There were some old friends, but mostly new friends. Andrew, Jono and Nigel I had been friends with since... forever (about year 10). And even though I had known people like Andrew and Sam for a long time, I wasn't necessarily very close to them. But I had gotten closer to everyone this year. And Andrew's Lily as well. She's fair awesome. Just like Tim and Judy. I know it would've been tough for Tim to come, but he still did. Because he ranks in the top 4 coolest people right now. And thankfully Judy came also. I remember she asked me why I was working to hard to make her come. I didn't actually have any real reason, but luckily she didn't care too much. She still came. And she said she was going to leave at 9 to go to another party, but she didn't. She ended up leaving pretty late. It may have been because she was having so much fun, but I get the feeling it was because she's such a lostie.
All we ended up doing was eating pho and then watching Harry Potter. We got through a bit of Hot Fuzz, before people started slowly disappearing. It was kind of funny watching Hot Fuzz. Because we all know it's such a hilarious movie, but it was Judy's first time watching it. So just... imagine. Especially for poor Tim, who was sitting next to her.
Oh and one more thing, I've decided to stop meddling in other people's business. I should at least make sure my own is in order. Not that mine is out of order, it's just if it ever was. I should think about it first, rather than someone else's. Also I'm not very good at meddling, I think I'm subtle but I may be a lot more blunt than I realise.
Written by banh at 9:00 PM | Comments (2)
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haha. i still owe u a pad.
and and and.... that was some quality pho we had.
cheerios for that banh.
btw, dont tell judy, but i think shes hilarious in all her lostiness, though she struggles to tell jokes.
haha.
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i mean person.
By , at 11:27 PM
Let's all bow our heads for a moment and think about our good friend, Tallon. Right now, he's in Sydney debating with, by all accounts, the ugliest group of people ever assembled.
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Too mean? No worries.
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I am like a sponge. I mean really, a sponge. The way in which I soak things up amazes me. Not literally, I don't absorb water through all my pores. But in a metaphoric sense. I've always been able to absorb information quickly. But apart from that, I also absorb mannerisms from the people around me.
If you looked at the me at the start of 2004 and compared it with the me at the end of 2007, there'd be a considerable difference. And not just in the normal things, but personality wise. I often find myself doing things that I pick up from other people. I talk like them. I write like them. I think like them. In general, I act like the people around me.
So this year, I've been spending a ridiculous amount of time with Sam and Tallon, and I'm starting to pick up things from them. Most notably today, I actually had the confidence to talk to a girl I didn't know. Granted, I did actually know her but I didn't know her that well. We ended up spending the whole day together, which I thought was quite the nifty. Normally I wouldn't have done this. I would've noted to whoever was sitting next to me, "Hey that looks like so and so", but today I actually called out her name and asked her to sit with us. I blame Sam for this. The amount of random people he knows at uni is a little astounding. He calls them over, I watch them converse for a bit until I lose interest and zone out, and that's when I become Sam's other, incredibly good looking in a Jude Law kind of way friend. No longer though! Now I want to be known as Sam's good looking in a Shane Watson kind of way friend who actively participates in any conversation regardless of topic or personnel.
And what I have I gotten from the Tallon (whom I still have to think up of a nickname for, "captain" sounds pretty good right now)? I'm not quite sure yet. It has to be one of those things that hasn't quite surfaced, but is bubbling under the surface.
However he did drive me home today, so I thank him for that. I trust Tallon as a driver. I trust most of my friends. Which makes it kind of interesting to cast my mind back during drug ed, when they ask you "Would you get in your friend's car if he was driving drunk?". The correct thing would be to say yes. However we were young then, and none of our friends could drive or had been drunk. Now it's amazingly different. Given that same question right now, I probably would still say no. But give me that question at 1am on a Satday morning in the middle of Epping, I'd most likely say hell yes. At least to the nearest place where cabs are on offer. See? Context is important. They always leave that bit out. So if I ever get to educate kids about drugs, I'm going to give them that and see how their answers change.
Banh out!
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By , at 11:50 PM
PHO PARTY UPDATE:
It's going well. Invites are out. Even though I said I wouldn't do it through facebook because I refused to recognise it as a useful tool, I still did. Although I still don't believe it's useful. I'm only doing it because Anthony did, and Anthony is awesome in my books.
In the end, I've ended up inviting 9 people, although I'm scared it'll go down to 6 because people might not be able to/want to attend, so I'm going to have to find some more people. But then I can't let them know they weren't part of the original plan. Or I could just do it with what I get.
PHO PARTY UPDATE END!
Anthony's 18th was a little bit of fun. It started off pretty slow but it got better as the night wore on. Although we had enough food to feed a small army and their family, the best part of the night was when we went to Shine. I have to admit, it may have been my first time actually going to a bar-like environment [I've lived a sheltered life, but by choice]. It was loud, pretty empty and a little sad [only people dancing were fat curries], but I still had fun.
A. Chui bought us a bottle of wine. It was randomly classy for the situation [and interestingly the fun part coincided with the introduction of alcohol]. I still have to learn how to actually drink wine, but I'm sure I'll get it one day. And yesterday was actually the second time I've talked with the Joodster [one of my favourite nicknames]. For all the urging I've done, which I've realised has turned me into a giant hypocrite, I've never actually exchanged words with her. Friday was the first. Saturday was the second. I don't know when the third will come.
This week is going to be a very, very long week. Not that I have a lot to do, but I just cannot wait till the weekend. Firstly, Friday is a day off. Which means cricket. And futsal. And no uni. Very exciting all round. Then Satday is the pho party. Which I geniunely hope Tim, the Joodster, Chewers and Anna can go to. Cannot wait.
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Pho party has been given the greenlight.
Repeat, pho party is a go!
I anticipate it greatly.
However. Problem #1: Who the hell do I invite.
It's not that I have too many friends, quite the opposite. It's just my groups of friends are very mutually exclusive, i.e. there's very little overlap in personnel and interests. Meh. I'll make it work.
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Look, usually I'm not the kind of person to ask for more when I already have so much [relative to... nothing], but I'm going to have to say something before I let it manifest into some sort of problem later on in life.
It's sooper dooper awesome that I'm getting comments, but I'd like people to leave names. Even if they're not your real name, just something to keep me going.
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I miss a good old fashioned DnM. I guess I never had a lot of them, but they're still needed once in a while.
Yesterday I sat and Nigel's house and just talked for a good 2 hours. Granted, we only talked about cricket, but it was still awesome. I need someone to talk cricket with, since I'm too lazy to post on my other blog.
Muk's 18th was a bit of fun. We talked, we caught up, we ate. It was a grand way to celebrate Pramuk. However the best moment of the night happened to be one of the last ones. Burnsy had just arrived and Niles decided to take him around the backyard, to show him the jungle that Muk lives in front of, Visa and I tagged along. We reach the pond, and then Ben tries to get smart. Earlier in the night, Muk had taken us on the tour and he skipped onto a rock in the middle of the pond, while we were all confused about whether it actually was a pond because we couldn't see any water. It was a pond. And Ben found out the hard way.
He tried to be like Muk, but he didn't quite have the experience that Muk had. He missed the first rock and went straight into the water. He only went in up to his knees, but it was still incomparably hilarious. The only shame was that more people weren't there to see it. But I'm glad I did.
On an unrelated note, Facebook has helped me solve a mystery. So to it, I doff my hat.
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Written by banh at 1:02 PM | Comments (1)
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haha. shows uve got some selective hearing issues!
;P
By , at 12:49 PM
We here at banhy.blogspot.com are extremely inexperienced in this 'life' thing, so we still like the fairy tales in the world. And when there aren't any to go "awwwwwwwwwww" about, we try to make our own. So the following is dedicated to finding love, and having balls.
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He had known her for a year already, although they had only just become friends. They met at a friend's birthday party. She was looking a little lonely, he was feeling very desperate. They chatted and exchanged numbers, but he never took it anywhere. It was only when he saw her at university did he remember her. It started out as just wanting to be her friend, just to be seen with her was enough. However it slowly developed into something else.
He was a different person around her. She brought out the best in him and everyone noticed it, except for her. In a months time, all their friends were doing their best to get them together. But no matter how hard they worked, he would never take that one final step.
She was the popular girl, always was and always will be. Everyone knew her and everyone liked her. She'd had boyfriends in the past, but nothing very serious. On the otherhand, he had no experience at all. He was a little shy, although he would never let anyone know it. There was no step too little for him, any progress is good progress.
One day, he was walking home when he bumped into her.
"Oh my goodness, what are you doing here?" He asked, a little excited but mostly confused.
"Oh didn't I tell you? I moved houses." She replied. Did I tell you she was a little ditsy? But that just made him like her all the more.
"No way. Where abouts do you live now?"
"Just around the corner."
They talked and walked for a bit. Until she suddenly stopped.
"Well, this is me. I'll see you around." She said, beaming that smile of hers.
"Ah sif you live here. I'm like a stone's throw away." Never in a million years did he think he'd actually live this close to her.
"I'm not joking. I actually do live here." She pouted.
"Hmm. If that's the case. I'm going to go home, shout something from my house and then I'm going to come back here and see if you heard me." His mind was racing at this point, so many thoughts were coming in and out.
"Ok. I look forward to hearing you make an idiot of yourself." With that, he grinned and ran home.
When he got home, he went out to the backyard and stood there, contemplating what he was going to say. Then it came to him.
"Mary!" He screamed, at the top of his lungs.
He waited for a bit, seeing if she'd reply. Nothing came. So he continued.
"I love you! Go out with me!" He wondered if he should add any more. But then he didn't need to.
"About time, you idiot!"
He ran to her house, not worrying about whether he actually remembered where it was or if it was actually her who replied. He did, however, have time to stop and yank a rose from someone's garden. He saw her waiting outside for him.
"Do you really?" She asked, a tear rolling down her cheek.
"Since the day we met." She ran towards him and the kiss they shared was the first of many to come.
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Not quite sure why I wrote that, but just thought it'd be fun. And to make sure, it was not meant for anybody, inspired by anyone or bear any resemblence to what may or may not actually happen. It was just pure fiction. Pure, poorly written fiction.
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Written by banh at 7:04 PM | Comments (2)
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I like it when people talk about me. I don't know why. I guess I'm just that much of a self involved person. So the happiest moment of my day today was when Tallon (whom I have to think of a nickname for), Sam and I were walking to bubble cup. They were talking about my ability to crack a joke and how much they liked it. That made me happy. Only secretly happy though, since I had no idea how to respond to that.
I've had a roller coaster ride of emotion the last couple of days. Yesterday was good and bad at the same time. It was good because I finally beat Sam at pool, fair and square. I also finally found the nerve to use the common room provided for students in my course. It was an exciting experience, and I already feel a lot more comfortable just sitting and vegging out in there. Also if anyone I usually hang with actually reads this, whenever I say I need to go somewhere and just "veg", I mean the common room. I'm too conscious of saying common room, because even I find it a little pretentious (if that's the right word spelt correctly). And then there were the 2 jap speaking girls, but more about those later. However it also had its bad moments. Such as the train that smelt like poo. That's about it. Everything else seemed to go right.
Anyway, about those jap speakers. There were still high schoolers, and I'm slowly training myself not to look at them anymore. Even if I'm undoing years and years of secret perving. But it's not about the girls in particular. It's an odd thing about me, but I like people who can speak more than one language, but are fluent in English. And that's a wierd thing, because as an Australian, I'm trained to be mildly xenophobic. But I also like people who are like me. And I'm a bilinguist (if you count English as one, and then fractions of Canto and Indonesian make up the other one). It was Japanese to boot, quite possibly the best language for hot girls to be speaking (in case you were wondering, Viet is the worst).
So in summary, I'm not a big fan of fobs. That's all.
Written by banh at 9:09 PM | Comments (3)
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i have a secret just like yours in the 1st para-
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s o n y a 妮, at 12:01 AM
i won't say who. lest, you bash him up & get even more giggly over it :)
By s o n y a 妮, at 6:03 PM
stop guessing.
i'm not spilling.
By s o n y a 妮, at 6:41 PM
Time for over analysing a part of my own life, since I like to.
I believe my batting is a lot like my personality.
Anyone that has ever seen me bat in a match, especially those in my last season, will think that I'm quite a defensive player. I use the front foot defense a lot, changing it up by going on the backfoot sometimes. Sometimes I'd score a run, but rarely. I was more about occupying the crease, just stay in the mix of things.
People that have seen me but don't know me would think the same as those who have seen me bat. I'm shy, I'm quiet and I stay away from the limelight. I tend to stick to what and who I know, even if that changes from time to time. I hardly ever talk to new people, but that doesn't mean never. When I do, it's a bit of a struggle, but after a while it gets easier and easier.
However when I play with Nigel, you wouldn't think I'm a defensive bat. I take a while to get going, and flash at a lot of things. I need to concentrate hard on my foot work, or else it all goes to heck. After a while though, I'm seeing it and the feet are moving. I begin to swing at everything, not middling a lot but still getting decent amounts of bat on the balls. I really do work hard to try and hit the ball as far as possible. Sometimes I swing a bit too hard and hurt the bat. Sometimes I send the ball flying. I'm in my element.
Around my favourite core of friends, you couldn't get much further from that shy, quiet and meek guy. Especially around the soccer guys, I'm loud, brash and a wee bit of a jerk. I try to make people laugh because I want everyone to just look at me. Sometimes I do it at the expense of others, but it's always in good humour, or so I reckon. The best thing about it? This is the me I enjoy being, but it's not necessarily the me I can always be. I do believe I am an extrovert. However I'm also a prime example of situation over-ruling personality.
Written by banh at 8:48 PM | Comments (2)
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ive gotten u out flashing quite a fair few times, and ive got decent offspin.
haha.
good entry, maybe u should analyse your bowling as well.
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Today was not a good day, as far as days go. It all went wrong from the word go. And it had nothing to do with me getting up on the wrong side of the bed, because only one side is accessible.
Apparently a big tree got uprooted outside the Menzies building, I was oblivious to it. I walked down to the pool room, saw everyone there and was mildly confused at what they were telling me. It was only when I saw the tree was I convinced.
When we were walking to the bus, we just missed one. And it wasn't like it left when we were 20 metres away. We were at the bus stop, I was inside but there wasn't room for Tallon and Sam. So we ended up catching the Blackburn, a big risk. But it was express. Jumped on the bus, saw Andrew and Lily. A nice bus ride home, probably the least crappy thing of the day.
Upon finding out there were no trains, it was clear we made the wrong choice. Well, I made the wrong choice and Sam and Tallon paid for it. No worries though, I just got a lift with Lily.
Talk about awkward. Forget the fact that I had only talked to her on 2 previous occasions. So in the car, she sat up front with her dad while I was in the back. They talked in their Shanghainese the entire time, while I just sat there and wore that familiar blank face. Eventually they took me home and I was grateful.
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You learn things at uni. You can't deny it. However I somehow find myself learning a lot more valuable things during the times surrounding uni. So far, this is what I've learnt:
- On the way up, sitting on the left hand side of the bus means lots of sunlight, can be good on a cold morning
- Depending on the bus, sit in the back or second last row so you can look through the window without having anything obstructing your view
- On the way back, sitting on the left hand side of the bus means lots of sunlight, never a good thing
- Buses going to/from Blackburn are better than those to/from Box Hill
- During off peak periods, more pretty people catch the Box Hill
- Peter Wang is on the 7.15am from Blackburn, so don't catch it to avoid awkwardness since he ALWAYS manages to sit next to you (i.e. me)
- Don't buy fruit flavours at Bubble Cup
- Green tea milkshakes don't taste as good as they sound, they don't taste good at all
It's amazing how we are such creatures of habits. And it's so different from going to school. Way back then, you'd could catch the same train everyday yet you'd be lucky to recognise more than 1 regular. However in catching the same bus, you notice at least 3 quarters will be the same people. I find it interesting. Especially if you find the one with the girl. But not the overly mannish girl, whose name happens to be Manh (or something similar). Now that I think about it, that's quite similar to my name. Interesting indeed.
That's what I love about uni. There's so many people, you see someone new everyday. And there are girls. Girls form an important part in going to uni. Especially if you've gone to all boys schools for the past 6 years. Six years of gay jokes. Girls are a refreshing change. But no more gay jokes, sadly.
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