Nineteezy.

Wait for it.

FEBRUARY 2011.

I.

CANNOT.

WAIT.

40 minutes later..

Legit.

Whoa.

I hate how for 12 months of the year, people look at you funny of playing 'Christmas' songs. That's utter madness, the song's quality does not change over time. We don't listen to "Yellow Submarine" because it relates to anything we will ever experience, we do so it because it's a good song (and cause it gets stuck in your head). So with that in mind, i wanted to post up a christmas song because its never too soon, or too late to hear them. I wanted to put one by mr Mcknight, but i settled for this. Spread the joy people!

Angelo Oot (canadians are awesome.)

The Final Countdown.

Life Unexpected.

Time to post, but all i have are these pictures.

My brothers new toy.

Proof that i did actually obtain postcards. Sending them is still on my to-do list.

The 'creative' project that might consumer my mid-year break.

Think the same, but BIGGER.

Sorry to tell you this, but..

"*Alright, one last go *turns on machines* C'mon lola!" - Alex Ligad.



Hazzah! Regular broadcasting has returned to my blog. Everything is as it should be, according to angelo. Awesome, worked in the title of my blog. 1point. Okay so i'm a little bit hyper right now, maybe a little ironic when you consider the following post. But pretty much the most massive thing that happened to me about two months ago was the passing of my grandma. I know its not much but i thought i'd have a post dedicated entirely to her. Plus i figured i thought about it quite a bit lately, might be kinda nice for me to have some of these memories written down.

Alright so she was born Encarnacion Sunga December 22nd 1928. Born and lived the majority of her life in the Philippines. More specifically, on Smith st, Malate, Manila. It was here she was raised with her 8 siblings and met the love of her life. I had heard plenty of stories about her life before the marriage and kids, and whilst the stories of a war-torn neighbourhood was interesting to me, the story of their court-ship is what really had me going. To my grandfather's credit he was smooth, suave and gentlemanly. For four years they "dated". And though i refer to it as dating, it is nothing like what dating means for us these days. By her account, he visited her every saturday for those four years. Never leaving the house with her, and never courting on any other day but that. All they had was that one afternoon on the weekends, but i that was enough. They got married and i guess they persevered through all obstacles cause only death separated them. I can't really imagine what its like to have been married for as many years as them (43 i think), and then be alone. But she was strong. I will always remember how strong of a woman my grandma was. Maybe that was why it pained me so much to see her those last few weeks, so weak and fragile. I wished i could've done something to help, but instead at 9:20pm on the 31st of March 2010, she passed away. I'm confident in her salvation but that selfish part of me would beg for her to be back here with us. She was my lola.

So it occured to me, that no matter how long this post goes on, i still would not have truly capture the 81 years of her life. They were amazing, and eventful. A life well lived. So i started with the basics. Once in a while i'll post something more about her; the song we never finished, the eulogy i never gave or the apology i'm still finishing. But for now, i leave you with the thought of her marriage and how it triumphant it was. Either way this is just the tip of the iceberg of the life that was Encarnacion.






PS the picture has no relevance, i just have no time to upload one of my lola. When i do, it'll be out of context for that post too evenning things out.

DUUUUDE.

The past three weeks were like filled to capacity with exams, and assessments that i had no time to blog. But enough lying, i really can't find the motivation. There are either thoughts that i choose to keep to myself and then a lot of the time there are just REALLY good shows on tv. haha. But recently i've had my share of shoutouts from new blogging companions and i figure i'd reward them.

Testing; 1,2,3.

BROSEPH. He's got a maaad site, check it out. I was the first follower. Pretty sure i'm starting a trend
http://www.hatersgonhate.blogspot.com/

MC. She posts like.. a LOT. If you have the time to sift through it all, you'll be entertained for hours. PLUS she put my name in the blog title.
http://www.mc-supersonic.blogspot.com/

Jocielle. It's her birthday today! Pretty sure she's SIXTEEN. Anyway SHE was the one who reminded me to even blog. And if weren't for her, i most likely wouldn't have posted for another month. And we all know the world needs to know what's going on inside my head.
http://www.freshlybakedblog.blogspot.com/



Anyway those are the shoutouts. actually, there was one more.. I should've done this a while ago, but i don't really know who this person is. But that doesn't matter. they took the time to follow me and yeah. thanks nikkehhh. :)



PS. Time for the SECOND edit of the post. Christine!
http://www.chrissysdiaries.blogspot.com/
She's new to this, but i think if we pressure her enough she'll do it more often.

Hopefully i haven't missed out on anyone. That would be gay.

Honest to blog?

It's an odd sensation to be blogging again. Although i'd like to blame my absence on severe constraints of my time, i know i'd be lying. Not completely lying mind you, much has happened in the past 4 or 5 weeks. But i'm pretty sure that the underlying reason is apathy; i just couldn't be bothered. But i have had so many thoughts since my last post and i guess i'm getting that feeling of regret now. For the most part, i've forgotten those thoughts and wish i had the foresight to write them down. Maybe that's why i'm back, hoping to save future-me more regret.

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So what to write? I've got quite a few memories from the past month that i'd like to jot down, but maybe i should pace myself to ensure i write tomorrow, or the next day, or just sometime soon. I think i'm gonna go with a happy birthday to my brother. I meant to post something for him on the 23rd of March, but didn't really get around to it. Anyway here goes.


Oh an before i forget.. in this same period of time, i survived my very first mini-exam period. Guess study habits don't automatically change just cause you want them to.

See that boy on the right? That's my brother :) Probably one of the most influential people in my life (just don't tell him that). Growing up with a brother 10.5 years old enough has its perks. Got picked up and dropped off at school everyday of my elementary education, got heaps of free stuff, and he taught me to float (i would've used that picture, but i can't find it). He played a major role in my psychological maturity, as well as introducing me to the things i have learnt to love. Some say i intentionally copy him, but you spend everyday listening to someone's musical playlist, watching the sports, the shows, the teams he watched and you'll find it almost impossible to be different. But i'm not complaining. He introduced me to the eels. (:

Anyway, yeah that's my brother. And it WAS his birthday, and this WOULD'VE been his birthday post but yeah.. that didn't work out as planned. And exaggeratarily, i could tell stories for days about our brotherHOOD, but i'll save those for now. And leave it at that.

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To whom it may concern,

the following topics will be brought up in upcoming posts - funerals, family and the philippines.

I'm out.

Title:

"When life gives you lemons, i say f*** the lemons and bail" - Paul Rudd (Forgetting Sarah Marshall)

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I'm unsure of which metaphor i want to run with right now. I think i'm going to opt with the bear awakening from its deep majestic slumber rather than me being an astronaut re-enterring the bloggosphere. Because let's face it, bears are extremely cute. Anyway i think the point of it is, that after 4 weeks, i am back. No longer naive enough to think i can handle posting everyday, but i will hopefully be able to post bi-weekly. This is the start of that.



Anyway, rather than delve into anything serious, i'm going to update my blog to the happenings of the past 4 weeks;



O-week: So i maybe went a little too much this week. At least, i went more than i really needed to. But i loved it. I couldn't help but go back, day after day after day. And i think one of the biggest reasons for that is the SWAG! Here's a short list i have compiled of things i received for FREE during the week; frisbee, water bottle, t-shirt x2, migoreng x2, cups of noodles x2, countless amounts of energy drinks / ice teas / cokes, badges, bbq'd food, etc. I mean the free stuff alone made it an awesome week. But then there was the giant jenga, getting my first look at my future domain, getting to hang with ellie, making new friends.. The whole experience was unreal. But i guess it set up unreasonably high expectations for university life.


Week One: And it began. Yes with a little bit of apprehension i shall admit. Nerves starting to kick in about me making friends etc. I really didn't want to be that random loner at the back of classes and lectures. But hey i tried making friends and the high didn't wear off. I was still madly in love with university. The lectures had begun making me realize why exactly people don't attend of them but the atmosphere of it all was addictive. The freedom, the people, the excitement in the air... I was hooked and it was obvious, but how long would this last? p.s. 6hour gaps are the worst. But i got to meet up with an old friend. Though... Actually let's leave it at that.


Week Two: The tutorials start rolling in. I've missed the more intimate classrooms with smaller numbers of people, numbers that you can actually communicate easily with. Funnily enough my first one started with me meeting a person who lives down the road from me. Small world. More tutorials, more feeble attempts at making friends. How i wish i had the balls to talk to people. But i did manage to meet new faces, and even put names to those faces. The workload starts to build, and without textbooks it's pretty hard to tackle. Oh. and the NRL kicked off this week... Parramatta made me want to cry. But that's another story.


Week Three: Surprisingly my high had still not worn off. I'm doing the university work, and still loving it. Over four hundred dollars spent on textbooks that i'm probably only gonna use for 10 weeks spent, and i'm still loving it. Days sitting alone in lectures too shy to talk to the other loner girl next to me, and i'm still loving it. I think i was born for university. Found new ways to spend 6hour gaps - ie laughing at the gay clubs on oxford st with b. Totally decided where my next party shall be.. M9 Laser Tag. And yeah, week went by a little blurr-ishly. I guess everything else was overshadowed by my non-stop hysteria. But my Lola's okay, so good week i guess.


And thus i am up to date. Throw in one or two birthday party, couple of hangouts here and there and you've been caught up on my life. Most of the insignificant details have been covered but obviously much has been left out. Such is the price of me living life and not writing about it.

Pansy Parents.

February 21st:

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My dad is sentimental. I recently discovered, or rather, it was brought to my attention that he has kept many of the old documents and applications and even party decorations from my younger years of childhood. There is a file containing applications for the hiring of the community hall which held my very first birthday, the original banner uesd and yes, this awesome 'newsflash' that he made. I can only assume he wrote it pretty soon after i was born, and i guess he sent it around to the usuals; family and friends. And there you have it, proof i was not adopted. Take that brotherr.

Notes on the picture: its kinda blurry cause blogspot doesn't allow uploading of larger photographs and instead if just enlarged it manually. Maybe i'll upload somewhere else later to give a clearer image. Also, how black is my brother! haha

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Orientation week begins tomorrow. Let the emotional roller coaster of excitement, paranoia and nerves commence. Oh i hope it goes well. I hope i make friend(s). *fingers crossed*

I cut my brother's grass.

February 20th:

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So before that massive week of non-stop rain, it was intensely hot. Like daily routines of temperatures well into the high 30's. It was insane. And in this period of time, the lawn died. it went completely yellow and it looked gross. Also my dad is like a crazy perfectionist so it was obvious that his tainted lawn was killing him on the inside. So he put in some steroids for the grass (fertilizer)... Then the rain hit, and for two weeks we didn't mow. This was the end result. Notice how deep the wheels penetrated the lawn, and how much further the top of the grass ended up. Anyway yeah, that's what consumed most of my Saturday; mowing my brother's and our adjacent lawns.

Also, Happy Birthday Nicole. 21st Birthday + jumping castle + slurpee machine = my idea of heaven. Awesome. What else? Oh! since my mom's been gone, we have no rice. Straight up bread for breakfast lunch and dinner. I now know what its like to be white.





My song: This is the last time i do it for a day that has already passed, because its impossible to remember what that song was. So i'm gonna make one up: 'Ignition (remix)'

Failed Plans and SpiderMANS.

February 19th: And yes, i sacrificed good grammar for rhymez.

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Okay, so as the title suggests this day was a pretty major disappointment (on my end at least). I wanted to hang with El, but then my mom made me go with her to the airport. Then everything was up in the air for a quite a while until the plan ultimately fell through. What did i end up doing? I continued my expeditions from the previous blog, attempting to destroy more juggernauts. Whattup.

What have i forgotten about Friday....To be honest most of that day has evaded my memory, due in a major way to my lack of updating when i SHOULD be updating (on the actual date, not a week later). But now the explanation of"SpiderMANS." Well reverting back to my childhood days, i played around with some temporary tattoos which bore a remarking resemblance to those shown above. Thankyou again Beff from bringing them, they were awesome.

Back to my mom being gone; i miss airport hangs so much.







Song of the day: i don't remember if i had a song for this day (well i did) but i don't think i found it. And i could've lied, so yeah honesty ftw.

Highly Explosive.

February 18th:

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Juggernauts, literally the scum of the earth.

Okay so for the past couple of days i've been addicted to Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 2. And for those who have been following me for a while now (thankyou by the way) you may remember that i have previously spoken of this awesome game because it gave me free night-vision goggles. Anyway, i've been playing with Mikie cause let's face it, its more fun playing with somebody else. And after like, literally hours upon hours of playing.. After watching strategic youtube videos giving us advice.. After coming up with multiple gameplans of our own, we finally beat this level. It was an enormous task that got us to produce one of the best high-5's of all time. The relief and that sense of accomplishment was addictive. I know yearn to chase that feeling, by finishing the level on Veteran.

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In other news, Winter Olympics for the win. Torah Bright is sooooo pretty and talented but this.. THIS... THIIIIIIIIIISSSS is indescribable.

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Finally, song of the day: 'Who Says'

Re-commencement.

February 17th:

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Okay let's see. i haven't blogged in a week, so i'm attempting to catch up now. Firstly i should point out that since it HAS been a week, i may get some things wrong, or omitt some minor details (which i love to use). So for that Future-Angelo i apologise. But keep in mind, i am doing my best.

Geek love, thanks bedizzle for ze book. Disgusting and unnerving. But a fantastic read.

Okay, what else. Oh today i changed my layout again. And due to my incredible lack of creativity (and i guess some credit should be given to my laziness), i have delegated the role of 'Blog Designer' (yep, just made that up) to someone much more talented than i. I like to think this new simplistic, minimalistic layout is good because now the words are the main aspect of it all. Also, the darkness of it all was starting to bring me down. I feel uplifted. Awesome. But this new layout changes a few things for me;

For one thing, at times i have manually changed the colour of the font. Example; The Ninja Post was changed to an all black font to make it invisible in the black background. Now the font is moot as the background has been changed to white. This is the case for other posts also which i should go back and fix. Hopefully i get around to it, but if you take my lack of blogging lately as a sign of my dedication to this, then you see why i mention this all now.

Continuing from the previous post: my song for this day was "Russian Roulette."

RIP Childhood.

Elianne Traynor.

Tis the 18th birthday of Ms Traynor. Haven't known her for very long but it doesn't take all that long to realize how awesome she is. I could go on for a bit and say why i think she's awesome and all but i'm afraid its hard to articulate. To be honest the only way to understand where i'm coming from is to actually get to know her, which i've had the opportunity to do so. And i'fe you're lucky, you'll get that chance too.

Time for random fact: See that picture? It had its time in the limelight. Quite a trendsetting photograph actually. From memory at least 5 other people put up pictures mimmicking this pose (myself included). Also i had a COOLER picture but she said i shouldn't put it up. Pffft, censorship on my own blog.

Anyway, Happy Birthday Ellie.

soundtrack of my life.

February 15th;

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"I shouldn’t want the song to end. I always think of each night as a song. Or each moment as a song. But now I’m seeing we don’t live in a single song. We move from song to song, from lyric to lyric, from chord to chord. There is no ending here. It’s an infinite playlist."

This is something i've been thinking about for a while. About how my mood dictates the songs i like, and that every moment of everyday has a song that just sums it all up for you. Now i'll be the first to admit that no matter how much i long to have musical ability in me, i am in fact, giftless. I am however, one who appreciates his music and i do believe that we all have our songs. Whether its the gentle music for the sombre day or the emotive lyrics for something that just didn't turn out right, there is always a song to suit your life. We just have to find it.

And I like to think of that as a challenge. One that i'd gladly accept. I've always enjoyed the premise that life is an adventure, and as hollywood has shown me, every adventure has a soundtrack. Through the thousands upon thousands of songs we listen to all the time, there's that one that will just suit the way we feel. It can last a whole week or for a brief moment of joy, but something's always playing. So here i am now, searching for the song of my moment, my day, my week, my month, my year, my life. Ipod on shuffle. Waiting for it to come up, waiting for it to hit me. I will find it.

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Here's my song for this moment in time. Save it, add it to the playlist of life; Radiohead - Creep. Even in my happy mood, it speaks to me. Maybe subconsciously i feel down, but yeah.

This is actually a cover by Marty Casey from the tv show, Rockstar INXS.
"Sometime's when you're down, it's good to have some company."

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Oh it was Adrian's farewell party. Going to Orange for university. I don't understand how people can do that. Just up and move so far away. Anyway good party, goodbye.

Mi Amor.

"Cheesy song lyrics"

Not the same love as people usually to celebrate on Valentines day, but still.

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Anyway seeing as its valentines day, or at least was (15 minutes ago), i thought i'd write about love, affection all of that soppy stuff. i'll be the first to admit that i adore movies that some may call "chick flicks." But that's just who i am. They appeal to the little girl in me. But i'm not naive, i know that the majority of those things don't JUST happen. There isn't always a happy ending, nor some miracle twist that brings everything together at the last second. Life has its ups and downs. Thing's don't always go according to plan. That's life.

Now, I like to think i'm generally an optimistic person, but there are times where i feel i've got to be realistic. And its out of this that mindset that i comb through all the dreariness of life and search out the love that there is to find. And i came across a few moments in the past couple of days that have 're-educated' me on what yesterday was all about. There was the couple who were dancing in the middle of a packed crowd, not paying attention to anybody or anything but each other. The man and woman getting out of the port-a-loo together (LOL). And finally, the guy who held the girls hair back as she threw up.

I'm probably a freak for thinking this, but the most 'romantic' thing to me was the last couple. In some weird way this is the most appealling to me, the one i wish i was apart of. Okay, so the first couple was yeah, impresive, but the willingness of this man to stay with her, tolerating the mess she had become was just beyond me. Giving up the hundreds he spent on the tickets for the event he was at, and instead staying out there, in the rain and the puke, holding her, taking care of her. To me, that's love. And to me, that's what valentines day should be about.

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Also there is a facebook group saying to "forget valentines day, it's chinese new year" or something like that. CELEBRATE NEW YEAR WITH THE REST OF THE WORLD, greedy asians. You don't need your own festival.

Goodvibes, whattup.

February13th: Almost there.

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"Hey, how're your vibrations.. good?"

Goodvibes. before the rain/sweat. basically,

before the fun.

My first ever music festival; Good Vibrations 2010. Thanks for the ticket brother. Also had a chance to hang out with my brother after he's had a few to drink. That's when he let off that beauty of a quote out the window of the cab. He's much more fun and less grumpy. Anyway, farrout that concert blew my mind. Missed out on the beginning of Kid Cudi, and Gym Class Heroes. Also was a darn shame that The Kililers didn't show up. That would have made it absolutely unforgettable.

But i did get to rock out with Salt n Pepa. Those girls still got it. Played 3 of the only songs i knew, then did a few covers. Surprisingly ended with a song "thanking" god. Good to know He's got His place there too. But we were just getting warmed up. Naughty by Nature stepped it up to a whole new level. Near the front were the crazy fanatics, like the sweaty/greasy white guy who danced like he was a black girl. Next to him the pill-popping group. Then Me. It was hot, stuffy, but that just added to the atmosphere. Couldn't have asked for it any better. Oh! and they recorded a videoclip there! Maybe i'll be in it. My monster of an arm might appear somewhere; something to look forward to.

Then the rain hit. And just like that the party had escalated to a whole new level. People dancing in the rain. Busta Rhymes hit a packed tent. The tens of thousands of people in attendance swaying and bouncing along with him, being pulled along by every rhyme. Girls topless and making out, Busta/Flipmode dropping their pants, his show had it all. Pretty good way to end the day.

I would've added another first to that list, clubbing. The plan the whole day had been, bbq, then good vibes THEN clubs. But someone got sick, blah blah, anyway that was cancelled. Which i think was a good thing. I'm not sure if i could've handled more excitement for one day. No longer a festival-virgin. Hope to see you next year GVF!

my moms.

February 12th:

Instead of a quote, imagine the most disappointed look ever. Lips pouted, eyebrows scrunched and there you have my mother's version of a look of love. Quite an image.

Yep. that's me and my moms. And if you've ever met her, she looks exactly the same. agless fool. Hmmm, what can i say but repeat some of the most cliche quotes ever. She is my rock. She keeps me level. She's a hard-ass on me and that's easy to see but i was born and bred a momma's boy. I can definitely say that i would not be the same person if it weren't for her.

35 degree heat + Hot van - air conditioning + driving all the way to the far north, far south and far east = worst way to spend your birthday. But that's how it is. Her priorities were on the business so that's what we did the whole day. Picking up boxes. No birthday dinner, no party, no cake. Not even youth. We worked non-stop.

and it begins.

I'm attempt my own personal record; Catching up on 4 days of posts. That means that i have to endure the tiring task of trying to remember the past few days, which to be honest have gone by in a bit of a blur. Anyway February 11th

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"I want a girlfriend, i need that crazy sexual tension" - Alexander Ligad

not really sexual tension, but awkward as heck.

I'm struggling to remember much about thursday... probably because i didn't do much. I went swimming for the first time in months. My weeks of cleaning the pool finally reaped some rewards. And in hindsight it was really lucky that i decided to swim that day cause the nonstop pouring rain has turned it blue again. So i guess i'll swim in another 3 months. Grrr.

Oh! i went jobhunting-ish today! checked out a couple of places with my cousin. I really need a job. Step one, make a resume.

How to Fight.

February 10th

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Today a video was brought to my attention which captures the essence of true fighting. It makes me chortle endlessly.

I wish i could fight like superwog.

layout.

Again, this is the first of two posts today. This is for the 9th of February.

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Tupac Shakur - The Rose that Grew From the Concrete.

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Also, i felt it was about time i added some sort of picture to the header of this blog. This is what i came up with. Feel free to give more ideas because unfortunately, i lack any creativity.

Let's test the readers.

WOAH! the day has come.

I have found something to fill this void.

The link to my new blog;

www.mrmrangelo.blogspot.com

Ha! Never going to be found. I am win at life.

Busdriver?

Continuing the month's trend for updates every second day. The following is for the 7th of February.

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Church this week consisted of Vision Sunday; where i learnt that hillsong now has ambitions to tackle 'the big apple.' Good to know the church dreams big too.


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Yesterday was also my friends birthday party. Perhaps the people, or the food made the party good. But it was the games that made the party great. Firstly, Mafia brought out some of the finest acting i've ever seen. So much yelling also. I sure hope the recording is put on the internet somewhere. Then came the MANLY game. "Extreme" Slap (with cards). Except in this instance, the winner, who happened to be me, gets to slap all three losers. OH! i got to slap two of them in the face, and one of them was lucky enough to get slapped twice*! But i paid for that one. haha. That, unlike the mafia game, i'd prefer not to be uploaded. And yes, that wraps up my sunday.





*Only cause i got forced to slap her again. then got called a dog. then got slapped back. quite a sequence.

Tweet tweet.

This does not refer to the social networking site. Instead, it is an onomatopoeia-c representation of the torment i have been forced to endure every morning and for a majority of my day as well. With this sudden change towards a tropical climate, the birds are up every morning YELLING at me. They have woken me up every morning at 5am with their 'singing.' I don't know why or how people can tolerate this incessent hollering, let alone how anyone could find it beautiful. So I assume there to be hundreds of birds nesting in the nearby trees alone. Then their little birdy friends come along. It's not a party guys, go congregate somewhere else!***

Oh! and the high pitched chirping of the cricket any time the temperature even verges on warm isn't a better alternative. Hmmm, one of the downsides to living adjacent to a park.

*** LKF (little known fact): i have a fear of birds that drives me to borderline paranoia. They are ALL out to get me.

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Speaking of birds, i was out picking up boxes and such today when i came across a peculiar little house. Maybe they didn't like cats, and even hated dogs but instead of cute little animals roaming their property, they had these;

Day of firsts.

I have to stop doing this. I've been posting every second day lately, and i'm starting to struggle to find things to write. Maybe i'll lessen the number of updates i make, but for now i persist. The following is for the 5th of February.

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"A Journey of a thousand miles, begins with a single step." - Lao Tzu

Today was nothing short of monumental. An all-out great day, starting with a huge milestone in my life. My first (real) day of work. And by that i mean, working outside of the family business. Working FOR somebody. And although some dodgy paperwork means i'll have to wait a month for my first pay check, i did finally work for money. Truth be told, i've procrastinated job hunting for months now. I've even become pretty good at it; my resume has still not been completed... or started. So i was pretty excited to finally escape the household and do something. And i guess the "nellie's" make it all that much sweeter.

Tonight was also the beginning of YD for 2010. I've missed it all. The people, the atmosphere, the opportunity to get into His word. It has been too long but it has finally returned. And its the reminder of that feeling i had as this year began; that this year is going to be the Start of everything for me. I know i'm going to be pushed and i can't wait. My life is set to really progress. The fuse has been lit.

Homage to the greats.

There are two people in australian history who are not getting their due respect. In all fairness if i had not wondered who was on the $100 note, and hence googled it, i would not know them either. But now that i do, i suggest a new phrase to enter into our slang. Instead of referring to money as "the benjamins" and trying to be american, i think that we should be proud of who and what we have. And in the situation of having a sum of money we should use the phrase "rolling in the nellies"* after Dame Nellie Melba. And although i have overlooked Sir John Monash, it is only because saying "rolling in the johns" does not sound as cool and also comes off a bit queer.

*Must be said with the maximum level of bogan accentuation.

Tubed.

In these, the times of unparalleled boredom, there is little to report on. Little goes on up in my mind. My refuge? My sanctuary from the blandness of life? Youtube. And i was recently reminded of a video that had me in stitches. I chortle every time i see this video. And one day, i shall teach all of my children this same trick.

Rollin' in the Benjamins.

"It wasn't lola's!" - Michael Gabriel

( Benjamin. aka mike. aka gabbz44. aka colt. aka isaac taylor. aka chad michael murray.)

Happy birthday to this boy right here. Whoops, i mean this MAN. At nineteen, i'm sure he's lived enough life for a 30 year old. And i mean that in the best way possible, because he's just done it all. One of the things many people will remember is that he went to the Philippines to chase his basketball dreams. Now in all honesty, i was worried that at his party (the very same party i left 4 hours in advance) i was going to have to make some sort of speech. It's become the thing to do at parties these days. So there i was thinking back over all the times i've shared with this cousin. Searching for THE story. The one that wouldn't bore everybody. And i guess i was searching for the one that would capture the way i felt about him. And after the hours of pondering over our adventures, only one thought remained. I was happy he was still in Australia.

You see, it was very likely that til this very day he would've been playing basketball at some filipino university. It wasn't all that long ago that a party had been planned and everybody was saying their farewells. He was leaving and we did not know how long it would be before we saw his face again. Tears streaming down the faces around me (not me, cause i'm a MAN). Anyway, the point is, he could've been gone for ages. But he came back. And selfishly i'm happy he strayed away from that path because i can't imagine what this last year would have been like without him. Without his support, without his humour, things would just not be the same.

Anyway i've rambled enough. I just figured that since i had taken all that time to think of something to say about/to my cousin, i might as well say it.

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couple of bits and pieces;
missed my chance at another airport hang this morning. lame.

oh, and the picture... hmmm, well he looks a bit different now. how to put it delicately... he's not as tb-looking. hahaha. i was going to put up this cute little picture of us when we were young (1 yr old), and he looked like he was trying to kiss me but i thought that might cross the line as inappropriate.

1 month down.

At the beginning of the year, i told myself that i would post up something everyday. Whether it be me actually sitting down and putting my thoughts down in words, recounting the days events, or randomly posting videos/pictures/songs that i enjoy, i would put SOMETHING up. Now 31 posts and one month later here i am. So far on track for my goal. One month down, 11 to go.

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So i have been a little bit lazy, and this post (again) is for yesterday, the 1st of January. I hate playing catchup. Pretty hard to find something to write every day let alone two things at once.

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Also on the 1st, nighttime swim session. Don't want to give too much away but it was very... manly. Yeah, that's the mature way of saying it.

Untitled.

I like this tree.

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Today i got ambushed. Waterbomb attacked.

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That is all.

Punctuality & Exclusion.

"Time goes by so fast, people go in and out of your life. You must never miss the opportunity to tell these people how much they mean to you.”

I'm way too tired to write anything properly. So instead i will write this post in point form.

- I dislike being early. It leaves awkward moments with hosts and the boredom of not knowing what you're meant to do. Sorry ernie if you're reading this.

- I dislike being late. And unfortunately being late to functions is a trait of the family that has bugged me since my younger days.

- Being late ALWAYS, and i mean ALWAYS leaves me wondering. Wondering what i'm missing out on. And i loathe feeling as though i have been excluded from an adventure.

- Leaving something early also brings up the feelings from ^. i absolutely hate it. I don't like missing out on anything. Sorry kuya michael.

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due to unforseen circumstances i was unable to write anything for the 30th of January. this is the first of two posts on the 31st which i hope rectify that.

Four Wheeled Glory.

"For those ten seconds or less, i'm free" -Vin Diesel.





Having turned 18 months ago now, i am slightly ashamed to admit that i still do not have my provisional driver's license. Occasionally i get the feeling that the need to obtain mine immediately is arbitrary. That it is not important when i get it, or how old i am when i get it. Then BANG. I'm snapped back to reality, captivated by the sheer freedom and practicality that it delivers. The luxury of independence and doing things on your own time attracts me. The notion of the open road with its endless possibilities teases me. It is all right there, waiting for me to grasp, to take advantage of. But here i am doing nothing about it.

Sometimes i stop and am in just complete awe that i have yet to acquire my p's. And although i know the reasons why i haven't been allowed in the past, i am also very much aware of my own shortcomings in my pleas. I should be begging, pleading with my parents on a daily basis to let me drive. To give me another opportunity to glide along the asphalt path to freedom. Everything surely changes when i reach that pivotal milestone. No longer will i need to embarassingly ask for rides. No longer will i have to leave or arrive sooner than i myself choose to. It will all become easy. But its not all about practicality. The freedom evoked at the very moment you step behind the wheel. The innate power you feel coursing through your veins as the engine revs. The unity between yourself and the vehicle. The glory, the mayhem.

But here i am left to dream. Dream of the day when i'm out there on the open road. Dream of the limitless possibilites. Dream of the wind passing over my head and through my fingers. Dream of the speed. I crave that speed. I dream of that ten seconds of bliss. But i will not have to dream forever.

Silencio por favor.

“Let us be silent, that we may hear the whispers of the gods...” -Ralph Waldo Emerson

I looked it up today, and i have think that i may have an aversion to silence. One that extends to an inner impulse to surround myself with people. A distinct preference of the loud over the quiet, the crowd over the isolation. And it has quite possibly progressed to become a full blown disease. A fear, A phobia [sedatephobia, ermitophobia]. But i now see that i must understand that silence is a double-edged sword. It can bring the deepest sorrow through realization of the workings my subconscious. But it has the power to spark epiphanies.

In the darkest moments of life. In the deepest recesses of solitude, the silence is deafening. It screams at me. Pleading with me. Begging with me. Pulling me this way or that direction. And it can become a source of constant agony. The thoughts that you try to lock away in your mind come out. Every hurtful, angry, damaging scenario has the potential to be replayed repeatedly in your head, leaving you emotionally spent. So i find it easy to fear this state of vulnerability. Easy to overlook my urge fill my life with anything that blocks and deters the inevitable. But that's just one side of the story.

To read in between the lines is to realize the positive impacts that silence brings. I've heard it all before. "Silence is bliss," whatever. And although it's hard to see past all the ways it can hurt, that part is there. The bliss, the golden opportunities to reflect on life. To make important self realizations that don't come with the hustle and bussle of the everyday grind. I feel it's important to step back once in a while, take a deep breath, and just think. Think about anything and everything. Meditate on life itself, hearing everything on a supernatural level. Hearing and interpreting the whispers from Above. And just like that, our lives can be drastically altered. It is ultimately up to us to bypass the fear, to get to the light. Our responsibility to harness the power that silence holds. To control it. All to work in our favour.

I Bleed Blue and Gold.

“I do my thing and you do yours. I am not in this world to live up to your expectations, and you are not in this world to live up to mine. You are you and I am I, and if by chance we find each other, then it is beautiful. If not, it can't be helped.” - Fritz Perls

From an explanation of the differences between football codes, my love for rugby was reawakened. And from the countless youtube videos that followed i was reminded. Reminded of that haunting September evening. The day the eels 2009 finals campaign came to a hault. Losing the grandfinals was just a gutwrenching way to end the year, leaving me to the precipice of tears... MANLY tears. And no matter how much the critics go on and on about how respectable their season was, to get THAT close to the permiership and not win is a disappointment.

2010 has commenced and on the 12th of March the '10 season begins. And so for as many matches as possible i will be right there, on the edge of my seat. Watching. Waiting. Hoping.

Patriotism & Animal feelings.

"A man's feet must be planted in his country, but his eyes should survey the world." - George Santayana.

January 26th 2010 is Australia Day. Quick history; 1935- all states and territories acknowledge this date by the name "Australia Day." & in 1994 we consistently celebrated it with a public holiday. Now i love this country. I honestly can't see myself living anywhere else when i grow up. I love the weather, and can tolerate (for the most part) the extreme heat. I love the fact that we are independent and isolated from any foreign issues. And if you look past the multiple semi-racist comments i make, you will know that i do love the fact that this country IS so multicultural. So yeah, i do rather enjoy the fact that we have a day to celebrate how lucky we are to live in a place like this.

The only issue i have with Australia Day, is the date that was chosen. January 26th is the day in 1788 when british colonials first landed on this island continent and began the ruthless takeover of this country from the native inhabitants. I don't like that this is the day we choose to celebrate. I'd much rather celebrate a day like January 1st (yeah i know it clashes with new years) to celebrate the date we became ONE country, Federation Day. To me this seems more logical cause it would be us acknowledging the date when unity finally occured throughout the land. Hmmm, but i guess it doesn't matter to most people, as long as we get a day off.

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So today i killed a catepillar. And unlike ants, or spiders, i tend to get a little 'sad' when i do. Now, i'm as far from being a vegetarian as someone can possibly be. I know that these animals are getting bred for the purpose of our nutrition and without them we are not strong. But killing a bug? Have i gotten this soft? The thing that plagues me is when my mind (as it does occasionally) runs off on this sympathetic tangent; creating situations where i'm the evil giant who just destroyed a father, or a mother. And then i cringe when i start thinking that these creatures have feelings and that they are in pain.

Anyway, thus wraps that long post.

I have lost myself.

"Don't cry because its over. Smile because it happened." - Dr Seuss.

I have always retained a certain amount of... pride... in my quest for individuality. I resent the use of average in describing myself and i relish in being though of as unique. This being said, it pains me to see the amount of facebook groups out there that are consistently forcing me to question the things which i hold dearest. The little quirks that make me who i am, the little actions that let me feel like my own person. All questionable now.

Well maybe its not just now. Perhaps i've thought too much about me being special and different. In reality, the groups highlighting the habits that i felt were my own, were surely created because of the number of people possess the same compulsions. But i liked being oblivious to it all. I enjoyed not knowing that other people do things the same way i do, or say the same things i do. For if i never uncovered the truth, i would still believe i was unique. And therefore i would be happy believing this. Happiness is sometimes found in ignorance. But faced with the 'new' task of proving my individuality to myself, i set a goal for myself. It may be hard to complete but could turn out to be the most rewarding.

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Sometimes i wonder if people do read the things i write. If there is anybody out there who actually reads this i feel as though you should do me a favour. Firstly, if you do not already have a blogger account please create one. Once you have that (or if you've already go that), the next step is to go to the website; http://www.weheartmaxthehistorianboy.blogspot.com/. Lastly, "Follow" it.

Now i know i've already spoken about this blog. But i have been promised icecream for every follower she gets. So for the sake of MY happiness as well as your enjoyment (its actually a good read), please follow those steps.

Fun & Games.

"Only the coolest of cool people would write this quote" - ELTACO



Children dream. And whether you call it 'make-believing' or 'pretending,' all that matters is that they have this inept creativity and imagination dwelling within them. As they grow up and mature, these random actions play occur less and less until they become obscelete. Eventually they become ashamed of these past displays of 'kiddish' behaviour. But why?! Why should we be embarassed? We all did it. And if my memory serves me correctly, we had the times of our lives doing it. Of course i know that i must mature and become responsible and blah blah blah. But sometimes we need that release. We need the urge to feel young again. But we are bounded. Bounded by perception and in my particular instance, bounded by the fact that i have nobody to play 'make believe' with. So instead, I shall reminisce about the good ol' times when i had no cares, no responsibilites... except fighting off evil people with my mad ninja skillz.

I was young, probably about 5 or so. My two older cousins, who had already help invent many ways to pass the time, and I were truly inspired by the film "The Three Ninjas." A movie about three brothers who fight some badass black-belts to save their grandpa. So like any other kid would do, we BECAME the three ninjas. Running around the front yard, climbing up and down the stairs, we totally ninja'd the entire house. Vivid memories of our invincible kung fu abilities still stain my mind. We thought we were unstoppable. We even had our "secret move." Which was usually holding up TumTum to do his awesome jumpkick, but because our colt was the smallest, he made an easy substitute. This continued for months, though i know not why we stopped. We were warriors, not to be reckoned with.

So yeah, that was one of my many imaginations. Oh, How i long to dream big like that again.

Slow times at Greenfield.

'Iron' Mike Tyson.
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I feel like myself again. A clean, shaved head is the way to go for me, and i think i'll be that way for the rest of my life. Probably should have done it a little earlier, certainly helps during the forty or so degree days we have. I feel the breeze on my scalp.

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Bringing the music of the beatles to life.

He is We.

[January22nd]

not my usual music. so perhaps my sleepiness is affecting my musical preferences.

Kensington Here I Come.

Yesterday (the 21st) at about 8:30, the first round of university offers came through. I had expected to get my fourth preference and that's what happened. Economics or Economics/Arts. Quite happy with that. I was particularly happy with this option presented to me as i now had the option to take a secondary major in something i'd find interesting; something in the Arts department. Then i found out that that would take me 5 years instead of 3. So i had to devise a new plan. I can try to see where a BEc takes me, or i can work my butt off and transfer to Commerce which i hear is a broader course and thus, i'll have a better chance of finding something i'm good at.

Either way, it has all begun. The wheels are now in motion, and the beginning of my professional life is waiting at the next stop.

Twinkle Twinkle Little Star.

"Starry, starry night
Paint your palette blue and grey
Look out on a summer's day
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul"

- Don McLean, Vincent

Last night it was brought to my attention that the sky was so clear that the stars were literally lighting up the night. I stepped out onto my porch and there it was, the big beautiful vast sydney sky. Not a cloud in sight, but in their place millions of little stars beckoning our eyes and our minds to them. Then we are drawn to them, in awe of their very existence. It was such a beautiful sight that if i weren't scared of the MASSIVE bat in my brothers tree i would've lay down there until the sun chased the nightsky away. Everyone seems to be infatuated with staring up at the clouds. And sure they're fluffy and its cool to find pictures (even when they're very OBSCENE pictures), but i don't think that compares to the beauty of a star shining from lightyears away. I'd take stargazing over cloudwatching any day of the week.

Now all this stargazing-talk had me thinking of something i'd like to put up on my Bucket List [see last post]. Not only would i like to be able to sit pointlessly on grassy knolls and gaze at the stars, but i think it would just be grand if i knew a thing or two about them. Perhaps know a couple of constellations aside from the Southern Cross. In fact my dream would probably be a house that had a room with a glass ceiling that i would be able to look up into the heavens with. But you know what? I'd be happy with;

2) A night under the stars. Gazing at the infinite abyss that is the universe.
- oh yeah. How much easier is that than the first one!



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attempt 3:
"GTG, TTYL."

My Bucket List.

So recently i had a talk with somebody who told me that she had just completed her list of goals to do before she dies. And that got me thinking... What would go on my bucket list. What would i like to have accomplished before i leave this Earth. What sort of legacy do i want to leave behind. It even had me wondering what impact i'd like to have made on this world. Now i'm not expecting to have figured that out in just one night of thinking, but i do sincerely believe that these are important things to consider, and i will probably be thinking about it for the majority of my adult life. So with that in mind, i give the first thing to do on my bucket list.

1) Go to space: And i know this is a probably setting the bar pretty high. But you know what? Stuff it. Dream BIG!

*This is what i was referring to in my previous post, and i shall add to this soon.

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In less important news... APPLIANCES ARRIVED TODAY!
Now i've just got to unpack and install them. *sigh.


[attempt at a catchphrase part 2]
You know you love me. Blogger-boy. XO XO.
... yeah i felt wrong just typing that.

Cluttered Mind.

"Ain't in it for the fame that dies within weeks,
ain't in it for the money you can't take it when you leave,
I wanna be remembered long after u breathe,
Long after Im gone long after I breathe" - Jay Z, History.

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Reading;

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So I totally had something i wanted to say, but it's escaped my mind now. That sucks tremendously.

AMMENDMENT: i remember now! it was going to be something about my BUCKET LIST.

ahh, forget it. i'll do it tomorrow

Spree.

So i forgot to write something yesterday, so this is the first of two posts for today. Somehow, that must make up for it.

Rewatched: Snatch (2000)

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Today my parents went on an appliance shopping spree. My personal highlight of appliances is the new dishwasher coming on tuesday. No longer will i have wrinkly hands from dishwashing duties. I'm esctatic about this. TAKE THAT DIRTY DISHES! wooooo! Also now have an electric fan to help me survive the end of this wretched summer. All in all, good day.

Recap.

"Sometimes quotes aren't even needed"

1:44am and i'm keeping my word of writing something every day. However, i'm too sleep-deprived to think of anything interesting or funny to talk about so i'll just write something to remind myself of what i did the past couple of nights.

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January 15th: Sanjay's Party
I've been really lazy lately in terms of being bothered to get out of the house to see people. Aside from maybe one or two people at the very most, i haven't seen any school people since... The formal. I don't know what's happened to me, or why i've changed. Maybe it was the overseas trip or the fact that i don't have a license, and the thought of bussing/training that far makes me want to cry. But the truth is, my mind has been on so many different things lately, that "missing school friends" has been really absent. So aside from being able to celebrate my friend's birthday, it was really enjoyable just to see all those familiar faces. The very same people who made the last 6 years of my life so memorable. I'm glad i decided to go, and even gladder that my parents had let me. But most importantly i think i'm just excited to have that nostalgic feeling back; that craving to see those people again. I hope that feeling never goes away.

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January 16th: yardwork + boxing + xbox.
One activity making me feel like a fieldslave and two events that are quickly moving up my list of favourite past times. Although i am getting slightly tired of first person shooting videogames, the entertainment from getting hit in the face and watching OTHER people get hit in the face is timeless. I have this condition where i constantly imagine what it would be like getting into a fight or being attacked*. And every single scenario my mind conjures up ends with me getting hit in the face. So hopefully i'll become resilient to that and be able to protect myself. That's the plan at least.





*more on these scenarios laterr.

Ohana.

"Ohana means family. Family means nobody gets left behind, or forgotten."

Dude, that's one smart blue alien. I think that's the thing about mafia's that i admire and respect. They've got this awesome attitude with their family with this uncanny loyalty that i try to emulate as much as possible. Family goes beyond everything. So no matter what happens, we stick together. No money, no greed, nobody can come between us. Family above all.

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Yeah, got inspired by that quote. Stitch ftw.!

All for Juan and Juan for all.

[shirt]

If this was a perfect world i'd have the ability to put up a picture of this awesome shirt i got today right above... where it says shirt. But then this cruel world decides to remind me that it isn't perfect. Thanks Ellie for getting it though. That was epicly/epically thoughtful. At some point during the night i kinda assumed that's what you were talking about but it was way more exciting to dream of the impossibilites. Anyway, i can't actually believe that you got it for me? and what's more, i can't believe you did not allow me the pleasure of thanking you in person. But i'm hoping this makes up for it somehow. Also, hope you even read this. hmmmm.

PostScript: I would've texted but the phone that i know you're jealous of, died unexpectedly. Spontaneity, just what i look for in a mobile.
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Also, i got some mad chocolates from "American Sweets." Yeah, what a dumb name. Anyway, i would've kept the bag and put it up as well but like, the person above decided to destroy it. But yeah, thanks dude. Oh, and that's your shoutout. :)

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Today's super-mega-ultra shoutout however goes to Ana Victoria! woooo, 17! awesome! Find her in the link that follows (i really can't be bothered hyperlinking it, sorry). She's like a blogging veteran now. Anyway yeah, hope you had a killer birthday and thanks for letting come along. Even though, as yan pointed out, i wasn't actually invited. Birthday crashers ftw.

http://www.ohdearana.blogspot.com/

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WHOA! how did i forget this when i first posted. Today, i realized i've got MAD player skillz. Totally had that asian waiter wrapped around my finger. But seriously, farrrout. He was awkwardly touching, nay GROPING me throughout the dinner. It's actually quite embarassing and creepy but i post it to remind myself never to go back there. Or at least, next time, try to get him fired... or better yet, get the meal for free. Oh yeah.

Boxing Day/ Cabin Fever.

Rock 'em Sock 'em Robots: Another toy i never got.

Lately, boxing has been on my mind. I've craved it at all hours of the day and night. Sparring with kuya Mike has only encouraged this seemingly random urge of mine. My goals in this department include; learn how to punch and learn how to stop punches. Basically learning how to box is my latest agenda. Yessh, that's today's update in the tedious story that is my life.

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What else... Oh, so my life has become and endless cycle of BLEH. The repetitiveness of sleeping, eating, and surfing the internet has taken a toll on me. I'm not sure if i am even able of human interaction anymore. University will come and i will speak to nobody. And due to my lack of Provisional drivers licensing, i am doomed to forever dwell within this home; destined to die all alone in this wooden prison.
Either that, or this will happen:



Overdramatic? I think NOT!
Hmmm, i think i need one of those mad endings like to trademark everything i write...
attempt number 1:

"That's it for today folks, Angelo out.!"
(yeah, that failed.)

None Like it Hot!

I hate the Australian weather. It is way too hot to do anything. But i think i've rediscovered the problem;

Common, i know i'm not the only one who cried a river for the dead sunbeams. *tear

Damn you greenhouse gases!

My dad; former camera whore.

Blog for the 11th of January -
See all that? shirtless; check. good background; check. shoulders CLEARLY visible; check. Only if it were taken with a downward angle would this be more of a luvo-shot. And this is particularly funny to me as this is an old photograph of my father, circa approximately 1971 [making him about 15 years old]. Since he, like all his male siblings, was born with the name Augusto Rosette Modelo (he however is Jr.), his parents decided to give him the totally apt nickname of BOB. Now Bob's this self-proclaimed "walking encyclopedia" that probably loves his books more than his own children. But every now and again i'll remember that at some point in his journey through life he was once a teenager who liked to take photos of himself. :)

Happy Birthday Pops!

Near Death Experience.

So you know that movie Wanted right. Well today i tried to be like them, minus the money, the killing, the guns. Basically, without all the cool stuff. But what i did attempt was the whole slow motion, lower your own heart rate thing, and it didn't go according to plan. Instead of having the mysterious ability to alter my perception of time, i was paralyzed to the point where i felt like i was dying. As i lay down on the couch preparing for a nap i had this unusual surge of adrenaline. And instead of taking deep breaths and relaxing, i tried to be a hero and mimick James Mcavoy. So i did everything in my power to slow things down. Then i couldn't move. My body went numb all the way through to my fingertips and it was though i was being strapped to the chair by millions of invisible chains. I feared for my life, feeling as though my existence on this earth was coming to an abrupt end. Then the numbness started to fade and all was back to normal. Now i feel rejuvinated! I just won my first battle with death. Angelo -1, Death -0. Take that.

Antique Road Show.

[piggy bank] [book ends]

So i went on a little bit of a road trip today with the folks. Hit up Kurrajong, Lithgow and some other towns i can't recall all the while stopping bye in the quaintest little antique shops. I was hoping to find some sort of 'scary' doll (like chucky) or something like that. But instead i settled for those two nifty items above. Don't know what real use they have in my room or my house at all, but they look pretty cool. The whole thing made me want to visit more stores like that and also put a couple of things on my wishlist; a Jack in the box, dominoes etc.

King of Tekken.

Today was unusually slow. nothing of any importance happened so all i have to say is that today i proved once and for all, that i am the KING OF TEKKEN. i annihilated opponents left right and centre. Yeah, that was sooo modest of me. But heck, when i've got nothing else to write about, and when i have no other accomplishments to my name, being the number one tekken-ite is pretty darn good.

Bethel Ligad.!

On the 7th of January in 1987 Alexander Ligad and Bernice Ligad had a daughter. Being revolutionary thinkers of their time they merged their names together (ala Brangelina) to come up with her nickname, Alnice. Today that former child turns 23. So to commerate this date, Happy Birthday Unofficial Official Criminal Defence Lawyer. Ps. She writes pretty legit blogs. Or at least she used to. Find the link below.

http://www.weheartmaxthehistorianboy.blogspot.com/

Have an awesome birthday ate. And as i wrote this, you better be getting crunk. OD-ing on life.

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postscript. NOOOOOO! i just found out i could've gone to your (alnice) birthday party! would've been first time clubbing, and i'm on the "guest list" and everything. Whatever that means. This Would've been with my brother and my cousins and it would've been fantabulous*. But instead i'm here watching the office. Which isn't a bad thing, but i've almost finished the disc and then what will i do. Grrr.

*note to self: gotta stop using words like fantabulous.

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What comes after the postscript.? I FINISHED MY PREFERENCES. Life can continue with joy and a slightly lower amount of stress. Now we play the waiting game.

D-Day.

Last day to figure out what i want to do. Future-Angelo, sorry if i made decisions you can't live with. But i'm 18, cut me some slack. Anyway just so you know what i did choose;


1) Bachelor of Commerce at University of Sydney
2) Bachelor of Commerce at UNSW
3) Bachelor of Economics at University of Sydney
4) Bachelor of Economics, B Economics/B Arts at UNSW
5) Bachelor of Business at University of Technology, Sydney
6) Bachelor of Engineering (Civil with Architecture) at UNSW
7) Bachelor of Engineering (Civil/Mining/Environmental) at UNSW
8) Bachelor of Engineering (Civil) at University of Sydney
9) Bachelor of Social Science (Criminology) at UNSW

Under The Weather.

(january 5th,. 2010.)

I apologise in advance for the shortened post today. Was feeling ill all day so nothing to report on. Oh! I have just about finalized university preferences. Civil Engineering. I'd prefer to do all the engineering without any more maths, but i can't have that. And if i had done a little smarter i would be able to do commerce, but it seems as though engineering is the course for me. But i realized a couple of things. I will never escape maths in university or probably in life. And i might as well make the msot out of what i learnt in highschool, that is, if i can remember any of it. But hey, still got another 24 hours to figure it out. Maybe a little sleep will help.

What to do.

I used to have pretty ambitious dreams when it came to tertiary studies, but when i figured out there were no fraternities in australia, and therefore no sororities, the dreams faded. But seriously, there's about 48 hours away from the deadline of preferences and i'm still uncertain of what i want to study. There's so much i'd love to study, but to pick one is beginning to feel like a burden. Aside from the gift of decisiveness i think i would wish that i could go back and study more. I rarely studied. And i can kindof admit that now cause it's a moot point, but in reality i did the bare minimum of work throughout highschool. I'm fortunate to be where i am but if i could go back and change it i would. My options would be reaaaaallly different now. But this is where i am, and it looks like engineering is my future.

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YOUDUBB + Ghetto workout + midnight swimmings + gabriels + guines + verzosa = good day.
And fyi, it also equals a really dumb equation. ahahah

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First time ever, response to comments... Yes B. That is now on my list of new years resolutions. But one i'm not too worried about. We'll get around to it :) *pinky swear.

Plug: DJ Earworm.

"Hate is baggage. Life's too short to be pissed off all the time. It's just not worth it."
-David Vinyard, American History X.
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Mixing the songs off of the Billboard top 25 for the year 2009; Blame it on the Pop.



too sleepy to write anything of substance.

Changes

"You see the old way wasn't working so its on us to do what we gotta do, to survive" - Tupac

So yesterday was New Years Day, and i've been thinking about resolutions (aka. goals for the upcoming year). Its as though we are getting a clean slate with ourselves beginning January 1st. A fresh start for us to correct any 'flaws' in our character. Another attempt to better ourselves. To be honest, i've never made a serious attempt at a personal resolution. But 2010 is shaping to be a year of change for myself. There's a definite change in scenery, and most likely a change my overall lifestyle. I get the sense that i need to be more accountable with my life. So one year from now i'd like to be able to look back, smile, and be proud of the way i turned out.

The only problem with that is that i haven't been able to make any decisions on where i want to be a month from now, let alone an entire year. The 6th is soon approaching and i still have no idea of what i'm going to study at university. But maybe it'll all fall into place when that's off my mind. I'll have a clearer idea of where i want to be and more importantly who i want to be. Hmmm.

So to conclude this ramble of a post. Some of the things i want to achieve in the following year:

- Figure out my preferences

- Practise writing everyday (on track for that so far. oh yeahh)

- Read the word everyday

- Learn from last year

- Finish this list

wish me luck.

Happy Birthday World.

At 12:00am this morning i celebrated the beginning of a new day, month, year and decade. 2010 had officially begun for me and the thoughts of how this year would be different flooded my mind. Wondering what changes my life would undertake in the upcoming 365 days. Perhaps even worried about my future. But soon enough the more festive section of my mind took over. Our now 'traditional' sparklers lit up the night until there were none left. And now left alone to rejoice in our own unique way, we opted for a night of all-out Tekken. Other than the countless hours spent asleep with the sun still up; not a bad way to ring in the new year.

But today was more than the mark of a brand new year. The arguably more important aspect of this date was the ending of 2009. In hindsight 09 felt far too short. The last year of secondary schooling did not drag on as once feared. Instead it (for lack of a better word) whooshed by, making every event a blur in my memory. Keeping me wondering if it had all really happened. It was a good year overall. Things happened one way or another and if nothing else, i am thankful for everyone became/played apart in my life this year. And i don't want to sound pretentious or feign any sort of maturity, but i really am just grateful for the year i had just had. And i can only pray that 2010 will treat me just the same, giving me the experiences my young life needs to feel complete.

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Maybe one day i'll be able to think back properly to December 2009 and accurately recapture the events that transpired and make up for my lack of posting in the past 2 weeks. There are no real reasons for this other than my complete laziness to write at all. But yes, sorry future-Angelo for not writing but you know how you are with these things. Don't be too hard on yourself.