The entering 2008 entry.
I think I should have thoughts about years. it's a common, uncreative topic but so is sex, god and politics, and everyone enjoys talking about those.
actually I'm wondering if I actually sent out that last email to Tim. we all know I'm a horrible KeepInTouch! person, so maybe I typed the email and sent it but the internet messed up? I know I typed it, I remember bits. so if you didn't get it Tim, comment and make me seem lj popular. if you did then no worries!
I like Weeds. on some odd level, it really touches me. sure, I don't smoke/sell/grow weed or have a dead husband/eight toes/cunt of a wife/a really long shalong/hot blackness, but it's one of my favourite shows. i really don't know why.
I liked the 2007 2008 summer holiday. I think I changed a lot for the better, some for the worse. which reminds me, I need to stop procrastinating and write two letters for my parents to copy and fax to the government so they can pay me for studying and get off my mum's back for $6000. must do that tomorrow. as well as bake some scones for the Tropfest picnic, a random urge thanks to some photographer who managed to make a scone look orgasmic. which is a hyperbole because if orgasms are really all they're cracked up to be, well then a scone will simply not do.
there's that stage where you stop being friends and you become something else. and then he stops telling you the truth and starts saying what you want to hear. but wait, is it just cynicism talking? could he really just have changed his mind because he's realised that no, your tits are fine because everything about you is perfectly what he wants. nevermind he was offering to share the bill for a boob job just a week before That Talk, nevermind that the conversation.. is different.
I watched Lust, Caution. Ang Lee spoke of how it's the genuine shyness and humility of the Chinese that we're losing with every new generation.. and I can't help but relate that to one of the other articles I've been reading. it's about generation Y, and how we're graduating and expecting great salaries and meaningful work right off the bat. we're calling up and nagging the HR people for the positions we have NO qualifications for on the hopes that they'll take us because we're 'enthusiastic' and it's our 'dream'. you know why this is? because of the shit we're fed every day about how you have to sell yourself. the outspoken the charming the charismatic, they were the ones who stood out from the pack in the past generations.. but now we're learning the formula (much like the HSC, the highschool graduate system Sydney panders to. tutoring schools all over the state get the past papers and everyone who can afford to comes within the 5th percentile. nice.) be loud, be bold, be fake, just be the brightest fire in the cold dense bush. nevermind that too many bright flames runs the risk of a bushfire. an office filled with people who talk the talk but are glued to the metaphoric wheelchair will struggle climbing up the ladder. I used to be shy, modest, hard working and easily satisfied by a simple one-person acknowledgment of my work. I want to go back to that, on some level. the simple life, thrown in a bubble filled up with minimal 'conditions that apply' type of love and people you care about.
I did something Silly. I'll repent if when this episode comes to a close I see that it was as Bad as it was Silly. it was fun though. I'll have fond memories. so maybe either way, it was worth it. not right perhaps, but worth it.
I use a lot of commas. I don't think I'm doing it correctly. I'm also horribly ineloquent and confusing. see two paragraphs up.
this year, I'm going to live life. if I make a bad decision.. I won't run away from it. I'll deal with it. I'm old enough to know better, if there ever was an age.
actually I'm wondering if I actually sent out that last email to Tim. we all know I'm a horrible KeepInTouch! person, so maybe I typed the email and sent it but the internet messed up? I know I typed it, I remember bits. so if you didn't get it Tim, comment and make me seem lj popular. if you did then no worries!
I like Weeds. on some odd level, it really touches me. sure, I don't smoke/sell/grow weed or have a dead husband/eight toes/cunt of a wife/a really long shalong/hot blackness, but it's one of my favourite shows. i really don't know why.
I liked the 2007 2008 summer holiday. I think I changed a lot for the better, some for the worse. which reminds me, I need to stop procrastinating and write two letters for my parents to copy and fax to the government so they can pay me for studying and get off my mum's back for $6000. must do that tomorrow. as well as bake some scones for the Tropfest picnic, a random urge thanks to some photographer who managed to make a scone look orgasmic. which is a hyperbole because if orgasms are really all they're cracked up to be, well then a scone will simply not do.
there's that stage where you stop being friends and you become something else. and then he stops telling you the truth and starts saying what you want to hear. but wait, is it just cynicism talking? could he really just have changed his mind because he's realised that no, your tits are fine because everything about you is perfectly what he wants. nevermind he was offering to share the bill for a boob job just a week before That Talk, nevermind that the conversation.. is different.
I watched Lust, Caution. Ang Lee spoke of how it's the genuine shyness and humility of the Chinese that we're losing with every new generation.. and I can't help but relate that to one of the other articles I've been reading. it's about generation Y, and how we're graduating and expecting great salaries and meaningful work right off the bat. we're calling up and nagging the HR people for the positions we have NO qualifications for on the hopes that they'll take us because we're 'enthusiastic' and it's our 'dream'. you know why this is? because of the shit we're fed every day about how you have to sell yourself. the outspoken the charming the charismatic, they were the ones who stood out from the pack in the past generations.. but now we're learning the formula (much like the HSC, the highschool graduate system Sydney panders to. tutoring schools all over the state get the past papers and everyone who can afford to comes within the 5th percentile. nice.) be loud, be bold, be fake, just be the brightest fire in the cold dense bush. nevermind that too many bright flames runs the risk of a bushfire. an office filled with people who talk the talk but are glued to the metaphoric wheelchair will struggle climbing up the ladder. I used to be shy, modest, hard working and easily satisfied by a simple one-person acknowledgment of my work. I want to go back to that, on some level. the simple life, thrown in a bubble filled up with minimal 'conditions that apply' type of love and people you care about.
I did something Silly. I'll repent if when this episode comes to a close I see that it was as Bad as it was Silly. it was fun though. I'll have fond memories. so maybe either way, it was worth it. not right perhaps, but worth it.
I use a lot of commas. I don't think I'm doing it correctly. I'm also horribly ineloquent and confusing. see two paragraphs up.
this year, I'm going to live life. if I make a bad decision.. I won't run away from it. I'll deal with it. I'm old enough to know better, if there ever was an age.