happy 21st, bro...
Wednesday, August 31, 2005
Saturday, August 27, 2005
Mount. Rhupehu
Daniel and me.
went to a ski trip on 13 - 15 August, to Mount. Rhupehu. this is one of the very very few pictures of me taken in all white. thats why it is precious. haha...
the trip?
it was AWESOME, first time seeing snow, first time snow boarding, I'd say its as awesome as the most awesome thing you have ever did, times it by 100, and thats how awesome I felt.
was planning on writing a very thorough post of my experience with the snow, but it was too awesome that I am afraid I cant express it with just a mere few thousand words, and that I would be disappointed . so... Ive decided to not write much about it, let there be space for imagination.
peace out.
Friday, August 26, 2005
Tuesday, August 23, 2005
What then?
It was a little over twelve midnight last saturday when I met AK, Esther and Johnny in front of Shooters after work. It wasn't until I was in front of the bar that I figured I didnt brought my passport (you need to show some identification to proof that you are 18 and above, and only a 18+ card, or passport or drivers license will do...). I wasnt really dissapointed, coz didnt really felt like clubbing anyway, just felt like beer, but that wasnt a problem either, coz I was holding a plastic bag with a take-away chicken fettucini pasta (for AK) and a bottle of Corona (which I accidentally slipped it into my plastic bag before I leave the kitchen... you get what I mean...). Ended up sitting in Reading Cinema (cinema with footcourt below) with Johnny and met Grace who was waiting for her friends to go to a korean karaoke lounge in Reading too.
Her friends came, we were invited to join, so we walked together.
The street was filled with pointless people, some in crowds, some couples, some drunken, some act as if they were drunk, heavy beats from disco drifting along the street, taxis flooded the road, uninquisitive asian working in 24 hours convenient stores, girls showing off with as least cloth on their body as possible although it was a fairly cold night, old man holding an electric guitar, sitting on an amp., busking... which gave me an idea, why dont I busk too?
I told Johnny about my idea, and he was excited. as always.
We reached manners mall, I took off my deep blue water-proof-wind-proof jacket, spread it on the floor, us, wearing only T-shirts and jeans, started to ask for request from passer-by. I was amazed by how different peoples feeback was:
A couple from Switzerland kiss in front of us while I sang Your Song by Elton, and gave use a dollar gold coin.
A guy kept on saying he cant take it any more because we were too good (he was lying... he was suffering actually), he kept on grabing his hair, pulling them, acted as if he's gone crazy; but he gave us a gold coin anyway.
A girl with very short hair ( and I mean real short... almost bald...), she was singing along with us, if I remembered correctly, it was Billy Jeans, by Michael. She tried offering us her guitar pick, but we didnt want it, she ended up giving us a hug.
Some mature guy (in their forthies, I think), aging and desperate, threw a few coins to us and at us, saying rudely:"hey, you've got the coins, now sing, shut up and sing..." wasnt pleasant, but we were professional, we sang until they left, I head them said "crap" as they went...
A cute old couple came, didnt request for a song, but still gave us a gold coin, the lady told us, well, more of giving us order that we shouldnt buy drugs with it... Johnny say to me:"ok where should we get the drugs now.." out loud, the lady turned back and said:"I said NO DRUGS!", it was funny...
Met a few kids who can beatbox very well, gave us not money, but two candy bars, which one of them is my favorite, Sneakers... argrggrrgrrggrg...
A girl request for a Beatles song, and was suprise I know it, it was Love Me Do, by the Beatles. She drop a few coins and left dancing. The dance was awful.
A girl pull out a five dollar bill even though we didnt know the song she requested. she was awesome.
then there was three girls who took a photo of us with on of their phone, should have ask them to send it to me, as a proof.. haha...
there were more...
for one and a half hour, we stood there, of all the people who came by, some left saying that we were full of craps, a majority of them left with a twist of happiness dangling on the edge of their lips. they smiled, they laughed.
We earn a little less than 20 dollars all together, that was a lot for singing craps down town. Went to a jazz pub the following day, had a flat white, my usual, and a bowl of chips with live jazz. I wouldnt say I earn 20 bucks if you ask me, what then?
I earn a nice cup of coffee, a bowl of chips with dip, a few laughs, a few cheered hearts, a few hand shakes, and a hug.
Her friends came, we were invited to join, so we walked together.
The street was filled with pointless people, some in crowds, some couples, some drunken, some act as if they were drunk, heavy beats from disco drifting along the street, taxis flooded the road, uninquisitive asian working in 24 hours convenient stores, girls showing off with as least cloth on their body as possible although it was a fairly cold night, old man holding an electric guitar, sitting on an amp., busking... which gave me an idea, why dont I busk too?
I told Johnny about my idea, and he was excited. as always.
We reached manners mall, I took off my deep blue water-proof-wind-proof jacket, spread it on the floor, us, wearing only T-shirts and jeans, started to ask for request from passer-by. I was amazed by how different peoples feeback was:
A couple from Switzerland kiss in front of us while I sang Your Song by Elton, and gave use a dollar gold coin.
A guy kept on saying he cant take it any more because we were too good (he was lying... he was suffering actually), he kept on grabing his hair, pulling them, acted as if he's gone crazy; but he gave us a gold coin anyway.
A girl with very short hair ( and I mean real short... almost bald...), she was singing along with us, if I remembered correctly, it was Billy Jeans, by Michael. She tried offering us her guitar pick, but we didnt want it, she ended up giving us a hug.
Some mature guy (in their forthies, I think), aging and desperate, threw a few coins to us and at us, saying rudely:"hey, you've got the coins, now sing, shut up and sing..." wasnt pleasant, but we were professional, we sang until they left, I head them said "crap" as they went...
A cute old couple came, didnt request for a song, but still gave us a gold coin, the lady told us, well, more of giving us order that we shouldnt buy drugs with it... Johnny say to me:"ok where should we get the drugs now.." out loud, the lady turned back and said:"I said NO DRUGS!", it was funny...
Met a few kids who can beatbox very well, gave us not money, but two candy bars, which one of them is my favorite, Sneakers... argrggrrgrrggrg...
A girl request for a Beatles song, and was suprise I know it, it was Love Me Do, by the Beatles. She drop a few coins and left dancing. The dance was awful.
A girl pull out a five dollar bill even though we didnt know the song she requested. she was awesome.
then there was three girls who took a photo of us with on of their phone, should have ask them to send it to me, as a proof.. haha...
there were more...
for one and a half hour, we stood there, of all the people who came by, some left saying that we were full of craps, a majority of them left with a twist of happiness dangling on the edge of their lips. they smiled, they laughed.
We earn a little less than 20 dollars all together, that was a lot for singing craps down town. Went to a jazz pub the following day, had a flat white, my usual, and a bowl of chips with live jazz. I wouldnt say I earn 20 bucks if you ask me, what then?
I earn a nice cup of coffee, a bowl of chips with dip, a few laughs, a few cheered hearts, a few hand shakes, and a hug.
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Monday, August 22, 2005
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Saturday, August 20, 2005
The butterfly effect
Went to the blog I accidentally bumped into a few weeks ago after my previous post, (TT still dreaming hard), which I read quite often lately.
todays post was about the blog moving to elsewhere, and that that will be the last post.
was kind of suprise.
its amazing that such small decision made by a person, to move the blog elsewhere, can affect someone who is not in anyway related to his or her life, someone like me. Bet the writter didn't thought that someone half a globe away from him or her would be suprise of the moving-elsewhere-blog huh...
which made me thought of the butterfly effect - even the flap of a butterfly's wings could change the entire course of time.
p/s: sinyee, no... not because of the day-of-the-week 'EFFECT'
todays post was about the blog moving to elsewhere, and that that will be the last post.
was kind of suprise.
its amazing that such small decision made by a person, to move the blog elsewhere, can affect someone who is not in anyway related to his or her life, someone like me. Bet the writter didn't thought that someone half a globe away from him or her would be suprise of the moving-elsewhere-blog huh...
which made me thought of the butterfly effect - even the flap of a butterfly's wings could change the entire course of time.
p/s: sinyee, no... not because of the day-of-the-week 'EFFECT'
Decision
Went out with 7+ of them to reading cinema for a movie, it was good, not in the sense of its story line, but it was entertaining, actions and special effects bla bla bla, it matches the demand of the mass audience, us. Texted AK after the movie, but without any anticipation on a reply, it was more of a 'give it a shot' thing, aiming the mere chances that she might be up, and was able to leave the door open for me... after 2 hours 13 minutes and 10 seconds, I am still waiting for her reply... haha... fat chance...
some how ended up in TT's room, in front of her very-slow Presario 2200 Compaq. The night is deep, TT dreaming hard beneath her duvet behind me, about her boss calling early in the morning telling her that she dont have to go to her early shift, and that she would climb back into her bed, and sleep until the end of time... haha, dream on... while she works tomorrow morning, I will be the one realising her dreams...
15 minutes later...
trying to figure out what I should write about, instead of thinking what I want to write, I am thinking of someting else...
I've decided on something, yes... I've decided.
some how ended up in TT's room, in front of her very-slow Presario 2200 Compaq. The night is deep, TT dreaming hard beneath her duvet behind me, about her boss calling early in the morning telling her that she dont have to go to her early shift, and that she would climb back into her bed, and sleep until the end of time... haha, dream on... while she works tomorrow morning, I will be the one realising her dreams...
15 minutes later...
trying to figure out what I should write about, instead of thinking what I want to write, I am thinking of someting else...
I've decided on something, yes... I've decided.
Trinity
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Found this on the wall beside the flight of stairs from my house up... to some... road... forgot the name of the road... anyway, haha...
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Saturday, August 13, 2005
MONTEITH's BLACK
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Beer it is...
Has been really crazy lately, been spending too many hours in the library since three weeks ago. Guess from my previous posts, its obvious that I had been through some hardshi't' huh... three assignments due on the same day? there is nothing funny about it if you ask me.
after 9 weekly assignments, 3 heavily assess assignments, 2-days-per week work, and very few days to sleep well, the most compensating thing is in fact no more than a bottle of beer - Monteith's. but one thing is good about it for sure though, its free. bahahahahahahahahahahaha...
cheers, to free beers. and that I am free, well, at least for now.
Friday, August 12, 2005
Tuesday, August 09, 2005
Monday, August 08, 2005
Wondering...
I know I know, you're probably sick of looking at my picture everytime you visit my blog, and feel like vomiting, to save the food you just ate, I'll just post something and take the picture of the last post.
A question: if you were given the power to choose 2 days of normal days, or 1v ery happy but conversely 1 very sad day, which one would you choose?
I won't share my answer with you guys, coz, it would take a few thousand words to answer it, or maybe coz my english isn't good enough to explain such thing, or rather, you won't understand my explaination.
but I'd pretty much like to listen to your answer. no matter if you are just someone wondering between blogs, or my friends.
p/s: by the way, if you are a usual, you'll notice the title of my blog had change, no more gravity crap, and don't worry, I am not suffering from any abnormal psychology, just felt like changing it, and AK inspired me.
A question: if you were given the power to choose 2 days of normal days, or 1v ery happy but conversely 1 very sad day, which one would you choose?
I won't share my answer with you guys, coz, it would take a few thousand words to answer it, or maybe coz my english isn't good enough to explain such thing, or rather, you won't understand my explaination.
but I'd pretty much like to listen to your answer. no matter if you are just someone wondering between blogs, or my friends.
p/s: by the way, if you are a usual, you'll notice the title of my blog had change, no more gravity crap, and don't worry, I am not suffering from any abnormal psychology, just felt like changing it, and AK inspired me.
Friday, August 05, 2005
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Day-of-the-week effect
what is this you asked?
Been given an assignment lately, the question is amazingly short, but not unexpected. the question is "discuss the day-of-the-week effect", and guess what, I have to write 1000 word with it.
sounds easy, just get your butt into the computer lab, go to yahoo, search for a few informations and *kaboom*, you're done, its just 1000 word afterall? No. No. day-of-the-week is a theory developed by some guy call Cross a few decades ago, and this has been one of the most controversial topics in the world of finance, and there is loads and loads of arguements regarding it. too much in fact.
do you know what's the worst part? apparently, my finance lecturer, a Dr., has wrote a few reports on this theory. and I have to impress him with mine.
shit.
Been given an assignment lately, the question is amazingly short, but not unexpected. the question is "discuss the day-of-the-week effect", and guess what, I have to write 1000 word with it.
sounds easy, just get your butt into the computer lab, go to yahoo, search for a few informations and *kaboom*, you're done, its just 1000 word afterall? No. No. day-of-the-week is a theory developed by some guy call Cross a few decades ago, and this has been one of the most controversial topics in the world of finance, and there is loads and loads of arguements regarding it. too much in fact.
do you know what's the worst part? apparently, my finance lecturer, a Dr., has wrote a few reports on this theory. and I have to impress him with mine.
shit.
Thursday, August 04, 2005
Wednesday, August 03, 2005
Cold night
its a cold night, probably one of the coldest since I've been here.
have you ever been through some tought times where you feel like telling someone something, but you couldn't? no particular reason. and its not like you are trying to tell someone that you are gay(I'm not, just an example...) or that you just killed his or her favorite pet. you just couldn't. the words are somehow stucked somewhere down your throat, can't swollow it, coz its half way out, can't throw it out, coz its still half way down.
''how was your day?''...
the night is really cold. wear an extra jacket. would you?
have you ever been through some tought times where you feel like telling someone something, but you couldn't? no particular reason. and its not like you are trying to tell someone that you are gay(I'm not, just an example...) or that you just killed his or her favorite pet. you just couldn't. the words are somehow stucked somewhere down your throat, can't swollow it, coz its half way out, can't throw it out, coz its still half way down.
''how was your day?''...
the night is really cold. wear an extra jacket. would you?
Monday, August 01, 2005
Ain't it?
What made my day?
2 cups of flat white, 2 cups of cappuccino sitting on a wooden table. Candle light in the middle, and a live jazz band.
its that simple.
this is one of those days where you walk on the quiet road at night and say to the person beside you :''beautiful day, ain't it?"
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