on. But it was a good movie. Not that Davy would know. I found out just then that he fell asleep during the film. He's making a habit of this. First New Moon with his girl, then Avatar.
On Friday, nothing much happened, except for Victor coming over and fiddling with my computers, and FIFA 10. Thanks Victor.
Saturday, would've liked to have gone to Kylie's, but no transport/didn't want to trouble other people in giving me a lift/ditched by Victor. Sorry Kylie.
Just then was the NQT Christmas dinner. It was cool. Found out that Catherine is a pretty cool person, and that I'm a pretty terrible person to sit next to at dinner, as I pretty much go quiet. Also, 'Same Girl' is a universally recognised benchmark of an awesome song.
Here's to having more fun-laden and awesome times ahead. It's a shame really, because I have all this free time, and no-one to spend it with. Guess I'll just practice my newly-acquired guitar (thanks for the Christmas present parents) and my grandpa clarinet. Perhaps working out more. But definitely no more folding of stars.
Word of the Day: Thanks
Wednesday, 14 October 2009
By popular demand
It was a cold and blustery day outside. Ben Niles walked into the Curry Corner at the Matheson Library. A few moments later, Imesha followed in his wake. Ben plonked himself down on a chair, and began nonchalantly chewing on the apple that he'd procured from his bag. He looked at Imesha, and a spark of lightning *zap* sprung between them. It was electric. I could almost feel the electricity lifting my hair up, and it seemed as if the very air was infused with a mosaic of colours stemming from this spark. Twas a happy spark, full of joy and wonderment, suffusing the very fabric of space and time with awesomeness. The Matheson would never be the same again.
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So the challenge was to fit Ben, Imesha, apple, lightning and mosaic into my blog post without making any of it up. It's not half bad, is it? None of it was made up, maybe just slightly embellished and exaggerated. But I thought it was pretty decent, considering I've had 4 hours of sleep and have been pretty flat out since last night.
I worked until 1 last night (this morning, if you want to be pedantic about it) on my International Studies essay. Wrote up all 1500 words last night. Surely that's how masterpieces are created. Woke up at 5 this morning to start and finish French homework, which I miraculously succeeded in doing in the hour that I had. Then I went swimming and got asked for my student ID because I clearly look 50 years old with these glasses. Went to uni, started an essay-fixing session at 9, printed essay off, handed it in, went to Management tute, got bored, talked to Grace on MSN, laptop died, tute finished half an hour early just like every other week, moseyed down to the Law Lib. Finally, I stopped for half an hour and just absorbed the ambiance of peace and quiet. Then, it started up again. GMC meeting.
I think I was the only person there with a functioning brain, which tells a story of its own really. Andrew and functioning brain generally cannot be used in the same sentence. However, in this case, it's a comparative term. Between a person with 0 hours of sleep, an alcoholic and a Tamiflu snorter, I think I emerge as the winner of the Sanity Battle. It turned out well, capped of by Ray actually believing that Anna was tired from a 7 hour GMCfest. You a funny man, Raymond.
And it doesn't stop there. Oh no. It never does stop there in Andrew's life. There's more. French culture assignment due on Friday, which I have not started, and International Studies test on Monday. Oh, the joys of pre-exam period. But I have a masterplan worked out. Not that my plans usually work to the degree that I expect them to, if they work at all, but I feel more secure about myself with a plan up my sleeve. It usually makes the fall of the plan harder to take, but I'll take it nonetheless.
Word of the Day: Flat
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So the challenge was to fit Ben, Imesha, apple, lightning and mosaic into my blog post without making any of it up. It's not half bad, is it? None of it was made up, maybe just slightly embellished and exaggerated. But I thought it was pretty decent, considering I've had 4 hours of sleep and have been pretty flat out since last night.
I worked until 1 last night (this morning, if you want to be pedantic about it) on my International Studies essay. Wrote up all 1500 words last night. Surely that's how masterpieces are created. Woke up at 5 this morning to start and finish French homework, which I miraculously succeeded in doing in the hour that I had. Then I went swimming and got asked for my student ID because I clearly look 50 years old with these glasses. Went to uni, started an essay-fixing session at 9, printed essay off, handed it in, went to Management tute, got bored, talked to Grace on MSN, laptop died, tute finished half an hour early just like every other week, moseyed down to the Law Lib. Finally, I stopped for half an hour and just absorbed the ambiance of peace and quiet. Then, it started up again. GMC meeting.
I think I was the only person there with a functioning brain, which tells a story of its own really. Andrew and functioning brain generally cannot be used in the same sentence. However, in this case, it's a comparative term. Between a person with 0 hours of sleep, an alcoholic and a Tamiflu snorter, I think I emerge as the winner of the Sanity Battle. It turned out well, capped of by Ray actually believing that Anna was tired from a 7 hour GMCfest. You a funny man, Raymond.
And it doesn't stop there. Oh no. It never does stop there in Andrew's life. There's more. French culture assignment due on Friday, which I have not started, and International Studies test on Monday. Oh, the joys of pre-exam period. But I have a masterplan worked out. Not that my plans usually work to the degree that I expect them to, if they work at all, but I feel more secure about myself with a plan up my sleeve. It usually makes the fall of the plan harder to take, but I'll take it nonetheless.
Word of the Day: Flat
Tuesday, 6 October 2009
Block-a-choc
Yes, I've been choc-a-block busy this past week.
After attending some seriously stimulating Ambassador workshops last Wednesday, I decided not to attend the Friday ones for fear of over-stimulation. I felt really bad for doing so, but really could not be motivated for another day at uni.
So on Saturday, Imesha had her 21st, which was pretty awesome, except for the birthday girl turning up late. Actually, that was good in a way, except that everybody bar me was starving to death. That's why I have secrets to save me in these situations. All around, a very good gig to go to.
On Sunday, I had to skip Yvonne's 21st due to my commitment to my Accounting group. We had a group assignment due on Monday. I don't think I'll ever hear the end of it. After apologising many times in many varied ways, I still get harangued for not going. What's a man to do? Buy another present?
Tomorrow, meeting with my GMC homies. Have a very vague idea what's going on, and I hope that someone else will clarify. That will be the agenda for the meeting.
Word of the Day: Workshops
After attending some seriously stimulating Ambassador workshops last Wednesday, I decided not to attend the Friday ones for fear of over-stimulation. I felt really bad for doing so, but really could not be motivated for another day at uni.
So on Saturday, Imesha had her 21st, which was pretty awesome, except for the birthday girl turning up late. Actually, that was good in a way, except that everybody bar me was starving to death. That's why I have secrets to save me in these situations. All around, a very good gig to go to.
On Sunday, I had to skip Yvonne's 21st due to my commitment to my Accounting group. We had a group assignment due on Monday. I don't think I'll ever hear the end of it. After apologising many times in many varied ways, I still get harangued for not going. What's a man to do? Buy another present?
Tomorrow, meeting with my GMC homies. Have a very vague idea what's going on, and I hope that someone else will clarify. That will be the agenda for the meeting.
Word of the Day: Workshops
Monday, 28 September 2009
More like...Lie-braries!
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
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
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, 19 August 2009
Stuff rapping, I'm going to be a poet
And so it was that I thought, “Oh, how fortunate for me to meet such a delightful young lass. Her humour and wit surpasses even mine. A natural charm becomes her, so much so that it infuses the very air with the colours of joy and happiness. A happiness so infectious that one cannot help but smile even when in the deepest depression.” Abridged part coming up: "The weight upon my heart becomes a memory of the distant past, like a bird learning, finally, at long last, how to fly."
And I thought after that "I’m going to have lunch now."
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That was a mad passage of inspiration that I came up with it yesterday because Imesha told me to write about...um...something. Yeah. Better not say. Gangland affiliations and all that jazz. It has great potential to be part of a novel. It was probably a result of 4.5 hours of sleep, two coffees and an accounting tute. It does strange things to your brain. Or maybe just mine. But I still think I can top that if I was writing for someone that I liked. As in, like like. Never mind. You're probably too daft to get the difference anyway.
Today was no better. In fact, it could be argued that it was worse. I had a total of 3 hours sleep last night. Weird thing was, I didn't really feel it til now. Now, I feel like I'm about to fall asleep in this seat. Now y'all know where my outrageous claim that "Your amount of sleep last night was greater than my amount of sleep over the last two." And no, I wasn't out partying. I was actually doing work, all of which was due today. Stupid French. And to top it all off, the French tutor was all like "You can hand it in tomorrow if you like." And to top that off, I got approached by a church guy at the bus stop today.
I just don't understand why he picked me. I was being anti-social as hell. Plugged into my iPod, staring at the ground, with a scowl on my face due to the relatively indifferent day that I had had. And he approached me to talk about how he was from the church of Jesus of the Latter Day Saints (amazing how I remember these things). Which was fine. Until he tried to get my number. At which point I said no. I wanted to say, "Well, maybe if you were a girl, or a guy I semi-knew." So he gave me his. I just don't understand we he targeted me.
What I really wanted to say to him when he asked me what religion, if any, I believed in, was that I believed in the religion of being a nice guy. And I wanted to tell him how today, I held up an elderly man while he was falling over, and gave my seat to him (on the bus of course. Duh. Why would this happen in a lecture theatre?) And the white Monash kid, who gave the old man an insolent glare when he told him to move over just a little bit, did not. This will be in my Arsenal to use against any racist stupid enough to start mouthing off at me.
Wow, that was a ramble of epic proportions. And to top it all off, I'm gonna have a go at the ASEAN club.
My disapproval for the conscious formation of ethnic ghettos/clubs notwithstanding, I just dislike how shallow their concept of being an Asian is. Their understanding of Asian culture is noodle-eating and break dancing. And the break dancing today wasn't even that fantastic. And they speak goddamn English. Like, shouldn't English be outlawed there?
And I think that I upset a friend pretty bad yesterday. Sorry.
Apart from that, sorry if I offended anyone else. My brain isn't functioning at the moment, and apparently I offend people even when it is functioning. So I'm just gonna be like Noel Gallagher and say that everything's just amazing.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vavA4NUKpy8
Word of the Day: Tired
And I thought after that "I’m going to have lunch now."
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That was a mad passage of inspiration that I came up with it yesterday because Imesha told me to write about...um...something. Yeah. Better not say. Gangland affiliations and all that jazz. It has great potential to be part of a novel. It was probably a result of 4.5 hours of sleep, two coffees and an accounting tute. It does strange things to your brain. Or maybe just mine. But I still think I can top that if I was writing for someone that I liked. As in, like like. Never mind. You're probably too daft to get the difference anyway.
Today was no better. In fact, it could be argued that it was worse. I had a total of 3 hours sleep last night. Weird thing was, I didn't really feel it til now. Now, I feel like I'm about to fall asleep in this seat. Now y'all know where my outrageous claim that "Your amount of sleep last night was greater than my amount of sleep over the last two." And no, I wasn't out partying. I was actually doing work, all of which was due today. Stupid French. And to top it all off, the French tutor was all like "You can hand it in tomorrow if you like." And to top that off, I got approached by a church guy at the bus stop today.
I just don't understand why he picked me. I was being anti-social as hell. Plugged into my iPod, staring at the ground, with a scowl on my face due to the relatively indifferent day that I had had. And he approached me to talk about how he was from the church of Jesus of the Latter Day Saints (amazing how I remember these things). Which was fine. Until he tried to get my number. At which point I said no. I wanted to say, "Well, maybe if you were a girl, or a guy I semi-knew." So he gave me his. I just don't understand we he targeted me.
What I really wanted to say to him when he asked me what religion, if any, I believed in, was that I believed in the religion of being a nice guy. And I wanted to tell him how today, I held up an elderly man while he was falling over, and gave my seat to him (on the bus of course. Duh. Why would this happen in a lecture theatre?) And the white Monash kid, who gave the old man an insolent glare when he told him to move over just a little bit, did not. This will be in my Arsenal to use against any racist stupid enough to start mouthing off at me.
Wow, that was a ramble of epic proportions. And to top it all off, I'm gonna have a go at the ASEAN club.
My disapproval for the conscious formation of ethnic ghettos/clubs notwithstanding, I just dislike how shallow their concept of being an Asian is. Their understanding of Asian culture is noodle-eating and break dancing. And the break dancing today wasn't even that fantastic. And they speak goddamn English. Like, shouldn't English be outlawed there?
And I think that I upset a friend pretty bad yesterday. Sorry.
Apart from that, sorry if I offended anyone else. My brain isn't functioning at the moment, and apparently I offend people even when it is functioning. So I'm just gonna be like Noel Gallagher and say that everything's just amazing.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vavA4NUKpy8
Word of the Day: Tired
Tuesday, 11 August 2009
A shout out to the people who made me laugh today, and probably most of the time as well
Davy and Imesha. I appreciate how you guys fabricate complete lies and fairytales for my benefit. Even though my cool, sarcastic, sardonic and cynical exterior doesn't show it, I appreciate it very much. I was laughing on the inside. And happy on the outside and inside.
James Cheng. Just because I saw him. And his sister. Because she's so random. Her name's Yvonne by the way.
Meng. He's just a funny guy.
Sam Ho. Fantasy Team Funnies. He was all like, "So, like, do they get points according to how many touches they get?" And I was like, "Bro, it's not AFL," and he's like "phully omg roflcopter, I thought that 200 and something score for Gerrard was the score per game, not the whole season."
Victor. With his "let's webcam each other during lectures" idea. Not only was it stupid because there was no sound, and it was during a lecture, he also forgot that it would consume our data limit like an...orange-eating monster eating a bucket of oranges.
If you're not here...well, there's always next time. You know what to do to get on here. Or you should be able to figure it out. If you can't, you don't deserve to make the cut.
James Cheng. Just because I saw him. And his sister. Because she's so random. Her name's Yvonne by the way.
Meng. He's just a funny guy.
Sam Ho. Fantasy Team Funnies. He was all like, "So, like, do they get points according to how many touches they get?" And I was like, "Bro, it's not AFL," and he's like "phully omg roflcopter, I thought that 200 and something score for Gerrard was the score per game, not the whole season."
Victor. With his "let's webcam each other during lectures" idea. Not only was it stupid because there was no sound, and it was during a lecture, he also forgot that it would consume our data limit like an...orange-eating monster eating a bucket of oranges.
If you're not here...well, there's always next time. You know what to do to get on here. Or you should be able to figure it out. If you can't, you don't deserve to make the cut.
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