They say opposites attract, however that is more intense and short lived. I think I'd like someone who share similar interests and hobbies with me. Something to talk about, you know? So if anyone knows any asian girls how like cooking and cricket, please send them my way.
Just on that, how cool would that be?! However I'd probably screw that up by getting overexcited and jumping the gun anyway.
Slowly moving towards Chen's birthday. Very, very slowly. First we have to get through Tuesday and then New Years. However the Friday will be the hardest. It's the epitome of the in-between day. Day after New Year, day before Chen's and start of the third Test. Perhaps I'll go shopping. Apart from that, I don't think I can be assed doing anything more.
I shaved today! It was the first time in a while. It's not that I was trying to grow anything, I was just seeing if anything would. I had grown attached to whatever was there. I'd spend a lot of time just stroking it. Wondering if I kept stroking it, it'd get bigger (I couldn't resist). Now it's gone. Nothing to stroke. Just... baldness. At least I can call myself "clean shaven" now. I've missed that.
And what has become of Operation Six Pack? Aborted. I know that I could have one. All the muscles are there, no doubt about that. It's just that they're hiding, and only hard work and smart dieting can reveal them. Both of which I'm not sure I'm willing to put in. Shame really. It would have been nice. Perhaps I just need to set myself a more realistic goal. Such as... by start of uni. That could work.
Speaking of uni, I cannot wait for it. I miss it. I really do. The thing I most look forward to is just killing time with friends. I look forward to countless hours spent in the CC upstairs, in the law library... Mostly in the law library hopefully this year. A lot more study needs to be done next year than what was done this year. More effective use of time. A laptop will help with that too.
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I went for a run this morning. It was hard. I remember once upon a time, when I was training for House Cross Country. I would go for runs and be able to knock off 4km easy peasy. That was the fittest I had ever been. In the mornings I'd go to the gym for some treadmill action, and then after school once or twice a week we'd go again for the weights action. Hopefully I can get back to somewhere near that, however not actually having access to a gym doesn't make it easy. If push comes to shove next year, I might start swimming like I planned to earlier this year.
Onto other things, I'm still kind of disappointed I didn't get a job this summer. I'm so freaking lazy. I can't even hide behind other friends that don't have jobs, they all do! Lame, to the max!
Don't you love it when you're watching some old movie, you see a scene and you think "Hey, that was on The Simpsons!". I do! I'm watching All The President's Men right now and now I know where The Simpsons pinched the scene where Smithers is giving information to Bart and Lisa about Burns in the car park. Life would be a lot more boring without The Simpsons, we'd also be a lot stupider. Perhaps skinnier, but definitely stupider.
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Ok, here is the low down! There are six days before Big Chen's (that nickname carries no weight until I meet someone else called Chen) beach party. Which means I have six days to reach my peak, physical state. I acknowledge this challenge and I choose to accept it.
So for the next six days, I shall be not eating crap like chips, not snacking eleventy nine times a day, sit upping, push upping and running. I actually checked the scales the other day and I found I had gained a kilo or two since the start of holidays. I am pretty disappointed with that, so I'll have to atone for that mishap.
The real question is whether I can continue this harsh regimen past next Satday. I can tell myself it's to get into shape for Hong Kong, as physical demanding as that may be. However if I were to do that, the real reason would be to surprise relative who knew me as the fat kid, and show them I have blossommed into the lovingly handsome man butterfly that I am now.
Just on the topic of butterflies, I got awoken by the moth on Christmas Day. It was an odd experience. I was quietly snoozing when I heard this flapping noise. A bit like as if you were flipping through the pages of a book really quickly. I had to open my eyes to see what it was, and then I saw a giant moth flying into my ceiling repeatedly, I guess looking for a way out. I chose to ignore how the moth got in, only accepting the fact it would find a way out. I tried to go back to sleep but I was up by then, so I jumped on the laptop whilst still in bed. I was on that for about half an hour before the moth appeared next to my head, I took that as a cue to get the heck out of there.
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Do you know why I love cooking so much? It's because it is so amazingly simple. At the most basic level, all you need is common sense and a bit of experience. Sure, it can be complicated into this complex mess, but there is no reason why it cannot be easy, quick and just plain obvious.
First step to cooking is understanding the role of fire and heat. Generally these are used to warm things up to an extent that they become either more palatable or safe to ingest, sometimes both. There are a number of ways to cook and through learning and practice, anyone can become more than competent.
After that it's deciding what flavours you like. There are many cliched pairings like tomato and basil, lamb and rosemary, pork and apple, etc. These go on and on, and the only way to get some sort of idea is to experiment with anything and everything. Eventually you'll get to the point where you're doing a completely unrelated task and the thought pops into your head: "Hmmm I wonder to *blank* goes with *blank*". When it does, I want you to drop whatever you're doing and do some victory laps, because it means you've grown the balls needed to be able to make your own food.
Like I said, it can be a lot more complicated than that, but you don't have to worry about that till you're either really bored or have an ass load of time on your hands. I don't want people to overestimate their cooking abilities. If children from five onwards can be taught how to cook, then anyone my age can learn.
And that is my Christmas rant! Merry Christmas to all my lovely readers and I look forward to another 12 months of me putting up useless and sometimes insulting crap up here. Coming soon will be a nice little look back on the year, or perhaps just a collection of my favourite posts from the past 12 months.
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Merry Christmas to you too and have a safe holiday season!
see you around the corner of the new year!
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Whooo I'm a lot sorer than I should be right now. Futsal yesterday was alright. Monday night Tommy and I (mostly him) were working hard to make sure we had the numbers. Luckily it all worked out fine and there were plenty there.
Played ok. About three or four goals that I should have stopped but I was caught out of position. One was directly a consequence of my shoes having absolutely no grip left. I slipped and slid my way through the couple of hours. Good fun though. The one memorable save Matty had just lost the ball in defence to Luke, just on our side of the halfway line. I was moving the away and suddenly I had to change directions. Unfortunately I had to grip, which means changing directions quickly isn't my forte. So I hit the ground, but Luke still had the ball. I stuck a hand out in pure desperation and by some strange turn of luck, he hit it straight to my hand, and there was the flukiest of saves I've made in a long while.
I also realise I no longer slide people when I charge them down. I use to be able to, but now I've lost it. It may be because I wear shorts now, so no protection on the knees for sliding. However I don't even hit the ground anymore on 1-on-1s. I run up and just do my best to cover the angles. It works sometimes, if I move quickly enough my feet block the ball. I like keeping my feet a lot more, however I sacrifice a chance of holding onto the ball.
Diving has also been eliminated from my game. This may be due to having no grip with my shoes, hence no power to dive with. Instead I use my feet to save a lot more balls. Once again, sacrifice the chance of holding the ball, but I can recover a lot quicker and it definitely doesn't kill my hip and elbows as much.
Keeping with gloves has been great fun. I can catch! The confidence it gives me is unbelievable. It's more of a mental hurdle. However catching is still a problem with me. I still think like a cricketer and a footy player. When I go to catch, I always go with the hands. And by that, I mean I never let it come to me and take it on the chest. This causes me problems because it means I'll drop a few I could catch, but it stops me from getting winded and having a sore chest afterwards.
And that's why I love sports so much! Playing is fun, but what gives me more fun is how to play. Technique! Mentality! Pleases me to no end.
EDIT: I just had one of my more retarded moments whilst brushing my teeth. So there I was scrubbing away, and I was pretty pumped up for this late at night. When it came time to spit, I spat a little to vigorously, and as a result, I got a little tooth paste in my eye. Yep. Just tihnk about it for a bit. Next time you brush your teeth, remember! Danger is just around the corner.
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Why? Because a girl was singing it at Marcus' the other night while we were waiting for the tram. Admittedly, she wasn't actually singing the song, instead making up her own lyrics, however it is still a very catchy melody.
I'm not very good at opening up to people. It's just not in my nature to directly let people know how I'm feeling. I remember a couple of times I've done it on the past 6 months, and I got completely and absolutely shat on. It's only human to continue not doing it after that.
That's why I need this blog so much. It's where I can vent without expecting a reply. And sometimes that's exactly what I want. Generally, I'm not looking for advice, approval or anything else. I just need an outlet, an ear.
It's interesting, really. During the time I needed to unleash most, I wasn't able to. And I'm not talking about now, I'm talking about two, three, four, five and six months ago. I'm not going to hold back now though, because this is my little haven. I refuse to let anyone or anything stop me saying something I really want to. Only I have that power. And possibly my internet provider.
This will definitely be the last post on all this fuss though. I'm sick of pretending I'm ok about it all, and I'm sick of pretending I'm not ok. It comes and goes. Only it comes less often now. And instead of whatever feelings were once there, there's just this sense of apathy. Nothing.
Problem is, I'm having a wee bit of trouble letting go. I can tell myself it's not there all I want, doesn't make it true. However I can take a bit of solace from two, very similar stories from friends. Both guys had long time crushes on the girl, and both made their feelings known when there was practically no other option. Both boys were given the "friends" line, and both took it badly. In a strange twist of fortune though, both stories had happy endings. The girls turned around and decided to give them a crack.
Upon hearing these stories, all I can think of is how I'd do in the same situation. And to be honest, I would have taken the other path. Recently all I've wanted is not to be the chump. Ironically in doing that, I have become the chump many a time. I'm still learning though. One day I'll get it right. Actually, I don't really want that day to come.
Ok, to reiterate, no more posts on this crap. It has taken up enough of my time and I refuse to give it any more. I need a win.
And looking forward to February! Perhaps I need to start a count-down.
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"Where we're going, we won't need eyes to see."
I got to watch Event Horizon tonight on the television! I love that movie, it is definitely one of my favourites. Apart from being such a brilliant movie, it has provided us with one of the best, creepiest movie quotes ever.
I think I've been going about this the wrong way. I thought that moving on involved completely ignoring, and then forgetting her existence. However that's just like slapping yourself in the thigh to take your mind off the gunshot wound to your arm. Eventually I got tired of slapping myself, and figured I should do something about the bullet wound.
Marcus' and Kylie's yesterday was great fun! Actually yesterday in general was great fun! We played futsal in the afternoon. I managed to pick myself an awesome team yet again. It was (in order of picked) Matt, Luke, Leo and Nick. Good form, good form. I decided to play with gloves and it felt alright. I was a lot more confident in trying to catch shots. However I did let a Tom Wu long ball go straight into my net, a bad error in judgement. We were playing pretty ok until Matt kicked the ball on the roof and the game ended. Epic fail.
As we ended early, we had a bit of time to kill before we needed to be in the city. We sat around at Box Hill before catching the train up, we being Twu, Twang, Jono and Will. Twu and I continued onto Melbourne Central whereas the others went to Twang's house.
We waited at MC for a bit for Duc to arrive, and then we went up to the clocks to meet up with the big crew! And in the big crew, I only knew about four people. Luckily it was a great four people. We all had dinner at some place at MC. I picked the risotto. First time I've had risotto. It was a cheesy and salty affair. However I did finish the dish, instead of leaving half behind on the plate like I usually do.
The rest of the night was just talking to all my Melbourne High idiots and Anna. I ended up leaving at a bit past 11 because I was truly buggered. Got home at 12.30ish and don't remember what till sleep!
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Ooooooh shits.
This was the first exposure I had to Indonesian music. It came back in year 11 when Ms Capon brought some music for us to listen to. Of course there was a point to it, we studied the lyrics as a way to improve our own grammar. However I did fall in love with the song, and I was not the only one. I remember trying to download it but I couldn't find it anywhere. It was only out of nowhere whilst watching the cricket did I remember it. The power of youtube never fails to amaze me.
It's a really cool song I think. This was the first time seeing the music video as well. And to be perfectly honest, I started to tear up at the end. Oh my goodness, I want friends like that!
(By the way this bears no relation to whatever may have occurred in my life in recent history, it is a cool song without needing to have any sort of signficance)
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I'm very terrible at wielding the camera. Well it's more like I'm very reluctant. I brought a camera to futsal today but I couldn't be assed taking it out. Mainly because I didn't have the energy to take happy snaps while I wasn't playing.
Futsal was great fun today! I think I played really well. I had a fantastic team to work with, but I held up my end of the bargain most of the time. As we did the stupid captain thing again, I had to pick my own team. However I was first this time so I got first crack. On my team was Isaac, Matty (love that kid!!!!!), Nigel and Nicky. Isaac and Matty were unbelievable. I think it is fair to say that Matty has now moved up to become the second best player we have, behind Isaac. Nigel was outstanding today as well, he worked his ass off. Nick didn't have that large of a role to play but he was important. He basically drew a player and created space on the left for Matty to run into.
I wasn't disappointed with my efforts today. I started off terribly, three mistakes within the first few minutes. However luckily they didn't result in any goals. From there it got better. I had a lot more mobility than I had in past days and I felt I was spreading myself a lot better when the ball was close. However it's really hard to gauge how well I played because of the stunning defence I had.
Oh yes and my new gloves? I gave them a spin while we were warming up. It was good to be able to try to catch the ball confidently. That's the main reason for gloves. The security they provide when going for catches is phenomenal. They may also provide a bit of protection when punching to palming away, but catching is the main thing. However I found they also severely hampered my throwing, I wasn't used to having something in between me and the ball. So I shelved them when the game started. I tried using them for one game towards the end, but we conceded a goal within about 60 seconds so I took that as a sign. I'll break them out on Friday again, see if it goes better then.
I remember the line that I heard yesterday! I was listening to some odd rendition of Leonard Cohen's Hallelujah, and the line that stood out was:
"But all I've ever learned from love
Was how to shoot somebody who outdrew ya"
Ok it might not apply to me, but it is really interesting. The first time I listened to Jeff Buckley's version, that line also stood out. But more because it didn't make a great deal of sense to me then. Now it carries a lot more significance. This pleases me to no end because it means that I am growing up and starting to shake off this crippling naivety! Adulthood here I come!
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I heard something really apt just before but now that I try to recall it, it has totally flown the nest. I cannot even remember where I heard it or how I related to it. Hmm. Struggle city.
Futsal tomorrow! Also start of the first Test between Australia and Safrica! Also third day of Vics against WA! I plan to try and do all three. If all goes to plan, I'll wake up at 8:30ish and leave the house at 9:30. The train will be caught to Flinders, and I'll change to a Hursty or something to get me to Jolimont. At Jolimont I shall de-train and make my way to the lovely MCG for the first time this season. And all of this without having to validate a ticket.
Hopefully it won't be raining and I'll get to see Pomers, Voges and North have a swing. At lunch, I'll move into the part of the stands with the televisions, so that I can watch the first Test. After lunch, I'll stay seated there and divide my attention between watching the live cricket in front of me and the cricket on the television. At about 3:00, or maybe a tick before, I'll have to leave and make my way back to Jolimont. From there I'll train back up to Flinders and then to Box Hill. However that is where we hit a bit of a road block. As Box Hill has the barriers on at all times, and I don't have a validated ticket, I have no way to get out. So we must get creative!
First idea to get off at the stops either side of Box Hill, both of which do not have manned barriers. However this will not work as it's much too great a walk. After quite a long time of looking, perhaps even too much time, I figure that its best to get off at Talbert and then walk to the tram which takes me all the way down to Box Hill. Happy days.
Of course that plan now gets thrown out the window because I'm having lunch with the boys beforehand so I might as well try to get someone to give me a lift from somewhere. Ah and I worked so hard too...
Also the internet plainly refuses to work for any period of time from my room nowadays. It is pretty retarded.
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The rubbish feelings come in fits and bursts. And they are not without reason either. It's because I've spent so much time liking for someone for so long, I have no idea how to stop. The most painful thing is when I see that there already could be someone else for her. I might be stupid but I'm not blind. Or maybe it's the other way round.
However no point in moping about. All I can do is kick on and learn to not give a stuff. It's their life and not mine, it makes no sense that I should be beating myself up over what they do. Sounds a lot like I'm trying really hard to convince myself doesn't it?
I think I would definitely be in a much worse state if I hadn't had people to talk to over the past three or four weeks. Jackie has been an absolute life saver. I would be dead without her. It's a shame Tallon isn't here, I could have used him too. Stupid Tallon and running off to the adopted mothercountry. I feel that we're not extremely close, so close that I can tell him anything, but I still like to. He has this amazing perspective that you cannot get anywhere else.
Futsal has also been a great way to relieve myself. Playing once a week has been beyond fantastic. Apart from being able to disappear for an afternoon, life is just easier when you're surrounded by the people you can be yourself around. I don't have to pretend with them. I don't have to always be thinking about what I'll say next, changing the words so that it won't upset anyone.
Just on futsal last Friday, I'll share exactly why we should all love Jono La. He gifted to me a pair of keeping gloves. I've always kept without them because I can't be assed buying them (waste of money) and I'm too used to going barehands. But Jono graciously gave them to me as a present and you know what? I'm terrible at accepting presents. At first I was "Aahhh uhhh they're yours, keep them". Then he's like "Nah man, I'm giving them to you" and stuffs. My hesitancy/hesitation was due to the fact that he found them. I eventually did accept them, and it gets added to the list of reasons of why we love Jono La. I'll put up the whole list one day.
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I said on Wednesday night that it was on its deathbed, that it was only a matter of time. Just for now, we'll ignore whether it's the truth or not. I want to look at why I said it.
I know it's probably wrong, but I see this as a competition. Ok, it's definitely wrong. But without a doubt, I aim to win. Well, I aimed to win. I thought that if I got over it quicker, then I'd be declared the winner. The trouble is, it's a wee bit more complicated than that. I'll be the first to admit, I often tell myself things that are not true to try and make me believe them. Ever since Sunday, I've been telling myself it's for the best. That what was there is once now is, if not gone, then well on its way. I was successful into convincing myself, right up until I was asked about it. However saying otherwise would mean that I'm not winning. And at a time like this, it's one of the few things I could hold onto.
That covers why I said it, now is it true? To an extent. It's not on its deathbed. It is still well and truely alive and kicking. I get the feeling I'm not the only one either.
I guess when I was asked about it, it was one last chance. One more opportunity. But I didn't want it. I think I've reached the point where too much has happened for me to ever feel secure about it. Too many lows. Too much hurt. It sucks to say it, but this is the best path. Even if it doesn't feel like it right now. I can still wonder about how it could have been, and each time I do it'll be like a dagger through the heart [pardon the cliche]. The only good thing is I can stop hanging onto the hope. I figure once I let go, it'll all get much easier.
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You know what sucks about saying "sorry"? You can repeat it over, and over, and over again meaning it each and every time, but it still doesn't change what you may have done. I can apologise, I can laugh about it, I can move on. However I still acted like an absolute turd last night. It was a side of me that I don't ever want to have to see again. Even if it wasn't intentional and got a bit out of hand, no excuses. I was a jerk. Which means I am a jerk. All I can do is hide that person away until it eventually gives up and buggers off.
I don't really feel like saying much more than that. It was a fun night, but fun for all the wrong reasons.
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I finally have a reason to listen to:
As well as this. It feels nice that they serve a purpose.
Also Jack Donaghy unleashed some wisdom on me during a late-night 30 Rock viewing. When Liz asks if he's ok after, he replies:
"I have to be. What are my other options? Cry? Wallow? If I do that, Geiss and the beam wins. If I control my feelings, I win."
However clearly, I do not win. I am not winning.
Actually, the latest 30 Rock episode seems very apt.
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And there it is. If this was cricket, the equivalent would be... Timmy Ambrose. He started off with a bang, they stuck with him even if his performances didn't warrant it. Finally he's been dropped. I could perhaps pick an analogy slightly more appropriate but truth be told, I can't be assed.
So how does one cope with getting dropped? The easy answer is to say get right back on the horse. Sure, that's what we're meant to say. And it works in the long-term. But what about the short term? Undoubtedly it hurts. What to do with this hurt?
I've always been a big fan of the Nile. Don't run away from it, accept that shit, but don't let it hurt you. If you admit pain then you've lost the battle. Stoicism is the way to go! I try to be a stoic. I may not be particularly good at it. Apparently you're meant to hide both pleasure and pain. Goodness that sounds hard. I'll try harder though.
Ah I digress though. Wide range of emotions I felt today (that sentence may not be structured very well, I blame it on learning active/passive voice in indo last year). It's probably not true but I think I went through the Five Stages of Grief, all in a 10 hour period. On closer inspection though... No. I did not.
At first there was just... nothing. Nothing at all. Blank shock. That lasted for about 5 minutes, then I gained my wits. Relief washed over me after that. I was like that for a bit. Disappointment for a wee bit perhaps. Anger entered the picture, in fits and bursts. After that though, acceptance. Sad, depressing acceptance. There's not much more I can do. Or maybe not much more I want to do. Either way, that's the way the cookie crumbles.
Just on a random note that I wanted to mention in a previous point but completely forgot about because it doesn't link in with anything: I was talking to Jackie on the phone the other day about something. I genuinely cannot remember what it was about but underwear was involved. I said/mumbled something like "perhaps they can have an underwear-free day" (once again why, I do not know). And she replies "Yeah, I am wearing black underwear".
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Yep, it's starting to hurt right about now.
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I have discovered that getting a good night's sleep is very important. And I mean very important. Recently I have been struggling a bit. Instead of large, consecutive hours of sleep, I've been divvying it up into two-hour blocks. Take last night for example. Slept initially at 12. Woke at 1.30 to supposedly watch Blackburn v Liverpool. Unfortunately it was half an hour too early so I went back to sleep. Woke again at 3.20 and finally got up. Watched Blackburn lose (AGAIN) and then went back to sleep at about 4ish. Then woke up again at 8, fb'ed for an hour or so then slept again till 11. All in all, not good!
So tonight we'll change it. Down at 11 and not up till whenever. And when whenever comes, we'll go for a run. Healthy!
Oh and I also went past the Bill Ponsford of all posts without realising. My bad.
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I would like to be able sleep early, like a good boy does. I miss going to bed before 11. It beats the pants off staying up till 1. Why? Because I like the morning. The morning is my friend.
Futsal today was an absolute hoot. I think. Well it was ok. I played fairly decently. Still a lot of areas to improve on though. Namely spreading myself. I don't know how Tom Wang has gotten so good at it, but he has.
It's a funny thing goalkeeping. I love watching other people do it, and see what I can learn. However what tickles me most is the amount of protective gear and padding which is worn. If we look at Tom Wang, he wears shinnies, knee pads, thigh pads, elbow pads and the obligatory gloves. Jase is the same minus thigh pads, and perhaps shinnies, but he has the pants to cover the knees. Even Joe wears the knee or elbow pads I think. All with gloves of course.
And what do I wear? Absolutely nothing. All I need is my trusty box. Gives me all the protection I need and want. I don't want to over-complicate things. I also don't want to have to put on a very large amount of equipment each time I keep. It'll be just like padding up to bat, how troublesome. I don't even use gloves, partly because I don't have any and partly because I don't want any.
I may have failed to mention that of the lot (Twang, Jase and Joe), I am probably the worst keeper. In my defence though, those three have played A LOT more soccer/futsal than me.
Back to today, I was handed the opportunity to pick my own team. I decided to go for the non-traditional route of staying away from the MHS kids. So I picked (in order) Jack, Hau, Kelvin, Brian, Paul and Bosh(?). Brian and Kelvin bailed so it was just us five remaining. I like picking them because although they may not be the most skillful, they possess a certain chemistry. I knew Jack and Hau always play well together, and Paul looked pretty good warming up. I wasn't disappointed with him at all. Bosh was a tricky one though, it was more a pity pick than anything. He did ok. Nailed one scorcher. But apart from that, he did a stand-up job without setting the world on fire.
Also my knee really hurts. I would like to have it replaced. Someone hook us up.
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I haven't written anything in a long while. The last one, I'm guessing, was the one I wrote after finding out about Lily. After some digging, here! I love how I tagged it. I guess he won in the end.
There was another one I wrote a long time ago. It's going to take me a while to find it, but I thought it was really interesting. It wasn't inspired by anything, just something I thought of. Actually it was most likely a movie. Finally! After an hour of searching I find it. I didn't realise I had written it way back in 2005. Goodness.
There was going to be more to this post but I've decided to just read all my old posts again. I suggest you do the same.
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I like to think I'm a person of extremes. Very arely do I remain in the middle, I like to be on the edges of things. Or perhaps it is slightly more appropriate to call me a person of contradictions. Either way, I'm messed up just like everyone else is.
I am naive. Not many people see this, but it's true. Much of what I know about life is learned through movies and TV. Not the best way but it has given me some sort of platform from which to launch and then fall horribly.
However through this naivity, there lies this scepticism. I'm not a cynic, that is too strong a word. Even a sceptic is pretty strong. A realist? I don't quite remember where that lies on the scale though.
So here I am. All conflicted and whatnot. And what does this have to do with anything? Oh. Not much. Just thought I'd shed some light on the darkest depths of myself with absolultely no hidden agenda at all.
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I've talked about MSN nicknames before, and I'll mention them again. Some can get a chuckle. Some get frowns. However Duc's got an out and out crack up.
"GO AUD YOU PIECE OF SHIT"
And I totally agree with him. Work harder! Get us better bang for our buck in the months to come!
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I was lying in bed last night trying to sleep, with a small number of thoughts running through my head. And then came a sequence which delighted me to no end.
I had just sent Anna a birthday message and I was wondering what kind of present I could theoretically buy her (but perhaps didn't need to). And then that moved onto what kind of flowers she'd like. Then for some reason, what kind of flowers Jackie would like. Which reminded me of Valentine's Day. I can't remember if on Valentine's Day, it was guys giving to girls or girls giving to guys, or everyone giving to everyone. All I know is that in Japan (from all the dramas/anime I've watched), only one gives to the other. However I doubt that's done over here too. But yes, Valentine's Day. I asked myself when it was, just a momentary blank. February 14th.
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Feb 14th?!
I'm not in the country that day! Freaking sweet! That just made me really happy. It's hard to say why I'm so happy about that, I've just never been a big fan of the date. I remember this year it was spent going to Monash Caufield in the morning for stupid Melbourne High/Macrob talk crap, and then going on observation day for sales job for 9 hours without pay. That was lame. I don't remember last year, I think it was a school day.
But yes, bullet dodged next year!
I genuinely cannot wait till February. It is going to be so much goods. The main good thing is it's going to be an empty house. My brother would have cleared out for his Japan holiday, my mum leaves at the end of January and my dad is leaving my grandma at my aunty's place at the start of Feb. Which means it's 1 week (almost 9 days) of just me and my dad at home! And since he leaves for work at midday, I'll have the house to myself for about half the day! It is seriously so exciting. No doubt I'm going to have people over. Well hopefully. Nothing house destroying, just sitting at home watching movies perhaps. Oh ho ho how I look forward to February. Make it come quicker and I will love you, however not if it involves car accidents and a coma.
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