'tis The Season

Christmas is largely a consumerist driven holiday but amongst the bad Christmas Santas, long opening hours that piss off those in the hospitality business (ie me) and the trucks of chocolate you receive, the true spirit is still there, well somewhere in deep.

It's Just a Game

Recently I’ve given up something quite dear to myself. It may seem sad that a man can somehow feel like a computer game is emotionally attached but it’s the same relationship as one has with a pet. Sometimes you love it’s cuddly, fun nature but other times it pees all over your bed and pisses you off.

Pro-procrastination

As an left-wing pro-procrastination extremist, my attitude towards simply lazing is embracive to say the least. Many would say such idleness is “sheer humbug” but in many ways, such keeps ignoramuses like myself slightly saner, in a stressful time filled with more mathematics than China.

The Future of Music

The other day I happened to reading a few articles on the musical industry, or rather the steaming mess they now call ‘Australian’ music. The magazine was ‘The Big Issue’ which I previously thought included enlightening articles from like-fully-deep (cause I failed my ATAR) bachelor of art students but instead is actually a properly published light-hearted magazine full of jokes. Well, ‘Australian’ music is just that, a big joke.

Movember Resolutions

So its that time again when all pedophiles get even harder to spot since everyone is spotting a seedy moustache look. Considering I was of asian descent, trying to spawn a moustache was as hard as it was socially awkward to discuss why everyone else’s was a canopy and yours, merely strangely pubic looking.

Topgear isn't as awesome as it's cracked out to be.

Now we all know as a universal fact that the worst scenario probably involves an Asian woman driving a manual 4WD during peak hour on a motorway. Many would also know that such a catastrophic event would lead to more bumper to bumper traffic than free cosmopolitans at a gay bar.

Social that was really a formal pretending to be a social.

Now i fancy myself to be a bit of a loser. I mean how many people spend Friday nights at home writing a blog (probably as many as those who are bored enough to read this). Nevertheless this really did not occur as apparently as it has the past few days. Last night i attended a social of a neighbouring girl's school and whose stance against me best summed up by a girl's statement or rather shock over me attending: "Who invited you?" No one did actually, being the loser that i am, i invited myself and this really didn't help things. See over the years i had attracted a fair share of enemies (and when they're equipped with sharp stilettos, they also become extremely deadly) due to a lot of misdemeanors (probably on level with two girls, one cup in terms of shitness). So two best mates versus a crowd of girls never gives good odds on the two guys having fun (unless you're in a movie where the funniest thing that happened was in Spanish). This night was equally unforgiving but i've also realised one thing that night, it doesn't take endless orgies (the closest orgy i'll get is one full of sausages [and i don't mean the one's you buy at butchers]) of parties coupled with enough alcohol to kill five livers to have fun. It only takes a mate.

Moving to see movies is a really bad title so i don't know why i still chose it.

Armed with just enough money to sneak past the concierge with the help of the cheaper Tuesday movie scheme i managed to watch a movie that was sure to be relate-able titled Easy A. Sure enough a teenage-angst-filled void of intelligence was in stall. But in a rare Hollywood event, (almost as rare as a non Scientologist) Easy A was a lot more than expected and i don't just mean in terms of more nude teenage women and their over-development for their age in the chest region. No, Easy A was actually an insight into a teenage genre long forgotten since days of the first American Pie and before generations of the idiotically unsubtle name of "stifflers". Before proceeding, i have to say to indicate the level of bias my opinions contain as i am an avid B-grade American movie fan and would prefer a two hour fest of idiotic love triangles involving a loser, a star quarterback and an incredibly non robust (but extra-bust) young actress, over an rhapsodic foreign masterpiece often shown on SBS that is critically acclaimed (another word for boring) any day but Easy A was much more than that.

exams can suck some

Well clearly i haven't exactly been bothered to write in my blog in, well ages. This could be attributed to the two maths examinations which i focused on by sacrificing my love of writing or it could just be because i haven't been bothered and my time has been taken up by study among other things including the American football match soon. Anyway i figured i might as well commence writing again since i'm either bored or feel inspired to write. And clearly i'm not following the same structure i had that is, the movie title and main ideas, instead i'm going for a more modernist approach (some would say) and just writing whatever comes up in my mind.

inception

blew my mind.

human centipede (first sequence)

Now it's been a while since i last posted, mainly because i am having far too much fun in the absence of my mother (who is enjoying herself in China). Now since school has started, the same problems plaguing me last term are yet again re-emerging despite vows (which obviously don't work.) Last week i found myself on top of one of the most calming places in Sydney as dubbed by me. Indeed this was much of the dismay of just being on top of things in life.

deja vu

The end of holidays remain a foreboding time where laziness creeps out showing itself in its most potent form. Indeed it feels like deja vu in that previous events feel as though they are yet again unfolding. Perhaps it's just the psychological phenomena that occurs due to one side of the brain thinking out of sync with the other or perhaps events are occurring yet again.

toy story 3

I know it's a little cheap to use a movie i just saw as the title of this blog entry but whatever. Indeed the past few days have been interesting as previously prophesied. Of course, i did manage to wake up for Melbourne somehow despite the 530am wake up. The three days that elapsed over there were at least somewhat interesting despite a frigid (can i even use it in this context?) billet. Back in Sydney though things became just as interesting.

yes man

As i predicted, these days have proved to be as interesting as ever but maybe for the wrong reasons. These holidays have definitely shone a light on things that perhaps were best left undiscovered. Indeed i am one who preaches the motto of "why not" in answer to questions of social events but yet i find myself writing on my blog on a Thursday afternoon because i too have fallen victim to sloth. No is so easy to say, but it takes a lot more to say yes man, i'll be there.

of mice and men

The holidays have definitely started out with a bang. It began with a fun-filled Friday where Extreme Tennis Ball (XTB) and Extreme Eating (KFC) was the name of the game. Soon Saturday came and with it, an early morning of donating blood followed by a 4am religious debate later in the morning (possibly the lack of blood was accountable). Then ice-skating took its toll and Hyde Park proved itself to be as cold-hearted as ever in a session of chilling which found itself eventually in the warmth of Gloria Jeans. Indeed the holidays have definitely started but what "best laid schemes o’ mice and men" are in stall this July.

twelve angry men

Recently amidst all the chaos created by the upcoming English examination came arguments that were largely intriguing. The debate was between the inquisitorial and adversarial system, and which one brings upon the better 'truth'. Indeed this would remain one of the highlights of the week, for me as well as many others.

a new hope

You know what's weird, coming back after an extended break and asking yourself what the hell is actually going on! This is a common phenomenon and no doubt has some really weird psychological name for it. Nevertheless, this occurs in all factions of life whether it is in the workplace, at school or even blogging. Yes i have taken a long break from blogging due to personal reasons (stemming from lack of motivation) however i believe that like many other problems i'm having in my life there is some new hope.

responsibility and respondent

Recently a certain teacher, well known for his camel-sounding accent and infamous for his angry ramblings has preached his perception of an ideal commitment. Raging towards first grade predominately with second grade and the sixteen age group also in the firing line, he accused many of irresponsibility in terms of training and commitment towards the rugby program. Amongst an abundance of idiocy does come an important message. I too have this responsibility but am not fulfilling it to the best of my ability which has got me thinking of the responsibilities we all have.

choose and purpose

"It's like we're going through the motions of a scripted destiny." Simple Plan - When I'm Gone
It may be that Simple Plan is a relatively mainstream band; most would say well known for their teenage angst songs of an "emo teenager whining about life" but it is this one line that sums up my current mood. For i feel purposeless in that i am just going through the motions of my daily life and not living life. Many would say stop being the 'teenage parasite' described in many canon texts but that's my current state of mind.

wasting and waking

The winter rain, omnious and dull, nonetheless has shone through many important lessons. The onslaught of study has not produced the spoils expected for many people including me. Terrible results in all subjects has taught me a lesson that i should pay a lot more attention to many aspects of my life that need improving.

age and agenda

Sometimes things change as your age changes such as your attitudes and activities. Your consumer sovereignty might change (thanks to economics) but some things just never change. I never really knew what this meant, then again being only a ripened age of sixteen, this fact hasn't really crossed my mind until recently.

believe and beyond

Stress is a terrible thing and trust me if going to a selective school teaches you anything it would be that this statement rings true. The half-yearlies have been quite a burden for everyone including myself and although every exam is another relief, another one soon takes it place. English Extension consisted of an essay about Utopia. It would be quite stereotypical to talk about what a utopia actually means (not to mention draining on a fed-up utopia-cluttered dead-brain) instead i shall put forward that you must believe in order to go beyond.

single and singing

The recent increase of rugby training along with the supposed studying i am meant to have conducted have been occupying my time in the past few days. Tests are coming up soon and yet i still am procrastinating such as yesterday where i ended up indulging in pho (beef noodle soup in case you don't know) at a Vietnamese restaurant in Hurstville. Also right now as i write this blog. For once in my life though i actually feel relieved for today i realised something that changed me, an epiphany if you will.

nirvana and marijuana

With the lights out, it's less dangerous so come as you are, as you were, as i want you to be. Everyone remembers the grunge band Nirvana with the lead singer tragically dying due to a suicide (or many other conspiracy theories out there). They spoke ironically of a life that was far from the Buddhist ideal of Nirvana for they sang of angst, alienation and apathy. Maybe it is impossible for most people to acheive such sense of enlightenment but most people continue to try because just being close to true happiness is enough in my opinion.

pros and problems

I have decided that it actually might be better to write in full grammatical sentences for many reasons including: that the half-yearlies are coming up soon and practising my rather crap style of writing with no commas (it's seriously for effect) does not improve my english mark, that it does actually kind of look stupid and is not "deep" and because change is rarely a bad thing. Oh yeah, plus the fact that people will read this shit anyway regardless of what or how i write it.

return

Sometimes we are all overwhelmed by the pressure of the bustling world of which we try but fail to understand. some turn to new experiences to numb the realisation. some turn to current problems and try to solve them. some turn all the way around back to previous memories.

For some people let their minds return to the good old days. days of ignorant bliss. days of sunset tinged park grass. days of worrying about one thing. days of cricket and rugby at the park. days of carefree banter between friends. days of bitch-less interaction amongst classroom students. essentially every time i walk down a certain path to return home i do something most would describe as childish and climb upon one certain ledge fencing the grass of the apartment situated at the corner. this personally takes me back. it returns me to the better days.

faith

For many men has always attempted to explain many questions through many means. through religion and its three major branches of islam christianity and judaism. through science and its three major branches of biology chemistry and physics. through mathematics and its three major branches of arithmetic geometry (sets) and calculus. through media and its three major branches of print electronic and oratation. although i have just managed to somehow bullshit three branches for all the things aforementioned i can still not explain everything nor can humans.

freedom

The other day i was waiting for a train only to glimpse a frail blind man with his cane scrambling to find his way through the doors and onto a seat. this really got me thinking about how precious simple things like sight are. personally i can not imagine and never hope to a world deprived of the beauty of light. or the beauty of music. or the beauty of taste. or the beauty of skin. or the beauty of aroma. i believe, as "gay" as it sounds that everyday everyone (more so in developed countries) should try their best to enjoy the world. unfortunately though, this will fall on deaf ears including mine for humans are always preoccupied with much more perceived important things. every now and then though i enjoy just being alone, walking through even what people consider a man-made suburb like hurstville and enjoy its sights sounds smells savours and smooth stone. some things we just take for granted.

excuses

It is the time of the month it seems for many of my male friends. manstrations are terrible little things which cause many to stay at home out of embarrassment. trying to organise to do the littest of things become hard. however unlike women who become irritable and difficult, men become boring and difficult. they choose to pretend. to lie. to alienate. they believe they are doing work of some productivity. they lie about the importance of events that might not exist. they alienate people staying in their rooms stroking objects of importance to them. i am not preaching that staying at home is necessarily a bad thing or a uncommon thing. rather i am saying that with three days of the holidays left, pride, glory, deception, hateship is best left aside. the process of enjoying the last of autumn holidays is far more concerning.

vows

I have not been able to write to you the past few days because of many reasons. after reading this it might become clear why.

Every year countless hopefuls set out on new year resolutions believing they can change one thing about them. sometimes you hear the cliched ones like losing weight. styling better. being more popular. doing more work. yet it are these cliched ones which most people succeed the least in for most hope that a new year alone can resolve chronic problems. the answer is to get more realistic. things like walk somewhere everyday as opposed to jog. go on a lifestyle change as opposed to a diet (which never works). try getting one more friend as opposed to trying to convince the entire school that you're actually not a wanker.

questions

"What the fuck?" the truth is everyone including me has asked this question at least once in our lives. it is the beauty of humanity that allows one to question what is the status quo, what is the meaning of life and what is the reason i'm even writing this blog as we speak.

"What is the meaning of life?" how many wasted hours with religions believing they have the answer to the meaning of life with an omnipotent omnipresent entity known as god. how many wasted lives with the battles between religions over their so called right way to a certain enlightenment whether that be bliss, heaven or some other afterlife. how many wasted words in philosophy books on existentialism, nihilism and anybigwordplusism. how many wasted minds of philosophy that could have further advanced human's current living situation instead of advancement in the thinking of what could be. how much wasted energy we spent asking "what if?" on the train better spent discussing "reeking" things.

"What is the reason it is so?" a increasingly capitalist economy with a parliamentary democratic government system based on a constitutional monarchy. a increasingly ethnically diverse populated city and surrounding suburbs with a rather unreliable train system based on a failed mytransport scheme. a increasingly average family with a conventional hierarchy system based on two working parents. a increasingly headache-causing blog with no easy solving system based on too much time.

The answer to all the above questions is simple. the meaning of life is to live. the reason it is so is because. the ultimate answer. 42. or rather "who gives a fuck". now i'm going to get an ice-cream.

change

Sorry that i have not been able to write in a few days as i have been relaxing up at the central coast the past few days of easter. now this time alone (solitary was never good for anyone) has got me thinking about real deep things. such as change.
You can talk about physical changes such as the sun rising in the morning then setting at dusk. you can talk about technical changes such as the sun rise at exactly 6:11am tomorrow, setting at 5:44pm, and on Thursday rising at 6:12am, setting at 5:43pm. you can talk about psychological changes such as daylight savings which recently was reversed giving me an extra hour of sleep which anyone would appreciate. you can talk about literal changes such as sol (i somehow still remember my fail latin) changing into sun when english became prevalent. you can talk about many changes, but the one thing that won't change is the fact that i won't wake up in time tomorrow to see the sun rise nor the Rugby training that is really more like a 7am-2pm job.

Recently i had a fallout with a good friend and her friend whom i had an eye on. the reason i gave was that people change. sometimes apart. sometimes together. sometimes for the best. sometimes for the worst. of course this time it was apart. for the best. but she didn't get that. she couldn't accept the facts. she couldn't accept change. she believed she was in a dream world where everything's perfect and everything has a destined path. life is not a destined path with a set destination. it's a journey best enjoyed not thinking about the destination. reminds me of topgear of which they raced with one fuel tank to a destination 750mi away. the one who took it seriously, cruising at boringly slow speeds, listening to the sound of cars racing by and in a hot car did not make it. the one who enjoyed the trip, speeding along the motorway, radio full blast and air conditioning the empty passenger seat did. sorry for the random change to topgear. or should i be sorry? rhetorical questions suck.

People change. friendships change. relationships change. life changes. deal with it.

time

Today was the athletics carnival for our school. a time for all the fast people to show off their skills. a time for nerds to play their Nintendo DS. a time for fat people to do shot put. a time for hectics to drink a little. yes it's a blissful time, but most importantly it's a time for all these people to shine. because there's only one of these times every year.
It was time for me to compete as well but unfortunately i fell short. i failed my shot put. i failed my 200m. i failed my 100m semis. but even though i failed time and time again. at least did something with my time. i spent my time with friends. even if that meant an unhealthy dose of chicken. even if it meant endless hands of five hundred and mahjong. then again it's always mahjongtime.com. because there's only one lifetime you get.
As my mum rages at me to go sleep, with only five minutes of time left. i spend it with you.

just dance

So as some people know i have regular dance sessions with a certain person who's got "two left feet" and today an ex-dancer came up to us after shocked by my friend's skills. he had a very important lesson to teach. dance was not only about strength, agility and balance, it was about attitude and belief. of course he wanted my friend to show off his skills but being a modest person, my friend decided it was best he didn't.
This got me thinking. he was right. once you have the right attitude and just believe in yourself, it doesn't matter about how fat and slow you might be, you'll just be able to dance.
Much like life. with the right attitude and belief, anyone can dance. whether it be hip-hop, contemporary, b-boy or really badly in one's room.
As a wise man once told me: just dance, gonna be okay, da da doo-doo-mmm.

live

It's a well known fact that most bands normally get fucked by drugs or some other way before a live gig or jam session. and this rings true to everything in general. to live you must get fucked. think about it.

For example some of the funniest (sometimes fun) things in my short life at least involve getting fucked one way or another. it may be because i drank so much i spewed in a bucket (it never ended trust me do not try it even though you will anyway). the all-nighters pulled with the fellas time and time again (which at about 4am the topic of conversation always seems to drift to retarded stuff like religion and the universe).
Even the other day i was talking to co-workers and they were remarking about how they got hammered at bondi beach. one dude was trying to pee on a seat but obviously another wouldn't let him. long story short, after a few pushes and shoves, he ended up stacking it (luckily not into his own pee) over the other guy screwing his ankle. despite banaged and a few days out of intensive exercise (i can hear certain uncoordinated people screaming yes) it was still one the best nights he's experienced. why? because to live you must get fucked.

Some deep people might even say that your life changes when you save a life, or are saved by someone. even though today it wasn't direct, i managed to save three lives by donating blood (which i advise all to do). but you know what, it really fucked me up for the rest of the day, but to live you must get fucked. and guess what, i saved three lives out of it.

By the way, the statement rings true literally.

late again

I find myself rushing, pumping my legs and for what? just to manage glimpsing the train as the doors close. of course, the first reaction is to blame: i begin to blame the damn fobs who stupidly blocked the way by trying to put tickets in the gate when all were open. then i realise that if that car had waited for me. then again, if i wasn't carrying so many books due to an english assignment (thanks to my teacher). maybe if my mum hadn't cooked such a large breakfast. possibly i could've just woke up earlier and hadn't slept late that night due to Mahjong, which i got addicted to because of a friend.
The blame game can continue going as it has for years amongst the world: its people, leaders and countries, or everyone can get their head out of their ass and realise everyone chose their own path. the real reason i was late today was because i fucked up but i accepted it.

teh journey grand opening

So let's face it, certain persons began blogging and i was what's the craze? and decided i should well investigate.
thejourney was already taken - probably by some girl who thinks shes all deep and stuff so i had to settle for tehjourney
DEEP STUFF ALERT:
It's not about the destination. or the band. or that crap song by Miley Cyrus. its not the sewage people make you believe. you can't find it in book stores in the section called despos (that we've all visited). you can not buy it, sell it, earn it, or lose it, but you can live it.
It's all about the teh journey.
A rough journey about up and downs, in and outs, black and whites, much like Katy Perry's song. cause it's not where you start, end up, pitt-stop, shake and bake at, no, it's all about the teh journey.
Excuse my lame pop references.