Ok, so this was ultra-confusing. But awesomely so.
The 'Ambassadors' had dinner tonight, minus a few non-essentials *cough*Meng*cough*. The occasion was the ambiguous part. Was it for Ray's birthday? Was it a random gathering of Ambassadors? Was it a chance to ditch Meng and talk behind his back? Was it a GMC meeting over drinks?
In truth, I think it was a combination of all of the above.
It was great. I think the only blight upon the night (ha, rhymes) was James being late. God, I hate waiting for that guy. It was raining too. Now everybody knows the truth, James. That's what you get for lying to everybody.
So we met up with Stef with an F at MC, Moonwalked our way towards Ray and into the restaurant on Lonsdale (I think).
Dinner happened, craziness, hilarity and laughter ensued. The waiters were hilarious. Hayley asked for the cake and sparklers to go with it. He thought we wanted speakers. We said no.
So then he brought the cake out. Turns out to be the wrong one. And he'd lit the candle and everything. Poor cake.
Ray cut up the cake into elephant-sized pieces, presumably because he could eat that much in one go. Elephant-sized, as in each piece was the size of an elephant, not as in elephant bite-sized.
Needless to say, my assumption was wrong, Ray couldn't finish his five pieces of cake, so I asked for a box. The girl gave me a box with an over-sized lid. So the logical thing to do, instead of giving us a lid that went over the box, was, of course, to Glad-Wrap it. Duh.
The train ride home was good fun. The car trip back home was dangerous and slightly illegal, yet oddly thrilling. I think I'm hooked on speeding now. Thanks a lot Anna. Oh, and thanks for the lift.
I think I'll try and organise a poker night next. Problem is, my dog is a bit wacko. I'll try and get something sorted out. In the meantime, Elena and James can organise the road trip. Should do this again sometime.
Oh, and Happy 19th Birthday Ray. Again.
Word of the Day: Late
Sunday, 13 September 2009
Saturday, 12 September 2009
Ninja stars...that you can eat!
Handing out pastry ninja stars was the highlight of my week. That pretty much sums up how eventful it was. I mean, I didn't even get given ninja stars, I was doing the giving, and that was the most exciting thing. Ah, the simple joys of life.
The parties/events are coming thick and fast now. Funny how it coincides with busy work periods. Not entirely unexpected. It's my own fault for knowing people of which 90% have birthdays in the latter half of the year.
It's gonna be an awesome two months, and would be made even awesommer if I were to pass the accounting midsem. Please, please let me pass. Not that it matters that much, but my pride and dignity is at stake. Please. I worked hard for it, I don't know why I did that badly. I'm a good person (deep down). Please let me pass.
I don't know who I'm asking to let me pass. God I guess. Not that He would find my blog remotely interesting or informative.
Dinner with Ambassadors should be a blast tomorrow night. Hopefully safety in numbers in the city eh?
Word of the Day: Partay
The parties/events are coming thick and fast now. Funny how it coincides with busy work periods. Not entirely unexpected. It's my own fault for knowing people of which 90% have birthdays in the latter half of the year.
It's gonna be an awesome two months, and would be made even awesommer if I were to pass the accounting midsem. Please, please let me pass. Not that it matters that much, but my pride and dignity is at stake. Please. I worked hard for it, I don't know why I did that badly. I'm a good person (deep down). Please let me pass.
I don't know who I'm asking to let me pass. God I guess. Not that He would find my blog remotely interesting or informative.
Dinner with Ambassadors should be a blast tomorrow night. Hopefully safety in numbers in the city eh?
Word of the Day: Partay
Thursday, 10 September 2009
Wo shi fob
Sometimes I wish I was more of a fob. That way, I'd fit the archetypal Asian cast, and people wouldn't be surprised at me stringing a coherent chain of words together.
Also, people seem to like fobs. I don't know why. I mean, I don't know why people seem to like them more. Maybe they find the accent cute. Who knows.
This also relates back to my racial insecurity. When I go out, I subconsciously make sure I'm better than average. Behaviour-wise. Because if I do something morally suspect, people will be like, "Oh, he's Asian, of course he's not going to give up his seat for a pregnant lady." Hard to blame them, really. People generally like to typecast. It simplifies things, and dehumanises people, which makes it so much easier to hate.
I don't know where I'm going with this, or why I started writing this. Australians in general are very good people, and not racist. But there are those that are, and they're jerks, and we probably shouldn't waste time on them anyway.
Word of the Day: Fob
Also, people seem to like fobs. I don't know why. I mean, I don't know why people seem to like them more. Maybe they find the accent cute. Who knows.
This also relates back to my racial insecurity. When I go out, I subconsciously make sure I'm better than average. Behaviour-wise. Because if I do something morally suspect, people will be like, "Oh, he's Asian, of course he's not going to give up his seat for a pregnant lady." Hard to blame them, really. People generally like to typecast. It simplifies things, and dehumanises people, which makes it so much easier to hate.
I don't know where I'm going with this, or why I started writing this. Australians in general are very good people, and not racist. But there are those that are, and they're jerks, and we probably shouldn't waste time on them anyway.
Word of the Day: Fob
Monday, 7 September 2009
It means a lot to me
I keep laughing at my 9:30 starts on Mondays. It's my latest start for the entire week. All my other starts are at 9. I laugh at it, but that extra half an hour actually means a lot to me.
Like my friends telling me about things. You know, things that are going on. Keeping me in the loop. That means a lot to me.
People saying 'Hi' and people saying 'Bye.' Actually acknowledging my existence. That means a lot to me.
Friends calling, Facebooking or MSNing me randomly. Just to chat. Or maybe to thank me for something. That means a lot to me.
Randoms that I like trying to become friends with me. Actually making a conscious effort. That means a lot to me.
Moments spent mucking around and talking with friends. That means a lot to me.
People giving me a chance beyond the first five minutes of initial contact. That means a hell of a lot to me.
People appreciating the effort that you put into helping them, or just doing something. That means a lot to me.
People caring about whether you're dead or alive, in Africa or at home. Sounds stupid, but it means a lot to me when people show that they care.
Just so that this doesn't become an overly introspective, corny and personalised piece, you tell me what's important or means a lot to you. Doing that would mean a lot to me too.
Word of the Day: Tangent
Like my friends telling me about things. You know, things that are going on. Keeping me in the loop. That means a lot to me.
People saying 'Hi' and people saying 'Bye.' Actually acknowledging my existence. That means a lot to me.
Friends calling, Facebooking or MSNing me randomly. Just to chat. Or maybe to thank me for something. That means a lot to me.
Randoms that I like trying to become friends with me. Actually making a conscious effort. That means a lot to me.
Moments spent mucking around and talking with friends. That means a lot to me.
People giving me a chance beyond the first five minutes of initial contact. That means a hell of a lot to me.
People appreciating the effort that you put into helping them, or just doing something. That means a lot to me.
People caring about whether you're dead or alive, in Africa or at home. Sounds stupid, but it means a lot to me when people show that they care.
Just so that this doesn't become an overly introspective, corny and personalised piece, you tell me what's important or means a lot to you. Doing that would mean a lot to me too.
Word of the Day: Tangent
Sunday, 6 September 2009
Spot the irony
Bet you can't find it.
I'll set the scene first. It'll take about two seconds, so bear with me.
Orrin and I were playing Scrabble, and this is what he said after he spelled 'FOB' on the board:
Orrin - make your own destiny :) says:
> i could say the opposite
> haha
> OFB
> FOB*
If you can't spot it, it's probably because you don't understand the syntax of the above extract. For clarification, the > means new sentence, and the * means correction. Stupid new MSN. Geddit now? Now you can laugh.
Anyway, today was a strange day. Saw many, many people. But I did not see that girl from Microeconomics tute, first semester last year, outside the Matheson Library. Ok, now I'm just going to call her X. But not a bad day. Certainly right up there with the best.
Word of the Day: X
Word of the Day: Irony
I'll set the scene first. It'll take about two seconds, so bear with me.
Orrin and I were playing Scrabble, and this is what he said after he spelled 'FOB' on the board:
Orrin - make your own destiny :) says:
> i could say the opposite
> haha
> OFB
> FOB*
If you can't spot it, it's probably because you don't understand the syntax of the above extract. For clarification, the > means new sentence, and the * means correction. Stupid new MSN. Geddit now? Now you can laugh.
Anyway, today was a strange day. Saw many, many people. But I did not see that girl from Microeconomics tute, first semester last year, outside the Matheson Library. Ok, now I'm just going to call her X. But not a bad day. Certainly right up there with the best.
Word of the Day: X
Word of the Day: Irony
Saturday, 5 September 2009
Salvation for those that hate flowers (and their friends)
Just to clarify about last post, I'm kind of over the crush. Kind of. I have pretty much moved on. Except it's been on my mind lately, for some inexplicable reason. Probably a combination of too much Maroon 5 and coffee. And sometimes, for extra craziness, both at the same time! I live life on the edge.
Today was mad. Went to the market down in Yarra Valley and bought some stuff. Discovered an awesome gift to buy people that don't like flowers. A bit pricey, but not something I couldn't create with my craftsmanship.
What was almost highlight of the day was the busker there over-hearing my sister go "OMG, he has a guitar! I hope he plays Oasis!" and accordingly doing so. Just to keep you in the loop, he played 'Songbird' and 'Wonderwall'. Two of the nicest songs by Oasis, and executed very well by Buskerman. Definitely in the top 10. Props to Buskerman, and applause all around.
I want a guitar. I had my friend's for a while, to strum around with, but I didn't really put much effort into playing it, which I regret now. It's weird though. Even though I haven't played for about half a year, I pretty much remember what I learnt up to. Guitar and me = natural affinity. Oh em gee, I can write poetry.
Word of the Day: Buskerman
Today was mad. Went to the market down in Yarra Valley and bought some stuff. Discovered an awesome gift to buy people that don't like flowers. A bit pricey, but not something I couldn't create with my craftsmanship.
What was almost highlight of the day was the busker there over-hearing my sister go "OMG, he has a guitar! I hope he plays Oasis!" and accordingly doing so. Just to keep you in the loop, he played 'Songbird' and 'Wonderwall'. Two of the nicest songs by Oasis, and executed very well by Buskerman. Definitely in the top 10. Props to Buskerman, and applause all around.
I want a guitar. I had my friend's for a while, to strum around with, but I didn't really put much effort into playing it, which I regret now. It's weird though. Even though I haven't played for about half a year, I pretty much remember what I learnt up to. Guitar and me = natural affinity. Oh em gee, I can write poetry.
Word of the Day: Buskerman
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
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