Things left to do in preparation for midterm:

- Photograph the clock and edit it. Will probably photograph it under the table with the help of the table lamp and some dark sheets of paper and have it conform to the other posters.
- Final poster? I think it's the manifesto. My manifesto for Materialism.
- Make the "golden" credit card out of copper. Will have to find the embossing machine in the uni. Ross said it exists somewhere...
- Make an umbrella-plant thingy for Nick's class.
All of the above mainly for Studio because everything else is moving along swimmingly! And not with the fish... and definitely not in concrete shoes -- Because that would be bad.

If you haven't seen,I made a short introductory video for Carlton (the suburb, not the draught)...



It was for one of my Specialisation classes and it works. Could be a little shorter though but it's done so WHO CARES!!!! :D :D :D

There has never been a day where I don't think of you, oh, Thai Boat Noodles.

You heard me.

Thai.
Boat.
Noodles.

I will make you and I will eat you.

Three Malay songs that are just up there...






and That's today's post. Dengarlah.

There are days when I want to sit a few of the brightest and best minds I know around a coffee table at some cafe and talk about a designated topic.

I'd like to call it "A Cuppa, A Conversation."

Which is pretty much a 20 to 30 minute video of the topic of the week amongst friends. No censors  no taboo, only intelligent arguments.

Aside from a mountain of things to do and my ever waning want to be around people, life is rather well.

I truly have nothing to complain about and if anything, most of the predicaments I find myself in are purely my own fault and no one elses, that said, I could probably have avoided it if given a thought or two. Haste is surely never a friend to logical thinking and managing risk.

I start trading classes with Lopez tomorrow. It's about time.

Until next post for now is the time for Bujang Lapok!

I now have a cat and his name is Ilo. Pretty much just does what cats do all day... Sleep, eat, poop. I now have to clean poop twice daily and am looking for things to make the house not smell like cat. You know, not like litter. This coming Thursday will be a week since he's moved into GalHalla and is settling in nicely... albeit still skittish. Has now also decided that it's fun to follow me around and stalk people outside the bathroom.

Hello, April, it's nice to see you again. I mightn't do anything this year in lieu of my 26th since I'm just so swamped with work and am not in the mood to spend any money at all -- Since, technically, I already have. Semester 1 is lumbering along as usual, I haven't really found anything interesting to want this year and hopefully it'll stick that way. Classes are the same-ol, same-ol. Most of the time I just want to get it over with.

Oh, and I went camping on a river. Proper camping in a tent with portaloos and a longdrop... Camping toilets are AWFUL. Camp ovens on the other hand.... Sweet merciful deliciousness...

Also, it seems that I have forgotten to put money into my RHB account. Which means I owe my father 400 bucks. Yeay... Well, it'll at least remind me to bring back an extra four for next year's accounts and probably do some bank cleanups in the process.

Things to do aside from assignments:
- Make an awesome CV because my current one looks so dull
- Update all Linked-In profiles and details

Until next blog.

March is in.

Two months FLEW by in 2013. It must be the symptoms of getting older and more cynical. One day I'm touching down back in Melbourne, the next it's mid March. Where has the time gone? This post, the first few sentences, was supposed to be posted early this month but I had forgotten about it. So many things left to sort out.

Little cat isn't here yet. At first I was looking at a semi-long haired kitten but the owner of the mother cat hadn't replied to my messages so I'm now looking at other kittens to adopt immediately. People are so unreliable sometimes...

Week two, over... after Friday. Goodness, that was fast.

#KeepMoving

Neil Gaiman (@neilhimself) posted some questions he wanted the whole world to answer and it became a most beautiful set of replies and started trending like the crazies. I wanted to chime in but couldn't because I fell asleep so here's a post reply to all his wonderful questions, some not as poetic or heartfelt as some of the other replies but I'm giving it a shot.

His questions are in italics and my answers, well, you'll read them eventually. Kudos to all who sent in their amazing ditties!

Why is January so dangerous? #keepmoving #JanTale

January Isn't a very exciting name to have until you find yourself in a dark room with her pointing a gun to your face. Point Blank.

‏What's the strangest thing that ever happened to you in February? #FebTale #keepmoving
It took me all the strength I had to say that nothing happened. Except maybe being told off by a smartmouthed vagrant. Change, he said loudly.

What Historical figure does March remind you of? #MarTale

Napolean, actually. Given that he did get to "march" a troop. Even if he failed he tried.

What's your happiest memory of April? #AprTale

April is the month of my birth. I guess my happiest memory of it would be cakes. Just cakes and food and happy people wishing me well. April showers, I was showered with love.

What is the weirdest gift you've ever been given in May? #MayTale

I don' know what prompted a gift but there he was, under the rain in a trenchcoat. He was holding a box, obviously drenched. "Here," He said.

Where would you spend a perfect June? #JunTale

The perfect June would start with the end of a semester. It would end glouriously. And then I would go on vacation on a beach somewhere with a book, a bloke and a big coconut to keep me company.

What is the most unusual thing you have ever seen in July? #JulTale

The most unusual thing I have ever seen in July WAS July. She was there in her yellow gumboots and a red flowery Sunday hat. I giggled when it looked like the wind was about to send her away but she stayed.

If August could speak, what would it say? #AugTale #keepmoving

August could speak. There was no reason why he couldn't except his mother's birthday was today and he couldn't help his tears from flowing timidly from his stoic eyes. "I miss her so much."

Tell me something you lost in September that meant a lot to you. #SeptTale #keepMoving

I lost him in September. He didn't die but I did lose him. I lost someone I thought I loved and trusted because he did something he should never be proud of and no, I haven't forgiven him.

What mythical creature would you like to meet in October? #OctTale #KeepMoving

A motherfucking unicorn with WINGS.

What would you burn in November, if you could? #NovTale #keepmoving

Staring at the fire, the heat bathed my skin in warmth. The air outside was chilly and unwelcoming. He threw another log into the embers and I watched it burn.

Who would you like to see again in December? Don’t forget #DecTale

There, on the couch, was my grandfather. He was smiling at me but I knew he wasn't really there. I told him how happy I was to see him after so long, I missed him and I hoped he was proud of me.

Things I need to do before I leave!

Buy underthings
Buy bathroom hooks for glass
Do the waxy-wax -- maybe
Mani-pedi with the sibling
Eugh... pack...

HOLY SHIT! Cambodia for 7 nights for cheap, the plane ticket is not too bad AND I can dive there! So if I get enough people to want to go to Siem Riep with me in late June, early July, it'll be golden! Two birds with one stone! Dive trip AND Angkor Wat!... This is, of course, if I have someone to go with. I can't go alone... Even if I wanted to.

Oooh AND I can vote overseas. :3
myoverseasvote.org/

Wheeheeee

So, anyway, if I had to label myself, I'd be a selective misanthrope. Because I hate people, people are stupid.

Glorified thundercunt

Ms. Sharifah Zohra Jabeen, I have never seen someone interrupt a perfectly good tirade. I have never called anyone a gratituous self righteous thundercunt before but you, Sharifah Zohra Jabeen, are a gratituous self righteous thundercunt.

NO, YOU LISTEN, YOU SELF RIGHTEOUS OVERGLORIFIED BUTTHOLE OF AN EXCUSE CALLING YOURSELF A 'Presiden Suara Wanita 1M'. President of what? How bout you take your "presidency" and shove it up your self righteous asshole.

It looks like you think respect should be given because you're older? Have a degree? No. Respect is earned and you have earned nothing. Worthless piece of shite. The sole of my feet aches from the thought of having you clutter the ground with your stink.

I am really sad that the hijabis/melayus and other 'scholars' didn't stand up for the brave Ms. Bawani. There should be applaud for her tirade, for her standing up for her rights, for our rights. Or even to stand up for her damn right to finish her sentences!

But hey, you listen. Let Bawani finish. Shaking her hand and letting her stand to speak is not respect, it's common curtesy. Respect is letting her finish her goddamn speech!

Have you heard how annoying you are repeating yourself like a little bastard and saying things irrelevent to the point? Hahaha... Jangan compare negara kita ke negara lain. If there is no comparison, no changes can be made, no competition can be had. Since you were comparing our problems to animals -- Cats? Dogs? APA KENA-MENGENA??? Do you know why some animals thrive and some dont? Competition and comparison -- without which, that species will fall into overspecialisation and cease to exist. So you're saying we shouldn't exist now? Reading between the lines. I think your degree should be revoked and you should ge back to school. Or maybe you should travel a little. Your katak di bawah tempurung attitude is hurting us as a nation. You, who was supposed to represent women. You, who was supposed to at least sound educated in your response. I am shamed buy your corrupt and cavalier attitude towards free thinking and free speech. I am shamed by your inability to understand that respect is earned. I am shamed that you don't even know the rules of debate.

Why don't you ask your government to sponsor you a clue from whatever fund you spawned from, you inappropriate excuse for a woman. Please, go back to your hole and stay there. We don't like you, here on Earth. We hope you don't spawn.
Sekian, terima kasih,
Insha'allah we never have to see or hear from you again, you waste of oxygen.
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I sit here and ponder and wonder about the amazing thing that is my... uterus. I joke. Nothing to do with my uterus. I thought it would make a good opening statement.

I keep reading guys posing up on how to keep your boyfriends and all I can think of is how these people treat their girlfriends in quite the opposite way. I say, do onto others. Yes, it doesn't matter how other people treat you, you have to have the humilty and decency to always be a human being.

You want her to never bring up her ex? Tell her you care more often, maybe she'll start seeing you as a compassionate, kind, loving man instead of the guy after her ex. The reason why she probably talks about him so much is probably because she wants YOU to do better. Don't be a dumbfuck.

You want her to give you space? What does that even mean? Seriously? She has needs too and doesn't exist purely for your pleasure. She probably needs space to. Hell, if you keep telling her to give you space she might just give you the ultimate space. "Let's see other people," And then you call her a bitch. Fuck you la.

We should never take people for granted or think that relationships come easy. I wish we still fought for the things we cared for and patched things up instead of finding ways to replace it. Something new isn't necessarily something better, nor is it necessarily good for you.

We should never put him or her on the backburner because one day they'll be gone and we'll kick ourselves for not trying harder.

This public service announcement was brought to you by my uterus. Which also looks like a shark's brain.
Sekian.

P/S: How to keep your girlfriend.
1. Don't be a dick.
2. Don't fucking cheat on her.