Darkschunt 
Wednesday, June 28, 2006
It's been freezing this week. Yesterday it was pouring and pouring, effectively stranding myself, Ricardo and the Gutter Philosopher at the Gutter Philosopher's house. We spent most of the day wrapped up on the sofa watching Ricardo play God of War, as we had been doing for the past two or three days. It was very exciting - like watching an animated action movie only we shout a lot more than when we actually watch a movie.
We also saw V for Vendetta last night! It was all right... and I saw Tokyo Drift with Sheryl over the weekend...okay, that's enough groans from you all right now. *grins*
It was a weekend of cooking... P and F left to Sweden this Sunday so we farewelled them with brownies *ahem* on Friday night while GP had a barbeque on his brand new black bbq grill that he's so proud of on Saturday. It was all very yummy and spacey :)
And the Duchess has left to KL after a final night of us (the Duchess, me and the Lost Smoker) playing pranks on Mystery Wolf and Pill that involved yellow rope, Vaseline and locked doors. Lol.
Speaking of which, all kinds of exciting things have been happening to the Lost Smoker which he's been annoyed that I haven't gotten around to putting up on my blog(hehe). A couple of weeks ago, he had an epilepsy fit in his flat which sizzled the wires in his brain, sent him walking around like a lost maniac and jumping a wall (which caused him to fracture his foot or something) before his brain snapped together again and he found himself at the campus library. It was all very exciting and he now has a cast on his leg, which sadly is not signable. So now we have to break the other leg and make sure he gets a proper cast that can be signed with all kinds of pretty pink permanent markers *grins* The poor soul is now stuck at home with his cast for a month ("oh, it'll come off in a week, I'll be up in no time at all," he said at first) and you can always tell when he's coming because he'll be on crutches that make a lot of noise and causes him to slip all over the supermarket and become a complete annoyance when he pokes at all of us with his crutches. But it's fun to push him a little and watch him almost trip hehe. Oh well, get well soon, LS!
Now it's time for dinner so farewell!
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We also saw V for Vendetta last night! It was all right... and I saw Tokyo Drift with Sheryl over the weekend...okay, that's enough groans from you all right now. *grins*
It was a weekend of cooking... P and F left to Sweden this Sunday so we farewelled them with brownies *ahem* on Friday night while GP had a barbeque on his brand new black bbq grill that he's so proud of on Saturday. It was all very yummy and spacey :)
And the Duchess has left to KL after a final night of us (the Duchess, me and the Lost Smoker) playing pranks on Mystery Wolf and Pill that involved yellow rope, Vaseline and locked doors. Lol.
Speaking of which, all kinds of exciting things have been happening to the Lost Smoker which he's been annoyed that I haven't gotten around to putting up on my blog(hehe). A couple of weeks ago, he had an epilepsy fit in his flat which sizzled the wires in his brain, sent him walking around like a lost maniac and jumping a wall (which caused him to fracture his foot or something) before his brain snapped together again and he found himself at the campus library. It was all very exciting and he now has a cast on his leg, which sadly is not signable. So now we have to break the other leg and make sure he gets a proper cast that can be signed with all kinds of pretty pink permanent markers *grins* The poor soul is now stuck at home with his cast for a month ("oh, it'll come off in a week, I'll be up in no time at all," he said at first) and you can always tell when he's coming because he'll be on crutches that make a lot of noise and causes him to slip all over the supermarket and become a complete annoyance when he pokes at all of us with his crutches. But it's fun to push him a little and watch him almost trip hehe. Oh well, get well soon, LS!
Now it's time for dinner so farewell!
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Tuesday, June 20, 2006
Hair, hair, hair
Today was another busy day running all across campus and the city! But I managed to get home before the sun sets *whew*, which is a lucky thing especially after the flyers that have been circulating campus about the poor girl who was at the campus bus stop late one night, was forced into a car by a guy and driven away and assaulted before she was released.
"Assaulted?" said Aik when he saw the flyer. "That's really ambiguous! What do they mean by that? Was she raped or molested or beaten up?"
No one knows! But we'll believe that it's not in our best interests to find out firsthand. So we will all stay indoors when the dark comes! And I'm reaching for my trusty penknife to carry around in my bag again.
I got my hair trimmed today! Like all my other cuts, everyone's probably going to say there's no difference. But I see the difference - no more split ends! My poor hair has been completely destroyed by all the blowdrying I've inflicted on it lately - not wanting to walk around with waist-length wet hair in winter has driven me to be one of those terrible people who practically microwave their hair every morning. The hairdresser lectured me severely as she snipped at the ends today: "You have such beautiful long hair! You need to take better care of it! It doesn't take much, you know!" Then she gave me a well-practised speech promoting the hair salon's products. Like usual, I, ever-gullible, got excited and agreed to buy all their products. Well, it's not as bad as it sounds: I had been planning to buy a leave-in moisturiser for my hair, which will definitely be much needed if my prediction that I'm going to be blowdrying my hair practically everyday for the rest of the winter does come true, which it probably would. And I get three products, which will last me ages apparently, for eleven bucks each, so that's a pretty good price, if I do say so myself. I also got a shampoo (which would be used after my current Dove shampoo runs out) and a conditioner. The hairdresser berated me about using Garnier conditioner: "It's not good enough for your hair! You need to get a better conditioner! Something stronger and more professional!" Result: I left the salon with beautiful new trimmed hair and a bottle of shampoo, conditioner, and moisturiser. The moisturiser (which the hairdresser used on me before I left) is already working wonders, my hair feels a ton healthy and is thanking me and sending roses to my hairdresser for making me buy all these things. That's a good omen of what the conditioner and shampoo will hold for me. Healthy hair, here I come!
Likewise, I've got an appointment with a colorist this Thursday. My roots have grown out several inches, so not good. One of these days I'm going to stop spending so much money dying my poor hair and go back to black. Or do braids. Now that'll be awesome. :)
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Today was another busy day running all across campus and the city! But I managed to get home before the sun sets *whew*, which is a lucky thing especially after the flyers that have been circulating campus about the poor girl who was at the campus bus stop late one night, was forced into a car by a guy and driven away and assaulted before she was released.
"Assaulted?" said Aik when he saw the flyer. "That's really ambiguous! What do they mean by that? Was she raped or molested or beaten up?"
No one knows! But we'll believe that it's not in our best interests to find out firsthand. So we will all stay indoors when the dark comes! And I'm reaching for my trusty penknife to carry around in my bag again.
I got my hair trimmed today! Like all my other cuts, everyone's probably going to say there's no difference. But I see the difference - no more split ends! My poor hair has been completely destroyed by all the blowdrying I've inflicted on it lately - not wanting to walk around with waist-length wet hair in winter has driven me to be one of those terrible people who practically microwave their hair every morning. The hairdresser lectured me severely as she snipped at the ends today: "You have such beautiful long hair! You need to take better care of it! It doesn't take much, you know!" Then she gave me a well-practised speech promoting the hair salon's products. Like usual, I, ever-gullible, got excited and agreed to buy all their products. Well, it's not as bad as it sounds: I had been planning to buy a leave-in moisturiser for my hair, which will definitely be much needed if my prediction that I'm going to be blowdrying my hair practically everyday for the rest of the winter does come true, which it probably would. And I get three products, which will last me ages apparently, for eleven bucks each, so that's a pretty good price, if I do say so myself. I also got a shampoo (which would be used after my current Dove shampoo runs out) and a conditioner. The hairdresser berated me about using Garnier conditioner: "It's not good enough for your hair! You need to get a better conditioner! Something stronger and more professional!" Result: I left the salon with beautiful new trimmed hair and a bottle of shampoo, conditioner, and moisturiser. The moisturiser (which the hairdresser used on me before I left) is already working wonders, my hair feels a ton healthy and is thanking me and sending roses to my hairdresser for making me buy all these things. That's a good omen of what the conditioner and shampoo will hold for me. Healthy hair, here I come!
Likewise, I've got an appointment with a colorist this Thursday. My roots have grown out several inches, so not good. One of these days I'm going to stop spending so much money dying my poor hair and go back to black. Or do braids. Now that'll be awesome. :)
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Monday, June 19, 2006
Hey, hey, hey.
Like I said on my last entry, I've been running around on errands and the like. Also, a lot of shopping. There's a city-wide sale going on right now!!! Portmans is selling stuff for twenty bucks or less, which is a hell of a lot cheaper than their usual prices! I'm losing weight just running from shop to shop, mall to mall, bus stop to bus stop. My wallet has also lost a lot of weight.
I have also lost a LOT of blood. Because I have three piercings, the health experts have deemed that I must have a blood test. This is the second time my blood will be taken from me (the first was to determine if I had chicken pox earlier this year, when good old Aik contracted the damn virus and very nearly spread it to me, subsequently forcing me to obtain vaccines which are very expensive and not covered by my health insurance). In the Malaysian national anthem, there's one line that, when roughly translated, goes "The land my blood spills on". Australia has seen way more of my blood than Malaysia ever has, what with all these blood tests and the constant scraping of myself against the cave walls that pass for proper walls in my flat.
It was exciting, though (the blood test). This time, I actually watched as the nurse stuck the needle into my vein and the thick crimson liquid filled up in the needle. I was most fascinated. Drawing blood, I find, hurts much less than injecting things into yourself. I was also summoned into the doctor's for a proper health examination, which was more like doing calisthenics. You know those gentle warm-up exercises that you're forced to do in high school gym classes? Roll your head, roll your eyes in every which way, lift your arms, lift your legs one by one, bend and touch your toes? That was what my health examination basically consisted of. And it's tough in its own way - try bending over and touching your toes while keeping your robe - a white flimsy thing that the clinic has forced on you which only has ties at the back - from exposing your butt. Hrmphh.
I also had X-rays taken! From what the doctor says, all seems to be in good health. Whew! I wish they would let me see the X-rays, but they were sealed in a big red and white folder which I had to cart around the city with me, appearing to all and sundry as if I was some seriously ill chica who had escaped from the hospital to go shopping. They didn't even offer to let me take a peak. Hmph again.
Also went to Hillarys (yup, that's how it's spelled, with no apostrophe before the s) Harbor for seafood with the Duchess and a couple of other peeps, including this one cool chica who has a really nice house that's filled with every cow motif imaginable. We then went to Subi, to the Llama Bar and Sapphire. It's been ages since I've been to Subi! Sapphire wasn't much, but I appreciated it for the warmth (I was freezing in my dress and heels). Llama Bar was pretty nice, though. Subi is fun for people-watching, eyeing hot guys, and hanging around, just listening to the music and chilling out and having a few drinks, but if you really want to get down and dance, it's probably better to go to NB for that, however sleazy NB is. Anyway, there are a couple of sleazes hanging out in Subi as well too, so that makes no difference! But it was a nice change from the usual.
I've also made use of the campus library by attacking their fiction shelves. Every semester, I ignore the library completely (except for necessary research books) until the end of the sem when I actually hunt through their shelves and realize they have some really great books and wonder, why didn't I check out these books earlier? They have some awesome books there minus the horrific prices that all book stores usually charge these days. I got Of Love and Shadows by Isabel Allende, Living to Tell the Tale by Gabriel Garcia Marquez and The Blind Assassin by Margaret Atwood. I've been dying to read The Blind Assassin for ages and now this is my chance! I've finished Of Love and Shadows now, and am on page 64 of The Blind Assassin right now.
Speaking of books and all things cultural (ho, ho, ho) and entertainment, the Duchess and I also decided to indulge in movies last week. We saw the Break-Up, which was like sitting through therapy for Jennifer Aniston after her own breakup with Brad Pitt. You know how singers like Justin Timberlake and Eamon churned out songs like "Cry Me a River" and "(Fuck It) I Don't Want You Back" after they've had break-ups? Well, this was the movie/actor equivalent of Cry Me a River. And Vince Vaughn co-wrote the story, so it was kind of like his gift to Jennifer Aniston, like it was written with her and her recent break-up in mind. Now, as we all know, Jennifer Aniston and Vince Vaughn are said to be dating. So...put two and two together. But I did like the movie, even though it was Jennifer Aniston therapy. It was a pretty nice movie, though it's not the romantic comedy that the trailers made it out to be.
We also saw X-Men 3. Now that was a pretty good movie! I loved Jean Grey's hair and clothes there - and I bet any Goth chica who saw the movie would too. I didn't like so much the fact that so many people died/lost their powers. Oops, spoiler! Hehehe. But hey it ended in such a way that there'd be room for an XM4 - even though the director did say he didn't think there would be one. So, you never know. Mutants could be resurrected. Their powers can be restored. Rouge might actually regain the strong personality she displayed in the first X-Men movie instead of being such a wuss as she was in the XM3. They might finally decide to put Gambit (yummy!) in the movie too, which would delight any chica.
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Like I said on my last entry, I've been running around on errands and the like. Also, a lot of shopping. There's a city-wide sale going on right now!!! Portmans is selling stuff for twenty bucks or less, which is a hell of a lot cheaper than their usual prices! I'm losing weight just running from shop to shop, mall to mall, bus stop to bus stop. My wallet has also lost a lot of weight.
I have also lost a LOT of blood. Because I have three piercings, the health experts have deemed that I must have a blood test. This is the second time my blood will be taken from me (the first was to determine if I had chicken pox earlier this year, when good old Aik contracted the damn virus and very nearly spread it to me, subsequently forcing me to obtain vaccines which are very expensive and not covered by my health insurance). In the Malaysian national anthem, there's one line that, when roughly translated, goes "The land my blood spills on". Australia has seen way more of my blood than Malaysia ever has, what with all these blood tests and the constant scraping of myself against the cave walls that pass for proper walls in my flat.
It was exciting, though (the blood test). This time, I actually watched as the nurse stuck the needle into my vein and the thick crimson liquid filled up in the needle. I was most fascinated. Drawing blood, I find, hurts much less than injecting things into yourself. I was also summoned into the doctor's for a proper health examination, which was more like doing calisthenics. You know those gentle warm-up exercises that you're forced to do in high school gym classes? Roll your head, roll your eyes in every which way, lift your arms, lift your legs one by one, bend and touch your toes? That was what my health examination basically consisted of. And it's tough in its own way - try bending over and touching your toes while keeping your robe - a white flimsy thing that the clinic has forced on you which only has ties at the back - from exposing your butt. Hrmphh.
I also had X-rays taken! From what the doctor says, all seems to be in good health. Whew! I wish they would let me see the X-rays, but they were sealed in a big red and white folder which I had to cart around the city with me, appearing to all and sundry as if I was some seriously ill chica who had escaped from the hospital to go shopping. They didn't even offer to let me take a peak. Hmph again.
Also went to Hillarys (yup, that's how it's spelled, with no apostrophe before the s) Harbor for seafood with the Duchess and a couple of other peeps, including this one cool chica who has a really nice house that's filled with every cow motif imaginable. We then went to Subi, to the Llama Bar and Sapphire. It's been ages since I've been to Subi! Sapphire wasn't much, but I appreciated it for the warmth (I was freezing in my dress and heels). Llama Bar was pretty nice, though. Subi is fun for people-watching, eyeing hot guys, and hanging around, just listening to the music and chilling out and having a few drinks, but if you really want to get down and dance, it's probably better to go to NB for that, however sleazy NB is. Anyway, there are a couple of sleazes hanging out in Subi as well too, so that makes no difference! But it was a nice change from the usual.
I've also made use of the campus library by attacking their fiction shelves. Every semester, I ignore the library completely (except for necessary research books) until the end of the sem when I actually hunt through their shelves and realize they have some really great books and wonder, why didn't I check out these books earlier? They have some awesome books there minus the horrific prices that all book stores usually charge these days. I got Of Love and Shadows by Isabel Allende, Living to Tell the Tale by Gabriel Garcia Marquez and The Blind Assassin by Margaret Atwood. I've been dying to read The Blind Assassin for ages and now this is my chance! I've finished Of Love and Shadows now, and am on page 64 of The Blind Assassin right now.
Speaking of books and all things cultural (ho, ho, ho) and entertainment, the Duchess and I also decided to indulge in movies last week. We saw the Break-Up, which was like sitting through therapy for Jennifer Aniston after her own breakup with Brad Pitt. You know how singers like Justin Timberlake and Eamon churned out songs like "Cry Me a River" and "(Fuck It) I Don't Want You Back" after they've had break-ups? Well, this was the movie/actor equivalent of Cry Me a River. And Vince Vaughn co-wrote the story, so it was kind of like his gift to Jennifer Aniston, like it was written with her and her recent break-up in mind. Now, as we all know, Jennifer Aniston and Vince Vaughn are said to be dating. So...put two and two together. But I did like the movie, even though it was Jennifer Aniston therapy. It was a pretty nice movie, though it's not the romantic comedy that the trailers made it out to be.
We also saw X-Men 3. Now that was a pretty good movie! I loved Jean Grey's hair and clothes there - and I bet any Goth chica who saw the movie would too. I didn't like so much the fact that so many people died/lost their powers. Oops, spoiler! Hehehe. But hey it ended in such a way that there'd be room for an XM4 - even though the director did say he didn't think there would be one. So, you never know. Mutants could be resurrected. Their powers can be restored. Rouge might actually regain the strong personality she displayed in the first X-Men movie instead of being such a wuss as she was in the XM3. They might finally decide to put Gambit (yummy!) in the movie too, which would delight any chica.
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Monday, June 12, 2006
Morning all!
Am waking up early to get errands done today and head to uni and the city with the Duchess...
So right now I'm just enjoying the early morning sunshine and checking the news online over yummy toast and a cup of hot Milo...ah...convenience...
It says in the news that detainees in Guantanamo Bay may kill themselves because of the depression caused by the isolation. Three guys have already killed themselves and the Australian guy, David Hicks, his lawyer's worried for him, thinks he may off himself because of the isolation too.
Well, the three guys who killed themselves were all Middle Easterns so you never know...they may have hopped the twig because they were Middle Easterns stuck in a camp run by piss-mad, hell-abusive, baton-twirling Americans who might fancy themselves the next Abu Ghraib.
On the other hand, it's true that isolation is really a tough thing and triggers depression really well.
But then, better the isolation or the daily contact of a bunch of roughhouse prisoners who are looking forward to raping your ass and calling you Shirley as they push your face into the mud?
You decide...
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Am waking up early to get errands done today and head to uni and the city with the Duchess...
So right now I'm just enjoying the early morning sunshine and checking the news online over yummy toast and a cup of hot Milo...ah...convenience...
It says in the news that detainees in Guantanamo Bay may kill themselves because of the depression caused by the isolation. Three guys have already killed themselves and the Australian guy, David Hicks, his lawyer's worried for him, thinks he may off himself because of the isolation too.
Well, the three guys who killed themselves were all Middle Easterns so you never know...they may have hopped the twig because they were Middle Easterns stuck in a camp run by piss-mad, hell-abusive, baton-twirling Americans who might fancy themselves the next Abu Ghraib.
On the other hand, it's true that isolation is really a tough thing and triggers depression really well.
But then, better the isolation or the daily contact of a bunch of roughhouse prisoners who are looking forward to raping your ass and calling you Shirley as they push your face into the mud?
You decide...
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Isn't it amazing how everyone is progressing in their lives and getting jobs and actually becoming Real Life Adults and all? I'm just so overwhelmed and excited by the fact that, once again, we are all at the crossroads of our lives. Last time it was us trying to figure out which college to apply for, what course to take. Then, it was some of us moving overseas to study, and some of us getting jobs and some of us deciding what course to take after foundation year. And now, most of us are getting jobs or already working in jobs and doing Real Life Adult stuff!
I was just talking to Bundles just now (I miss ya so much, gurl!) and she was telling me about how she's getting her very own car! Like, paying for it and taking out a loan and everything all by herself! And I was just thinking about it...about how we're actually doing all the things we've always talked about and dreamt of in high school and college. Bundles is buying her very own car, Potatoes is of course one step ahead of us and has already bought her own apartment and is just only waiting for it to be built so that she can move in with Bobby and Carrots and furnish it just the way she likes and everything, CircleySquare is working in Channel V, the Duchess has a job and an apartment all ready and waiting for her (along with boyfriend, dear Porn Star) in KL, which also signifies quite a brand new start for her since KL isn't her home country and all, the the Lost Smoker is working on all those music projects of his, Mystery Wolf has graduated as well, Refugee is still working along on his band and his job and getting that new CD of his out, the Dancing Queen is graduating too, and getting her PR and settling into her new job and new home here, Backstabbed is, um, well I'm not sure what he is doing but I assume he is getting or has gotten a job or taking care of those kindergarden children! Constantly is getting a job and standing up for herself to her boyfriend and his family (you go, gurl!), BananaGal is lounging around at her cushy office job ;), the hunnypox is still flying the skies, MandyKelly is gaining new opportunities for herself as well, not to mention making and selling yummy pineapple tarts! SweetRhapsody has a great boyfriend and an awesome job, the Ninja Crisis is with her boyfriend in Brisbane, the Curly Pumpkin and CC have gotten jobs as well, Tom Thumb Hairdryer has finished, or is almost finishing, his thesis, and various other people are going to London, America, South America, etc., and I'm trying to get a PR, a new home to rent, a job and a book published (oh, dream of all dreams)!
We're all at that one major crossroads in our lives, where we are starting to do Real Life Adult Stuff and, you know, the part that comes after our studies are over, and we have to really look out for ourselves now. This is it, the real part of living life, where there are no more safety straps, no more seat belts, no more mum and dad holding onto you to make sure you don't fall over. This is where we experience real problems, the question of living, how to live, how do we want to live? The real money problems, the real question of what kind of job do we want and whether we can get it, of experiencing life. Some of us already know what we want and are grabbing it with one hand, the rest of us are still testing the waters, trying everything and seeing what we can do. Whatever it is we're doing, it's something that will really, truly allow us to be ourselves or, at least, take us another step down that path which would lead us to finding out what we want and what we can become. It's exciting, wonderful and scary.
Please wish us all the best of luck! Hugz!
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I was just talking to Bundles just now (I miss ya so much, gurl!) and she was telling me about how she's getting her very own car! Like, paying for it and taking out a loan and everything all by herself! And I was just thinking about it...about how we're actually doing all the things we've always talked about and dreamt of in high school and college. Bundles is buying her very own car, Potatoes is of course one step ahead of us and has already bought her own apartment and is just only waiting for it to be built so that she can move in with Bobby and Carrots and furnish it just the way she likes and everything, CircleySquare is working in Channel V, the Duchess has a job and an apartment all ready and waiting for her (along with boyfriend, dear Porn Star) in KL, which also signifies quite a brand new start for her since KL isn't her home country and all, the the Lost Smoker is working on all those music projects of his, Mystery Wolf has graduated as well, Refugee is still working along on his band and his job and getting that new CD of his out, the Dancing Queen is graduating too, and getting her PR and settling into her new job and new home here, Backstabbed is, um, well I'm not sure what he is doing but I assume he is getting or has gotten a job or taking care of those kindergarden children! Constantly is getting a job and standing up for herself to her boyfriend and his family (you go, gurl!), BananaGal is lounging around at her cushy office job ;), the hunnypox is still flying the skies, MandyKelly is gaining new opportunities for herself as well, not to mention making and selling yummy pineapple tarts! SweetRhapsody has a great boyfriend and an awesome job, the Ninja Crisis is with her boyfriend in Brisbane, the Curly Pumpkin and CC have gotten jobs as well, Tom Thumb Hairdryer has finished, or is almost finishing, his thesis, and various other people are going to London, America, South America, etc., and I'm trying to get a PR, a new home to rent, a job and a book published (oh, dream of all dreams)!
We're all at that one major crossroads in our lives, where we are starting to do Real Life Adult Stuff and, you know, the part that comes after our studies are over, and we have to really look out for ourselves now. This is it, the real part of living life, where there are no more safety straps, no more seat belts, no more mum and dad holding onto you to make sure you don't fall over. This is where we experience real problems, the question of living, how to live, how do we want to live? The real money problems, the real question of what kind of job do we want and whether we can get it, of experiencing life. Some of us already know what we want and are grabbing it with one hand, the rest of us are still testing the waters, trying everything and seeing what we can do. Whatever it is we're doing, it's something that will really, truly allow us to be ourselves or, at least, take us another step down that path which would lead us to finding out what we want and what we can become. It's exciting, wonderful and scary.
Please wish us all the best of luck! Hugz!
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Saturday, June 10, 2006
Oh, and friends, guess what has happened! Something which I am so excited about. A literary agency is considering my novel for representation! I am thrilled to bits. Well, they are only reading a few chapters now and will get back to me in about eight to ten weeks to tell me if they like it or if they want to stomp it into the dust until it tears to many pieces with their feet, but I still find it very exciting. After all, I am only a NOVICE. Still, it's awesome because they have actually answered my query letter and agreed to let me submit something to them. Let's all cross our fingers and hope for the best!
In the meanwhile, if you want to, do go to Darkschunt (enter the portal on the right) and read a few chapters of the fiction I've put up there many centuries ago. It's been a long while since I've updated anything and I just noticed a few spelling and grammar mistakes around which I really should get around to fixing (hey, this one was just a for-pleasure thing, unlike my novel which I promise I have spent hours and days and weeks proofreading) but it's a fun read (I hope) so do go check it out!
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In the meanwhile, if you want to, do go to Darkschunt (enter the portal on the right) and read a few chapters of the fiction I've put up there many centuries ago. It's been a long while since I've updated anything and I just noticed a few spelling and grammar mistakes around which I really should get around to fixing (hey, this one was just a for-pleasure thing, unlike my novel which I promise I have spent hours and days and weeks proofreading) but it's a fun read (I hope) so do go check it out!
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When I am on the computer at home, I noticed with much annoyance that the pictures on all my blogs and websites never come up. They become irritating squares of white or squares of black with a small white box with a red x in the middle at the upper left-hand corner. But when I check it on, say, the Duchess's or the Lost Smoker's computers or the pcs at uni, they come out perfectly fine. Why are my pictures not loading for me? Is anyone else having this problem with pictures on my website? Well, let's hope you're not because I have absolutely no idea how to fix this problem. Blast html. Blast.
Well, anyway, at least I have finally recalled my tagboard password and have deleted those annoying spammers from my tagboard. Hooray! I spit on thee, blasted spammers!
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Well, anyway, at least I have finally recalled my tagboard password and have deleted those annoying spammers from my tagboard. Hooray! I spit on thee, blasted spammers!
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Ah, the Life of Convenience.
Last night was spent at analakshmi's, this Indian restaurant where you just pay whatever you want for a buffet of, you guess it, Indian food. It's vegetarian and it's pretty good - the Duchess and I and Amr and Amr's friend and a whole bunch of DESI boys (plus one very pretty DESI girl) who just seem to resemble every other DESI boy I know (I swear, DESI must be turning out clones everywhere, their mannerisms and hairstyles and clothes are sooo similar, I feel like I already know everything about them) just stuffed ourselves with dal and rice and shredded cabbage and potatoes and lots of other spicy vegetables. As usual, with winter here, everyone is eating as if they are bears planning to hibernate. I myself have been buying waaay too much food from Coles.
I have bought - get this! Milo! Lovely, yummy Milo that comes in convenient little packets that you just empty into a cup of Microwaved hot milk. I could have saved a dollar eighty and bought a small tin and just count out four or five heaping spoonfuls of Milo powder into each cup but nooo. I must have these wonderful novelty packets that promise to make life a hairbreadth easier and more convenient for me. Yummy, lovely Milo. Needs more condensed milk, though, which, luckily I have bought! Again, this is condensed milk in a tube, looking like a tube of canvas oil pant and promising to be more convenient than ordinary condensed milk in a tin. Only...now I have just noticed a tube of condensed milk in the fridge as well and wondered, is that mine? Was that the old tube of condensed milk which I bought months ago and never used again and thought I had probably gave to the Duchess who is a lover of condensed milk in a tube? Or is that just one of my flatmate's condensed milk? One of my many flatmates who keeps tons of plastic containers filled with leftover rice and pasta in the fridge, to be warmed up at any time for their convenience? Or one of my many other flatmates (or possible the very same one) who keeps packs of KFC and KFC chips in our fridge for eons and eons, also to be warmed up at any time for their convenience? There is too much convenience going on around here for my liking. We should all be sent back to the old days, back out to the country where we will be made to plant, grow, harvest, wash and cook our own cabbages and carrots, where we will be made to look after our own cows and chickens and goats before fattening them up and slaying them for a good meal of meat. Ah, it's good to be in the country.
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Last night was spent at analakshmi's, this Indian restaurant where you just pay whatever you want for a buffet of, you guess it, Indian food. It's vegetarian and it's pretty good - the Duchess and I and Amr and Amr's friend and a whole bunch of DESI boys (plus one very pretty DESI girl) who just seem to resemble every other DESI boy I know (I swear, DESI must be turning out clones everywhere, their mannerisms and hairstyles and clothes are sooo similar, I feel like I already know everything about them) just stuffed ourselves with dal and rice and shredded cabbage and potatoes and lots of other spicy vegetables. As usual, with winter here, everyone is eating as if they are bears planning to hibernate. I myself have been buying waaay too much food from Coles.
I have bought - get this! Milo! Lovely, yummy Milo that comes in convenient little packets that you just empty into a cup of Microwaved hot milk. I could have saved a dollar eighty and bought a small tin and just count out four or five heaping spoonfuls of Milo powder into each cup but nooo. I must have these wonderful novelty packets that promise to make life a hairbreadth easier and more convenient for me. Yummy, lovely Milo. Needs more condensed milk, though, which, luckily I have bought! Again, this is condensed milk in a tube, looking like a tube of canvas oil pant and promising to be more convenient than ordinary condensed milk in a tin. Only...now I have just noticed a tube of condensed milk in the fridge as well and wondered, is that mine? Was that the old tube of condensed milk which I bought months ago and never used again and thought I had probably gave to the Duchess who is a lover of condensed milk in a tube? Or is that just one of my flatmate's condensed milk? One of my many flatmates who keeps tons of plastic containers filled with leftover rice and pasta in the fridge, to be warmed up at any time for their convenience? Or one of my many other flatmates (or possible the very same one) who keeps packs of KFC and KFC chips in our fridge for eons and eons, also to be warmed up at any time for their convenience? There is too much convenience going on around here for my liking. We should all be sent back to the old days, back out to the country where we will be made to plant, grow, harvest, wash and cook our own cabbages and carrots, where we will be made to look after our own cows and chickens and goats before fattening them up and slaying them for a good meal of meat. Ah, it's good to be in the country.
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I've just checked my Friendster page (the first time in months) and felt an overwhelming rush of guilt come over me at the number of messages I've left unread and unanswered for countless months. I'm so bad at answering my messages and checking Friendster and all this! Everybody I know has new pictures of themselves preening into the camera lenses and countless blog updates and testimonials and whatever...I should do my best to update my page too...hahaha...
So, anyway, the big news now is that I have...GRADUATED!!! Yes, I have!!! That's the end of my entire life of education...well, not really, as they say life is a continuous path of learning experiences, though that does sound terribly cliche, innit? Anyway, that's the end of my life of educational institutes. From kindergarden to primary school to high school to college to university, I can hardly believe it - I. Have. Truly. Acheived. It.
Congratulations me, I've accomplished the one of the basic major achievements which is highly regarded by our modern society. A degree!
It's kind of like having a bar mitzvah or being a debutante or one of those coming of age birthdays, isn't it? But it feels pretty unreal to me. Like, I don't really feel like I think I should when I graduate. I still keep thinking I'm going to have to go to class next semester again.
I did feel something on Friday last week when I finally printed out and handed in my very last assignment, my very last essay ever. When I handed it in to Les, my tutor and internship boss, and we stood there chatting about what was coming next for me, I really did feel a wave of sadness come over me. This was it, the very last! And when I said goodbye to Les and left the radio newsroom and walked back to the journalism newsroom, I felt even sadder. I didn't want to graduate! I want to keep on being a student! Life's such a blast in university.
Then, after that, I headed to the Sparrow restaurant in NB with a bunch of the people from the journalism print production class. Half of us were graduating as well, and it was so sad but it was fun too. We really got to know each other only over the boozy lunch - and I think a lot of people were really surprised when I was yakking my mouth off because I hardly ever spoke much in the newsroom, I was always concentrating so hard on the work. But it was fun, we got to know a lot about each other that we never really found out during all those weeks we spent together!
After lunch, we headed over to the Brisbane Hotel bar (again! I seem to keep coming back to this place now!) and we drank loads; our lecturers were drinking loads too and were really funny and they were all so nice, offering us lots of support in whatever we did next and encouragement. And then I found out Nick, the British guy, had seen the Smashing Pumpkins life before and I was totally jealous of him.
Later, me, Jonathan, Lily, Adam and Jessica took off to Lily's friend's house. It's a cute place, with a windchime and a big cat and looked a little bit like a cute witch's house! She had turntables too, which were awesome, I played around with them a bit but I didn't really know what to do, I was probably pretty crap, hehe. We hung around, drinking a bottle of wine and exchanging the funniest, grossest stories before heading to another restaurant for dinner (John made me have vegetarian with him, which turned out pretty well actually, for a carnivore like myself!). Then, Sheryl called and asked me to go clubbing with her. We dropped Jess off (Adam had already staggered drunkenly off home, let's hope he made it!) and Lily took me and Jon to meet her boyfriend before dropping us off.
I was pretty much exhausted but that didn't stop me from putting my dancing shoes on and heading out with the Filipino girls! ;) Meet some nice people that night...and this guy who has declared that his old dance club at another college was the greatest accomplishment in his life, hehe, he was a fun guy.
Yup, that was pretty much my graduation ceremony - until the real one next year with fireworks! Both the Duchess and I are postponing our ceremonies so we get fireworks! That's what we want! Fireworks!
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So, anyway, the big news now is that I have...GRADUATED!!! Yes, I have!!! That's the end of my entire life of education...well, not really, as they say life is a continuous path of learning experiences, though that does sound terribly cliche, innit? Anyway, that's the end of my life of educational institutes. From kindergarden to primary school to high school to college to university, I can hardly believe it - I. Have. Truly. Acheived. It.
Congratulations me, I've accomplished the one of the basic major achievements which is highly regarded by our modern society. A degree!
It's kind of like having a bar mitzvah or being a debutante or one of those coming of age birthdays, isn't it? But it feels pretty unreal to me. Like, I don't really feel like I think I should when I graduate. I still keep thinking I'm going to have to go to class next semester again.
I did feel something on Friday last week when I finally printed out and handed in my very last assignment, my very last essay ever. When I handed it in to Les, my tutor and internship boss, and we stood there chatting about what was coming next for me, I really did feel a wave of sadness come over me. This was it, the very last! And when I said goodbye to Les and left the radio newsroom and walked back to the journalism newsroom, I felt even sadder. I didn't want to graduate! I want to keep on being a student! Life's such a blast in university.
Then, after that, I headed to the Sparrow restaurant in NB with a bunch of the people from the journalism print production class. Half of us were graduating as well, and it was so sad but it was fun too. We really got to know each other only over the boozy lunch - and I think a lot of people were really surprised when I was yakking my mouth off because I hardly ever spoke much in the newsroom, I was always concentrating so hard on the work. But it was fun, we got to know a lot about each other that we never really found out during all those weeks we spent together!
After lunch, we headed over to the Brisbane Hotel bar (again! I seem to keep coming back to this place now!) and we drank loads; our lecturers were drinking loads too and were really funny and they were all so nice, offering us lots of support in whatever we did next and encouragement. And then I found out Nick, the British guy, had seen the Smashing Pumpkins life before and I was totally jealous of him.
Later, me, Jonathan, Lily, Adam and Jessica took off to Lily's friend's house. It's a cute place, with a windchime and a big cat and looked a little bit like a cute witch's house! She had turntables too, which were awesome, I played around with them a bit but I didn't really know what to do, I was probably pretty crap, hehe. We hung around, drinking a bottle of wine and exchanging the funniest, grossest stories before heading to another restaurant for dinner (John made me have vegetarian with him, which turned out pretty well actually, for a carnivore like myself!). Then, Sheryl called and asked me to go clubbing with her. We dropped Jess off (Adam had already staggered drunkenly off home, let's hope he made it!) and Lily took me and Jon to meet her boyfriend before dropping us off.
I was pretty much exhausted but that didn't stop me from putting my dancing shoes on and heading out with the Filipino girls! ;) Meet some nice people that night...and this guy who has declared that his old dance club at another college was the greatest accomplishment in his life, hehe, he was a fun guy.
Yup, that was pretty much my graduation ceremony - until the real one next year with fireworks! Both the Duchess and I are postponing our ceremonies so we get fireworks! That's what we want! Fireworks!
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Thursday, June 08, 2006
The Ministry of Sound was fantastic. We spent most of our time in Old Berlin, this big warehouse with graffiti all over the exterior walls that we have always walked by plenty of times but had never wondered before what it was. The doors were wide open most of the time and it was freezing cold so most of my time was spent on this absolutely lovely and most comfortable white sofa with a bunch of other people, chilling out and listening to the music and making conversation with a bunch of other strangers who were also enjoying the comfy sofa. The same crowd of people kept coming back to the sofa - we all loved it! I wanted to take it home by the end of the night. The Duchess spent most of her time racing about and coming to vist moi on my sofa every now and then. But the temperature! *shudder* So terribly cold. Right across from my sofa was this huge white mask of a goblin-like creature looking down over the crowd from above, it was pretty cool.
The next day was spent recuperating from MOS. We spent most of it slouching around, eating KFC and watching the 25th Hour, Scrubs and a bunch of weird late-night TV shows while having hot soup and garlic bread.
Oooh, that reminds me. Tonight is Thursday aka TV night! There's going to be the Amazing Race, Scrubs, Family Guy, and American Dad. Hooray!
I made brownies yesterday for the Gutter Philosopher and Pharrell because they were studying. There was a whole pan of them and only a slice left today. *Beams* I'm so proud that my first try at making brownies was a success. Next week, we'll have some more, and when the guys' exams are over, we'll make proper happy brownies to celebrate!!! Well, I want to anyway.
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The next day was spent recuperating from MOS. We spent most of it slouching around, eating KFC and watching the 25th Hour, Scrubs and a bunch of weird late-night TV shows while having hot soup and garlic bread.
Oooh, that reminds me. Tonight is Thursday aka TV night! There's going to be the Amazing Race, Scrubs, Family Guy, and American Dad. Hooray!
I made brownies yesterday for the Gutter Philosopher and Pharrell because they were studying. There was a whole pan of them and only a slice left today. *Beams* I'm so proud that my first try at making brownies was a success. Next week, we'll have some more, and when the guys' exams are over, we'll make proper happy brownies to celebrate!!! Well, I want to anyway.
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The people who invented the virus ctxe.pk are very determined that my e-mail receives it.
They've sent no less than eight e-mails with nine different names on it, all describing the joys of ctxe.pk on the subject line.
Judy Crandall - the information is in the letter ctxe.pk a downright must see
Allie Hartley - Urgent statement ctxe.pk for you to have it
Lilia Hill - Urgent letter ctxe.pk enter now
Jamel Cotton - pay attention to the announcement ctxe.pk for you to see
Norberto Terrell - pay attention to the announcement ctxe.pk you won't regret seeing this
Barbra Crain - Urgent letter ctxe.pk a breathtaking boom
Antwan - overwhelming important announcement C T X E for you to stare at (this guy was obviously a little more creative and perhaps just the tiniest bit subtle *rolls eyes*)
Claire - pay attention to the letter CTXE.PK you'll fancy it inside
This list runs from the latest to the oldest pieces of mails I have received over the past few days. Obviously, they started out using only a first name and boldly capitalizing ctxe.pk before deciding to start getting creative with names and being lazy about using capitals for their virus's name.
Norberto Terrell? What kind of name is that?
How dumb do they think people are anyway? That entire list of e-mails staring me in the face was just a little more than twenty hundred miles over being obvious. Anyway, everyone pretty much deletes any suspicious e-mails in their mail, especially ones from people named Norberto Terrell that tell you this is a "breathtaking boom."
*snickers*
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They've sent no less than eight e-mails with nine different names on it, all describing the joys of ctxe.pk on the subject line.
Judy Crandall - the information is in the letter ctxe.pk a downright must see
Allie Hartley - Urgent statement ctxe.pk for you to have it
Lilia Hill - Urgent letter ctxe.pk enter now
Jamel Cotton - pay attention to the announcement ctxe.pk for you to see
Norberto Terrell - pay attention to the announcement ctxe.pk you won't regret seeing this
Barbra Crain - Urgent letter ctxe.pk a breathtaking boom
Antwan - overwhelming important announcement C T X E for you to stare at (this guy was obviously a little more creative and perhaps just the tiniest bit subtle *rolls eyes*)
Claire - pay attention to the letter CTXE.PK you'll fancy it inside
This list runs from the latest to the oldest pieces of mails I have received over the past few days. Obviously, they started out using only a first name and boldly capitalizing ctxe.pk before deciding to start getting creative with names and being lazy about using capitals for their virus's name.
Norberto Terrell? What kind of name is that?
How dumb do they think people are anyway? That entire list of e-mails staring me in the face was just a little more than twenty hundred miles over being obvious. Anyway, everyone pretty much deletes any suspicious e-mails in their mail, especially ones from people named Norberto Terrell that tell you this is a "breathtaking boom."
*snickers*
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Sunday, June 04, 2006
Hello, my fellow bloggers! Am sitting in the Duchess's room right now as she blows her hair dry and gets ready for we are going to the Ministry of Sound! The Duchess is wearing an orange print dress that looks like it could be an Aboriginal dream-time painting as well and I have braided pigtails a la Fergie. The Duchess is also very hyped up, much like a child on Christmas morning, so Perth had better watch out for her tonight!
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Friday, June 02, 2006
It's been cold these past couple of weeks, as I mentioned in my last post. Yep, I'm writing two posts, to make up for the fact that it's been absolutely ages since I've blogged! On Monday, it was particularly freezing, everyone was tossed about by the wind.
One wonderful thing I've discovered is the hot chocolate dispensed by the vending machines by the humanities buildings on campus. It's yummy! I wonder that I never tried it before. The Duchess and I had three cups each the other day while we were in the newsroom - the Duchess was printing some stuff out for her report and I was working on my CV. Yep, I've made over my resume, it looks way more professional now and let's hope I impress someone and get myself a cushy job!
I've gotten hungrier as the cold sets in, it's to be expected but I've been absolutely ravenously hungry. It's terrible. I wish I wasn't, it's a pain having to cook and all, and I had been planning to save on grocery shopping. But now it's time again to stock up on hot soups and lots of meaty, yummy carbs to satisfy my monstrous appetite. I had better not gain any weight! The one good thing is that I'm in the mood for veges these days. How strange but how nice and healthy for me.
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One wonderful thing I've discovered is the hot chocolate dispensed by the vending machines by the humanities buildings on campus. It's yummy! I wonder that I never tried it before. The Duchess and I had three cups each the other day while we were in the newsroom - the Duchess was printing some stuff out for her report and I was working on my CV. Yep, I've made over my resume, it looks way more professional now and let's hope I impress someone and get myself a cushy job!
I've gotten hungrier as the cold sets in, it's to be expected but I've been absolutely ravenously hungry. It's terrible. I wish I wasn't, it's a pain having to cook and all, and I had been planning to save on grocery shopping. But now it's time again to stock up on hot soups and lots of meaty, yummy carbs to satisfy my monstrous appetite. I had better not gain any weight! The one good thing is that I'm in the mood for veges these days. How strange but how nice and healthy for me.
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The past two weeks have just been a haze of alcohol, really.
Last week, on Tuesday, the Duchess had a shoot to do for her wine documentary for her film and tv class. Her other flatmates are apparently a little flaky and didn't get enough actors for the shoot as they promised to so the Duchess asked moi and the Lost Smoker and Amr and Phill Pill if we would like to come along and dress classy and sip free wine for a shoot. Would we love to! So we all headed down to the Brisbane Hotel bar that evening. It's not a bad place...pretty nice, actually and a whole lot more classier than either the Waterford or Como, lol. It would have been a nice place to chill out. It was mostly working peeps who were relaxing after their day at the office. There were some really nice art prints on the walls, you know, like those Andy Warhol black-and-white prints of Marilyn Monroe, those kind of styles, and the usual low and comfy couches. All in all, it looks pretty much like any "classy" bar would look like, actually, with not much to differ it from one bar to the next. But a nice place, nonetheless. I would recommend the house wines because they were pretty nice...much better than the glass of white wine I had at first which wasn't exactly spectacular...
After the shoot, we were all starving so we headed to an Indian restaurant in Northbridge for dinner. I think it was the Golden Court or the Golden Century or something. Golden anyway! The food was pretty good, though rather heavy on the sauces, creamy like usual. I was a little disappointed with the desserts though. They had all these really delicious-looking tiny desserts - mocha chocolate balls and caramel surprises and yummy ice cream-y stuff and I had a really hard time choosing which to have. But when the caramel surprise came, it was frozen solid and well, not too appealing. Perhaps it was because we were the last ones in the restaurant and they were about to close, but nonetheless I expected something much better. Oh, well.
The next day, the Lost Smoker and I got a bottle of vodka and orange juice and made ourselves screwdrivers while playing Monopoly. How fun was that! It's been ages since I'd played monopoly and I couldn't remember the rules but the Lost Smoker explained everything to me again and soon we were busy buying up everything. The Lost Smoker bought just a few streets and put up lots of houses, and then hotels, bankrupting me when I landed on his streets! I bought up loads of streets but didn't have enough cash to buy many houses after that...ended up heavily mortgaged and lost. Hmph. Well, now I know enough of the game to understand how to strategize properly...just you wait, Lost Smoker. I thought he was supposed to be a socialist but as history has demonstrated, any socialist that falls into power with loads of cash turns corrupt, just like anyone else would! Hmph.
Anyway, we finished that entire bottle of vodka that night and I think the Duchess and Mystery Wolf were very amused by us, especially my ramblings that night! Oops. Went to bed with a book of the Lost Smoker's, Kurt Vonnegut's Galapagos. It was interesting enough and Vonnegut is a good writer, but I was depressed enough as it is lately and it didn't help that Galapagos is extremely depressing, well, at least to me because Vonnegut's narrator in the book does not have much faith in humanity, rightly so when it comes to the other characters in the book. It's a nice book to read but don't do it if you're already feeling depressed!
Oh yes, why am I depressed? Well, I don't know. I guess we all have our ups and downs and that week was a particularly down week for me. It was any number of things, I supposed, I wasn't eating well or sleeping well (that damn insomnia has come back to haunt me again), was still trying to wind down from a stressful week of uni work and was still busy with personal projects. I also had a fight with the Gutter Philosopher that night, which didn't help things either. And winter is here and it is absolutely freezing cold. I swear it is much colder than it was last year. The Lost Smoker doesn't think so, but the Gutter Philosopher does, and everyone else is pretty much split on that issue. Anyway, I'm fairly sure my resistance to the cold has gone way down since I went home to Malaysia for Christmas. Also, I've been listening nonstop to Nitin Sawhney and certain choice songs from Faithless which, although they are absolutely fantastic tunes that I would definitely recommend to anyone, are not the happiest tunes around. Yes, well, it was not the best situation for me to be in while reading Galapagos. No, sir!
I like the ending though, the very last couple of pages. It was a sweet story. Sentimental.
Anyway, back to the alcohol week listing. Woke up the next day with an incredibly severe hangover, swearing to myself NEVER, EVER to drink so heavily again. Survived just barely. Just in time, in fact, for the Roaring Lion's birthday party on Friday night!
Yes, the Roaring Lion has turned 22! Happy birthday, boy ;) Oh, and that reminds me, a long-belated fact to note, LO has gone to Japan to be an English teacher! It's really cool, and that reminds me too, I have to write her an e-mail soon! Miss ya, LO, glad to hear you're having a great time in Japan! :)
Well, anyway, was planning to head to the Roaring Lion's party with the Duchess and Sheryl and DRINK IN MODERATION. But Sheryl pulls up, shouting "we're gonna get drunk tonight, girl!" and off we go to buy a bottle of whiskey. (Well, what's a girl to do? When her friends say "we're gonna get drunk", of course we're gonna get drunk! Talk about obliging happily, lol.)
The guy at the licquor store immediately sensed the impending danger of the night, saying to us, "Oh, man, three girls and a bottle of whiskey? That's going to be real dangerous..." Laughing, we drive off and get to the party and start drinking with Nicotine and Mike. Loads of hilarious things happened, lots of skulling, and then the bottle was over before we were getting started so we drove off, most of us tipsy but we were still able to drive - well, one of us was, anyway, while the rest sat in the back and drank beer. It was a good thing no cops stopped us that night! We got lost on the way and had to call out to some amused guy in the car next to us at a traffic light for directions to the bottle shop. Anyway, got the alcohol and headed back to the party. Halfway through the second bottle, Sheryl disappears with good old Tall One (who is bald! Apparently, he tried to give his hair a close shave, hit the wrong settings on the razor, and accidentally gave himself a bald stripe down one side of his head, so now he has totally shaved it all off. Lol. When we asked him what had happened, he grinned and said "don't ask" but I just got the story out of Sheryl last night). Anyway, that left me and the Duchess with the rest of the bottle. Allow me to tell you - three girls with two bottles of whiskey does a dangerous situation make. Definitely. Dancing Dude came to pick us up later and was totally amused with our situation.
Woke up early the next morning, as anticipated, with yet another severe hangover. (SUCH a familiar situation to be in). Groaned several times while asking myself, "Why, WHY do I get myself into such situations?" After much drinking of wonderful water, I managed to get back to bed and woke up much revived later. The Duchess did not fare well either. We had a big lunch to get ourselves back on our feet while swearing to do things in moderation from now on. Erm, let's hope that happens!
Well, anyway, I've been pretty good so far except for last night when I went over to the Swedish guys' house with Sheryl and Kat and a bottle of Chivas. The first one got broken by Finn so we had to go back and get another one! Poor Finn, he gave us the cash for another bottle, even though he doesn't drink himself. The Tall One said, "This is what happens when nonalcoholics hold alcohol." The bottle shop guy must have thought we were freaking alcoholics, coming back so soon for yet another bottle! We then settled down on the couches in the freezing cold outside to drink and smoke with Morgan and Finn and Elyssa, who also showed up. We girls ended up talking about waxes, which made the guys cringe and pretend not to hear, then moved on to Swedish swear words. The guys taught us how to say "I fuck well" and "You fuck well" and "Cunt!" in Swedish, it was a very useful lesson, hehehe. Cunt is fitta, it sounds like feta, as in feta cheese, lol. I would have to remember that one! The Swedes are leaving after this semester, it's sad. Will miss them! We also wondered what happened to good old German Boy. He took all our e-mail addresses down when he left earlier this year but we never heard a peep from him since then. We speculate that he is now trapped in some jail in Thailand for soliciting hookers and pot or something, lol.
Anyway, made it through that night without getting drunk. Was pleasantly tipsy - just the right level of drunkenness! Whew! Although I may have smoked one too many cigarettes. Got home around three-ish and went to bed around six - I couldn't sleep so thought I'd do some work.
Oh, and I saw the Da Vinci Code this week as well! As everyone told me(with the exception of Ryan who has no taste anyway, hehehe), it wasn't as great as I thought it'd be. For one thing, why did they dumb down Sophie? She was far more intelligent and sophisticated in the book and in the movie she was hanging around like a dead weight most of the time. And then they had to go and make Tom Hank's character much smarter and smoother than he was in the book, which didn't make him so likable in the movie. Guys, I thought this was a story about celebrating feminity! Why are you dumbing down the female and making the guy more intelligent, then? What's the point then? You're basically reversing the point of the book. Frankly, I'm surprised Dan Brown agreed to that. (Did he? I have no idea but he must have some say in how the screenplay was written). And why did they imbue Langdon with so much skepticism of the Mary Magdalene theory in the movie when he was practically rooting for it in the book? Were they afraid of upsetting the Christians? Well, for one thing, the Christians were already pretty much enraged by the movie anyway, and secondly, I'm Roman Catholic myself but I'd much rather watch a beautifully executed movie with a proper storyline and screenplay rather than the tripe I saw in the cinema this Tuesday. If you want to do something, do it properly. Go with the whole hog instead of just halves and halves, all hesitant and everything. And why did they make Bezu Fache so much dumber? He was more intelligent in the book, and I think the book was fairer on everyone - from the pagans to the Christians to Opus Dei. The movie was too one-sided. The only person I liked in the movie was Silas. Go, Paul Bethany! In fact, right before the movie we saw the new James Bond trailer with Daniel Craig in it. Now, I like Craig in Layer Cake but it was pretty odd watching him as the new James Bond. He's suppose to be Bond as a young agent but he looks way older than Pierce Brosnan or Roger Moore or the rest of those guys who played James Bond before! Still, we'll wait until the movie comes out before passing judgment. But the point is, when I was watching the Da Vinci Code and admiring Paul Bethany, I thought, hey now, we should have gotten him to play James Bond! With the white make up still on him and everything. Let's get an albino James Bond in the next movie. I think it'd be pretty cool!
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Last week, on Tuesday, the Duchess had a shoot to do for her wine documentary for her film and tv class. Her other flatmates are apparently a little flaky and didn't get enough actors for the shoot as they promised to so the Duchess asked moi and the Lost Smoker and Amr and Phill Pill if we would like to come along and dress classy and sip free wine for a shoot. Would we love to! So we all headed down to the Brisbane Hotel bar that evening. It's not a bad place...pretty nice, actually and a whole lot more classier than either the Waterford or Como, lol. It would have been a nice place to chill out. It was mostly working peeps who were relaxing after their day at the office. There were some really nice art prints on the walls, you know, like those Andy Warhol black-and-white prints of Marilyn Monroe, those kind of styles, and the usual low and comfy couches. All in all, it looks pretty much like any "classy" bar would look like, actually, with not much to differ it from one bar to the next. But a nice place, nonetheless. I would recommend the house wines because they were pretty nice...much better than the glass of white wine I had at first which wasn't exactly spectacular...
After the shoot, we were all starving so we headed to an Indian restaurant in Northbridge for dinner. I think it was the Golden Court or the Golden Century or something. Golden anyway! The food was pretty good, though rather heavy on the sauces, creamy like usual. I was a little disappointed with the desserts though. They had all these really delicious-looking tiny desserts - mocha chocolate balls and caramel surprises and yummy ice cream-y stuff and I had a really hard time choosing which to have. But when the caramel surprise came, it was frozen solid and well, not too appealing. Perhaps it was because we were the last ones in the restaurant and they were about to close, but nonetheless I expected something much better. Oh, well.
The next day, the Lost Smoker and I got a bottle of vodka and orange juice and made ourselves screwdrivers while playing Monopoly. How fun was that! It's been ages since I'd played monopoly and I couldn't remember the rules but the Lost Smoker explained everything to me again and soon we were busy buying up everything. The Lost Smoker bought just a few streets and put up lots of houses, and then hotels, bankrupting me when I landed on his streets! I bought up loads of streets but didn't have enough cash to buy many houses after that...ended up heavily mortgaged and lost. Hmph. Well, now I know enough of the game to understand how to strategize properly...just you wait, Lost Smoker. I thought he was supposed to be a socialist but as history has demonstrated, any socialist that falls into power with loads of cash turns corrupt, just like anyone else would! Hmph.
Anyway, we finished that entire bottle of vodka that night and I think the Duchess and Mystery Wolf were very amused by us, especially my ramblings that night! Oops. Went to bed with a book of the Lost Smoker's, Kurt Vonnegut's Galapagos. It was interesting enough and Vonnegut is a good writer, but I was depressed enough as it is lately and it didn't help that Galapagos is extremely depressing, well, at least to me because Vonnegut's narrator in the book does not have much faith in humanity, rightly so when it comes to the other characters in the book. It's a nice book to read but don't do it if you're already feeling depressed!
Oh yes, why am I depressed? Well, I don't know. I guess we all have our ups and downs and that week was a particularly down week for me. It was any number of things, I supposed, I wasn't eating well or sleeping well (that damn insomnia has come back to haunt me again), was still trying to wind down from a stressful week of uni work and was still busy with personal projects. I also had a fight with the Gutter Philosopher that night, which didn't help things either. And winter is here and it is absolutely freezing cold. I swear it is much colder than it was last year. The Lost Smoker doesn't think so, but the Gutter Philosopher does, and everyone else is pretty much split on that issue. Anyway, I'm fairly sure my resistance to the cold has gone way down since I went home to Malaysia for Christmas. Also, I've been listening nonstop to Nitin Sawhney and certain choice songs from Faithless which, although they are absolutely fantastic tunes that I would definitely recommend to anyone, are not the happiest tunes around. Yes, well, it was not the best situation for me to be in while reading Galapagos. No, sir!
I like the ending though, the very last couple of pages. It was a sweet story. Sentimental.
Anyway, back to the alcohol week listing. Woke up the next day with an incredibly severe hangover, swearing to myself NEVER, EVER to drink so heavily again. Survived just barely. Just in time, in fact, for the Roaring Lion's birthday party on Friday night!
Yes, the Roaring Lion has turned 22! Happy birthday, boy ;) Oh, and that reminds me, a long-belated fact to note, LO has gone to Japan to be an English teacher! It's really cool, and that reminds me too, I have to write her an e-mail soon! Miss ya, LO, glad to hear you're having a great time in Japan! :)
Well, anyway, was planning to head to the Roaring Lion's party with the Duchess and Sheryl and DRINK IN MODERATION. But Sheryl pulls up, shouting "we're gonna get drunk tonight, girl!" and off we go to buy a bottle of whiskey. (Well, what's a girl to do? When her friends say "we're gonna get drunk", of course we're gonna get drunk! Talk about obliging happily, lol.)
The guy at the licquor store immediately sensed the impending danger of the night, saying to us, "Oh, man, three girls and a bottle of whiskey? That's going to be real dangerous..." Laughing, we drive off and get to the party and start drinking with Nicotine and Mike. Loads of hilarious things happened, lots of skulling, and then the bottle was over before we were getting started so we drove off, most of us tipsy but we were still able to drive - well, one of us was, anyway, while the rest sat in the back and drank beer. It was a good thing no cops stopped us that night! We got lost on the way and had to call out to some amused guy in the car next to us at a traffic light for directions to the bottle shop. Anyway, got the alcohol and headed back to the party. Halfway through the second bottle, Sheryl disappears with good old Tall One (who is bald! Apparently, he tried to give his hair a close shave, hit the wrong settings on the razor, and accidentally gave himself a bald stripe down one side of his head, so now he has totally shaved it all off. Lol. When we asked him what had happened, he grinned and said "don't ask" but I just got the story out of Sheryl last night). Anyway, that left me and the Duchess with the rest of the bottle. Allow me to tell you - three girls with two bottles of whiskey does a dangerous situation make. Definitely. Dancing Dude came to pick us up later and was totally amused with our situation.
Woke up early the next morning, as anticipated, with yet another severe hangover. (SUCH a familiar situation to be in). Groaned several times while asking myself, "Why, WHY do I get myself into such situations?" After much drinking of wonderful water, I managed to get back to bed and woke up much revived later. The Duchess did not fare well either. We had a big lunch to get ourselves back on our feet while swearing to do things in moderation from now on. Erm, let's hope that happens!
Well, anyway, I've been pretty good so far except for last night when I went over to the Swedish guys' house with Sheryl and Kat and a bottle of Chivas. The first one got broken by Finn so we had to go back and get another one! Poor Finn, he gave us the cash for another bottle, even though he doesn't drink himself. The Tall One said, "This is what happens when nonalcoholics hold alcohol." The bottle shop guy must have thought we were freaking alcoholics, coming back so soon for yet another bottle! We then settled down on the couches in the freezing cold outside to drink and smoke with Morgan and Finn and Elyssa, who also showed up. We girls ended up talking about waxes, which made the guys cringe and pretend not to hear, then moved on to Swedish swear words. The guys taught us how to say "I fuck well" and "You fuck well" and "Cunt!" in Swedish, it was a very useful lesson, hehehe. Cunt is fitta, it sounds like feta, as in feta cheese, lol. I would have to remember that one! The Swedes are leaving after this semester, it's sad. Will miss them! We also wondered what happened to good old German Boy. He took all our e-mail addresses down when he left earlier this year but we never heard a peep from him since then. We speculate that he is now trapped in some jail in Thailand for soliciting hookers and pot or something, lol.
Anyway, made it through that night without getting drunk. Was pleasantly tipsy - just the right level of drunkenness! Whew! Although I may have smoked one too many cigarettes. Got home around three-ish and went to bed around six - I couldn't sleep so thought I'd do some work.
Oh, and I saw the Da Vinci Code this week as well! As everyone told me(with the exception of Ryan who has no taste anyway, hehehe), it wasn't as great as I thought it'd be. For one thing, why did they dumb down Sophie? She was far more intelligent and sophisticated in the book and in the movie she was hanging around like a dead weight most of the time. And then they had to go and make Tom Hank's character much smarter and smoother than he was in the book, which didn't make him so likable in the movie. Guys, I thought this was a story about celebrating feminity! Why are you dumbing down the female and making the guy more intelligent, then? What's the point then? You're basically reversing the point of the book. Frankly, I'm surprised Dan Brown agreed to that. (Did he? I have no idea but he must have some say in how the screenplay was written). And why did they imbue Langdon with so much skepticism of the Mary Magdalene theory in the movie when he was practically rooting for it in the book? Were they afraid of upsetting the Christians? Well, for one thing, the Christians were already pretty much enraged by the movie anyway, and secondly, I'm Roman Catholic myself but I'd much rather watch a beautifully executed movie with a proper storyline and screenplay rather than the tripe I saw in the cinema this Tuesday. If you want to do something, do it properly. Go with the whole hog instead of just halves and halves, all hesitant and everything. And why did they make Bezu Fache so much dumber? He was more intelligent in the book, and I think the book was fairer on everyone - from the pagans to the Christians to Opus Dei. The movie was too one-sided. The only person I liked in the movie was Silas. Go, Paul Bethany! In fact, right before the movie we saw the new James Bond trailer with Daniel Craig in it. Now, I like Craig in Layer Cake but it was pretty odd watching him as the new James Bond. He's suppose to be Bond as a young agent but he looks way older than Pierce Brosnan or Roger Moore or the rest of those guys who played James Bond before! Still, we'll wait until the movie comes out before passing judgment. But the point is, when I was watching the Da Vinci Code and admiring Paul Bethany, I thought, hey now, we should have gotten him to play James Bond! With the white make up still on him and everything. Let's get an albino James Bond in the next movie. I think it'd be pretty cool!
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