The year is coming to a close...

Well, well, well. It's been a while since i last wrote something on here, so to break the blogging drought I thought I'd write something before the year ends.

Can you believe it? A whole year just breezing past like one angry tornado! Though I don't suppose tornadoes really just "breeze", especially if they're angry... Anyway, that's not the point.

Now I can recap my year, but that would take up too much of my very precious time that I don't have a lot of! HAHAHAHA!! That's a good one!! Anyone who knows me, is well aware that I have TOO much time on my hands!! They would also know that I am possibly one of the laziest people ever to grace this side of Sydney, which consequently is the real reason I won't recap the year. Oh and of course I wouldn't want to bore all you blog readers out there, like I am so accustomed to doing! (NEW YEARS RESOLUTION: Stop boring people)

Well this month has been excruciatingly hot, especially when you're the only household in Sydney without a fricken Air con. My house has also been charmingly dubbed, "The Sauna". Maybe if i sneakily mention the new name our house has been given to my parents, they may feel guilty enough to get one... Or maybe they'll do what they always do, and ignore me until I walk defeated, to my room, in front of the fan, and pass out from the heat.

Can't wait for New Years... 44 degrees (Celcius)!! Looks like I'll be making an unwanted visit to my family's house, who have sweet, sweet cool air because of their clever purchase of an air conditioner.

Well, until next time... I'll be seeing you next year! Keep it real!!

Ancient Pick-Up Tactics

I'm not sitting here because of my enthusiasm for race horses; but I will pray that the chariot driver you favour may win. I am here, in fact, so that I might sit beside you and talk to you. I didn't want the love which you stir in me to be concealed from you. So, you watch the races, and I'll watch you. Let's each watch the things we love most, and let's feast our eyes on them.

Hee. Isn't Ovid a sweet guy. Going to chariot races to pick up chicks. Must have been the hot spots of ancient Rome.

Trains...

... completely annoy the crap out of me when it's running late and are packed to the point of knocking knee caps and desperately trying to avoid eye contact with the person sitting across from you.

Today, I sat at Fairfield station, 5 minutes before the train SHOULD HAVE arrived to take me to Ashfield. But Surprise, Surprise! The train was delayed and so starts my day of sitting next to a lady smelling strangely of Turkish Delight... and she was Asian, so I don't know where the fragrance could've come from.

15 minutes later...
... and my train is 10 minutes late. What?! Cityrail wasn't on time?!?! OMG! Alert the media because Cityrail NEVER DISAPPOINTS its commuters!! God Forbid Cityrail is late, destroying its perfect reputation for punctuality and reliability!

Another 5 minutes rolls on by and the train finally pulls into the station. The train is packed but I manage to find a vacant 3-seater in the corner facing 2 girls. After stepping on a few toes, I managed to get myself 'comfortable' (and I use the term extrememly loosely), before a nice enough couple takes a seat beside me, effectively cutting off the space I was relishing in after being in an elderly sandwich while waiting at the station.

The train ride...
... was spent waiting for my stop while the lady-half of the couple sitting next to me attempted to read over my shoulder of the text I was defacing.

Approaching Ashfield station...
... and I go to get up so I can get onto the platform, but being the ever graceful moron that I am, got up while the train was still in motion, thus, as I say, "excuse me", the train halts and I end up falling on male-half of couple. Needless to say, I was embarrassed muffling a very sincere, "sorry", before power walking red-faced off towards my destination.

Meh... would have liked to be Gwenyth Paltrow's character in Sliding Doors, but instead of missing the train, the train actually comes on time... Maybe then my future wouldn't have consisted of a flushed face and an odd craving for Turkish Delight...

Procrastination: Student's Satan

There is a new villain striking at the hearts of students across the globe. The new epidemic known as PROCRASTINATION is when a person holds off from doing a task, distracted by powerful social forces. While this outbreak is prevalent in students, reports have shown that no one is immuned to it - not even those of high intelligibility.
Extremes of procrastination vary depending on an individual's willpower and motivation. Many cases have been reported, including one involving a University of Western Sydney student who, for confidentiality purposes will be known as X. With an assessment due the next day, X was seen online chatting to a friend rather than completing the task. X had said, "I should be doing readings for my assessment due soon, but meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeh." This clearly shows the blatant seriousness of the condition.
Parents are worried that their child will fall victim or that their condition will worsen as the work get more tedious. They fear that their child's academic performance will suffer greatly as a consequence of this. A fear that is not entirely unfounded.
It is suspected that if the educational curriculums do not change to accommodate more enjoyable tasks, then procrastination will continue to spread its evil on future students.
We can only hope it will not go so far...

Birthday Dinner and a Kodak Moment

Saturday. July 2nd 2005

It was a hella cold night in Sydney, and I was close to being cyrogenically frozen right outside my front gates, when a beeping sound signalled the beginning of the night. There in the dark street, stood my friend, Lina - the speshal gal for the evening - next to a white car. We exchanged greetings before I hopped into the back seat saying "Hi" to Lina's boyfriend, whom sat in the driver's seat ready to go and pick up Viv and Tina. A few trips and shifts later, me, Viv and Tina were settled in the back with as much space between us as magnet to fridge.

Speeding down many unfamiliar roads, with Samantha tailing us, to get to our destination, Lina performed the great ritual of gift opening. And my oh my did she get some hefty gifts! Especially gifts that could easily be used as blackmail should they get into the wrong hands *smirk*... Or could give you massive bruises should you even attempt to talk about it. Kinda makes you wonder what it is doesn't it? Well I could tell you... BUT I DON'T WANT TO!! But rest assured, the item itself cannot physically harm you... Just the person who gave it! But in all seriousness the gifts were given from the heart *Cue "Awwws"* and Lina appreciated each and everyone, though I'm guessing she didn't appreciate getting drawn on... even if it was for demonstrative purposes.

So we get to the place of destination - Big Johns. Though we had reservations we still had to wait for bloody tables so we stayed outside in the sub zero conditions in front of heaters so as to defrost ourselves so that we may have use of our body parts when eating. Imagine using forks if your hands are frozen in place. *Shudders*

30 minutes of circular lectures about redeemable products, we finally got seated and ordered an abundance of food, which was delicious, save for Tina and Viv's too cheesey lasagne. It's safe to say that they have both eaten enough cheese to last them their lifetime and the lives of a million rats.

Alas, the night had come to an end when Viv's sister arrived to pick us up like a trusty soccer mum! Before that though, Lina, Tina, Viv and I sat outside the steps of the Pharmacy next door, just talking and laughing, and as cheesey as it sounds, I couldn't stop the nostalgic feeling that crept over me. I smiled at the scene as I remembered similar times when younger versions of the 4 of us would be in the same state, and I was left wondering if, in 10 years time, will find ourselves in the same position - Just like a sappy teen movie about friendship! Well whatever the future holds, at least we have these Kodak moments snapped up in out memories...

And we have this blog to remind us...

HAPPY BIRTHDAY LINA!! (July 4th, 2005) This is for you! It's no acrosstic poem but the sentiment is there! Hope you had a great one!

Note: Hey guys, SUPERFLUOUS means more than necessary; excessive. Haha, see what happens when you rely on an unreliable source! But I was close enough. I was never any good at explaining things, consult my assessment grades if you don't believe me! So Tina, stop with the superfluous abuse!!

Rising From the Ashes

She rose from the ashes of the Godforsaken town, suffocated by the limits of nothingness that surround her. Breaking free is all she wanted... Breaking free is what she needed... Breaking free is what she would do...

Her flight to a distant place full of contradictions: It's where she starts... It's where she'll end. A familiar atmosphere blurred by the unfamiliar strokes of a hand painting a new landscape. Dreams fade as reality takes form, sending her soaring higher towards a Heaven only few of us can realize...

To be fooled by her beauty is to underestimate her power. Her fiery searing a mark on all critics; An incredible strength to carry the burdens of those bigger precedes the shedding of a sympathetic tear to heal only those worthy...

Moments of tribulations will test her... And on the verge of insanity, incineration will overtake her. Reduced to ashes... She will rise once again to start over the cycle and to forever be immortal in a world of self-proclaimed Gods...

Suffer, love.

There is something wonderfully agonising about feelings. Is it that they are so formlessly pure in essence? Or is it because there is something you almost cannot restrain about them? The mere act of opening your mouth to him, the possibility that at any stage, it might just give you away is so tantalisingly sweet, and yet before you do it, something begs at you to reconsider. And you close your mouth, at the same time closing your heart to whatever phantasmagoric sequence of images and events you were so intent on believing.

Suffer, love, indeed.

Who am I?

Can someone truly answer that question with the honesty and the pinpoint accuracy necessary for that question to hold any truth? Any meaning?

It's one of those existential questions, taunting all and daring anyone brave enough to venture the deepest of inner depths just to answer a seemingly simple question.

Often, not many have the courage or the motivation to even search past their name. "Who are you?" they would ask and I would answer with my name. But is that who I am? Just some coherently strung letters attached to a tangible entity? Merely a surface open for all those to judge? Perhaps. But maybe I deserve it for my cowardice stemming from my fear of what is unknown. So as punishment, I be what they want me to be. I am what you want me to be.

So can anyone truly answer the question? Sure, but they'd give an unfair answer to such an unjust question. I mean what's the point? To quote from one of the great movies of Generation X: "You see us how you want to see us... in the simplest terms, in the most convenient definitions."

And so we do.

Because everybody's after love.

Where's the squirrel and duck?

Still waiting on pictures of the special relationship between the squirrel and duck...

Dreaming...

Like most people i tend to dream - Both conciously and subconciously. I do realise that the difference between conciously dreaming and sub-conciously dreaming is the amount of control you have over what you see and how you interpret it. But everyone knows that that's easier said than done.

I've come to realise that no matter what type of dream it is, you arise from it with either a sense of clarity or confusion. For me, I'm often left in a state of confusion.

In some sick and twisted way, dreams reflect some form of fantastical reality that only your mind can conceive. But I dont get it... There are things I dream of that I don't want to conceive yet there it is in my subconcious waiting to be played when the lights go out, like a private theatre room. Is it my mind's way to punish me for exercising it on the random treadmill?! Hmmm Wouldn't be surprised.

Right now, my dreams have been so warped that it's becoming a constant horror movie marathon. What happened to the days of dreaming of Oz?... I'll ask Dorothy and I'll get back to you... Until next time...

Relapse

You know... I really thought I could do it. I thought I could overcome this, but maybe I can't.
I don't know how to resolve it.
I don't have the courage.

Maybe it's time I gave up on you.
But I can't.