Clarity

Zedd's Clarity is playing on loop in the background and I'm just feeling a bit nostalgic.Or emotional. Maybe it's a mix of both. The lyrics mean so much. Unlike previous posts where I just type out whatever's on my mind, I've gone and read my previous posts before typing up this one, and concerns have indeed changed. Last year it was about the Hallyu Wave, and the post before that was the pains of living with a bright orange 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 Satria GTi (I think if there was ever a soul mate in the form of a car, this would be it.) and an E39 5 series. 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 What Car? questioning down for about a year or so, my past year has been focused on something else.

Something more. 

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 her,yes.), and I thought this was my answer to the mundane life (hey, I got to meet LMF and watch The Prodigy), 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 social experiment 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 hooked. I didn't want to give it up. I didn't want to not see her again. I didn't want to let go.

But I have.

It took me a good two months or so to return to normality. And now that I'm back, 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 will sure as hell try. 

The One With The Hallyu Wave.

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 AM" 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 Hallyu Wave, and it's taken me on a journey that has been... interesting. When I first saw Gee 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 (and live) 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 hope, dreams and warmth. I'll not go into the specifics but; in two short years, I went from not being able to tell Jessica and Taeyeon apart to having gone to watch them live both in Singapore, and in KL. I'm looking forward to SM Town in Singapore at the end of the year, but that's down to getting the impossible tickets again. It's interesting how massive the Wave 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 Jessica Jung (I think they still do on that one). 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.

I don't think it can afford to.

The One With The Car Discussion

It's 5:12am. The Charlatans are playing You're So Pretty in the background, and I've just watched Jamiroquai's two new videos from their upcoming album and it's looking real good. I've plagued myself with the "what car?" question this past week (Jay Kay 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 "What was I thinking?". So, here goes:

As you know, I've traded in the Lancer GT about half a year ago for a 07' Proton Saga. Yes, a Proton Saga. 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 practical (surprise, surprise) reasons that get to me. It's all partly down to Proton's annoying deal with Mitsubishi to rebadge the Lancer as the Waja next month or so. (Insert quote from Armageddon here: It's happened before, it'll happen again.) 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 Malaysian-ization it will also be nicked by the Waja owners in their futile attempts of Waja-lutionizing 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 (imagine a nice girl telling you that in the middle of a heated...); 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 EON staff. I've got to say that the only redeeming factor about the car was it's rigid body (apparently stiffer than an Evo IX) 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 serious enough of a machine, and the fact that it's just plain silly to hang on to something that will soon depreciate and then get stolen. So right, why the hell replace it with a Saga 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 plus I gain the cheap car. It all makes sense.

However, making sense is rarely a nice thing. It's neither comfortable, nor quick. Or safe. It feels absolutely on the edge most of the time, and being an extremist of sorts, I do appreciate some of it's qualities; the interior is quite nicely laid out (after the mods) and it's very exciting 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 plus then?

Not quite. 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 retro-cool; but I'm very sure nice looking model types will never realise this) and smoke 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 A-B (Oh how I loathe A-B cars, but that's a whole different story for a different post) daily driver, this. It's even more of a pain simply because I've been driving all these lovely supercars of late. One day in a DBS, and the next in horrible horribledom. I'm not complaining about the supercars (please, keep em' coming) but something's got to be done about the Saga. But what?

The way i see it, I've either got the option of fixing it (the uber annoying bits), or; like my mind suggests: change it. Sure, while fixing it's bad points might make it more comfortable and livable, it will not, 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 serious.). So it's a change then? Some fresh air?

Not really. If it's a question of getting the GTT 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 almost-10k-a-year maintainence of the 350Z. That just about scraps most big engined, rear wheel drives off the list. What if they cost much less? What? A GTO? 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 RX-7 and the bargain bin RX-8. Something newer then? An Impreza Ver. 7 or 8? An Evo VIII? Impressive performance but... Nah. I'm not into the whole 4-door saloon thing. Let me explain: I'm against the whole practicality thing. It's the same reason I shoved two huge buckets into the Saga (Trust me, I would remove the rear seats in a heartbeat if I had the option to). I never understood the whole need to buy a practical car. Do you carry full luggage every single day? Do you really need to carry more than one passenger at a time? If your svelte girlfriend needs to carry more than a miniature handbag out to that function that you're attending, you've got the wrong girl 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: performance (from weight) and pointless additional cost (from carrying idiots in the rear who again rob you of more performance (The rear seats are heavy enough, you now want to carry people on them too?), fuel economy and most importantly; style (4 door cars look rubbish next to coupes)) Now i'm sure there are some exceptions to my anti 4-door rule. In my book, there are four exceptions: they're called The Flying Spur, Quattroporte, Panamera and Rapide. That's simply because that while they do have four doors, that does not make them any more practical than the next sports coupe (or less mad for that matter). And unless I decide to have a family, I wouldn't be exempted from my own ruling to buy anything close to a Cayenne Turbo, which I do respect immensely. Incidentally, it's my ideal car for the school run. It's called a run for a reason, yea? So what else is there? Something classic like an old 911 or 1980's 3-series coupe doesn't make financial sense; and parts will be hard to find, especially after next year's governmental ruling on half-cuts. Older S-Classes are more expensive to maintain than a GTT, and would probably break down twice, no three times as often. So what then? I've thought hard and long, and there's no real answer because everything is a compromise for something.

"And on that bombshell..."

It's October? Already?

It's 1:30am and Hyun_A's Change is about to come on, it's about (give or take) a month or so to GT5. It's like Fast & Furious 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 R34 GTT for as long as I can remember. I've been scouring a good part of the local web and print classifieds and seeing them (GTTs) 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 Tommy Kaira R34 when I was just back from my 2 and a half year "expedition". 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.

It never does.

August

It's August 2010. Lily Allen's Who'd Have Known 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 up yours. Sure, you could argue it wasn't all bad. There were the supercars I never dreamt I would drive (this soon anyways) and go sideways in. Then I went and did that whole relationship thing (which, mind you was so immensely overrated and tiring). 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 willingly. 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 fuck anymore. What's the big plan anyway? There is a voice to reason, and it sounds like a bitch.

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.

What?

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.

SURV1V3

[instrumental - 2 bars]

(When the daylight's in my eyes)
(It wakes me and I feel alive)
(Drift away to free my soul)
(Drive away to free my will)
(Fade into the air)
(Just to stay alive)
(...alive...)

[instrumental - 3 bars]

I can't, I can't survive
Struggle to find the way, but faith is on my side
There's nothing left, block out!
Stuck in my life, why can't I go do my thing
Break out!
Nothing to gain, you know it feels like ash
I can't, I can't describe
I feel I've lost control, within the twisted will in my eye
Work out!
Stuck in this place, why can't I rise up through this maze?
Break out!
There's no way back, the time is now for me

[instrumental - 1 bar]

Drift away to free my soul
Another day, another way
Fade into the air
Just to stay alive
Find myself again
Drive away to free my will
Straying like the clouds
Just to stay alive

[instrumental - 6 bars]

(When the daylight's in my eyes)
(It wakes me and I feel alive)
(Drift away to free my soul)
(Drive away to free my will)
(Fade into the air)
(Just to stay alive)

Walk out!
Stuck in this place, why can't I rise up through this maze?
(Drift away to free my soul)
(Drive away to free my will)
Walk out!
Stuck in this place, why can't I rise up through this maze?
(Fade into the air)
(Just to stay alive)

I can't, I can't survive
I try to find the way, but faith will be my guide
There's nothing left, block out!
Stuck in my life, why can't I rise up through this maze?
Break out!
There's no way back, you know it feels like ash

[instrumental - 1 bar]

When the daylight's in my eyes
It wakes me and I feel alive
Fade into the frozen air
Just to stay alive
Face myself again
Drift away to free my soul,
Find the way, 'cause faith looks in
On my side, he rode

[instrumental - 2 bars]

(When the daylight's in my eyes)
(It wakes me and I feel alive)
(Drift away to free my soul)
(Drive away to free my will)
(Fade into the air)
(Fade into the air)
(Drift away to free my soul)
(Drive away to free my will)
(Fade into the air)
(Just to stay alive)

Something's Not Quite Right...

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 Veyron-Ark painting for my portfolio (whilst completing a half-bottle of Chivas Regal at the same time) listening to MSTRKRFT's Fist of God album (which is brilliant, I must say). 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 supposed 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 superannuation 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.

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 (instead of portfolios) on Friday nights.

The Kojima Report

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?

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.

So Kojima, you like to see yourself on TV huh?

So I was there waiting (read:no toilet breaks during the vicinity of the thing going zero) for the stuped 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 (nice pun!). Being a paranoid android, I tabbed the page and reloaded it on another hoping for something new. Being overloaded as hell (the site), it sure took it's time. So you'd think there'd be some sort of mild anticipation when...

All I get is another timer. WTF mate? 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.

So I'll see you in 199 hours Kojima. It better not be another timer.

It's funny when where you want to be isn't a location.

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 twice. 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 (Blanco!) and yes, as Sal pointed out so blatantly, this is the first time I've watched a F&F 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 simply because; I never accept the facts.
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 in line, 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.

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.

Square One.

Haven't written in for quite a bit and quite a fair bit has happened. First off I've moved away from Milano into someplace in the middle of Richmond, where most of my day takes place anyways (think uni and work). Secondly, my project-cum-workhorse EG4 has been totalled (read total-loss) 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 (Sydney 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 not so fond 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 Spoon front splitter (understand that Melbourne is a total mod part sourcing nightmare). 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 (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).
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 frankfurter 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 (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.) So it's back to PGR4 I suppose.

Square one. Again.

Tiger Wooks 09' for XBOX360, PS3 & Wii.

Leading sports video games maker EA Sports has announced earlier today that they will be dropping their world #1 franchise Tiger Woods PGA TOUR for a new partnership with Tiger Wooks, golfing world's current ultimate 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.

EA Sports's decision to drop former #1 Tiger Woods came as a shock to many PGA TOUR 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 Woods to Wooks). 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."

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."

-Golferworld

Making 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 Ghost Town (right after Kevin Smith's aptly titled Zack and Miri make a porno.) 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 things. And remember, 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 fated.

It's November? Is it?

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 Quantum of Solace...twice. Gemma Arterton really is someone to look out for, I mean Kurylenko really is exotic, but Gemma simply lingers 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 Die Another Day? 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..naughty.) Getting bored...will continue this rant in a bit.

Australesque Days

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 is 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 wii. The bicycle's pretty specced up, 21 gears, speed meter and all the bells and erm..lights. I was planning to hook up the N95 to it but have yet to do so. GPS and Rihanna live on the go sounds pretty nice. On a bicycle. Well it's all in the works (and by that I mean someday soon probably). Anyways, the wii was a sudden thing as well. I was playing on my housemate's wii and almost finished Sonic 2 on it when I realised that this will be as close to a NES that I'll ever get. And that's something I've wanted since 1985. 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 PGR4 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 bourbon and sleep. Am also toying with the idea of rearranging the room. Taking the minimalist 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 inner OCD wants everything to be on demand. What makes this attempt any different? I figure with this much change happening around me, maybe I should just ride it out. Make a real change. And see where that takes me. Maybe it'll take me to that bike shop on Elizabeth selling that beautiful yellow CBR1000RR. And that ain't half bad.