whatserface

vent space

2009-08-16T22:07:00.003+10:00

WELCOME TO MY VENTING.

Sometimes, I just need a break. From the outside it may look like I'm doing nothing - I haven't got my licence, I haven't been studying properly for uni, I don't even go to class regularly ... but right now, I feel like I'm pushing myself to the absolute limit. I can't fucking take it. I feel like everything is inadequate. But nobody knows about the things going on inside my head.

I don't have enough time. Assignment after assignment. I need fucking room to inhale and exhale.

Yes, I have to work. Yes, I understand I need the money. Yes I understand this is nobody's fault and I am just incapable.

Incapale of coping, incapable of not whinging.

Argh why can't good things happen to good people. I want J to win the lotto so he can stop stressing about monetary problems all the time and fucking buy the things that make him happy. I want K to find someone that will love her and appreciate her for the things that make her special. I want my parents to be happy with me. I want work to be happy with me and not give me a fucking warning for getting 74% on mystery shop.

I want a thank you. I want a nice night where I can just be me.

Em

is there life on mars?

2009-02-05T15:13:00.003+11:00

jimmi;

Yes yes i know emily has tried to resume her blogging only because she wants to steal the new limelight i have gotten from my crack induced rants...but i still love that fish.
Anyways I have come to the conclusion that i need to detox. After months of living out of a suitcase and endless partying has taken a toll on my body and my mind not to mention waking up in an emergency room with a tag around your wrist that says unknown really makes you rethink your life choices.
So thus, no more self destructive hobbies, no more alcohol, crack, meat and especially no more girls. But unfortunately for me I am stuck working at events that have all of those things, yes you crack heads, im talking about Festivals.

Tis summer, the time you have been waiting months for, you have to figure where all of your hard earned dosh goes and grab mums credit card and buy your tickets quick before they are on ebay for 3 times as much. You are still shaking off last years come down but you think Its going to be the best time of your life, seeing your favourite bands play, plenty of what you think are std free girls around and sizzle and rack flowing the fair grounds like a fucking river. However what will really happen is you are going to be too trashed to even make it to your bands set, you are going to walk around the showgrounds like a fucking invalid, your mouth gurning like a mofo and your skin burnt pink while you lay sloshed on the ground covered in dirt. Even after all of this, you can't wait to do it again next year....hahaha its quite hilarious how we just love to fuck ourselves up, but hey this is a junkie taking.
There are redeeming features of festivals though, i haven't heard the phrase "I Love You" used so many times in one place, all of the platonic love affairs and bromances explode when you take ecstacy haha.

Don't really know where i was going with this.

when all is lost and forgotten

2009-02-03T19:10:00.003+11:00

emily

Hello :) guess who is back?

Don't know why I decided to write something here ... but I might as well keep blogging. It keeps the boredom and frustration at bay.

Two thousand and nine.

I want this year to be grand. But then again, who doesn't want their year to be grand? Last year I let myself fall a little, and I stopped doing some of the things I love. Maybe this year will be

different.

I hope lovely Jimmy here doesn't mind that I'm sharing his cyberspace again. Wait, what am I thinking. Of course he doesn't. He LOVES me. :) haha

To jimmy: I have finally finished your birthday present. Be warned. The prolonged time does not necessarily mean that this finished gift is well-thought and well-done. But, you may pick it up anyway!

why don't you come on over valerie?

2009-01-18T15:07:00.007+11:00

jimmi;

To my loyal readers i am back from the crack den that sparks my inconceivable thoughts.
First of all i would like to wish everybody a happy new year and may their slates be wiped cleaned to make room for the new mistakes of '09 to blemish.
Moving on to more important matters..blow up dolls. Apparently there's a guy in Cairns being labeled the 'Blow Up Doll Rapist'. What he is doing is breaking into sex shops stealing a blow up doll and inflating the sex doll and making sweet sweet plastic love to it in the alley behind the shop. After this is done he done he would do what any normal man would after a sexual encounter, ditch the girl by using a stock standard excuse such as "I have a rocket to fly" or "I need to get back to my wife".
So lets say this guy was married, is he technically cheating on his wife with these plastic vessels of dirty sex? These dolls are not sentient, thus he is merely making love to an oversized condom, however the japanese have developed a doll which is robotic. So this animate being still lacks the general thought of what the hell its purpose is, which is mainly to satisfy the married men who cant get any off their headache prone wives. Thus the pure purpose of these machines is to provide sexual gratification to whom married men are deprived from and thus it is cheating. Many would disagree with me here that making love to a lifeless doll isn't cheating, but i look in disgust. Not to their ignorance to the situation but the fact there are guys out there getting off to a plastic lookalike of a dollar prostitute you could find on the streets of Kings Cross.
Obviously their cognitive skills are severly impaired or their fetishes for plastic simply transcends my train of thought.
Either way...thats gross motherfucker!

Dawn of a new year
Time to make bad decisions
And getting fucked up

how does your garden grow?

2008-12-18T16:36:00.003+11:00

jimmi;

This rant has been put off long enough, yes it is time to finally attack the monstrosity that is the Twilight series!
First of all, yes i have skimmed through some of the pages of these really shitty books so i have standing for my hate rants! This is for all of those poor innocent bystanders who have to listen to teeny bopper girls squealing about how good the series is and how hot and idealistic Edward Cullen is.
To begin with Twilight is just a shit story. Ok so what you have a teenage girl with self esteem issues who has to deal with the trials and tribulations which is high school. That there is the most original back story ever, like seriously give Stephanie Meyer a fucking medal or a muffin for her huge heifer ass (we will get to that later). Then surprise surprise she meets an incredibly attractive guy, oh and yeah hes a VAMPIRE. Like ohmigawd really? Then 300 chapters later some dude comes and kidnaps the girl for no apparent reason and as always the strapping young vampire must rescue this fucking boring damsel in distress. And cue unnecessary sequels!

Secondly the characters are the most two dimensional and stereotypical characters ever written. Not only is this a banal love story but the characters seem to have no depth to them at all. Bella is an insecure, self loathing and useless damsel in distress who for some reason beyond my comprehension decides to stick with her cocky dickhead vampire boyfriend.

Also now this book has become an international phenomena. Meaning this size 18 print book without any discernible morals will now be the new To Kill a Mocking Bird of the 21st century, meaning this shititure will be taught in schools, just wait the average national IQ is desperately drop in the next few years. Now the worst has happened, the series evolved into a Film. So, the next generation of young women are currently flocking to see a female lead starring in a movie by a female director based on a bestselling book by a female author, and in this movie the main character wants to become completely submissive and self-sacrificing for a male. So much for centuries of woman's suffrage.

Now to him, the very troubled Edward Cullen. Okay ladies HE IS A FICTIONAL CHARACTER.
Hes not going to save your pathetic ass anytime soon because he is a made up motherfucker. Even so he is riddled with textbook daddy issues and is a closet homosexual. He does not exist and even though we do have people have manifest some of his qualities none of them will ever talk to you because you are a boring and insecure bitch.

Now Twilight is the product of a unpopular fat girl's pathetic daydreams get written down and published into a bestselling book. So to rectify this problem i think when we see a fat girl with a pen, slap that motherbitch out and give her a muffin instead.

Bring on the hate mail, this needed to be said.

eye candy

2008-12-13T19:20:00.005+11:00

The above are a collection of photographs I have taken over the past few weeks. Thought you guys deserved some pleasant imagery rather than hate filled text for once.

The rest of the photos can be viewed from my website http://astarphotos.blogspot.com/

Enjoy

Jimmy x

a summers disregard

2008-12-08T01:42:00.004+11:00

jimmi;

Lately I have been going on alot of photoshoots, which is good because it occupies my mind and it gives me time to collaborate with the other COFA kids. Anyways whilst i am on these shoots which are done in semi public areas, I get my fair share of spectators....no thats too polite lets refer to them as BoneHeads.
Now these Boneheads are the kind of guys who not only stare relentlessly at the poor scantily clad models but come up to me with suggestions on how to better the photoshoot, such as to make the models strip nude. These horny morons aside there was one character that gave me the heebeejeebees when he snuck up on me. It was a shoot down at Woollmooloo and he claimed he was the devil. After offering me the reward of a million dollars in exchange of a photograph of the self proclaimed Lucifer, however after i kindly declined his generous offer he started hurling profanity towards me and with the final threat of me going to heaven.
Now craziness aside what really got me thinking was the clothes he was wearing. It is those tacky fire print clothes one would by from go-lo. So it got me thinking, maybe Go-Lo is connected to the devil and their Hot Deals are actually an allusion to the fiery pits of hell. One would think that logically this would make sense, who else shops at Go-Lo? Bogans for one, ill-informed politicians and many Twilight readers are all prime examples of pure evil that shop at Go-Lo.

And on the topic of Twilight, you are the bane of my existence. Why must you be the annoying fad you are like High School Musical and Harry Potter. I wish one day you shall return to your dark and nefarious dwelling of a Go-Lo Savings bin you poor excuse for literature.

Don't want to hate you
So do not show me your bed
Doomed to be your friend

so much beauty in the dirt

2008-12-03T21:31:00.002+11:00

jimmi;

My recent trip down from Melbourne has made me come to the conclusion that homeless people do not work hard enough for their money shit damn. When i was down in m-town even the homeless drew little doodles on the sidewalk, so that little extra bit of effort was worth the spare shrapnel I had in my wallet. Yes i know Sydney street people have a different approach to begging for money...they beg. Come on, what the fuck is that. We all know you are all going to blow your money on booze or drugs as soon as you get my hard earned money so spice it up a little. I don't want your sap stories on those AIDS affected pieces of cardboard you write your pleas on, i want a motherfucking story. Say if you need money for for a sex change cause you are a lesbian trapped in a mans body...HELL i would pay for that. I might sound extremely ignorant of the hardships these people have taken, but I really couldn't give two shits.

Also on a side note, FUCK WOMEN AND YOUR MIND GAMES! Why do you do it, are you not aware of the subconscious mind games already happening. So this is what i'm going to do next time a girl i'm seeing plays a mind game on me, I am going to make her jump through a fucking hoop. I will literally get a hoop and make the bitch jump through. I'm so sick of these god damn power plays in relationships, i think it should be decided with a game of rock, paper scissors and who ever wins gets the proverbial whip, or real one..what ever tickles your sick fetishes.

OUT FUCK

My death by Sydney
Streets littered with broken dreams
I am now a ghost

little black sandals

2008-11-18T11:37:00.004+11:00

jimmi;

Observances of today, the social faux pas. Why must we always be thinking about what we say to others. It's like there is this fragile veil of sensitivity infront of everyone and the slightest politically incorrect comment can lead to social suicide. Why must we adhere to these invisible rules, surely we have come to the point of social tolerance where we can speak our mind and not be looked down upon contemporary convervativism and that people actually have grown some balls and just take remarks as what they are, fucking words. Like last night i saw a fat chick try to climb over the fence at McDonald's and have an epic fall. Now whether if this was an act of laziness to not walk around the fence to the entrance or an act of desperation to eat prepacked heart attacks, it is still the epitome of fat hilarity. Yet the question is, was I in the wrong for laughing at such an occurrence? By my reasoning, I couldn't give a shit. This is life, some stuff is funny that it hurts. Some women will have a big ass and others will be big ass women, shit happens so don't play the social taboo card on me because this is life and we play motherfucking black jack!
On a side note i think i have solved McDonalds problem of causing obesity in kids. The whole whale flopping over the fence gave me the idea that they should make an obstacle course to get into the restaurants. That way those little tubbies can work off a little sweat before they devour 6 supersized family meals.

Been roaming around
Looking in the wrong places
Something I can't see

lovers undercover

2008-11-16T03:41:00.001+11:00

jimmi;

Photowhores, I come across them all the time in my line of work. Yet something about them intrigues me. Out of all the social relationships i have uncovered during my very short and drawl life, I have found out that vanity between peers is an attribute found in all who consider themselves part of this new generation of "who gives a fuck just look at me!"
So what spurred the creation of such a fiend. I blame all of those new age movements with all of that bullshit that you are special in your own way, and perhaps the abundance of social networking sites such as Myspace and Facebook. All of these nuances are contributing factors of the extremely ugly persona that is the photowhore.
See all of the photos taken with their own shitty digicam or when they are being the clubrats that they are and bother photographers like me to take 2103823943123 photos of them all end up on some form of public forum. Such as a social online profile, an instant messaging display photo or a blog. Either way they use these photos to promote themselves as a special and 'different' person, as pathetic as that sounds.
So to circumvent this, maybe we should give them an incentive to take photos, such as a threat on their lives or maybe just beat them at their own game. Why dont we all start taking copious ammounts of photographs of ourselves at all times, while we are eating, while we are popping a squat, while we watch a donkey show. This way we rid of their sole motivation of taking the photos in the first place...individuality via annoyance.
But in the end these guys remind me of those people who walk by stores and look at their reflection on the window glass and when glanced at by a store worker they quickly shrug off the exposed self indulgence and try to live with themselves by taking more luvo photos of themselves. Such vanity is beyond my comprehension.

I came across a dead person a few weeks ago. He was a homeless guy who had a heart attack outside my uni. I saw him just as they put the sheet over him. Twas a month of death, considering there were the suicides previously of young men. Everytime i think im going to see a dead person i want to poke them with a stick to find out, but when you see one in real life the surrealness and morbitiy take over you like a nasty std you got from that one girl at the club. Anyways I was told this was the second time someone as died near COFA. The first time was two years ago where another homeless man carked it. This was in the afternoon and he was laying down on the path. However being the artists that cofa produces everyone thought it was a performance piece and thus ignored the poor old guy until the grounds keeper came over and actually checked his pulse. So anyways the moral of the story is if you think someone is dead, poke them with a stick to make sure.

Hot like a fever
Consumed with whats to transpire
Feels like im dying

i'm a poet at large

2008-11-12T21:11:00.004+11:00

jimmi;

Hello bored motherfuckers, Jimwise is back with another rant about what ever crack concoction my mind comes up with.
So much to blog about, such a small attention span.
I guess I will start with this whole shit ice cream debacle. May i first say, bahahahahaha. She actually ate shit. That there my friends is ironic gold. Like you always taunt your friends or foes with that phrase, but for it to be realized in a literal context and to be publicized on national television put the proverbial cherry on this shit sundae. However as disgusting as this sounds lets back up a bit. What happened if this became an actual delicacy? Imagine you go to a restuarant and say "Yes I would like to try to Balinese excrement today please, I heard its fresh!" I reckon people would eat if it was like a celebrities, say if your shit sundae was encrusted with diamonds, then you know it would be a rich black guy's poo cause that shit is just balla.

On a more serious note alot of my friends have been experiencing theft in their lives, especially those involving the old bag and snatch. Now im thinking, why punish these people who steal our much coveted material commercialism? Sure I would beat the shit out of anyone that would rob me, but if they have the nerve to try and snatch my bag then they must have the feet of slaves, cause those motherbitches can run. So i think i am trying to propose a new kind of athleticism. One in which ones physical peakness is determined by endangering their life. To reiterate lets have a 100m sprint with someone with a shank chasing said competitor. So now the entertainment value of track sports is doubled. We get to see feats of physical epicness and we might get to see a noob get shanked, its win win yes?

enough for one day, actually no. For those who read my blog, could you please leave a note on the tagboard. I was almost about to quit this blog due to lack of responses from viewers.

A poet at large
Waging wars to shake the beat
To become someone

empty

2008-11-08T11:45:00.004+11:00

jimmi;

Have a stone where my heart should be
Nothing I say, can make you love me,
The stars, the sky they all fade away
All i see now are tear blinded eyes.

season of illusions

2008-11-06T12:50:00.003+11:00

jimmi;

My my has it been a long and eventful absence from this electronic diary. So many disturbing occurrences and ironic observances to recount in a coherent and chronological matter. Thus I have decided to adhere to my normal storytelling style. Utter word vomit.

May I first give my accolades to Barack Obama. He beat that cracked ass cracker John McCain to and his hussy vice president Senator Palin to the ground with his superior rhetoric and his genetic endowments. I only hope that he gets to live to see the oval office and not be offed by some redneck impervious to the changes in social stigma and out right common decency. I am very relieved that there will not be another 4 years of republican reign. The possibility of Palin being the president after McCain suffers from his imminent heart attack would be disastrous to everyone. I could imagine global warming be taught in schools to be the sun hugging the earth more tightly than usual or that if you try REALLY hard you can see Russia from Alaska. Republicans scare me.

Now away from politics and to other news, apparently i look like a male prostitute. A few weeks ago i was propositioned by some seedy old guy on Oxford street. Now i don't know if i should be flattered or fucking freaked out, but this leads me to a funny story for me to recall. Back in the day i knew this girl who would dress like a hoodrat. So one day on a school mufti day she decked out her usual skampy attire and when she was waiting at the bus stop another 'lady of the night' ran up to her and yelled "RUN LOVE, THE COPS ARE COMING!". The strange lady then took the girls hand and they both ran off together to the bordellos of the skies. Needless to say that this was a gross misunderstanding of identity but it is also the epitome of hilarity to the point of self urination...maybe just two drops.

Enough for one day, over and out.

You are to be loved
In secret, between shadows
Like dark things should be

Sleep is for dreamers

2008-10-19T22:28:00.004+11:00

jimmi;

I have recently become an avid fan of post secret. This whole idea of sharing your secrets with the world really intrigues me. There is this whole kind of liberation when you reveal a secret to someone, i know this because the other night i did exactly that. I confided in a person about my up most personal secret and the end result? Freedom. There was a strange sense of insight, vicarious in nature which ultimately gives you what everyone wants...answers. So I implore you, release your secrets you may be surprised on how they are received. Veritas vos liberabit

To add to that note of freedom, it is not freedom in a conventional sense but rather a intrinsic unattainable ideal. People always talk about freedom and how to live a certain way, but the more you live a certain way the less it feels like freedom. However i know i can change over the course of a day, when im awake i am one person, when i go to sleep i know i am someone different. I guess i don't know who i am most of the time, but thats life, you never know what is going to happen so why enforce this banal normality onto us? Freedom in a modern sense is given only to those who conform to social stigmas that result in the death of humanity and the birth of autonomy. If someone pefers to release their frustrations rather than bottle it up to save it as a tumour, why are they seen as mentally unstable? Why is this such a judgemental and unaccepting society? It is a question that plagues my sleep.

No hate rant today, sorry kids.

There's no time for tears
Wasted water all it is
Doesn't grow flowers

2008-10-16T03:42:00.002+11:00

jimmi;

Tis a witching hour for me to be up but my mind is cluttered with inconceivable thoughts to be laid to rest. Why am I up? Even i do not know the answer to that. My best guess is that I am high on crack thus the consequences of such an act is insomniac periods of complete euphoria, however i am lacking that thus something is amiss. But enough of what is ailing me and more to what is ailing the world.

First rant of the blog, human curiosity of other peoples business. Why? Why are we inexplicably drawn to the other peoples private thoughts and situations. We constantly try to pry these well kept secrets from their fragile vaults, do we feed off the compromise of peoples' integrity...well i can honestly say i do. Like for instance when a friend of mine, who will stay anonymous, started a relationship with a local Lothario i put forth a wager that said stud would crack her chastity belt and make the beast with two backs her within 3 months, when she said she could last a year.
2 months later i received call detailing me of the victory in this wager and the prize i could claim...in the form of a fifty dollar note which i did not hesitate to flutter in front of her for god knows how long. Neverless it was a dicky thing to do, but what is more disturbing is my tendencies towards schadenfreude attitudes.

However I am not alone in this. In today' society, we like to build up celebrities only to hope that our conditioning of them will lead us to an entertaining self destruction. Where does this enjoyment of other peoples suffering come from is what perplexes me. Are we really this greedy little monster that eats away at what ever is around us? Or are we merely just jealous of those who are happy? Own happiness is preferred, but others misfortune should not be scorned.

Finally to end this cynical blog, I have been accused of being condescending and pretentious.
I am here to not rebuke these claims but rather try to explain them...I can't. I am like this now and was like this 18 years ago. If you don't like it then don't be my friend. It is how i view you and the world and if you can't hack my criticism then maybe you should go fly a kite.

I want an other
To whisper my thoughts into
but i dance alone

2008-10-10T01:03:00.002+11:00

jimmi;

While I am sitting here pondering the wonders of life, I can only think of how life has screwed me.
Yes, for the first time this year i am partially sick. I thought my immune system was kicking as i did not catch any infectious diseases throughout winter, when germs are like rabbits on Viagra. Thus i am plagued with tonsillitis, or in other words the result of macking out with a unicorn with a bleeding horn. To remedy this i am not relying on meds to cure me but rather tea with a bit of honey and constant gargling with salt water, which i am finding very effective. Yet it got me thinking, imagine if there was a miracle pill that cured all of your ailments. Sure it would be the answer to all of our problems, but wheres the fun. Half the humour of most STDs is trying to find out who gave them to you in the first place, where would the senseless pay outs go or social scrutiny? Lets face it, diseases make us stronger biologically and socially as people.

Twas a tangent of a post.

Said the moon was ours
Can't see through tear blinded eyes
Stone where heart should be

Ocean breathes salty

2008-10-04T11:20:00.005+10:00

jimmi;

Here is the part where i explain why I haven't been blogging in a while, but you don't want to hear about that, all you have to do is assume i have better things to do than sit in front of a laptop and type senseless dribble, I'd much rather scream publicly incoherent rabble ;)

Anyways first rant, shit books. Now in all book stores i have been seeing the Twilight series has been in its best seller self for like months. I don't get why people read it. Not only does it over romanticize vampires to the point they are just homo-erotic European men only wanting to talk to babes with big titts and carry little vampire poodles around with them, but it also misguides people to think they they all have what it takes to be a writer. I am not saying that people who wish to be creative shouldn't try, hell I encourage everyone to indulge with their expressive persona. However I am still entitled to my opinions of what is literary art what is not. Although my motivations of hate are clouded, i cannot judge entirely until i have the writers intentions fully understood. Maybe they only wrote it for the money, which then my feelings of hate towards the series will turn into unimaginable admiration. Not only did they write a piece of crap 3 times, but they managed to fool people into buying their expensive paper weights.
Indeed they are con artists of the highest caliber.

To add to this rant, i find it hilarious that America's economy is going bust. You have been on the top for too long and now you are finally getting yours. In the form of a 700 billion dollar bitch slap to the face biotch! And if American voters are as stupid as they were when Bush was in power, then that debt is just going to grow until America becomes the sweat shop of the world and Chinese people are the ones rocking out the Blang and drinking strawberry champagne out of golden chalices encrusted with germeralds.

They say revenge is a dish best served cold, but then who eats a dish cold? I have realized that so many people have hidden their true colours underneath this veil of supposed naivete, that only now people who I thought were genuine and beautiful beings are now just ugly and bitter. But i wonder why people must talk the trash about others, or smack people down with harsh lines of rhetoric. It is a mystery that will elude me to the end of time. However, the old me would have resorted to revenge in a conflict, perhaps stoop to a lower level than my conflictee, but now I have realized that life is too short to be caught up in this bullshit and i rather be spending time smoking crack and having fun with mates than to be getting riled up by some jerk who has a problem with me.
With this note Annie, im glad you are taking the high road :)

I still feel you, and
the taste of black cigarettes
You are my blue light

temporary goodbye

2008-09-23T18:31:00.002+10:00

emily;

Not gonna blog for a while - haven't got the heart for it.
But I'm sure Jimmy will be more than sufficient reading. lol

Thanks to kimbob for making me laugh when I thought it was impossible to smile
Thanks to Jimmy for sticking around and being unmovable
Thanks to Amanda for her occassional mentions and lift-me-ups haha
Thanks to Jam for unwavering support and advice
Thanks to Jess and Jenn for understanding
Thanks to Cao, Vincent, Daryl and Davie for looking after me saturday night

Over and out
Be back in a while

Hold on, be strong

It won't be long now

You would lift your head up if you knew what I know

It's not too late to

Tomorrow comes another day

Trust me I know

So if you're ever feeling down

And you need a shoulder

Lift your head up 'cause its not over

Aaron Sledge, Hold On

2008-09-19T22:59:00.000+10:00

emily;

this could have all been avoided
if I didn't let him get of that car
if I had kept them apart
it could have all been avoided

2008-09-16T21:01:00.003+10:00

emily;

Some more explanations are due, and especially, some overdue apologies.

To daisy:
Don't know if you will ever read this, and I don't care if other people read this, but it was the only I could contact you in the best way I could think of. You're right, and I'm sorry. I let things get out of hand - way more out of hand than I ever thought it could get. You helped me, even when I knew you didn't want to and had no choice.
Like I said in my previous post. I miss you. I miss Davo, and I miss Kelvin. I always felt a little secluded from your trio during high school - cause you were always closer to them than I would ever be, but I still miss it. I realised before it was too late to fix things, and I'm sorry for that. I should have tried harder, but please don't think that I didn't try. Those "empty phone calls", I didn't mean for them to be that way. They were the only times I could man up the courage to face you; in the pursuit that I would be able to just grasp back any little piece of friendship that we had left.

Him? I'd be lying if I said he didn't mean everything to me. I guess its because I put so much of my being into making something work that I lost track of the other important things.
I don't want to be one of those people who disappear, and then suddenly come back because things go wrong. But I guess that's the way it always happens.

All I can say is that I'm sorry.

I'm sorry Daisy, I'm sorry Jimmy, and I'm sorry Davo.

I know that I have done you all wrong.

untitled

2008-09-15T10:06:00.004+10:00

emily;

okay, let me explain.

Maybe you should all ignore my last blog before the one about the rainbow - i.e. the one in lame dedication to Kimb. Why? Because I lied.

Life isn't stable and I miss my friends. I miss having too much time and not knowing what to do with it. Yes, I know. I've let myself down. I've let this situation occur. But, as stupid as this may sound, the circumstances which have influenced this situation was anything but easy. I'm not going to go into detail about these influences right now, but I guess you could all probably guess what I'm getting at anyway.

My life is a total mess.

Where did all this emo inspiration come from? I just read Amanda's blog. And I felt guilty for lying. Even if this is just some little bit of cyberspace that actually contributes to no amount of matter to anything.

Family. The word itself connotes to disharmony, difficult decisions and complete and utter frustration. I don't know what to do anymore. My heart says one thing, my head says another. Cliche cliche cliche
Look at this, I can't even write.

Am I too young? Is it merely hormonal talk?
Do my parents really know what's best for me?
Have I lost the plot? Is it to late to go back?

What do I do now?

2008-09-14T17:42:00.001+10:00

emily;

and after the sun comes the fucking rain.
Where the hell did the rainbow go?

2008-09-13T23:47:00.003+10:00

emily;

Kimberly told me to blog.
Kimberly is a bully.

On another note, how freaking nice was today??
Summer. I could smell it. And it was freaking awesome!
I wish I hadn't wasted it though - I tried ... very hard I might add, to start on my torts essay. But the sunshine was torture. So I gave in for a while; sitting in the sun for about an hour outside hoping that a beautiful tan might suddenly appear.

There's nothing to blog about really. Life is ordinary; stable. I have nothing to complain about but a lot to look forward to. The only thing I wish I could change was my time management. I'm exceptionally bad at this. No matter what I do, there always seems to be no time for phone calls and meet ups. Maybe this will all change in a month or so. Who knows. As depressing as this may sound, I'm too worn out to exert any more effort. Hold it against me if you will, but those people who matter, they'll always know I love them.

That was a stupid paragraph.

Are you happy Kimb? I just saved you from 5 minutes of boredom. :)

a lack of colour

2008-09-05T23:05:00.004+10:00

jimmi;

I was on the train the other day and i couldn't help but over hear a woman rabble on about her so called gifted son. Now fair enough all parents should be proud of their little miracles, but there is a point from your child being 'special' to your child being the vessel you are going to ride your failed dreams on. A recent survey found out that 85% of people who thought their children were gifted, were only mediocre. Also another survey found out that 90% of all parents who thought their child was gifted were indeed on crack cocaine. Go figure.

Now rant of the day, ignorant people! You hear people say ignorant shit all the time, and sometimes you just want them to shut the fuck up. I remember a few weeks ago there was this girl bitching about some girl and what a slut she was, then she said something that really annoyed me "I don't cheat on my boyfriend", well honey..YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO you dumb bitch! It's like everyone nowadays wants credit for something they are suppose to do. Another example is like when a white guy says DDR is shit lame and only gay Asians play that, but you ignorant slut, you dance like a retard like that when Justice is cranking at 77. Ignorant people failing at life is sad, but whats worse is that fat kids never fail at cooking.

And where do the failed people go? TAFE! I was conversing with shire kid Gouldy today and I came to the conclusion that TAFE is like a club with books. You pay 10 bucks to get in after a hefty and confusing confrontation with the door bitch(administration), then you head in and wander arond aimlessly not knowing what the fuck you are doing there in the first place. So after a while you kinda have an idea of whats going on, you go to the bar and hit up some drinks(fees) where you meet more clueless people(TAFE lecturers). Now after some inchorent banter you hit the dance floor where you meet the glamour kids(uni students). You challenge them to a battle (exam), only to be served back with superior buck krumping and freestylin rhymes. This is where the security notices you are fail and thus kicks you out of the club . So what did you learn? It's a waste of time.

Now to the boring part. I talked about bullshit and lies a few weeks ago but i want to touch up on it. As said before the key difference between bullshit and lies is the intention of deceit. My query is, when does bullshit turn into a lie. As in, how much delusion can one have before they no longer have the option of thinking they are not a liar. Because in the end i think most people are lying to themselves and should come to the realisation of their actual situation. Now i am not saying people dont lie to each other. My general rule of thumb is that everyone lies! I can admit that men lie alot but womens lies are so much worse. For example a male lie would be like "I was at Davo's house" but a female lie is something like "It's your baby".

Rant over and out!

My mind is dying
I'm not going to heaven
Cause it feels like hell

cigarettes and suitcases

2008-09-01T23:54:00.002+10:00

jimmi;

It has come to my attention that I have become totally apathetic towards everything. I no longer care about what i do, what i wear or what i eat. One could say that I have given up on morals and beliefs altogether. Just the other day i traded my faith for a pair of shoes. Thats right bitches you heard me. I hocked a crucifix i got for my confirmation for a pair of bitchin' shoes from Pete Vs Toby. Now these shoes are illin'! Now you may say im going to hell but you know what? Bring it, cause im going to be moon walking all over that mofo in these stylish shoes!

To reference emily's post about shopping alone, fuck social norms. If she wants to shop alone, then let the bitch do so! Why does there have to be a convention to every situation one finds themself in? You pride yourself of having the ability to choose what you want to do, however you sacrifice your liberty for the security of being accepted. You should have neither. HA, and they say we have freedom in todays society, you know what? Fuck the free world! This world isn't free, we just live under the illusion that it is, if it was we could all be eating chicken and watermelon without being judged by fools who think Kanye West is a rapper.

Finally I am sick of this notion of "love" being thrown around like a two dollar prostitute on a Sunday. The true meaning has been lost decades ago in the sea of corny hall mark cards, half paper candy and streams of delusional teen dramas who are written by people who smoke crack everyday. So please keep your obviously crack induced opinions and beliefs on the matter to your god damn self.

Peace niggers!

ebay mania

2008-09-01T12:20:00.003+10:00

emily;

Soooooo ... Bonnie blogged from Fisher library in her last entry, so I am copying her coolness and blogging in UTS library. Oh the joy of being university students with access to computer libraries. My contracts textbook is sitting next to me looking pretty, as are my pens, my books, and my lovely usb stick which I purchased for $15.

I'm a sad case.

First of all, happy birthday shout out to Azzi and Anish Wilson. I don't think they're going to read this, but oh well. It seemed appropriate. :)

2 weeks ago I joined ebay. I know, I'm a bit slow on the uptake, but let's just put that fact aside for now. Anyway, being impulsive me, I bid on this high waisted pair of lee shorts for $20. Heck! Lee shorts for $20! They were a size 10 ... and I thought since I've gained a bit of weight, I'd fit into them FUH SURE. Unfortunately I failed to see the measurements which the owner had put up. The waist measurement was 84cm.
I ran into mum's room and stole her tape measure.
My waist measures 74cm.
WHAT THE HECK - since when did I have this tiny waist??
Now, I am sitting here praying that someone else will bid on the shorts ...

BUT BIDDING IS SO MUCH FUN. I can't resist just keying in a number and laughing with glee ... even though the excitement only lasts for about 5secs. Stfu ebay and my addiction to you! Stfu you and your alluring consumerist nature!

BUT UTS LIBRARY WON'T LET ME ACCESS EBAY. WHY?

I'm an idiot hahaha

Over and out.

I sang along while I was swinging

2008-08-26T20:58:00.002+10:00

emily;

A conversation I had today:

Me: Hey! Haven't seen you in ages.
Passerby: *looks startled* Oh shit, Emily!
M: Oh shit? Haha must be pretty bad to see me, huh?
P: Oh no no no ... I'm just surprised that you're alone.
M: Oh?
P: Usually you're in a big group or something
M: I see ...
P: So what are you doing? No uni?
M: No, not today.
P: What are you shopping for?
M: Present for my boyfriend.
P: haha which boyfriend is it now?
M: *punches P* Hey! What is that supposed to mean?
P: Haha nothing.
*awkward silence*
P: Seriously, why are you shopping by yourself?
M: Why not?
P: It's weird

Shit, Constitutional Law just killed 40 pages of printing. Noooooo - all that lovely white reflex paper. *sniffs

I don't get it - why can't I shop alone?

I bit my tongue in the art of conversation
I don't know why
I don't know why
I met you once and I'd fallen for your notions
I don't know why
I don't know why
Do you believe that there are treasures in the ocean?
Did I say I'm just a boy
Just a boy - Angus and Julia Stone

so he won't break

2008-08-20T21:57:00.002+10:00

jimmi;

Krunk master jim back for another round of incoherent rants.
Many apologies for the long hiatus, but been ridiculously busy with COFA and work.
Finally getting to the photography courses at uni, no more bullshit intro studies! So now i am like totally immersed in taking mother bitchin' snaps! On the downside i have been spending all my money on photography gear, fucking paper is so god damn expensive! I spent 250 on a 50 pack of multigrade fiber based paper...lame!

Anyways rant of the week: Public Displays of Affection. You see it walking down the street, eating at one of your favorite eateries or when you unexpectedly turn your head whilst in a crowd. Now while this image of two people getting couplely in close proximity slowly rapes your eyes, just ask yourself....WHY ARE THEY DOING THAT! Don't they have like the common decency to like not want to make people cringe...nay vomit! Today i was walking down George Street and there was a guy with his hand down his womans top, HER TOP SON! Now thats just disgusting have some fucking common decency! Like i dont care what kind of G rated sex you are having at home, just keep that shit out of my face you lame lame people!

Second rant: Teeny Boppers. You are the epitome of everything i am not. Uncouth , dirty and socially ignorant. You're peroxide hair, gay fluoro clothes, flared jeans, tacky jewellery/mobile phone accessories and your fucking tendency to shuffle in the most inappropriate places just emphasizes that you are the bane of my existence. Please stop talking in abbreviations and using shit slang. You were born here so fucking assimilate and learn proper register and grammar.

On other matters i am temporarily a vegetarian. My dear mother doesn't believe that I could give up meat, so now until the 15th of october i am a veggo and no i am not one of those posers who become a vegetarian because they watched some PETA videos and now they feel all sensitive and gay, but rather this is a test of self discipline. I find it quite easy and frankly healthier than my previous meat lifestyle.

Will have more stories to come.
Birthday shout out to Kiri, Lucrezia, Andy and Jess.

My suicide dream
People making fun of me
Reason? Jealousy!

your song

2008-08-15T15:33:00.001+10:00

emily;

I can't explain how much I love this ...
and how much I think Ewan McGregor does the song justice.

2008-08-11T20:22:00.002+10:00

emily;

It's kind of like being on a suspended wooden bridge above a raging river.
The rope railings are breaking; loose at the edges, and I'm on tip-toe, dead centre.
One false move, and the bridge will tilt.
One miscalculated step and I'd be sent into a watery abyss.

I know I should be writing up some more notes right now, but I'm spent.
I just want to see you.
Would that be too much of a rash move?

love is colder than death

2008-08-10T04:55:00.002+10:00

jimmi;

After a long absence krunk master jim is back to retell from his adventures of the ghettos of sydney.
The main reason for my neglect for my usual hate/rant post is because i have been super busy with my photography work. Arc the student body of UNSW has hired me as their personal photographer, thus i have been spending ridiculous amounts of time at their events. They made me sign a contract which pretty much meant i am their bitch for the rest of the semester.

Anyways retell later, time for rant of the week....D grade celebrities. You know them as the one hit wonders of reality tv series. The aftermath of their 15 minutes of fame in the form of a destructive whirlwind of crappy late night game shows and semi-regular paparazzi coverage in mediocre magazines and cable tv. Why is there so much god damn hype around these people. Take the Idol winners/runner ups, that competition is such a mockery to the real world of music, however that is besides the point which is they are worshiped in a cult like way. They are just some bitches that can sing good, why should we care about what products they use to give them that fresh plastic look? Then there's the big brother contestants. Not only do i hate this show on the basis that it ruined the whole 'Big brother phenomenon', it also exploits stupid and deluded humans that this show will bring them wealth and fame. I have so much disdain for this show that i can probably vomit it out. Never less, these guys have this weird stigma around them that ordinary people are fixated with them. The only half decent thing to come out of it is that Zoo Magazine has a center-fold once the show is produced, yet who in their right mind would want to be in a seedy mens magazine read by even more perverted adolescent teens who genuinely believe that girls would actually dress like that for them, maybe in their dreams and if the chick was a goat.

Now on the topic of things that degrade peoples perception on women, i was walking along glebe the other day and i saw a goth looking couple, ordinary attire, mainly black and boots and an air of scum surrounding them. But what was interesting is that the collar the girl was wearing was a dog collar....which had a LEASH, which led to the boys hand. Now he has the expression "Got his bitch on a leash" down pact, however sexist overtones and need to poke fun at the inferiority of women aside, surprisingly i find that really offensive. Almost 200 years of suffrage undone by a stupid bitch and her more prick of a boyfriend.

Now to the maudlin part of my post. You have have heard that a few weeks ago a guy jumped off a building on York St. Unfortunately i was their to witness the whole thing. Now as gut wrenching as it was seeing that guy nose dive into the pavement, what saddened me more was the fucking idiots that told him to jump. As if it was a god damn joke. Have they no commonsense about the sanctity of a human life. I wanted to hit those idiots, because i feel the contributed to this senseless death. It makes you think of how much humanity there is in the world.

Anyways happy birthday to Andy, Lucrezia and Jess.

With their hearts set high
They're going to hold this lie
I say hang them all!

a butcher with a barber's scissors

2008-08-06T14:49:00.002+10:00

emily;

I wish Edward Scissorhands had cut my hair - then at least I could say I met Edward Scissorhands even though my hair looked diabolical.
I wish I had not decided to cut my hair yesterday at some stupid place on Pitt Street.
I wish I had explained I wanted to leave the length.
I wish I had turned around before it was too late.
I wish I still had that 20 dollars.

End of rant about crappy hair cut.
Please hair, grow a little?

I am going to remove mirrors from my house. Then only all of you would have to see it.

and i was a boy from school

2008-07-31T01:52:00.001+10:00

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.

Mind is unsettled
Close your eyes as i do mine
Love will still remain

ambience

2008-07-28T00:15:00.002+10:00

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.

:)

merrymaking at my place

2008-07-27T15:19:00.002+10:00

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.

I must resist the thrill to test my skill.

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 :)

There's no tomorrow
Covers only twenty bucks
Turn this mother out

someone lend me some yoshi power

2008-07-26T18:12:00.002+10:00

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.

fast car

2008-07-23T21:34:00.003+10:00

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.

Tortured soul in mind
Paranoia comes around
Everything is grey

Peace out lovers!

ps. Annieo I think you can spell fine ;)

No Tomorrow

2008-07-21T22:45:00.002+10:00

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?

Lost in sea of thoughts
She remains oblivious
Fail to operate

Later days

your delicate ways

2008-07-20T12:41:00.002+10:00

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.

Vanity and pride are different things, though the words are often used synonymously. A person may be proud without being vain. Pride relates more to our opinion of ourselves, vanity to what we would have others think of us.

Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice

Is anyone going to Jason Mraz?

Please don't worry lover

2008-07-18T21:50:00.002+10:00

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.

Mr Brown can moo....can you?

2008-07-17T00:27:00.003+10:00

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.

eyes are in my eyes
where have I been, how time flies
when shes on my mind

ps. Happy birthday Kimb

Citizens Of Tomorrow

2008-07-14T23:31:00.003+10:00

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.

Cassie and Susan
Rad is their definition
I love them to bits.

Take care lovers!
x

MELBOURNE

2008-07-14T21:50:00.002+10:00

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!

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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)

The Goons Are OUT!

2008-07-13T03:34:00.001+10:00

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

automobile

2008-07-01T20:31:00.004+10:00

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?

LOOOSE

2008-06-28T02:55:00.002+10:00

j8immy

mAN IM fucking loose AS.
1. Fuck emilys dad hes being a childish cunt. trollop
2IM DRUNK someooine pity sex me now!
I LOVE VI and all m y clubbiung matessx

OAF and x R le shit

BUYAH

comic girl

2008-06-24T23:03:00.004+10:00

emily;

yuh

I do these things when I'm bored and depressed.
This time round, it was more the depressed part. (ha! emoly)

p.s. Jimmy is the shit.

I want things to be easy. But then ... easy come easy go?

I'm laying lowww ...

and feeling low?

nothing ventured, nothing gained

2008-06-12T14:35:00.003+10:00

emily;

I don't mean to be broody, but ...

Okay, what is a person supposed to do when the two most important men in her life thus far just don't seem to get along?
Despite the efforts on both sides and the misconceived thoughts that everything is "ok" it still ends up falling apart. Don't make me choose. You threaten me with something like that and nothing will be the same. I will always subconsciously blame you for hindering my shot at happiness. Why must you make things so much more complicated than they actually are?

People should smile more. Their lights are so bright they'll blind you... just one more.

Keep moving, keep fighting.

Everything was good. For once in my entire disaster of a teenage legacy, things were going right. And then something like this happens.

I apologise for him.

If that happens, choose your family. Always, choose your family.

Truth.

But the finality of it still makes me sad.

I'm not going to choose. It's not an option.

I won't give up if you don't give up. Tell me we're in this together.

shine on

2008-06-09T13:36:00.002+10:00

jimmi;

Cynical, obnoxious, conceited.
Three words that describe me best, things i have prided myself to be.
However when i look back on it, maybe it is what is causing me to look past the simple pleasures the life offers.
My sharp tongue may have pierced more than peoples obvious flaws, but rather screwed up my perception of life.
Am i forever to be trapped in this skeptical view of misery of life?
The light at the end of this tunnel looks very bleak.

the little engine

2008-06-05T00:01:00.002+10:00

emily;

fudge, i've been so selfish lately.

Things I shouldnt do anymore:

raise my voice at dad
be inconsiderate towards the bf
dogging my friends for studying when it is clearly ok to go talk to them for a few mins
forget to make phone calls
neglect ong & ba

Gotta be a better person ...

New blog!

2008-06-02T17:49:00.004+10:00

jimmi;

Hey sport fans i got a blog for all my photos now.
It is still under construction but yeah....

http://astarphotos.blogspot.com/

Heart in a Cage

2008-05-31T02:07:00.002+10:00

Jimmi;

I am back or am I?
I can say I am back, but is it the original me that has come to you or is it a changed version of me?
If i changed my shirt, is it still me or a different me?
Sorry philosophy has gotten to me, been writing about the impossibilities of time travel for a good 5 hours now.

Well good news everyone, I am reunited with my camera <3 and I have also invested in a new flash.
Twice as strong and lasts about 4 times longer on batteries,
so watch out people IM GON BLINDS YOU!
Also I am making jewellery now, well necklaces so ill post of photos of prototypes soon.
I need to invest in a tripod, as i have a sick photography idea =)

You know i realised the pretention of blogging, its all like ohh im spilling my heart out for the world to see, but what your really doing is talking shit and thinking people will want to hear it because your important or 'special'. You know what, its completely true, half the blogs out there are complete crap. BAKDJSAHLkdj

Sorry rant combined with frustration = a jimmy post.

Anyways im pretty sure i have better things to do than blog

& the Beast gives Beauty her library

2008-05-29T23:10:00.000+10:00

emily;

whatserface blog on tour! haha okay, I just got this really lame idea of blogging (from now on) only when I am in a location other than my home. My muse? My lovely lovely PORTABLE laptop.

Anyways, so this is day 1. Today, I am in the State Library of NSW near Martin Place. I am sitting on the ground floor, next to glass windows and being completely distracted by the wireless internet available, as well as the pretty view outside. I love the city at night. I don't think anyone understands just how much I love the time of dusk (not to mention the feel of cold sand between my toes).

SO what have I to blog about ... nothing really. Oh, besides the people around me right now. They've been studying for HOURS straight. And yes, they're all asian. The guy in front of me has been punching in numbers into his calculator for longer than I've been here (about 3 hours). I think that's saying something. It's kind of weird though. They all do their work in these tiny little books. AND his writing is so effing nice. I keep stealing glances at it when he's not looking. Seriously. How is it possible a boy can have handwriting like THAT?

Joe is so good to me. I'm so horrible to him.

x

How are the sizes going?

2008-05-25T21:29:00.005+10:00

emily;

Shit, it's 9:30 and I haven't done any decent study since coming home from work.
Shit, I need to catch up with my beloved Jimmy Jack.
Shit, I love my laptop. I shall hug it to sleep tonight.
Shit, I'm obsessed with Joe.
Shit, this blog has a lot of swearing in it. (for my standards anyways)

HAHAHA (sometimes I like to laugh at myself)

_____________________________

Know what I just realised about myself? I always put things off. For example - not getting my Ls, not starting an assignment / study until absolutely necessary, not installing itunes onto my computer for about 6 months and hence also not updating my ipod for 6 months ... whenever there's a trivial problem, I put it off. Still trying to decide whether its a good thing or a bad thing.

Oh, and another thing. Customers who don't get out of the shop when we are clearly CLOSED annoys me. haha but nevertheless, Emily is forever the valuable employee.

Hi, sorry to disrupt but we are closing up. Were you going to be paying with cash, or credit?

Boom!

2008-05-23T13:54:00.002+10:00

Jimmi;

Whats the happy happs cats?
Tis me with another rant/post about what ever is happening in my fucked up mind :D
First of all i think i should say, yes i fail at life.
Last week was like total epic noobness.
I managed to break lucrezia's hair straightener which was worth like 300 bucks.
And thankyou so much lu for not stabbing me in anger, rather you just scared me with your laughter. Im sure you have something planned for me :P
If you must know how i did it, i stepped on it!
Lucky for me Lucy in all her loveliness sold me her GHD for 250 so i saved 50 bucks, she is very much like the beatle i describe her as :)
Anyways after that, like just an HOUR after that i managed to break my camera as well.
So im out like 450 that night cause i couldnt work god fucking damn god hates me.
On the plus side, ive made considerable friendships with designers so woot, cheaper clothes for me!
So now i am in a limbo, what shall i do?
Im broke and i cant work, and im too broke to fix my means of work, the irony and the confusion of this post still eludes me.
What else to rant about? Hmm well besides my financial status being a mess and uni being uni, my lovelife is still a dismal failure, sooo go me XD!
COFA kids are the shizz, i hope that my friendships that ive made with you guys last my whole life.
That is all.
Also, where is Emily? I havent heard from that child for like AGES!

2008-05-18T15:30:00.002+10:00

emily;

I'm an idiot.
No, really. I am completely un-prioritised and an idiot.
I don't regret anything that I've set my mind to in the last 2 months ... but ... COME ON. Neglect uni? Emily, you're an idiot.

This is what I said to myself a month ago: "Yeah, I can do it. If I just organise myself I can do everything. I can work 3 days a week, study sufficiently for uni, play basketball friday nights and have a boyfriend. Yeah, totally do-able..."

Out of all those things, I didn't give uni enough weight. Effing idiot.

Okay, so now I'm thoroughly freaked out. I have exams in about 2 and a half weeks, and I am not going to be able to do any good in them. There's no such thing as cramming. How am I supposed to cram 3 months of work into those weeks?

FAIL.

Yep, as you can probably guess, I'm kind of stressed.

Confessions of an idiot dog brain

2008-05-12T17:31:00.004+10:00

Jimmi;

Tis been a while since i have left an entry here.
What is new? Why would you care?
Emily is now 18, you can finally join us "adults" in the real world of getting maggot and krunk
I have many new and exciting friends at COFA, for some reason have slept with all the club owners and shopkeeps in sydney so now my VIP contact list has extensively grew.
My job as a club photographer now has bore me of the clubbing scene and revealed to me how pointless drinking and popping is.
I now will set a alki/drug ban soon, for about..dunno 2 months?
Yes, i have scarred my body with ink, photos may/may not be uploaded depending on my mood.

Note: You frustrate me to no end, but all i can think about is putting up with you.

2008-05-09T09:42:00.002+10:00

emily;

you hold me to a higher standard than everyone else. This shouldn't be something that scares me, but sometimes I feel like I have to watch everything I do; that one misplaced sentence or expression will land me in that tormenting position I was in two days ago. But like I said, I can handle it. I can handle all your little quirks and difficulties, cause all the things I love about you outweight them all.

So, nobody blogs anymore. I think this is an indication that uni has absolutely demolished the notion of "free time". Honestly, I don't think I've had any free time in the last month or so. Don't think that just because I'm blogging now, I have a hold of this "free time". I'm fabricating my own version of it, because I really don't want to start typing up notes for at least another five minutes. :)

Basketball tonight. We are gonna get smashed. No doubt about it! Everyone come watch. It'll be painful.

Peace out, cub scout.

singing la little la la

2008-04-29T09:20:00.003+10:00

emily;

long time no proper blog!

Sooooo let's see. Life has somewhat experienced a complete turnabout. A little surprising, a little off-putting ... but I'm definitely not complaining. :)

I got my first uni assignment back yesterday. It was the criminal law one involving a speech and this short written component. I got 75%! YAY that's like ... JUST a distinction. How I managed to pull that off, I got no idea. I was so worried that I still write like a year twelver. Anyways, the one I handed in yesterday though was ... shit. Like, unbelievably shit. I'm going to close my eyes and keep chanting pass, pass, pass pass ... and hopefully, it will come true.

I miss Leslie. I miss Daisy. I miss Jam. & I miss Jimmy.
I don't get to see you guys enough. Actually, maybe it's good I don't see Daisy. She's such a loser. hahaha

The way you stole my attention is nothing short of burglary.

< 3 gym class heroes

Note to self: This is not a proper blog.

2008-04-25T20:35:00.000+10:00

emily;

smitten kitten.

xx

Im Black!

2008-04-15T21:57:00.002+10:00

Jimmi;

Hey sports fans, the Jimmi you know and love is back to blog about what ever is on his fucked up mind.
Yes this is a over due blog entry, mainly due to the fact that ive been busy with my photography work and COFA work.
YES muthafuckas im a club photographer BIATCH now!
So im like VIP everywhere now, thank you so much vinson for the opportunity and the endless advice, also BIG EFFING SHOUT OUT TO BT, friggen legend for hooking me up with this gig.
COFA is so good, its like all the cool things about art school and none of the bad.
Like crazy professors who are obsessed with prostitutes feet crushing their balls or learning weird facts like how sodomy was legalized in france in 1912.
Ive made a shitload of friends, who i cant be bothered listing but they fit the cliques of gay, exchange student, rich bitch, surfer dude and early wed.
Apparently im like one of the more approachable kids on bloc.
Also, the area around my uni fucking rocks for clothes.
Got this bitchin leather jacket from surry hills, fucking love it!
Friendships are mending and lust is growing.
PS new word for procrastination : ikozorluz (props to susan for helping me think of it)

Hope this is adequate enough sally

LATERS!

skydiving head-first

2008-04-14T12:39:00.002+10:00

emily;

He said, "I did something bad last night. I fucked up."

Fuckkkkkkkk.

Then he said, "I'm sorry, I wanted you to hear it from me first."
"That's why you drove all the way out here?"
"Yeah. I don't know."

Fuckkkkkkkk, what is he getting at? Don't let him disappoint you.

Then she finally said, "I think I kind of like you."

And all at once the dark becomes bliss.

(Extracts from The chronicles of Alexis)

________________________________

how come jimmy never blogs on this anymore? I'm feeling a little bit of a hog here.
I'm at uni. How depressing.
I still haven't done anything on my criminal law assignment due this Friday. How even more depressing.
I miss him. haha how effing pathetic.

2008-04-13T01:10:00.001+10:00

emily;

pathetically beautiful.

2008-04-12T01:17:00.001+10:00

emily;

What ever happened to people just saying nice things, and being civil to eachother?

You make me contemplate about things I haven't contemplated in a long time.

RAGE

2008-04-06T20:05:00.002+10:00

emily;

RAGERAGERAGEEEEE
kjgh merkherkgh merkjgh r!!!

I am, THE biggest LOSER on the PLANET. For one, I can't emphasise properly through the utilising of caps lock. Two, I left my USB CARD with MY HALF FINISHED ASSIGNMENT that is due on TUESDAY in a computer at UTS LIBRARY.

Like I said, biggest loser on the effing planet.

If anyone finds my usb, I swear ... I will ... make babies with you.

:(

reeling in the cash

2008-04-02T21:33:00.002+11:00

emily;

I think I have to come to terms with the fact that I will probably not have a life from now on. Every day I have uni, I'm studying in every break to keep up and to finish my assignments on time. Every day I'm not at uni, I'm working. Review decided to give me 4 shifts a week - which is GREAT, just ... I have to stop being such a kid and accept my responsibilities. No more late nights & long hour chats on the phone. No more procrastination and lazyness. I have to be on the ball every minute of every hour, of every day.

Dancekool rocks my socks. Especially when there's Daisy & Leslie beside me, bouncing to the music.

I think I've been overreacting. You referred to it as "just a hug", so obviously I was looking into things a little too much and letting my imagination go wild. But there's no doubt about it. You still tug on my heart strings. Always and in all ways.
I guess I was sort of half serious when I made that stupid threat of cutting you out of my life. Its a drastic measure, but maybe it's necessary. It could be the only option. But after a few days of not seeing you, I think I will be okay. Accepting the fact that nothing will ever change has taken me a while, but I can feel myself beginning to let go. But in order for me to do that completely, you have to let me let you go. It's unfair and it's frustrating. I have too much going in my life to dwell on this any longer.

So adios, salut, itte rasshai ...

I hope you have a happy & fulfilling life.

2008-03-28T09:40:00.001+11:00

emily;

If home is where the heart is, then my home is where you are.

2008-03-27T22:08:00.002+11:00

Jimmi;

tis been a long time since i blogged, so lets get started shall we?
First of all Uni is a whore, like literally it fucks us and takes us for our money.
Neverless we all love our whores dont we, so thats why we keep on coming back.
And no its not for the good feeling it supposably gives us, its the fact that if we dont go back to it we end up a lonely trick without a ho.

But COFA is not a whore, thank god. Its filled with beautiful std clean chicks woot!
My philosophy teacher is on drugs trips balls every lecture.
My Art History teacher retells his erotic fetishes for barbed wire.
My tutors also dab in the esh, how ever they dont share, damn!

StUN was fun, i got smashed and made alot of drinking buddies.
Working with models is fun only if you sleep with them.
Might be getting a gig with club photography, if i do FREE ENTRY MUTHAFUCKAS!

Im on acid!

Peace!

I love Micky!

2008-03-27T19:57:00.002+11:00

emily;

I'm in a good mood.

Today was my first EVER training session for Review. That's RIGHT. I GOT THE JOB. You have no idea how overly happy & excited I am. It was unbelievable. I mean, I rocked up 2 minutes late because I got lost (honestly, who the hell gets lost on Market Street?), and still managed to score a part time job at one of the prettiest stores in Sydney. I got to read some of the comments my interviewer made - i.e. "Yes, very sweet. Presentation - very good." haha flattery does so much more when it comes from someone you only talked to for fifteen minutes, and who's good opinion seemed utterly unobtainable. The only problem now is keeping it. Meh, I'll deal with that slight bump in my happy bubble later.

University is still progressively getting harder. My assigments suck.

I never knew friendships could be such a slippery thing. I keep those close to my heart with all the strength I have, but there's always that paranoia lurking that they're quietly disappearing. For me, a nicely placed sentence or the right words said when I need them the most, can make all the difference. So, just so you guys know - even though I'm always busy running around trying to do everything humanely possible in the short amount of time that I've got; and even though I don't call or see you as often, nothing will ever change what you mean to me.

Pathetic, but true. :)

x

2008-03-18T10:54:00.002+11:00

emily;

I am shaped by the people around me.

Things to remember to do:

Write an email to Chi Thu and Bac Hien containing pictures of beloved UTS etc.
Start on assignments
Buy Tim's birthday present
Start on that other birthday present
Buy new picks

I love my new acoustic guitar. <3>

2008-03-11T21:01:00.003+11:00

emily;

That's it. I'm sick of feeling down just because I feel behind, just a tad bit dumber than everyone else, and extremely lost in most lectures. I give up on caring. I don't want to ever have another day like today (with the exception of hanging out with dear Jimmy, DAVO, Dizon, Uyen & Annie) again. Where's that Emily that's always bouncing around and smiling like a three year old at a petting zoo? I miss her.

There's no more you, so I'm reeling in my head from the clouds. I'm lowering my expectations on everyone and everything. I don't need good grades, I don't need to be good at Law. All I need, is to be happy.

Yeahhhh ...

Oh god, I've completely lost the plot haven't I?

High hopes for week three.

2008-03-10T22:31:00.004+11:00

emily;

Yeah, I know. Our blog was horribly messed up for a while there, but now it's all pretty again. I got mad skillz, yo! (haha, as Jimmy so nicely put it - even though, all I'm really doing is stealing a skin from some awesome 14 year old girl.)

So. University is becoming a nicer place. Although, I wouldn't say I have any UTS pride at all. I like my Perspectives class the best. But once again, I'm the youngest. I hate being young. Yeah, I have really bad age issues. I blame him.

Anyways, today was a pretty good day and I hope tomorrow will be somewhat the same. The one thing I love about meeting new people and finding common interests. For one split second you're on completely the same wavelength, and it's magic. But it's an ephemeral moment - beautiful, but fleeting.

I quite like the snapshots at the top of this page. They're a little idealistic and I'm still a cynic when it comes to romance, though I love all the cheesyness. But hey, it's no crime for a girl to have her hopes - haha Leslie ;)

I want to dance. Cousin Brian is the bestest cousin everrrrrrr. I owe you. <3

2008-03-02T22:35:00.003+11:00

jimmi,

Whats up sports fans, time for one of my overdue blogs/rants.
Lets see, holidays have ended, uni starts next week and love life is still stale.
So thats it!
And to those who want to pass judgment on others without valid reasons FUCK YOU!
Hope that helps Sally :)

Happy snaps from Antons and Mardi Gras below.

ENJOY!

2008-03-01T00:57:00.002+11:00

emily;

It's been a weird week.

I would spill all my troubles onto this page, but I don't have the energy. I think Rosanna, Jam and Daisy lending me an ear today has been enough, but still ...

I'm stuck. Do I continue to be myself and somehow dig myself a hole in which people think badly of me, or, do I put a halt to being "ott-friendly" and hence, ultimately, stop being a friend?

To begin with, I was pretty annoyed. These people are supposed to be my friends. Friends which I have shared two years of highschool with, and with whome I have irreplacable memories of graduation and laughs. And yet, my so-called "reputation" is completely annihilated by a handful of bad mistakes and stories resulting in a case of mistaken identity. But then, I tried explaining why I was annoyed, and it just didn't seem so significant anymore. I couldn't channel my frustration into a string of words which made enough sense. Probably because I care about these people too much to actually be angry for long.

So I guess, I admit defeat. No more sharing of secrets. No more having fun just because I want to do something entirely for me, for once.

I am a saint, just like how you want me.

2008-02-21T22:24:00.003+11:00

emily;

I just read Leslie's blog, and he made me feel guilty for not being honest.

Monday was a bad day. It started off like any other day - uni, movie, friends. And then I freaked. I don't know what exactly happened, but I panicked. It was like something clicked in my head and I was shouting furiously in my own self-made container of insanity. I was yelling at myself - You can't do this, Emily. What are you thinking? This isn't you. This isn't the person you're meant to be.

Who am I? My whole life I've been the good girl. The dependable girl who gave you her notes every time you asked; the one who was always ready to lend a shoulder and who didn't believe in love and all it's subsequent bullshit. I finally did something reckless. Something so out of character that at first I had gotten rid of that old, pure side of myself. I thought it would be liberating, to pursue something radical and live entirely in the moment; To be someone different. But it turned out pretty messy, and I don't regret ending it. For someone who's supposed to use her head more often than her heart, I make some pretty stupid mistakes.

So, once again, I'm stuck in that perpetual period of my life which Leslie nicely referred to as "stagnant." I guess having no drama is pretty damn good. No news is good news, right?

But I'll keep waiting.

I refuse to be held down by my stupid overplayed thoughts of feeling lonely and lost. This year is going to be the greatest yet. I will be myself - that little fish of a girl who is nice because that's how she rolls, and still experience love, rage, hate and revelation.

2008 will be, the greatest.

2008-02-18T12:29:00.004+11:00

jimmi,

The trials and tribulations of man is a testament to the development of his character. However even with all the developments and insights provided by the great minds over the past centuries there is still one question that perplexes all men.

What do women want?

I sit here typing my frustrations of the impossibility of man to understand the inferior race, haha kidding girls, dont get your bras in a bunch. But honestly why are you guys so hard to read?

Anyways with that rant over everyone has been telling me that I have been neglecting this blog, which to an extent I have, but to rebuke these claims why blog about nothing? I hate it when people just blog about their bullshit everday lives and how bored they are and such.
If your bored then do a fucking crossword you uncreative idiot, no one wants to hear about what you ate today, honestly i just look at blogs for rants and perhaps the occasional photograph.

Anyways heres a random assortment of photos ive taken.

peace

2008-02-17T17:37:00.002+11:00

emily;

I thought I'd blog while waiting for Juno to finish downloading.

So, over the last week, I've had many new ... encounters at Law Camp. Some of which were not entirely responsible, and others which were just a tad bit boring. Law seems really hard. I think I'm going to have a pretty rough time trying to get my mind around it. I can't even get my freaking L's for God's sakes.

Yesterday was Warwick. Awesome time with Jam and Leslie as usual - "... did you know that this bone is connected to this bone?" :) <3

I think my problem is that I care too much.

... you must not deny
experience of that which lies beyond
the sun, and all the world that is unpeopled
Dante, Inferno, Canto XXVI

Happy Birthday to Michael Le! I'm really sorry for not being able to make it to your bbq. I hope you have an awesome one.

Yeah okay, I know. I'm not at all profound or insightful today. Meh

2008-02-09T23:44:00.001+11:00

emily;

God, Disney movies make my world go round.

Pocahontas is love.

"If I never knew you..."

2008-02-08T23:48:00.000+11:00

emily;

I refuse to be polluted by rage.

2008-02-05T22:31:00.000+11:00

emily;

Wow, haven't been here for a long time. And by long time, I mean approximately a month or so.

Yes, as you can probably tell, I am back from my trip to "the homeland", as James Hong said. It was a crazy three and a half weeks, which I don't think I could possibly describe in a succinct manner. There were just too many aspects. Too many moments of sudden bliss, complete freedom, sickness, exhaustion and surprise. I don't think it was quite how I'd imagine it to be - neither worst nor better.

I missed Sydney. I missed my home, and the people that made it that way. And to think I signed up for a whole semester in another country in my fourth year of study.

Talking about university, I'm kind of worried. Why the hell did I choose combined law in the first place? I think the fact of being able to get in, may have completely tilted my reason and judgement. Come on Emily, you don't even know how to pay bills / anything about property, corporatisation .. and you chose law! What was I thinking ... I just hope I'll like it. Looking through the subjects on offer though, I'm more scared that interested.

Paul Azzi, I hope you have a great time in Newcastle, reaching the dreams which all of us were too scared to dream. Really proud of you :) I'm glad I got to see you all tonight.
p.s. Ben and I are going to ambush you at your apartment, crash there, and then watch the Newcastle Knights play their home games.

_______________

'Untitled speech' by Emily Lan Anh Nguyen

I lied to you. Remember how I told you I didn't care about what you told me? The stuff between you and other girls? Well, I lied. I do care. Not because you rule my mind, body, heart and soul, but because it is a constant indication and reminder that I would and will, never be enough for you. You keep telling me that you feel bad about the person you're becoming - about the choices you make and the reasons you make them. I know the person you used to be. There's no point apologising to me, and not doing anything. It's not about what you say, it's about what you do.

xx

2008-02-02T11:49:00.000+11:00

jimmi;

Hey people, i entered a photography comp last year and now im like a finalist.
Talk about luck.

http://www.picture.com/voteforme/photovote1.asp?PID=2484995

Vote for my photo so i can win monies.

Love you lots

2008-01-15T12:39:00.000+11:00

jimmi;

Tis been a while since i have blogged, been exceptionally busy with work, photography gigs and of course clubbing.

Over the course of the past few weeks in which i haven't blogged i have made revelation upon revelation.
Is it human nature to seek harm on others, or is it just due to the immorality of todays social values that has degraded our lives into what they are now.
In laymans terms, people hate other people. I have heard alot of people from school in the tightest cliques now cant stand each other, oh how fate has shown us an interesting turn of events.
Also I have just been informed of massive two faced relationships, how can you hate someone so much and yet be friends with them, that i find a mystery altogether.

Anyways besides that little preaching rant, my life has been busy with parties, Shout out to Vi, Elliot, Rhys, Denis, Lauren and Ange for finally turning legal. May you drink until you make some really bad decisions.

Velliots 18th was pretty good, how ever i did not get drunk, stoned or lucky. Yet i made alot of friends, add me on face book to see the photos or ill upload some later. Davo and Kelvin are the biggest lightweights with their drinking, haha redface after 1 cruiser, good work boys. Also Daisy got heaps drunk and lets just say, she broke her korean fever.

Laurens 18th was alright too, except the clubs we hit were pretty dead like Famous and Pontoon. Pontoon had so many sleazy guys in there and all of them were old, but all the people there thought i was a mad dancer =S, i really doubt that but ok!

Now to work, alot of people that i have worked with have left, including my manager Louis and Eugene the vball player. Aww ill miss you guys heaps esp Louis for always shouting me drinks after work, ill take you out soon buddy! But the other day Helen the big boss came up to me and asked if i could do the catalogue for the store since i have mad skillz in photography. So looks like ill be ogling models for 2-3 days =)

So thats it for me, ill upload some mad props shots soon.
Peace out!

p.s. Sally come back soon, miss you lots and i hope you got the email i sent.

2008-01-05T00:39:00.000+11:00

emily;

I hate having to chuck away old christmas cards and birthday messages. It makes me feel like I'm betraying the friendship of the person who gave them to me.

... you've been one of my best friends since year 8. I miss our stupid fights, spider-hand gestures and random moments together. Happy 17th em...

***

Dear Emily
xxooxoxoxxooxxxo
x9 kisses! 07 hug!
how many kisses and hugs?
Fr. MaiLam

***

... Pssht of course we'd come and support you at the Fort Street Fest. Haha I think that was the first time I've ever seen you blow up. "ARGHHH!!! WHY?!!? NOOOO!!! NO ONE'S GOING! OMG OMG WHY?!?!? okay fine. cya *goes offline*" hahaha gotta love ya! ... love, your fellow hopeless romantic...

***

My dear dear lover,
haha joke thoi em...
Anyways, this card is late. But who cares.

***

Happy 16th Nemo! Guess what? My mum made this card...

***

... Soon I will be back on the court and we can start having fun and saying - 1,2,3 ATGs!

***

Oh my God. Depressing. I think I might have a little breakdown due to nostalgia now.

2008-01-04T22:06:00.000+11:00

emily;

SOTM: Technologic, Daft Punk

Leslie told me to blog. He was very wrong to make me feel guilty for neglecting this corner of cyberspace, since I absolutely have nothing interesting to fill it with!

Want to know about my New Years Eve? It was pretty full on. Especially the fact that I spent my first hours of the year 2008 in the front seat of an ambulance! Lan accidentally kicked a broken bottle on the floor about two minutes before the fireworks started, so of course, she got cut and oozing out tomato sauce all over circular quay. haha, I panicked. I ran to the nearest security guard I could find. My pathetic screams for help probably sounded something along the lines of, Sir! Please help! My friend's cut her toe and she's bleeding! The security guard looked calmly at me, and in an almost mocking tone, told me that the First Aid tents were right behind me.

So yes, I accompanied Lan to Sydney Hospital (you know, the one right next to State Library) where she bravely endured some stitches and a tetanus needle. While I was in the waiting room filling out Lan's "next of kin" section on her hospital form, a guy next to me started conversation. His name was Steve, and he had some pretty massive looking bandages on his head and his hand. Why? Because he was very drunk and had decided to jump into Darling Harbour. Why? No idea. He was from Munich, though.

Today was nice. Just relaxing with beautiful people (Daisy, Davo, BenT, Shoeheng, Pawl, Hyok, Livia, Linda, Ada, Michael, JohnK, Azzi, Zhang and Sha, to be exact) on a veranda in the sun. Oh, and there was some major Super Smash duelling happening as well.

I'm so happy it's a new year.

A clean start, as last year dissolves.

Milady smiled, and d'Artagnan felt that he would go to hell and back for that smile.
A. Dumas: The Three Musketeers

I finally have new photos.

2007-12-27T11:50:00.000+11:00

emily;

HAPPY BIRTHDAY JIMMY ! (hehe, see? Doesn't it look so much nicer with a 'y' at the end rather than an 'i'?)

Yay! Captain is finally 18. About freaking time one of us was.
Cheers to all your clubbing and legally drunken adventures - you have to tell me ALL about them so that I don't die from a lack of excitement in my underage life.

I hope you'll like your christmas and birthday present! I never know what to get you. There never seems to be anything wacky or insane enough that would be perfect for your liking.

Let's celebrate!

See you saturday :)

I love you.

2007-12-25T01:11:00.000+11:00

emily;

HAPPY BIRTHDAY NATALIE VO & ANDREW NGUYEN
you people are beautiful.

MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE
God, I'm so full of love right now. I am such a hippie.

<3

you are the one, the one who lies close to me
whispers hello, I miss you quite terribly
I fell in love, in love with you terribly
there is no where else I'd rather be, but here in your arms

2007-12-22T12:01:00.000+11:00

jimmi;

Yes I know, Tis been a long time since I have blogged.
Mainly because I have been working everyday.
Yes I have a job now, two actually! I recently was recruited into EKO. I later found out the only reason why I got the job is because they thought I was good looking, beats me!
It's a Fashion store on George street, which mainly sells women’s shoes but hey if it pays the bills I don’t care what I do.
The staff there are cool especially my manager Louis, he’s so cool and nice and basically lets me do anything. Also there’s Alex the half Chinese half Vietnamese French chick, she has the coolest personality and this other girl Linda, she’s cute as a button!

Anyways its a pretty simple job and I'm an awesome salesman no matter what Vi says! Also at the store I see a lot of interesting people, Like I served a transsexual the other day, so awkward, but I managed to convince it to buy 200 bucks worth of shoes. Also OMG Dontaye Draper came into the store on Thursday. I only realized when he left, so sad that I didn't get an autograph =(
Also there’s a lot of back packers coming into store, so hot as well!

So on Thursday, there was a Christmas work party and I met the boss Helen for the first time. Apparently she’s better as a friend than a boss, but she shouted me free Heineken's all night so I was like AWESOME!

EKO work party (Left to Right): Louis Eric, Ginger Louis, 2 randoms and Linda, Alex

My second job is as a freelance photographer. My new 20D is finally making money for me, which is good because I so desperately need it. I had Rosanna's Cruise on Wednesday and it was ok, but my fucking flash died on me half way through so half the photos i had to use the shitty kit flash, never less here are some memorable shots.

Khai's Hip Hop event was Friday. Made lots of monies from it, WOOT! I love my new camera. Bill helped me out with the photography of this event, fucking love this guy he is so cool, very glad i met me at that Got Game meeting, totally awesome guy and so polite. So I’ve met a lot of awesome people over the last few weeks. With uni coming up soon I’m bound to meet more people.

So thats it for me.
Merry Christmas Bitches!

2007-12-19T22:11:00.000+11:00

emily;

Once again, I failed to maximise the opportunities given to me and didn't bring a goddamn camera to Lachlan's 18th. Seriously. You guys should have seen Leslie and Daisy drunk and off their faces. haha laugh of THE YEAR. I am quite the friend. After lots of laughing and only 2 bottles of alcohol, I spent the rest of the night looking after those two. haha I love you both, bucketloads.

Leslie puked on my shoe.

Thankyou to Lachlan for a fantastic night and HAPPY BIRTHDAY - you are the sweetest guy in our grade, hands down.

Anyways, HSC RESULTS. Yes, lovely. Can't really avoid talking about the issue any longer. haha
I'm just really really ... happy :). I have no idea how, but I completely fluked it and managed to get heaps better than I deserved. I hope everyone gets what they wanted!

<3

2007-12-14T00:47:00.000+11:00

emily;

Hey, we're cool yeah?
That's what I would have asked in your car today if I had had the nerves. But I didn't. In my mind you would smile back in that care-free way of yours and reassure me. The imagination is a useful thing, though I think I overuse mine.

I love working at Atayar in Newtown.

I'm behind on Christmas shopping.

***

Dear Santa,
I know I haven't been the best person I can be this year, but I am trying. But if you've got some spare time and some spare goodies left over up there in the North Pole, a pair of Nobody jeans (see, I'm nice, I didn't ask for Nudies) in either blue or black denim / an illustrated version of Yann Martel's 'Life Of Pi' would be awesome.

Yours truly,
Emily

2007-12-07T15:24:00.000+11:00

emily;

Your skin, oh yeah your skin and bones
Turn in, into something beautiful. Coldplay

Oh my goodness, I am probably the worst salesperson in history. haha Diva made me promote the lip balm packs at the front of the store, and GOD - I didn't even sell one!

Me: "Hi, how you doing? Would you like a smell of our special lip balm packs .. ?"
Customer does some freaked-out head movement and says,
Customer: "No thanks, I'm right."
They might as well have run out of the store haha.

I hate doing bag checks. Basically EVERYONE gives me dirties. One lady even glared at me and said, "I'm not a child you know" and stormed out. Dude, it's just a bag check! There's those nice people though, once in a while, who actually show me before I ask them. Thankyou, you people make my job so much easier.

Do you think I can pass as Jess? Mmmm ..
Damnit, why am I so young?

P.S. BUY LIP BALM PACKS!

2007-12-04T10:59:00.000+11:00

Jimmi;

At Emily's request i am blogging.
Has been a few hazy weeks, From house parties to formals and to chill out sessions with your best mates getting high and chasing that damn purple dragon through that magical forest. Haha
Although this week, is a period of rest and thus things have slowed down into perspective.

I now realize that i have no perception of space and time, ask me the date or the day and i will be clueless, it was most embarrassing when Jeans West asked if i was available for an interview on Wednesday, and i was like when is Wednesday? haha
Yes i have been looking for work, I have handed out like 30 resumes and i haven't got anything back. And as a testament of my desperateness, i applied at SUPRE. HAHA!
I reckon they should hire me for the green tights i bought off them earlier for Spitt's 18th!

Also I have purchased a new camera, its a Canon EOS 20D. Daddy was so kind and gave me 1000 bucks to buy it. Man that is some sexual shit people. I love my Dad. Especially when he is drunk, I went to this Teppanyaki place and he downed a whole bottle of wine by himself, now i know where i get my iron liver from.
Anyways I'm finally upgrading to digital. Hopefully now, with a portfolio ready XF Empire will finally hire me (fingers crossed)!

Also it looks like Facebook is the newest phenomenon. I hate Fads, especially when i used these social profiles years before all these noobs came on and ruined it. Like i had myspace for 4 years before people started using it and facebook for 2. OH well what can you do. Although i have met alot of people on facebook. Like this one chick Mylee.
This chick defines obsession. Her dedication to the illusion that she is a fairy is remarkable. When she demanded my wand, she broke into a fairy fight with me. Haha, crazy chick!

Alot of people turning 18 soon, me included. So soon i will be with that group, drinking, gambling and paying for prostitutes! YIEW! hahaha, kidding.
I need to buy new black jeans, i was thinking some DIOR HOMME skinnies. I have to browse ebay for a bargain though, too expensive outright!
Also Wii is like the ultimate stress relief, i love my Wii and all my pirated games =)

I hope this post is adequate enough for you Sally.

Later days!

2007-12-04T02:32:00.000+11:00

emily;

fudge, it really is gone. It really is back to what it used to be.
I know I half wanted it to be, but damn ... that was quick.

2007-12-04T01:43:00.000+11:00

emily;

DONE AND DONE :) yay, Leslie you were right. Just a bit of time, ayes? I think I'm almost back to my usual joyous self *cheesy grin*.
I've lost you before, so I guess I can do it again - Ryan Gosling, The Notebook. haha amen. I'm never going back. I don't care. It's too tiring waiting around for something to happen/trying to figure yourself out. You confuse me, completely. Always, and in all ways. So yep, no going back. The door is shut, and I sure ain't opening another one.

Last weekend was pretty crazy. Hung out with cousin Brian, wherein he was kind enough to take me to one of his house parties. Uni people are nice. Very nice.

Jimmy, blog goddamnit. No one wants to read about me consistently. Eesh <3

2007-11-25T14:29:00.000+11:00

emily;

I hate boys. No, really, I have a passionate and disdainful dislike for them.

And to think I have to be the better person and hold my tongue. The one time I finally want to unleash my rage, I can't. This is effing hopeless.

Jam, come back from the Goldcoast soon.

Formal season and love for friends

2007-11-22T22:25:00.000+11:00

emily;

I just signed up for Facebook. About time. haha and I am a COMPLETE NOOB *N*. Seriously, I got no idea what I'm doing. I'm just randomnly clicking stuff and .. nothing's turning out the way it's supposed to be? Anyways, yes. Add me on Facebook. My profile is under my full name by the way - i.e. Emily Lan Anh Nguyen. Ew, my name is so ugly lol.

Two fantastic formals in the span of 4 days! I think I am rather addicted to dancing, being crazy with Jimmy, talking about "benefits" and such with Jam (LOL) and yes ... dancing. :) I love my friends!

Yeah, I know, I sound pretty pathetic.

Ew, paintball makes my skin sticky and gritty.

From left2right: Jimmy, Jess Ng, Scott, Davo, Jimmy&Devin

2007-11-18T17:50:00.000+11:00

jimmi;

Dear children, it has been a very hazy and Drunken 2 weeks.
All i know is that i had an awesome time.
Job hunting is harder than it seems, hopefully one of my 14 resumes lands me a job.
Had spitts 18th the other day, it was 80's themed.
I won the male best dressed prize, a rubber chicken! haha
Got all my formal shit together, so ill be smoking hot on tuesday.
On another note, FUCKING EMILY IS BACK!
Missed the kid, i knew she totally did get laid and high in Cococobana! hahaha, kidding, love you =)

here are some photos from spitts brace yourself, im really gay here =P

Post #329

2007-11-17T23:12:00.000+11:00

emily;

Right now, I'm at home in my room while Jimmy, Ben, Tim and David are outside. It's another babysitting night, while the rents are out at some family friend function. Ben is such a smart arse now, unbelievable. And Jimmy, I don't think you know how much I appreciate your friendship and your capacity to always listen to my stupid crisis while letting me pig out on a Gaytime.

Anyways! Yes, I am back from the very much anticipated "schoolies" trip. :) To answer all the typical questions, no I did not have sex; no, I did not get completely smashed off my face (although John did) and no again, I did not have sex. haha, it was a lovely 5 days of being completely lazy on a beach and only having a bottle of alcohol every few hours. I guess I'll just list down the significants:

I watched the sun rise. Twice.
Scott and I found this magical lookout and took trippy photos while being a couple of teenage idiots on the mountain top.
I played Mario Kart till my fingers hurt.
I became Kelvin's protoge and to put it mildly, kicked ass in tekken using Asuka.
I swam in the sea. Twice. And on the fourth day, got my rags.
While looking at the stars on the first night, my toes in the sand; Kelvin and Daisy by my side, I sorted out some of my mixed up "feelings".
I saw a shooting star. Twice.
I saw the soft side of John, the very woman-like-dishwashing-side of Nick, and had a dmn with Ben.
I did the most cleaning up I have ever done in my entire life.
I learnt how to peel an avocado so you get the most minimum amount of delicious mush between your fingers as possible.
And, I missed you. A lot.

Wow, that was longer than expected. Usually I don't think of all the things I want to write down in more than one go. Anyways, sorry again to Kan for missing your birthday. I can feel the awesome atmosphere just by looking through some of the photos.

I miss basketball.

2007-11-14T12:27:00.000+11:00

jimmi;

Lets get Krunk mutha fuckers!

2007-11-11T13:53:00.000+11:00

emily;

haha god, I am a fucking idiot and a half. Why do I always find myself stuck in the same position I was two years ago? Always the same bloody place.

happy birthday Nat - I love you a gazillion bucket loads :) xx.

Sucker love is heaven sent
You pucker up, our passion's spent
My hearts a tart, your body's rent
My body's broken, yours is bent - Placebo

2007-11-08T00:34:00.000+11:00

emily;

Like the new layout guys? :) It took me 30mins! God, my html is so bad. Cheers to the creator of the skin. I think you're going to be Jimmi's new hero.

Big news - THE H ESS SEEE IS OVERRRRR!

I can't believe it. A few nights ago I was on the phone with Jam, and we were completely complaining -

"I want it to be over, Em"

"Yeah me too"

*simulataneous sighs* haha

And it finally is over. FINSIHED, OUT THE WINDOW and never to be seen/heard of again (besides when the results come out in December of course).

So yes, I decided to celebrate, and hence the new layout. Maybe I'll post up some random photos just for fun. xx

From left2right: group (Isbannon mostly), Kelvin&Daisy, Jeryee, Daisy&me.