Odi et Amo

Frightening

Sat, 30 Dec 2006 14:34:36 GMT

Could it be possible that I am growing balls down there???

A Different Kind Of Xmas

Thu, 21 Dec 2006 12:53:14 GMT

Isn't Xmas wonderful?

Xmas presents Stripes have bought:-

specs: 2.8GHz Intel Pentium D dual-core, Intel Viiv-certified, 250GB HDD, 1GB DDRII-533 RAM, 19" LCD monitor.

mario and luigi resurrected!

successor to a 4-year old nokia.

...All for moi, hehe.
Selfishness? Perhaps. Satisfaction? Guilty lol =).

Other babies Stripes hope to buy:-

this, will be a culmination.

this, is a slick Good Hair Device.

and this will be a carrot, hahaha!

Joyeux Noël!
Happy alcoholidaying!

2006

Wed, 20 Dec 2006 12:23:32 GMT

nye port jackson marina fireworks work big sales michel's patisserie summer heat stolen money kdrama study lunar new year wetherill park temple firecrackers primary school catch-up artexpress tropfest quan yeomans uni recommence redfern station eastershow dylan preschool new neighbours shit med results pissed off regret 21st birthday disco-bowling chomsky-baby DNA extraction calvin and hobbes lamb lamb lamb permed hair knitting national geographic baked muffins granddad sick hospitalised cochlear hearing aid biotech case study chem chem more chem green tea ice-cream micro micro more micro granddad cardiac arrest hospital again run mason-pfizer monkey virus tightass tuesday movies insanity streak old lionel richie cassette centro the fray floriade mom dad postsecret tax return cadbury fruit and nuts lab lab more lab late night finishes sudoku addiction weird randoms on trainrides dead turtle cousin married granddad busted pipe lonely textiles workshop fort minor outbreak weightloss frustration hatred give up run cirque du soleil: varekai mountain dew countless missed buses air-hockey jazz: now opera house job applications period pain vomiting the pipettes more job applications bodhisattva steve irwin cake cake cake peter brock jesters rejections missing lab partner stress textiles workshop mwl nv mke jt annoying boys net junkie run jdrama ryo nishikido babybel's cheese bega string'em cheese mr bobby man youtube auburn krispy kreme livejournal christina aguilera expensive bananas dead computer bollywood movies kfc wicked wings red lea chicken habib's charcoal chicken chicken drumstick bbq chicken chicken nuggets chicken thighs satay chicken portugese chicken chicken addiction all-nighter assignments first cousin once-removed pat lab reports sibling-z case study presentation dvd nights granddad prayers final exams oral interview chemistry school belinda emmet work teacher mom's operation early morning starts run bedroom makeover bubble tea spring-cleaning in december ds-lite overtime distinctions xmas wisdom teeth still no dslr empty portfolio yellow wiggle

today:
laundry. vacuumed. mopped. food-shopped. mattress flipped. bathroom cleaned. car washed. eyebrow waxed. food prepared . bedsheets ironed. obligatory phone calls to relatives done. napped. watched chopper and fly away home. www'ed.

tomorrow:
going to the marina. picnic. swimming. clamming and scalloping.
welcoming 2007, hello!

Have an awesome NYE everyone. See you on the other side.

Sun, 25 Dec 2005 01:02:52 GMT

See You on the Other Side

Tue, 18 Oct 2005 06:58:23 GMT

Sibling Z is having a birthday today. She's off at school while I celebrate for her by staying home. But that's because I am suffering from an excruciating period pain. Right now, my uterus feels like it has turned itself into one of those ugly Chinese contortionists; you know those asian ladies with really bad make up, and horrendously bright bodysuits, and they bend this way and that into weird positions, as if they are going to snap in half, but they don't?

Now I don't understand why she's torturing herself by pretending to smile like that.

Being a girl puts most of my days down in the dumps. I have wardrobe dilemma days, bad hair days, bad hairy legs days, bad skin days, and bad period pain days, where I literally become bedridden under two hot water bottles.

Anyway, I usually don't like to write about the real me in blogs but today will be otherwise. And it will be a long one too. My excuse for this? It's coz I've got PMS; it's coz I'm a girl. For some things, boys get away more easily than girls do. For others, being a girl is more advantageous to the circumstance. Hawhawhaw.

The time has reached hecticness again at uni. I've got 3 weeks to go and it's scary how fast it'll be til the exams. I still have 5 assessments too, so I can't study for the finals properly at the moment. Well, to evaluate on self in regards to a promise I made in a previous post, I did actually start studying since week one this semester. But that studious phase was short-lived because so many assessments pop up in the way. So I'm really going to push myself now, to study for the 4 subjects in the next 3 weeks. And I won't loiter on the web so much. So...see you when it's all over.

Final exam finishes on my parent's wedding 24th wedding anniversary day. Followed by best friend's 21st birthday. Might even be having a primary school reunion. So I've got many exciting things to look forward to this summer:- put on some weight, tone up, and tan on. And I'll be editing my list for Santa:- find a new job with a more appreciative boss; a new ceramics hair straightener, espadrillas, a strawhat, vintage tees, fabrics, mannequins, new bedsheets, speed bag, new training bag, new phone, D-SLR camera, a white malamute, new plants for garden, novels to read, toolbox, a dartboard cabinet, a winning lottery ticket.

Writing all that was really satisfying, hmm. =)

Now to wrap the skateboard in paper, or just give Sibling Z the damn thing?

The Hate for Mainstream Religion. And Fashion Trends

Sun, 16 Oct 2005 00:45:47 GMT

And the sandals of Jesus makes a fashion resurrection for Summer 2005.

       Chloé $USD372; Giuseppe Zanotti $USD450

Steve Madden $USD120; Farylrobin $USD100

They're not the only things paving out a path for the sheep of society to follow [insert pics: rubber wristbands, boleros, iPods, supatube jeans, side fringes, Chuck Taylors, blogging, ra rara rara].
Stupid sheep. They come. They overflock. They kill all existing originality.

Tell me you like my biblical allegory.

Sing Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star when Nervous

Sun, 09 Oct 2005 03:45:14 GMT

Lightning ripped a hole in my sky last night.

Things came pouring down from the heavens, blackholes regurgitated treasures kept in their voids from many centuries ago, and nobody knew but high up, the galaxy was holding a sublunary festival of its own. Saturn, Jupiter, and even the smallest of all: Pluto was dancing the rumba. Madness, universal madness.

Movements in the dark made the warm air furry like velvet. Stars clanked noisily as they clung tightly to the black sky-canopy, which draped on forever to meet the sea at the horizon...

Ok so I'm lying. Sydney was a top, fine and sunny day on the 8th of October, with just a little wind in the afternoon that was all. No storm came to visit me last night.
But my IBS syndrome did.

(L')un à L'infinité des Choses

Thu, 06 Oct 2005 03:30:23 GMT

1.   Un-knobblify skinny elbows
2.   Unplug stereo when studying
3.   Unlose things to recklessness
4.   Unbite fingers/lips/palms/pens/wrists when nervous
5.   Unwatch DVDs at 3am on school days
6.   Unassume possibilities & impossibilities
7.   Unaggravate 30-month old Dylan when he's watching the Wiggles
8.   Unforget rehearsed excuses
9.   Unseparate magic and life
10. Unact on impulses
11. Unobtrude between couples
12. Unimitate MJ dancing
13. Unthaw frozen heart
14. Unneglect history
15. Undeceive gullible buyers at work
16. Undisguise feelings; anger mostly
17. Unfake chicken-shit self as possessing balls
18. Unthink during orgasms
19. Unapologise unnecessarily
20. Unattach from gravity
21. Unabandon plants to dehydration

Above: Un- to the infinite things that requires changes. For the better.
Unfinished for now.

Mais, un plus de chose:-
22. Unwind to a Calvin & Hobbes comic, one of the gratuitous gifts life gives me. Hmm =)

-

Thu, 22 Sep 2005 02:04:26 GMT

Sorry that i am left behind:

    - academically because i didn't know my myopic intelligence would turn friends into selfish competitors.
    - in the social scene because a quiet person like me wouldn't have a single opinion about anything to be taken seriously. Or when you call me money-hungry and a snob because i thought u'd understand how i need to work to support myself or catch up on sleep/uni work everytime you guys call me to go out.
    - relationship-wise because i didn't know once a friend finds themself a significant-other they don't need for someone without, like me, to be part of their lives anymore.

Sorry i am boring.
But I won't feel sorry that I am left behind by friends of such kinds.

I Learnt a lot from my Dad. Didn't you?

Fri, 16 Sep 2005 11:10:21 GMT

The Eyesore that Chokes

Thu, 15 Sep 2005 13:40:09 GMT

The body parts that I notice instantly about another person are their hair, eyes, smile, height, big biceps or a heaving bosom. Distinctive features is what I mean. As opposed to fingers, ears, cheeks, necks. Or wrists...

And have you noticed how wrists are becoming billboards as of late? I'm talking about those colourful rubber-silicone wristbands with debossed messages everyone is wearing. Yellow for LIVE STRONG, pink for Breast Cancer, white for MAKE POVERTY HISTORY, red for AIDS, orange for Youths Off the Streets, black & white for STAND UP SPEAK UP against racism, blue for the Tsunami relief, teal for the Hurricane Katrina relief, rarr rarr rarr. Before long, there's more colours and messages than what makes up a ROY G BIV rainbow.

The bracelets do indeed promote good intentions, great causes. Motivational too, about how we should all unite and 'band' together [marketers are clever hey?] and fight the different adversities that renders life. I don't think I've ever seen a time with such [visible] hype for doing good deeds for the world like now. If you wear a band you get to show off what a good Samaritan you are. Otherwise if you don't sport one, you're just ignorant and selfish.

Like me. I refuse to buy the god-damn only-2-bucks-fifty shit not because I am tight, but as if my 2-bucks-fifty for the stupid plastic crap is really gonna cure cancer and clean up the hurricane debris just like that. Puh-lease.

Number one: I can guarantee that these mass-produced wristbands are sold more as fashion accessories towards obsessive trend-victims than to active campaigners/supporters. Are you wearing it because Brad Pitt and Camerion Diaz do? Or are you on the mission to collect every single silicone bracelet that exists? In such cases, money is made towards cancer research and/or the needy but it's pity to say, the bracelets themselves aren't really 'charitable' contextually, but more or less encouraging consumerism...

Number two. Silicone and rubber are non-biodegradable. 'Good deeds' for the world you say? Now that's a beautiful irony and I am going to laugh hysterically. But if I am wrong here then please drop me a comment [no one ever comments ='( ]; I might need to be corrected. [Actually, anybody, please comment!] Otherwise I am going to continue laughing hysterically. Or maybe cry, if UNEP or Greenpeace too starts selling rubber wristbands. SAVE THE EARTH?? Or RECYCLE??

Action goes a lot further than words do. Let's return to the conventional ways of being charitable hey? Be a sponsor, donate what you can spare: money, clothes, furniture, blood. Do fundraising. The Smith Family, The Salvation Army and The Australian Red Cross continually take on volunteers if not there are heaps of smaller organisations in your local area that you can participate in for the funness, not to mention the reward or the recognition, believe me [I also have a golden letter of appreciation written by a venerable for my contribution to the Third-World last year, I can prove [*gleams with pride* due to illuminating halo on head]].

Those brightly-coloured bracelets are becoming a public eyesore simply because they are EVERYWHERE. We need to halt their mass-production. Picture the biologically-hazardous emissions given off from manufacturing them; the interference they put into our environment - non-biodegradability; their strangling potentiality on wildlife. Moreso, picture how you'd look being accessorised in plastic/rubber. Yeah. CHEAP.

Tsk tsk.

Easy Breezy Japanesy

Tue, 16 Aug 2005 14:21:47 GMT

I can hear the wind of change coming.

Speaking of weathers, boy was yesterday so-very windy here! So windy that the gust blew a pigeon straight into my bedroom window, 5m above ground. The bird was dangling mid-air, oppressed against the window panel for 30 seconds before the wind changed direction and tossed it elsewhere. I say, Mother Nature can be a bitch sometimes. The meteorologists concur. Which is why they like to address those fatal hurricanes by female names, have you noticed?.

Anyway, despite how much Mother Nature can upset us, the old mother of mine doesn't tolerate it when I upset Her with complaining taunts and disrespect. I appreciate the sun and the rain and the wind as weathers, which can often dapple my moods happy or sad. I just don't like it when nature causes impediments on living matters including human life.

I don't know if you've realised but this entry is about the weather mainly. If you think I converse too much about the weather, wait til you meet my mom:- she'd be the pantheism Nazi in our household. Back to yesterday now:- that pigeon left haunting blood stains on my window. From hereon, looking out onto this southwest suburban landscape that is Punchbowl, I get to observe everything - the sky, the clouds; the corrugated roofs, the backyard pools in a brilliant pink-red hue.

Not that our area isn't already shrouded in such colour and such abusive light. I'm talking about the violence of our area [Telopea St, Koala Rd, Punchbowl Rd, Wattle St, Gosling Park just to name the few]. Out here we know we're not exactly A-class. We're unloved like a batch of Kassoum & Moujalli's sour apples. But what they don't know is we're still wholesome, and how you may ask? It's because we're as honest as can be. The guys out here, if they don't like you they'll tell it to your face. If you're an ethnic and don't understand english, they'll show you hand signals. And just to make sure you comprehend, they'll pay your street a visit and shoot the hell out of your front window. But like aforementioned, change is taking place and every resident in the area seem to be more joyous lately. But what's petty is, it's just only an excitement about the expansion of the local shopping centre. Yeah, we're like that:- we'd excite over petty things, and we'd kill over petty things...

The time is getting exciting nevertheless coz spring is only a fortnight away. I can't help not being affected by nature. Can't wait for the sun to shine more. Put up my hammock and finish off my current reading: Memoirs of a Geisha [contains great analogies of nature btw haha]. Or for the rain to wash my window clean. Or for seedlings to sprout from the pigeon-compost beneath that window. Life, oh life. Des'ree. Oh liffeeeee, oh life, doo doo do doo.

The Scientifically-Incorrect Science Report for Uni

Sun, 26 Jun 2005 12:04:59 GMT

Objective: To cram 13 weeks' worth of lecture notes for 2 subjects in the next 35 hours into self's petty brain.

Method: Perform objective without/(with minimal) sleep.

Results: Pending. But F.U.T.I.L.E.

Conclusion: Fate of success is futile. Probability of receiving a Distinction is by a minus 10-fold extent; receiving a HD:- an effing who-am-i-kidding chance (unless some miracle happens).
Experimental degeneracy is 'known', and not just assumed, to be due to procrastinating forces disrupting the STUVAC period. Also contributive was the method of studying with food in hands rather than using the correct apparatus that is ink-and-paper.
For future experiments of this same nature, it will be wise to motivate self to commence studying from the very beginning of semester. To guarantee that this procedure does take form enforce a punishment technique of some sort onto self, analogous to the No Pain, No Gain doctrine.

References/Appendix/Peripherals:
- gingko biloba memory pills
- overworked alarm clock
- webct: hording of tute answers
- the forces Above: 'please work Your miracle and save my petty arse from failing.'

And it will be. A Full Circle.

Tue, 24 May 2005 11:45:26 GMT

An end was brought about today.
Ironic as it may be, but I'd like to mark the beginning of this place, this space, with that news.

Think it.
For a 'happy ending' you better start from the end and work yourself backwards to the beginning...