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.