Le Formale 2007

Great formal. Well, I think it was. I really haven't been to any others. Hence, my claim that it is, in fact, the "Best formal that I have ever been to in my life. Ever."

First up, I'd like to thank Will's mum (Ha. Ha. Ha.) Seriously though, thanks to Anh for coming to the formal with me. Looked awesome and matched my suit. And fun to be with. I'm pretty sure I was undeserving of such a great date.

WTH at house captains. I really don't enjoy seeing guys dance on stage naked. It was funny at the time though. But then you look at the photos. Enough said.

Everyone looked phully sick. Pretty hard not to when you're wearing a suit. By the way, formal photos are at http://www.flickr.com/photos/ihuang/.

Thanks friends, for a great night.

You shall not pass!

Sigh. That is all.

Anyway, I made up the title of this post before I began typing, so I might as well mould (mold?) this post around it.

At the beginning of every semester, I hear a voice. Not a quiet one. Heaven forbid, I'm not that fortunate. No. It is a ridiculously, excessively loud and angry voice, that screams in my head. "You shall not pass!" it says to me, the voice reverberating around my head. Then I scream "I shall defeat you!" At which point people on the train are already calling the nearest asylum.

I bet the Socceroos feel the same way, with a voice saying "You shall not pass!" But who takes the blame? The coach, who, pardon my bandwagon-jumpingness, seems to have no idea what he's doing? Or should the players be criticised for their clear lack of enthusiasm? Or even the FFA, who should have appointed not necessarily a better coach, but someone who at least has more experience (which would, in effect make them better)? Or is it an amalgamation of all these factors, combining in what looks like a very likely early exit from the comp? I don't know the answer, and neither should you. I would be pleasantly surprised if you did. But if you think you know, then drop us a comment.

Have a good term everyone. Ignore that voice of evil that expounds the filth of dark forgotten realms. You shall pass.

Calm

I wish I was calm all the time. That way I wouldn't be so angry as I am now. It would be wonderful. I need to calm down. Chill.

By the by, I don't know why I'm angry. Maybe it's just good-old teenage angst. The world is against me. Nobody understands me. That type of thing. Like they do in the movies. Just, I'm not in a movie. Just thought I'd make that point.

I've found out something wonderful and I'm ready to share it with y'all. Therein lies the discovery. Y'all. Or more like a rediscovery. It's a great contraction. It's a work of art. See, you have normal "standard" words, here being "you" and "all." But "y'all" transcends that plain of ordinariness. It breaks the boundaries. It reaches a place; spiritually, emotionally, psychologically and physically that no other contraction can possibly arrive it. It epitomises succinctity (succinctness?).

Well, that was a good stress reliever. I hope y'all as happy as I am now after reading this post. Cheers.

Straight Outta Compton

It's been almost exactly approximately 5 months since my last post. I've decided to come back from hiatus because I seem to be gathering a massive fan base again. Not that I ever had one.

Australia 1-1 Uruguay on last update (can't afford Fox).

Anyway, I should be stressing about exams. Actually, I'm more stressed about what my tutor will say when I ask him about the contact process.

2-1 in Uruguay's favour now. Damn it. Goalie dropped ball.

Which brings me to my next point. Uruguay are over-rated. Who have they actually got? Forlan. Recoba. End list. And they're not even that good. We have better players, yet we struggle. It's amazing.

Still need formal date. Probably go scouting after exams. It's all Nigel's fault.

During the past 5 months, which is coincidentally the period of my self-imposed exile, I've discovered something. Something fantastic. Something amazing. I just can't remember what it is. I'll probably tell y'all in the next post.

It's over

As the end of the holidays approach, I reflect with a distinct sense of nostalgia on what has occurred throughout. Here I am, listening to Oasis, packing my bags, reduced to reading Harry Potter the Third (yes, I am retro) typing this post, recalling the holidays.

My trips abroad were good and insightful. They ridded me of my 'frog at the bottom of the well' outlook. Not really. But it's a new phrase I got off my Dad. Which is another thing I learnt. Enquire within for more information.

Fishing at Metung was good as always. I learnt that maybe fish don't actually like being caught, so they avoid hooks.

I hope I have a better year this year. I hope you all do. Have a good one, friends.

I only like the Aus Open when the underdog wins

As stated in my post title, I only like the Aus Open when the underdog wins. Clearly Federer wins too much and someone needs to stop him. Only Ankit would go for Federer. That being said, it was a good final all in all.

I was in a fit of rage a minute before because I thought I had been played by the people who run the buses (someone) and Connex. But now I've just received news that the BelDale line has, in fact, been fixed. Not that it was broken before. The end result being that I don't have to catch the Glenny and a Happy Me.

Lakes Entrance

I've found that it's a good idea to keep your eyes open when you're playing music. It allows you to actually see your music, which is probably a good thing when you're playing.

I'm actually going away for a few days this week and won't be back until Thursday. So don't worry about asking me to go to the Aus Open. Though I doubt anyone would have anyway. Anyway, I'm going to Lakes Entrance. Fishing. It's a great place. A bit slow, but yeah, good place overall. I'll probably blog about that as well. So stay tuned.