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nee jung.der syung wor.der byao may – You look like some cousin of mine (Chinese pick up line)

Sep 282006

I’m such a social commentator. I should have one of those booths with a microphone and just call things out to people who walk past, like some guy was doing the other morning in Queen Street Mall. He sat on the steps of Lush and made smart-alecky comments to everyone. There was a guy in a black trench coat and black clothes with long hair in a ponytail walking in front of me, and smart-alecky guy called out to him, “could you spare me a cigarette mate?” The trench coat guy said, “Sorry mate, I don’t smoke.” and then the smart-alecky guy said something I couldn’t hear and then said, “make sure you catch their heads when they fall won’t you?” ha! He was like, insinuating that the trench coat guy was like, a guillotine operator or something! Like, so funny! Ha! Haha! Ha. Not.

I think I ended up doing 17 files today. But I’ll check tomorrow’s report to make sure… I’m interested to see what it will actually end up being.

Napoleon keeps trying to climb up my leg, but he digs his claws right in and just hangs there for a minute before launching himself off again and then scooting off under the bed. It KILLS! (That was said like Napoleon Dynamite when he’s using the time machine). I must have forgotten the crystals. GOSH.

Today I feel relatively normal, after an emotionally volatile week or so. I feel so much better. You can’t see normality when you’re in that state of mind, and you can’t really understand where other people are coming from who are acting and thinking rationally. Rationality doesn’t even come into play. Stupid brain. Stupid chemicals.

So today, we have a story about ME! Well, not me, but the origin of my name.

Cassandra – In Greek myth, the seeress daughter of King Priam and Queen Hecuba of Troy. The god Apollo gave her the gift of prophecy in the hope of winning her heart, but she did not return his love, so he condemned her never to be believed. When Troy fell, Ajax raped Cassandra near an image of Athene. Taken to Greece as the concubine of the victorious King Agamemnon, she foretold bloodshed and refused to enter his palace. Agamemnon disbelieved her warnings and was violently assassinated. Cassandra herself was murdered shortly afterwards.

Well! Isn’t that a nice note to end on?! I agree. It’s not really. But oh well. I can’t be bothered writing any more. I’m downloading and installing the drivers for the scanner that Christian brought over.

YAY. I’m going to scan some things and then maybe I’ll post some more pictures! This is going to be a pictureless post because I’m busy with other things.

Cass was ‘ere ‘06

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Sep 282006

Here is a story to start my blog, because I am so bad at telling stories. So, this one is stolen … I mean, appropriated:

In one Chinese creation myth, two emperors decided to repay Chaos (Hun Dun) for his hospitality by giving him the bodily orifices, which he lacked. So they bored holes in his body, but killed him in the process. However, as Chaos died the ordered world came into being.

Oooooh I get it, because chaos went, order could exist. RIIIIIGHT! But chaos still exists… the entire world is chaos… just random, unconnected events!

My last blog was soooo emo. That reminds me – Rosie was talking about emo-ness last night, and about how there are different phases of the scene (I thought that Scene and Emo were two different social collectives, but then there were a lot of things I didn’t know). Rosie is in the phase where she’s not allowed to drink water. They usually like you to drink iced tea. I guess that’s why the emos… Sorry, Scene Kids just laze around all day – they’re all dehydrated and overloaded with sugar (that’s what makes them so sweet tee hee! NOT). Chris said, “so, is there a queen emo?” and Rosie said, “No, if anything it’s a king, and his name is Brent. Sometimes he’s called Brentality.” So Rosie’s on like phase 4 at the moment. You don’t HAVE to move up through the phases, so if you find a phase you like, you can stick to that. Phase 30 is Straight Edge. So hardly anyone ever reaches phase 30 I guess, because all I ever hear about the emos is them drinking on Friday night in TTP.

Also, there are apparently all different levels and groups of emos and scene kids. The most hardxcore ones are the ones that sit across from the Myer Centre, in the Queen Street Mall. I can’t remember their acronym, or what it stands for, but I do remember the one for the kids who sit in King George Square – they’re called the KGSSC (King George Square Super Crew). I’m pretty sure the ones in the Valley are called TVHG – The Valley Hardxcore Gang/group something or other.

Anyway, all very interesting. I’d like to find out more.

Beta is the bane of my existence! Give me gamma, or maybe epsilon.

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Sep 272006

I am tired!

It’s late; I should be going to sleep.

Tomorrow is payday! Yesssssssssssssssss! Then next week is another payday (because of bonus) Yessssssssssssssss! Then the week after that is another pay week! Yesssssssssssssss! I’m so paying stuff off. Then I’m going to suspend and defer like it’s going out of fashion. Which it is! Because being poor is so last week. Or so today. But not tomorrow.

I’m going to get Napoleon some kitten food, some kitten milk, some toys, a proper kitten bowl… Maybe I might put some photos in to get printed also, because I’ve been meaning to do that. I have so many to get done! But then also I have lunch with Beck tomorrow. That will be good – my first bought lunch in a long time. Beck and I always get Nandos, and that’s the only time that I eat Nando’s for lunch during the week. The only other time I eat it is with Christian. We had Nandos for dinner tonight and it was YUM!

John & Pai’s bbq was on tonight, at Southbank. Lauren made strawberries and drowned them in cream, and they tasted really good, but I feel a bit queasy now. Nathan also has issues with lactose. We were talking about when you cook with lactose free milk or cream, and eat food that tastes the same as before but afterwards you don’t feel sick, you just feel normal, and how that must be how it is for other people who don’t have lactose issues. I’ll just have soymilk usually, but I don’t drink it that much at all.

Nathan’s (work Nathan) farewell drinks are on this Friday night at the Normanby. I chastised him today for choosing such an inconvenient location. Really! That’s like… Kelvin Grove almost! Red Hill practically! How do you even get there? I guess the 379 bus goes right past it, along that road (Kelvin Grove Road?), but I never catch the 379 because I don’t know where it leaves from. Somewhere near the law courts, or the magistrates’ courts or something. That reminds me: If ever you are signing something that requires a JP or C.Dec to witness it, don’t even bother going to the Post Office. Sure they have JPs there, but they are the type of JPs who won’t say they are a JP and won’t sign stuff. What’s the point? So just go straight to the magistrates court. That’s where all the best JPs are, and you’ll always definitely find one to sign whatever you need signing.

Anyways, I think I’ll go to bed now. Maybe another blog tomorrow, I don’t know because it’s another day and I can’t look into the future!

Cave canem, te necet lingendo – Beware of the dog, he may lick you to death

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Sep 242006

Guess who is in my room right now?

Guess guess guess guess!!!!!!!!!! He’s tiny and grey and white and he goes “mew mew mew!” NAPOLEON! W00t! He is the epitome of awesome. Or awesomeness. I’m not entirely sure how to make that sentence work. I am tired and also hungry. Last night I was at Noelle’s dinner party, which was really good. Noelle seemed bothered that the discussions we were having were so heated, but I enjoyed it a lot. We were all much more comfortable with each other than the last dinner party, and so if someone had a strong opinion about something, it was totally fine for them to voice it. Likewise, if someone had a differing opinion, it created an interesting discussion. Noelle said the next morning she’s not usually so argumentative. Does that say something about my nature, that I didn’t find her argumentative? That I didn’t find our conversation too heated? I thought it was good. Everyone spoke their mind, and we were all still friends at the end of it. I had a good night. Good food, good company, good conversation…

So anyway, this morning I had to get up quite early, walk to the Toowong train station (about 25 minutes), catch the train to Narangba (about 1 hour), and then Brooke picked me up from Narangba station and we drove out to Sarah’s place at D’Aguila (about half an hour). I’m exhausted! Considering I had a late night Friday night, didn’t manage to sleep in at all Saturday for some reason, then spent most of Saturday lunchtime – mid afternoon gallivanting around the city with Calum, then had to catch the bus out to Noe’s place and walk up the hill of doom, then stayed up late at the dinner party… I’m very tired. I don’t feel like I’ve had a weekend at all, let alone a long one! I don’t want to go back to work tomorrow!

Possunt quia posse videntur – They can because they think they can

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Sep 232006

I think if I were a character in Brave New World, I would be extolling the virtues of Soma even more than Lenina. Especially for girls. Because, what can we do when our hormones are acting crazy? Just cry and make things difficult for everyone?

Why does everything have to seem so difficult at the moment? Everything is a big deal. Like, I can’t find my bra omg where is it!???? It has to be here! My life is over! Or… omg no one is answering their phones!! Or… omg I didn’t get an sms!!! Omg shut UP!

I’m drinking kahlua and coke zero, and it tastes good. I think the kahlua is really old, but it’s alcohol so it’s ok. I feel like a character from an old pirate story, swilling rum. Arrr me hearties! It’s International Talk Like A Pirate Day! I forgot! (Until now that is). I could have been talking like a pirate all day, and no one could chastise me or make fun of me for it! My one opportunity, gone in the confusion of over-tiredness. Gosh!

I just read a story about St. Eustace, and it sounded like something that would happen to the Flanders’s on The Simpsons. St. Eustace was walking through a forest one day when he happened upon a stag (male deer for those of you who aren’t so well-versed with the whole animal terms in the animal kingdom and etc) who held a cross in his antlers. I have no idea why, he just did. These stories have no reasons for anything, you understand. So anyway, that experience made St. Eustace convert to Christianity. It didn’t help him one bit! First, his wife got stolen by pirates, then his son got stolen by lions AND bears (oh my!). They ended up being reunited though. But then, Hadrian, the Emperor of Rome at the time, found out about his conversion and persecuted St. Eustace and his family for refusing to worship idols (like Australian Idol. As if you would expect anyone to worship that. Well, maybe if you were a Channel 10 executive. But as if, if you were actually living in the REAL WORLD, you would expect anyone to worship that. When I was in an advert for something that was showing on Channel 10, and we got some advert producer to come down and oversee the whole thing {back when I was 17 and drank some very good beer I purchased with a fake id. my name was Brian Magee.} and I said how much I hated the infomercials, especially that one about that cooker thing that cooked everything INCLUDING corn bread and chilli! And he said, “oh I quite like them, I don’t think they’re a waste of time at all, they’re very informative!” Yeah, if you’re naive or an IDIOT! Lawl) by throwing them in a pit with wild animals that were supposed to tear them all to pieces, but St. Eustace and his family ended up taming the animals, and Emperor Hadrian ended up just throwing them in a brass furnace shaped like a bull. Random. Welcome to Hell, ye olde underworlde, where all your imagined imaginings of life after death are either verified or stomped into the red-hot-dust.

So, yeah. Tonight was fun. I am now writing this after returning home from the party. Tomorrow night I have a party at Noelle’s place, where you can either wear white & gold or black & silver. I’m going with black and silver because actually I don’t own anything that’s gold. Apart from jewellery. Actually, I guess I could do white and gold, but it wouldn’t be pure white and gold and I’m pretty sure Noe would pull me up on that one. But I have such lovely gold jewellery! Maybe I will.

Did you know that everyone has an uncle Trevor? I have an actual uncle Trevor, not a fake one. He’s real. He’s married to Judy and they have three kids: Mark, Nicole & Abbey. I’m bored and tired. I’m going to go to bed. GOODNIGHT!

If love is a drug then we’re all sober

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Sep 222006

I don’t like it how Singstar came out and made everyone take themselves too seriously. You can’t have fun with it, because it’s the lines on the screen telling you that you can’t sing. If you’re not concentrating on getting it perfect, and you’re just having fun, you’re up and down and vocally spewing all over those bars on the screen. How many points did you get? Oooh 300! Luuuu zzz errrrr.

Anyway. I maybe might get Napoleon tomorrow. That’s a big maybe though, because really we were always planning for Sunday, and we don’t know if the person who is looking after the kittens is working Saturday or not. And I haven’t heard from Brooke because she hasn’t been in to work since Sebastian broke her nose!

I’m tired. I have to find this number so I can cancel this appointment. Seems like that’s all I’m doing lately – cancelling things. Or causing problems. Either way, it’s dumb. I just spoke to the vet and I’m sad.

Everyone is a mooen, and has a dark side which he never shows to anybody – Mark Twain (& Chris)

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Sep 202006

I went to bed at 8:30pm (that used to be our bedtime when we were younger. WEIRD! We never got to watch any cool shows like Melrose Place, Pacific Palisades, X-Files…) because I was tired and everything was boring and so I was falling asleep. And then I woke up at 3am! I thought it would just be like a little wake up and look around and then I go back to sleep again, like how a cat does, maybe even turn around in a circle as well. But no! I’m still awake! I had to write a comment on Christian’s blog because it was MINTERESTNG. Everyone has been talking about Frank Spencer lately, and I think it’s a sign. I think he’s going to come back and make fools out of us all, just as he made a fool out of himself all those times.

Oh it’s Lauren’s birthday TODAY! Happy birthday LAUREN. I hope you’re still asleep because it’s not good to get up this early on your birthday, then you have to carry the birthday positivity right through until you go to sleep and you’ll be all tired and it’ll be hard. Especially for you, who cannot cope with even just a little missed sleep.

I am never staying up for a whole night again and then going to work and then never recovering the sleep that I missed. It just stuffs me up too much. I keep going to bed early but I have an entire night of missed sleep to make up, and it’s going to take ages for me to get it back. Unless I sleep in for like… half the day on Saturday, but what if Saturday we can get Napoleon? I don’t want to waste time!

Zzzz. I think I’m probably tired enough to go to sleep now. Goodnight! Gute nacht!

yo mnomma
Benyamin sent an email with this on it. It originally said “No! We no see your cat!” etc. But I made it funnier by changing it in paint. Yo momma. Lol.

This is Calum, Chrissie & me crying a river on Michelle’s last day as team leader. How will the new team leader go? We’ll have to wait and see!

bridge to brisbane

Lol. Calum’s version: Bridge to Brisbane River. Record time: 5 seconds. Haha. For those who don’t get it: he means jumping off the bridge into the river. Probably the gateway.

Johnny Depp Gilbert Grape Penn Badgley John Tucker Must Die

No, these aren’t the same person! One is Johnny Depp in What’s Eating Gilbert Grape? And the other is Penn Badgely from John Tucker Must Die. How weird is that?! Pretty weird. But good. Maybe if BOTH pictures were greyscale this would work better, but meh.

Nigel puppy Carindale

A nigel puppy, and puppy twins at Carindale pet shop.

toys carindale

More toys thanks to the toyshop at Carindale (can’t remember what it is called, but it’s near Myers)

Some disgusting game at the toyshop at Carindale. Check out the Q-tip pointed at HIS NOSE with something gross on the end. Nice realism.

new york slice valley
A little part of the cityscape on the wall at New York Slice was ripped off, and this sticker stuck on there. POURQUOI, MES AMIS???

new york slice chris valley
Chris enjoying some New York Slice.

Harley New york slice valley

Harley being a poseur (again!) at New York Slice on the most fun and longest (and most random) night out on record. GO HARLEEEEEY!

peepee stuffonmycat.com

Peepee’s big break as a star on stuffonmycat.com. (No, it’s not actually Peepee, but it does look a lot like him, and he would wear a saddle! What were you thinking, Peepee??!)

Stop hitting yourself

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Sep 182006

What’s the definition of sad? The last five emails in my gmail inbox (on the google homepage preview window of gmail) are from MYSELF. “Lol”. When you write “lol” (lol with quotation marks) it means that you’re actually saying lol. Like… Loll. Lawl. Rosie does it all the time. I say that it’s irritating, but secretly I find it inexplicably amusing. Secretly because I don’t want Rosie to know she might be funny, then she’d get an even bigger head than she has already with her teased-up rock star hair. And that would be disastrous.

Actually, it’s really not that sad that the last four emails are from myself. The only people who send emails to that gmail account are Noelle and Clare usually, and I send emails to that when I want to save pictures I’ve drawn in paint at work. So… yeah. That’s my excuse. Good excuse. I’m a good excuse.

Soooo… not much happening. New team leader started today. I got a fair bit of work done… it was a nice nothingness day. I mean, I did stay back an hour and a half, but I got a lot done in that time. I don’t know why, but I like doing high-value loans better than the smaller ones. If a loan is like… $20,000.00, I’m just thinking, “what kind of a house has a 90% lend at $20,000.00? And do you know what the answer is? NO HOUSE. It doesn’t exist. Maybe there was one house once, it was $35,000.00, in outback Victoria. But it can go jump (a joke from an old joke book… Q: What animal can jump higher than a house? A: All animals, because houses can’t jump! Oh lawl.)

Ok. Bedtime for me. No photos today because I accidentally navigated away from photobucket. Silly me. They can be posted next time I get around to making a blog (when will that be? I don’t know.)

What’s “trip up”?

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Sep 112006

Today was a nothing day. Highlight was when Calum gave me a letter and an accompanying $20 note. Best letter ever! Best bus fare ever! Kudos Calum! I wanted to scan the letter in and post it on this blog, but I cannot as there is no scanner here for me to use (the city is here for you to use! agh when will the soundtrack stop?!). Other than that… I was planning on conveying tonight but now it’s getting late and I’m too tired. I’d rather write this blog and post some photos then go to bed. So I’ll just work on that tomorrow.

Some photos:
Skittles & Napoleon
Napoleon! (on the right) Hopefully I will get him this weekend – if he eats his food properly during this week. I can’t wait! Please little Napoleon, eat up! Grow big and strong so you can come live at my house! He’s so cute.

Casbot's best friend
I am my own best friend in a possum hat at Scoot’s apartment. He had a cool Apply computer with a web cam type thing built in, and image effects that we got to play with. They were pretty funny.

Me, Chris & Scoot on Scoot’s bed. Awww chummy!

Neo, cat king
Christian’s cat Neo looking regal. He rules the cat kingdom.

Free hat! In the school garden on voting day, while I was waiting for Chris to speak to the lady who told him he’d never been enrolled anywhere. Gosh! Idiot!

me & Chris
Chris wanted to make me delete this photo, but now I’m posting it to see if he notices. Are you mad, Chris?

Me & Lily
Me with little Lily (Bibs).

Maybe it’s the beer talking, Marge, but you got a butt that won’t quit

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Sep 102006

Agh I’m such an idiot… I had just written about a three paragraph (yes, MY paragraphs) blog, and then I pressed ALT + 154 to see if I could make a little U with dots on top for UBER! But it just took me home! Back to Google! And I lost everything I’d written! It’s so easy to be dumb when you’re pressing random keys on the computer.

Anyways, I’m so tired right now. I’m thinking… I’ll just write this another time. I should just go to bed. Whatever. Today was okay. I went to bed early last night, slept in until 7:45am, then just lounged around until Chris called and asked if I wanted to go to the carwash (to the carwash yeah!) So I got dressed and then we went to Carindale and looked at the puppies in the pet store. Then we just walked around aimlessly, stayed in the toy store taking photos of mildly amusing products until the employees asked us if we were done (they were closing) and then we went back to the car and drove around for seriously about 2 hours because we couldn’t figure out anything else to do. Neither of us had any money, and there was nothing we could do without money except for drive around, so that’s what we did. We drove down the little dippy hill on Lorimer Terrace near Kelvin Grove State High about five times, the last few times Chris put in a soundtrack for so we could have a fitting song to listen to as we went down the dip. It was a lot of fun. Then we came back to my place, ate steup (stew/soup/wintertime curry) and played on the computers. I figured out how to set up the wireless router so now both my computers can access the Internet (though I hate connecting through wireless, because it drops out for NO REASON! I mean, come on D-Link, the router is right there, like 50cm from where you are. Why can’t you just do what you were made to do? LAZY!

Yesterday I went and voted. As we were walking through the gate of the school where we had gone to vote (one house and a road away from where I live) I saw the poster for the liberal party candidate. I said, “Der look at the liberal party candidate, ’sif you’d vote liberal.” really obnoxiously, and then when we were coming back out again after voting, I saw the actual guy from the poster standing there. He looked at me straight and said, “Have a good one.” So he had been standing there the whole time. I burst out laughing, as we got further away from the school. Then last night when we went to night owl, Chris and I were standing in the queue waiting to be served, and some man went and stood in the doorway and made the alarm keep going off because he was standing in the sensor. I was kind of drunk and I yelled (at the sensor thing, not at the man) “Shut up! Gosh!” and the guy looked at me angrily and stormed off.

Anyway, I’m falling asleep right here so I’m going to sleep.

Nighto! Photos tomoz if you’re lucky!

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