jimmi;

Howdy friends and foes, jimwise back to enlighten you with another rant.
The first topic for today, shit box, riced up, P-plater cars. You have all seen them. They prowl the streets with the base turned up so high that the crappy plastic body kits they have glued on with UHU start to come off. They have custom pastel coloured paint jobs which make them better targets for my verbal abuse haha. Now this isn't a rant against the cars themselves, those poor things have no control over the aesthetic alterations that comes as a result of their owners so called creativeness. It is more on the social construct of the owner of such a vehicle. As soon as they drive that shit box they call a car there is new persona about them. They have the confidence of a lion and the mannerism of a goat. What intrigues me is how they expect to pick up women in aforementioned cars. Not only does it look like a moving STD, but while these young juvenile p-platers have enough confidence or lets say delusion that they will pick up, they are usually carrying a full car. Thus even if they manage to seduce the most idiotic and simplest of women with the cars apparent tackiness, how they hell are they going to take her with them when the back seat is filled with other horny morons. THEIR LOGIC IS FLAWED! I also play a game when im in the city, when im walking up george street i count the number of P-plater cars that actually have a female inside them, the number never really rises above two...

Anyways that out of the way, time to get semi serious. Epiphany of the day...deception. Now we all hate getting deceived by. Like when your friends tell you that you look fine in a particular outfit however they were really just lying so they could laugh at you when you wore it in public, haha crazy past stories aside, deception is still a part of life. Advertising, marriage, religion, cults they are all forms of deception, all varying in its malicious nature and intention. How ever the biggest form is self deception. We all believe that our actions and by extension our lives are justified and right. However there is always two sides to the story, so i think we need to think real hard about the decisions we made and try to walk in others shoes to really justify and validate ourselves. Maybe you were being selfish, maybe you were being a dick, but in the end it comes down to you having a clean conscience, and knowing that you are truly happy with yourself.




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emily;


the poison has left me.

:)

note to self: add amanda k's link onto blog. Searching for her link through relia's blog just killed 2mins of your life.

Another note to self: Boyfriend's birthday is in a month. Fuck. Why are you so bad at making/buying/thinking of presents? THINK GIRL, THINK.

My house has a red wall and a half.

:)


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jimmi;

Tis been an eventful week, yet that is no excuse for my absence from ranting on this blog.
As Emilys' mind is as incoherent as mine, it gives me comfort to know that i can say anything that comes out of my mouth wont insult her as much...wait i never really cared in the first place, Jks love :)

Anyways first rant of today....SKILL TESTERS. I curse you to Japanese hell, where hello kitty dolls infected with AIDS will rip out your eyes and pee in the empty sockets, if that place even exist. You are the bane of my existence and are akin to the likes of drugs and alcohol...actually i like those so instead you are the equivalent of gambling for me. Far out I was at Capitol Building the last few days, and yes before you judge me for going into a place which i am sure is made of rice and Teenie Bopper wax, the only reason why i was there was to win a GIANT STUFFED TURTLE for Adam as it was his 20th birthday yesterday, Happy birthday big guy :)
That damn turtle was mocking me with its god damn smile, hmm it wont be so happy after i win!
Anyways I used like 35 bucks to win that fucking turtle, and i almost got it too, and if it wasn't for that tight arse bitch at the counter, i would have gotten it! Going on, i was going to go back to cash in some more notes to get tokens when these fucking pilgrims come along and use 1 go to win the god damn turtle. This encounter with them had only increased my disdain for them, they steal our spots on trains, our tax money and now our god damn giant stuffed animals!
THis should not be tolerated! On another note, going back to capitol building brings back many memories of my time when i was working at EKO, and how i used to spend my lunch breaks there and actually win toys, oh how life has changed.

Now for my second topic, bullshit and lies. Now you may think they are the one and the same but i assure you they are not. The difference? Intention to deceive. Like the other night i ran into lovely susan out in the city, but wait last week she told me she wasn't going to club this weekend and surprise surprise hahaha, I love you susan :P . See this is an example of bullshit, she didn't mean to trick me its just she cant resist the allure of blowing money on entry, drinks and cab rides home as we all do from time to time. An example of lying could be when a girl tells you she is F.I.N.E, which usually means Freaked out, Insecure, Neurotic and Emotional. Thats a blantant lie cause they want to use that against you saying "YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND ME or YOU NEVER LISTEN" to gain leverage over an argument, well IM ONTO YOU WOMEN and your very intricate ways! So it got me thinking, is there anyone impervious to bullshitting and lying? The answer is no, unless the person is like a cyborg from the future whose sole intention is hunting for the last mermaid or unicorn in existence...but that is besides the point. Find me a person that has never lied or bullshitted in their life and i shall crown him or her the undisputed champion of stupidity. Bullshit is existential for todays contemporary life and if one does not utilize or understand it they are sure to be left behind in the rat race of life, or get screwed over by politicians like Kevin Rudd and their Bullshit promises of lower fuel prices.

Finally my epiphany of the week, balance. Balance is needed everywhere, however before balance can be achieved one must be mature enough to understand its complexity. I was having an early morning chat with Annieo and she told me about the stages of phases she went through, and i too related to going through all of them, such as ignorance, self loathing, unsubstantiated hate and now balance. Even though we are ashamed of these past few stages it gives us an idea of what we were and what we have become now. Guess what im trying to say is that now that the naivety blanket of illusion that we had while we were in highschool has been lifted, and it is time to accept some facts about ourselves and more about the reality that we live in. Everyone needs to balance work and uni, friends and family, friends and second halves. But what I have come to realize is that there is no such thing as perfect balance and that one or the other will always tip the scale, so work with always tilt uni, friends will tilt family (for now) and second halves will ALWAYS tilt friends.
So to those people who are still lost in their matrix world of delusion and wake up to life.

Me: Hi what's your name?
Life: Hi my name is FUCK YOU!

haha thought id add that in :)





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emily;


Ready for another weekly dose of emoness?
(I can't help it. As much as I want to just be :DDDDDDD all the time like I used to be, it just ain't happening).

So. What's my problem now?

Friends. Balance. Compromise. Human relationships.
Yeah okay, pretty much all those things are major "oh nos" when you're a teenager / young adult / whatnot but they're so much harder than I ever believed.

I'm tired and I'm so sorry I feel like this.

I try. I try but nothing seems to get any easier anyway. And I know I'm whinging but I dont care because this is my blog and its not my fault whether you're choosing to read this.

Man my thoughts are everywhere. I can't even channel them into a satisfying blog post.

Over and out.


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jimmi;

Rant of the day? HYPE! No not the shoe store but rather may i quote Webster "to promote or publicize extravagantly". Hype has been the root of destruction of everything cool. The latest example The Dark Knight. OK yes it IS a very good film and YES, Heath Ledger's performance was both phenomenal and captivating. However I do not need to hear that from FUCKING everyone that thinks they are a god damn Batman critic just because they have watched 2 Christopher Nolan films. If you really want to critique it watch the original 1989 Batman with Jack Nicholson and all the graphic novels such as The Killing Joke, Year One and The Long Halloween, before you start judging likeness to character. Although my viewing of the movie was pleasant i cannot help but think that my interpretation of it was slightly marred due to my disdain of faux Batman fans constant jabbering of the films' quotes and perhaps of the cries of a baby in the cinema. LIKE WTF?!? Who brings a fucking baby into a movie, thats just against the unwritten laws of a cinema.

That aside, what else has hype destroyed? Well theres the iPhone which i think is totally overrated and a rip off, now that it is all hyped up. Australian Idol has also fallen prey to hypes destructive force. Before it was an outlet to find an actual good singer but now every two bit hack who thinks they can sing better than a dying cat tries out and we get an influx of shitty d grade singers who only get number one hits cause BMG malnipulates the charts via a goat sacrificing ritual and only rides off the free publicity coat tails that Idol provides. Rap music i say is the biggest casualty of Hype. It used to be a cool way for black guys even fat ugly ones to express themselves, get women and have a reason to shoot people and sound heaps badass. But ever since Vanilla Ice came along it went all downhill. He got it soo hyped up that all of these wiggars come out thinking they can make money and start trying to bust some rhymes only to be shot down, like literally. Tupac and Bigge will be disgusted with the new rap out, TUPAC IS ALIVE I KNOW IT!

Im sure i will touch on this topic in a more structured manner, however this is just word vomit, VOMIT I SAY! Now for the quasi coherent part of the post. Dreams. What are they? Are they an interpretation of stimuli that we have encountered during a day out, or are they are gateway to a peek into our future or possible worlds? I have been having really fucked up dreams of late, such as last night i was a disco dancing cowboy having a dance off with a guy in a bear suit. Obviously my rope was no match for his moonwalk. So what does this all mean? I need to stay off drugs haha.


Peace out lovers!

ps. Annieo I think you can spell fine ;)






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jimmi;

Hi cub scouts! Jimwise is back with another page from his book of rants.
Where to start, where to start. I know CityRail nay, the Cost of Living itself. The other day I was conversing with Davo and he told me there has been a 30 cents increase for train tickets to the city.
Now 30cents doesnt sound much, but lets do the maths. So 30 cents each way thats 60 cents a day and considering that im in the city everyday thats $4.20 which is like a drink at Maloneys!
WTF sif im paying MORE money for a shitty rail service that always has delayed trains, defective ticket machines that make you miss the delayed trains or if you skip the ticket in lieu of the train then there is guaranteed that theres a pissed of and underpaid transit officer ready to pwn your ass for not having a ticket, although it is cityrails fault for not providing working ticket machines! Why does the system fail us!?!?!?!?!

Also now with the tax increase on alcohol most uni students livelihood is at stake! Not just uni students but all students in general especially those teeny-bopper children still in highschool. Like if they can't afford the illegal aforementioned substance, how else are guys going to get lucky? Or how else are girls going to come up with an excuse to mack out with another girl, for SCIENCE? I think not :(
Also where are we going to get our pornstars? Everyone knows pornstars had crappy childhoods cause one of their parents were a drunk. How can they exist when their parents can't even afford a box of goon to abuse their livers with and in turn abuse their children to make them into our hookers and pornstars LULZ! Also how are we ever going to convince people to do really ridiculous crap, like walk into a chemist naked asking for extra small condoms, or to jump off the roof of a house or have sex with a goat...not that i condone that last one!

Now for the slightly non crazy part of my entry for today, art. Is art long lasting for everyone to be seen, or is it something we only see in a fleeting instant? Although i consider photography an art form...well not my own, it doesn't comply with the latter premise. Thats why i think mortality in itself is an art. You will never be as beautiful as you are now, or you will never be as happy as you are right now. The things that fade out so quickly are what we treasure most, but what if what you treasure is out of your reach, do you still try to dream about achieving it or finally cut your losses and retreat back into oblivion?




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emily;

Times really have changed, and here's why.

1. Jimmy actually blogs more frequently than me. About time. :) I'm glad he's taking the time to put his thoughts into words. Also noticing the heavier influx of comments in our tagboard accompanied by negative vibes, I feel grateful and appreciative. Strange? I'm happy that Jimmy still has the guts to be completely honest even when there are those who oppose him. To be honest, I don't completely agree with everything he says. But of course he still has to love me, because I'm his cousin and our love is unconditional (l0l). A space for discussion on the various modes of life doesn't seem like such a bad thing.

2. I'm never on MSN. God, I remember in the earlier highschool years wherein I was chatting away for hours on end. I guess I could say I had "nothing better to do". Although now that MSN is largely missing from my day-to-day activities, I'm sort of worried. Worried that I'll lose contact with a lot of people. Cyberspace interaction seems like the most secure form of holding onto your friends.

3. Okay, I can't really think of a third thing. I DID have one, honest. But I just lost it. So instead, I'm going to tell you a few things that have happened since I've landed back in Sydney.

Melbourne was beautiful, no doubt about it. But as I was gazing out at the bright orbs jewelling Sydney, I knew one thing - Melbourne may be a piece of art, but Sydney will always be home.
I shall upload some of my favourite photos later. They're on my other computer.

I went to hospital on thursday night. Sorry to kimb for missing your birthday. I'm sure you didn't notice I wasn't there anyways haha. Thank you to those who called and wondered where I was. Sorry to Jimmy for failing. Thank you to Joe for staying with me the whole time, being patient with my pathetic cries of pain, and patiently giving hugs when they counted the most.

I am a pilgrim.
Okay Jimmy, don't freak out just yet.
My Aunty bought me tickets to wyd and so of course I had to accompany bt on a weekend pilgrim trek to Randwick and the festivities from there. I'll admit, I was kind of scared. I mean, I've seen these people all over Sydney. I'd never talked to any, but there was certainly a lot of talk about them - both positive and negative. But it wasn't bad.
The flags were cool. Watching so many nations congregate in one space in peace was something magical. I couldn't help be feel a sense of serenity.
While I was watching some bags by myself, this philopino lady walked passed and patted me on the head. She smiled widely, "You're a pretty one. Don't use it for evil!" And with a wave and little skip she was gone, leaving me with the only surprised reaction of a grin and a giggle.
I met some Vietnamese Americans from Orange County, California and Houston, Texas. They talk cool. They joke cool. And they eat A LOT.

Jimmy I like your haikus.




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jimmi;

As many of you or just I have noticed that this blog is getting alot of hate towards my way. Now i was just indifferent towards it, but it got me thinking. Hate is necessary for life. Without hate one could not appreciate love and kindness. Without hate there would not be any conflicts and our most passionate emotions and qualities will never be displayed. However I am not condoning hate of any kind i am just acknowledging its importance to humanity's perception of life. Like honestly, can anyone imagine a world without hate? I too, am inflicted with my own prejudices and hate. Hate towards certain animals such as goats, hate to certain groups such as shufflers, hate to other haters. However if i were to overcome these diseases am i still susceptible to other forms of hate? Answer is probably yes, yet this just makes the fact that I am human.

Although this isn't the direction i should be going, rather i should be asking where is the source of hate? What does cause hate? Fear, Envy, Irrationality to name a few. Even if we understood the reasons why hate is made we still could not fix it. Like the words immortalized by Rodney King "cant we all get along?", and the sad thing is no we can't. Hate is invertible part of life and thus we must all live with it, however it has made me more aware of the love around me, that i have taken for granted. Dont really know where I was going with that but i felt like blogging...

Anyways preachy and philosophical post out of the way lets get to the reason why you are all here. My incoherent, ignorant and lame rant. Todays topic "GP/Tsubi clones".
Oh how you annoy me with wearing prewashed nudies, which pretty much means you know nothing about the philosophy of Nudie. You try to be indie how ever you are just conforming to a mainstream fashion outlet which charges you 300% more than what you should be paying for your tacky clothing. You ruined the flannel look buy wearing synthetic rip offs and you have destroyed the cool vintage leather jacket by wearing some crappy PVC knock off with a hood. Also i blame you for the introduction of fluoro, andby extension fluoro rabens. And please stop shuffling in them, you look like you are having an epileptic fit of rainbows.

Twas a shit post.


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jimmi;

Back for more rants and maybe today an insightful or slightly eloquent argument about some social norm i disagree with.

First of all i should start off with the root of all evil. Of course I am talking about corporate fat cat that thrives on the exploitation of the meek and profits off the ignorant. Thy name is McDonalds.
Now you are probably thinking how could he try to attack such an establishment that has brought much joy to most of the Americanized world? Answer is simple...I am a douche. Thats right motherfuckers, quote me there. All you haters can revel in that one line. Anyways back to Macca's.
The other day i walked into a said restaurant and found a poster for a McAsia. So it got me thinking if McDonald's wants to capitalize on mass media hubub then why not create a McEcstacy or a McAbortion? I reckon they have a cool ring to them, its not like they have said flavours inside, then again Isn't that what the McAsia, Africa/Afghanistan is trying to do. Having the flavour of a continent inbetween two buns. Well sure it has a paddy, lettuce and 'special sauce' but it is lacking the true taste of asia. So i think new additions should be flesh of a sweat shop child, some avian bird flu sauce and to top it all off a padlock on the burger so no pesky liberal foreigners can get in. Couldn't hurt right, just only you wont get to taste the burger like how no one can really get a taste of Asia. haha

Now for my second topic. SEX! Just the other day i was with a very confused friend. He was under the notion that if one were to proceed in the act of coitus with a condom it would constitute that both participants were still infact virgins. Now i did not know whether to laugh at this poor soul as he thought for 3 years he was still a virgin, or should i ask the question WHY DID PE FAILED HIM!?! That hilarious story aside, the act of sex is now very down played. No longer is it this magical thing that happens between a man and his female lover (or same sexed partner). It is now rather a series of chemical reactions in our body thanks to science's ability to desensitize everything. STD's are through the roof and divorce rates are up, pornographic advertisements are blatantly seen everywhere and now they are considering teaching sex ed to 4th graders. Kinda miss the days when it was this sacred thing we were not suppose to say out loud, like voldemort in harry potter haha. Sex has divided families, started wars and set of evolution how ever, WHERE IS THAT NOW? Dont know where i was taking that topic but meh.

Anyways to normal speak i think?
Hung out with my epic haikuers today, totally busting out sweet poemz.
Shall end with a haiku that sums up my mind set.




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jimmi;

As always I am back with another incoherent rant about what ever is on my mind. First of all I am glad my cousin is not dead somewhere in Melbourne, and that she is soaking in the culture and what not .ie Shes prob trippin on some mad shrooms hahaha.

Anyways to todays first topic.... FUCKING PILGRIMS!
Taking up all the room on the train and on the streets with your annoying share the spirit bullshit is just plain annoying. Personally i think World Youth Day is a cash scheme to rip off tax payers to pay for the gay Lolita lap dances for the Pope.
If its World Youth Day then why is it catholic? Shouldn't the name entail that all youth should be included, not just restricted to deluded westernized zealots who have unquestionable loyalty to a man who looks like he fell down and hit every branch down of the Ugly Tree.
This only confirms my suspicions that catholicism is a scam, its just more subtle about it than the ridiculous Scientology. Yeah SUCK SHIT TOM CRUISE! Your ex wife named her newest daughter in spite of you fucking stupid religion, thats what you get for being an overcompensating, attention whoring douche.

On the topic of religion i can safely say i have renounced my own catholicism, nay my belief in god altogether. My mum questioned me about my faith the other day and instead of giving some half arsed answer i just flat out told her the truth "I don't believe in God mum". She took it better than i thought. Now im not saying that he(or she) doesn't exist I'm just saying this path isn't for me. In the end everyone needs to believe in something to get them through the day, whether its God or some kind of Cosmic Red Pandas pulling the strings, its safe to say we will never know until our time comes. Thus is the paradox of life, we exist without knowing our purpose yet strive to the end of our mortality to never comprehend what it meant.

Today i found out there was such a thing called a Lego club were members collaborated on lego building techniques. I was told this by a 5yrold. Why was i talking to a 5yrold? Because i was out shopping for a present with Lani for a present for her cousin. We realised how out of touch we were with our previous selves as kids who liked to finger paint and play house as we constantly asked "WTF DOES A 5YROLD LIKE?". Walking up those aisles brought back memories, play doh, hungry hippos, hot wheels cars...simpler times where the words girl and problem never came together or mattered. How i miss it.

On a lighter note I have rekindled an old passion thanks to Cassie and Susan somewhat.




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leslie; (yes funny how I'm not using my own blog ... neglected poor little thing)

So melbourne, how has melbourne been? As Jimmiboy would put it, Melbourne has been ... EPIC!
I'm not going to go about recounting everything, but I just want to mention how refreshing Melbourne has been. For one thing, Melbourne is definitely a lot more cultural and, though now becoming quite a cliche, Melbourneans are generally a lot more laid back.

The past few days have been spent staring into the distance and contemplating moving to Melbourne after I complete my uni degree. Maybe for a year or two? Then move to Newtown?! LOL

For sure!!!!!!!!!!

Emily is currently sitting beside me becoming a fat pig, yes that's right, eating a whole box of sweets by herself. You should've seen her today - WOW! Can she eat?!

Yeah, anywhos, she's going to work it off now, by typing on a keyboard. =)
SEE YOU SOON!


emily;

First of all, I'd like to mention that Leslie is a parasite. Albeit, a lovable parasite.

And yes to state the obvious, today is our third day in Melbourne. I hate to say it, but it's a pretty nifty little city. For one thing, City Rail DOESNT exist. Basically this means traffic pretty much just flows and there's not as much road rage. Secondly, the layout of every single retail shop is flawless in both design and maintenance. Unfortunately, neither Leslie nor I have purchased anything besides food, alcohol, tram tickets and taxi services.

What's my favourite spot so far? This gorgeous alleyway near Collins St known as Centre Place. Its got this sweet graffiti and this awesome soup kitchen.
Potato leek and bacon soup ... mmmmmm ...

Funny that Jimmy mentioned obesity in his previous post, since I have joined this group individuals. How Jimmy will deal with one of his cousins being "one of them" - we'll just have to see.

Until my next post, over out.
x

(I miss my boyfriend and his stupid headlights)


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jimmi;

Thank you all for the kind words and those for the nasty ones :)
This blog has been neglected for a very long time by yours' truly.
I have been thinking about the purpose of this blog, is it really a blog?
Blog defined in the conventional sense is basically an online diary.
However one comes to think is the internet a suitable outlet for my fucked up thoughts?
I say...yes!

So here is what I have been thinking...FAT KIDS!
I for one am indifferent about the obesity epidemic that is affecting the Australian population.
Yet, it got me thinking. What if my daughter married a fat kid?
Would i be cool with that? I would like to think yes, but now the answer is NO.
WHY? Because I dont want to have a lazy ass fat son in law who does nothing for his family.
Also that son of a bitch will prob cark it before me, leaving me with the burden of his possibly fat grandchildren whom will probably also break my knees when they sit on my lap.

Also Unicorns...yes unicorns. My obsession with them grows. My reasons for liking them, even elude me. However their horn is this subtle phallic symbol of epicness and I always tend to see them when im high or when im munting hard haha. Yes kiddies stay off the herb and the thin white line. Although I read that shrooms when ingested, the ingestee still retains all of the mythical aspects experienced from taking the drug a year on.
Thus LETS GET SOME SHROOMS! On the side note they do grow in cow poo :S

Stupid early morning incoherent rants aside, not much has been happening.
I am learning that i am growing up faster than i would like to, but i guess it is helping me adjust to the real world.
Friendships fading, dreams broadened, cynicism apparent all constitute what i am today...a pretentious art school kid with delusions of grandeur.

On a side note, I have been abusing my liver for too long. Thus have started a epicness ban.
Thus I have been sober for nearly a week now, and wow how much of a fun time are you missing out on when you see everyone else drunk off their tits. I have also noticed how chat and seedy some bars are when you are sober there. Best example is maloneys haha.
Although I love that place to death it is a breeding ground of lameness and goat.
I also read that when alcoholics get off the piss they sink into a depression, so am i in a depression? Probably hey! Explains alot about my lame and quote Anonymous "should fuck myself with my own cock tryhard " self :)

Back to random, I woke up a few mornings ago...yes morning not afternoon like usual, to find a fish tank in my kitchen. From where this bastion of water and beast came from is still a mystery, the only clue is that it is tacky thus my dad probably bought it. I named one of the fish Zebra 2 after Eimy's own fish that died and ironically the next day Zebra 2 died, therefore the name is CURSED!

Also now I am making my jewellery, upload photos soon :)
Shout out to Cassie, Lani, Eimy, Emu and Jennifer who's birthdays have recently passed or I have neglected to blog about.
And to end with shout outs, here is one to Daniella as she mentioned me in her blog and helped me find an annoying unread message on my phone...yes i am noob and helping me in my quasi liquor ban :)

Peace Fuckers!

p.s my photos suck


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emily;




As wisely indicated by Leslie in a previous comment, a picture says a thousand words.
This is what I got up to today...

Ohhhh yeahhh ... about time right? RIGHT?

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jimmi;

Howdy friends and foes, jimwise back to enlighten you with another rant.
The first topic for today, shit box, riced up, P-plater cars. You have all seen them. They prowl the streets with the base turned up so high that the crappy plastic body kits they have glued on with UHU start to come off. They have custom pastel coloured paint jobs which make them better targets for my verbal abuse haha. Now this isn't a rant against the cars themselves, those poor things have no control over the aesthetic alterations that comes as a result of their owners so called creativeness. It is more on the social construct of the owner of such a vehicle. As soon as they drive that shit box they call a car there is new persona about them. They have the confidence of a lion and the mannerism of a goat. What intrigues me is how they expect to pick up women in aforementioned cars. Not only does it look like a moving STD, but while these young juvenile p-platers have enough confidence or lets say delusion that they will pick up, they are usually carrying a full car. Thus even if they manage to seduce the most idiotic and simplest of women with the cars apparent tackiness, how they hell are they going to take her with them when the back seat is filled with other horny morons. THEIR LOGIC IS FLAWED! I also play a game when im in the city, when im walking up george street i count the number of P-plater cars that actually have a female inside them, the number never really rises above two...

Anyways that out of the way, time to get semi serious. Epiphany of the day...deception. Now we all hate getting deceived by. Like when your friends tell you that you look fine in a particular outfit however they were really just lying so they could laugh at you when you wore it in public, haha crazy past stories aside, deception is still a part of life. Advertising, marriage, religion, cults they are all forms of deception, all varying in its malicious nature and intention. How ever the biggest form is self deception. We all believe that our actions and by extension our lives are justified and right. However there is always two sides to the story, so i think we need to think real hard about the decisions we made and try to walk in others shoes to really justify and validate ourselves. Maybe you were being selfish, maybe you were being a dick, but in the end it comes down to you having a clean conscience, and knowing that you are truly happy with yourself.



emily;


the poison has left me.

:)

note to self: add amanda k's link onto blog. Searching for her link through relia's blog just killed 2mins of your life.

Another note to self: Boyfriend's birthday is in a month. Fuck. Why are you so bad at making/buying/thinking of presents? THINK GIRL, THINK.

My house has a red wall and a half.

:)

jimmi;

Tis been an eventful week, yet that is no excuse for my absence from ranting on this blog.
As Emilys' mind is as incoherent as mine, it gives me comfort to know that i can say anything that comes out of my mouth wont insult her as much...wait i never really cared in the first place, Jks love :)

Anyways first rant of today....SKILL TESTERS. I curse you to Japanese hell, where hello kitty dolls infected with AIDS will rip out your eyes and pee in the empty sockets, if that place even exist. You are the bane of my existence and are akin to the likes of drugs and alcohol...actually i like those so instead you are the equivalent of gambling for me. Far out I was at Capitol Building the last few days, and yes before you judge me for going into a place which i am sure is made of rice and Teenie Bopper wax, the only reason why i was there was to win a GIANT STUFFED TURTLE for Adam as it was his 20th birthday yesterday, Happy birthday big guy :)
That damn turtle was mocking me with its god damn smile, hmm it wont be so happy after i win!
Anyways I used like 35 bucks to win that fucking turtle, and i almost got it too, and if it wasn't for that tight arse bitch at the counter, i would have gotten it! Going on, i was going to go back to cash in some more notes to get tokens when these fucking pilgrims come along and use 1 go to win the god damn turtle. This encounter with them had only increased my disdain for them, they steal our spots on trains, our tax money and now our god damn giant stuffed animals!
THis should not be tolerated! On another note, going back to capitol building brings back many memories of my time when i was working at EKO, and how i used to spend my lunch breaks there and actually win toys, oh how life has changed.

Now for my second topic, bullshit and lies. Now you may think they are the one and the same but i assure you they are not. The difference? Intention to deceive. Like the other night i ran into lovely susan out in the city, but wait last week she told me she wasn't going to club this weekend and surprise surprise hahaha, I love you susan :P . See this is an example of bullshit, she didn't mean to trick me its just she cant resist the allure of blowing money on entry, drinks and cab rides home as we all do from time to time. An example of lying could be when a girl tells you she is F.I.N.E, which usually means Freaked out, Insecure, Neurotic and Emotional. Thats a blantant lie cause they want to use that against you saying "YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND ME or YOU NEVER LISTEN" to gain leverage over an argument, well IM ONTO YOU WOMEN and your very intricate ways! So it got me thinking, is there anyone impervious to bullshitting and lying? The answer is no, unless the person is like a cyborg from the future whose sole intention is hunting for the last mermaid or unicorn in existence...but that is besides the point. Find me a person that has never lied or bullshitted in their life and i shall crown him or her the undisputed champion of stupidity. Bullshit is existential for todays contemporary life and if one does not utilize or understand it they are sure to be left behind in the rat race of life, or get screwed over by politicians like Kevin Rudd and their Bullshit promises of lower fuel prices.

Finally my epiphany of the week, balance. Balance is needed everywhere, however before balance can be achieved one must be mature enough to understand its complexity. I was having an early morning chat with Annieo and she told me about the stages of phases she went through, and i too related to going through all of them, such as ignorance, self loathing, unsubstantiated hate and now balance. Even though we are ashamed of these past few stages it gives us an idea of what we were and what we have become now. Guess what im trying to say is that now that the naivety blanket of illusion that we had while we were in highschool has been lifted, and it is time to accept some facts about ourselves and more about the reality that we live in. Everyone needs to balance work and uni, friends and family, friends and second halves. But what I have come to realize is that there is no such thing as perfect balance and that one or the other will always tip the scale, so work with always tilt uni, friends will tilt family (for now) and second halves will ALWAYS tilt friends.
So to those people who are still lost in their matrix world of delusion and wake up to life.

Me: Hi what's your name?
Life: Hi my name is FUCK YOU!

haha thought id add that in :)




emily;


Ready for another weekly dose of emoness?
(I can't help it. As much as I want to just be :DDDDDDD all the time like I used to be, it just ain't happening).

So. What's my problem now?

Friends. Balance. Compromise. Human relationships.
Yeah okay, pretty much all those things are major "oh nos" when you're a teenager / young adult / whatnot but they're so much harder than I ever believed.

I'm tired and I'm so sorry I feel like this.

I try. I try but nothing seems to get any easier anyway. And I know I'm whinging but I dont care because this is my blog and its not my fault whether you're choosing to read this.

Man my thoughts are everywhere. I can't even channel them into a satisfying blog post.

Over and out.

jimmi;

Rant of the day? HYPE! No not the shoe store but rather may i quote Webster "to promote or publicize extravagantly". Hype has been the root of destruction of everything cool. The latest example The Dark Knight. OK yes it IS a very good film and YES, Heath Ledger's performance was both phenomenal and captivating. However I do not need to hear that from FUCKING everyone that thinks they are a god damn Batman critic just because they have watched 2 Christopher Nolan films. If you really want to critique it watch the original 1989 Batman with Jack Nicholson and all the graphic novels such as The Killing Joke, Year One and The Long Halloween, before you start judging likeness to character. Although my viewing of the movie was pleasant i cannot help but think that my interpretation of it was slightly marred due to my disdain of faux Batman fans constant jabbering of the films' quotes and perhaps of the cries of a baby in the cinema. LIKE WTF?!? Who brings a fucking baby into a movie, thats just against the unwritten laws of a cinema.

That aside, what else has hype destroyed? Well theres the iPhone which i think is totally overrated and a rip off, now that it is all hyped up. Australian Idol has also fallen prey to hypes destructive force. Before it was an outlet to find an actual good singer but now every two bit hack who thinks they can sing better than a dying cat tries out and we get an influx of shitty d grade singers who only get number one hits cause BMG malnipulates the charts via a goat sacrificing ritual and only rides off the free publicity coat tails that Idol provides. Rap music i say is the biggest casualty of Hype. It used to be a cool way for black guys even fat ugly ones to express themselves, get women and have a reason to shoot people and sound heaps badass. But ever since Vanilla Ice came along it went all downhill. He got it soo hyped up that all of these wiggars come out thinking they can make money and start trying to bust some rhymes only to be shot down, like literally. Tupac and Bigge will be disgusted with the new rap out, TUPAC IS ALIVE I KNOW IT!

Im sure i will touch on this topic in a more structured manner, however this is just word vomit, VOMIT I SAY! Now for the quasi coherent part of the post. Dreams. What are they? Are they an interpretation of stimuli that we have encountered during a day out, or are they are gateway to a peek into our future or possible worlds? I have been having really fucked up dreams of late, such as last night i was a disco dancing cowboy having a dance off with a guy in a bear suit. Obviously my rope was no match for his moonwalk. So what does this all mean? I need to stay off drugs haha.


Peace out lovers!

ps. Annieo I think you can spell fine ;)





jimmi;

Hi cub scouts! Jimwise is back with another page from his book of rants.
Where to start, where to start. I know CityRail nay, the Cost of Living itself. The other day I was conversing with Davo and he told me there has been a 30 cents increase for train tickets to the city.
Now 30cents doesnt sound much, but lets do the maths. So 30 cents each way thats 60 cents a day and considering that im in the city everyday thats $4.20 which is like a drink at Maloneys!
WTF sif im paying MORE money for a shitty rail service that always has delayed trains, defective ticket machines that make you miss the delayed trains or if you skip the ticket in lieu of the train then there is guaranteed that theres a pissed of and underpaid transit officer ready to pwn your ass for not having a ticket, although it is cityrails fault for not providing working ticket machines! Why does the system fail us!?!?!?!?!

Also now with the tax increase on alcohol most uni students livelihood is at stake! Not just uni students but all students in general especially those teeny-bopper children still in highschool. Like if they can't afford the illegal aforementioned substance, how else are guys going to get lucky? Or how else are girls going to come up with an excuse to mack out with another girl, for SCIENCE? I think not :(
Also where are we going to get our pornstars? Everyone knows pornstars had crappy childhoods cause one of their parents were a drunk. How can they exist when their parents can't even afford a box of goon to abuse their livers with and in turn abuse their children to make them into our hookers and pornstars LULZ! Also how are we ever going to convince people to do really ridiculous crap, like walk into a chemist naked asking for extra small condoms, or to jump off the roof of a house or have sex with a goat...not that i condone that last one!

Now for the slightly non crazy part of my entry for today, art. Is art long lasting for everyone to be seen, or is it something we only see in a fleeting instant? Although i consider photography an art form...well not my own, it doesn't comply with the latter premise. Thats why i think mortality in itself is an art. You will never be as beautiful as you are now, or you will never be as happy as you are right now. The things that fade out so quickly are what we treasure most, but what if what you treasure is out of your reach, do you still try to dream about achieving it or finally cut your losses and retreat back into oblivion?



emily;

Times really have changed, and here's why.

1. Jimmy actually blogs more frequently than me. About time. :) I'm glad he's taking the time to put his thoughts into words. Also noticing the heavier influx of comments in our tagboard accompanied by negative vibes, I feel grateful and appreciative. Strange? I'm happy that Jimmy still has the guts to be completely honest even when there are those who oppose him. To be honest, I don't completely agree with everything he says. But of course he still has to love me, because I'm his cousin and our love is unconditional (l0l). A space for discussion on the various modes of life doesn't seem like such a bad thing.

2. I'm never on MSN. God, I remember in the earlier highschool years wherein I was chatting away for hours on end. I guess I could say I had "nothing better to do". Although now that MSN is largely missing from my day-to-day activities, I'm sort of worried. Worried that I'll lose contact with a lot of people. Cyberspace interaction seems like the most secure form of holding onto your friends.

3. Okay, I can't really think of a third thing. I DID have one, honest. But I just lost it. So instead, I'm going to tell you a few things that have happened since I've landed back in Sydney.

Melbourne was beautiful, no doubt about it. But as I was gazing out at the bright orbs jewelling Sydney, I knew one thing - Melbourne may be a piece of art, but Sydney will always be home.
I shall upload some of my favourite photos later. They're on my other computer.

I went to hospital on thursday night. Sorry to kimb for missing your birthday. I'm sure you didn't notice I wasn't there anyways haha. Thank you to those who called and wondered where I was. Sorry to Jimmy for failing. Thank you to Joe for staying with me the whole time, being patient with my pathetic cries of pain, and patiently giving hugs when they counted the most.

I am a pilgrim.
Okay Jimmy, don't freak out just yet.
My Aunty bought me tickets to wyd and so of course I had to accompany bt on a weekend pilgrim trek to Randwick and the festivities from there. I'll admit, I was kind of scared. I mean, I've seen these people all over Sydney. I'd never talked to any, but there was certainly a lot of talk about them - both positive and negative. But it wasn't bad.
The flags were cool. Watching so many nations congregate in one space in peace was something magical. I couldn't help be feel a sense of serenity.
While I was watching some bags by myself, this philopino lady walked passed and patted me on the head. She smiled widely, "You're a pretty one. Don't use it for evil!" And with a wave and little skip she was gone, leaving me with the only surprised reaction of a grin and a giggle.
I met some Vietnamese Americans from Orange County, California and Houston, Texas. They talk cool. They joke cool. And they eat A LOT.

Jimmy I like your haikus.



jimmi;

As many of you or just I have noticed that this blog is getting alot of hate towards my way. Now i was just indifferent towards it, but it got me thinking. Hate is necessary for life. Without hate one could not appreciate love and kindness. Without hate there would not be any conflicts and our most passionate emotions and qualities will never be displayed. However I am not condoning hate of any kind i am just acknowledging its importance to humanity's perception of life. Like honestly, can anyone imagine a world without hate? I too, am inflicted with my own prejudices and hate. Hate towards certain animals such as goats, hate to certain groups such as shufflers, hate to other haters. However if i were to overcome these diseases am i still susceptible to other forms of hate? Answer is probably yes, yet this just makes the fact that I am human.

Although this isn't the direction i should be going, rather i should be asking where is the source of hate? What does cause hate? Fear, Envy, Irrationality to name a few. Even if we understood the reasons why hate is made we still could not fix it. Like the words immortalized by Rodney King "cant we all get along?", and the sad thing is no we can't. Hate is invertible part of life and thus we must all live with it, however it has made me more aware of the love around me, that i have taken for granted. Dont really know where I was going with that but i felt like blogging...

Anyways preachy and philosophical post out of the way lets get to the reason why you are all here. My incoherent, ignorant and lame rant. Todays topic "GP/Tsubi clones".
Oh how you annoy me with wearing prewashed nudies, which pretty much means you know nothing about the philosophy of Nudie. You try to be indie how ever you are just conforming to a mainstream fashion outlet which charges you 300% more than what you should be paying for your tacky clothing. You ruined the flannel look buy wearing synthetic rip offs and you have destroyed the cool vintage leather jacket by wearing some crappy PVC knock off with a hood. Also i blame you for the introduction of fluoro, andby extension fluoro rabens. And please stop shuffling in them, you look like you are having an epileptic fit of rainbows.

Twas a shit post.

jimmi;

Back for more rants and maybe today an insightful or slightly eloquent argument about some social norm i disagree with.

First of all i should start off with the root of all evil. Of course I am talking about corporate fat cat that thrives on the exploitation of the meek and profits off the ignorant. Thy name is McDonalds.
Now you are probably thinking how could he try to attack such an establishment that has brought much joy to most of the Americanized world? Answer is simple...I am a douche. Thats right motherfuckers, quote me there. All you haters can revel in that one line. Anyways back to Macca's.
The other day i walked into a said restaurant and found a poster for a McAsia. So it got me thinking if McDonald's wants to capitalize on mass media hubub then why not create a McEcstacy or a McAbortion? I reckon they have a cool ring to them, its not like they have said flavours inside, then again Isn't that what the McAsia, Africa/Afghanistan is trying to do. Having the flavour of a continent inbetween two buns. Well sure it has a paddy, lettuce and 'special sauce' but it is lacking the true taste of asia. So i think new additions should be flesh of a sweat shop child, some avian bird flu sauce and to top it all off a padlock on the burger so no pesky liberal foreigners can get in. Couldn't hurt right, just only you wont get to taste the burger like how no one can really get a taste of Asia. haha

Now for my second topic. SEX! Just the other day i was with a very confused friend. He was under the notion that if one were to proceed in the act of coitus with a condom it would constitute that both participants were still infact virgins. Now i did not know whether to laugh at this poor soul as he thought for 3 years he was still a virgin, or should i ask the question WHY DID PE FAILED HIM!?! That hilarious story aside, the act of sex is now very down played. No longer is it this magical thing that happens between a man and his female lover (or same sexed partner). It is now rather a series of chemical reactions in our body thanks to science's ability to desensitize everything. STD's are through the roof and divorce rates are up, pornographic advertisements are blatantly seen everywhere and now they are considering teaching sex ed to 4th graders. Kinda miss the days when it was this sacred thing we were not suppose to say out loud, like voldemort in harry potter haha. Sex has divided families, started wars and set of evolution how ever, WHERE IS THAT NOW? Dont know where i was taking that topic but meh.

Anyways to normal speak i think?
Hung out with my epic haikuers today, totally busting out sweet poemz.
Shall end with a haiku that sums up my mind set.



jimmi;

As always I am back with another incoherent rant about what ever is on my mind. First of all I am glad my cousin is not dead somewhere in Melbourne, and that she is soaking in the culture and what not .ie Shes prob trippin on some mad shrooms hahaha.

Anyways to todays first topic.... FUCKING PILGRIMS!
Taking up all the room on the train and on the streets with your annoying share the spirit bullshit is just plain annoying. Personally i think World Youth Day is a cash scheme to rip off tax payers to pay for the gay Lolita lap dances for the Pope.
If its World Youth Day then why is it catholic? Shouldn't the name entail that all youth should be included, not just restricted to deluded westernized zealots who have unquestionable loyalty to a man who looks like he fell down and hit every branch down of the Ugly Tree.
This only confirms my suspicions that catholicism is a scam, its just more subtle about it than the ridiculous Scientology. Yeah SUCK SHIT TOM CRUISE! Your ex wife named her newest daughter in spite of you fucking stupid religion, thats what you get for being an overcompensating, attention whoring douche.

On the topic of religion i can safely say i have renounced my own catholicism, nay my belief in god altogether. My mum questioned me about my faith the other day and instead of giving some half arsed answer i just flat out told her the truth "I don't believe in God mum". She took it better than i thought. Now im not saying that he(or she) doesn't exist I'm just saying this path isn't for me. In the end everyone needs to believe in something to get them through the day, whether its God or some kind of Cosmic Red Pandas pulling the strings, its safe to say we will never know until our time comes. Thus is the paradox of life, we exist without knowing our purpose yet strive to the end of our mortality to never comprehend what it meant.

Today i found out there was such a thing called a Lego club were members collaborated on lego building techniques. I was told this by a 5yrold. Why was i talking to a 5yrold? Because i was out shopping for a present with Lani for a present for her cousin. We realised how out of touch we were with our previous selves as kids who liked to finger paint and play house as we constantly asked "WTF DOES A 5YROLD LIKE?". Walking up those aisles brought back memories, play doh, hungry hippos, hot wheels cars...simpler times where the words girl and problem never came together or mattered. How i miss it.

On a lighter note I have rekindled an old passion thanks to Cassie and Susan somewhat.



leslie; (yes funny how I'm not using my own blog ... neglected poor little thing)

So melbourne, how has melbourne been? As Jimmiboy would put it, Melbourne has been ... EPIC!
I'm not going to go about recounting everything, but I just want to mention how refreshing Melbourne has been. For one thing, Melbourne is definitely a lot more cultural and, though now becoming quite a cliche, Melbourneans are generally a lot more laid back.

The past few days have been spent staring into the distance and contemplating moving to Melbourne after I complete my uni degree. Maybe for a year or two? Then move to Newtown?! LOL

For sure!!!!!!!!!!

Emily is currently sitting beside me becoming a fat pig, yes that's right, eating a whole box of sweets by herself. You should've seen her today - WOW! Can she eat?!

Yeah, anywhos, she's going to work it off now, by typing on a keyboard. =)
SEE YOU SOON!


emily;

First of all, I'd like to mention that Leslie is a parasite. Albeit, a lovable parasite.

And yes to state the obvious, today is our third day in Melbourne. I hate to say it, but it's a pretty nifty little city. For one thing, City Rail DOESNT exist. Basically this means traffic pretty much just flows and there's not as much road rage. Secondly, the layout of every single retail shop is flawless in both design and maintenance. Unfortunately, neither Leslie nor I have purchased anything besides food, alcohol, tram tickets and taxi services.

What's my favourite spot so far? This gorgeous alleyway near Collins St known as Centre Place. Its got this sweet graffiti and this awesome soup kitchen.
Potato leek and bacon soup ... mmmmmm ...

Funny that Jimmy mentioned obesity in his previous post, since I have joined this group individuals. How Jimmy will deal with one of his cousins being "one of them" - we'll just have to see.

Until my next post, over out.
x

(I miss my boyfriend and his stupid headlights)

jimmi;

Thank you all for the kind words and those for the nasty ones :)
This blog has been neglected for a very long time by yours' truly.
I have been thinking about the purpose of this blog, is it really a blog?
Blog defined in the conventional sense is basically an online diary.
However one comes to think is the internet a suitable outlet for my fucked up thoughts?
I say...yes!

So here is what I have been thinking...FAT KIDS!
I for one am indifferent about the obesity epidemic that is affecting the Australian population.
Yet, it got me thinking. What if my daughter married a fat kid?
Would i be cool with that? I would like to think yes, but now the answer is NO.
WHY? Because I dont want to have a lazy ass fat son in law who does nothing for his family.
Also that son of a bitch will prob cark it before me, leaving me with the burden of his possibly fat grandchildren whom will probably also break my knees when they sit on my lap.

Also Unicorns...yes unicorns. My obsession with them grows. My reasons for liking them, even elude me. However their horn is this subtle phallic symbol of epicness and I always tend to see them when im high or when im munting hard haha. Yes kiddies stay off the herb and the thin white line. Although I read that shrooms when ingested, the ingestee still retains all of the mythical aspects experienced from taking the drug a year on.
Thus LETS GET SOME SHROOMS! On the side note they do grow in cow poo :S

Stupid early morning incoherent rants aside, not much has been happening.
I am learning that i am growing up faster than i would like to, but i guess it is helping me adjust to the real world.
Friendships fading, dreams broadened, cynicism apparent all constitute what i am today...a pretentious art school kid with delusions of grandeur.

On a side note, I have been abusing my liver for too long. Thus have started a epicness ban.
Thus I have been sober for nearly a week now, and wow how much of a fun time are you missing out on when you see everyone else drunk off their tits. I have also noticed how chat and seedy some bars are when you are sober there. Best example is maloneys haha.
Although I love that place to death it is a breeding ground of lameness and goat.
I also read that when alcoholics get off the piss they sink into a depression, so am i in a depression? Probably hey! Explains alot about my lame and quote Anonymous "should fuck myself with my own cock tryhard " self :)

Back to random, I woke up a few mornings ago...yes morning not afternoon like usual, to find a fish tank in my kitchen. From where this bastion of water and beast came from is still a mystery, the only clue is that it is tacky thus my dad probably bought it. I named one of the fish Zebra 2 after Eimy's own fish that died and ironically the next day Zebra 2 died, therefore the name is CURSED!

Also now I am making my jewellery, upload photos soon :)
Shout out to Cassie, Lani, Eimy, Emu and Jennifer who's birthdays have recently passed or I have neglected to blog about.
And to end with shout outs, here is one to Daniella as she mentioned me in her blog and helped me find an annoying unread message on my phone...yes i am noob and helping me in my quasi liquor ban :)

Peace Fuckers!

p.s my photos suck

emily;




As wisely indicated by Leslie in a previous comment, a picture says a thousand words.
This is what I got up to today...

Ohhhh yeahhh ... about time right? RIGHT?