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
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Tuesday, 4 October 2011
Tuesday, 3 May 2011
Many happy meetings
When I got home, I realised today was a good day, despite me still being a dud in many aspects of life.
I realised that the reason for it being good was that I ran into about a million and one people that I actually liked today. For the first time in a while, I ran into people that I actually wanted to talk to, and not people that I would rather avoid at all costs.
Upon arriving at uni, I ran into Irene on my way to class. After that, I went to aforementioned class, and felt like a dud all over again.
Then, on my way to my next class, while waiting for Yun, I ran into everyone's favourite white man, Orrin. Or, at least, my favourite white man. We had a good old chat about nothing in particular, and went our separate ways.
After our next lecture, I ran into none other than Ken, he of Vietnamese origin. We had a good old moan about uni, and away he went.
Then I ran into Davy. Funnily enough, Yun and I were discussing him about two minutes before, and how she couldn't get through to his mobile.
Then, I ran into Elene and Irene (again!).
Good times all around.
Now the bad.
I think I have a slight cold. Worst time to get it. And to make it worse (not that they're related or anything. At least, I don't think they are), I split off a bit of my fingernail from my finger when I was all gung-ho and opening a cardboard wrapping this morning. So now it hurts like hell when I try to type, so I'm typing like a guy who only has the use of nine fingers. Timing could've been worse. That's not to say I wanted it to happen, but it's not the worst time for it to happen. Should be healed by tomorrow, so don't worry too much. I know you're worried.
So, Osama bin Laden. My views. Yay.
Personally, I don't really feel anything massive at the news. I mean, I've always subscribed to the view that one man's terrorist is another's freedom fighter. American troops kill people, he kills people.
I know, I know, people are going to say, 'You'd feel differently if he'd attacked someone close to you.' And yeah, I know I would. But I'd also contend that you'd feel pretty bad too if an American soldier attacked someone close to you.
I understand why people would be happy that he's dead. Especially people that have been affected. I'm not demeaning the suffering that they've gone through by any means. But I think it's also good to remember that in the process of invading other nations, the USA has also killed a lot of fathers, mothers, brothers, sisters and friends. Many of them just as innocent as those that suffered in the terrorist attacks perpetrated by bin Laden.
I don't admire the man, but I do respect the fact that he turned away from a life of exorbitantly comfortable living, for an ideology. For something that he believed in. While I know that the vast majority of what he did was utterly reprehensible, I respect that one part of his character. Let me make it clear that I don't love the guy, or what he did, but I just think that the act of ditching billions of dollars for ideology is quite a feat.
Just so that I don't get abused, verbally or otherwise, let me make it quite clear once again: I have no love for the guy. I'm just not in the "Woooo, yeah, he's dead" camp.
Anyway, that's all. I don't think it changes much in the grand scheme of things, but it's good in the sense that it provides some sense of closure for the victims of his attacks.
Back to uni stuff discussion. It's still pretty hectic, and looks like being so for the foreseeable future.
Oh, and I'm getting panic attacks from doing uni work. And my finger hurts from all that typing.
Word of the Day: Osama
I realised that the reason for it being good was that I ran into about a million and one people that I actually liked today. For the first time in a while, I ran into people that I actually wanted to talk to, and not people that I would rather avoid at all costs.
Upon arriving at uni, I ran into Irene on my way to class. After that, I went to aforementioned class, and felt like a dud all over again.
Then, on my way to my next class, while waiting for Yun, I ran into everyone's favourite white man, Orrin. Or, at least, my favourite white man. We had a good old chat about nothing in particular, and went our separate ways.
After our next lecture, I ran into none other than Ken, he of Vietnamese origin. We had a good old moan about uni, and away he went.
Then I ran into Davy. Funnily enough, Yun and I were discussing him about two minutes before, and how she couldn't get through to his mobile.
Then, I ran into Elene and Irene (again!).
Good times all around.
Now the bad.
I think I have a slight cold. Worst time to get it. And to make it worse (not that they're related or anything. At least, I don't think they are), I split off a bit of my fingernail from my finger when I was all gung-ho and opening a cardboard wrapping this morning. So now it hurts like hell when I try to type, so I'm typing like a guy who only has the use of nine fingers. Timing could've been worse. That's not to say I wanted it to happen, but it's not the worst time for it to happen. Should be healed by tomorrow, so don't worry too much. I know you're worried.
So, Osama bin Laden. My views. Yay.
Personally, I don't really feel anything massive at the news. I mean, I've always subscribed to the view that one man's terrorist is another's freedom fighter. American troops kill people, he kills people.
I know, I know, people are going to say, 'You'd feel differently if he'd attacked someone close to you.' And yeah, I know I would. But I'd also contend that you'd feel pretty bad too if an American soldier attacked someone close to you.
I understand why people would be happy that he's dead. Especially people that have been affected. I'm not demeaning the suffering that they've gone through by any means. But I think it's also good to remember that in the process of invading other nations, the USA has also killed a lot of fathers, mothers, brothers, sisters and friends. Many of them just as innocent as those that suffered in the terrorist attacks perpetrated by bin Laden.
I don't admire the man, but I do respect the fact that he turned away from a life of exorbitantly comfortable living, for an ideology. For something that he believed in. While I know that the vast majority of what he did was utterly reprehensible, I respect that one part of his character. Let me make it clear that I don't love the guy, or what he did, but I just think that the act of ditching billions of dollars for ideology is quite a feat.
Just so that I don't get abused, verbally or otherwise, let me make it quite clear once again: I have no love for the guy. I'm just not in the "Woooo, yeah, he's dead" camp.
Anyway, that's all. I don't think it changes much in the grand scheme of things, but it's good in the sense that it provides some sense of closure for the victims of his attacks.
Back to uni stuff discussion. It's still pretty hectic, and looks like being so for the foreseeable future.
Oh, and I'm getting panic attacks from doing uni work. And my finger hurts from all that typing.
Word of the Day: Osama
Thursday, 18 November 2010
Pottering about (oh snap)
So being the geniuses that you all undoubtedly are, I'm sure that you can tell from the title that I did, in fact, watch Harry Potter today.
Not just any Harry Potter. Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, to be exact. Part 1, to improve on this exactness.
And no, I didn't see it by myself. I saw it with Banh and Orrin, if you must know. But those are extraneous details.
We walked into the cinema, and Banh chose the seats that were not our designated seats, and were very much not next to the girls that we were supposed to be next to (damn). Then, while we were watching the movie, I discovered that they were big fans of laughing, giggling and generally making a big fuss every time Harry took his shirt off (well played after all, Banh).
Anyway. The movie.
Probably the best one so far, even though it's not actually a completed movie. Actually, the sixth one probably just shades it, but there's still a Part 2 to come (lame). It's probably a decent movie because, like I've maintained for many years now, the seventh book was written like a movie script. A bad movie script. A pretty bad book (bad, as in I think it would be classified under bad writing if it weren't a Harry Potter book), but it always had the potential to be made into a decent movie. Acting's slightly meh, but it's always been like that. I think the thing that really does it is how well it's filmed. Very thoughtfully produced, I thought, and beautifully camera-ed (yeah, that's a word. Or, at least, it is now).
Also, ending (or according to Banh, "The Halftime Break") = lame. Don't say I didn't warn you.
It's kind of sad though. The movie, I mean. In the literal way. Harry Potter really was the phenomenon of our time. Masterfully written, appealing to all ages. It brought reading back to the masses, and, in the words of some critic or other "permeated the public consciousness" to a level seldom achieved by books. I'll probably write a bit more on it after Part 2. Actually, I'll definitely write more about it.
Here's the theme, which I love.
It suits the film very well.
Alright, that's all for now. I'm off to read the new Ranger's Apprentice book that I didn't know was out, even though it was out on the 1st. Well, I'll start reading it if and when Sarah decides she should go to bed because she has school (or something) tomorrow, and decides to give me the book.
Word of the Day: Potter
Tuesday, 21 September 2010
Negatron
It's only Tuesday night, and I feel as though it's been a really, really long week already.
Word of the Day: Vibes
I think that happy feeling I had a while ago has long since evaporated. I've been mad at people left, right and centre, for various reasons, most of them being rational.
My attitude right about now is a massive load of whatever. If friends don't want to treat me as any more than a second-rate friend, that's cool. I've got enough of them to be going on with anyway.
As proof of how bad it's been, friends have also had bad things happen to them this past week. Irene got a bad allergic reaction AND had her car hit, Banh got himself food poisoned, and Zara broke her toe. Oh, and mum's quite sick too. It's all been rather depressive and gloomy. I mean, there hasn't been proper sunlight for ages. It's all just rain and cloud, and more rain and cloud, with a bit of wind now and then to keep things fresh.
Despite all these negative vibes, there was a bit of respite this afternoon. In the library, while fruitlessly searching for books, I ran into John and Tamara. Good people, both of them. Then I ran into Meng, before Orrin finally got there for our hastily-scheduled meeting. That was good. Got some of the weight off my chest. Amazing how cathartic talking to someone is. It feels like a burden that's been halved. Or something. Although I had to suffer through Meng and Orrin geeking out about their Android megaphones and whatnot.
Hopefully all the negativity has now been spent, and a brighter next few days awaits. Here's to a happy last-few-days-before-not-very-mid-sem-break.
Word of the Day: Vibes
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?
...
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
Wednesday, 14 April 2010
Jim
I was just in the gym, when a thought occurred to me.
The gym, of all places. I have no idea why. Maybe because my brain is relatively unoccupied when I'm working out. I should start thinking about more useful things during that time. Like Accounting, for instance. Or how to resolve life problems.
Anyway. It occurred to me that I know but a handful of people that have been as kind to me as I have been to them.
That's all really. It wasn't really a random thought. I mean, it only occurred to me then, but I think I've known for a while now, and it's been eating away at me. I just couldn't really nail what was bothering me a lot. But there we go. I think it came to me not because of one single thing that happened, but a few experiences, observations and realisations coming together. I'm not exactly sure if this is the case with other people, but I sure hope not. For their sake. I guess that's why a lot of people are more cagey than I am, and less willing to treat people nicely until they get to know them really, really well. I wish I was like them. It makes it a lot harder to get burnt. Time and again. Some wise guy (with all due respect) once said something along of the lines of:
Just something to think about.
Enough introspective stuff now. I am trying to stick to being lighthearted on this blog, so here goes.
I was walking through Glen Waverley to have lunch with my family, when I noticed how short everybody was. It was ridiculous. Even the white people were shorter than average. I swear, hardly any of them would've topped 1.70m. I thought it was only with Chinamen in China, but apparently not. I felt like a giant.
Last night. I randomly felt a craving for a dog tag. Well, not randomly. I've been seeing them around lately. Leather jacket and dog tag combo. Dream machine right there. It's not that I can't afford a dog tag. But it seems lame to buy one for myself. But then, I don't really trust anyone else to get me one. Like, I want a good one, but not too pricey, and it looks nice. Something around the 100 - 150 mark. I don't know where to start looking. And you know what that means. It means I won't start looking. But seriously, I'd be stoked if someone just randomly got me something like that. Actually, I'd be pretty stoked if someone got me anything randomly. I like it when people give me random trinkets that I can carry around with me, or wear, or something. You know the deal.
I was actually discussing with Orrin while having a look at some ridiculously priced dog tags. Dog tag from T & Co for like 400. And he's like:
I thought it was a joke, albeit not a very funny one. But a joke nonetheless. I talk about another one. And he pretty much says the same thing. And then he's like "I'm being serious here." Is it just me, or does him not knowing what a dog tag is akin to somebody not knowing what jeans are? Maybe a tad extreme, but I thought it was fairly common knowledge. Expected better from someone who idolises Tupac.
Back to the present. It was rather cold again today. So much so that I missed my sister's scarf that I left at home. That's two days of scarfage now (or required scarfage). One more day like this, and it'll be winter.
And to finish on a grim note, the work, which I should've done more of during the break, has started to pile up. And, when I'm under pressure, I start working harder. Bizarre. So I'm starting to work harder now. And trying to break the trend of positive correlation between frequency of blogging and amount of work that needs to be done. See, I sound nerdier already. Actually, I'm fairly sure I sound like that normally anyway.
Word of the Day: Jim
The gym, of all places. I have no idea why. Maybe because my brain is relatively unoccupied when I'm working out. I should start thinking about more useful things during that time. Like Accounting, for instance. Or how to resolve life problems.
Anyway. It occurred to me that I know but a handful of people that have been as kind to me as I have been to them.
That's all really. It wasn't really a random thought. I mean, it only occurred to me then, but I think I've known for a while now, and it's been eating away at me. I just couldn't really nail what was bothering me a lot. But there we go. I think it came to me not because of one single thing that happened, but a few experiences, observations and realisations coming together. I'm not exactly sure if this is the case with other people, but I sure hope not. For their sake. I guess that's why a lot of people are more cagey than I am, and less willing to treat people nicely until they get to know them really, really well. I wish I was like them. It makes it a lot harder to get burnt. Time and again. Some wise guy (with all due respect) once said something along of the lines of:
Those that we love hurt us the most.
Just something to think about.
Enough introspective stuff now. I am trying to stick to being lighthearted on this blog, so here goes.
I was walking through Glen Waverley to have lunch with my family, when I noticed how short everybody was. It was ridiculous. Even the white people were shorter than average. I swear, hardly any of them would've topped 1.70m. I thought it was only with Chinamen in China, but apparently not. I felt like a giant.
Last night. I randomly felt a craving for a dog tag. Well, not randomly. I've been seeing them around lately. Leather jacket and dog tag combo. Dream machine right there. It's not that I can't afford a dog tag. But it seems lame to buy one for myself. But then, I don't really trust anyone else to get me one. Like, I want a good one, but not too pricey, and it looks nice. Something around the 100 - 150 mark. I don't know where to start looking. And you know what that means. It means I won't start looking. But seriously, I'd be stoked if someone just randomly got me something like that. Actually, I'd be pretty stoked if someone got me anything randomly. I like it when people give me random trinkets that I can carry around with me, or wear, or something. You know the deal.
I was actually discussing with Orrin while having a look at some ridiculously priced dog tags. Dog tag from T & Co for like 400. And he's like:
But how would your dog know the difference between a T & Co dog tag and a cheap one?
I thought it was a joke, albeit not a very funny one. But a joke nonetheless. I talk about another one. And he pretty much says the same thing. And then he's like "I'm being serious here." Is it just me, or does him not knowing what a dog tag is akin to somebody not knowing what jeans are? Maybe a tad extreme, but I thought it was fairly common knowledge. Expected better from someone who idolises Tupac.
Back to the present. It was rather cold again today. So much so that I missed my sister's scarf that I left at home. That's two days of scarfage now (or required scarfage). One more day like this, and it'll be winter.
And to finish on a grim note, the work, which I should've done more of during the break, has started to pile up. And, when I'm under pressure, I start working harder. Bizarre. So I'm starting to work harder now. And trying to break the trend of positive correlation between frequency of blogging and amount of work that needs to be done. See, I sound nerdier already. Actually, I'm fairly sure I sound like that normally anyway.
Word of the Day: Jim
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, 21 January 2010
Fishy business
So here I am, back home from a 3 night, 4 day journey to Metung.
Well, what can I say. A lot happened. I'll try and pick some highlights.
I failed to catch any fish. Over 3 days, I failed to catch one fish. At all. The reasons, I believe, are varied, and all of them are quite plausible.
1. I suck at fishing. We'll start with the least plausible explanation. I can fish, being the hunter-gatherer that I am. However, the other times may have just been sheer, dumb luck, so we can't rule this explanation out.
2. My inner peace was unsettled, and this was picked up on by the fish. The most plausible reason out of all of them, I believe. What happened was, my friend, Orrin, tells me on Monday night that he had received no transfer offers from anywhere. None. From anywhere. After having applied in a range of courses as broad as my shoulders, from Arts/Commerce to hairdressing in Bundoora. And he had a D average. After consoling him for a quarter of an hour, and scratching my head as to why he didn't at least get a transfer into Gardening at Peninsula, he calls me 15 minutes later to tell me that he had actually gotten a transfer to Arts/Commerce at Clayton, which was his first preference. And he had the nerve to complain that I didn't congratulate him, even though I did. But he didn't even deserve it. Apparently he only checked the paper, and not the website.
Yeah, congratulations on the monumental stuff-up Orrin.
So for the next couple of nights, no fish.
Just to illustrate the validity of this reasoning, everyone else but me caught at least one fish. And, just to top it off, after Linda texted me last night, I almost caught something. Good luck charm right there.
3. All the fish have moved to Sydney.
Hmm. That's about all there is to mention really. Pictures on Facebook soon hopefully. Oh, and I didn't get to buy any souvenirs, owing to the fact that there are hardly any shops that sell souvenir-y things. Forgive me, friends.
Word of the Day: Metung
Well, what can I say. A lot happened. I'll try and pick some highlights.
I failed to catch any fish. Over 3 days, I failed to catch one fish. At all. The reasons, I believe, are varied, and all of them are quite plausible.
1. I suck at fishing. We'll start with the least plausible explanation. I can fish, being the hunter-gatherer that I am. However, the other times may have just been sheer, dumb luck, so we can't rule this explanation out.
2. My inner peace was unsettled, and this was picked up on by the fish. The most plausible reason out of all of them, I believe. What happened was, my friend, Orrin, tells me on Monday night that he had received no transfer offers from anywhere. None. From anywhere. After having applied in a range of courses as broad as my shoulders, from Arts/Commerce to hairdressing in Bundoora. And he had a D average. After consoling him for a quarter of an hour, and scratching my head as to why he didn't at least get a transfer into Gardening at Peninsula, he calls me 15 minutes later to tell me that he had actually gotten a transfer to Arts/Commerce at Clayton, which was his first preference. And he had the nerve to complain that I didn't congratulate him, even though I did. But he didn't even deserve it. Apparently he only checked the paper, and not the website.
Can you congratulate me or something, man?
Yeah, congratulations on the monumental stuff-up Orrin.
So for the next couple of nights, no fish.
Just to illustrate the validity of this reasoning, everyone else but me caught at least one fish. And, just to top it off, after Linda texted me last night, I almost caught something. Good luck charm right there.
3. All the fish have moved to Sydney.
Hmm. That's about all there is to mention really. Pictures on Facebook soon hopefully. Oh, and I didn't get to buy any souvenirs, owing to the fact that there are hardly any shops that sell souvenir-y things. Forgive me, friends.
Word of the Day: Metung
Saturday, 16 January 2010
Everything's coming up roses
Things are quite good now. I'm in a happy period of my life. But, from experience, things come crashing down pretty quickly. Happiness is quite a fickle friend most of the time. So I'll enjoy it to the fullest while it lasts.
I can see trouble on the horizon already. Valentine's Day, and what I should do. The very thought of it makes me shake with nervousness. So many things could go wrong. Rejection is a big one. I hope not. But you never know. As I've said before, I try to stop from getting too optimistic about things, but I think I'm a natural optimist, and I can't really help it. I try to keep it under control, but it just seeps through the cracks of the mental barriers that I put up against it.
But this is a sort of happy problem to have to worry about in the future. Another one that I can see, and that could potentially do so much more damage to me academically is Financial Accounting. It's also so much less likely to induce any kind of happiness. More like relief upon passing it, at most. I still don't understand why you'd make a unit so hard.
I'll talk about something concrete now, instead of projecting my nothing thoughts into this post.
Last night, I went to Orrin's New Year's BBQ. Apparently that's how they do it in New Zealand. Like, a month after New Year's.
Anyway, nothing much happened, apart from this girl at his shindig having a mental breakdown after drinking too much. According to Meng, it was alcohol-induced paranoia. Quite unnerving at the start, insofar as "What the hell are we supposed to do? Is she alright? Should we call someone?" After that, it just got a bit awkward, because you can't really have a good time while something like that's going on. So you want to keep at it like nothing's happening, but the human in you can't. And that's the end of the story.
Today, I had brunch at about five different places with Linda.
Ok, slight exaggeration. It was two places. Only a slight exaggeration.
She's awesome. And that's the end of that story. Man, I tell good, detailed and in-depth stories.
Word of the Day: Happiness
I can see trouble on the horizon already. Valentine's Day, and what I should do. The very thought of it makes me shake with nervousness. So many things could go wrong. Rejection is a big one. I hope not. But you never know. As I've said before, I try to stop from getting too optimistic about things, but I think I'm a natural optimist, and I can't really help it. I try to keep it under control, but it just seeps through the cracks of the mental barriers that I put up against it.
But this is a sort of happy problem to have to worry about in the future. Another one that I can see, and that could potentially do so much more damage to me academically is Financial Accounting. It's also so much less likely to induce any kind of happiness. More like relief upon passing it, at most. I still don't understand why you'd make a unit so hard.
I'll talk about something concrete now, instead of projecting my nothing thoughts into this post.
Last night, I went to Orrin's New Year's BBQ. Apparently that's how they do it in New Zealand. Like, a month after New Year's.
Anyway, nothing much happened, apart from this girl at his shindig having a mental breakdown after drinking too much. According to Meng, it was alcohol-induced paranoia. Quite unnerving at the start, insofar as "What the hell are we supposed to do? Is she alright? Should we call someone?" After that, it just got a bit awkward, because you can't really have a good time while something like that's going on. So you want to keep at it like nothing's happening, but the human in you can't. And that's the end of the story.
Today, I had brunch at about five different places with Linda.
Ok, slight exaggeration. It was two places. Only a slight exaggeration.
She's awesome. And that's the end of that story. Man, I tell good, detailed and in-depth stories.
Word of the Day: Happiness
Saturday, 28 November 2009
Une nuit de poker
Who would've thought that the French also call it poker. Gambling is universal, it seems.
Um. Bonjour.
So last night was poker night with the lads plus Kylie. Females reprezent. Despite my fears that not enough people would come, seven people seemed just the right amount. Any more and I would've just been making Martinis and apple ciders all night long.
So like, I expected James to be a massive poker shark and kill us all, along with his cousin, who're always like "Pokerpokerpoker, nownownow." It turns out that Kyle T is some hardcore gambler who eats people like James for breakfast.
One of the stupidest/funniest moments of the night, nay ever, was Banh's cooking misadventure.
Banh: "Hey, Andrew's mum, uhhh, why is your oven so, like, not hot?"
My mother: "Uhh, it's kinda, like, not on."
Me: "You couldn't have asked me, could you? You just had to wait until mother came home."
The tarts themselves were quite...interesting. Artfully done. See, they couldn't be eaten normally. You had to kind of...drink them. Yeah. Get your head around that. Tarts that need to be drunk. Didn't taste half bad. But apparently they weren't supposed to turn out that runny. Who would've thought it.
Yeah, I have issues with my poker playing. It keep getting into the last two people, then bam! It all goes downhill. It may have something to do with my opponent always having a mountain of chips, and me having diddly squat.
All in all, a fairly good do I thought. Next up, Wii night.
Word of the Day: Poker
Um. Bonjour.
So last night was poker night with the lads plus Kylie. Females reprezent. Despite my fears that not enough people would come, seven people seemed just the right amount. Any more and I would've just been making Martinis and apple ciders all night long.
So like, I expected James to be a massive poker shark and kill us all, along with his cousin, who're always like "Pokerpokerpoker, nownownow." It turns out that Kyle T is some hardcore gambler who eats people like James for breakfast.
One of the stupidest/funniest moments of the night, nay ever, was Banh's cooking misadventure.
Banh: "Hey, Andrew's mum, uhhh, why is your oven so, like, not hot?"
My mother: "Uhh, it's kinda, like, not on."
Me: "You couldn't have asked me, could you? You just had to wait until mother came home."
The tarts themselves were quite...interesting. Artfully done. See, they couldn't be eaten normally. You had to kind of...drink them. Yeah. Get your head around that. Tarts that need to be drunk. Didn't taste half bad. But apparently they weren't supposed to turn out that runny. Who would've thought it.
Yeah, I have issues with my poker playing. It keep getting into the last two people, then bam! It all goes downhill. It may have something to do with my opponent always having a mountain of chips, and me having diddly squat.
All in all, a fairly good do I thought. Next up, Wii night.
Word of the Day: Poker
Thursday, 26 November 2009
Picnic practice
I'm in two minds here. I don't think I should talk about today's events, but it seems wrong to not at least mention it. So I'll keep it simple.
Rest in peace Steve. Even though I didn't know you that well, you were a great person and will be sorely missed.
On to some more light-hearted, trivial stuff (because I believe it's important to stay happy), I tested out my knee yesterday in some picnic pass-to-pass. I can finally pass a ball without feeling like my knee's about to fall off. However, I got a timely reminder about how fragile it still is after I almost destroyed it again trying to stop the ball from rolling on to the road. Which indicates that I should work on the knee a bit more before playing properly, because tackling someone would probably wreck the knee for good. Patience.
The picnic itself was fairly good. Good catch-up with Orrin and Priscilla, and met some new people, which is always good. But yeah. Knee. Maybe I should just get a new one.
Word of the Day: Steve
Rest in peace Steve. Even though I didn't know you that well, you were a great person and will be sorely missed.
On to some more light-hearted, trivial stuff (because I believe it's important to stay happy), I tested out my knee yesterday in some picnic pass-to-pass. I can finally pass a ball without feeling like my knee's about to fall off. However, I got a timely reminder about how fragile it still is after I almost destroyed it again trying to stop the ball from rolling on to the road. Which indicates that I should work on the knee a bit more before playing properly, because tackling someone would probably wreck the knee for good. Patience.
The picnic itself was fairly good. Good catch-up with Orrin and Priscilla, and met some new people, which is always good. But yeah. Knee. Maybe I should just get a new one.
Word of the Day: Steve
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
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
Friday, 17 July 2009
Dumbledore dies...again!
Yes. Once in the book, once in the movie. That's twice.
Yesterday on the train, on the way to see Harry Potter at Melbourne Central, I discovered how annoying a train trip without an iPod is. The reason that I didn't have my iPod on me was that I didn't really expect Banh to catch the train half an hour after mine. So yeah. There were these kids that were, for some inexplicable reason, imitating baby noises for the whole train trip. There was also this woman who kept shouting down the phone in Cantonese. It was just so annoying and...annoying.
After I got to Melbourne Central and escaped the White Noise Vortex, I met up with my homie G dawgs (what you commoners call 'friends'). The simplified version was that we went upstairs to watch Half-Blood Prince.
All in all, a good effort. Much better than the last few. It was more like a real movie, in my opinion, and not just some dodgy spin-off. The acting, which was very weak in the first few, was much, much better. The whole movie was much more mature and well-shot.
After that, Nando's awaited. Funny thing was, Steven and Kishara asked me to come to this gig, and I barely got the chance to speak to them. They left when we got to Nando's. I left my scarf at Nando's, which I intend to pick up on Sunday.
Anyway. Even though I didn't get to talk to Steven and Kish much, or Orrin for that matter, Banh and I had a good chat about important life matters, such as whether a cake tin for $47 is too expensive, and how many times I've been into a cooking shop with a guy, or any person apart from my mother, and whether Flight of the Conchords Season 2 is worth downloading. Just for the record, apparently it's not, owing to the fact that it sucks.
Word of the Day: Dumbledore
Yesterday on the train, on the way to see Harry Potter at Melbourne Central, I discovered how annoying a train trip without an iPod is. The reason that I didn't have my iPod on me was that I didn't really expect Banh to catch the train half an hour after mine. So yeah. There were these kids that were, for some inexplicable reason, imitating baby noises for the whole train trip. There was also this woman who kept shouting down the phone in Cantonese. It was just so annoying and...annoying.
After I got to Melbourne Central and escaped the White Noise Vortex, I met up with my homie G dawgs (what you commoners call 'friends'). The simplified version was that we went upstairs to watch Half-Blood Prince.
All in all, a good effort. Much better than the last few. It was more like a real movie, in my opinion, and not just some dodgy spin-off. The acting, which was very weak in the first few, was much, much better. The whole movie was much more mature and well-shot.
After that, Nando's awaited. Funny thing was, Steven and Kishara asked me to come to this gig, and I barely got the chance to speak to them. They left when we got to Nando's. I left my scarf at Nando's, which I intend to pick up on Sunday.
Anyway. Even though I didn't get to talk to Steven and Kish much, or Orrin for that matter, Banh and I had a good chat about important life matters, such as whether a cake tin for $47 is too expensive, and how many times I've been into a cooking shop with a guy, or any person apart from my mother, and whether Flight of the Conchords Season 2 is worth downloading. Just for the record, apparently it's not, owing to the fact that it sucks.
Word of the Day: Dumbledore
Monday, 29 September 2008
My wild, delinquent ways
Woo, mid-sem break, and I've been a party boy in recent weeks. I've been to...would you believe it... two parties in the last two weeks! I should really cut back on my party-going. At least that's what my parents say. I think that this mandate has an element of self-interest, in that they wouldn't care if I didn't get them to pick me up at night. More on driving later.
So first up, on the Saturday night before mid-sem break, it was Orrin's 18th! About time too. I thought I was young. It was held at this Korean bbq/karaoke place called 'Four Seasons' in Glen Waverley, which charged ridiculous prices. Anyway, it was kind of me-and-Meng time more than Orrin time, as he was was too busy 'entertaining' his friends. Incidentally, me and Meng got him a soccer ball, which he seemed fairly pleased about. At the place, we met a bunch of new people, who were quite nice, albeit a bit odd. Oh, and Orrin's girlfriend. No comment.
A good night though. Karaoke was...meh. It's not really singing when you have to shout over twelve-odd people. How sweet the sound, that saved a wretch like me.
Next up was JC's 19th birthday dinner on last Saturday at the mysterious-sounding 'The Booth'. 19th isn't highlighted because it's really a nowhere birthday. Anyway, this gig had a sense of deja vu about it.
Eugene and I got JC a pen and pacer set. Much more practical than 'The Biggest Loser' book with James Cheng photos pasted all over it.
I skipped on K because I was going to work with my Dad the next day. And work I did. I was completely knackered by the end. My thighs still hurt.
About that driving. I have completed my seventh lesson, and, according to driving instructor, should be on a road near you come Christmas. Bet you're all looking forward to that. And that way, I won't get any complaints even if I go to a party before breakfast, and one after dinner, each and every day.
Word of the day: Party Animal
So first up, on the Saturday night before mid-sem break, it was Orrin's 18th! About time too. I thought I was young. It was held at this Korean bbq/karaoke place called 'Four Seasons' in Glen Waverley, which charged ridiculous prices. Anyway, it was kind of me-and-Meng time more than Orrin time, as he was was too busy 'entertaining' his friends. Incidentally, me and Meng got him a soccer ball, which he seemed fairly pleased about. At the place, we met a bunch of new people, who were quite nice, albeit a bit odd. Oh, and Orrin's girlfriend. No comment.
A good night though. Karaoke was...meh. It's not really singing when you have to shout over twelve-odd people. How sweet the sound, that saved a wretch like me.
Next up was JC's 19th birthday dinner on last Saturday at the mysterious-sounding 'The Booth'. 19th isn't highlighted because it's really a nowhere birthday. Anyway, this gig had a sense of deja vu about it.
- It was in a Chinese/Cantonese enclave. Instead of GW, it was in Box Hill.
- Karaoke again, except this time I skipped it, owing to the physically demanding work I had the following day.
Eugene and I got JC a pen and pacer set. Much more practical than 'The Biggest Loser' book with James Cheng photos pasted all over it.
I skipped on K because I was going to work with my Dad the next day. And work I did. I was completely knackered by the end. My thighs still hurt.
About that driving. I have completed my seventh lesson, and, according to driving instructor, should be on a road near you come Christmas. Bet you're all looking forward to that. And that way, I won't get any complaints even if I go to a party before breakfast, and one after dinner, each and every day.
Word of the day: Party Animal
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