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Where the hell is everyone? It's been 10 days since the last new post that i read.
I get bored at work within 20 minutes, and i'm running out of things to do on the internet. I only have a few more yahoo games to master before i'll have to find new forms of java entertainment.
BR x2 last week, bane tonight, warped next month, sounds of the underground next month. good times for music. would've sucked to go home early!
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| Can't hardly sleep |
[09 Jul 2004|01:44am] |
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Life.
Noone knows what it’s about, and noone knows what we are supposed to do within our time on this Earth. The meaning of life is not absolute, it is relative. Relative to each person, and it changes along with the different elements of our life. There is no right or wrong way to live a life, beyond the fact that society has issues laws that people must follow. As long as you live within the standards which have been set for humanity, you are free to follow any path you wish.
For some, finding a meaning for existance can be a very difficult thing, but when it is found, it can be the most rewarding thing that anyone can experience. In most cases, people’s main goal in life is a balance between emotional and economical fulfilment.
At this stage, I am lucky enough to know the meaning of my existance at this present time. That isn’t to say that it is a revelation that will stay with me for all the years to come. Noone knows what their purpose will be in 10 years, just like noone knows what their taste in music will be in 10 years. Purpose is a variant, dependant on other elements which attach themselves to people.
Here I will talk my own ideology as best as I can explain it, and it is mainly based around the concept of self-betterment.
Alex, my brother, once described to me the happenings within a hostage situation, and how best to survive such an incident. The person who panics, or tries to talk to the hostage-taker will most likely be the person in most danger, as they have more attention than any others. The most likely person to survive a hostage situation is labelled the Gray Man. The person who keeps to himself, that observes but never has an impact on anyone else, and will duck under the radar of anyone’s attention.
Using this principle, my sense of purpose urged me to undertake what I colourfully referred to as The Gray Pete Project. I was in a position where I was not liked much by the people around me, and the elements that surrounded me forced me into a reclused state of mind, where I became the Gray Man. This period, which lasted several years, was a constant strive for self-betterment. I found myself becoming withdrawn, reclused, sullen and apathetic. For a time, I was a shell of a person, lacking personality, lacking humour, lacking life. This was an opportunity to rebuild myself. I made a solid foundation for myself and continued my goal of self-betterment. I made high standards, strong moral bases, emotional walls and a profound level of compassion. All these traits gave me confidence in myself, that I was a good person, and I was happy emotionally, which gave me an chance to work on my economic self-betterment.
For a long time, I was at peace with myself, conent with how I was. I reached a stage where I was economically sound for my age, and needed to work on a different aspect of self-betterment. Emotionally and economically, my sense of purpose showed me what I had to do in order to fulfil my needs. However, the extended period of time in which I spent with myself, contemplating my own psyche, had a drastic side-effect. I was socially inept.
This is now a problem which has yet to be rectified. My sense of purpose has not been as reliable in repairing my faultering social skills. The prospect of meeting new people and being in new situations frightens me, and I find myself cowering in my comfort zone, not daring to trying new things unless those new elements come to me.
This lack of ability to handle new situations created a rift in my once-seemless emotional fabric, one that I didn’t detect until it was exploited. The perfect person that I thought I made myself into collapsed from my own expectations of myself, and I crumbled into doubt and disbelief. I fell back into a reclusive state and began to re-analyse everything that I thought I was as a person. After several months, my sense of purpose kicked in once more, and gave me the answers I needed in order to live my life. The doubt that I once had for myself turned into self-betterment, and I slowly became accustomed to the new person that I was. The same person I was before, with the same morals and the same standards and same level of compassion, as well as a concept of self-awareness. The rift that was once undetected to me is now well in my sights, and although it hasn’t been fixed yet, I will not let it be exploited again because I know of it’s existance.
Now, I am growing accustomed to the changes that I am discovering within myself. The emotional walls that I built for myself were not as they were before. Certain things affect me more profoundly than before. My sense of purpose has not showed me any way to fix it, so it must be as it should be. I have found a weakness in myself which I was not expecting to find, and took me totally by surprise. A few days ago, I woke up crying from a dream I had. In retrospect, the dream wasn’t all that sad, but the state of mind I was in at the time lead me to bring tears. The dream was as follows, noting that I don’t fully remember it.
I was walking side-by-side with Ed O’Neil(weird) in a sports statium, and he was describing a past experience he had with his father. “Has your father ever won anything, and then put you on his shoulders? I remember my father used to do that to me.” *end dream* Noting that this has never happened to me before, nor have I ever given thought to it before Ed brougth it to my attention, the way he said it made me feel so sad that I began crying in my sleep, which then woke me up and I sat in bed for a long time in deep contemptlation. Until tonight, I thought it was just a once-off incident which I shouldn’t bother heeding. However, I watched Home Alone (weird), and the old man with the beard had a really sad story about him and his son. And at the end of the movie when he was hugging his grand-daughter, I began to weep. Considering I have no recollection of the last time I ever cried before the dream, this was a big thing for me, because I never used to be affected by such things.
The only way I could rationalise it was by thinking that the incident which made me doubt myself in the first place exposed a certain aspect of my emotional fabric which focused on a loving father-son relationship, and how precious it is. This is one of those issues which I can imagining coming up in a Frasier Krane’s office as he’s examining someone who bursts out in tears about a certain thing in their life, and I think “That doesn’t happen to me, my emotions are under control”. I could never have imagined being affected by such a thing, and I am still totally surprised by it.
As far as I know, my relationship with my father is very good. However, it could be a dissonance between my cognitive reasoning and my subconscious perceptions. There may be some underlying issues that have not been brought to my attention yet, but are hiding just below the surface, affecting my dreams and my movie-watching experiences.
I think people find it hard to be happy in their lives because they can’t hear their sense of purpose, the one true direction in life. They find themselves floating in a world that has no meaning, or being unable to discern between emotional or economical goals in their life, and prioritise them.
This is the purpose of self-betterment, and the very purpose of living. If I was a flawless person, I would have nowhere to go. The relative meaning of my life is self-betterment, and that is my direction for the time being. My sense of purpose has not given me an absolute meaning for life, as I believe that an absolute purpose does not exists, but that is just my atheistic point of view. My relative meaning for life is self-betterment, and I imagine that it will be for a long time, until such time as my sense of purpose tells me otherwise. All I can do in my time is keep a clear communication with my sense of purpose, and do what it says.
** This is a brief map of my way of thinking, which I find time and time again to not be compatible with anyone else’s way of thinking.
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| Lagwagon on the brain |
[29 Nov 2003|11:35am] |
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Lagwagon were awesome. Went with Joel, Tris and Kate. They played so many cool songs, it was the best night. The first supporting act was shithouse, and i didn't pay attention to their arsetown songs. I went and bagged a cool spot before the second supporting act, which turned out to be Mindsnare because after the fall piked out, so that was sweet. Mindsnare's drummer goes off.
When Lagwagon started, and the initial crowd surge happen, my left hip got fragged into the metal barrier. it's sore as now. Since i had nothing to support myself with, i had to constantly use my back muscles to hold back the crowd behind me, sucked bad. But it was worth the good view and the free water bottles. Can't remember what they opened with. They didn't play No One :(, but they played my other favorite song, Give it back. They also played May 16, Alien 8, Island of Shame, Baggage, Making friends, Kids don't like to share, Bombs away, E.Dagger, and they played Violins really fast, was hard to keep up. um, can't remember what else they played. Was an awesome set. At the end, Chris i think it was, the tall as guitarist, he chucked all these guitar picks out, but they all went nowhere and landed on the stage, mad throwing skills. Luckily, Cassie was on the stage and heard me calling her, and booted one off to me. thanks cass :P The pick has the Lagwagon logo on one side, and BIG BITCH on the other side.
We went upstairs to watch DoC and Terror. DoC was ok, but i had a crap spot and couldn't see anything. Only watched the last half of Terror. They were ok. We left after Terror finished. I went to get my ticket stub from the front counter, and the chick there got all irritated and stuff, as if it was some sort of tedious, monotonous task. nuts to that.
I bought the special edition of Two Towers last week, and joel, tris, kate and paul all came round to watch it and eat tonnes of junk food. The extended scenes rock, there's so many more extra scenes in number 2 than number 1. Important stuff too, stuff that shouldn't have been cut in the first place. Was a cool night, we watched all of the first one as well as the second. took like 7 hours, hehe. Ate lots of popcorn and cake and chips and drank lots of pepsi. third one should be cool. 1 more month to go.
Watched matrix revolutions as well. Still don't know what to make of that series. It's a really good concept and the creators probably have a much better idea in their head than they portreyed on the screen. They had all the theory and concept out in number 2, but just didn't hammer it home for number 3.
I recently acquried Halo, worms 3d, Chrome, Simpsons hit&run, lord of the rings: Return of the king and Need for Speed 7 (Underground). Don't have time to play em all :( I played a lot of Halo and worms 3d, then i got all the other games, and i've only played a little bit of all of them. Simpsons is funny as, so many one-liners. I've also reinstalled everquest. i made a new necro, along with tris, while joel made a shaman and paul made a ranger. would be cool if we all levelled up and grouped together and stuff.
Now i'm off to Joel's pool cos it's hot as today. Bye.
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louisville sluggers were cool. got some different singer, i didn't catch her name. watching all the swing dancers got me motivated to learn dancing myself. but i won't sign up right way. i'll wait a few months, and if i'm still motivated then, i'll know it's not just a passing phase, like wanting to learn karate after watching a martial arts movie.
after sluggers, paul, kate, tris and me went off to geelong to meet up with the crew again. i remember the things i miss about everquest now. those guys are cool as. kate and i went through about a quarter of my duty-free vodka. still got another night or 2 left in it. we arrived at geelong at like 2am, because the sluggers started 3 hours later than we thought, so we left melbourne at like 12.45am. by the time we got there, everyone was already drunk, and mags had already gone to sleep. kate and i spent most of the night hangin out with the "talk shit" crew out the back, while paul hung out with the "talk EQ" crew in the lounge, while tris hung out with the "talk to mags" crew in mags' room.
got to sleep at like 6am, then woke up at 10 and watched bruce almighty on DVD. fairly ordinary movie, but was ok for a movie i didn't have to pay to see. we wasted away most of the morning and afternoon, and got around to leaving at around 3pm. i'm always happy to catch up with the geelong guys, but i'm glad i don't do it too often. that drive kicks my arse every time. on the way home, i always get this immense wish to just be at home, then we pass a sign saying 31km to Melbourne, then another 35km to Dandenong. it's such a disappointing feeling to know that your long torturous time in the car has only been 20 minutes. i crashed for 3 hours after i got home, now it's 4am and i'm fully awake. stuffed as sleeping cycle.
hope ben gets back from dubai soon so we can go skirmishing again.
the ignite merchandise people finally put a flexfit ignite hat up for availability. i've never reached for my credit card so fast. should be coming in a few days.
if anyone finds themself bored, i started reading some essays that Greg Graffin from Bad Religion wrote up and posted on the web site. That guy has got a lot of good stuff to say. it's a very good read, i recommend it if you got some time on your hands...
http://www.badreligion.com/badreligion/essays/essays.jsp
bye
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[30 Oct 2003|11:48pm] |
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man, s'been a while, yeh ? almost 3 months or somethin
fair bit has happened since my last update, most of which i can't be stuffed going through.
went to see sum41 + new found glory, less than jerk, gimme gimmes, weird al, umm i think that's it. they were all pretty cool.
one of the supporters for gimme gimmes was a pair of guys called self-righteous brothers. they were funny as, hope they come down again, though it's not like supporting acts get publicised all that much, so i won't know when they do. i caught a drumstick from the gimme gimmes drummer too, along with 2 other jerks. i kinda lost track of time, but we were fighting over it for a good 5-10 minutes. eventually, i lost both of my shoes which tris and joel found, then came looking for me. they thought i was in a fight and started pulling the other guys off me, hehe. free drumstick for me. though, after gripping onto it for so long, i found that i couldn't straighten my fingers for a good half hour. weird al was funny as. lotsa costume changes and stuff. can't really remember the other shows, they were ages ago.
tris and i started a course in small business management. it's goin ok so far. marketting is kinda boring, maybe cos our teacher isn't very interesting. martin, MARTIN! i'll curse that name till the day i die! our finance teacher is andrew, the monotone accountant. anyone remember the teacher from the Wonder years ? he's like that, hehe. bunch of idiots in our class too. margaret-mary, the intellectual superior who believes everyone cares what holy enlightenment she's received from her previous line of work and array of useless arts degrees. mustafa, the slackarse wog who yawns loudly and doesn't feel uncomfortable about telling the teacher that he's falling asleep in his class. i guess they're the only 2 real jerks, the rest aren't bad. and fab has a massive smile every time he enters the room :D. oh, the other jerk is the guy that works in the student cafeteria. knows stuff all about customer service.
lagwagon are coming out ! 27th november. got your ticket ? i got mine ! 20 spacebucks from metro. Terror and DoC are playing upstairs on the same night, so they should be pulling all the crowd upstairs while i get a spot at the front before lagwagon starts. 4 weeks, yay.
recently, i've acquired jedi academy, homeworld 2, max payne 2 and star wars galaxies. SWG is terrible. it's fun for a while, but there is absolutely no content. it was fun climbing the skill tree, but there's stuff all to do once you're higher up. killin banthas got pretty boring, i'll be cancelling my account quite soon. homeworld 2 is just as baffling as homeworld 1 was. you start the game up, and you get lost. you get attacked from every angle and you dunno what the hell's goin on most of the time. it looks good though. jedi academy is as fun as expected. clocked it a few times before i got bored of it. max payne 2 is awesome. goin through it a second time at the moment. the bullet time feature makes it a hard game to get bored of.
knights of the old republic is comin next month. that should be awesome. dungeon seige 2 should be here soon as well, haha. LAN anyone ? WoW is taking as long as expected. the next chapter for the founding of durotar is also taking far too long, considering the expansion has been out for ages. i wanna see what happens to rexxar. and i guess i'm hanging out for the sequal to the legendary classic of the 20th century, full throttle. what crazy adventures will those hooligans at corley motors get up to this time around ?!
in other news, i copped my first ever traffic infringement yesterday. 70KMH when the limit in Burnley tunnel was reduced to 60 when i wasn't paying attention to the signs. 200 spacebucks and 3 demerit points. talk about jerktown.
oktoberfest was a raging disappointment. i thought it would be a lot more festive, german style, and a lot less repulsive, aussie style. maybe something like clark griswold's adventure into germany is what i expected, which is why i was let down. it was cool to have a big crew together though. spent most of the time stuffing around with wardie, joel, tris and kate. and some guy taught me how to make a noose. just before we left, joel smashed my stein, then we headed off. wardie, joel and me went to someone's 21st at Geebung, forgot her name. we were gonne meet kate and tris at switch, but that plan died in the arse. We stayed at Gaybung for a while, and i was getting cheap/free drinks from Jackie. then i knocked some guy's bourbon out of his hand, and had to buy him another one. and a guy told wardie to please stop dancing haha, mad dancefloor. the 3 of us then went down the street and got some pizza, then waited _forever_ for a taxi. racecourse road is shithouse for taxi vs. drunkarse ratio. there was like 20 drunkarses for every available taxi that went by, so we ended up taking the 30 minute walk to joel's brother's house to crash. yet again, wardie took the spare bed, joel for the couch, and i got the pseudo-bed made out of odd-shaped pillows which only protected my from the wooden floor from the thighs up, resulting in stuffed as knees and a crook as neck. next morning, we watched tomb raider 2. very lame movie. they managed to create an exciting, action-packed trailer for a movie which is completely lifeless. the plot was crap, the action scenes were crap and i was thoroughly bored right the way through. after push-starting wardie's car, we all then went to hungry jacks for breakfast *barff*, then departed from there.
also saw kill bill, with paul, wardie, joel, warren and rafe, and freddy vs. jason, with kate and tris. freddy vs jason was pretty ordinary. a few jump-in-your-seat moments, but it just got stupid by the end, and the ending was a bit disappointing. kill bill was cool. there was so much blood, you just had to laugh. tarrantino(sp?)'s style of movie-making rocks. the segmentation adds a certain something to his movies. can't really explain it, but it's cool. and the ending just made me angry that it didn't keep going. i wanna see volume 2 now.
nothing much else has been happening really. work is gay as always, except i'm not getting as many shifts because of my course.
for anyone that's read the hobbit (properly(not paul(dork)), no skimmers), perhaps you can resolve a dispute between joel and i. even though i've just finished reading it for the second time, i can't remember precisely, but it's my arguement that there are 2 magical swords that were acquired in the Hobbit from the cave trolls, Glamdring and Orcrist. Glamdring went to Gandalf, and he keeps it forever. Orcrist goes to Thorin initially. I believe that Sting was the nickname given to Orcrist by the goblins because it always kicked their arse, and somehow, Orcrist was given to Bilbo, which was then passed to Frodo. so Frodo is in possession of Orcrist (AKA Sting) in LotR. Joel thinks that Sting and Orcrist are 2 different swords. Anyone out there know for sure ?
well, that's enough. might be seeing louisville sluggers this saturday in the city. you comin ? better...
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...so i get this SMS from someone that i don't have the phone number for:
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Shh, surprise cocktail party for Tristan on 26th July. where? ## Dion drive, Glen Waverly. Shh. - Kate
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So im thinkin, what a strange place to have a cocktail party, but i won't say anything. Here i am keeping this secret massive secret, and not even discussing it with kate. she's not discussing it with me either, so i just thought that she didn't want to ruin the surpise. Fair enough. Then i get a call from a friend from TAFE, Ben, who i haven't spoken to in a few months, asking if I was going to Tristan's party ? After some explanation, I finally realised that the party was for another guy from TAFE called Tristan (who also has a girlfriend called Kate). Unfortunately, I found this out just after I made a fool of myself to Ben by saying "you know what's strange? i have _another_ surpise cocktail party for _another_ tristan that's _also_ in glen waverly !(what are the chances...)" So Ben just thought I was a gullible fool by believing this extreme set of circumstances for even an instant.
After all the confusion was sorted, we finally rocked up to this other Tristan's surpise party, which was awesome. Paid $10 to the other Kate, and we had use of all drinks to make as many cocktails as we wanted. Value as. Then Tristan rocked up and he was rightly surpised, since he was planning on an early night and stuff. I planned on making a conscious effort not to make a fool out of myself in front of what was mainly strangers, then 30 minutes later, i found myself dancing with everyone else along to Limp Bizkit and Puddle of Mudd and ofcourse, no night is complete without the Grease Lightning Mega-mix. Party on.
This weekend was followed by an uneventful week of boring work, which was cured by kate's gathering in Mt. Martha. Joel, Warren, Tyson, Tris, Kate and me all sat around watching Futurama and eating Lyn's nachos for most of the evening, then we headed out to Main street (which i will henceforth call Tryhard Trendy Bogan street).
We went to some regular noname pub which had a live guitarist playing covers, which sounded nothing at all like the orginal songs, but he was just putting other people's words over his own dodgy music. Joel, Tris and Warren set up a beer-round crew, while Kate, Tyson and me set up a vodka-round crew, which worked really well, except that kate had no money, and it was just me and Tyson buying rounds for a while. Then Kate started getting free rounds from an old high school friend who worked there, so it all evened out.
In his drunken state, Tyson decided to try his luck at buying drinks with his illegit ID, which promptly got taken away from him. Then the security guard threw him out, haha. I went out to keep him company, thinking the others would finish their drinks and come out, but they decided to party it up for another 30 minutes before coming out. fark. We went down to the beach to kill some time, and I was chucking sticks into the ocean for a bit, then we went back to see that the others were still partying it up inside. We decided to call it a night and got back to Kate's house to watch more Futurama. Once again, all the bedding arrangements were finalised while i was pondering my naval, and before i knew it, I was sharing a thin double matress with Warren. Don't get me wrong, Warren is an awesome bloke, but going to sleep on my own, and then waking up to find Woz next to me left me slightly flummoxed.
Anyway, went all went to Tryhard Trendy Bogan street the next day and walked around and had pizza. Then we saw a guy walking around wearing sunglasses and Joel's exact same hat, haha. Get some originality, you poser. Then we all dispersed from there. Warren and Joel went home, Kate and Tris went to Trist's, I took Tyson to the Dandy train station, then went home.
In other news, my re-creation of Mistmoore into a Warcraft3 map is coming along slowly. Looks sort of retarded, since it's too hard to do multiple storeys in WC, but you can still tell where you're going. Alpha testing is well under way, and Tris is doing the coding. Open beta testing will commence soon. Put your name down quick, there are limited spots.
Now I get to look forward to another uneventful week of boring work. Bye.
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kate and sam's party was awesome. had tonnes of fun, and people called me all these crazy names. In the past few days, i've been called Dero Glen, Allan and Chris, so i learned to respond to all of them. I busted out the LAN bottle that mum got me from Duty free Dubai. Got through a fair bit of it too, unless other people had some without my knowledge. a bad mix of vodka + orange/coke and jelly beans and chocolate cake left me feeling pretty ill, so i didn't drink all that much. The venue was cool, and there were tonnes of people on constant food-making duty. thanks to all of them. We went off to switch after that and hung around there for a while. How ironic that the same bouncer that knocked me back last week while sober, let me in this week when i was completely _not_ sober, along with him saying "try to walk straight this time, mate". farken hell. I think Wally got into a fight and Joel had to break it all up as well, but i only heard reports.
Since there were 5 of us that had to get home, we had to ring up and wait for a large taxi to take us all at once. We got to Sam's and everyone went straight to claiming all the good beds. by the time i knew what was going on, the only spot available was on the Trailmaster (thin camping mat) on the floor. Pretty rough night's sleep, but at least i was warm. Next morning, Joel went home early, and kate, tris, sam and i went and stuffed around in southland for a while, then everyone went home after that.
never before have i seen a dirtier pit of scum and filth than sunday night at Mercury lounge. I drove Lex and his 2 frineds, Mikey and Kevin, to the crown, because Kevin was the DJ for the night. it was R&B / rap night as far as i could tell, but it was all just dirty. Everywhere i looked, there were single 30+ men cruising around just looking for some young flesh, sleazing onto bottle-blonde chicks fresh out of high school with too-short demin skirts and ugg boots. Some chick kept on trying to talk to me, but i could only make out bits and pieces of what she was saying because of the flood of saliva in my ear as a result. mad talking skillz. i think she was trying to show me a 2pac tattoo that she had on her arse. After that delightful experience, i hung around on the stage next to Kevin and watched people from there. There were a few moves that i noted several people performing, which i'll try to describe below:
arse spin: only performed by females with tight jeans. arms are placed above head. rotate arse clockwise at a moderate pace, while spinning entire body at a slow pace. at all times, head must be pointing to partner, so when the body out-spins the head, head must be spun around quickly to refocus on the partner, and if possible, hair must whip partner in the face.
arse rub: requires 2 people. 1 tall black male with no hair, 1 shorter black female. male stands with back against wall with hands slightly moving. black female bends forward slightly and rubs arse against tall black male for the complete duration of the night.
forehead knuckle: only performed by females. dance in any way they see fit. after some time goes by, right hand is placed on forehead in a loose fist, so that only the thumb and index finger touch head. at same time, head must be turned to the direction of the arm that has _not_ performed the forehead knuckle. after 1 beat of the song, hand is brought back down, head is brought back to the frontal position, and regular dancing resumes. Move must not be done too often!
We left at 4:00, got some KFC then went home. An interesting night out, but nothing i'd want to do all too often.
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| HAPPY BIRTHDAY KATE AND SAM !@! |
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it's been a busy few days. I went to Strung Out on thursday with Sam. They were awesome, better than I thought they'd be. Me and Sam used so much brainpower to devise all these crazy plans to convince the bouncers to let me into an underage show (medical conditions, etc), then he just lets us cruise on in without a problem. Parking was a massive pain in the arse as well. Crap busy weekdays. I went to all the sure-fire spots where there is always parking, but it was all chockers. Ended up having to park in a proper carpark and got stung $26, fark. No drama though, cos Sam scored $80 from the Metro ATM when she only withdrew $40.
Worked all day on Friday, then rushed off to catch the last few minutes of Sam's birthday dinner in Oakleigh, then took Tris and Kate to Kate's house Essendon, where we watched this rad anime, The Vampire Hunter. Pretty weird, but I liked it, as opposed to others that fell asleep before it finished.
Saturday was interesting. Most of the day was taken up by me and Tris preparing birthday stuff for Sam and Kate. Pity noone had a camera handy to capture the complete mess we made after our cakes were finished, and we looked awesome in our Garfield aprons.
Emma came round to Tris' later, and we all played Risk and watched Kate devour her cake.
So much effort was put in to organising Saturday night. Tristan's dad drove us to the train station after dropping Emma off home, we were going to meet Sam outside switch, then Joel was to pick us up after going to Rafe's housewarming. We get to Switch, Kate and Tris go inside, and I met Sam outside, 90 minutes before pass-outs were allowed. So we killed time in McDonalds, commenting on the wide variety of people that pass through. 12:30 comes around, I go into Switch to get a pass-out, palm it off to Sam and we're all set to go. We go to get in, and the jerk bouncer knocks me back because i looked intoxicated, before I even had a drink. fffaaark. A lot of convincing and hassle didn't do anything to change the bouncer's mind, and I'm stuckj outside. This was followed by more time-killing in maccas until Joel arrived and took our depressed arses home. What a crazy night.
Next morning, Sam and I head off for Chadstone for work, and it took 40 minutes to get from Mickleham road to Bulla road, cos some jerk decided to have an accident and stuff everyone around. We finally get there 30 minutes late, Sam goes to work lugging this cake around hehe, then I go to Myer. I'm cruising around looking for a Manager to ask about my shifts, there's none to be found. Manager's office is empty, noone is picking up their phones. I thought that it was some anti-pete conspiracy goin on. Everything was working against me to screw me up. So I'm like "_stuff_ this!", and i go home and go to sleep.
A bit later, Paul came charging through the door and woke me up. Mum made us a rad dinner, then we went to see Charlie's Angels 2. Pretty ordinary storyline, but it's all just eye candy... far-fetched, over-exhaggerated eye candy. Paul gave me Midnight Club 2 and Vietcong too. Pretty cool games. Well, cya.
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It's times like these that i look back fondly on the days when i used to shave my own head for convenience. You'd think that a prerequisite for becoming a hair-dresser would be good communication skills, since the main direction of your work would be to perform hair-dressing-related tasks based on the desires of the customer. Meaning that the hair-dresser should be able to understand enough english to style the customer's hair according to what they say. But when you live in the bowels of Dandenong where the idiot gene (see below) runs rampant, the world goes topsy turvey. Being in a hair-dresser's shop, i assumed that the hair-dresser had heard many many requests for different types of cuts and styles, so when i say "just trim down the sides and back", it would be a simple task. But this super-star which cut my hair decided to re-vamp the entire hair cut request system, (which as far as i know, has been standardised around the world) and count the front as one of the sides. So before i had the opportunity to step in, the hair-dresser takes a massive chunk out of the front of my hair. To which i responded "ah... ! *hair-dresser stops and looks at me* never mind. *hair-dresser continues her butchery*"
Anyway, i went to have lunch in the City with Joel yesterday, and we got around having a general conversation about people. From this, i derived that everyone will be an idiot in one aspect of life or another. We don't mean to be idiots, because who wants to be an idiot? Not me. But it's an unavoidable state of being. When i purchased my brand new box set of Lord of the Rings books from Borders, as i was picking them up from the counter, i dropped them on the floor and damaged the spine of one of the books. At this stage i made a spectical about my clumsiness. At this point, I was an idiot in the eyes of anyone that saw me, because at that stage, my books had spent more time in mid-air than in my possession. Maybe the specital i made (a loud sigh and moan) made me look like more of an idiot than anything, but sometimes, i feel that hiding my idiocy is more embarassing to anyone that sees me than making it clear that i know i'm an idiot and i don't hide the fact. So at that stage in my life, i was an idiot book-handler. Ofcourse there is a wide spectrum of idiocy, and book-handling may be considered fairly low on the scale.
Then comes the idiot gene. This gene is entangled in the biological construction of people in the world, and it can never be remedied. These people suffer from chronic idiocy in many aspects of life, although they will never know it themselves. They will constantly be viewed as an idiot by others, but noone will ever think that they have the idiot gene, because everything they do is normal to them. Ofcourse, you can only conclude that someone has the idiot gene if you know them well enough to observe their idiocy in many aspects of life. This being said, it would be unfair for me to say that my hair-dresser has the idiot gene, because i have only observed her in only a few aspects of her life. As far as i could tell, she was a competent hair-dresser, but she has dodgy communication skills. This is more the employers fault than the hair-dressers, because the employer hired someone with poor communication skills. So, the employer is an idiot at employing people.
If anyone hasn't read any of Scott Adams' books from the Dilbert series, he talks about this kind of stuff in massive detail. It's funny as well, give it a shot.
Gotta go get ready. Cya
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| long break |
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haven't updated in a while. i got back from hotham yesterday, i had the best time. i took a few bad falls on tuesday, and had to take wednesday off because i couldn't move all that easily. but on thursday and friday i was doing ok and not falling over much. the company was awesome. even though Paul and Korin(sp?) left on wednesday like a pair of jerks, Joel, Wardie, Roni and me had rad fun, and Glen came later in the week.
joel got a shitload of photos of all the crazy shinanigans we all got up to. after 5pm when the lifts close, there wasn't all that much to do, so we ended up stuffing around in the lodge, or start drinking at the pub early. the lodge that joel found was awesome, full points for escaping the joel-organisation-cliche. we had some pretty cool people that were in the lodge as well. we spent a lot of time playing Presidents and Dickheads, or Asshole as some other dorks call it. we ended up roping in 2 stoners, Dave and Henry, into our game. Then Lisa and Daniel arrived and started playing as well. Wardie won the final game of Presidents, and his only order of business was to clain shotgun for the ride home.
During the ride home, we mainly listened to Henry Rollins. never heard his stuff before, man that guy can talk. was funny as but.
later that night, tris, kate and me went to joel's house to stuff around, and we watched some snowboarding videos. i have a new-found respect for those guys now. some of the stuff they do is insane.
anyway, i finally get home with my new video card and speakers. i never thought that i cared about the sound quality that i got from my PC speakers. my sound card and speakers have always been crap, so when i wanted to buy new speakers, i bought some $50 cheapo speakers. the sound quality on these pieces of crap is the worst i've ever heard. the sound is flat and undefined, the accoustics and design of the speaker itself is adverse to that of laws of sound, and there's no treble setting, only bass and volume. that's enough complaining. i'm happy with my new system, and everything runs cool now. i got a P4 2.4, 512 DDR, raedon 9600pro.
all up, last week was the most fun i've had in ages. i've never laughed so much before. another trip is being planned for september i think. can't wait. thanks joel, paul, wardie, korin(sp?), roni and glen
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switch bouncers are such arsehats. i almost got booted out of switch again because i kicked a chunk of glass off the dancefloor and it hit the guy's shoe. and ofcourse, the drunken chicks who dropped the glass in the first place didn't getting accused of having too much to drink. this all happened right in the middle of Fill in the blanks as well. such a tightarse thing for him to do.
anyway, saturday evening, paul, tris, kate and sam came round and kicked back for a while, then went to uncle Stuv's winter solstice party, where we had some crazy drink in his trippy house. then we went to switch after that, but dodgy paul didn't wanna come. after switch, we dropped sam off at home, then tris, kate and reuben crashed at my place. got to bed at like 5am, then woke up 4 hours later for work. was so wrecked, fark.
just got home before, and mum had a cool dinner waiting for me. now i'm gonna go keep reading lord of the rings. i'm up to a really cool part of Return of the King, can't wait to keep reading.
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just got back from the golf driving range. went with paul, lex and lex's friend mikey. we were there for like an hour and a half. lex had an idea of playing for money. i mopped up. it was a close competition, but i walked away with 15 dollars. quite happy with that. best hit of the day was mine with roughly 210 meters, as was the worst hit of the day, where i almost took the head off the woman behind me.
well, plans are underway for the snow-trip to hotham. can't wait. fortunately, joel's doing all the footwork, so i can sit around eating toast until we're ready to go. as far as i know, it'll be joel, paul, roni and me going. joel might have mentioned some other people, but i can't remember. fortunately, my part-time contract with myer runs out the day before we leave, in which time i'll be reverting back to casual, so i'm all clear to go.
i've recently come to the conclusion that people have no control as to how successful their life will be. the will to succeed is a trait, just like physical attributes, personality, whether they like Dr.Pepper or not, etc. that doesn't mean that people don't want to succeed in whatever aspect of life they are focused on. everyone wants to be a success, but the will to do it is beyond our control. i would like to be a rockin network engineer, but to make it possible, i would have to get on my arse to work on increasing my knowledge, with a certified windows or novell course, for example. but it's beyond my will to do. i could force myself to enroll in such a course, but my determination would falter.
then there are people like vince, who are excited by the prospect of new facilities which would help their education. yesterday, we journeyed to the city so vince could see the new melbourne dental facility, where he would be using in the near future. i thought it was a bit odd to want to check out this new building before it was finished, but i went anyway. then vince rips out his camera and starts taking photos of the place. it took a while to fathom the logic of it all, but vince is genuinly excited by the prospect of newer facilities for his dentistry course. at this point, i realised that i could never be on the same road that vince is travelling now. the will to do it doesn't manifest itself in me at all. when we were told that we were getting a revamp of our computer lab when i was in TAFE, it totally went out of my mind until i came back after holidays and saw the new lab, i was like "oh yeh, we were getting a new lab. cool", and that was the end of my excitement. if there are people around that have the drive to be excited over such things as an education facility, then these people are the ones that will do the time to ensure that they will be successful.
i can't think of a single thing that i am interested in that is even in the same league of vince's interest for this dentistry course. some people just have the drive.
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damn this rigged as vice city and it's elusive 4 second stoppies. been tryin for ages.
yeh, No Use were awesome. they opened with On The Outside, which is the only song of theirs that i know really well, so i spent most of the night adlib'ing and singing the 1 or 2 lines that i actually knew from all the other songs. still had some crazy fun though. it was the first real mosh pit that i participated in, and i think i got off pretty easy. i got an elbow to the nose, and boot to the head, and joel's arse in my face as he stage dove when i wasn't looking. and some jerk knocked off my hat and it took like 2 minutes to find it again.
it was a rockin night. we left right after NUFAN finished, got a slurpee, squished tris, kate, stacey and cheyne in the back seat and off we went. all night, joel was going on about his massive camera and how important it made him feel, then when we dropped him off, he dropped it on the pavement, haha. hope none of the cool photos got wrecked though.
i was hammered as when we got back to tris'. i fell asleep, and tris left the gas heater on all night. when i woke up to the sauna of tristan's lounge the next morning, i went to buy some milk cos tris had none in his fridge, and he yelled at me for it ? pff, what a jerk.
anyway, time for more stoppies practise.
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just got back from kate's house after her rad 50's party last night, where tris and i were able to burn through all the excess alcohol from my gathering a few weeks back. i spent most of the evening eating big boss candy cigars which made me feel totally sick, and most of the night drinking beer which made me feel even worse. fortunately, the spew-krew (kate and tyson) were on sober duty, so no throw-ups to report.
everyone looked cool as in their 50's gear, and noone had a camera handy to capture any of it, which was a shame because we ended up participating in an embarassing game of charades. 10 points to cheyne(spelling?) on his Monsoon effort. people then started leaving, and soon after, i was left lying in the living room watching tom arnold attempting to host the letterman show.
next morning, tris, kate, tyson and me went to get ripped off by some crap mt.martha coffee shop, where we sat and listened to kate criticise people's fashion sense for a while, then everyone went home from there. i think joel is on his way to kate's as i write this up, only 19 hours late. nice one joel.
a cool weekend in all, and well worth takin a sickie from work for.
on another note, i still have 10 activation codes sittin around, so if anyone knows someone that wants a livejournal, drop me an e-mail.
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[03 Jun 2003|09:59pm] |
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Well, here's my first livejournal post after kate forced me to buy a livejournal account so she could get a freebie. Note that i chose this page layout because it's called Generator, and that's a rad bad religion song. Joel's crap journal had no impact on my decision.
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