tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-175483402024-03-07T16:49:09.460-08:00The Masterful Surprisewhere your concern is our irrelevance.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger130125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548340.post-78476436145318796802013-07-20T06:13:00.000-07:002013-07-20T06:17:12.661-07:00ClarityZedd's <i>Clarity</i> is playing on loop in the background and I'm just feeling a bit nostalgic.Or emotional. Maybe it's a mix of both. <i>The lyrics mean so much.</i> Unlike previous posts where I just type out whatever's on my mind, I've gone and read my <i>previous</i> posts before typing up this one, and concerns have indeed changed. Last year it was about the<i> Hallyu Wave</i>, and the post before that was the pains of living with a <i>bright orange</i> Proton Saga. It's been 3 years since that post, and things have indeed progressed, albeit into more confusing territory. I've solved that Saga issue with replacing it with another <i>Satria GTi</i> (I think if there was ever a soul mate in the form of a car, this would be it.) and an <i>E39 5 series</i>. So one's quick, fun, lightweight, and very familiar. The other is a bit bigger, but oh so comfortable, and finally gives me that straight six rear wheel drive configuration that also allows me to hit 235km/h without much of a fuss. I absolutely love the combination of both, although in the back of my mind, I still need another city runabout, and a pick-up for the rough stuff. While this solution has indeed calmed my constant W<i>hat Car?</i> questioning down for about a year or so, my past year has been focused on something else.<br />
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Out of the past eight months or so, the first five has been a ride. Pretty much drunk on most nights, I met so many people (including <i>her</i>,yes.), and I thought this was my answer to the mundane life (hey, I got to meet <i>LMF </i>and watch T<i>he Prodigy</i>), and it was all good. It was living the dream. But it wasn't. Good things don't last forever, nor does stability, and it all came crashing down when I realised that I wasn't moving anywhere. I wasn't progressing. It wasn't viable. I had forgotten that this was meant to be a twisted <i>social experiment</i> with myself at the core, a taster of sorts to see what life could be like on the limit, and whether what I'd worked for could work as I'd imagined. I was <i>hooked</i>. I didn't want to give it up. I didn't want to <i>not</i> see her again. I didn't want to<i> let go</i>.</div>
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It took me a good two months or so to return to normality. And now that <i>I'm back</i>, I'm not sure I want to be here. I'm not sure this is the place I'd left behind. I'm not sure I can still function the same way I did before. I've seen things, experienced things that I never thought would come together, felt joy, the pain, the blurred line between the life of reality and the party, and let me tell you something; watching that sunrise alone at a McDonalds after a night out: that defines you. It's hard to forget the images. It's hard to forget the music, the emotion stirs every single time I hear a familiar tune. The story's the same everywhere I go, it's like being a part of a club that has disbanded, with everyone headed in different directions. I'm not sure if I will be able to return to this life again soon enough. I'm not sure if, when I'm ready I can top what had come and gone.But if there's one thing I can tell you:<i> </i></div>
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I just noticed it's been 2 years since I've written anything here. It's slightly past 2am right now, and 제자리걸음's playing on the lappie. Well OK so I just turned it on. I've just watched <i>"I AM"</i> on pay-per-view on telly, and it really gets me thinking. It's been 2 years since I've gone head first into the <i>Hallyu Wave</i>, and it's taken me on a journey that has been... interesting. When I first saw <i>Gee </i>back then, I didn't have the faintest clue that it was a game changer that would save me from a disfunctional relationship, and change most of the way I perceive <i>(and live)</i> life. It became more that just a music video, more than just an album, more than just a variety show. More than 9 girls trying to make it in the world. They became <i>hope, dreams and warmth.</i> I'll not go into the specifics but; in two short years, I went from not being able to tell <i>Jessica </i>and <i>Taeyeon</i> apart to having gone to watch them live both in Singapore, and in KL. I'm looking forward to <i>SM Town</i> in Singapore at the end of the year, but that's down to getting the impossible tickets again. It's interesting how massive<i> the Wave</i> really is. When you think about it, Korea has pretty much jumped to the forefront in nearly every avenue of life: cars, fashion, electronics, food, entertainment. 2 years ago you'd think twice about a Samsung phone or buying an LG TV. You'd think I was crazy for saying KIA made some nice looking cars. People looked at me funny when I told them that the only person for me was <i>Jessica Jung</i> <i>(I think they still do on that one)</i>. But it's true. It's changed my life more than I can fathom, and if you look closely, I'm pretty sure it has changed you too. I believe I'm not alone. I believe there are many of us that go beyond the commercialism and the product, because we can see that there is something much more genuine amidst the packaging. It's something I can't really explain. But it's something I think the world needs. And it isn't show any signs of slowing.<br />
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I don't think it can afford to.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548340.post-20060692200080009282010-10-08T14:12:00.000-07:002011-02-08T11:19:35.454-08:00The One With The Car Discussion<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuuYGDgkgCZ3jVXgYfLeypIz3ak2Xek4QNAbYeAK4YRlTtNLWOUE6M4AoS4hyphenhyphenfEJ45vwQbNDp7sw5Du113XA2pxj6m4x-i-XoY-JFnHX3nYBbxhutAAI7hdxo-8tLUcmPG2uPyxA/s1600/data.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 177px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuuYGDgkgCZ3jVXgYfLeypIz3ak2Xek4QNAbYeAK4YRlTtNLWOUE6M4AoS4hyphenhyphenfEJ45vwQbNDp7sw5Du113XA2pxj6m4x-i-XoY-JFnHX3nYBbxhutAAI7hdxo-8tLUcmPG2uPyxA/s320/data.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525812558793586706" /></a>It's 5:12am. The Charlatans are playing <i>You're So Pretty</i> in the background, and I've just watched <i>Jamiroquai's</i> two new videos from their upcoming album and it's looking real good. I've plagued myself with the <i>"what car?"</i> question this past week (<i>Jay Kay</i> does not help me at any point), and I've promised myself to write a rant about the looming problem so that future generations of myself can view this post, shake their heads in disagreement to the tune of <i>"What was I thinking?". </i>So<i>, here goes:</i><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><br /></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">As you know, I've traded in the Lancer GT about half a year ago for a 07' Proton Saga. Yes, </span>a Proton Saga. </i>What brings upon such madness? Why would any sane person do such a thing? I've questioned my sanity multiple times, and let me tell you that it's actually the most <i>practical (surprise, surprise) </i>reasons that get to me. It's all partly down to <i>Proton's</i> annoying deal with <i>Mitsubishi</i> to rebadge the <i>Lancer </i>as the<i> Waja</i> next month or so. <i>(Insert quote from Armageddon here: It's happened before, it'll happen again.) </i>So yeah, Lancer owners will now have sleepless nights that their pride and joy will now not only be worth less than a half a ham sandwich; but in the process of <i>Malaysian-izatio</i>n it will also be<i> nicked</i> by the Waja owners in their futile attempts of <i>Waja-lutionizing</i> their badly made Malaysian product. So, OK it makes some sense in selling it off before depreciation sets in, besides it wasn't an absolutely lovely car to drive anyways, the CVT is rubbish unless set in manual mode; where it becomes clear that there's one virtual gear too many, and only fun at the limit, which is a shame because while it's got a lovely chassis, when the gearbox is pushed it warns the driver that something very expensive to replace is overheating and you should slow down (<i>imagine a nice girl telling you that in the middle of a heated...</i>); which is fine if you have that remedy of what they call being rich, but not quite; because you then realise that most of the service centres are run by incompetent<i> EON</i> staff. I've got to say that the only redeeming factor about the car was it's rigid body (apparently stiffer than an <i>Evo IX)</i> but it just didn't have the grunt to make it shine through. All in all, it was sold off because it wasn't a <i>serious enough</i> of a machine, and the fact that it's just plain <i>silly</i> to hang on to something that will soon depreciate and <i>then</i> get stolen. So right, why the hell replace it with a <i>Saga</i> then? It's all down to economics. If I were to drive the said Lancer for say 3 years, it'll depreciate at least RM30,000. If I swapped it with the cheapest car I can find, and drive it for the same 3 years, I lose whatever the cheap car costs, and keep the remaining that I would have lost to depreciation <i>plus</i> I gain the cheap car. It all makes sense.</div><div><br /></div><div>However, making sense is rarely a <i>nice</i> thing. It's <i>neither</i> comfortable, nor quick. Or safe. It feels absolutely on the <i>edge</i> most of the time, and being an <i>extremist </i>of sorts, I do appreciate some of it's qualities; the interior is quite nicely laid out (after the mods) and it's very <i>exciting</i> to drive even at slow speeds (simply because the bodywork is made from metal so thin, and noise insulation is non-existant); but if I'm honest, it is also amazingly cheap to run. So a<b> <i>plu</i>s</b> then? </div><div><i><b><br /></b></i></div><div><i><b>Not quite</b></i>. It's blessed with an immensely hard ride (why Proton decided that this car needed firmer springs I will never fathom), rubbish to look at (except for the rear three-quarter view; which I still maintain is <i>retro-cool; but I'm very sure nice looking model types will never realise this</i>) and <i>smoke</i> from either the exhaust manifold (or from somewhere mysterious along the pipe) leaks into the cabin on certain days. I find this a pain because it is my <i>A-B<b> </b>(Oh how I loathe A-B cars, but that's a whole different story for a different post) </i>daily driver, this. It's even more of a pain simply because I've been driving all these lovely <i>supercars</i> of late. One day in a <i>DBS</i>, and the next in <i>horrible horribledom</i>. I'm not complaining about the <i>supercars</i> (please, keep em' coming) but something's got to be done about the <i>Saga</i>. But what? </div><div><br /></div><div>The way i see it, I've either got the option of<i> fixing it</i> (the <i>uber</i> annoying bits), or; like my mind suggests: <i>change it</i>. Sure, while fixing it's bad points might make it more comfortable and livable, it <i><b>will not</b></i>, without a doubt, make it look any prettier, or garner much respect in any form whatsoever; unless I put a tractor arm in the boot or something (Ha! I was serious about that, Chen. Always<i> serious.</i>). So it's a change then? Some fresh air?</div><div><br /></div><div>Not <i>really</i>. If it's a question of getting the <i><b>GTT</b></i> I've been harping about in the last post, then I'm sorry but I don't think my lack of career allows me to maintain it. Same goes with the<i> almost-10k-a-year</i> maintainence of the <i><b>350Z</b></i><b>.</b> That just about scraps most<i> big engined, rear wheel drives</i> off the list. What if they cost much less? What? A <i><b>GTO</b></i>? It looks a bit dated, and to be honest, I can't really pretend that the gearbox won't crumble in short intervals. Rotary engines are not even an option due to their imminent problems, so that rules out any <i><b>RX-7</b> </i>and the bargain bin <i><b>RX-8</b></i>. Something newer then? An <i><b>Impreza Ver. 7</b> or <b>8</b>?</i> An<b><i> Evo VIII</i></b><i>?</i> Impressive performance but... <i><b>Nah</b></i>. I'm not into the whole <i>4-door saloon</i> thing. Let me explain: I'm against the whole practicality thing. It's the same reason I shoved two huge buckets into the <i>Saga</i> (<i>Trust me, I would remove the rear seats in a heartbeat if I had the option to</i>). I never understood the whole need to buy a <i>practical </i>car. Do you carry full luggage every single day? Do you really need to carry more than one passenger at a time? If your <i>svelte</i> girlfriend needs to carry more than a miniature handbag out to that function that you're attending, you've got the <i>wrong girl</i> anyways. Do you really need more legitimate reasons to help your friends move house? That's what I thought. As far as I'm concerned, practicality robs a person of two things: <i>performance </i>(from weight) and <i>pointless additional </i><i>cost</i> (from carrying <i>idiots</i> in the rear who again rob you of more <i>performance</i> (The rear seats are heavy enough, you now want to carry people on them too?), <i>fuel economy</i> and most importantly; <i>style (4 door cars look rubbish next to coupes</i>)) Now i'm sure there are some exceptions to my anti 4-door rule. In my book, there are four exceptions: they're called <i><b>The Flying Spur</b></i>,<b> </b><i><b>Quattroporte</b></i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">,</span> </b><i><b>Panamera</b></i><b> </b>and <i><b>Rapide</b></i><b>.</b> That's simply because that while they do have four doors, that does not make them any more practical than the next <i>sports</i> <i>coupe </i>(<i>or less mad for that matter</i>). And unless I decide to have a family, I wouldn't be exempted from my own ruling to buy anything close to a <i>Cayenne Turbo</i>, which I do respect immensely. Incidentally, it's my ideal car for the school run. It's called a <i>run</i> for a reason, yea? So what else is there? Something classic like an <i><b>old 911</b></i> or <i><b>1980's 3-series coupe</b></i><b> </b>doesn't make financial sense; and parts will be hard to find, especially after next year's governmental ruling on half-cuts. Older<b> </b><i><b>S-Classes</b></i><b> </b>are more expensive to maintain than a <i><b>GTT</b>, </i>and would probably break down twice, no three times as often. <i> So what then? </i>I've thought hard and long, and there's no real answer because everything is a compromise for something. </div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>"And on that bombshell..."</i></div><div><div><i><br /></i></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548340.post-40432037399795031802010-10-03T10:29:00.000-07:002010-10-03T10:49:26.813-07:00It's October? Already?It's 1:30am and Hyun_A's <i>Change</i> is about to come on, it's about (give or take) a month or so to GT5. It's like <i>Fast & Furious</i> all over again. I'm going to be that boy that bought the large popcorn to get the key ring with no real ride in the garage just yet. I know. I've been harping on the issue for just over 3 and then some years now. It's annoying. It's been annoying my thoughts, and a good part of me is going a little insane. In terms of getting a real job, there's been a lot of directions this year. From being a systems engineer, to multimedia web designer, to freelance designer, to wedding media production. Then there's the whole Korean direction. The world seems to be heading in that direction. And I can't blame them. It's just a lot of change for a person that just wants a <i>R34 GTT</i> for as long as I can remember. I've been scouring a good part of the local web and print classifieds and seeing them (<i>GTTs</i>) come and go really makes me weary. I feel for every pristine example that will probably never surface in the same condition again. It's like when I laid my eyes on that yellow <i>Tommy Kaira R34</i> when I was just back from my 2 and a half year <i>"expedition"</i>. The horizon looks barren and the space far in-between; the sounds of that turbocharged six cylinder inline nowhere to be heard. It's about timing apparently. But we all know how that goes, and I'm not convinced it'll turn out the way it's supposed to. <div><br /></div><div><i>It never does.</i></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548340.post-21725917375101932462010-08-23T11:29:00.000-07:002010-08-23T11:52:37.512-07:00AugustIt's August 2010. Lily Allen's <i>Who'd Have Known</i> is playing. It's quite fitting of the situation, simply because all those months ago when I stepped off that plane I certainly didn't expect that in a year or so life was going to make a huge three-sixty sporting a big <b>up yours</b>. <i>Sure</i>, you could argue it wasn't all bad. There were the supercars I never dreamt I would drive (<i>this soon anyways</i>) and go sideways in. Then I went and did that whole <i>relationship</i> thing (which, mind you was so immensely <i>overrated</i> and <i>tiring</i>). And then that freelance thing. It's pretty much downhill from there. I'm not out of control. I'm just letting it slip. It's one thing to go into self destruction, and much a different story to do it <i>willingly</i>. In a roller coaster of sorts, you know you need the sudden realization to wake up. But get this, what if I'm not asleep? And I wake up from nothing? And all this is really what I've gotten myself into? Picking up the pieces have never been my forte, nor am I a stranger to it. It's just like John McClane, how many times can the same shit happen to the same person again, and again? It sometimes feels like life is a damn sequel with all the familiar plot twists. Some days, I just dont give a<i> fuck</i> anymore. What's the big plan anyway? There is a voice to reason, and it sounds like a bitch.<div><br /></div><div><i>I remembered a time in the past when it was all apart, but yet it was all perfect. If I ever get that opportune moment again, please make sure I don't let it all go all over again.</i></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548340.post-33304152546313627182010-02-09T01:57:00.001-08:002010-02-09T01:57:48.894-08:00What?It's 5:47pm and I'm at the office staring down at the FSLabs blog, (the F-Secure one that updates on security happenings around the world) and Daiki Kasho's playing on the earphones plugged into the laptop but I'm not listening to them, as the office room is filled by random melodramatic malay ballads in the background (thanks to my workmate). I'm not really enjoying any of this (besides the nice freezing air conditioning). It's now about 10 minutes till pack up and go, and I can tell you this: it's been a good 3 months in this job and I'm kinda getting used to it. The routine. The pointlessness. It just seems that my dreams keep getting further away day by day, and that I'm here just sat doing nothing. It really should be a wake up call but I'm not really sure I can get out of the gravity of the situation without the help, or more precisely: some good alco sessions. Well it's time to go home. Will update perhaps tomorrow, when it all loops again.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548340.post-10463490839390515992010-02-09T01:25:00.000-08:002010-02-09T01:26:10.322-08:00SURV1V3<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial; font-size: small; "><h1 style="font-size: 23px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; font-size: small; ">[instrumental - 2 bars]</span></h1>(When the daylight's in my eyes)<br />(It wakes me and I feel alive)<br />(Drift away to free my soul)<br />(Drive away to free my will)<br />(Fade into the air)<br />(Just to stay alive)<br />(...alive...)<br /><br />[instrumental - 3 bars]<br /><br />I can't, I can't survive<br />Struggle to find the way, but faith is on my side<br />There's nothing left, block out!<br />Stuck in my life, why can't I go do my thing<br />Break out!<br />Nothing to gain, you know it feels like ash<br />I can't, I can't describe<br />I feel I've lost control, within the twisted will in my eye<br />Work out!<br />Stuck in this place, why can't I rise up through this maze?<br />Break out!<br />There's no way back, the time is now for me<br /><br />[instrumental - 1 bar]<br /><br />Drift away to free my soul<br />Another day, another way<br />Fade into the air<br />Just to stay alive<br />Find myself again<br />Drive away to free my will<br />Straying like the clouds<br />Just to stay alive<br /><br />[instrumental - 6 bars]<br /><br />(When the daylight's in my eyes)<br />(It wakes me and I feel alive)<br />(Drift away to free my soul)<br />(Drive away to free my will)<br />(Fade into the air)<br />(Just to stay alive)<br /><br />Walk out!<br />Stuck in this place, why can't I rise up through this maze?<br />(Drift away to free my soul)<br />(Drive away to free my will)<br />Walk out!<br />Stuck in this place, why can't I rise up through this maze?<br />(Fade into the air)<br />(Just to stay alive)<br /><br />I can't, I can't survive<br />I try to find the way, but faith will be my guide<br />There's nothing left, block out!<br />Stuck in my life, why can't I rise up through this maze?<br />Break out!<br />There's no way back, you know it feels like ash<br /><br />[instrumental - 1 bar]<br /><br />When the daylight's in my eyes<br />It wakes me and I feel alive<br />Fade into the frozen air<br />Just to stay alive<br />Face myself again<br />Drift away to free my soul,<br />Find the way, 'cause faith looks in<br />On my side, he rode<br /><br />[instrumental - 2 bars]<br /><br />(When the daylight's in my eyes)<br />(It wakes me and I feel alive)<br />(Drift away to free my soul)<br />(Drive away to free my will)<br />(Fade into the air)<br />(Fade into the air)<br />(Drift away to free my soul)<br />(Drive away to free my will)<br />(Fade into the air)<br />(Just to stay alive)</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548340.post-58555691211858178122009-10-09T13:00:00.000-07:002009-10-09T13:45:19.843-07:00Something's Not Quite Right...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiV4lUhDZsbLPusvmSRTta2xezmy0hpwNaT3_rHH5EzEffWAU7UTl9zG8iTBKxzkjo3YAIqXRCyRDkXqsuAu5_QMj1ijZYNKzgJjMVYegvCVtL7RquLam4djfFXUx_zQ6zGA9RDg/s1600-h/436_145x145.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 145px; height: 145px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiV4lUhDZsbLPusvmSRTta2xezmy0hpwNaT3_rHH5EzEffWAU7UTl9zG8iTBKxzkjo3YAIqXRCyRDkXqsuAu5_QMj1ijZYNKzgJjMVYegvCVtL7RquLam4djfFXUx_zQ6zGA9RDg/s320/436_145x145.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390704119428479090" /></a><br />It's a minute to 4am as I'm typing this on my excellently new, nice, but slightly less well equipped keyboard (my Australian one called it quits; what's new?) and I'm completely knackered. I've spent most of my Friday night completing my rendition of a <i>Veyron-Ark</i> painting for my portfolio (whilst completing a half-bottle of Chivas Regal at the same time) listening to <i>MSTRKRFT's Fist of God</i> album (which is brilliant, <i>I must say)</i>. Why am I sat doing work on a Friday night when I should be out lingering with pretty girls at the clubs or scouring the streets for lovely supper? The answer is hardly surprising: It's almost been two months (or has it?) since I've gotten back home, and I'm <i>supposed</i> to get a job. My portfolio has been on hold for a decade or so simply because I have had better things to do. And I do have better things to do. Tons of games need to be finished, weight needs to be lost, and my car needs some customising. That's not even inclusive of the claiming of my <i>superannuation</i> from my previous job back in Melbourne. It's hard to believe that I was there for a few years. It all seems all too distant, and my reality has again shifted considerably. Nothing has really gone to plan, and I'm a bit sceptical that anything will. You see, when a sports-coupe becomes a sedan, and weight-loss becomes weight-gain, the weather isn't exactly enjoyable, and all the girls you see cannot compare (per sq.ft.), it becomes real pointless to find a job. Except for the money thing, obviously. <div><br /></div><div>Which is annoying, because there was supposed to be a 350z in the garage, a lot of (alcoholic) tropical drinks with little paper umbrellas, and sexy girls to do <i>(instead of portfolios)</i> on Friday nights.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548340.post-5573459156938915552009-06-06T09:51:00.000-07:002009-06-06T10:12:00.710-07:00The Kojima Report<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnS5_-umUh-Tlt4BHj6StnO_qRVobfwmoY9n4xwDBlMITbYURL9b49EFvoDZLtISg-EW1tu38qTRSwingqVDoPjB-5yupDQuCVfemS0kwq7phdPgdG9pQ0qZWhv-g9A9FyBpYeBg/s1600-h/kojima.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnS5_-umUh-Tlt4BHj6StnO_qRVobfwmoY9n4xwDBlMITbYURL9b49EFvoDZLtISg-EW1tu38qTRSwingqVDoPjB-5yupDQuCVfemS0kwq7phdPgdG9pQ0qZWhv-g9A9FyBpYeBg/s320/kojima.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344258585519801186" /></a>So what happens is; after waking up at 8am on the 2nd (after sleeping at 5am); I'm treated to the serenity of what was torrential rain and thunder into somthing really calm and nice, soft hues of streaming water and birds chirping, only to be disturbed by the fact that the next in the line of MGS games is going to be a Raiden based one. Not too surprising since he happens to be Kojima's favourite son of sorts. What IS interesting comes the day after: a proper MGS for the PSP?<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim6DmSgWHYYhcJudR-ABMSp-JTmikLD1fnZgw8aYSeIeZjsSeW3wpkH7IWel2d86NQptEotPOzOlBZ6D32lh_xnPFoMGYlDkjAIcWVUurYFNR4TikWN2cS9NFPBwULOf61AwTOSg/s1600-h/kojima2.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim6DmSgWHYYhcJudR-ABMSp-JTmikLD1fnZgw8aYSeIeZjsSeW3wpkH7IWel2d86NQptEotPOzOlBZ6D32lh_xnPFoMGYlDkjAIcWVUurYFNR4TikWN2cS9NFPBwULOf61AwTOSg/s320/kojima2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344258505054005554" /></a>E3 was immensely exciting too: Mario Galaxy 2? A new new Super Mario Bros? GT for the PSP? And get this....Kojima doing a Castlevania? What the hell's going on yeah? It's brilliant. And I can't wait for Ghostbusters at the end of the month, amongst other things.</div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548340.post-50785040905337445852009-05-21T18:37:00.000-07:002009-06-01T12:05:46.681-07:00So Kojima, you like to see yourself on TV huh?So I was there waiting (<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">read</span>:<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">no toilet breaks during the vicinity of the thing going zero</span>) for the stu<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">ped</span> timer thing to go off and give me a sort of exclusive reveal on their next project. So the thing does go to zero. And does nothing. No insane hints or flashes of Naomi (<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">nice pun!</span>). Being a paranoid android, I tabbed the page and reloaded it on another hoping for something new. Being overloaded as hell (<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">the site)</span>, it sure took it's time. So you'd think there'd be some sort of mild anticipation when...<div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpp7fSV9aBKL3sXZjqRQ7X4nMOsYtziR5NFDH1xRVJo8DfKbt8mS-VCEYBHsj_uI0eeVnpbxGHTdOZb4PttjVViAa6OnCZar3fWG6Dk5Qg-Ev4y-yuxvx2r6_ZKM_0MsPk8WAxFA/s1600-h/Kojima.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpp7fSV9aBKL3sXZjqRQ7X4nMOsYtziR5NFDH1xRVJo8DfKbt8mS-VCEYBHsj_uI0eeVnpbxGHTdOZb4PttjVViAa6OnCZar3fWG6Dk5Qg-Ev4y-yuxvx2r6_ZKM_0MsPk8WAxFA/s320/Kojima.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338456490077496114" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>All I get is another timer. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">WTF mate</span>? ANOTHER TIMER? You gotta be kidding me. So it flashes 5, E, e, 3 (in that order). What does that even mean? Reveals at e3? 5Ee 3? WTF?? Mind you I could have gotten it a bit wrong but yeah.<br /></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><br /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY0W_HI8qyoDzQFIZqKf36uAMt2zz-M6ToiPXyjuIc41Y3zfXbffoPELWhJSS3k15YlXyfRRLRZBoQ1VtQ2JlF9CI2i511Qw6HBvG1PD3O6ZCFYl_AVde_XTYKE-DSwcRIBNZN1Q/s320/Kojima2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338456653550982674" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px; " /><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div>So I'll see you in 199 hours Kojima. It better not be another <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">timer</span>.</div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548340.post-59726759610748761852009-04-16T22:08:00.000-07:002009-04-16T23:11:13.604-07:00It's funny when where you want to be isn't a location.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib6JWw06DF1YvYuIaUDCI6tie4sXwYVMXcX3Y9Tsrd12NFaMC0QF9Stc7avzKPs5GB-LJ2VYCL76LAkTeePOzG7snj1eIWxGMDjL0s6C8Jgz-iEJw4Mahg8ocv3QGcaNLGFMVzpw/s1600-h/new-fast-and-furious-poster.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib6JWw06DF1YvYuIaUDCI6tie4sXwYVMXcX3Y9Tsrd12NFaMC0QF9Stc7avzKPs5GB-LJ2VYCL76LAkTeePOzG7snj1eIWxGMDjL0s6C8Jgz-iEJw4Mahg8ocv3QGcaNLGFMVzpw/s320/new-fast-and-furious-poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325523571503621490" border="0" /></a>April 16th came and went, and it was good. Built my day around the movie (and as expected), ran into logistics issues. It was well worth it, but only got to watch it<span style="font-style: italic;"> twice</span>. Now, it's the day after; and the after-effects are yet to set in proper. The soundtrack has been on loop for the past week or so (<span style="font-style: italic;">Blanco!</span>) and yes, as <span style="font-style: italic;">Sal</span> pointed out so blatantly, this is the first time I've watched a <span style="font-style: italic;">F&F</span> movie without any sort of automobile sat in the garage. I thought I would have gone a bit madder than this. But it's a sad realization that I might have accepted the facts, and that's worrying <span style="font-style: italic;">simply because</span>; I <span style="font-style: italic;">never </span>accept the facts.<br />As far as I can see, the movie did have some direct effects: the return to modding culture has been re-sparked, and as long as I keep myself <span style="font-style: italic;">in line</span>, that's a good thing. It was also surprisingly well made (I'm biased on this) and a nice reunion with characters that I have grown to adore 8 or so years ago.<br /><br />Need to head out to work again, so have to leave this as it is. And yes, it's this stark contrast with reality that will drive me mad.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548340.post-89155196243829380242009-03-27T09:04:00.000-07:002009-03-27T09:43:08.106-07:00Square One.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmwwpz04i8yXnUGMd_PJMF1KG3rGkNsX3vvR1pysE6VcUn0al3pIVT3v9dNBj3U1NRL6iAi5gCHzMcPmnWoJRppkLACF1X1K4zIInfKekETaMwvXnNegvXi01PxLMtIMB6Duw2Sw/s1600-h/TI.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 160px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmwwpz04i8yXnUGMd_PJMF1KG3rGkNsX3vvR1pysE6VcUn0al3pIVT3v9dNBj3U1NRL6iAi5gCHzMcPmnWoJRppkLACF1X1K4zIInfKekETaMwvXnNegvXi01PxLMtIMB6Duw2Sw/s320/TI.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317899381390649842" border="0" /></a>Haven't written in for quite a bit and quite a fair bit has happened. First off I've moved away from <span style="font-style: italic;">Milano</span> into someplace in the middle of <span style="font-style: italic;">Richmond</span>, where most of my day takes place anyways (think <span style="font-style: italic;">uni</span> and <span style="font-style: italic;">work</span>). Secondly, my project-cum-workhorse <span style="font-style: italic;">EG4</span> has been totalled (<span style="font-style: italic;">read total-loss</span>) last Tuesday (I won't go into details but it was not my doing for once). So it's all a bit odd. There were some (<span style="font-style: italic;">Sydney</span> for one) good times with the car. It was surprisingly fuel efficient, torquey and did the job without (much) complaining, although the red-pink faded paint job did bring back <span style="font-style: italic;">not so fond</span> memories of the 1.3. Well I suppose the end of the project was inevitable anyway. A considerable amount of time (and resources) was put into sourcing suitable wheels, tyres, exhaust tailpipe, let alone the <span style="font-style: italic;">Spoon</span> front splitter (<span style="font-style: italic;">understand that Melbourne is a total mod part sourcing nightmare</span>). I just kinda feel bad for the EG. It's like it had such potential. A B18C transplant, a pair of Recaros and some footwork complimented with some gun metal paint was all it needed (<span style="font-style: italic;">OK maybe a decent amp, some 6X9s, a sub, sunroof, front and rear lens, a HID system, mudflaps, boot cover, spoon spoiler and some upholstery refurbishing was in order</span>).<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT6I6_7NaMucLfI7jT8pECEEigPRWUcH3dUJvBg-dHaOI3vZ4Q0yO3pOJPMLp6HpjvsohVZN1hdwCdQZMVQP1uag68zPAsLz6uEFKPrkGxiz4utdTKj1XBnDrFAKeNr8z-jBqIYQ/s1600-h/DSC00590.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT6I6_7NaMucLfI7jT8pECEEigPRWUcH3dUJvBg-dHaOI3vZ4Q0yO3pOJPMLp6HpjvsohVZN1hdwCdQZMVQP1uag68zPAsLz6uEFKPrkGxiz4utdTKj1XBnDrFAKeNr8z-jBqIYQ/s320/DSC00590.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317904405076606018" border="0" /></a><br />So yeah, it's all over now (for the better I suppose) but then what I'm left with is the bicycle again (and public transport). Granted that the train station is really close by and the tram stop is directly in front of the house, it means trips to K-mart at 3am or my <span style="font-style: italic;">frankfurter</span> run to the Safeway in Camberwell is pretty much a no-no. I've contemplated cycling around at night, but it's getting pretty cold at the moment. I like cold mind you, but then I like cold so I can huddle up in my blanket, safe and warm. Not so much when you're travelling at 20 or so km/h without a windshield (<span style="font-style: italic;">Don't say superbiking is the same cos you get to wear nice leathers and a full faced Arai or whatever and you'd just look silly riding a bicycle in leathers.</span>) So it's back to PGR4 I suppose.<br /><br />Square one. Again.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548340.post-84606600409442515842009-02-14T21:25:00.000-08:002009-02-14T23:51:55.511-08:00Tiger Wooks 09' for XBOX360, PS3 & Wii.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSTzNEXtP3oq4M4qrv7LhWYccJzPR3KmPhXHkhGlyRU6vysJ02O-wtZweYVNRf7SQTryhpqKMrbB5_zsCZaukUWLkPZKAdT1TYVEK0K2V6naVaeZ5rFm-TMgHSWj-zuzJrKxFmjw/s1600-h/wooks.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 280px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSTzNEXtP3oq4M4qrv7LhWYccJzPR3KmPhXHkhGlyRU6vysJ02O-wtZweYVNRf7SQTryhpqKMrbB5_zsCZaukUWLkPZKAdT1TYVEK0K2V6naVaeZ5rFm-TMgHSWj-zuzJrKxFmjw/s320/wooks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302928725691575922" border="0" /></a><br />Leading sports video games maker EA Sports has announced earlier today that they will be dropping their world #1 franchise <span style="font-style: italic;">Tiger Woods PGA TOUR</span> for a new partnership with Tiger Wooks, golfing world's current <span style="font-style: italic;">ultimate</span> champion, and released a press release stating that Woods was "past his prime" and [that] "gamers needed a change, but will not really notice the difference anyways". Wooks is a newcomer to the golfing arena but made headlines early last year when he entered the PGA Tour without a handicap quoting that "Pros aren't limited to such trivial things". Well known for taking radical risks on the course and then somehow winning them through sheer trajectory (or luck), Wooks is the only player in golfing history to win the PGA Tour twice in a year, entering two player profiles in 2008, and then getting to a tie with himself at the top. "I really wanted two jackets." was Wooks winning quote as he clinched the title last year.<br /><br />EA Sports's decision to drop former #1 Tiger Woods came as a shock to many <span style="font-style: italic;">PGA TOUR</span> fans as they were worried that the increased skill of Wooks would mean that uncomprehensible skill would be required to play the game. To calm diehard fans of the game, Wooks released a press statement stating that the game mechanics would remain exactly the same down to the box art itself (bar the change of <span style="font-style: italic;">Woods</span> to <span style="font-style: italic;">Wooks</span>). Wooks was also quoted saying that "fans of the old Woods game will feel right at home with Wooks simply because it is the same game." and [that] "we didn't want to change the game at all not because it is perfect, but because it's a waste of time and money". When asked if there were any differences at all, Wooks cunningly smiled and said "It's got my name on it."<br /><br />Wooks also sparked controversy early this year after blowing the time-old adage that golfing requires skill -- "Golfing is not about skill, it is about trajectory. I acknowledge skill, and am therefore thankful not to possess any." Wooks plans to win 3 PGA Tours this year to "set the record straight" by using his 2010 game in 2009. When asked how he will perform such a task, he said "people [other golfers] always bring forth their game to evolve. I bring my game from the future so it's already evolved."<br /><br />-GolferworldUnknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548340.post-79422322243320622902009-02-09T08:54:00.000-08:002009-02-09T09:26:51.639-08:00Making sense of fate, and perhaps love itself.It's 3.55 in the morning, and I'm back on the bourbon. I've just watched <span style="font-style: italic;">Ghost Town</span> (right after Kevin Smith's aptly titled <span style="font-style: italic;">Zack and Miri make a porno.</span>) and after a bit of emotional soul searching (something I tend to do after watching movies; especially rom-coms), I've just realised that fate is the direct consequence of a cumulative will of others. And because of that there is no way to actually fully control anything. When people tell you to do your best, they're basically asking you to have the will to try and control your fate. Which is subject to the cumulative will of others, or "the environment" around us, so to speak. So what you ask? Where am I going with this? The point of this rant really is to prove two things. First, controlling your life is absurd, but that doesn't mean that you shouldn't try. There are things that we want to control, the illusion of power, acceptance and perceived happiness envelopes us. However there is one thing that money and power can never buy. And The Beatles were right, it really is love (well they were on the right track anyway). Money can get you percieved love yes. Physical love definitely. But not true love. None of the heart wrenching feelings you get when you see that perfect smile. Or that warm glow. But the point really isn't about love. It's about the will of others , mislead with the example of love. You can influence people to change their minds. But you can never really control their will. And that's the one true gift that each of us have. That's the one equal thing that each and every inhabitant of this planet has. The amount of will however, is sadly not equal. The second point I was trying to get at was that will itself is the only important thing we need to build. Because, with will, we can achieve the skills we don't have, get the things we want, and get the things we need. But things will remain <span style="font-style: italic;">things. </span>And <span style="font-style: italic;">remember</span>, you can never buy true love. That comes from a culmulative will of two (or in some instances, more) people. And that, my friend is exactly is why some people will always tell you that love is <span style="font-style: italic;">fated</span>.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548340.post-49908985492727901082008-11-23T06:20:00.000-08:002008-12-12T08:47:54.291-08:00It's November? Is it?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVOsDpAT4_9LFBK5bRp2epb0cu4Qse-emSfgH0jA2-goAiDEtBvlMb5mOS55EodF7qtveMAHZuyjACN7SakkzTumhH2YyyaPcTWEAOijvc0IJoJjF0KO5Ar59hRGNCDcL_b7b6bA/s1600-h/article-1030502-01CBB24400000578-373_468x301_popup.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 173px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVOsDpAT4_9LFBK5bRp2epb0cu4Qse-emSfgH0jA2-goAiDEtBvlMb5mOS55EodF7qtveMAHZuyjACN7SakkzTumhH2YyyaPcTWEAOijvc0IJoJjF0KO5Ar59hRGNCDcL_b7b6bA/s320/article-1030502-01CBB24400000578-373_468x301_popup.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271859196405885058" border="0" /></a>It's been way too long since I last put a rant in, and all I can muster up is probably one that wouldn't do the hiatus any sort of justice. So what's new? As you can probably tell, I've just went and watched <span style="font-style: italic;">Quantum of Solace</span>...<span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">twice</span>. Gemma Arterton really is someone to look out for, I mean Kurylenko really is <span style="font-style: italic;">exotic</span>, but Gemma simply <span style="font-style: italic;">lingers</span> in the mind really. I'm really a little appalled that most of the people I have met did not enjoy the movie, yet alone think it was great. It was well choreographed, the DBS scene was lovely, and I think it was quite well balanced for a movie as such. Did anyone even remember the horrible horrible <span style="font-style: italic;">Die Another Day</span>? Either ways, my end of the year break has just begun, well, as soon as I hand up my practically finished design doco anyways. It feels like a holiday already anyway. I've got work tomorrow afternoon so can't really do much now at all. This holidays was meant to be action packed, but the momentum it has built over the past few weeks have slowed down into a slow, lazy crawl. I'm not sure myself what's been going on this semester really. It's been a full thirteen (or fourteen) weeks constantly juggling insanity with work and assignments, kept in check by the consumption of way too much alcohol at home (which I'm on at the moment) , lack of any actual relationships (although that doesn't mean I didn't have any time to get a bit..<span style="font-style: italic;">naughty</span>.) Getting bored...will continue this rant in a bit.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548340.post-41811002679646267592008-09-03T10:42:00.000-07:002008-09-03T11:08:47.872-07:00Australesque Days<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXLW_Iovr7kpZSJ6QbTNDkgymblTCPj8CvIheP_YaGOsMsyRhjwhFIehTrF6vA5FkhMqNzm18DWG6vWM3jq5JfOc8GyU0kE3sFS__HtP8KrDfVI3cr_2dpmikrW4FEeIfkyS8d1A/s1600-h/pht_photo_02.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXLW_Iovr7kpZSJ6QbTNDkgymblTCPj8CvIheP_YaGOsMsyRhjwhFIehTrF6vA5FkhMqNzm18DWG6vWM3jq5JfOc8GyU0kE3sFS__HtP8KrDfVI3cr_2dpmikrW4FEeIfkyS8d1A/s320/pht_photo_02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241851994239681474" border="0" /></a>I got myself a bike. No. Not the one in the picture. It's a bicycle. Wanted to upload a picture of it, but this looks...so much prettier. But this <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">is</span> the bike I keep stopping to stare endlessly at when riding along Elizabeth on my way back from work. That's right. I got work. I'm not sure how long they'll let me keep doing what I've been doing. But I do hope they pay me real soon. Because I've spent most of my money on the bicycle. And a <span style="font-style: italic;">wii</span>. The bicycle's pretty specced up, <span style="font-style: italic;">21 gears</span>, <span style="font-style: italic;">speed meter</span> and all the bells and erm..<span style="font-style: italic;">lights</span>. I was planning to hook up the <span style="font-style: italic;">N95</span> to it but have yet to do so. <span style="font-style: italic;">GPS</span> and <span style="font-style: italic;">Rihanna live</span> on the go sounds pretty nice. On a <span style="font-style: italic;">bicycle</span>. Well it's all in the works (and by that I mean someday soon <span style="font-style: italic;">probably</span>). Anyways, the <span style="font-style: italic;">wii </span>was a sudden thing as well. I was playing on my housemate's <span style="font-style: italic;">wii</span> and almost finished <span style="font-style: italic;">Sonic 2</span> on it when I realised that this will be as close to a <span style="font-style: italic;">NES</span> that I'll ever get. And that's something I've wanted <span style="font-style: italic;">since 1985</span>. And so I went ahead on that front. Classes have been good and bad. I've been going but assignments are accumulating as usual. Life's been kinda surreal these past weeks. I don't think it's good or bad. Just different. I have a lot less <span style="font-style: italic;">PGR4 </span>time, but it's not really such a bad thing. It's nice to have that to come home to but it's been less of a relaxation compared to some <span style="font-style: italic;">bourbon</span> and <span style="font-style: italic;">sleep</span>. Am also toying with the idea of rearranging the room. Taking the <span style="font-style: italic;">minimalist</span> approach this time around. Something calm yet stylish. At the moment it's all the very messy. But a functional mess. It's like layers of stuff that's connected somehow. I've always wanted to give the minimalist approach a shot, but it always seems distant considering my <span style="font-style: italic;">inner OCD</span> wants everything to be <span style="font-style: italic;">on demand.</span> What makes this attempt any different? I figure with this much change happening around me, maybe I should just ride it out. Make a <span style="font-style: italic;">real</span> change. And see where that takes me. Maybe it'll take me to that bike shop on Elizabeth selling that beautiful<span style="font-style: italic;"> yellow CBR1000RR</span>. And that ain't <span style="font-style: italic;">half bad</span>.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548340.post-23284906304943627182008-08-09T09:16:00.000-07:002008-08-11T22:14:50.888-07:00Times like these..<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyzrcc1qNWSeFXHrSWR39STc1eWzh0xbS60aggDUkK_S50w-_RCmrjsFilXtDJ1oScFT6T-Xk4qefXXv6OhbJ8uqryQwdGx5Uyz2BjlCn69Eohtpmz7akQ6_sUr5CXwk6HRDSLJw/s1600-h/51954949.img.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyzrcc1qNWSeFXHrSWR39STc1eWzh0xbS60aggDUkK_S50w-_RCmrjsFilXtDJ1oScFT6T-Xk4qefXXv6OhbJ8uqryQwdGx5Uyz2BjlCn69Eohtpmz7akQ6_sUr5CXwk6HRDSLJw/s320/51954949.img.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232558428676159730" border="0" /></a>I'm <span style="font-style: italic;">bothered</span>. I'm not sure by what. Oh, that's right. I'm annoyed that class starts in <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">2 days</span>. I'm annoyed that I <span style="font-style: italic;">haven't done anything</span> to mark the end of the holidays. I'm annoyed that the <span style="font-style: italic;">Tattslotto</span> numbers I got on <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">8/8/08</span> didn't turn out the way it should've. I'm annoyed that it's <span style="font-style: italic;">raining</span> and the weather outside is just <span style="font-style: italic;">too cold</span> to do any form of venturing or any sort of <span style="font-style: italic;">partying</span>. I'm annoyed at my $100 mobile bill. I'm annoyed by the fact that I'm not sure <span style="font-style: italic;">why</span> I got <span style="font-style: italic;">The Corrs DVD</span>. I'm annoyed that the only thing that was worth watching on TV was <span style="font-style: italic;">Star Wars Episode II</span> (<span style="font-weight: bold;">NOT</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">the Olympics</span>). I'm annoyed that there hasn't been some <span style="font-style: italic;">miracle</span> that has somehow made me an owner of a brand new <span style="font-style: italic;">Skyline</span>. I'm annoyed that I was too full up from dinner to have <span style="font-style: italic;">Pacific duck rice</span> or the <span style="font-style: italic;">Shanghai dumplings</span> after. I'm annoyed that I'm starting to sound like I'm <span style="font-style: italic;">bitching</span> over <span style="font-style: italic;">trivial </span>things. <span style="font-style: italic;">Silver lining?</span> I saw a massive <span style="font-style: italic;">rainbow</span> today. I met a <span style="font-style: italic;">really really cute</span> waitress at a nice Japanese restaurant today (the food was nice as well but pales by comparison to her). I've managed to play a few songs on <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">hard</span> mode in<span style="font-style: italic;"> Guitar Hero</span>. I managed to not splash on a <span style="font-style: italic;">PS3</span> today (although who knows what spending spree tomorrow holds?). I got <span style="font-style: italic;">the definitive Foreigner</span> remastered CD and liked it. I have fallen in love with <span style="font-style: italic;">chocolates</span> again and have surprisingly no worries on how many <span style="font-style: italic;">calories</span> they might hold. And I got my lovely <span style="font-style: italic;">chicken chips</span>. I managed to contact some old acquaintances too.<br /><br />Negativity <span style="font-style: italic;">wins</span>. I'm <span style="font-style: italic;">bothered</span>. Good thing for me (and you lucky readers!) I have the picture on this post to stare <span style="font-style: italic;">endlessly</span> at. <span style="font-style: italic;">Whoever she is.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548340.post-52266066949015140592008-08-06T09:24:00.000-07:002008-08-06T10:45:21.387-07:00At Holiday's End<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU-LIWcmUSV6yvfos-fUsvQpIs3VAJ9xKxAumVyiUF6kREgOjKmPa2t9BgppwtMCup8T4mJqd15CqkdUDTJ_N7soq46GnI0zyW7FtNDOEozAU87QAuurHCKIVhs56F9m-eNISm9g/s1600-h/is-f2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU-LIWcmUSV6yvfos-fUsvQpIs3VAJ9xKxAumVyiUF6kREgOjKmPa2t9BgppwtMCup8T4mJqd15CqkdUDTJ_N7soq46GnI0zyW7FtNDOEozAU87QAuurHCKIVhs56F9m-eNISm9g/s320/is-f2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231460908073605282" border="0" /></a><br />I hate the feeling that I get when a new semester is looming beyond the weekend. Given that most of my semesters are kinda like my holidays but with <span style="font-style: italic;">commitments</span> and trips to <span style="font-style: italic;">Glenferrie</span> dotted about my calendar, it's<span style="font-style: italic;"> still</span> annoying really. It's like having this whole commitment shadow over you. It takes the fun out of<span style="font-style: italic;"> everything</span>. Which is why I've literally gone <span style="font-style: italic;">mad</span> about <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">going mad</span> for the past week or so. It's like a <span style="font-style: italic;">release</span> to kick off the semester. It started with the notion of <span style="font-style: italic;">what if? </span>and continued to <span style="font-style: italic;">what if I got a macbook? what if instead I got a VAIO? (I've been wanting the lightweight TX series for ages) what if I got myself a bike? what about a car? what if I just bought a ticket to Tokyo? or Hong Kong? </span>It was all <span style="font-style: italic;">physically</span> possible. This idea to go <span style="font-style: italic;">mad</span>. None of it was really viable though. First off I already <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">have</span> a laptop, and all those that I wanted had a similar specification. Secondly, a learner permit only allows me to ride a <span style="font-style: italic;">250cc bike</span>, which ruins all superbike aspirations. I could get a car, but would have nowhere to park it. Or pay for the maintainence for a <span style="font-style: italic;">1980s BMW 5 Series</span>. And the globe-trotting trips just cost more than a bike and laptop <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">combined</span>. So I've just bought myself some <span style="font-style: italic;">Nelson County</span> and <span style="font-style: italic;">Wicked Wings</span><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>(that's bourbon and fried chicken to all you non-Aussie folks) and some <span style="font-style: italic;">chicken chilopolatas</span> (chicken sausages), and did a few hours of <span style="font-style: italic;">PGR4</span>. It's one of those times where I'm glad I bought that <span style="font-style: italic;">360</span> steering wheel. It really helps me <span style="font-style: italic;">cruise (I'm referring to my state of mind)</span>. But it's annoying that after awhile you realize that you're cruising in <span style="font-style: italic;">circles</span>. Might need <span style="font-style: italic;">Import Tuner Challenge</span>. Perhaps that's something to do tomorrow. Along with <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">FFIV</span>. But that's just...<span style="font-style: italic;">pointless. </span>Hmm...well I had no problem with Melbourne until <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">now. </span>Not like I have a real problem with the city. Well <span style="font-style: italic;">I</span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> do</span> actually. It's too <span style="font-style: italic;">damn small</span>. Maybe I'm just limited by my insistence that <span style="font-weight: bold;">I DO NOT LIKE PUBLIC TRANSPORT</span>. All the very..<span style="font-style: italic;">pedestrian</span>. It's good for <span style="font-style: italic;">exercise</span> or what not; but it'll never beat driving the GTi down <span style="font-style: italic;">any given highway</span>. And now that it's <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">sold</span>, I'll be coming home to...ugh. I don't even want to think about it. It's at least a year before I see a replacement, and I hope <span style="font-style: italic;">PGR4</span> and <span style="font-style: italic;">GRID</span> really does it's job. But there's a bright side to the sitch you say? How's buying a bicycle? I'm seriously thinking about it; but apparently it doesn't do any favours for my <span style="font-style: italic;">manhood</span>. It's on the <span style="font-style: italic;">internet</span>, so it's gotta be true. Alters and kills your kids apparenly (and get this..even before you get that <span style="font-style: italic;">tofu-breasted</span> supermodel you see on <span style="font-style: italic;">Project Runway</span>). I feel as though the city doesn't want me to get transport of any kind, kinda like a sick joke that happens to be real. <span style="font-style: italic;">Very real. </span>What's worse? <span style="font-style: italic;">M3s</span> and <span style="font-style: italic;">Skylines</span> and <span style="font-style: italic;">S15s</span> are aplenty. All driven by <span style="font-style: italic;">korean hippies</span> that wouldn't know the difference between <span style="font-style: italic;">traction control</span> and <span style="font-style: italic;">ABS</span>. Well <span style="font-weight: bold;">OK</span> so that might be an exaggeration. But it's really starting to make me wonder. Is the want of an <span style="font-style: italic;">RB26DETT</span> that big of a dream? Is the <span style="font-style: italic;">355 GTS</span> really more capable that the <span style="font-style: italic;">FQ-400</span> as it implies in <span style="font-style: italic;">PGR4</span>? I think the correct answer to that is <span style="font-style: italic;">whatever. </span>Tomorrow comes whether you're content or not.<br /><br />Might as well put <span style="font-style: italic;">whatever</span> to good use.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548340.post-86760906338274849792008-07-19T02:10:00.000-07:002008-07-30T02:48:33.798-07:00July<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJBv3oQDQU86rncMEqazqzwFg3qZWjnVzcp_0noMxd8pkIF2vpPgPHstDBbpSTZH0tjUZur7DHPaVmD4_PYt97G22xObXApCn7aeCPwlcLNIGEMlQ1qERdp89C5QvFdCWXVBJjYQ/s1600-h/14072008011.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJBv3oQDQU86rncMEqazqzwFg3qZWjnVzcp_0noMxd8pkIF2vpPgPHstDBbpSTZH0tjUZur7DHPaVmD4_PYt97G22xObXApCn7aeCPwlcLNIGEMlQ1qERdp89C5QvFdCWXVBJjYQ/s320/14072008011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224661086645446018" border="0" /></a>It's been ultimately a very long time since my last post. I'm well aware of that, and what better time to update the blog now when all traffic has probably come to a halt? It'll make a good update anyways. Tons have happened since the last post that I'm not sure where to even begin. Let's see, there was the semester (which wasn't the smoothest of semesters I might add, but it's all good at the moment), and Uni probably starts in about a month. That leaves me with much less time to finish what I started out to do. Given, so far this holiday has seen <span style="font-style: italic;">MGS4, GTA4</span> and <span style="font-style: italic;">Halo 3</span> finished so far, but it's a far cry from what is my everyday life. That was all done in a span of about a week. What about the other month or so? I can't really remember much about it except that I've been spending the past week or so getting best times for <span style="font-style: italic;">PGR4's</span> Quebec <span style="font-style: italic;">grand city tour</span> route. It's really a very brilliant course. Made real by the 360 steering. I can't say I've felt a more realistic driving simulation solution atm. It's really brill until Sal decides to get the G25 for GT5 (although he's probably going to use it to run Daytona USA on emus) , which is basically a date TBA. Oh, and been guitar heroing around the house every so often, esp with the new <span style="font-style: italic;">Top Gun Anthem</span> available free. Besides that I've been really just been watching the Long Way Down (which is absolutely brilliant) and dreaming of buying superbikes for a week or so. It's terribly annoying that there's no job replies yet. But like Rachel once said (in SE01 EP01 more accurately) <span style="font-style: italic;">"I'm qualified for nothing!"</span> and then goes on to be so cheerily happy because she got her new <span style="font-style: italic;">boots boots </span>with her dad's credit card. Or something like that. I would like to say I'm in a similar dilemma, except I didn't run away from a wedding, or have a credit card for that matter. I suppose my dad probably had an epiphany that I'm more than capable to buy a bike had I been given said card. <span style="font-weight: bold;">Wise.</span> But that doesn't change the fact that I don't have personal transport to Sydney for my year end extravaganza. Well, it's still a few months away and I need to get a license as well. <span style="font-style: italic;">All this ranting seems too...amateurish!</span> Annnyways..it's about 13 degrees outside and it's kinda lovely weather especially with <span style="font-style: italic;">Daft Punk's Technologic</span> playing in the background. It's been one really different year. It's not that much better, but then I can't say it's that much worse as well. It's just been horribly weird. Changes are good they say. Really? I've thought about it. People adapt to changes in two ways. One, they (sooner or later) accept their fate, and give in to change. The second, adapt to the change but do not accept their fate, trying to make the change controllable, or more to their own tune. This is both good and bad as it is directly related to the intensity of action versus the probability of change. Increased intensity increases probability but does not guarantee a good change or change at all. So the bad would be failure to change what is, and increased intensity only allows for a higher probability of failure as well as increased height to which we fall from. So which is better? There is no direct answer simply because it's down to contentment. If change makes you content, then intensity remains the same (or in most cases) a negative figure. Therefore you stay where you are when you are content. So really, change isn't always good, it either makes you long to preserve the present, envious of the past, or trying to change the future. It's all work anyways. And all this even after I had those seven days in sunny June.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548340.post-58439419463931134482008-03-29T12:14:00.000-07:002008-07-30T02:47:54.875-07:00Seven Days In Sunny JuneIt's 6:23 in the morning, and I'm still awake having just watched what seemed like a few hours worth of some <span style="font-style: italic;">Friends</span> documentary on <span style="font-style: italic;">E!</span>. Okay, so I was supposed to complete my 1,000 word essay on some <span style="font-style: italic;">Unreal Tournament</span> level; and I've barely started, bar testing out the capabilities of my newly setup workstation (I just <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">had</span> to brag about it). Today's been rather uneventful bar the morning readings on <span style="font-style: italic;">bsp</span>, a trip to the city, and dinner at <span style="font-style: italic;">Coretto's. </span>I've also tried to straighten my already straight-ish hair (with mixed results, and an odd smell). Oh, and <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Earth Hour</span> too. We turned off all the lights and watched <span style="font-style: italic;">Black Adder</span> reruns for an hour. I'm not really one for the environment, but hey doesn't hurt to participate yeah? Pics later perhaps. Since my trip back; (and my extended hiatus from this blog) I haven't been doing much except being focused on way too many video games. Granted that I'm supposed to be considering it's relevant to my course, I think it's taken much of my normal time. Aside from the alcohol that seems to just <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">appear</span> every now and then; life has pretty much been <span style="font-style: italic;">Guitar Hero</span> and <span style="font-style: italic;">Xbox live</span>. Well this really isn't much of a rant as it is a worry. I just hope this semester works out (again) and that everything too does work out; and I can finish those games and shows I've started. Gym too perhaps. Ooh and finished <span style="font-style: italic;">FFXII</span> finally, along with <span style="font-style: italic;">DMC4</span> and some obscure <span style="font-style: italic;">H-games</span> that well, just <span style="font-style: italic;">had</span> to be finished. More goals to complete, including juggling this sem's subjects with sleep, games and work. I suspect, only when it's all done, can I have those seven blissful days in sunny June.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548340.post-59552576207064147202007-11-03T21:54:00.000-07:002007-11-04T07:35:21.830-08:00The Update Of Champions<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXL8jrcs_kPE-oi9dwiGuka3WEPFYLk-w6np9H0hXPORM3BPbPNbsKfVICHwcA7fKJ1XbBgj49IT4MEbIgzcHePG45Y0k6F_DSJ-aJdlWETMWSMK9glgHFibsDu7EmFEEVM4ZIeQ/s1600-h/07102007111.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXL8jrcs_kPE-oi9dwiGuka3WEPFYLk-w6np9H0hXPORM3BPbPNbsKfVICHwcA7fKJ1XbBgj49IT4MEbIgzcHePG45Y0k6F_DSJ-aJdlWETMWSMK9glgHFibsDu7EmFEEVM4ZIeQ/s320/07102007111.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128849071619615186" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAHwJchvrAW3dWg9s8l6s3iAp-GHDnq4asGPb3bzXHZodPwkczRAy4zVAd6edmlivglKIi_vncM3KWSE48ymvs5UTFsZm9ttoemBreksK-jTqmtgYIeRomwuAcCx2TXna3qKYA5w/s1600-h/tash.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAHwJchvrAW3dWg9s8l6s3iAp-GHDnq4asGPb3bzXHZodPwkczRAy4zVAd6edmlivglKIi_vncM3KWSE48ymvs5UTFsZm9ttoemBreksK-jTqmtgYIeRomwuAcCx2TXna3qKYA5w/s320/tash.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128844476004608450" border="0" /></a>It's 3:58pm and I'm waiting for the oven to preheat so that I can make breakfast. It's sausages and (hopefully) scrambled eggs and toast today. Been a hectic week this last one. 24 15 page summaries, a 3D model and a 2k word essay PLUS presentation and finishing Mario Kart DS. Okay, so <span style="font-style: italic;">Mario Kart</span> wasn't on the list..but it was brilliant. It's been raining these past two days and it's raining like mental now. Now when I say <span style="font-style: italic;">mental</span> I mean not the <span style="font-style: italic;">mental</span> rain we get back home...that's just <span style="font-style: italic;">preposterous. </span>Well...there isn't much on this lazy Sunday to speak of (yet); I've just woken up about 2 hours ago to exchange some stuff at the shops, and I have been listening to Razor Ramon HG's <span style="font-style: italic;">Young Man</span> on loop for a good part of the time I've been awake. It <span style="font-style: italic;">is</span> really<span style="font-style: italic;"> saysaysay. </span>So then, it's been awhile since a serious update (<span style="font-style: italic;">wired posts at 5am don't count</span>) and there's been tons that have happened. Well there was the <span style="font-style: italic;">Jacky</span> concert which was just so brilliant. It went on for like 3 hours and was simply <span style="font-style: italic;">amazing</span>. In between that time and now it's been blurry really... just a mix of free time and messing about watching Ewan's <span style="font-style: italic;">Long Way Round</span> and drinking and a bit of <span style="font-style: italic;">Crown</span> in between. Oh and I found out that when you do drink too much coffee(<span style="font-style: italic;">and you can</span>), there is such a thing as a <span style="font-style: italic;">coffee hangover</span>. Coffee veterans probably know this, but it is not funny at all. It's like an alcohol hangover except you're not drunk, and it's clear as hell; added with the fact that I think I overworked myself (I never thought that was possible; but constant-summarizing can do that to a man), it was terrible. Really. Well...what have I been up to presently then? Started <span style="font-style: italic;">Gurren Lagann</span> finally; and have been trying to get myself to finally finish FF12, and the list of games I made to keep me going before the assignments were done. So what next? There's tons of media to catch up on; been planning to do this all month (since the beginning of the semester actually), but then haven't been able to even get a <span style="font-style: italic;">decent</span> night's sleep. I have also found the recipe to the <span style="font-style: italic;">world's greatest neslo</span>. It could be because it's not really <span style="font-style: italic;">nescafe</span> I'm using. And the milo here apparently tastes funny. But it works! Ooh and yes the <span style="font-style: italic;">world's most beautiful steak</span> as well. I suppose if you keep making the same thing, it'll evolve to something amazing. Staring at the <span style="font-style: italic;">xbox</span> now, thinking of T3, Outrun 2 and SVC Chaos; the few games I DO have for that system; thinking how I really should get a PS3 instead. Been spending some time with GT HD and way too much time with Resistance: Fall of Man; which kinda sucked initially, but turned out to be a rather good and interesting foray. Just played <span style="font-style: italic;">Heavenly Sword</span> yesterday, and it was brilliant. <span style="font-style: italic;">Seriously. </span>Sal's been going on and on about it for months, and in true masterful fashion, I just ignored his hype; until now. It's interesting this. Anyways, there are the three big releases (FFXIII, MGS4 and GT5) next year so best get one of them machines by then. Or at least, figure out <span style="font-style: italic;">something</span> by then. Either ways..I can't think of anything more to write about. Till the next time.<br /><br />Oh, and that's <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Tash</span> from <span style="font-style: italic;">Atomic Kitten</span> if you're wondering. The wonders of print screen.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548340.post-65571467394452064342007-10-23T12:19:00.000-07:002007-10-23T12:32:58.403-07:00It's 5am I'm Wired5am 2 cups of coffee later and listening to <span style="font-style: italic;">LL Cool J</span>. He's cool he is. I mean no one else in <span style="font-style: italic;">Deep Blue Sea</span> could beat his performance there. The chef. What a good show. Anyways, as you can probably tell from my <span style="font-style: italic;">nonsensical</span> rant (or from the rather obvious title above) that I'm a little wired. It's bright here at 5am. It's annoying. All I've done tonight was watch <span style="font-style: italic;">human beatboxing</span> , Jin's rap contests as well as the <span style="font-style: italic;">everbeautifulandlovelytastysupertalented</span> Marie Digby. Marie-<span style="font-style: italic;">ay</span> fellas. Marie-<span style="font-style: italic;">ay</span>. Don't say it the wrong way. It's like when people pronounce stradale as stra-dale not stra-da-<span style="font-style: italic;">lay</span>. Bloody annoying. Oh, and Gallardo is <span style="font-style: italic;">Gay</span>-ar-do. Damn <span style="font-style: italic;">Akon</span> don't know how his <span style="font-style: italic;">shit. </span>Well anyways, it's been awhile since I've posted any real posts on this blog, and no it won't happen tonight. I'm wired remember? I'm not planning to do some endurance rant that will make me go on till 6am. I've got a class at 12; which means I need to get up by 11 to make it there on time; which also means I need to get up by 9 cos I've got a little design thing due. Damn <span style="font-style: italic;">deadlines</span>. Keeps my life in check I suppose. Not too pleased with my progress this semester. It's been way too chill for this. Rubbish.<br /><br />Better go. Sleepy time.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548340.post-84574793789376808732007-10-18T20:25:00.001-07:002007-10-18T20:26:54.610-07:00Evolution.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOTSj67wLP2qFeMdOAAud6eGLIUtpNvTxY3IcDb3tVn-W3laQ_6LkFsTrp3BIPEzghI93Or2UfmEvR2ikmt3Y3s63EFNFKa0pPQPcds2z2PiAMhWjbeHT5DM_bQQtIJZ_ytFYoAg/s1600-h/evofrt2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOTSj67wLP2qFeMdOAAud6eGLIUtpNvTxY3IcDb3tVn-W3laQ_6LkFsTrp3BIPEzghI93Or2UfmEvR2ikmt3Y3s63EFNFKa0pPQPcds2z2PiAMhWjbeHT5DM_bQQtIJZ_ytFYoAg/s320/evofrt2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122884074969854786" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAsdQ1iL7F2UXXGHz8QSV8qEgHV8oHbBtG3tNKaXAbTCW1UXamGo3dmOcufQkyA-0Jn-5PWzXII39bdLQJqcmqf7cKqN1nGSSUXNicCTW1WP_Urt4cSh6yjG2TshI6fDfC7RUsKA/s1600-h/evofrt.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAsdQ1iL7F2UXXGHz8QSV8qEgHV8oHbBtG3tNKaXAbTCW1UXamGo3dmOcufQkyA-0Jn-5PWzXII39bdLQJqcmqf7cKqN1nGSSUXNicCTW1WP_Urt4cSh6yjG2TshI6fDfC7RUsKA/s320/evofrt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122884001955410738" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjnuwgymgwlXaEWO3iNWjq9nBr9W5FtyV5p1QXORuEe8GKjVq8O2wUC4gQQaDEQ6YYy-TkvBqKUQEgsKGZiUGwKYIuqunXgMqGHBtFcMdnKzjj-QzYtHMDq2D6XQ3U-29W657ufg/s1600-h/evotest.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjnuwgymgwlXaEWO3iNWjq9nBr9W5FtyV5p1QXORuEe8GKjVq8O2wUC4gQQaDEQ6YYy-TkvBqKUQEgsKGZiUGwKYIuqunXgMqGHBtFcMdnKzjj-QzYtHMDq2D6XQ3U-29W657ufg/s320/evotest.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122883916056064802" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548340.post-77624570085838328562007-09-27T07:18:00.000-07:002007-09-27T10:49:03.213-07:00Thursday in SeptemberIt's 12:25am in the morning, so it's technically Friday. But I'm typing about Thursday. Thursday was a slow, lazy day. It was fun at the start. I slept at <span style="font-style: italic;">six</span> looking for media on that pretty <span style="font-style: italic;">pretty </span>Marié Digby. It's rather amusing how one youtube video can change your life (hers, not mine). Either ways, that's how it began. I went to sleep at six wildly tired, and woke up at 1pm-ish. Should have been sufficient, but I had like 5 hours from the night before, and that made things.....difficult. Anyway, I woke up at 1pm eyes feeling weird, brain feeling weird; just feeling weird overall; an urban headache that really isn't a headache. It made my day just lying down on the couch trying to dream. Trying to reach out. Trying to make my day work. But no. It didn't happen. Until now. I feel like the day's gone, but to badly quote Metallica, the memory remains.<br /><br />Either ways, I'm off to watch Stranger Than Fiction, and hoping to enjoy the couch after that. Maybe tomorrow will <span>be</span><span style="font-style: italic;"> lovelier</span>.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548340.post-19634870373132559542007-09-10T12:17:00.001-07:002007-09-10T12:30:10.819-07:00Chase The Dream.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7mp7CV3DKoj6SgYfOCG-0PBpcWOM5v5Pu_2sMiQgMXm3JGcF5ogXzx5vwyUdoFj8iQvKtljRvWYRSttzQa-FxHrgoPkda8YToMvQQ9Y-nLu3Q3VQIniuNdBMBU65QRayV__J3FQ/s1600-h/entourage_hangtag.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7mp7CV3DKoj6SgYfOCG-0PBpcWOM5v5Pu_2sMiQgMXm3JGcF5ogXzx5vwyUdoFj8iQvKtljRvWYRSttzQa-FxHrgoPkda8YToMvQQ9Y-nLu3Q3VQIniuNdBMBU65QRayV__J3FQ/s320/entourage_hangtag.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108656852578254642" border="0" /></a>Well it's another season of Entourage, and it's been good. Seriously, where is that lifestyle? Is it in hiding? Does it even exist? That really gets to me. Whether it really exists. Because if it does , then I can rest easy.<br />I mean logic would tell me, that if someone can dream it, and produce a visual representation of it, then someone somewhere is living it. Most of us dare not dream or see what we really want to dream simply because a stark comparison to what reality serves up to us, and that just basically scares us. Dismissing 'the life' as a goal, but not a realistic one.<br /><br />I ask why. I ask how. I will not be scared to dream it, and compare it with reality. I will not be disappointed to find that it does not exist. Because I have seen glimpses of it; but never the full picture. Sometimes I wonder why society binds the majority to difficult situations that breeds counter-acts to this sort of behaviour. Because in the end, it is unmistakable that the reality of it all is the dream. And that dream really is nothing more than a collective state of mind. Materialism exists, no doubt; but the road to the dream lies in the mind, nothing more; definitely nothing less.<br /><br />People are always dreaming because they can't find their invisible bridges to make them a reality.<br /><br />I say let's start building them <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">now. </span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0