I consider myself lucky to have Nathan as my brother in law (unofficially, until next year, but he is already part of the family). I have the benefit of his empathy and understanding of situations from a male point of view, which is a very useful and precious thing. It’s easy to get caught up in the hurt of previous experiences, to say, “I can’t handle this”, and to hold yourself back from ever opening up to someone again (because with that one act, you are opening yourself up to be hurt in one of the worst ways possible, in an emotional sense). However, it is with Nathan’s encouragement that I am taking things as they come, and being content with feeling content, and not questioning everything all the time.

Chris is also a wonderful help in this way. Our friendship is very important to me. It’s amazing to have an understanding of where each other is coming from. I must remember to take real notice of his advice, though sometimes I’m not in a position to be able to do that. Also, I have to apologise to him (sorry Chris!) for never believing his outrageous stories which later turn out to be true. And Willy’s stories never turn out to be true! Or very rarely anyway. It’s not Chris’ fault that he has such an interesting life. But I know that this isn’t going to stop me from doubting him again… I think that’s just the way that I am, and the way he is.

And also, I miss Tim because he’s overseas!

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So anyway, I went to see a couple of movies this weekend. Two in a row, actually. On Saturday afternoon, at Rosie’s cinema, I saw “The Curse of the Golden Flower” with Rosie, and then following that, I saw “The Lives of Others” with Mum, Helen & Noelle. They were extremely different movies, so it wasn’t too bad sitting through two movies in a row (often at home, I can’t even sit through one movie in a row because I have to get up and walk around or do something. I think a cinema kind of forces me to sit down and watch, because I can’t just get up and go play tetris, or play with Napoleon or whatever.

Okay so firstly, if you plan on seeing this movie, be careful of reading this next bit because there are spoilers. But they might not really be spoilers… The movie doesn’t make much sense anyway, so I won’t really be ruining the story for you or anything. It’s a very incestuous movie. Starting off, the Emperor has three sons – one from his first wife (whom he maintains “died when her son was very young”), and the two other sons are to his second wife, who is the current Empress. The Empress is having an affair with the first son from the Emperor’s first wife, but he doesn’t really want to carry on with this affair anymore, he wants to run away with his new secret love. His new secret love is Chan, the daughter of the Imperial Doctor. The Imperial Doctor, meanwhile, has been following the Emperor’s orders to put poison into the Empress’ medicine that she takes every two hours, which will slowly leave her with no mental capacity whatsoever. So anyway, it turns out that the Emperor’s first wife is actually the Imperial Doctor’s current wife, and she’s not dead at all, which makes the Emperor’s first son and the Imperial Doctor’s daughter half-brother & sister. On a technicality, first son is screwing both his mother and his sister. So the Doctor’s daughter goes insane and runs off screaming, and the first son gets killed by the Emperor’s youngest son, who turns out to be a real freak (anyone surprised?) and has organised his own little army of about five or six soldiers who are efficiently butchered by the Emperor. The Emperor then goes on to bash his youngest son in the face with a huge metal belt that he’s been wearing, until the kid is mushed into the carpet. After this, they all go and sit up on a big round tower in the middle of the Imperial Palace, high above the courtyard which has been covered with chrysanthemums for the chrysanthemum festival. Then some other stuff happens, second son kills himself, and then it ends. No closure, I’ve no idea what happens. I think the Empress probably just goes crazy and the Emperor does whatever he wants to do. That’s the Tang dynasty for you. Brutal.

Second movie – Lives of others. This is about the surveillance of supposed “enemies of the state” or “suspicious persons” that was carried out by the government during the years before the fall of the Berlin Wall. In the end, it’s a beautiful story. There’s a lot of horribleness going on throughout, but humanity redeems itself by a few important acts of benevolence during a very volatile time of history. It was very interesting to see. I hadn’t thought about it, but I guess that stuff like that still goes on even today, and probably even moreso with the technology that is available now. It’s a bit scary, to think that this all happened less than 20 years ago… it’s surreal. Like a bunch of surrealists changing a lightbulb. Or like chinchan.

Also, last week was my birthday. I had a small party on Saturday 21st April at my place. So many of my favourites were there. Here is proof of their awesomeness:

 

This evening marks the close to a relatively stressful week for me. Even though it was a short week, and even though it should have been a fun week because it was my birthday on Monday, the other side of Wednesday just seemed to go to shit. (eep!)

Tim left for his holiday today, three weeks in Ireland & Scotland. I got teary when I was speaking to him on the phone before he boarded, and then afterwards, felt embarrassed in retrospect by my own emotions. How very girly of me! I think that my emotions have been stuffed around somewhat by the horrible experience I had last week. I think that perhaps I’m feeling a bit unsafe, a bit co-dependent – not just on one person, but a whole lot of people, and a bit unsure of myself. I think it’s time for me to just start taking baby steps back towards what I perceive as normality in my own life. I miss my independence. I miss feeling safe. I want to take these things back from the person who made me feel afraid to just step outside on my own.

Here are some more blasphemous images. I don’t know why people would care – God told everyone not to make false idols, so what do Catholics do? Plaster them up all over their places of worship! lol!1

 

These are some more things I could probably like or get to liking for my birthday:

* Haircut & colour @ Hairzoom (because I can’t afford it this month and I will scream or dye my hair black if I have to wait any longer with this stupid colour)

* Ninjaware for my DS

* New shoes (size 10!)

* Prepaid voucher for the new Harry Potter book at Borders (because they give you a free barn owl)

* A colour inkjet printer (one that actually comes with ink cartridges)

* Photo paper that I can print onto

* 3M Photo-paper post-its

* Yo momma

 

 

This cat is so cute. It’s from one of those Japanese TV shows, where they show the faces of different people up in the top right-hand corner for some reason.

These are thoughts I had today about myself, about my thoughts and actions and general mindset over the past few weeks… not in all things, but some.

I needed to be sure I was capable of that which I imagined, but never actually tested. My worth is not dictated by those around me. Love yourself first. You will definitely have enough left for everyone else in your life. It will be easier to tell who is deserving of your love also. You are entitled to make a decision as to who is worth your while. That is your decision and yours alone. But by the same token, you can’t change someone else’s mind or affect or manipulate their decision either.

Nothing that I do to try and force a situation, to try to force something to what I believe is the logical conclusion, is ever going to get it there.

This is a fundamental realisation, one which is strong enough to crawl upon and start learning how to stand upright again. It’s simple, but it’s not something that anyone else can tell you. There are so many things to learn about life which other people will try to tell you, but it’s not until you actually experience it for yourself, make the mistake, and learn from it, that you will really understand.

I know this might sound really wanky to some people, especially those who don’t know what I’ve been going through these past couple of months.

I know there’s something knitting and healing inside, and the healing of this still occasionally aches, but I know that this is the process. This is what needs to happen. The pain, sadness, ill-feelings… they don’t just up and disappear when I feel like I can cope with the world again. And really, I’ve been back in amongst the living for quite some time now.

I love me. I love myself, who I am and who I am not. I love my friends, the people around me who accept me and appreciate me. I love my family, who shaped and moulded who I am. I like idiosyncrasies – things that challenge me, that create lessons for me to learn in my own life.

Melancholy isn’t always a bad thing. I think it’s just like that “Wish You Were Here” song by Pink Floyd. That’s probably a really good melancholy song. Another good melancholy song is “Leif Erikson” by Interpol. And no, they aren’t paying me for all these mentions. Get a real job, GOSH!

 

Current song playing on repeat in my head is “Say Hello to the Angels” by Interpol. I can’t find a music video for it. Maybe there isn’t one?

Current song actually playing on WMP is “Change in the House of Flies” by Deftones. I don’t have the entire White Pony album, just this one song. I remember Lauren talking about an album of the Deftones where they just played all acoustic stuff. I’d like to hear it, but I can’t remember what it was. Anyway, the whole entomological theme reminds me of “The Metamorphosis” by Franz Kafka. Reading that book made me feel vaguely uneasy. I could place myself in Gregor’s skin much too easily, so I guess that in that way the writing was effective. But still, (to use an entirely banal expression) it really creeped me out. I very much like the song though.

I’d love to learn German. I never used to think about the career prospects of study (it was always just knowledge for knowledges sake) but now, every time I think of something I’d like to study, the thought comes hand in hand with “and where would that take me? What would I gain from that?” The obvious answer is “Knowledge”, which used to be the most important thing to me. Maybe I’ve started to be more practical… or boring. I don’t know. I was also thinking about the things I want to study, if they’re not going to lead into an external career, then I could just keep studying and researching until I become an expert and then I could be a university lecturer or even just do research for the universities. If I was a washed-up action-hero movie star with a German accent, I might even receive an honorary degree or two. That’d be awesome.

image123.jpgI am so tired. I’m at that point where my eyes are closing by themselves, or they’re telling me they want to close. Last night, Nathan and Lauren came over and they had a bbq, which Chris and I missed most of because we went to the supermarket. Later on, Chris and I got dressed up and went out in the Valley. We got called emos. We drove around for a while, made a video (which is on Chris’ computer so I can’t post it yet), and then went home at about 11:30pm. I didn’t end up going to bed until about 1am though, because as soon as I get on the computer I hang about for ages just doing nothing. Maybe looking at ImageChan (it’s less annoying than sifting through all the crap at 4chan to see some vaguely amusing photoshopped image) or just clicking the StumbleUpon button a million times.

image119.jpg This is not Sparta, this is me dressed up for Friday 13th. Today Chris and I went into the Valley and had yum cha (which was really expoola because we just kept getting plates of crap and not eating them!!1) and then walked around the markets for a bit. I purchased some jewellery and other stuff, as did Christopher. This afternoon we went out to Stafford and saw “300″ at the cinemas there. It was a really cheesy movie. Phillip said that it was really gory, but I didn’t think it was. There was a bit of cartoon blood splatters, and a couple of corpse piles, but nothing that offensive.

Oh btw, it’s my birthday on the 23rd (that’s not this Monday coming, but next Monday). My birthday celebrations, however, will be on Saturday 21st April starting at around 7:00-7:30pm at my house. It’s a BBQ so byo meat, or whatever. Some alcohols and foods will be provided. Others you will have to hunt and gather yourselves. We have several houses surrounding ours, which may or may not be ideal places for scavenging. Not that I am suggesting nor condoning that sort of behaviour. No siree.

I thought I would write a birthday wish list, if anyone who is buying me a present is having trouble figuring out what to get me:

* jewellery
* make-up (only for those that are sure they know what I like!)
* tetris for DS
* tickets to something good
* subscription to Frankie magazine
* noo shoes
* something mybestest branded
* a monthly two-zone translink ticket
* something lovely and surprising and thoughtful

And I could probably name a few more things once I’ve been into the city. I’m going there tomorrow afternoon after work. I’ll keep you posted.

I told a lot of people that I had seen a fox jumping on a trampoline. In case there were any doubting thomases out there (why i oughta! do these look like flesh wounds to you?) here is the proof:

Lol. Every time I see or type the word “trampoline”, I am reminded of a deep thought by Jack Handey.

If I ever opened a trampoline store, I don’t think I’d call it Trampoland, because you might think it was a store for tramps, which is not the impression we are trying to convey with our store. On the other hand, we would not prohibit tramps from browsing or testing the trampolines, unless a tramp’s gyrations seem to be getting out of control.

Lol. A random quote from Nathan which I wrote down in my phone for some reason: “The worst thing about being a rollerblader is having to tell your mum & dad you’re gay.”

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I made Tim watch the music video for my favourite (well, one of my favourites…) Interpol song, “Evil” on youtube, because of the freaky puppet. He then had to one-up me by showing me the video clip for Tool’s “Parabol/Parabola“. I just started watching it again on youtube now, and I stopped because it makes me feel like I’m looking in on a nightmare. It’s like someone is seeing this in their mind, their brain is conjuring up these freakish images, and I’m an unintended audience. It’s almost voyeuristic.

Anyway, there’s one particular part that reminds me of something out of one of my favourite books. The book is “Plague” (otherwise known as “Plague 99″, no longer in print, but you can probably find it on Amazon or Alibris if you’re curious, or just borrow mine if you know me) by Jean Ure. The part of the film clip that reminds me of the book is 3.24 minutes into the video, when the weird men rise up off the floor so that they are perpendicular to the ground, and start vomiting thick black goop onto the table in front of them in the shape of a circle. In “Plague”, the plague causes victims to spew stinking black vomit in the later stages, perhaps a couple of days before they die. The black vomit is probably caused by necrosis of the internal organs. For some reason, I like the fear that this concept instills in me, in the same way that I like being frightened in horror films – I think because it’s not real. I think this is also the reason for my fear of zombies. Logically I know that zombies don’t exist. In the world where my imagination rules (in my head), anything is possible.

Sometimes my feelings get in the way of what I really feel I needed to say. Thanks Modest Mouse. I so totally go off on a tangent sometimes. Lots of times. Always.

So anyway, tomorrow is Friday the 13th. Chris is coming up from faraway so that we may go be random in honour of this most emo of occasions. I do believe black is in order. Gentlemen, ready my steed, tomorrow we ride! (gallop gallop gallop).

Some things I have found in my travels:

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Could you please stop releasing the same song just with different lyrics and pretending it’s a brand new masterpiece?

Also, that egghead guy’s voice makes Rosie frustrated because he can’t go high enouh to sufficiently convey the emotion through the music.

Get a real job, nancies!

 

I haven’t been able to access my Gmail account since day before yesterday, and it’s starting to annoy me. It’s very inconvenient. The odd part is, I can see the summary of my inbox on my personalised Google homepage, but as soon as I click on any of the links to access it, no dice. I did a google search for “gmail down”, and came up with a google user group which was set up to let people know when Gmail is down so that they don’t go crazy and think it’s them. I could access this site yesterday, but today the page won’t load. Several other possible links that I might like to view for reassurance are also not displaying. I’m wondering what’s going on. Anyone have any idea?

On a brighter note, this long weekend has been FUN. Friday I hung out with Tim. Saturday afternoon Ro & I had breakfast in the Valley with Chris & Doonz and checked out the markets. Saturday evening, dad came up from Yamba and we had Indian take-out from Scheherezade Restaurant in Morningside (they are really good), and then we went out to John & Pai & Dan’s housewarming. It was really good to catch up with Pai (who I haven’t seen in aaaages) and John, and meet new people etc.

dsc00139.JPGWe left the party to go to Lolly’s bday celebrations in the Valley at about 12:30am. These had started off at Mustang Bar, but by that time had migrated to 299. I’ve been to 299 a few times, and the very first time we went (around the time of my birthday last year) it was so much fun. The next couple of times I went there, however, the only music they played was dirgy crap (I am very aware that it’s an emo club). This time though, it was more of how it had been that very first time. They played lots of fun songs. As we were leaving, “Take Me Out” by Franz Ferdinand started playing, and Lauren, Nathan & I went back upstairs again to dance :) .

I, as per usual, drunkenly stated my intention of walking home rather than wait in line for a cab for an hour. Nathan & Lauren ended up convincing me to go back to their place and stay in their spare room, since we would be going over to their place for lunch Easter Sunday anyway. So, we got back to theirs at about 3:00am, and didn’t end up getting to sleep until 4:30am, because we started playing Singstar and I guess that time flies when you’re drunk and having fun doing stupid shit. (I will almost never play Singstar when I am sober – it’s about as awkward to me as watching Mr. Bean. I’m not sure why…)

I woke up at about 7:00am feeling tired but otherwise fine (I love my liver). Lauren was fine too, but Nathan was pretty sick, and didn’t make it to church with the others. Dad ended up coming over and picking me up so I could go home and get changed into fresh clothes, and maybe have a nap before lunchtime.

Lunch was nice. Lauren made caesar salad, Glynis cooked a quiche and potato salad, and also cheesecake for dessert (I can has cheezcake?). We went home at about 2:30pm. I had a shower and laid down on my bed to read for a bit, but fell asleep almost immediately and didn’t wake up again until 6:30pm, when Dad had already left to drive Rosie to work then head back down the Coast. I’m a bit sad that I didn’t get to say goodbye to him before he left.

image098.jpgEver wondered what a melted wheelie bin would look like? While on our way from the car to the mall for breakfast on Saturday, I spotted this in a carpark beside the footpath, just down from the Tibetan kitchen. “Those beers are from my work!” Rosie said. “Someone got drunk at my work and then came here and set this bin on fire!”. That’s lame.

image093.jpg This is the little gingy cat that lives in Abuklea Street, near the Wilston train station. I usually see it on my way to the train in the mornings, and sometimes in the afternoons. In the afternoons, it is on the other side of the road. It’s smart because it knows which side of the road to be on at which time of day to get pats. It’s really friendly. If you go near it, it will miaow and wait for you to pat it.

So now it’s Monday. I’ve got quite a bit to do today (washing, cleaning etc) before work tomorrow. I think I should get started. I’ll probably post some more later today, but for now I’m going to put some laundry on :)

 

Link(s) of the day (I’m not sure how many I’ll put in yet)

Origins of our alphabet (cool!). Well, it interested me anyway. You don’t like it, go have a cry about it.

The origins of English

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