I will never win this game, without you

Suddenly started listening to this song obsessively, for no apparent reason. Maybe it's some kind of subconscious...something. Whatever.

This assignment is giving me the irrates. I don't know how to do it. There's nobody I can really go to for help. And I have other stuff to deal with as well.

Stuff that requires hard work, hours upon hours of work, I can deal with, as long as I have a little bit of a clue what's going on. I just hate trying to do something without any modicum of certainty. Or, at least, something that matters.

Whatever. I'll consult with group members and see if they know a bit more than I. I can't see how they could possibly know less than me. Knowing less than me would take them into negative knowledge territory. Which is slightly silly.

Word of the Day: Modicum

And another one

This is just another post detailing how utterly tired I am.

I think I'm actually using my brain this semester, and that's why no matter how much sleep I get, it doesn't feel enough.

Who knew that using the brain could be so tiring?

Having said that, I'm still behind in everything. Urgh.

I don't know where I'm going with all of this. Probably nowhere much.

In summary, the quality of my posts will not improve until all this is sorted out. Everything. So don't hold your breath.

Word of the Day: Breath

J'ai besoin de headphones de Roc Nation

The night before my French oral, and I'm trying to get into battle mode.

It's not really working. I've got that unwarranted confidence in my own abilities coming back now.

"Yeah, I'll be fine. I speak French. How hard can it be?"

It'll be hard. As soon as I start thinking that, I know I'm in strife.

Anyway, next object of desire:

Basically, headphones endorsed by Jay-Z. More info here.

Roc Nation Aviators by Skullcandy. And aren't they just gorgeous. They look like the pair of aviators that I want next (gold frame, brown lense), and the touch of leather just makes it. Volume control, and in-built mic. The only foreseeable barrier is cost, which I am having trouble obtaining. But just wow.

Update: Apparently not leather, and $150 USD. Hmm. Not bad. Especially with the dollar as strong as it is now. Problem is, can I get them imported for that price?

Questions unanswered. Until next time.

Word of the Day: Desire

Period

It seems as though I am, once again, stuck in one of those periods of time where not very much seems to go right. Like always, it manifests itself in frustration, a short temper, and a little bit of sadness when I'm alone. I'm not going to talk about it all here, because (a) it would take a long while, which I don't have, and (b) you most likely don't want to hear about it. Just know that it's a combination of factors. People, studies, and other miscellaneous issues.

I was going to talk about something amusing and cheery that I observed the other day, but I'm just completely not in the mood. I have work in about an hour, but I'm not really in the mood for that either. I hate how the one time I actually feel like studying, I have to do something else.

It all comes back to irony in the end. It'll probably get better in a couple of days. It usually does.

Word of the Day: Issues

Knackered

I am quite knackered at the moment. Just thought I had to get it out there. All the work that I'm supposed to have done but haven't is starting to catch up with me now. Hopefully I have enough energy left to pull off another superhuman effort, and revise well for the French test on Monday, and blow this Company Law assignment right out of the water.

Head starting to throb slightly. Going to read a bit of Max Remy, then fall asleep with my face buried in the book.

Until next time.

Bazoing.

Zzzzzzzzz.

Word of the Day: Knackered

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:

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

French = English spoken with a French accent

Yep, almost end of the mid-sem break, and I have done zero work. Or, as they say in French, zero.

I'm kind of worried about this now. I really needed to have done some work. All my units are harder than ever. Oh well. Guess that means that I'll just have to kick into gear during uni proper.

Having said that, this has been on of the more enjoyable mid-sem breaks that I've had. Ask me about it sometime, and I might tell you about it. It's too hard to articulate in written words, which here means that it sounds a bit lame written down.

Another two months or so of uni to look forward to now. The first month seemed to take so long.

Sigh.

Word of the Day: Franglish

A bit of quoteage

Monday seriously cannot come quick enough.

I've been meaning to study, and work, and stuff, but it just hasn't been happening. Bad study habits, developed as a result for being a semi-genius in primary school and early secondary school. Or I like to think that. It's a better than just admitting that I just have issues getting started on work, and I procrastinate far too much. Like, I look for novel ways to procrastinate. Blogging, for instance. And that's unintentional procrastination. It begs the question: how often do I procrastinate intentionally.

But things should start getting good from Monday, starting with dinner at Linda Gao's, where I'll be acting as the resident taxi driver/chef/waiter. According to Meng, acting in the capacity of a taxi driver automatically makes my name Sanjay. Every time I hear that name, I think of the chubby Indian kid in the year below us at Melbourne High, who I saw at Sofia's once.

Anyway, an update on the Ultimate Man project. A description of the Ultimate Man project can be found here.

I'm making more money than I ever have. My friends are mostly cool with me. I'm getting along fine and dandy with my family. I've discarded people in my life who have been detrimental to me. I have a car. I'm tanker than I have been in living memory. I got into the interview stage of KPMG, who incidentally still haven't contacted me yet. So the only things that are missing from this picture, at this point in time, is a girl, and getting tanker. Weird how the first is probably the most important, and hardest to attain, section of the project, and the latter takes consistent, frequent dedication and time commitment. As someone once said:

Nothing worth having comes easy.

It's great. It's almost on par with this quote, which is also very relevant:

It's weird that whatever else is on your mind, whether it's the downfall of global economics or terrible environmental troubles, the thing that always gets you most is when you fancy someone.

Thank-you, Chris Martin. I love that quote. I think I actually came up with it before hearing about it, but he's more famous, so he gets it out there first. Damn thief.

So I'm still working on the project. Fun times in prospect.

Word of the Day: Project

Ho hum

The much-anticipated break has arrived, and I feel distinctly underwhelmed.

Breaks from uni are actually fairly boring. Should heat up next week, but today has been fairly humdrum.

Also, girls can be quite moody. That's all I really wanted to say today. Just an observation.

Also also, yesterday I bought a Michael Jordan poster. It's pretty maddogz. It's the 'Wings' poster, which has the quote from William Blake: 'No bird soars too high if he soars with his own wings'. Love that poster. The weird thing is I was looking at buying it the other day, and, lo-and-behold, there it was, on sale at uni. Now there's just the small matter of getting it framed. It's huge.

Yesterday, I also made a killing on the stock market. LGL jumped a dollar, from 3 bucks to 4, because of an attempted acquisition. That's on top of the 30c I'd already made on it. It's awesome when something you're learning applies in real life i.e. accounting for business combinations, and this acquisition. Be buying you all new computers soon.

My goal this break is to finish all my assignments. Yes, it's impossible. So what.

Word of the Day: Humdrum

Oh snap

It feels so good when someone thinks you're wrong, and they're really convinced of your wrongness, and then you unequivocally prove them wrong, and that you are, in fact, right.

This happened in our accounting presentation today. I thought we'd screwed something up because this guy at the back of the room seemed certain that we had. Turns out he was very, very wrong, and very, very confused. What a reversal. From him thinking that he'd got us, and could laugh at us, to us getting him, like a rabbit caught in the headlights, and almost laughing at him.

It did, however, turn out that we had in fact done two things wrong, which were later picked up by the tutor. But the fact remains that nobody else picked up that we were wrong.

How petty of me. I'm usually not as vindictive as this, but I feel that way today. Just thinking about past events, and the vengeance associated with it. I'm trying not to seek revenge for anything at all, because I've found that it provides a kind of satisfaction for a millisecond, and then you feel worse than ever because you've done it. That's why Batman is a vigilante, not a...revenge-seeker. That reminds me of a conversation I had with a few homeboys last year.

Me: "What're we going to do for extra-curricular next semester?"
Meng or Banh (I can't remember): "Become vigilantes."
Me: "Oh yeah. The BatMeng."

Ok, so not much of a conversation. Still, it satisfies the criteria for a conversation. Not that I know what those criteria are, or whether they exist at all. I think they do. I'm fairly sure I learnt about that in linguistics. And it was funny.

ANYWAY. I don't know what prompted that rant. But I am now in 90% holiday mode. That's my last assessment for this...half semester. I'm trying to think of a better word for it, if you can call that a word at all. Term? Too junior. I'll think of something clever soon enough. Looking forward to tomorrow for various reasons. We'll see what happens.

Word of the Day: Vengeance

I was always liked jazz more anyway

Woo. Most people seem to have gotten over the start-of-another-uni-year blues, which has coincided (or had a direct effect?) on less of my friends hating on me. Everyone seems a lot less tetchy and stressed, including myself. I think it's because we're finally into the swing of things again, and found our rhythm. All very wishy-washy stuff, but quite true.

I am also handing out cupcakes made by my mother. Yes, it is a bit weird. Deal with it. I feel like being kind. If that's a crime, you can either a) sue me and put me in jail, or b) don't have one.

Also, fairly looking forward to the mid-semester break. Mainly because of the stuff planned by my friends for me to go to, but also because I need it. Just for a general loosening of the body, soul, and mind, and for catching up on work and assignments. Guess there goes the loosening part.

KPMG still haven't called me, even though they said they'd probably do it today. Not too worried though. Whatever's happened has happened. I'm also trying not to get my hopes up too much. As they (and I) say, the higher the expectations, the harder the fall. It's hard though. I hate being a closet optimist.

Ok. So the main thing on the horizon right now is the Accounting presentation tomorrow. Seems like it should be a breeze, but these things hardly ever turn out that way. Whatever. Looking forward to finishing the first half of the semester on a high note, and hopefully that happens tomorrow afternoon.

Word of the Day: Blues

About time

Last night, it finally happened.

I always wondered whether it would. One day, when my seemingly limitless levels of energy would fail me.

Me and my sisters were watching Despereaux on DVD last night. Afterwards, I thought I'd lie down on the couch for a few minutes, because I was slightly fatigued. Lo and behold, I slept for an hour and a half before waking up at 12.

I've always been afraid that one day I'll plan one of my crazy do-an-assignment-until-2-in-the-morning-for-three-nights-in-a-row-adventures, or something similarly important, and I'll just fall asleep from tiredness without even realising. Luckily, this wasn't anything important.

Slightly scary, but not really. I've usually been able to fight through tiredness, but these last two weeks have just been madness. Emotionally draining. And physically. I've been shoveling mulch and going to the gym. AND I've been sleeping at 2 and waking up at 7. Which isn't so bad, except it catches up to you at night. But I haven't been letting it catch me. Until last night. More about emotional exhaustion soon. I was going to post about it, but I'm too tired.

Word of the Day: Tired

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

What UP!

Our tute's disaster movie was the best. Hands down. And for some strange reason, I got a starring role, and looked better on camera than I expected. My acting, however, is somewhat not up to scratch. I was half-smiling while an earthquake was supposedly happening. Which makes the decision to put me in a starring non-speaking role all the more puzzling. Must be my photogenic looks.

The one that actually won was filmed Lego-style. It was just pure funny. Didn't even make sense, and I couldn't hear what was going on most of the time. Probably not much going on anyway.

Speaking of movies, this is an awesome linking sentence.

Today, I saw UP! with my sisters, seeing as they had begged me non-stop for the last five months. Not that I didn't want to go with them. But I'm a busy, busy man.

So went down to Village at Glen after MGMT tute today, and saw UP!.

All in all, a pretty top movie. A tad overrated. But then again, so was the Dark Knight.

Plot was fairly predictable, but plots of most Pixar films are. I don't think you're supposed to watch them for the plot, but for the process of rendering the plot. A very good effort in that respect. As always from Pixar, beautifully rendered animation and a good score. Characters, as usual, were delightful. Wouldn't mind seeing it again. Depends on who asks though.

Back to uni today. I think I fair failed the French test, owing to the fact that I did about 15 mins of study for it. Management essay gets in the way of not only French study, but life in general. On the upside, no more assessments for management. On the downside, a bazillion assignments due after the break. Fun times ahead.

CA Career Development Forum tomorrow. Highlight: Suit and tie. What a boring life I lead.

Word of the Day: UP!

Witnessing failure

Last night, I was a witness for the witness examination thing. I was partnered with the great James Cheng. Or, he was partnered with me, depending on your perspective and your view of who is more important.

We lost. Hence the title.

Oh my, I am a pun machine. Pun after pun after pun.

At least he wasn't late this time. That would've been a debacle.

Anyway, back to last night. I thought I pulled off my part pretty well. I reckon I was a pretty convincing French teacher/non-stalker. Even though James was supposed to...um...protect me, there were a few moments when I felt an urge to defend myself. Damn stupid personality flaws.

But well done to Sammmy and Amy, henceforth known as the Dynamic Duo, for making it into the next round.

I thought we beat the other guy. But it's done on some dodgy point system. And our judge was like "I'm marking you guys more harshly than usual. And I don't know why."

I would also like to ponder about why all my assignments and tests seem to be due at the same time. Every single time. It makes an otherwise great semester a bit of a drag. Well, management does that too. But mainly everything due at the same time.

Word of the Day: Witness

Relief

Phew. So relieved on my near calamitous stupidity. We actually got an e-mail telling us that the essay that was supposed to be due tomorrow is now due Monday. Completely missed it because it was titled 'further advice.' Me, being the arrogant jerk I am, didn't read it. Who needs further advice? My arrogance/pride/idiocy will be the death of me.

In other news, today I was working on the aforementioned essay. Whilst taking one of my numerous breaks from working, I could not help but chance upon (read: actively looking for) random things and now I have a lot to gripe about.

First up, I was reading a news article about exploding iPhones. This guy was commenting on the article, being all freaking sarcastic and witty saying "Wow, 2 iPhones exploded out of 5 million. I'm not to worried about my iPhone exploding." What a jerk. Self-interested, self-centred jerk. So I replied to his comment. I rarely do this, as I see it as a waste of my time, and there's usually no need to weigh into an argument that has been thoroughly canvassed before. It went something along the lines of this:

I think you've missed the point there Matt (I think that was his name). It doesn't matter whether 1 in 10 blow up, or 1 in a billion blow up, that one person is still a human being who has been affected by this. Even if you're selfish and self-serving, which, I gather, you are, think about this: that next 1 in a million person could be you. These types of faults shouldn't even be occurring in electronics. I don't why you're even debating the significance of these faults, when clearly they can be remedied in the production process to improve the safety of the people using them.

That put one idiot in his place.

Next, I was casually browsing YouTube (read: spent an hour there). I started viewing some MJ clips. I'm getting sick of people saying "I miss you Michael," but what's worse is the people that are going "Oh, now you're saying he's great. Before he died, nobody said that." What the hell were his fans saying then? Far out. Some people just enjoy their blanket statements and acting all holier-than-thou without any substantial evidence to back up their arguments. Or any evidence at all. But then, I look at the spelling on YouTube, and I'm not surprised. I'll finish with this sentence:

"omg i think mj was some wear in the stadium."

Word of the Day: Jerk

Trapped in a vortex of terror

The wind swirled around him, turning him left, right, in every direction. Turning him in directions he didn't even know existed. The howling grew louder. Louder. And still louder.

Then, suddenly, inexplicably, it stopped. And yet, he could not escape. For there he was, stuck in a vortex. A vortex of pure terror and fear. For which man can carry the burden of...

5 billion assessments in one week?! Muahahahahahahhaha.

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The events that occur in the story above reflect my life quite nicely at the moment (I wonder why). I, like the protagonist, have been, yet again, blasted by gale force winds at Monash, and for a change, elsewhere as well.

Also, I have about 5 billion assessments due in the next week.

And I am confused. By many things. Just like the protagonist in the story.

Unlike him, however, I got eaten, chewed up, digested and spewed up by the French test today. Absolutely screwed over. Should probably study next time/learn stuff.

Word of the Day: Vortex

200th post! You'd better read this

Yes, this is the 200th post from this blog.

Keeping true to my habit of blogging excessively when I have way too much work due, I'm going to release this beast of a post.

First up, just letting you know how much stuff I have on this next week.

Today, group presentation for accounting + accounting work. Tomorrow, French test. Friday, essay due. Monday, accounting mid-sem.

It doesn't end after that.

French work is due on Wednesday. Whoever told you uni was easy probably failed everything, including life.

Anyway, on to the commemorative stuff.

Some of you are probably still unaware that this is a blog that is actually linked to Facebook. Now seems like an apt time to bring it up again. See, over time, I’ve had to adapt to a new medium of communication. Amazing how many more people go on Facebook then on my blog. Well, maybe not. Anyway, the blog has now undergone a URL change (for about the 50 billionth time). I think the time is right, owing to:
1. my new-found "skill" at word play, and
2. the humour value of this name is much higher.

So here it is: thehuangout.blogspot.com. You should go there. It's much better there than on FB.

You probably think I put an astounding amount of effort into typing up these posts.

That’s not astounding. What’s amazing is the fact that, after a hard day of uni, or work, or partying, or whatever, people will actually sit down and read something that sometimes reaches 2000 words, and that I can’t even be bothered reading over again. I’ve always maintained that the effort and dedication of bloggers is nothing compared to the people who read their blogs.

After 200 posts, I am still unable to define what this blog does exactly.

I guess it opens my eyes, and hopefully your eyes, to the fact that any life is interesting, even your own, even though you may think otherwise. I mean, you probably think I go looking for adventure everyday from reading this. I don’t. I live a very mundane (semi) normal life.

This blog, apart from being a place where I can vent my anger, spill my sadness, share my happiness, recount events of importance and significance to other people, tell bad jokes without fear of retribution (most of the time), express my not-too-important opinion on current affairs, generally talk about life, and exercise my itch to write stuff, is probably closest to an exploration of humanness or humanity. Too often today, we see people unaware of the fact that every person has their own family and friends, their own dreams and aspirations, hopes and fears, emotions and feelings. The cause of most hurt in today’s society is caused by a lack of understanding of other people, a dehumanisation of sorts, both in relationships and in world affairs.

It’s also pretty mad how I can read and gain insight about how stupid/immature/unfunny/everything else back in the day. Or even one week ago.

I think I like the fact that I can speak to no-one in particular, but at the same time, I can potentially be talking to everybody. One of the things that gives me kicks is when a friend that I didn’t know read my blog, or at least regularly, comes up to me and goes, “Hey, I read your blog the other day...It was very...” And it’s even better when they can vibe with what I’ve written. The highlight of my life was when the girl of my dreams calls me and was like, “Wow. That post made me cry. It was that touching.”

Oh wait. That was a dream that I had a couple of months ago.

I think a thank-you is in order for my readers. Thank-you for being there when I’m bitter, jaded, not writing too well, happy or not making too much sense. Thank-you for taking my sometimes dramatisation of my life in your stride, and not making too many snide remarks. Now that you know that reading my blog is actually an activity associated with cool people, you can admit it here. I know a lot of you won’t though. But that’s OK. That’s the point of this thing. You can see without being seen. In fact, that’s the basic premise of the Internet, so I won’t ruin your fun. It'd just be great if you could grace me with you presence. Or even just a comment. Cheers.

See y’all in post 201.

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

I should kick this habit

I'm like an international rock star. Maybe minus the star part.

See, every time I rush-release an essay, much like when I rush-release an album, I am left to reflect on how much better I could have done had I started earlier.

I am also left of reflect upon why everything has to be due on exactly the same day. I mean, yeah, between subjects, that's understandable, as there's no co-ordination or communication between different subjects. But French is just ludicrous. Why two things are due on exactly the same day for French alone I'll never know.

I'm really tired. I might go and buy a coffee or three today. Not that I think they'll do much for me. These things never do. But at least they'll keep me warm. I'm also very cold right now.

Word of the Day: Assignments