Dammit, watch H2... it's damn good. Kept me hooked for 3 days... could have been less at the rate I was going. Baseball rules. Soccer first though.

Had me thinking a bit though... about independence and dreams. It's something so far far far away. Procrastinating is not going to do it. Determination too. I should just confess ever-lasting love to any who hold my fancy... not let anything opportunity slip by. That's what I should do.... next year.
In any case... this is probably the GREATEST JOB EVER!

Pits in oranges... or is it pips? Whichever the case... it's in my heart...

The Girl of the Hour

Walked eight miles on the Avalon road
Met a girl of which this story is told
Her eyes were the colors of an emerald sea

Her skin was fair like a little lamb's hide
Her hair held the color of the darkness inside
Blood touched her lips as she sang out to me

'She was the woman of the ages
Was the fox's little wife
And she prayed a sombre prayer
for another mortal's life
She had an apple of eternal
was a Goddess in between
But the girl of the hour wants
another mortal's life!'

She sang of sights I would never behold
This timeless beauty of a wanderer's soul
Her words dripped the sadness of ten thousand tears shed

A Goddess longed for a story that's real
A careless wish for a moment to feel
Refused to act out the writings of the dead

'So she cast aside this Heaven
And came falling from the sky
But the fates were still against her
She was soulless in the night
So she roamed for quite forever
She knew not where to go
The girl of the hour stood
a lonely, silent sight.'

She met a girl on the Avalon road
The hollow being saw her wishes unfold
This girl stopped her story and she reached out to me

Lips touched cheek, coldness surged through my heart
I felt my life run away with the dark
Her emerald eyes were the last things I would see

'She was a woman of the ages
Was the fox's little wife
And she knew her answers lay inside
another mortal's life
She whispered fairy tales of ancients
As she skipped right down the road
The girl of the hour lived
another mortal's life.'

- Ee Pin

Come back my little Merries

It has come to my attention that nobody really visits this site anymore :( Could it be the lack of sex? Or the multiple boring entries I usually put up? Or maybe I'm not as deranged as I was before. I dunno... it's sad.

So... in order to grab in more attention from u fickle fans, I'll post.... (look up) pictures....

Cool beans eh?

How does it become so COLD after such a hot day before? How how how?

Welcome to Melbourne I guess. Anywaes, guess I shall write a longer blog than normal, since many many things happened during the weekend. Also, am deciding on titleling (spelling) my blogs to help you and me... somehow make sense of these inane ramblings that are my thoughts on a digital map. So without further ado...








5 GLASSES OF CHAMPAGNE ON A BOAT

Jordon's bday on Saturday... on a boat. Yes, his parents hired a boat and sailed us along the river for 72 hours.... ok.... it was only for 4 hours... but that seemed really long for a time. It was his 21st you see, and his parents booked the boat a year ago, which kinda makes it scary at the devotion his parents give him. So yeah, there was the boat. From rumors, it was a double-decked boat... a big boat. In reality... a not-so-big boat bumbled up to the pier... and yet for some reason, managed to fit 50 odd pple on it without sinking.
Interesting fact: The Yarra River is only 3 metres deep.
Kenneth and I were wondering if we should... or even could skip the party early. I mean, we didn't know that many pple and im not good at making frens too.

That was before the first glass of champagne.

The bartender asked me for my ID... imagine that... MY ID :( Should i be happy? I think not. Ok, saw Kiru again, after his long absence of 2 + years.. that BASTARD. And we drank to many a person's health and good fortune. Between the slurps of that golden elixar, I didn't even eat much dinner... and the dinner was uber nice. Well.. the potatoes were anywaes.
On my fourth glass, the world was a much happier place and Jordon graced us with an impressive Michael Jackson dance. It was good, i mean, with the moves and the moonwalk and everything!
I was on my fifth glass when Jordon's dad decided to ask his wife for a dance. The dance floor was small and nobody was dancing. And retro was playing. Husband and wife did the twist for a little while and wife retreated. Then husband was left twisting by himself.

Then Crocodile Rock came on.

I twisted on the dancefloor with dad. Pulled a couple of others too... but i started it. Damn u champagne!
When dance was done... I sat back to my chair with frens surrounding me... and tried not to drink anymore.
Another interesting fact: According to Kenneth, some girls were looking at my sashay 1970s style and were calling me...cute.

Cute means ugly but adorable. I hate cute.

Anywaes... nothing much happened after that and we landed safely back at the pier.
Damn you champagne.

GOODBYE IVAN THE MAN STAN

Ivan's bday and farewell dinner on sunday. A sad/happy occasion. We had it at a restaurant a fren worked at and boy was the food yummy. Hell yummy. And Ivan treated us to it! Actually, let's see if I can get some pics up.

ok...


That's the hero in qns...


That could be a clown or an infinitely cool customer... whichever u want...



Goodbye Ivan... You've been a great fren, and a great treasure of anime. funny, witty and infinitely nice... you rock man. Just so you know, the moment you leave Melbourne, you do not exist. The End.

SEVEN SWORDS

A movie directed by Tsui Hark, it wasn't as great as I expected. The hong Kong production was kinda overly dramatic... the fighting was awesome, fast-paced and cool... the swords really really cool.. but the story, characterisation and the ability to hold a plot... failed spectaculalrly. Sigh. Donnie Yen is fucking awesome.

Tomorrow, maybe an essay on sex.