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tuesday, may 27th, 2003
**jann arden - sleepless**
ppl who didn't come to matrix tonight... namely franki poo, i hope whatever you were doing was worth it. there was not as much legitimate storyline as the orignal =$, but that's to be expected from most sequels. some of it was a bit overdone. but... more action ^^. more flesh ^^. more money blown on useless crap ^^. yayness v(^.^)v.
i need to talk to you. you know who you are. i can't believe that you would not know anything. you see everything. and so i need you to be blunt. more blunt with me. because you know i'm three quarters stubborn and then some surplus amounts of other useless/unwanted traits/feelings. it's the taboo we seem to relegate to ... us, that hurts me the most. and even though promises don't seem to mean that much to you, given your 50/50 hit and miss rate... but because you promised me once... so... call me, sometime, ok?
now... hmm... 11.52pm... back to chinese essay like a good lil girl... 12.00am... 12.30am.... essay is not gonna happen is it?

monday, may 26th, 2003
**sozzi - letting go**
because if i don't laugh, i'll have to cry.

saturday, may 24th, 2003
**michico ft verbal - tha superstar**
If one stands on the corner of Russel and Swanston long enough, one is bound to run into half of one's old school, as well as countless acquaintances from several higher education institutions, who, despite claiming to have better things to do since graduation last yr, cannot seem to leave the area within a km radius of White House.
Mum called at rather early hour of 10pm on the pretext of
1) Chinatown = SARS. Get home right now.
2) Melbourne CBD is possible terrorist target. Get home right now!!!
3) you're with a guy? GET H-- oh, Kean? Well, come home anyway.
And being the devoted, fillial daughter that one is, skulled my last daiquiri so fast almost choked. Which, in my meagre, blurry opinion, was possibly a much more imminent and stupid cause of death than the three feared by my sweet but hysterical mother.
In any case, Phone Booth was a better movie than i expected. The ending was cheesy, as most endings are, but there were some very well excecuted camera angles.

wednesday, may 21st, 2003
**heartsdales - thru with you**
two things i hate: waiting and uncertainty. now add to that guilt, cowardince, involuntary tear ducts that won't stop for stupid, stupid reasons = today. very good.

tuesday, may 20th, 2003
**tyler ft DABO, big O - two timing**
i'm not sulking... i'm being wistful. it's healthy once in a while. and it goes so perfectly with the rain.

saturday, may 17th, 2003
**tasha ft double - double trouble**
saw xmenII last night, two weeks after most other ppl, with some of lemming friends who frustrate me sometimes, but mostly who i love. it was a good movie, no matter wot anyone else might say. and i made it home by midnight, so no one say anything.*glare*
that.... even now, i still keep looking to him for some sort of affirmation... of what? *laughs* i can't even remember. or i inherently know, but don't want to, too stubborn, to acknowledge. and ...why?!? ...out of nostalgia, or sheer habit than any real necessity, from having been made to wait for so long. silly. it's time consuming, and hopelessly futile. and not fair, (and unhealthy!), on anyone. especially us.

thursday, may 15th, 2003
**michico ft LL bos, big O - bad boy life**
Thursday is the loneliest day of the week. It's not like the livelier weekend days, it doesn't hold quite the same abhorrence as the start of the week, or the importance of Wednesday the Mid Week Milestone.

tuesday, may 13th, 2003
**k ft verbal - after the silence**
There’s a lot that I want to say here, today... a lot of days... but I’m too chicken shit to say it. There's a lot of chronology here, as selective a reality as it projects, but only recently have I managed to synchronise that with....
Maybe because I don’t trust you enough, whoever you are. That's my fault, cynical by nurture. Because if I'm afraid that if I told you what I was thinking, really, to be completely honest, let the shit flow, that even if you don’t end up hating me, you would know too much about me. Because with knowledge comes power, and it’s unfair, and extraordinarily intimidating that I know nothing about you. Because an audience, even if indirect, and to some extent invisible, is still and audience, audiences critique. Because every little thing I say might end up hovering in the air above us, menacing, lingering unnecessarily between us, so I simply can’t afford to take such a risk. Because a lot of things.
typical. shifting the responsibilities of my problems onto someone else. agonised for a minute whether I should that just then. It makes no sense, and is very condescending. But it's staying. Just as a little footnote to myself, that I was just a little more than this shallow verbiage.

friday, may 9th, 2003
**m-flo - you were right**
missed lunch appointment with linda and dilini after chinese... um. why? coz raymond ho is very distracting. i can sorta see where his rep comes from. heh. and other things... there's like some sort of weird relationship crisis bug going around the last couple of weeks. if only you could get injections for that. i've been safe so far, but need to be careful, many hapless victims moping around around, could be contagious.
look! look! it's an H1!!! H1!! ^-^ uwai~! uwai~!. who says i don't work hard, eh?

monday, may 5th, 2003
**50 cent + eminem - patiently waiting**
dragged sorry ass to linguitistics lecture for the first time since... hell i can't remember when. resolved to sit to attention and take detailed pretty notes... but fell asleep instead which kind of defeated the whole purpose of waiting bumming around uni for five hours previous to that. bumped into linda and went stupid on the jumping castles a little before visiting the architecture building, oohed and ahhed at the 2nd yr landscape models made with foam cardboard and wire trees. what's that feeling? nostalgia? jealousy?
incidentally... about that rather battered and mangled promise to myself to stay at home and study for the next four weeks thing: "annie, you're so full of shit you're gonna explode" would just about put it eloquently.

friday, may 2nd, 2003
**maniacal laughter**
One AM and with seven hundred words to go on my media essay, innumerable tea refills, and three lemon chuppa chups, i was online playing with iconic animals, and painting my nails with rather unsavory new shade of brown nail polish, the purchase of which, and other non essential TWBall related items have very effectively bankrupted me. So Tonight Had Better Be Worth It.
Will remember from now on, that media analysis assignments are NOT yr 12 English Language essays to be waffled through on the 25min train ride to school, the word count will not be reached just by blindly adding random adjectives, and next time, needs to be started more than 12 hours before it's due. In fact, if i'm not hung over again, tomorrow looks rather promising.

tuesday, april 29th 2003
**DABO - playboy bunny**
When i said that i had no plans to go to any uni balls at the start of the year, i wholeheartedly planned it that way. When i stumbled home sunday afternoon and realised that i was four weeks behind my work, i promised myself that i would not be going anywhere until the end of exams. Ellie laughed at me when i told her.
well... TW ball is this friday. and i have a dress now, so i'm going. just to make up numbers for the table. and it's only a few hours. i won't even go to the after party. and i'll try to con someone to drive me home really early, before midnight if at all possible, lest i turn into a pumpkin.

sunday, april 27th 2003
**princess superstar ft bahamadia - too much weight**
it was freezing cold and bucketing down when i woke up on ben's floor, and kept bucketing down while i read his brothers jap dictionaries, raided his fridge and tormented beefy, ambling home, and still it keeps raining.
andy's party was pretty good. all the better since he paid for all of the, gosh, forty or so people there, most of whom were very nice, and all very nice looking. WeiCheng got Andy Tommy H, wrapped in serviettes BLee style, which we all chipped in for, but I don't like, it shmellsh fooney. =p Den we drove down to knox, wherein pool tables were involved, such that the plan to crash cathy's party was soon forgotten by the guys. so yup. i swear i'm a lot better at online pool. no, really.
Mum says that the neighbour's dog (who is staying with us for a week) slept on my bed last night. nice to know. well... no walkies for you today then. heh.
Happy Birthday, Mr Andrew Lin.

thursday, april 24th 2003
**obie trice, eminem, 50 cent - love me**
it's good to see Ami again. Sydney is working out very well for her.
some days i wonder idly whether i'll ever manage to make friends like my high school buddies. superficially it feels like i do a lot of smiling and waving during any given uni day, but on those whimsy, rainy days... who do i call?

monday, april 21st 2003
**listen to that computer hum**
mum's dinner party things was tonight. wherein she gets to sit and smile and make pleasant small talk and look beautiful while i run around the kitchen like a constipated chicken thanking the powers that be that i didn't go into hospitality after all.
the goat cheese dumplings were soggy, and so served the salmon cucumber niblits for appetisers instead, while the dumplings dried off in the oven with the pasta bake to keep it company. no luck... still limp. couldn't find asparagus this morning and made do with string beans, which are fine, beans are cool, but i still think asparagus would have looked a lot more chic. there wasn't enough pasta. ho hum. and to top it all off, the latte pudding thing i had tried to make last night didn't set very well (actually it was mostly still liquid. i suck), but sara lee was there to save the day.
no one complained or died or retched in the bathroom after: a minor victory. i need a bigger kitchen. and a new wok.

friday, april 18th, 2003
**lauren hill - ex-factor**
So then it's clear now. His hands are just his hands, and his lips are just his lips... wherever they may be at the moment, that's all they are... nothing more. I couldn't distinguish them for certain out of a pack of hands and lips. He still smells the same, the comforting familiarity of him hasn't changed.
But when i tried to find it last night, that same fluttering desperation to be near him which had plagued me for so long, back then. It wasn't there.
And so there was momentary confusion, blurry alcoholic panic that maybe it hadn't ever been there at all... sifting through the murky layers of Before, just a glimmer of pain surfaced from the uncertainties, solid enough that I knew, definitely, that there had been, once, a time when his hands were more than his hands. However long ago, and however determindly it will be made to be forgotten after tonight.

thursay, april 17th, 2003
**tashannie - can't take it anymore**
Celebration of the end of first term began with underwear shopping with reluctant D on this fine, fine autumn afternoon, and will continue later with cocktails at Embassy with various individuals Later. It has been a rather uneventful seven weeks of uni, bottoms up that the rest of semester will be better. Ganbai~! ^^
Please take care over the Easter break, girls and boys. =)

sunday, april 13th, 2003
**chemical brothers + beth orton - alive alone**
I hate pre-boiled water. The taste of it. Hate the way it makes me feel bloated and boring. But I keep drinking it. Convinced that it's good for me, free from the germs of tap water. it burns my throat.
It tastes especially offensive when drunk out of a polystyrene cup, as I do on Sundays, when I forget to bring my bottle and start losing my voice.
Polystyrene cups too, I hate. The tactile noise of it. The way it scarrs permanently when my fingernails, wine red, happen to scratch it accidentally. So riduculously delicate, weightless, pampered almost. And I feel like i've ruined it. As though this mass produced piece of non recyclable junk filled with boiled water could have some assemblance of feeling; or that a scratch would lower it's 'bride price', perchance it is sold like a pig at some marriage auction at a later date. "oh look, PolyCup #333DFR4556TH89 is disfigured." And the ugly polystyrene cup would cry, from shame and anger, tears of bland, luke warm water.

saturday, april 12th, 2003
**carlos santana ft musiq - nothing at all**
am sick. had a fever last night and retired to sleep at the impressive hour of 7.30pm. on a relative scale, feeling much better today, though still like crap. i'm reliably informed that it isn't some sort of lovesickness, taking some comfort from that. mum says my face looks very 'qin', but since that word can mean green or blue, or white, or black, i'm not sure what she's trying to say.
and a special msg to my girl ramya: honey, I hope you've started saving up. to reiterate, just in case you missed it in all the 'excitement', i sincerely advise you against betting against me on this. usually i have no complains if someone wants to give me money, but ur my friend, and the odds are so much in my favour $D so if you wanna back out, you can have until monday to email me back your intentions. virginal butterflies, my ass.

wednesday, april 9th, 2003
**salt and pepper - shoop**
check it out~! proud new owner of latest milan kundera novel. that's right! hardcover~! ^o^. am now only two short of a full collection. so very very poor now, but much happier than i was this morning. perhaps a nice, tame impossible love story novel will take my mind back to right place. not.

monday, april 7th, 2003
**j-lo + ll cool j - all i have**
alice has put photos up of the first half of friday night (the other half being mostly of kean's horny dog on my camera), before i ditched her at the station. she keeps apologising about the photo quality, but personally, i say the blurrier the better. $) thanx ally!

sunday, april 6th, 2003
**princess superstar - i love you, or at least like you**
out of the blue... "if we weren't friends, annie, i'd go down on you in a second."
uh. huh. ...excuse me while i stand over here and look for the appropriate facial expression that i'm going to look at you with for the next half an hour. !~O_o;! ah, close nuff. really should not have told me that while i was sober. now i'm going to have to obssess over it and feel paranoid around you indefinitely.

saturday, april 5th, 2003
**racheal kane - happy messy love**
mildly unsuccessful attempt at a get very sloshed birthday party last night (after midterms, d, i promise), despite the best efforts of the guests, and probably largely due to my inability to hold a sane conversation. fairly average food, very nice surprise cake, less than average service. none the less... thanks heaps to those who came, i'm very touched. in particular to regan who helped me pull this off, sorry for ditching you L3, dude, IOU1. much love to my purty girls at the funky table (yeah, you sexy). and a special mention to people who i didn't previously know (jack and co.) but have been keen to meet, who were nice enough to come as well (thanks karan). ^^. for some unconceivable reason, it turned out to be something of a macrob and mhs reunion. only broke two nails bowling this time, think i ish improving. ddr is another matter altogher, save to say that my score is somewhere around half of alice's score, and futher half that of ben's score. apologies to frank, if you read this, but you really are very nice to hug =D. and to those who didn't show... *cough* didntmissallthatmuch *cough*
went home with beefy to his new whoop whoop hallam pad to watch pirate dvd of chicago, among other reasons. i really should stop spongeing off this guy, and get my own drink-mixing, foot-massaging, breakfast-making hugging pillow. he's put on a lil weight lately, and therefore much nicer to sleep with. heh. as always, his patience in putting up with the very difficult me is comendable. his fluffy is one horny dog indeed.
i'd write more, but i can't seem to remember what happened exactly... =p. this is a rather long entry anyway. well i'm sure karan will write a much more eloquent chronology of events soon, and alice will probably have photos online eventually.

wednesday, april 2nd, 2003
**boomcat - the reckoning**
monday... tuesday... wednesday... birthday!
grudgingly started planning my psuedo birthday party on monday night, with lots and lots of help from regan. too many of my favourite people have employment commitments on friday nights $***(. not very happy about this. not happy about anything lately. we shall see... oh btw for anyone who reads this before tomorrow: no presents. bring a friend, but i'm not paying for you. if i've been stupid enough to forget to invited you, just give me a call, or show up at the taiwan cafe before eight. after eight, we'll be somewhere in crown.
the bastard sent me a blank card. exactly what is that suppose to mean?

saturday, march 29th, 2003
**BOYSTYLE - empty world**
instead of freaking over the phonetics assignment (10% weighting), studying for monday's jap test (10% also) and tackling the pile of last week's unread Age papers, decided to make a new layout for winter. Even if there is two more months to go before i can legitimately upload it here, can't wait now ^^. it will cater for a slightly larger screen resolution, and feature funky dancing ameoba looking shapes ....yeah. IDK, without a scanner/digicam, and little pet peeve about using other people's pictures (eg, anime), i'm fast running out of things to do with my very limited photoshop skills.

friday, march 28th, 2003
**50cents - in the club**
man, that raymond can draw! i havn't been this impressed by anyone in a while (such an extent that i almost don't mind having butthead ben cancelling on me. heh). damn, i wish i had a scanner. uh, bevis' stuff is ...good... too, very hmm, detailed. the horny man-ho,especially was most exquistely rendered.

wednesday, march 26th, 2003
**heartsdales - right now!**
LeeLian bought the red boots that I wanted. awwww =(. so now even if i could afford to, i can't go off and buy them because we would both look stupid if we wore the same boots. *sigh*
he has a freaking harem, flittering around behind his pretty little peach shaped ass...

tuesday, march 25th, 2003
**eminem - superman**
It was a stupid thing to do. stupid. But I had to know. Even if I really didn't have time for this right now.

sunday, march 23rd, 2003
**tupac - do for love**
First day in Class three. I'm so fucking bummed out. Was losing voice by the last lesson. -_-; got into delicate, borderline-civil spat with Ms C from Class 5 just before I went home, regarding the circumstances of my parents split. Three years ago I might very well have bitch slapped her. but now... well... i'm thinking it's rather ridiculous that she still finds something that happened three years ago, and has nothing to do with her, so damn fascinating. of course, that doesn't mean i'm over it. but geez, just shut the fuck up.
quote of the day goes to defence analyst on CNN:"...we don't want to damage the infrastucture of baghdad... in a few days we going to own that country."ke.

friday, march 21st, 2003
**alicia keys - mr man**
too cold to go to protest rally, and really, i don't see how any more protesting is going to change the way key events are being shaped now. great for human interest story sections on the evening news, but really... so plz stop trying to force anymore socialist leaflets down my throat, i already had three lunches today.
erm. not sure whether am hallucinating or not. keep thinking i'm seeing one hot corean eye candy around campus. everywhere. wtf O_o. i took a walkman instead of my usual MD to school so i could listen to the news, but most of it just went right over my head, because that can't be him over there, and there, and there, and there... and so was mostly very poor conversationalist during lunch break... freaking distracting bastard. he said he'd come to next week's lectures. but then he said that the week before too. ch.

thursday, march 20th, 2003
**CNN relay**
slight inkling of sumfin BIG going down and dragged ass out of bed just in time for the beginning of the news coverage of the minor air raids 93min after the expiry of the exodus deadline. so spent the last five hours chained to the real time coverage a la US stations, across all five commercial aust channels, before TEN and ABC broke off to cater for the Bob the Builder and Bold and Beautiful fans. I am extrodinarily unqualified to do any sort of in depth commentary here, save to say that i managed to take a lot of notes, acquire a great many questions, and really hope tomorrow will offer chances to debate said questions... so... uh gosh, all these journos have video conferencing phones, with quality sim to low grade porn. and i would really, really like to know whether GWBush needed to take a temazepan or two before he 'retired for the evening'.

monday, march 17th, 2003
**m-flo - chronopsychology**
eye candy didn't show up to lecture. neither did kerri. coincidence? or something more *dum dum dum* =***( all that trouble to find a way of saying 'kiss me' in grammatically correct corean. at least i finally got to take some notes for a change =p small consolation as it is.

sunday, march 16th, 2003
**mobb deep, 112 - hey love**
Ms H is going off to have a bay-bey, so i'm being moved to teach Class 3 next week, the same lot that I used to tutor last year. This is kinda cool. It means that I can't really waffle my way through any more cut-and-paste-and-make-a-catepillar lessons, and actually do more lesson prepping and be entertaining in a more intelligent way, but I was starting to run low on coloured paper anyway. I haven't really grown attached to any of my lil class except maybe Adlina, who is the prettyiest little asian girl i have ever seen. She had her hair in cho-kawaii pigtails today and I so very much wanted to kidnap her. I can only hope that the 'third years' don't happen to know too many words that I dont know. heh. How scary.

saturday, march 15th, 2003
**alicia keys - why don't you call me**
Broke a nail bowling with the taiwanese club. (my first club activity for the year, since mostly i can't be bothered getting dressed on thursdays just to claim free food from my other clubs). i suck pretty bad. but better than i expected considering how many years since the last time i went bowling. had promised myself before i went that i would come home straight after it and slave over all work that i hadn't done in the last two weeks. well... as it turns out, getting home took four hours longer than it should have. i'm blaming this one on beefy, who i for some random inconceivable reason dragged along with me. he knows i have no self control and shouldn't have let me push him around as i did, making him listen to me heeheeing on non stop about hot korean boy who manages to half my IQ with one diphthong vowel. by gawds he(beefy) has a lot of patience.

friday, march 14th, 2003
**princess superstar - wet wet wet**
simply must go and read up some more on the cons of censorship and media control in contemproary china. first tute today and i have already found a chinese national to lock horns with on the subject. having an ortho app with my HOT ortho prevented me from finishing off the very satisfying psuedo argument, and i fear that if we shall ever engage in such a discussion... well, it seems i've already used up all my best illustrative examples. i don't know when i got so belligerent. usually a muffled snigger and a fleeting sneer is enough, and i'll happily let most issues slide. mish (?) says this is exactly why she's avoiding any sort of serious journalism. oh well. a little background research can't hurt anyone. and it should keep me somewhat occupied and sane until monday afternoon's linguistics lecture =D.

wednesday, march 12th, 2003
**mary j blige + ja rule - rainy dayz**
i got the number of my minor obsession for the last week, finally. ^.~ (have i mentioned this before? no? ho... well he is hot dude) It's usually pretty easy for me to ask for a number, i have no shame ha ha... but he's so deliciously distracting i go all hee hee during my lectures with him, and can barely string together a grammatical sentence. thus, creating double the amount of work for myself, having to go home and dl the lecture notes off webraft, because for 55mins all i can do is sit next to him in a stupor, listening to him echoing vowels in his beautiful voice, adorably accented. mmmmm... I hope i get over this quickly. i don't particularly relish all this extra work. it would help if we could just skip this rather vocal phonetics/phonology section altogether, or at least cut down on the vocal exercises.
not much else is happening in my other classes admittedly. seas of chicks, much like high school. it's still at that stage of the year when everyone is very civil to each other, and smiling a lot. i need a kanji dictionary.

tuesday, march 11th, 2003
**ja rule + ashanti - mesmerise**
tired. -_-; so much work. since when are we on page 112??? wtf?
...meanwhile, quote of the day: "I must happy and smutty".

saturday, march 8th, 2003
**k dub shine - the shinging**
just got back from d's drink over. many drinks, get hangover. it's nice to be with the girls again, being decidedly stupid in a comfortingly familiar way. goldmember is oh so much more funny when one is slightly intoxicated. bleh. need shower and zzzz now.

thursday, march 6th, 2003
**do as infinity - tangerine dreams**
no classes today. looking up info on equine breeding programs for yet another stupid bet between benben and myself. there are no stakes this time. we've just run out of things to talk about, ke, and the issue of whether animals(excl humans) copulate for pleasure seemed as good as any. i remember reading in that ghastly desmond morris book that "homo sapiens are the only mammals who copulate for pleasure", but then it was a long time ago, during my yay bio phase, and i'm not sure how accurate my memory is. and then i also remember on some sbs documentary that chimps also fuck for fun. on the other hand, ben points to van wilder's dog. impressive empirical evidence indeed. so... hmm... anyway. that's my first research project since last year, and likely to be the better than most topics i look to be set for my essays this coming semester.

tuesday, march 4rd, 2003
**5566 - wa.sa.bi**
got to use the new imacs in jap prac today. AH! I want one! I want one!
that aside, i'm doing my best to smile in a non threatening way and talk to people. It's going pretty well so far. ^^

monday, march 3rd, 2003
**cibo matto - scifi wasabi**
uni... hmm... i dunno what i think just yet. mostly lost i think. it would appear that everyone in my jap lecture is at least second year jap ("hands up if you've never done 2A or 3A." annie raises hand and looks around, scared)ie, they all know each other waa~~! linguitics is as i predicted, my fav subject so far. M&C seems to like treating students like retards.
am running into many interesting ppl who i did know were going to melb.
bleh. i really don't know what to say. it's hinamatsuri. i want sweet cakes and lollies. tired.

friday, february 28th, 2003
**cam'ron ft jeulz santana - hey ma**
Mega-shite day at orientation with admin and whatnot. Would bitch about it but don't paticularly relish reliving the experience. Except for the bit of seeing a Jay Chou look-alike on the train. That jawline ^^ mmmm hmmmm.
Anyway... autumn layout. I had a LOT of trouble with this layout... strange... it's a distressingly simple design after all: copy and paste code from my old,rejected layouts. i guess because autumn leave themes and my own design history in general has involved altogether too much orange as it is... (i wanted brown this time). but alas... it's orange again =p. This version is probably 6.6 or 6.7 but as i made the splash page image first, i couldn't be bothered changing it again. Oh well, it's not like anyone actually comes here for the 'design'.
There's something wrong with the links at the bottom of the page. the cursor doesn't seem to want to change, among other things. Can anyone help? This coding incompetent chicki would be v v greatful. ^^;
Uni starts on Monday with 9am lecture, running until almost 6:30pm, if my farked up timetable is right. Bloody Mondays.