I somehow managed to hand in my thesis on time, and not be a loser. That is to say, I handed it in on Monday.
What a relief, more than anything. I'm just glad I'm done with it, and I somehow managed to get it down to a respectable word count of 19, 032.
So, a question that I naturally get asked by people is: what are you doing now that you have so much free time.
Well, on the night after handing the aforementioned document in, I went drinking with white people, being my Honours friends. It's not something I do very often, but it's fun in small doses. The funnest part is watching how people behave when they've had a bit to drink.
The not so fun part is having to contend with creepers that are out at 2 a.m. on a Monday night.
Next morning, after having slept about 3 and a half hours, we watched Cool Runnings at my friend Nonie's house (as you do). We then left for Brighton Beach, which was conveniently located a stone's throw away from Nonie's house.
Once there, we tanned, and Anna and I started ruminating about the future, life, the Holocaust, and humanity. (Yeah, Arts kids fo real, man.)
A good night, and an excellent morning. I've grown quite fond of a few of these Honours types, and I hope I keep in touch with them.
Afterwards, on the way home, I rear-ended a car. He ended up with a few scratches, while I was left with a towbar-shaped hole in my front.
I have no idea how it happened. I must've taken my eyes off the road at the vital moment, and he braked suddenly or something. It was pretty much at snail's pace.
Amazingly, he decided he didn't want to claim insurance for it, despite his initial rage. So I guess I'll just live with the towbar-shaped hole in the front of my car.
Oh, during all this time, my mum got sick, and the neighbour managed to run their car through our fence because they forgot to put the handbrake on.
Yesterday, my grandmother got hospitalised, so I've been in and out at couple of times visiting her, and picking up a little bit of the slack that mum leaves when she visits her.
And next week, it's my turn. My knee is undergoing surgery, which puts me out of action for the Coldplay gig and the annual roadtrip with my mates. Both frustrating. Extremely so, in the case of Coldplay. I hope I get a couple of visitors when I'm maimed. 9th of November. Mark it in your diaries, start visiting me from that date onwards. Please.
Today, I got a haircut, went to uni, ran into Meng, and gave my supervisor a bottle of the red wine in gratitude. Not a bad bottle either. For some reason, we always get into this philosophical discussions when we sit down together. Top supervisor, that Natalie Doyle.
So yeah. Despite being all done with uni, I've been fairly flat out doing this and that. Some of it good, some not so much.
Tomorrow, I'm off to buy stuff. Wish me luck.
Word of the Day: Theses
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Thursday, 1 November 2012
Tuesday, 28 February 2012
The thoughts of a veteran
First day back at uni. I think it's time for some observations from the perspective of a fifth-year veteran.
- Driving a hot car does not imbue one with a talent for parking. Especially if one is a red P-plater.
- There are a lot of young people at uni.
- Young people are really loud.
- People drive to uni a lot slower in Week 1.
- It is always rainy and windy in this place. Always.
- People are studying already. Bizarre.
- Books are really dense.
- Monash is really ugly.
- It's so much easier catching up with people at uni than during holidays. Counterintuitive.
- Parking is hilariously full in Week 1. I enjoy watching it slowly taper off during the semester.
- They say they're upgrading the facilities. All I can see is things being taken apart, and the amount of rubble and gravel increasing around campus.
Despite all my grumbles, this place makes me feel alive. So much to do, so much to see. So many friends in the one place. I'm glad that most of them are doing degrees that are as long, or longer, than my own. Can't imagine how lonely it'd be without them here.
In more important news, my Alice in Wonderland diary arrived today. Sissy? Yeah. Awesome? Hell yeah.
Now to put stuff in it.
Word of the Day: Veteran
In more important news, my Alice in Wonderland diary arrived today. Sissy? Yeah. Awesome? Hell yeah.
Now to put stuff in it.
Word of the Day: Veteran
Wednesday, 18 January 2012
Work and stuff
So yeah, work.
It's been pretty fun, actually. My team's really fun to work with, and the other vaccies are pretty cool as well. I've been working at the Hyatt for the last week, which has been pretty awesome. My buddy Daniel's been spotting tennis stars all over the joint, but none for me so far.
The only thing that's stressing me out a bit is the study that I have to do up until Friday, but other than that, it's all cool.
Something exciting happened! The rear end of my car got swiped off by an 87-year-old driver while my mum was driving it. First weekend I've had free for a bazillion weeks, and my car is out of action.
Typical.
Thankfully, nobody was hurt, including Michelle, who was in the car at the time.
It also made me marvel at the genius of Toyota engineering. The back of the car just came off at the joints, resulting in less damage to the car body as a whole, and less impact to the driver. It's also pretty easy to repair. Essentially, you just pop the rear back on, and away you go.
But yeah, kind of sucks.
Two more nights of study to go!
Word of the Day: Engineering
It's been pretty fun, actually. My team's really fun to work with, and the other vaccies are pretty cool as well. I've been working at the Hyatt for the last week, which has been pretty awesome. My buddy Daniel's been spotting tennis stars all over the joint, but none for me so far.
The only thing that's stressing me out a bit is the study that I have to do up until Friday, but other than that, it's all cool.
Something exciting happened! The rear end of my car got swiped off by an 87-year-old driver while my mum was driving it. First weekend I've had free for a bazillion weeks, and my car is out of action.
Typical.
Thankfully, nobody was hurt, including Michelle, who was in the car at the time.
It also made me marvel at the genius of Toyota engineering. The back of the car just came off at the joints, resulting in less damage to the car body as a whole, and less impact to the driver. It's also pretty easy to repair. Essentially, you just pop the rear back on, and away you go.
But yeah, kind of sucks.
Two more nights of study to go!
Word of the Day: Engineering
Monday, 24 October 2011
Last day of Undergrad (hopefully) Part III - The end of the trilogy - Momentous moments
So, the final part of this poorly-constructed and ill-thought-out saga.
Momentous moments at uni.
To be honest, most of the momentous stuff that happened at uni probably shouldn't be canvassed again, as they've probably been discussed to death already.
Here's a few to sate your appetite (in roughly chronological order).
Getting lost on the first day of uni and running into a fellow lostie. That person would later become known to me as 'Stef Lim'. She was officially the first person that I talked to at uni that I didn't know previously. Important for several reasons. Firstly, it made me realise that these mythical 'girls' that people kept talking about weren't all that scary.
I kid. I live in a house full of girls. But I guess it did show me that people in general weren't really all that scary.
Secondly, it showed me how big the uni was.
Gigantic. Enormous. To this day, I've probably only traversed about a third of the place. I thought Melbourne High was big. This was next-level big.
Becoming friends with Irene. She was pretty much the first friend that I made in Arts. Actually, close to the first friend I made at uni. I had a relative heap of friends brought over from high school in Commerce, and a few in Arts, but none in French. She was the first, and pretty much only, until I became friends with Zara. Kinda sad, now that I think about it. This was a year since I'd started uni. In between, I made friends with a couple of Arts kids.
Ambassador Camp. This was off the hook. Firstly (not necessarily most importantly), I busted my knee. It's still giving me problems. More so recently, but you don't want to hear about that.
More importantly, I met, and became friends with, many fantastic individuals, many of whom I count among my closest friends. I think it was here that I sourced most of my uni friends that I actually talk to.
Also during this time, James Cheng and Meng had to put up with me being a cripple. They helped me get places, and were just generally there. I don't really know where I'm going by bringing this up, but as I don't think I've mentioned it anywhere else, I'd just like to say that I was very touched by their help, and I appreciated it greatly, even though it didn't seem like a big deal. But let me tell you, it's a big deal when someone helps carry your luggage for you when you're struggling on one leg, like some kind of...one legged man.
Getting my car. Man, was that liberating. Still is. Cannot believe that I put up with catching the bus for two years. I felt like I had finally properly become a uni student.
Failing a unit. It sucked, mostly because I had to do it again, and overload the next semester, and went through the next exam period thinking I'd failed it again.
Passing said unit. Was pretty elated. Celebrated by going to a pre-booked U2 gig.
Passing the next semester's units in relative flying colours. Yeah!
I'm sorry if I've left any momentous people/events out. I kind of wrote this up in about 20 minutes. Forgive me. I'm sure I have left something/s out, but it can't really be helped, unless you want to remind me. Please do.
All in all, I find it interesting how, like high school, it's not the academic stuff you remember so much, but the other stuff that goes on. All the fun times, the bad times, the sad times, the good times. And the friends that you make and break going through all that.
To close this saga, I'd just like to say that it's been good. Apart from the unpleasant exams business, uni's been pretty fun and enriching. It's had it's bad moments, but I think they were more to do with life, and less to do with uni.
Anyway, I'll probably be back for more next year. So it's not really goodbye. But I just felt like getting something down for now.
So, next up, Occupy Melbourne. I'll talk about the Melbourne High School Asian Invasion a bit after that, because the former is of more pressing concern.
Until next time.
Word of the Day: Momentous
Momentous moments at uni.
To be honest, most of the momentous stuff that happened at uni probably shouldn't be canvassed again, as they've probably been discussed to death already.
Here's a few to sate your appetite (in roughly chronological order).
Getting lost on the first day of uni and running into a fellow lostie. That person would later become known to me as 'Stef Lim'. She was officially the first person that I talked to at uni that I didn't know previously. Important for several reasons. Firstly, it made me realise that these mythical 'girls' that people kept talking about weren't all that scary.
I kid. I live in a house full of girls. But I guess it did show me that people in general weren't really all that scary.
Secondly, it showed me how big the uni was.
Gigantic. Enormous. To this day, I've probably only traversed about a third of the place. I thought Melbourne High was big. This was next-level big.
Becoming friends with Irene. She was pretty much the first friend that I made in Arts. Actually, close to the first friend I made at uni. I had a relative heap of friends brought over from high school in Commerce, and a few in Arts, but none in French. She was the first, and pretty much only, until I became friends with Zara. Kinda sad, now that I think about it. This was a year since I'd started uni. In between, I made friends with a couple of Arts kids.
Ambassador Camp. This was off the hook. Firstly (not necessarily most importantly), I busted my knee. It's still giving me problems. More so recently, but you don't want to hear about that.
More importantly, I met, and became friends with, many fantastic individuals, many of whom I count among my closest friends. I think it was here that I sourced most of my uni friends that I actually talk to.
Also during this time, James Cheng and Meng had to put up with me being a cripple. They helped me get places, and were just generally there. I don't really know where I'm going by bringing this up, but as I don't think I've mentioned it anywhere else, I'd just like to say that I was very touched by their help, and I appreciated it greatly, even though it didn't seem like a big deal. But let me tell you, it's a big deal when someone helps carry your luggage for you when you're struggling on one leg, like some kind of...one legged man.
Getting my car. Man, was that liberating. Still is. Cannot believe that I put up with catching the bus for two years. I felt like I had finally properly become a uni student.
Failing a unit. It sucked, mostly because I had to do it again, and overload the next semester, and went through the next exam period thinking I'd failed it again.
Passing said unit. Was pretty elated. Celebrated by going to a pre-booked U2 gig.
Passing the next semester's units in relative flying colours. Yeah!
I'm sorry if I've left any momentous people/events out. I kind of wrote this up in about 20 minutes. Forgive me. I'm sure I have left something/s out, but it can't really be helped, unless you want to remind me. Please do.
All in all, I find it interesting how, like high school, it's not the academic stuff you remember so much, but the other stuff that goes on. All the fun times, the bad times, the sad times, the good times. And the friends that you make and break going through all that.
To close this saga, I'd just like to say that it's been good. Apart from the unpleasant exams business, uni's been pretty fun and enriching. It's had it's bad moments, but I think they were more to do with life, and less to do with uni.
Anyway, I'll probably be back for more next year. So it's not really goodbye. But I just felt like getting something down for now.
So, next up, Occupy Melbourne. I'll talk about the Melbourne High School Asian Invasion a bit after that, because the former is of more pressing concern.
Until next time.
Word of the Day: Momentous
Monday, 6 December 2010
Teardrops on My Qatar
So yeah. About that Qatar.
Ridiculous. I wouldn't have been that peeved if some other more worthy nation got it. USA or something. Even Japan or Korea.
Apart from revenue and more convenient broadcasting times, I fail to see how Qatar has any advantage over Australia whatsoever. This is assuming that they will actually be able to successfully host the World Cup at all.
Which brings me to my next point. All the other nations, or at least the ones that I'm aware of, have hosted major sporting events. They already have facilities. They also don't have scorching heat, or lack of people and space. For revenue and broadcasting times to have an iota of relevance, the World Cup actually needs to function as an event.
To be honest, this whole voting process stinks. Who are these people, and who are they to decide where it's going to go? The votes are made blatantly without the interests of football as a whole. Even Australia, a nation who commentators have said are unable to be as dirty as other nations, bought pearl necklaces and other such things for officials' partners.
You've got a guy like Beckenbauer who, while he is a great guy, I believe is not exactly qualified to vote on things like these. It's not just him, but he's the most prominent voting member, apart from Sepp "female football players should wear more revealing kits" Blatter.
The problem is the whole process is open to corruption. You've got essentially random voting delegates, who are clearly not voting for the best interests of football, and a nation with almost limitless amounts of money and no defining advantage over the other nations, winning the right to host a World Cup. A little bit suspect, if you ask me.
Also, in English, the word 'Qatar' actually shouldn't exist. Lack of a 'u' and all that. I think that's reason enough to give it to someone else. It's still not too late.
More footballing stuff, to cap off what has been an unbelievable few days. To recap, I passed all my exams, went to the U2/Jay-Z gig, and my grandfather brought me back a brand new Arsenal jersey from Hong Kong. Arsenal being top of the league just seals it. What an amazing turnaround. Who would've predicted it, when we were millions of points behind Chelsea at one stage? Marvelous stuff, football. And Nasri is truly amazing. He reminds me of a ballet dancer. Except more masculine. Watch him here:
I love how he's making a habit of scoring goals from ridiculous angles. Or trying to score from ridiculous angles. I think it was against Sp*rs, where he tried it, but it got cleared off the line. But yes. He's becoming great.
The only downer is a slightly scratched my car yesterday while parking to have lunch with Victor and Meng in Glen Waverley. I still have no idea how it happened. I thought there was acres of space between the pole and my car, but apparently there wasn't, and I heard a sickening 'scraaaaaaaape'. But otherwise, the past few days have been some of the happiest few days in a row I have ever had. Thank-you to all who have been there, not only during these past few days, but the days before that, and before them as well, when I was struggling big time. Cheers.
Word of the Day: Qatar
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
Thursday, 8 April 2010
It was not a nightmare
Wooooo. Three days of ups and downs. One could almost say it's been hektik. If I were to sketch a graph about it, it'd be almost parabolic. Almost.
Okay, so slight exaggeration. But only slightly.
It started on Monday. Duh.
Because I apparently drive a yellow Ford Falcon, and because my name is apparently Sanjay (this is all according to Meng), I drove all the way to Clayton to pick Meng up, and then back my way to pick Vincenzo up to go to Linda's Ambassador reunion bash. I drove them down to Forest Hill for some last-minute shopping, which was a party in itself.
Arriving at Linda's street, I was all like "Why is this car stalking me?" Unbeknownst to me, it was Linda stalking us, in her stalkermobile. Mega confusion about house numbers, but we got there in the end.
And a quaint little house she has. It's of the warm and cosy variety, with a massive garden. Enormous garden. Could fit a circus tent there. And chickens.
Anyway, we finally got the oven going thanks to the genius of Vince, and other people started turning up. We ended up cooking lasagne, with Seb in charge. I learnt the well-guarded secret of how to make lemon and lime bitters. A secret which has been passed down the generations of the Gao family, and they guard with their lives. Kind of makes you wonder how I know it now.
We met Linda's massive brother, Jonath...I mean, Bill. He's in Year 7, and he's about a head taller than I am. We had some Wii fun. Well, they did. The irony is I never got to face off against Bill. He's pretty cool, by the way. We also had a bonfire and Mafia madness. I think there are some people who are still confused about the logic and object of the game, but what can you do? Run a Mafia seminar?
It was at this point where I was made to feel awkward. I made a gay reference in the presence of a gay person. Like, it wasn't that bad. It's not like I was insulting gay people. Or even laughing at them. But still, I feel kind of bad for doing it now.
We then played darts. Clearly, I'm awesome at that game. More like awesome at putting holes in the wall behind the dartboard!
Driving home was a bit scary. I ran a red light right outside the house, purely by accident, because it was an obscure red light, and there were no cars. The roads were actually empty.
Very fun night in all, apart from the no alcohol business, and the tactless gay reference. Not that I drink alcohol or anything, but a white wine wouldn't have gone amiss. Actually, I should have just had one. Stupid. Regrets. However, I did not turn a night out into a nightmare, so I did my parents, and the Government, proud.
Tuesday was more Wii fun at Banh's. Again, fewer people turned up than expected, but Linda's is the only thing I've been to that had more people turn up than expected. Like, ever. So it's really not that great a surprise. And it was still very fun. Well, I thought so.
From thereon in, it started getting bad. When I got home, my father was not a happy chappy. Some issues with relatives in that place called China. Not that that directly affected me or anything, but I just find it hard to be happy when people close to me aren't. Maybe I'm like some sort of reverse Dementor.
Then, the yesterday morning, Arsenal got thumped by a very good Barcelona team. I'm actually proud of the lads though. To get into the lead against Barca, even if for a few minutes, at the Camp Nou, takes some doing. Especially with five of their best players out, including their captain and best midfielder in the world. Playing against a team with a player like Messi. Absolutely majestic. You forget that he's only 168cm tall, or something like that. That's how scary he is. He just runs into the box at will, dragging you left, right, left, right. At pace too. And on aggregate, the Gunners scored three goals against the best team in Europe. Not many teams can pull that off.
Ok, so not much of a parabola. Told you it was a bit of an exaggeration. I should probably get some work done soon.
Word of the Day: Parabola
Okay, so slight exaggeration. But only slightly.
It started on Monday. Duh.
Because I apparently drive a yellow Ford Falcon, and because my name is apparently Sanjay (this is all according to Meng), I drove all the way to Clayton to pick Meng up, and then back my way to pick Vincenzo up to go to Linda's Ambassador reunion bash. I drove them down to Forest Hill for some last-minute shopping, which was a party in itself.
Arriving at Linda's street, I was all like "Why is this car stalking me?" Unbeknownst to me, it was Linda stalking us, in her stalkermobile. Mega confusion about house numbers, but we got there in the end.
And a quaint little house she has. It's of the warm and cosy variety, with a massive garden. Enormous garden. Could fit a circus tent there. And chickens.
Anyway, we finally got the oven going thanks to the genius of Vince, and other people started turning up. We ended up cooking lasagne, with Seb in charge. I learnt the well-guarded secret of how to make lemon and lime bitters. A secret which has been passed down the generations of the Gao family, and they guard with their lives. Kind of makes you wonder how I know it now.
We met Linda's massive brother, Jonath...I mean, Bill. He's in Year 7, and he's about a head taller than I am. We had some Wii fun. Well, they did. The irony is I never got to face off against Bill. He's pretty cool, by the way. We also had a bonfire and Mafia madness. I think there are some people who are still confused about the logic and object of the game, but what can you do? Run a Mafia seminar?
It was at this point where I was made to feel awkward. I made a gay reference in the presence of a gay person. Like, it wasn't that bad. It's not like I was insulting gay people. Or even laughing at them. But still, I feel kind of bad for doing it now.
We then played darts. Clearly, I'm awesome at that game. More like awesome at putting holes in the wall behind the dartboard!
Driving home was a bit scary. I ran a red light right outside the house, purely by accident, because it was an obscure red light, and there were no cars. The roads were actually empty.
Very fun night in all, apart from the no alcohol business, and the tactless gay reference. Not that I drink alcohol or anything, but a white wine wouldn't have gone amiss. Actually, I should have just had one. Stupid. Regrets. However, I did not turn a night out into a nightmare, so I did my parents, and the Government, proud.
Tuesday was more Wii fun at Banh's. Again, fewer people turned up than expected, but Linda's is the only thing I've been to that had more people turn up than expected. Like, ever. So it's really not that great a surprise. And it was still very fun. Well, I thought so.
From thereon in, it started getting bad. When I got home, my father was not a happy chappy. Some issues with relatives in that place called China. Not that that directly affected me or anything, but I just find it hard to be happy when people close to me aren't. Maybe I'm like some sort of reverse Dementor.
Then, the yesterday morning, Arsenal got thumped by a very good Barcelona team. I'm actually proud of the lads though. To get into the lead against Barca, even if for a few minutes, at the Camp Nou, takes some doing. Especially with five of their best players out, including their captain and best midfielder in the world. Playing against a team with a player like Messi. Absolutely majestic. You forget that he's only 168cm tall, or something like that. That's how scary he is. He just runs into the box at will, dragging you left, right, left, right. At pace too. And on aggregate, the Gunners scored three goals against the best team in Europe. Not many teams can pull that off.
Ok, so not much of a parabola. Told you it was a bit of an exaggeration. I should probably get some work done soon.
Word of the Day: Parabola
Wednesday, 3 March 2010
L'University - troisieme annee
A lot of people are annoying me at the moment.
The worst part of it is, I have no idea why. It's just like, I've gotten to this stage where I don't really care if all those meaningless people hang around with me anymore. Now that I think about it, that's probably why I don't go to the law library anymore. I've been there for an hour so far, and I was hiding in a corner and correcting homework.
I actually thought people would care about my existence more once uni started up again.
In keeping with my recent predictions, these ones were completely WRONG.
A lot of my close friends have made an attempt to find me. I appreciate it more than I'll probably ever let you know. Publicly at least. I remember that, and I will act accordingly. I don't forget kindness.
As for others. Well, I can't say it's completely unexpected. 99% of the time I'm the one organising things anyway. And, being completely brutally honest, which I supposedly am most of the time anyway, I haven't inflated my ego so far as to believe that I actually matter in these people's lives all that much.
Again, I will act accordingly. I'm really sick of being nice to people. You give a little, people take a bit more. Again and again. Never give any back. I guess I'm just sick of being used. I'm not even offended at people not talking to me anymore. Because I know as soon as they do, they'll probably want something from me.
If there's one thing in life I can never get over, it's people that treat people that are better than them like demi-gods, and then treating people that are actually good to them like dirt. I think it's because I'm usually in the treating people nice category.
Anyway, apart from that, uni's been fairly good so far. I've been getting a fair few phone calls and stuff. Obviously not from the aforementioned dodgy people, but from people that matter. Also, I seem to have built a better raport with Irene. She was always an awkward one for me to deal with, but I've finally found the awesome person that I think I subconsciously knew was there all along. I guess it's also to do with me becoming a better person also.
I've been driving and carpooling her. Driving is surprisingly awesome. Like, I caught the bus today, and man was it annoying. Late, hot, slow and overcrowded.
Speaking of overcrowded, I've never seen uni so packed before. Ever. I swear they're taking more students.
More on the Sydney trip later. Ceebs right now.
Word of the Day: Annoyed
The worst part of it is, I have no idea why. It's just like, I've gotten to this stage where I don't really care if all those meaningless people hang around with me anymore. Now that I think about it, that's probably why I don't go to the law library anymore. I've been there for an hour so far, and I was hiding in a corner and correcting homework.
I actually thought people would care about my existence more once uni started up again.
In keeping with my recent predictions, these ones were completely WRONG.
A lot of my close friends have made an attempt to find me. I appreciate it more than I'll probably ever let you know. Publicly at least. I remember that, and I will act accordingly. I don't forget kindness.
As for others. Well, I can't say it's completely unexpected. 99% of the time I'm the one organising things anyway. And, being completely brutally honest, which I supposedly am most of the time anyway, I haven't inflated my ego so far as to believe that I actually matter in these people's lives all that much.
Again, I will act accordingly. I'm really sick of being nice to people. You give a little, people take a bit more. Again and again. Never give any back. I guess I'm just sick of being used. I'm not even offended at people not talking to me anymore. Because I know as soon as they do, they'll probably want something from me.
If there's one thing in life I can never get over, it's people that treat people that are better than them like demi-gods, and then treating people that are actually good to them like dirt. I think it's because I'm usually in the treating people nice category.
Anyway, apart from that, uni's been fairly good so far. I've been getting a fair few phone calls and stuff. Obviously not from the aforementioned dodgy people, but from people that matter. Also, I seem to have built a better raport with Irene. She was always an awkward one for me to deal with, but I've finally found the awesome person that I think I subconsciously knew was there all along. I guess it's also to do with me becoming a better person also.
I've been driving and carpooling her. Driving is surprisingly awesome. Like, I caught the bus today, and man was it annoying. Late, hot, slow and overcrowded.
Speaking of overcrowded, I've never seen uni so packed before. Ever. I swear they're taking more students.
More on the Sydney trip later. Ceebs right now.
Word of the Day: Annoyed
Friday, 5 February 2010
Exstrospective
Today I'm going to take a break from the introspective stuff, even though there's a lot to talk about. I'm just sick of talking about it, and I'm sure you're sick of hearing about it.
Time to talk some physical changes.
So like, at the start of the holidays, I weighed 97 kilos, down three from my peak of 100 or so. Then, I slowly climbed back up.
For some strange reason or another, now I'm back down to 95. And I've gained muscle from working out a bit. So it's like a double win. Better keep it up.
I'm at a strange stage...um...physique-wise. I'm starting to see some muscle beneath all that flab. And I can even see some abs. So the answer, I guess, is to lose the flab. Biking, swimming, and all that jazz.
I thought swimming would help my knee. It hasn't. It's destroying it. It's worse than before now. It hurts going up stairs sometimes.
The good thing is, (I think) I don't actually look as fat as I am. I don't know if people are being nice or not, but when I ask them, people generally say around 80. And I can sort of tell by deduction that they don't really consider me fat, because they tell fat jokes around me. It's like how you don't tell Asian jokes around Asians, but if you don't consider them Asian, then it's alright. Or maybe I'm just pushing it a bit far. Story of my life.
Anyway, I shall continue along this path to becoming The Ultimate Man. So the physique part is coming along alright. The girlfriend part has stalled somewhat, for reasons unknown to me. Studies are sort of going alright, what with the crazy real estate thing. I told my family how much they mean to yesterday night. God, that took guts. After that, I don't think many other things will make me nervous, apart from telling a girl that I like her. That might come close.
That just highlights how much I hide in my shell emotionally. Also, it highlights how I have recently developed a tendency to be introspective.
But yes. Ultimate Man. I also have a car, albeit by the grace of my parents. I have also opened up a bit to my friends, and I think they know I care about them. Onwards, Andrew, onwards.
Word of the Day: Exstrospective
Time to talk some physical changes.
So like, at the start of the holidays, I weighed 97 kilos, down three from my peak of 100 or so. Then, I slowly climbed back up.
For some strange reason or another, now I'm back down to 95. And I've gained muscle from working out a bit. So it's like a double win. Better keep it up.
I'm at a strange stage...um...physique-wise. I'm starting to see some muscle beneath all that flab. And I can even see some abs. So the answer, I guess, is to lose the flab. Biking, swimming, and all that jazz.
I thought swimming would help my knee. It hasn't. It's destroying it. It's worse than before now. It hurts going up stairs sometimes.
The good thing is, (I think) I don't actually look as fat as I am. I don't know if people are being nice or not, but when I ask them, people generally say around 80. And I can sort of tell by deduction that they don't really consider me fat, because they tell fat jokes around me. It's like how you don't tell Asian jokes around Asians, but if you don't consider them Asian, then it's alright. Or maybe I'm just pushing it a bit far. Story of my life.
Anyway, I shall continue along this path to becoming The Ultimate Man. So the physique part is coming along alright. The girlfriend part has stalled somewhat, for reasons unknown to me. Studies are sort of going alright, what with the crazy real estate thing. I told my family how much they mean to yesterday night. God, that took guts. After that, I don't think many other things will make me nervous, apart from telling a girl that I like her. That might come close.
That just highlights how much I hide in my shell emotionally. Also, it highlights how I have recently developed a tendency to be introspective.
But yes. Ultimate Man. I also have a car, albeit by the grace of my parents. I have also opened up a bit to my friends, and I think they know I care about them. Onwards, Andrew, onwards.
Word of the Day: Exstrospective
Wednesday, 13 January 2010
Car-ed
At long, long last, I have obtained a vehicle.
Yes, this time around, I have really obtained it. It's sitting in my newly-cleared-out garage right now.
The Corolla (I really need to think of a more creative name for it. 'My car' doesn't really quite cut it either) accelerates like a beast. Or as beasty as a small car can get. It's has absolutely no problems accelerating.
And the colour. Oh man. I'd forgotten how good the colour was. During this past week, I'd been sort of regretting choosing this colour, even though I didn't have much choice. It was either black, or this, which is a no-brainer. Black cars get dirty and hot very quickly.
Turns out I'd remembered the colour wrong in my mind. I thought it was a lot darker. Turns out it's more of a light silvery blue, rather than the dark blue that I had remembered. It's so mad. So classy, yet so much more exciting than silver.
Bootspace is massive. Like, you could fit two of me in there probably.
And best of all, I can plug an iPod in there. Oh yes. My whole music collection. None of this CD shuffling.
I'm kind of scared of driving it now though. I have no idea why my parents bought a new car in the first place. Not that I'm complaining. But insurance is massive, until I'm 25. Which I thought was a bit extreme. I mean, I'm a late starter, but I would've been driving for five years by then. But, as my father says, they clearly don't value customers in our age bracket.
But the fact still remains that I haven't driven for about 10 months. So it'll be a while before I'm burning up a street near you.
Word of the Day: Corolla
Yes, this time around, I have really obtained it. It's sitting in my newly-cleared-out garage right now.
The Corolla (I really need to think of a more creative name for it. 'My car' doesn't really quite cut it either) accelerates like a beast. Or as beasty as a small car can get. It's has absolutely no problems accelerating.
And the colour. Oh man. I'd forgotten how good the colour was. During this past week, I'd been sort of regretting choosing this colour, even though I didn't have much choice. It was either black, or this, which is a no-brainer. Black cars get dirty and hot very quickly.
Turns out I'd remembered the colour wrong in my mind. I thought it was a lot darker. Turns out it's more of a light silvery blue, rather than the dark blue that I had remembered. It's so mad. So classy, yet so much more exciting than silver.
Bootspace is massive. Like, you could fit two of me in there probably.
And best of all, I can plug an iPod in there. Oh yes. My whole music collection. None of this CD shuffling.
I'm kind of scared of driving it now though. I have no idea why my parents bought a new car in the first place. Not that I'm complaining. But insurance is massive, until I'm 25. Which I thought was a bit extreme. I mean, I'm a late starter, but I would've been driving for five years by then. But, as my father says, they clearly don't value customers in our age bracket.
But the fact still remains that I haven't driven for about 10 months. So it'll be a while before I'm burning up a street near you.
Word of the Day: Corolla
Thursday, 7 January 2010
Vehicle for awesomeness
At long, long last, I have obtained a vehicle.
Well, technically, I haven't obtained it yet. And 'I' didn't really obtain it. Actually, that whole statement was a falsehood. My parents actually signed a contract for the purchase of the vehicle.
This purchase was fairly unplanned. The plan was to get a price from Lane Toyota and squeeze the guys in Footscray. Then we got roped into getting last year's model for a better price.
No more of this 'Hey man, can you drive me down to...Wodonga? Yeah, thanks man.' I hate being a burden on people. The worst part is asking for a lift. Hopefully I can repay the kindness and putting-up-with-me-ness that my friends have shown, now that I can finally give people lifts instead. The best part is I'm off red Ps in two months.
Said vehicle is a spankingly brand new Corolla hatchback in silvery-blue. Should be awesome. Better than red or black anyway.
I'm actually really happy. I just have problems showing my happiness when other people pay for it. But my parents know I'm happy, and that's all that matters. At least, I hope they know. I should probably tell them, just in case. Now all that's left to do is re-learn how to drive. Shouldn't be too bad. I've only not driven for...10 months.
This whole happy episode was slightly soured by me being late to a scheduled 1 o' clock lunch with Linda and Imesha. I think I made it up by shouting. Not in the literal sense. You know, as in, the bill-paying sense. Never mind.
It was good. So relaxing and harmonious. And it's all happening again next Tuesday. Well, maybe with a little less car buying and more of the lunch-on-time part.
Word of the Day: Vehicle
Well, technically, I haven't obtained it yet. And 'I' didn't really obtain it. Actually, that whole statement was a falsehood. My parents actually signed a contract for the purchase of the vehicle.
This purchase was fairly unplanned. The plan was to get a price from Lane Toyota and squeeze the guys in Footscray. Then we got roped into getting last year's model for a better price.
No more of this 'Hey man, can you drive me down to...Wodonga? Yeah, thanks man.' I hate being a burden on people. The worst part is asking for a lift. Hopefully I can repay the kindness and putting-up-with-me-ness that my friends have shown, now that I can finally give people lifts instead. The best part is I'm off red Ps in two months.
Said vehicle is a spankingly brand new Corolla hatchback in silvery-blue. Should be awesome. Better than red or black anyway.
I'm actually really happy. I just have problems showing my happiness when other people pay for it. But my parents know I'm happy, and that's all that matters. At least, I hope they know. I should probably tell them, just in case. Now all that's left to do is re-learn how to drive. Shouldn't be too bad. I've only not driven for...10 months.
This whole happy episode was slightly soured by me being late to a scheduled 1 o' clock lunch with Linda and Imesha. I think I made it up by shouting. Not in the literal sense. You know, as in, the bill-paying sense. Never mind.
It was good. So relaxing and harmonious. And it's all happening again next Tuesday. Well, maybe with a little less car buying and more of the lunch-on-time part.
Word of the Day: Vehicle
Saturday, 5 December 2009
I'm so fly, I get jetlag
A lyric from a forthcoming Usher song. Apparently it means "I'm really cool." But "I'm so fly" is so much more eloquent and beautiful in it's pristine awesomeness.
So yeah, I haven't been disowned by my mother over my results. She took it quite well actually. She was like, well, you didn't fail, so it's not all bad. But you probably should work out a way to do better next sem, because, you know, accounting is kind of important.
I think I've found a method. The method, passed down the generations, father-to-son and all that jazz, is called prioritising i.e. not pouring my soul into International Studies and French, and actually putting some time into my Commerce subjects.
I would like to know the fail rate though. It would help me put things in perspective.
Went to Mount Dandenong for dinner just then. It's so nice up there. The waitresses, the food, the view, the service, the frigid mountain air. It's cool. Might take someone special up there, when I get a car.
Which brings me nicely to my next point. It appears that I may be getting a car sooner than expected. And sadly, not through any endeavour of my own. Apparently, my dad's thinking about getting a car now. But yeah. That might change in the next week. You can never tell. One week he's all like "No. Final." Then the next week he'll be like "Let's get a second-hand car." Then it'll be back to "No." This week, he was like "Let's get a new car." In summary, I'm not getting my hopes up too much.
Today also marks the beginning of an annual period of stupidity, which I shall now call "Andrew's Awkwardness", because it's alliterative, and...yeah. That's about it.
See, it's around this time in the year, where I realise that I've misplaced the mental Christmas wishlist that I've had stored up in my brain. I'm dead serious, next year, I will write down what I want. Right now, All I can think of is a bag. And like, I'm fairly sure that wasn't on the list until yesterday. Probably because I don't need one all that much. I would ask my parents to get me true love, but the last time I looked, there wasn't much of that on the shelves at Myer.
Word of the Day: Fly
So yeah, I haven't been disowned by my mother over my results. She took it quite well actually. She was like, well, you didn't fail, so it's not all bad. But you probably should work out a way to do better next sem, because, you know, accounting is kind of important.
I think I've found a method. The method, passed down the generations, father-to-son and all that jazz, is called prioritising i.e. not pouring my soul into International Studies and French, and actually putting some time into my Commerce subjects.
I would like to know the fail rate though. It would help me put things in perspective.
Went to Mount Dandenong for dinner just then. It's so nice up there. The waitresses, the food, the view, the service, the frigid mountain air. It's cool. Might take someone special up there, when I get a car.
Which brings me nicely to my next point. It appears that I may be getting a car sooner than expected. And sadly, not through any endeavour of my own. Apparently, my dad's thinking about getting a car now. But yeah. That might change in the next week. You can never tell. One week he's all like "No. Final." Then the next week he'll be like "Let's get a second-hand car." Then it'll be back to "No." This week, he was like "Let's get a new car." In summary, I'm not getting my hopes up too much.
Today also marks the beginning of an annual period of stupidity, which I shall now call "Andrew's Awkwardness", because it's alliterative, and...yeah. That's about it.
See, it's around this time in the year, where I realise that I've misplaced the mental Christmas wishlist that I've had stored up in my brain. I'm dead serious, next year, I will write down what I want. Right now, All I can think of is a bag. And like, I'm fairly sure that wasn't on the list until yesterday. Probably because I don't need one all that much. I would ask my parents to get me true love, but the last time I looked, there wasn't much of that on the shelves at Myer.
Word of the Day: Fly
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
Friday, 4 September 2009
Crushed by a crush. I'm so good at wordplay.
I do believe that I have found a unique type of pain.
There is no pain like the pain of knowing you have missed an opportunity.
It's stupid. Seriously. I mean, it was stupid little crush at the start of last year. But it's been bugging me quite a bit lately. I don't know why. Maybe it's because we kinda clicked. It was weird.
At first, I tried to talk to her, and she kinda ignored me.
Then, a few weeks later, she tried to talk to me, and I kinda ignored her.
You can see where this is going.
And, when we see each other around, it's like an avoid eye contact competition. I may be imagining things (I do it quite a lot), but there may be something there.
Ah well. All may not be lost. She does Arts/Commerce too. And maybe management this sem. But, of course, in the other lecture, where everyone cool seems to be. Except Claudia, who only turns up to my one because I'm there. Thanks Claudia.
But yeah. I have a suspicion that she may turn up in Accounting next year. Because that's how Arts/Commerce works. Maybe.
The problem with popular people is that they're always flanked by a bazillion friends/acquaintances/bodyguards. Which makes them slightly unapproachable.
Plan B: do something freaking awesome, like win Australian Idol. Or even come second. Ah, what an icebreaker that would be.
Or maybe something more achievable. Like owning a Ferrari. Or a Lamborghini. Either of them would do nicely as a conversation piece. I'm not too fussed about which one.
Word of the Day: Missed
There is no pain like the pain of knowing you have missed an opportunity.
It's stupid. Seriously. I mean, it was stupid little crush at the start of last year. But it's been bugging me quite a bit lately. I don't know why. Maybe it's because we kinda clicked. It was weird.
At first, I tried to talk to her, and she kinda ignored me.
Then, a few weeks later, she tried to talk to me, and I kinda ignored her.
You can see where this is going.
And, when we see each other around, it's like an avoid eye contact competition. I may be imagining things (I do it quite a lot), but there may be something there.
Ah well. All may not be lost. She does Arts/Commerce too. And maybe management this sem. But, of course, in the other lecture, where everyone cool seems to be. Except Claudia, who only turns up to my one because I'm there. Thanks Claudia.
But yeah. I have a suspicion that she may turn up in Accounting next year. Because that's how Arts/Commerce works. Maybe.
The problem with popular people is that they're always flanked by a bazillion friends/acquaintances/bodyguards. Which makes them slightly unapproachable.
Plan B: do something freaking awesome, like win Australian Idol. Or even come second. Ah, what an icebreaker that would be.
Or maybe something more achievable. Like owning a Ferrari. Or a Lamborghini. Either of them would do nicely as a conversation piece. I'm not too fussed about which one.
Word of the Day: Missed
Monday, 27 July 2009
Yum Cha Library
Ahh, the familiarity.
I am, of course, talking about the Law Library. But the Law Library is not great in and of itself. In fact, I would contend that, by itself, it would be a terribly dreary place, as I found out exactly a week ago. The people make it great.
And people there were today. What a contrast. From nobody being there during my breaks last week (except for Banh, during my one o' clock break, and he's only going to be there every second week), to almost everybody you could imagine. Almost. But not quite. But the point is, it's starting to look like Yum Cha in there again. Just the way I like it.
A bit below the Yum Cha crowdage level is optimum. When it gets to "we have mooting tomorrow" levels, I get claustrophobic and run back outside. (It also doesn't help that they post "mooters get priority" signs everywhere).
Apart from a stimulating break time, nothing much else happened.
Oh, except for me running into James while he was holding a girl's hand. I wonder where his girlfriend was. Lucky she (probably) won't read this. Would be terrible for her.
Word of the Day: Law Library
I am, of course, talking about the Law Library. But the Law Library is not great in and of itself. In fact, I would contend that, by itself, it would be a terribly dreary place, as I found out exactly a week ago. The people make it great.
And people there were today. What a contrast. From nobody being there during my breaks last week (except for Banh, during my one o' clock break, and he's only going to be there every second week), to almost everybody you could imagine. Almost. But not quite. But the point is, it's starting to look like Yum Cha in there again. Just the way I like it.
A bit below the Yum Cha crowdage level is optimum. When it gets to "we have mooting tomorrow" levels, I get claustrophobic and run back outside. (It also doesn't help that they post "mooters get priority" signs everywhere).
Apart from a stimulating break time, nothing much else happened.
Oh, except for me running into James while he was holding a girl's hand. I wonder where his girlfriend was. Lucky she (probably) won't read this. Would be terrible for her.
Word of the Day: Law Library
Friday, 13 March 2009
I wish I had a car...and a license
My laptop doesn't seem that heavy, but really, it is. It weighs 2kg, which isnt much, until you put it into your bag with 5kg of books. I walk about 40 mins in total a day with that brick in my bag.
Anyway, I should stop moaning. At least I have one. But sometimes I just wish it wouldn't damage my shoulder so.
On to other news. Uni has been quite good lately, which is strange. I've been keeping mostly on top of my work, haven't upset anyone yet (not that I know of anyway), and not gotten lost once in the past week. And I'm speaking a lot in tutes. It's weird. It's like, I just don't care what people think anymore. I just speak.
I should get full marks for that part. Not sure about the other parts though.
Word of the day: optimism
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