monday nov one.five ~ cafe del mar vol ohto ~ if i werent cramming for my exam, and maybe if i were less jaded, then maybe i might just concede that all these safeway tea light candlesa were oh so romantic. but i'm not that stupid generally, and i'm really fucking glad i'm not drinking room temprature beer no more.

sunday nov one.four ~ silencio ~ still reporting from my lair by the laundry. i went to sexpo today and i saw my corvett baby. and i touched it, and fondled it good. and then i touched it some more. and then i took some photos of me fondlin it and fondled it some more good yes good. its left hand drive. and an auto. and then i found my dream shoes. which were sold out. but i fondled the size 9 pair good too and fondled my corvett baby and then i went home. so not a bad day in all.

saturday nov one.three ~ silence ~ our fusebox blew on friday night, three in the fucking morning with a really big, resolute 'POP'. the sparky isn't coming until tomorrow. so we have no lights, no tv, no microwave at the moment. i'm currently typing this, and alternately my assignment, via a 25m long extention cord from my neighbour's back room. although it seems i'm the only one that's really been hit by this little blackout. it hasn't affected my mother's nightly phone gossip in any way wotz so eva, and the boyfriend is either out working or at a lan gaming away. so i'm sitting next to the laundry with my comp on a coffee table, wishing to hell that i had finished this crap yesterday.

tuesday nov zero.eight ~ r kelly, jay z - stop ~ dear girl two carrels down at state library on sunday,
please don't stop hitting on every guy who tries to use the catalogue next to you. its terribly entertaining to watch, on my end, until they run away and you see them going to another computer to get away from you. its just not right. do you not find yourself to be exuding a palpable aura of ... crass desperation at all? its called the Desperate Single Girl Skunk (DSGK)... very eww. i realise you're in year twelve, and under a lot of stress from exams, and probably because of that, you really need a good lay. but honestly. its obviously not working, so maybe you could at at least try a different approach, a differnt line than 'don't i know you from somewhere', might be just the ticket. eventually, i'm sure someone will fall for it, true. but you may not last that long before you explode from all that energy, and then how would you do your methods exam? maybe you could just ask little scotch boy over there to bone you good outright, sometimes, little year nine boys aren't very good at picking up on 'subtle' hints.

tuesday oct two.six ~ james, boney - i still dream ~ little doggy bums is in the hospital with a infection, or worse. he is in a cage in an isolation ward all by himself. when we go to visit him, we have to wash our shoes and hands after. he's completely drugged out and hasn't eaten since in went in there. every time he eats, he throws up. lost two kilos, and his fur feels funny. for the dog who over ate when he was a puppy to the point that he happily rolled over with his little legs and big tummy sticking up in the air, watching him not eat is entirely disconcerting.

thursday oct two.one ~ k-ci + jojo - crazy~ i'm wondering if i should bother keeping this log anymore. i don't seem to update lately until someone reminds me to. hello there. and in between i can't think of anything ot entertain you ppl with. bai.

thursday oct zero.seven ~ pixies - where is my mind ~ ass wipe assignment for hurdle subject is due tomorrow. i resent all this ass pumpingly mindless hogwash. and after a week with my head buried in said ass pumping matters, it feels like my shadow is buzzing from sugar and the lack of sleep. got rained on, a spring deluge whipping red lace.
the z3 with the nice body kit dude at uni is asian and hot hot.

thursday sep two.three ~ spiderbait - buy me a pony ~ he died, instantly on impact, with his pants around his ankles, most of him in the far left lane on the city bound side of the south eastern, just a few minutes from his turnoff. in a little suburban clique, these details get around. it had been a good drinking night, but it had also been raining.

wednesday sep one.five ~ ai + dabo - playboy ~ sometimes i can't sleep. i lie there, with or without pillows, this way and that, drag my blanket to the tv and count sheep, cows, monkeys and sloths. i read books, thick volumes of thoreau, prose, kundera, linguistics textbooks. some nights i get up an draw, transcribe lyrics with my headphones on, and barter a hug from the dog. some nights i get up and i cook. i like making soups and porriages at night. the slow simmering and the aroma of chicken, or seasoned rice. i marinade eggplants and cucumbers, and make cookies, too, when the insomia gets really bad. and then, when its all done, after i let the dog out for his morning pee, after the dishes are scrubbed and put away, i sleep. i sleep through the morning, until i'm hungry enought to get up, and i eat my porriage with my marinade greens. whatever. i this way, i get to cook a lot. probably more than i'd like to.

tuesday sep one.four ~ lisa - juicy music ~ in the last week i've handed in four assignments and a presentation. half dead, dude.

sunday aug three.one ~ craig david ft left eye & nelly - i don't love you no more ~ was hoping to put off registering for the electoral roll for at least another year, but alas i shall have to, since at my present rate of income i cannot afford to demonstrate my avid anarchism through being fined for not voting.
LATER: just a quick note to say that my darling wife, i forget her name, in moon harvest, but you know her, the one that likes animals and nags a lot, has just given birth to a sweet little bouncing boy/girl, i can't tell the diff. as of so far i have been unable to milk or sell him/her for money, it's still pretty cool. this is the third time i've been married, but the first time to actually be witness to a birthing. cigars all round.

monday aug three.zero ~ muse - absolution ~ ah... tis alas the unmistakable smell of special kind of fob.
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sunday aug two.nine ~ brandy - full moon ~ i finally got one of those pooing cow things from the club x store. hoo har. yes, i go there for their cute plushies with genitalia and other novelties such as pooing cows on a pen, that light up when you write with it. just last week i was enslaved to a fountain pen, but somehow PooMoo makes writing so much more fun.
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sunday aug two.two ~ kwon ft chingy, murphy lee - tipsy (rmx) ~ he was so sloshed that every time he tried to talk to you, his right eye would shut voluntarily. for the rest of the night, he's name was 'cyclopse'. then there was the one who had passed out on his girlfriend's lap very non chalantly. and every time his name was mentioned in passing, he would miraculously life his head up and half assedly raise a hand and chirp, 'i'm here!', then happily doze off again.
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friday aug two.zero ~ kelis - wanderland ~ hey kids. annie's very busy with things that don't pay at all, and hopes that any one of the numerous companies she's applied for will call back with opportunities for her to be busy with money. and that when they call back she won't miss their call, again and again and again like today.
well manifest was really good, though i missed most of sunday being stuck guarding two whiteboards that were fixed to the wall, and a platter of sushi that we were't allowed to eat. and you can see photos when regan puts them up. i finished my bear suit and i curse and wish i had entered the cosplay comp, and won something.
bras'n'things have a really cool new spring range.
and the chinese theatre group set department is really behind, and its not like it's my fault so ha. but we will be ready, without fail, when our play 'JIA' (ba jin's 'family') opens on the first of october, so please come and see it. i'm missing precious, precious kick your ass pool time to bring good backdrops and crappy tables to you, eh? eh?
went tour-guiding bf's rellies around ct yesterday, and found my perfect set of sunglasses at the chanel boutique on collins. which i will buy soon as i sell my left leg to a foot fetishist and buy a pair of AX thongs ($780) that would be like having two pairs (bargain) of $335 thongs since i will only have one leg.
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tuesday aug one.zero ~ katie melua - closest thing to crazy ~ it's tuesday, ladies and gentlemen, and you know what that means. it means you haven't been drunk enough to pass out in two whole days, and tomorrow is wednesday. and in four more sleeps, whether you finish your long anticipated guu costume or not, or if you've managed to miss three out of three volunteer meetings, manifest is on, special volunteer t-shirt or not. ta da.
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thursday aug zero.four ~ keane - hopes and fears ~ reading spree. busy..

tuesday aug zero.three ~ smashmouth - i'm a believer ~ something is the matter with my little samsung. keeps switching off for no good reason. i'm currently experiencing a 50-50 success rate with incoming calls. bera with me if i appear to be ignoring you. i'm not really. usually..

saturday july three.one ~ eamon - my baby's lost ~ Yes B, that's blood on my shoe. From kicking people that piss me off. or not. Why are you pissed off anyway? Not because you haven't been getting much sleep, not because these people you don't give a shit for are shitting you up the creek. you not suppose to care. You're pissed because you and A pass each other every day with a nod, maybe a few words, and all the while you know he doesn't consider you a friend anymore. You're pissed because all the people who say they're call, don't. And vice versa. You're pissed because you miss H, his expensive smell and his hair that makes you jealous. And you don't know why. And you're pissed because a lot of irrelevant things and you have no plausible way to vent it, except to pass it off as something righteous and non food related.
Remember N? She's the one who, at the age of seven, taught you that silly peel off the petals, loves me, loves me not. You wonder where she is now... she seems like the sort of person who'd go off to do IB, and then eventually law, and marry a rich skip snag, and be happy for a while, and then unhappy, divorce him, and marry him again. She sat next to C in class, back then. The envy of every other girl because of that one, trivial, accidental fact. She 'collected' blue tack. Think back now, what was indeed so fascinating about blue tack? That she was so young, or so ignorant as not to know how to buy it from the supermarket for $2.50 a packet, more than she could manage to pinch for the whole year you two had been 'best friends'.
We choose willingly to go into things knowing it will scar us.

saturday july two.four ~ lumidee - honestly ~ on the up hand, my new licence photo is totally cute, babe.
open asian binge drinking night at damo's house tonight. i have my bottle opener and lemons ready.
about eight more cards to replace. the rest i am resigning myself to never seeing again. in the meantime, the first installment of the advertures of extraordinary legomen.

thursday july two.two ~ lmf ft miriam yueng - there's a witch inside ~ lost my wallet!!! all my identification, photos and other stupid memorabilia. this sucks ass. money inside was for Important Stuff. damn damn damn.

tuesday july two.zero ~ alicia keys - girlfriend ~ bored. tra la la la la la. like the dog, i'm sleeping half my day away and taking every opportunity to feed my face and wiggle my phat bum.

tuesday july one.three ~ dido - life for rent ~ did anyone see me and diliky on australian idol tonight? chiharu is vehemently certain that she did, and she is also, so far, in a minority of one.
look what yummyness nostalgia has bought me...

monday july one.two ~ end of evangelion - sorashiki nagare ~ wasted one and a half hours of my precious, dwindling life on the national life expectancy test. by their scales i have less than fifty years to live, provided i sleep/drive less and hope my crappier dormant genes don't flare up. the bacon is killing me. oh sweet sweet greasy bacon...
only a week of healthy twelve hour naps left before uni starts up again. >=( and my fake french nails are dropping like flies.

sunday july one.one ~ hirai ken - ken's bar ~ marta's bday last night. went to dinner and then clubbing for the first time in absolutely ages, since i my sass and free drinks possibility was hampered by my honey boy (akas emotional baggage). though buyers beware, i've still got It. um saw jin, much to mishy and fi's screaming delight. though he's a lot shorter in real life and was two hours late, the cocky bastard.
heading off to nids' house for girl session. me making low calorie appetisers and high carb/fat tacos for all.

thursday july zero.nine ~ nakashima mika - seven ~ hey kids. semester one results out. didn't fail anything. yay! won't say they are nice marks but definitely reasonable considering all four of my final essays were handed in late at 5% a day deductions without a green extension form. i congratulate myself that if no late marks had been taken, i would have done Very Well. time to break out that bottle of pinot noir with the super funky purple cork. heh heh.
i've spent a great week wasting away with some cool flash games such as getting ganguro girl's to take off her panties in 62 days(i'm a damn smooth operator if i don't say so myself), making player paper aeroplanes, and scaring innocent drivers in many, many wet suburbs. (and then i was sick, but then i watched my favourite movie of all time and i got better, but that's another story) with any luck, i will be fully mobile to drive my uncle's Company Insured lexus when i go back to china. Though if you've every seen hard core chinese driving, where reversing at 60km/h in a peak hour bicycle only lane is the norm, you won't be batting no eyelids at my little 'escapades'. honest. =p

wednesday july zero.seven ~ norah jones - the nearness of you ~ i don't counted the days. don't torture myself stumbling through so many old photos. then i specifically don't ask him why it is that he never has looked at me the way he looked at her. i don't want to know why. so then, logically, something strange doesn't flicker across his face, and he doesn't lock his gaze on me, doesn't tell me all the things i need to hear to calm my aching doubts. and so i don't tell him to not strain himself with the effort and walk out, don't flinch at his voice, or his touch. and everything doesn't just fall to pieces.
not all the negations are meant to be there. mix and match, and try to find the right combination that makes me cry.

monday june two.eight ~ eamon - all over love ~ spent a fantstic sunday night (re)discovering how disgustingly untalented i am at playing CS. and it's not like i have much of an opportunity to better myself when wan, the bastard, keeps knifing me in the back. on the other hand, i am generally quite good at warcraft provided i get to clobber demons and co over the head with my tanky trunk arms. yeah. after the humiliation, we all hung out at coco's (for those of you who've never been there, their waitresses are cute and their kangaroo is to die for) for a while. intermittently, we also tried to break into ashley's car with a fork, then a knife, then a screwdriver, then a ribon, and all in varying combinations but with no avail and it was cold. anyway, these guys, collectively known as the eg dudes of high school gaming days past, make up around 70% of coco's alcohol net profits, so the cafe opens until anytime into the morning to cater to these guy's skwered bio-clocks ...which only gives more time for unamed individual to make his agonisingly slow moves on overworked babe waitress.

thursday june two.four ~ aco - time ~ guess what i've been working on as a partner bonding activity? a 1000 piece puzzle in three colours. yes, three colours. in three hours i've managed to put together the border. only upwards of 900 pieces to go...

wednesday june two.three ~ alicia keys - the diary of alicia keys ~ last exam tomorrow. cannot, in every sense of the term, be fucked at all. got a haircut and with all the money i've saved buying cheap wine instead of hard liqour, i'm going to buy a guu wig for manifest.

thursday june one.seven ~ muffled tv ~ three weeks w/o an update. if you've still managed to find your way here after all that time, i'm genuinely surprised. here is the deal. been very stressed out over the last few weeks. mental stability challenged, if you will. and busy, very busy with things that aren't worth the time at all. sick as a hungover parrot after too much drink, except that i didn't get to experience the drink part, just the aching and puking and daylight avoidance etc. have sufficed to make a crude new layout, to be uploaded when i find some time to myself and finish reading that mammoth book of erotica, in queue after dilbert selection and dancing egg, taking longer than usual, since i frequent the toilet bowl to chuck a lot (as in frequently but not much actual chuck as such). hope to be insinuating my brief, uninformed opinions on y'all again soon.

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