Monday, July 31, 2006

But not as you know it.

Last one won't upload. Basically it says find x and it's got a diagram, and the kid circled x and wrote "here it is" LOL
There are two major story arcs within my life right now.

One we shall call "New Year".
One we shall call "Propaganda".

Propaganda just made progress. New Year is moving along slowly.


I was actually in a very good mood. And then, snap. Punch. Punchy punch.

Music volume up.

Dream Theater.

Anyway. I will post up the random miscellaneous things I was gonna put up before I got angry.


Safe in the light that surrounds me
Free of the fear and the pain
My subconscious mind
Starts spinning through time
To rejoin the past once again

Tonight I've been searching for it
A feeling that's deep inside me
Tonight I've been searching for
The one that nobody knows
Trying to break free

I just can't help myself
I'm feeling like I'm going out of my head
Tear my heart into two
I'm not the one the sleeper thought he knew

Something's awfully familiar
The feeling's so hard to shake
Could I have lived in that other world
It's a link that I'm destined to make

I'm still searching but I don't know what for
The missing key to unlock my mind's door

Today I am searching for it
A feeling that won't go away
Today I am searching for
The one that I only know
Trying to break free

I just can't help myself
I'm feeling like I'm going out of my head
Tear my soul into two
I'm not the one I thought I always knew



Typing is really not as satisfying as screaming.


...that matter we think of as solid is actually composed of a lot of spinning particles - a frightening concept. Things I had thought were solid weren't at all; beneath the surface, things could be whirling in directions I knew nothing about.

Sunday, July 30, 2006

Wow. Driving lessons are not cheap. $55 an hour. (from the AA)

We would find cheaper ones-
but I figure if AA's gonna test you, might as well let them teach you.

Or like could get five for $260.00.

Really, I don't think five hours is enough to teach someone to drive...

Yeah, same...

Also taking the five means it goes past my birthday...which means...

No motorcycle.

This is a one sentence post that is easy to understand but not when I talk haha well yeah it does get a bit confusing but technically it is still one sentence yes it is but how many voices two i would say you dont have kids do you Lan no I dont good cause im poor i can hardly afford to feed myself dont make yourself out to be so hard-off sorry yeah thats right one sentence.

Saturday, July 29, 2006

The soundtrack to Drakengard/Drag-On Dragoon is totally awesome. It's like electro-orchestral, but more the compositional electronic music type; in saying that I mean the stuff they do at Uni.

The weird stuff.

That's exactly right. So vibrant and characterful and energetic etc. The electronic treatment just gives it this extra degree of freedom to be even more expressive. So many letter E's.

It is, after all, the most common letter.


How To Download videos From YouTube

First, you need a download link.

Go here, at the top of the page there is a place for you to put the URL for the YouTube video you want to download. Put it in, then click download, and save the file to desktop.

This file will be called get_video, and will have no extension. Rename it to whateveryouwant.flv

All videos on YouTube are of file format FLV, which is flash video. If you're cool, you'll have a flash video player already, otherwise, go here to get the best conversion program I have ever seen:

If you don't know how to use the program...tough. Learn. Try. Trial and error. It's really not that hard.

Haha, the last time you said that, it turns out they couldn't do swing.

Damn, you're right. Oh well. Anyway; there you go, now you don't have to go online to access your favourite video or whatever.
You're a bare-faced liar, you know.


Friday, July 28, 2006

I dropped one of my gloves today. Yes, the gloves that go with the matrix suit or whatever. I get it. I look stupid it in. But you know what? I don't care if you think I look stupid, because I know I'm cold. I'd rather be warm and stupid than cold and smart. So piss off.

Anyway; a nice lady picked them up and ran after me to return them.

Where is the line between girl and lady?

Lady sounds old. Old, like Lan.

I'm not old.

Yeah you are, you-

Just cause my technical term has some bullshit ae Old English in it, doesn't make me old.

Fine. Sorry.


This is ridiculous now. I walked past it three times, again. This time, I actually stood in the doorway, within the building. The doorway faces the till register. There was nobody present (or it would have been an even weirder situation. Like a face off. Not Face/Off, where my face is swapped with someone else's. I'm not in Mission Impossible 3, here.)

Maybe it has something to do with the fact that there was a random Thai Kickboxer there, with his daughter.

Haha, don't lie, that has nothing to do with it.

Fine. But it does let me present to you, dear reader, the fact that there is a Thai Kickboxing centre near it. There is also one of those really oldschool passenger lifts, with the metallic cross-gates that go in a "x" kind of fashion.


I've done far worse, I don't understand why this is so hard. Even the freefall was easier-

Well, I was pretty scared. But remember how awesome it was, after it all?

Yeah. Yeah I do.


Monday it is.

...he's sorry for the ambiguity, he really is, but he figures that you'll know on a need to know basis, and if you know, well, good for you. And if you don't, good for you. Maybe he's making this all up. After all, he made me up.




I want money. I guess I shall submit an entry to the Mighty River whatever. Whatever they do.

Power. Power stuff.

Yeah. That stuff. Art in life, eh? 8' x 10', I do not remember how large that is. Is it the standard print size from photography? Why am I asking nobody?

I think it's the standard size.



The left speaker of my headphones is cutting out. The wires aren't very good.

Good thing you bought that other pair while you were in Singapore.

Yeah, but I don't wanna stop using these, I guess mono it is for a while. I mean, sometimes it kicks back in when the wire moves into the right position and alignment or whatever, but...


It's more fun when you've got someone to talk to.

Even if it is yourself. Or me.


Time to write an e-mail.

Ambiguous, again...
I'm hungry.

We are glad that my brother made us a sandwich for lunch!

It looks just as good as the $3.50 one from the cafeteria.

Reminds me, bought a really expensive but yummy one yesterday; brie, mango and chicken. Mmm.

I like mango.

So do I!

Thursday, July 27, 2006

"He didn't write this." - Lan

So you want to learn Japanese?

You've eaten at a few Japanese restaurants, seen some anime, hosted an exchange student, and had a Japanese girlfriend. And now, somewhere in the back of your tiny brain, you think that Japanese would be a good language to learn. Hey, you could translate video games! Or Manga! Or even Anime! Pick up Japanese girls, impress your friends! Maybe you'll even go to Japan and become an anime artist! Yeah! Sounds like a great idea!

So you head down to the library, pick up some books with titles like "How To Teach Yourself Japanes In Just 5 Seconds A Day While Driving Your Car To And From The Post Office" and "Japanese For Complete And Total, Utter Fools Who Should Never Procreate". Hey, you already know a few words from your manga collection/girlfriend/anime. Excited and impressed with your new knowledge, you begin to think: "Hey. Maybe, just maybe, i could do this for a living! Or even major in Japanese! Great Idea, Right?


I don't care how many anime tapes you've watched, how many Japanese girlfriends you've had, or books you've read, You don't know Japanese. Not only that, majoring in the godforsaken language is NOT fun or even remotely sensible. Iraqi war prisoners are often forced to major in Japanese. The term "Holocaust" comes from the Latin roots "Holi" and "Causm", meaning "to major in Japanese". You get the idea.

And so, sick of seeing so many lambs run eagerly to the slaughter, I have created This Guide to REAL TIPS for Studying Japanese. Or, as is actually the case, NOT studying it.

This should be an obvious.

Despite what many language books, friends, or online tutorials may have told you, Japanese is NOT simple, easy, or even sensical (Japanese vocabulary is determined by throwing tiny pieces of sushi at a dart board with several random syllables attatched to it). TheJapanese spread these rumours to draw foolish Gaijin into their clutches.

Not only is it not simple, it's probably one of the hardest language you could ever want to learn. With THREE completely different written languages (none of which make sense), multitude of useless, confusing politeness levels, and absolutely insane grammatical structure, Japanese has been crushing the souls of the pathetic Gaijin since it's conception. Let's go over some of these elements mentioned above so you can get a better idea of what I mean.

The Japanese Writing System

The Japanese writing system is broken down into three separate, complete, and insane, parts: Hiragana ("those squiggily letters"), Katakana ("those boxy letters") and Kanji ("roughly 4 million embodiments of your worst nightmares").

Hiragana is used to spell out Japanese words using syllables. It consist of many letters, all of which look completely different and bear absolutely no resemblance to each other whatsoever. Hiragana were devloped by having a bunch of completely blind, deaf, and dumb Japanese people scribble things on pieces of paper while having no idea why they were doing so. The resulting designs were then called "hiaragana". The prince who invented these characters, Yorimushi("stinking monkey-bush-donkey") was promptly bludgeoned to death. But don't worry, because you'll hardly use Hiragana in "real life".

Katakana are used only to spell out foreign words in a thick, crippling japanese accent, so that you'll have no idea what you're saying even though it's in English. However, if you remember one simple rule for Katakana, you'll find reading Japanese much easier: Whenever something is written in Katakana, it's an English word! (note: Katakana is also used for non-english foreign words. And sound effects, and Japanese words). Katakana all look exactly the same, and it's impossible, even for Japanese people, to tell them apart. No need to worry, because you'll hardly ever have to read Katakana in "real life".

Kanji are letters that were stolen from China. Every time the Japanese invaded China (which was very often) they'd just take a few more letters, so now they have an estimated 400 gazillion of them. Kanji each consist of several "strokes", which must be written in a specific order, and convey a specific meaning, like "horse", or "girl". Not only that, but Kanji can combined to form new words. For example, if you combine the Kanji for "small", and "woman", you get the word "carbeurator". Kanji also have different pronounciations depending on where they are in the word, how old you are, and what day it is. When European settlers first came upon Japan, the Japanese scholars suggested that Europse adopt the Japanese written language as a "universal" language understood by all parties. This was the cause of World War 2 several years later. Don't worry, however, since you'll never have to use kanji in "real life", since most Japanese gave up on reading a long, long time ago, and now spend most of their time playing Pokemon.

Politeness Levels

Politness Levels have their root in an ancient Japanese tradition of absolute obedience and conformity, a social caste system, and complete respect for arbitrary heirarchical authority, which many American companies believe will be very helpful when applied as magaerial techniques. They're right, of course, but no one is very happy about it.

Depending on who you are speaking to your politeness level will be very different. Politeness depends on many things, such as age of the speaker, age of the person being spken to, time of day, zodiac sign, blood type, sex, whether they are Grass or Rock Pokemon type, color of pants, and so on. For an example of Politness Levels in action, see the example below.

Japanese Teacher: Good morning, Harry.
Harry: Good Morning.
Japanese Classmates: (gasps of horror and shock)

The bottom line is thatPoliteness Levels are completely beyond your understanding, so don't even try. Just resign yourself to talking like a little girl for the rest of your life and hope to God that no one beats you up.

Grammatical Structure

The Japanese have what could be called an "interesting" grammatical structure, but could also be called "confusing", "random", "bogus" or "evil". To truly understand this, let's examine the differences between Japanese and English grammar.

English Sentence:
Jane went to the school.

Same Sentence In Japanese:
School Jane To Went Monkey Apple Carbeurator.

Japanese grammer is not for the faint of heart or weak of mind. What's more, the Japanese also do not have any words for "me", "them", "him, or "her" that anyone could use without being incredibly insulting (the Japanese word for "you", for example, when written in kanji, translates to"I hope a monkey scratches your face off"). Because of this, the sentence "He just killed her!" and "I just killed her!" sound exactly the same, meaning that most people in Japan have no idea what is going on around them at any given moment. You are supposed to figure these things out from the "context", which is a German word meaning "you're screwed".

When mostAmericans think of Japanese people, they think: polite, respectful, accomadating. (They could also possibly think: Chinese). However, it is important to learn where the truth ends and our Western stereotyping begins.

Of course, it would be irresponsible of me to make any sweeping generalizations about such alarge group of people, but ALL Japanese people have three characteristics: they "speak" English, they dress very nicely, and they're short.

The Japanese school system is controlled by Japan's central government, which, of course, is not biased in any way (recent Japanese history textbook title: "White Demons Attempt To Take Aaway our Holy Motherland, But Great And Powerful Father-Emperor Deflects Them With Winds From God: The Story Of WW2"). Because of this, all Japanese have been taught the same English-language course, which consists of reading The Canterbury Tales, watching several episodes of M*A*S*H, and reading the English dictionary from cover to cover. Armed with this extensive language knowledge, the children of Japan emerge from school ready to take part in international business and affairs, uttering such remarkable and memorable sentences as "You have no chance to survive make your time", and adding to their own products by inscribing english slogans, such as "Just give this a Paul. It may be the Paul of your life" on the side of a slot machine.

Secondly, all Japanese people dress extremely well. This fits in with the larger Japanese attitude of neatness and order. Everything has to be in it's correct place with the Japanese, or a small section in the right lobe of their brain begins to have seizures and they exhibit erratic violent behavior until the messiness is eradicated. The Japanese even FOLD THEIR DIRTY CLOTHES. Sloppiness is not tolerated in Japanese society, and someone with a small wrinkle in their shirt, which they thought they could hide by wearing a hooded sweatshirt over it (possibly emblazoned with a catchy english phrase like "Spread Beaver, Violence Jack-Off!"), will be promptly beaten to death with tiny cellular phones.

Lastly, the Japanese are all short. Really, really short. It's kind of funny. Not ones to leave being tall to the Europeans or Africans, however, the Japanese have singlehandedly brought shoes with incredibly gigantic soles into style, so that they can finally appear to be of actual human height, when in reality their height suggests that they may indeed be closer in relation to the race of dwarves or Hobbits.

Japanese culture is also very "interesting", by which we mean "confusing" and in several cases "dangerous". Their culture is based on the concept of "In Group/Out Group", in which all Japanese people are one big "In" group, and YOU are the "Out" group. Besides this sense of alienation, Japan also produces cartoons, and a wide variety of other consumer products which are crammed into your face 24 hours a day, seven days a week. The Japanese also like cock fighting monsters that live in your pants, taking baths with the elderly, and killing themselves.

Japanese food is what some people would call "exotic", but what most people call "disgusting", or perhaps, in some areas, "whack". Japanese food evolved in ancient days, when the main staple of the diet was rice. People got so sick and tired of eating rice, in fact, that they ate just about anything else they could find, from seaweed to other Japanese people. This has led to the creation of such wonderful foods as "Natto", which I believe is a kind of bean but tastes like battery acid, and "Pocky", which is a stick with different frostings on it, the flavors of which include Sawdust and Strawberry.

Despite this variety of foods, however, the Japanese have succeeded in making every single thing they eat, from tea to plums, taste like smokey beef.

As if learning the language wasn't hard enough, Japanese classes in America tend to attract the kind of student who makes you wish that a large comet would strike the earth. There are a few basic type of students that you'll always find yourself running into. These include The Anime Freak, The Know It All, and the Deer Caught In Headlights.

The Anime Freak is probably the most common, and one of the most annoying. You can usually spot a few warning signs to let you identify them before it's too late: they wear the same exact Evangelion shirt every day, they have more than one anime key chain on their person, they wear glasses, they say phrases in Japanese that hey obviously don't understand (such as "Yes! I will never forgive you!"), they refer to you as "-chan", make obscure Japanese culture references during class, and usually fail class. You have to be extremely careful not to let them smell pity or fear on you, because if they do they will immeadiately latch onto you and suck up both your time and patience, leaving only a lifeless husk. Desperate for human companionship, they will invite you to club meetings, anime showings, conventions, and all other sorts of various things you don't care about.

The Know It All typically has a Japanese girlfriend or boyfriend, and because of this "inside source" on Japanese culture, has suddenly become an academic expert on all things Japanese, without ever having read a single book on japan in their entire lives. You can usually spot Know It All's by keeping an eye out for these warning signs: a cocky smile, answering more than their share of questions, getting most questions wrong, questioning the teacher on various subjects and then arguing about the answers (a typical exchange: Student: What does "ohayoo" mean?,Teacher: It means "good morning", Student: That's not what my girlfriend said...), being wrong, talking alot about Japanese food and being wrong, giving long, unnecessarily detailed answers which are wrong, and failing class.

The Deer Caught In headlights are those students who took Japanese because either a.) they thought it sounded like fun, b.) they thought it would be easy, or c.) they just need a couple more credits to graduate. These students wear a mask of terror and panic form the moment they walk into class till the moment they leave, because all they can hear inside their head is the high pitched scream their future is making as it is flushed down the toilet. They are usually failing.

Although many of Japanese-language students are smart, funny, hard working people, none of them will be in your class.

If you can get past the difficulty, society, and classmates, you will probably find Japanese to be a fun, rewarding language to learn. We wouldn't know, however, since no one has ever gotten that far. But hey, I'm sure You're different.
I have decided I do have a daemon.

His name is Lance. Lan for short.

Apparently, I should give him an "affectionate nickname".

Lan it is.

He is a dog. What sort? I don't know. Definitely not a poodle. I'm not showy. Maybe a mongrel, like Red. Why a dog? Well. Apparently, daemons represent your personality and yet complement it in some way. Like, a higher ideal. Maybe. No? Maybe I'm wrong.

Dogs are suited for servants.

I'm a damn servant.

Dogs are loyal.

I'm loyal.

Sure you are.

To who? To what? I don't know. All of you. Do you need something? Do you need my help? Let me help you. Help me to help you. Help yourself to me.

How strange. Help sounds very similar to yelp and whelp.

I am crazy. I do talk to myself. To make it seem less crazy, I'm talking to the other part of myself.

When it comes down to 4:30 pm, and I'm tired, and I hate University and I'm not looking forward to sitting through an hour of a boring American oscillating through slides about O(complexity) and algorithmic analysis of recurrence relations, who is it who reminds me of who I am (Henry), what I'm here for (to study, by request of my parents) and what I'd do the moment I get home anyway (play FFXI)?


Thanks man, I love you.


I walked past the bookshop three times today. I got about as close as the doorway, hidden from public view. How ironic. Out, yet in.

What is it you are afraid of?

I don't know. They're just damn books.

It's just a store.

Maybe I'll try again tomorrow.

All those people running past with purple bands, what was that all about? Running royals, kings of the pavement. Rulers of the asphalt. Their domain is one of concrete and rock.

Whatever, man.


so you don't like the ambiguity, do you? that's too bad.


"Lan would be the superego", he said. "The moral consciousness, the 'right path', 'devil/angel on the shoulder'. It is not so much an internal conflict, but an internal monologue. A private discussion amongst the two parts of him, vying for supremacy in some; in others a healthy alliance for the betterment of both parties. What is this 'other self'?"

He pushed his glasses up against the bridge of his nose and exhaled slowly.

Pausing for a second to gather my thoughts, I replied.

"I don't know what you plan to do, sir, but I like him. Can we leave him there?"

"Certainly not!"

Michael rose to his feet defiantly and looked ready to explode with more. Lan leapt to my defense, but I quickly moved to pull him back. The wild stare from his hazel eyes was a little harder to control.


What the hell is a daemon anyway? It's just my way of splitting myself in two so I can blame half of me.

Hey, you bastard. That's not how it works.

Quiet, Lan.

Now. This posting style seems familiar.

Isn't it more exciting?! It's not just my blog anymore, it's Lan's too!

I have nothing to say to everyone else, it might as well be yours.

Sure you don't.

Yeah, I don't.

Alright then.


Let me tell you more about my imaginary friend-


- sorry, daemon. We've established it's male and his name is Lan. Also, he is a dog. What else can we know about this amazing creature that is an exterior manifestation of my soul/conscious? His fur is black with a white undercoat. What ever could this represent?!

Nothing, stop being stupid, it's just fur.

Sure sure. Are you sure it's not some sort of metaphor for having layers, like an onion?

Don't compare me to vegetables.

Sorry. Lan likes to follow behind me. He's quiet. A quiet dog. Silent. But when I need him, he's there. Well, usually. He doesn't really like to help with trivial things like lawnmowing. Especially when it's wet.

I'm not the idiot who wants to mow a wet lawn with an electric lawnmower that's had its cord sliced open before.

You're not being very positive today, Lan.

Sorry. Maybe it's that time of month.

What are you talking about, you're a guy.

Right, crude joke, sorry you didn't understand.

Lan is a joker like that. But he always has my best interests at heart. Even in times when nobody else might, I know I can rely on Lan! Lan has hazel eyes. Lan also has teeth. Like most dogs. It would be rather hard to be a dog without teeth.

Lan does not like smokers.

Hate the sin, not the sinner.

That sounds familiar. I sure hope nobody looks it up. Or daemons for that matter.

Sure. You're afraid again.

It beats needing to punch things, right?

I'm not so sure. Don't you have class to go to?

Yeah, actually...just a few more minutes...

Just go, stop stalling.

Alright then.
During the 1980s, the South Korean government built a 100 metre (328 ft.) tall flagpole in Daeseong-dong. The North Korean government responded by building a taller one - the tallest in the world at 160 metres (525 ft.). The North Korean flag at the top weighs around 270 kg (595 lbs.) when dry and must be taken down the instant it starts raining as the tower cannot support its weight when wet.

please stop your dungeon siege movie

please stop your postal movie

please stop your far cry movie

oh noes.

Wednesday, July 26, 2006

It worked, I feel better. I love sleep.

Tuesday, July 25, 2006

I need a punching bag.

No, a stress ball will not do. My arm needs to arc through the air, screaming to unleash some of this pent up... whatever into something that won't get hurt and something that won't hurt me back. (The metal bars of the bunk bed are not conducive to my fist)

I really need to decimate and pulverise something, or at least get tired in the attempt to.

What is this? I don't know.

I need to punch something.

No, it is not normal. Or maybe it is? Maybe everyone walking around just wants to stop and brawl, or at least let loose a quick jab to someone's juglar.

Fight club seems pretty inviting at the moment. Okay, maybe not the broken teeth or the acid burns. But I'd sure love to fight something. Barbarism...random violence...go ahead and blame the media but the truth is, I don't have a clue where this is coming from.

But it's here. Typing this hasn't really helped.

And I still need to punch something.

Perhaps my head or soul or whatever (soul? wtf man) needs to explode. I haven't exploded in a while. Burst in a brilliant supernova of emotion. Calm before the storm? Creepy stare before the stab? Cue the damn horror music already.

Django Reinhardt, save me with your guitar.
Sage Sundi, save me with your game.




But what is right anyway? If there's some guy up there with a beard looking at me and going "oh. no. no i dont like that", who gave him that right? Did he have to fight for it? Does he also need to punch something?

"I need to punch something. Let's fuck Lebanon over."

My gosh. I am cynical right now.

Two seconds ago, I was happy and enjoying music.

What. The balls.

That statement doesn't even make sense.

I need to hit something.

I don't like this person talking. Someone please hit him. Someone needs to punch me.

This is so like, melodramatic "ooh look at me bitch bitch whine whine"

need some cheese with that wine, twat?

no, no thanks, not a fan of cheese.

But honestly. It's almost physical. I need to...I need to destroy something. Perhaps I shall construct small miniature houses, intricately detailed, and step on them, crushing them with the heel of my sole. Heal of my soul. Har. What a homonym. Fag. (and unoriginal, stole that from Chuck...whateverpalalalal whatever)

I need to punch something.

This is really depressive. Shall I repeat that line again?

Perhaps let's not, dear reader. Dear reader into the inside of my head, how does it look? Do you like the emptiness? Room for improvement, DIY perhaps. What is inside here? What lies beneath that stupid face of mine.

Why would you ever find a lecture more important than family?

Who brought that idea upon you?

What the hell is study for?

Stop questioning.

Says who?


Hitler's a cunt.

So am I.


What the.

I need to punch something.

Ok ok I'll stop being depressive, or try to anyway.


I need to punch something.

Don't ask me if I'm okay, the answer is obviously no. Or is it?
Maybe the question you really should be asking is, are you okay?

I think I found the birthplace of Emo. Please, please don't let me turn into Simple Plan. I don't think I could handle having all that gel in my hair, let alone the piercings. Maybe it came to me. Spectres. (Pullman's a genius.)

Lee Scoresby. Hold off my passage, please.

I want a daemon. An exterior representation of my soul.

Right now, if I had one, I'd gather she would be something stupid and irrelevant, like a sea cow. Wouldn't be like, a cougar (are there female cougars?)...or anything remotely cool. Maybe a beaver. An insect. A worm.

I hate worms.

I need to punch something.

This post, is way too depressing, furthermore, it's way too long.

But do I care? No.

I'm still typing.

Publish Post button, so close.

Mind wandering. Come back. You're too small to wander. Should stay inside.

Inside where it's safe. Maybe it's not warm.

But it's safe.

Or is it.

Harmful, hey.

You're worried?! YOU'RE WORRIED!? What about like, Israel. My gosh. And Indonesia. They got hit by water.

Think about that next time you go to the drinking fountain.

Road signs. They're so stupid. Actually, I hate roads in general.

Trains are more fun. I like trains. They...I don't have a good reason. They're better.

Strangers who are unfriendly are not.

Bus drivers can be nice.

They can also be obnoxious and retarded, and brake-happy.

I need to punch something.

Maybe like, this post will go on until I don't feel the need to punch something.


Still not working.

Really, this blog is very pointless. Perhaps I will close it. Why does it feel like I typed that just to get attention?

But no, honestly. It serves no discernible purpose but a chart into what I came from, and what I am now; not really happy with either.

Stupid happy.

This blog has no purpose. No meaning. It isn't about filmmaking. It isn't spreading the word about some dead guy and a really old book. What is it about?


How much more selfish can you get?

What about everyone else?

One in six billion and counting.

Stupid Africa.

I hate Africa. They invented the Ebola virus, and AIDS.

I'm not quite sure which is worse. I think Ebola.

I need to punch something, still.

Think I'll sleep it off. Maybe I'll forget, maybe it'll be sub-surface.

Counsellors are bitches.

I hate them.

Yeah...I'm gonna sleep it off.

I still need to punch something.
Okay, so today I went to the toilet as you do at uni right, and WHAT THE HELL.

You manage to get past minimum requirements in NCEA or Bursary or Cambridge or whatever. You can count, you're literate.


and I'm not talking about liquid waste either...

Do you really need help to align your butt with the large gaping hole that is the toilet? If so, you need something other than higher education my friend, you need a brain.


Recently downloaded:

Tchaikovsky 1812 Overture, Pathetique
Samuel Barber's Agnus Dei (choral version of his Adagio)
Rufus Wainwright - He Ain't Heavy (He's My Brother)

The three artists above have something in common. I leave it for you to discover.

Also, Black Eyed Peas - Don't Lie, and

Tori Amos - 97 Bonnie and Clyde. This is a cover of an Eminem song. It's really rather creepy when she sings it. Or rather, recites the words. Or whatever.




The road is long
With many a winding turn
That leads us to who knows where
Who knows when
But I'm strong
Strong enough to carry him
He ain't heavy, he's my brother.

So on we go
His welfare is of my concern
No burden is he to bear
We'll get there
For I know
He would not encumber me

If I'm laden at all
I'm laden with sadness
That everyone's heart
Isn't filled with the gladness
Of love for one another.

It's a long, long road
From which there is no return
While we're on the way to there
Why not share
And the load
Doesn't weigh me down at all
He ain't heavy, he's my brother.

He's my brother
He ain't heavy, he's my brother.

Monday, July 24, 2006

Bet you didn't know Brisbane and L.A. are sister cities to Auckland.
Okay, this is dumb. I hate moods and emotion. How the hell can I be allowed to go from ecstatic to depressed in the space of a minute and swing back up? Seems pretty vestigal to me; intellgent design , yeah right...

emotion sickness - silverchair (great song)

kim - eminem - WTF?!? WHAT IS WRONG WITH EMINEM i used to dislike now i just feel sorry for him

i messed up someone's sub @ subway 2day lol they freakin dont keep the same order with the salads and shit, i ordered my salads on someone elses meat lol


my life is boring


Saturday, July 22, 2006

Thirsty Merc : Undivided Love

Listen, be yourself
That's the most important thing I can say now girl
Don't, let anyone change you
I know life hurts but you're gonna make it through somehow

Forget, all the others
Who were scared so they criticised your views
Of course you're special
And that's why you're different
And that's why life is gonna notice you

You're a girl
You're a guy
But you're someone if you try
I believe in you
I believe in you

And please, just remember
You've always got my undivided love
There's someone coming through
And they've always got my undivided love
My love
Got my love
Got my love
Undivided love

So what?
You're gonna die one day
You may as well live before we get too old girl
You might be screwed in the head like me well who really cares
At least you don't aspire to be boring and cold
You're all over the place
Well who isn't these days
Just keep this in your head
It's about the ride
Just enjoy yourself

And please, just remember
You've always got my undivided love
There's someone coming through
And they've always got my undivided love

So please, just remember
You've always got my undivided love
There's someone coming through
And they've always got my undivided love
Such fine weather today!

Practiced some of the Academy pieces today (my left index finger is rather sore). Got paid to practice lol shame on all you passers-by lolol

but then when we left this like country-jazz kids took our spot and like earned more money than we did in 3 hrs probably but the harmonica sucked and the singer was lame and the saxophone solos were flat and bland and the only kool thing was the double bass.

I gave them my malaysian 1c coin.

Friday, July 21, 2006

Today was a very good day.

Y'know, you achieve like, a life milestone or whatever; done it.

Strength to strength perhaps? Hope so.


Band Practice was really good. Apparently we are changing our name. Ok. But anyway we worked on two songs which I think are totally awesome and totally catchy and have potential to bust the crap out of our two previous ones. One has a ridiculously catchy guitar riff/hook thing, and the other has a really infectious rhythm and bassline.

Info commons. Kinda empty for this time of day. Dunno why.

Sitting next to a really boring blonde black woman. Like, blonde as in attitude;

"like totally he like puts his olivia face wash for men on the top shelf, and it like totally spills all over my stuff!"

"tell him to swap shelves"

"yeah but his stuff just totally spills down and comes over"

"tell him to swap shelves"

"yeah but every time my stuff was like perfect and then he spills all the stuff all over!"

Thursday, July 20, 2006

If you had a chance to leave a message for people 50,000 years in the future, what would you say?

Would you ask if they'd heeded the warnings? Would you remark on a short term or long term prediction? Would you tell a joke? A lie? A story?

Stop wondering. Write a message.

(look here for more info)

You've got until the end of the year, go hard!
Phone picture time.

This is where Yellow Pages go to die.

Discount bin lol

Look familiar?

About the only benefit of 8am lectures


look carefully, i spotted this today.

Maybe it has something to do with this.
Faawan - Dra Udran Fyo

E fyhd du ramb oui
Pid E tuh'd ghuf ruf
E fyhd du cuudra oui
Pid E lyh'd cbayg uid
E ryja syho vaync
Ypuid nazaldeuh
E ryja syho sasuneac uv byeh
E ryja ymfyoc paah y meddma cro
Cu E'mm dinh yht muug dra udran fyo

Udran fyo
Udran fyo
E femm dinh yht muug dra udran fyo

E fyhd du rumt oui
Pid E ys yvnyet
E fyhd du duilr oui
Pid E's hud dryd fyo
E ryja syho tuipdc ypuid so sudejac
E ryja syho vaync ypuid so knaat
E ryja ymfyoc rind dra UHA DRYD E muja
Cu E'mm dinh yht muug dra udran fyo

Udran fyo
Udran fyo
E femm dinh yht muug dra udran fyo

guitar solo

E ryja syho tuipdc ypuid so sudejac
E ryja syho vaync ypuid so knaat
E ryja ymfyoc rind dra uha dryd E muja
Cu E'mm dinh yht muug dra udran fyo

Udran fyo
Udran fyo
E femm dinh yht muug dra udran fyo
Udran fyo
Udran fyo
E femm dinh yht muug dra udran fyo
Udran fyo
Udran fyo
E femm dinh yht muug dra udran fyo
dra udran fyo
dra udran fyo
dra udran fyo
dra udran fyo. (fyoooo)
Same story with the long breaks: today's movie was Syriana.


A "hyperlink" movie or whatever, which is basically a whole lot of complete threads woven together to form the movie;

ie plotline A, plotline B and plotline C, plotline A has somethng to do with C and C has something to do with B and they all have something to do in general with idea X.

Apparently, this is what Magnolia is like. Which I still haven't watched. :(

But yeah. This movie was really quite good. Developed at a reasonable pace. How strange, I hate America after watching that movie lol >.>

Anyway. Decide for yourself that's just my thoughts.

I forgot to mention I watched King Kong and it isn't that good.

I dont understand though what the big deal about her saying "it's beautiful" is. Why do you hate it so much? It's just a line, isn't it?

But the whole movie is like....i dunno i guess it's lots of CGI goodies but it just I can't explain it but it wasnt' that interesting. But i did enjoy the whole slavery subtext har har (hey look at this monster we've brought to america in chains)


The Triplets of Belleville soundtrack is GOLD. Ben Charest is a legend. Totally stunning.

The Star Onions: The other Side of Vanadiel is also very cool, great renditions of FFXI melodies which are basically ingrained into my head cause I play FFXI so much. :D

Tuesday, July 18, 2006

Because I have very big 4 hour breaks (1-5pm), I brought my laptop to Uni today and just finished watching Final Destination 3.

Starts off rather badly. The pre-emption to the death premonition is really not as well done as in Final Destination 2 or 1, and a lot of it is rather cheesy. But. I guess it's ok cause it's gory and omg the camera just zoomed in on the fireworks what's gonna happen WHY IS IT IMPORTANT etc.

The film does have one good thing in it for me, but I'm not gonna tell you, you have to watch it yourself :)

Not as good as the previous ones I believe but, okay, you can have a C+

Monday, July 17, 2006

Security Questions feel like a quiz show:

"how long have you been banking with The National Bank"

I dunno >< forever?

I can't use the same password now as well arrrrrrr dammit there goes my one-password policy. I guess it's safer, maybe.

Today is the first day of uni. How can you tell? This is my diagram of the SRC of the Science Faculty, red line is the queue.


Go Dennis you colour co-ordinator you! Watch out for the traffic that's gonna crash around you, you showstopper. :o)

Sunday, July 16, 2006

The Weather Man

good movie



Saturday, July 15, 2006

OMG Holiday back

ok ok ok so much stuff but

all of a sudden i cannot be bothered typing it all up


Tiger Airways is so efficient they called us to "board" a non-present plane. Everyone kinda just stood there for 30 minutes and looked around, lookin for the plane we were supposed to board.

On the cruise ship, there is a casino that opens when the ship is in international waters, and you can enter at 18 (as opposed to 20 here in New Zealand) I earned $10 bucks in a game called "Casino War". Basically, you get a card, the dealer gets a card, higher number wins lol.

Darwin is a bizarre cross between Malaysia and New Zealand. Tropical weather, fans, air-con, but people don't quadruple park.

Deckchair Cinema ( Watched two movies/films, Charlie Chaplin's Modern Times (which is really good. He's such a legend considering he did the directing acting and music, and the lack of spoken dialogue really doesn't detriment at all to the storytelling)

And, Triplets of Belleville. Great characterization, fantastic music, totally enjoyable.

"Hi! How are you! Where are you from? Japan? No? You look like Japan. Come, come look at my T-shirts"

"I don't want to buy anything"

"Come look"

"I don't want to"

"Come look" *deathgrip*


*look for two seconds. depart*
I took 5 rolls of film. Gonna cost a bit to develop lol.

Darwin is really friendly city. Considering they got bombed by the Japanese and flattened by a Cyclone.

Don't know what else happened. Three weeks now seems like yesterday.

Such is time, hay?! UNIVERSITY SOON hope you're all ready

my dumb results so far (have a feeling the "compassionate consideration" totally screwed me over but whatever):

Class Number Subject Catalog Number Section Grade Official Grade Basis Points Taken
83019 COMPSCI 225 0001 A- Graded 15.00
Discrete Structures in Maths Lecture Regular Academic Session
83020 COMPSCI 230 0001 B+ Graded 15.00
Software Design and Constructn Lecture Regular Academic Session
83910 MUSIC 200 0001 A Graded 15.00
Harmony and Analysis Lecture Regular Academic Session
81382 MUSIC 210 0001 A Graded 15.00
Composition 3 Lecture Regular Academic Session
83921 MUSIC 214 0001 A- Graded 10.00
Orchestration 1 Lecture Regular Academic Session

Still gutted I'm not a Straight A student any more. This totally kills any motivation I had to study, not that I had much to begin with. I guess from here on out it's take it as it goes :)

Dennis' present is at 82% completion as we speak. Okay, I kinda made up that percentage but it'll be ready! IT WILL BE.


For comfortable traveling I do not recommend doing the route we did. But it's cheap.

This holiday has gone

Auckland, New Zealand --> Kuching, Malaysia --> Singapore --> Phuket, Thailand --> Langkawi, Malaysia --> Singapore --> Darwin, Australia --> Brisbane, Australia --> Auckland, New Zealand.


My passport was updated recently and stuff, and I have to apply for a Visa transfer. It's really funny they also like quizzed me on what I was doing in Thailand etc.


Cruise ship m'gosh how does it float?! It's crazy. And there's so many people on board. So many crew! And the shows yay lots of chinese people on one bicycle, midget shaolin kungfu master, sexy south american dancers :D

ok i think thats all i can be stuffed to say atm. bye. hope everyones doing well (and damn it's cold here -_-)

Friday, July 14, 2006

Greetings from Darwin.

Will post later.

Wednesday, July 12, 2006

Quick post. At the budget Terminal of Singapore. Like, only one airline operates through here, Tiger Airways or whatever, the cheapo equivalent to like Freedom Air or whatever.

Very cool sushi thingy at Terminal 2. Will explain later.

I LOST MY A STREAK :( :( My CS230 marks came back and I got a B+ ;_; very sad day. I think now that I lost my B virginity I'll be so unmotivated and stuff but it's not my fault, it's the University's.

Still waiting on two marks gosh they're slow.

;_. my marks where did you gooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Oh well I guess it;s semi ok cause it was like one of the two SUPERPLUSSAGE ones.

Langkawi was not that great. Very nice beach but you can tell it's malaysia because there's freaking rubbish all over the place. Tour was pretyt lame. blah

cruise ship over oh very sad blah will explain more later.

i have...7 minutes left on this free internet terminal.


ok. well,. Maybe i'll see you in Darwin, maybe i won't see you at all until I get back on Saturday arvo. Hope it's miserable and cold there!

Tuesday, July 11, 2006

Greetings from Phuket Island, Thailand!

I'm in a restaurant, and they have like free internet for customers so I'm taking this opportunity (the one aboard the cruise ship is really lame, costs money and only lets you access Yahoo and Hotmail.)

This keyboard is funky, it has Thai characters on it.

Man. Thailand is awesome lol it's funny as hell. Lookswise it's really similar to malaysia, tropically and sort of run-downish for the most part but man, this place is so touristy it's not funny :P Haggler's walk through the back alleys and this happens:

Hi! How are you! Where you from? *shake hand* *idle conversation* Come look at my (tailor suit place/t-shirts/stuff)

Haggling is really fun here lol. bought two pairs of pants so far, like, some of the shopkeepers don't speak english; even then the haggling thingy is like this, they own calculators, you ask how much something is and they key it in. You look, and EVERYTHING here is overpriced ridiculously so you key in what price you're willing to pay, then they key their next offer in, etc. It's fun and crazy lol. Cut down some ridiculous $1300 baht pants down to 700, which I reckon is still way overpriced but its funny.

Ahaha. And they're all so friendly and they just leap at the opportunity just to even try sell you stuff.

Thailand's been more fun than the cruise ship, which gets old after a while; there's only so much to do and other than the cool shows they have at their theatre there isn't much else to do. Internet sucks as mentioned, their advertised library has less books than my dad probably has, and i dunno. It's still impressive though. It's amazing the boat floats, considering how damn massive it is. And the foyer is very impressive. Marble. Lighted steps, etc. And, there is a lift. A lift inside a boat (lift/elevator).


In Thailand Stop signs say STOP in Thai. It's funny. I'll try get a photo but I might not be able to. Also, there's shopkeepers trying to cash in on the tsunami it's rather sad, they're selling like videos and photos of the tsunamis and personal encounter stories etc. Post-tsunami, there's also like actual signage that leads you to a "tsunami-safe place".

...Anyway hope everyone in NZ is having a good time.

I also hope it's freezing cause it's nice and tropical here with a sea breeze :D

Sunday, July 09, 2006

My dad has this fascination with Pringles, at the moment.

Saturday, July 08, 2006

It's good to know that my subconscious can still see.

Found my mum last night :) It was very nice. First time in a while.

Usually my dreams are rather spotty. I don't ever remember colour. Does it ever have colour? Who knows.

Japanese Buffet yesterday. Sonny you know how you signed one of those things? Yeah. I saw it :D Mine is up there too, but can't find the rest of ours. We were the only people there to eat, they prepared so much nice yumyums juss for usssss


Cruise tomorrow. It'll be interesting, the last time I was on a cruise ship I was a dumb kid. Now that I'm a dumb teenager, wonder how it'll be different.
Today, nature fought technology, and nature won.

Here I was happily using my laptop, and eating sliced apples right, but then this one apple piece was so drenched in the salt water that you like dip them in to keep them fresh, that I accidentally spilt a whole load onto my laptop...

My keyboard died.

For some reason, it's okay now (I've got the letters o, p, [, ] and the backspace key back) but I don't think my fan's making weird oscillating noises, and if you put your nose next to it, it smells like an oven...kinda like apple crumble.

:( I had this laptop for ages too I don't wanna replace it ;_; new laptops are expensive (especially those with graphics cards and built-in wi-fi >.>)

MORAL OF THE STORY: Where I had a PC I now have an Apple computer.

Tuesday, July 04, 2006



This is what a little potted plant that smells like avocado is like.


Dennis is correct. Posts are more interesting with pictures.

Unfortunately, I'm not doing anything interesting.

I skilled up in R/L. Sonny will understand when he sees.

Yes, I totally enjoy being a third wheel.
/___|___(o)(o) (o)(o)

Hope New Zealand is half as warm as it is here!

Sunday, July 02, 2006

A red sunset on tranquil waters.

Burning white sand and soothing blue ocean.


Mrs. Doubtfire lol ;

In real life Robin Williams divorc ed h is wife in order to mar ry hi s nanny. In this film he divorces his wife and becomes her nanny.

Lol high school muz ika l. c ool, its like , disney's biggest original video or some shiz those f ree to air o n es.