Sunday, June 30, 2002
Saving Grace
I just talked to my sis on the phone - long distance - for almost an hour - first about how things have been, the mechanics of holidays in an academic year, then about her job, about break ups, responsibilities, what ifs, what could have been, bad decisions and about being a guy in this life.
It felt good to be able to just talk about stuff on your mind, things that matter, things that you believe each other can agree with you about. Makes this winter feel a little better for a moment.
I'm glad the semester is over. Long over by now. It felt so short, so compressed and very much high strung. So glad it's over. Now for the results - 12 July.
Shawn's left after passing his driving test. Good news. Homebush is evacuating soon after a farewell party on Thursday. Lease ending and the blokes are heading in different directions. Egene might stay, might leave - though I hope he stays sometimes. Shawn's taking over the room I used to stay in Southbank - Jon's new housemate. And Jon's got a new white Honda CRV. I am amazed with wonder at the things that just keep popping. Well, generally, we popped - like little kids running to touch the christmas tree gifts at the first site of a white 4WD approaching. I'll always remember how Shawn and Egene were happy to declare themselves Jon's other "lover" just to get a ride, while Chris just took her rightful place and went for a spin in the white horse. Beaming and wide stretched smiles running across our faces is a sure sign - of congratulatory notes we would write if we lived in the 1920s.
Winter recess must not be wasted. Must lose weight. Must earn money . Must get the six pack. Must. Must read at least a few novels. Must find a job. Must earn money. Must learn software. Must rearrange music. Must earn money. Must practice guitar. Must learn MIDI. Must deliver some MIDI song. Or at least get over the fear of facing one. Must write - stories, poetry, songs, and kick down the writer's block door. Yes, I am amazed at how long it has stayed shut. Am I growing old? Perhaps I have gotten sick of myself. Sick of my own thoughts and my opinions. Sick of how I always piss off people. Sick of having to crawl out of the whirl pool. Sick of how I need to constantly fight and giving up is as good as sin. Don't you get it? You will never. So quit judging. If you'll ever, you'll shut up and come over.
Monday. Job hunt. Tuesday. Prawn noodle. Wednesday. Farewell Elaine. Thursday. We'll see what happens.
Today - Sunday - World Cup: Germany vs Brazil. Sad that South Korea lost.
What will come tomorrow I try not to worry. At least I got my router to work and Mac OS X is oh so excellent.
chucKie
I just talked to my sis on the phone - long distance - for almost an hour - first about how things have been, the mechanics of holidays in an academic year, then about her job, about break ups, responsibilities, what ifs, what could have been, bad decisions and about being a guy in this life.
It felt good to be able to just talk about stuff on your mind, things that matter, things that you believe each other can agree with you about. Makes this winter feel a little better for a moment.
I'm glad the semester is over. Long over by now. It felt so short, so compressed and very much high strung. So glad it's over. Now for the results - 12 July.
Shawn's left after passing his driving test. Good news. Homebush is evacuating soon after a farewell party on Thursday. Lease ending and the blokes are heading in different directions. Egene might stay, might leave - though I hope he stays sometimes. Shawn's taking over the room I used to stay in Southbank - Jon's new housemate. And Jon's got a new white Honda CRV. I am amazed with wonder at the things that just keep popping. Well, generally, we popped - like little kids running to touch the christmas tree gifts at the first site of a white 4WD approaching. I'll always remember how Shawn and Egene were happy to declare themselves Jon's other "lover" just to get a ride, while Chris just took her rightful place and went for a spin in the white horse. Beaming and wide stretched smiles running across our faces is a sure sign - of congratulatory notes we would write if we lived in the 1920s.
Winter recess must not be wasted. Must lose weight. Must earn money . Must get the six pack. Must. Must read at least a few novels. Must find a job. Must earn money. Must learn software. Must rearrange music. Must earn money. Must practice guitar. Must learn MIDI. Must deliver some MIDI song. Or at least get over the fear of facing one. Must write - stories, poetry, songs, and kick down the writer's block door. Yes, I am amazed at how long it has stayed shut. Am I growing old? Perhaps I have gotten sick of myself. Sick of my own thoughts and my opinions. Sick of how I always piss off people. Sick of having to crawl out of the whirl pool. Sick of how I need to constantly fight and giving up is as good as sin. Don't you get it? You will never. So quit judging. If you'll ever, you'll shut up and come over.
Monday. Job hunt. Tuesday. Prawn noodle. Wednesday. Farewell Elaine. Thursday. We'll see what happens.
Today - Sunday - World Cup: Germany vs Brazil. Sad that South Korea lost.
What will come tomorrow I try not to worry. At least I got my router to work and Mac OS X is oh so excellent.
chucKie
Thursday, June 13, 2002
I was an original geek!
Take the What High School
Stereotype Are You? quiz, by Angel.
I'm addicted to quizzes too! Help!
Take the What High School
Stereotype Are You? quiz, by Angel.
I'm addicted to quizzes too! Help!
Thursday - 13 June 2002: Think the milk is running out and the fruits expiring.
No more dramas! Yeah. No more! Great huh? ALL my essays are done. ALL my friends are still chugging along to finish. And half the world is here.
Dennis the boy is here, hanging out with us, catching a DVD or two. Martin, my ex-colleague, is here to rot and wake up late. Something he can only do while overseas. And I'm sure a whole hoard of Singaporean aunties, uncles, with their little kids and lingo are here treading on the beautiful flowers, shocking nice tour guides and teaching us some bad driving habits. This is the part where I become an alien. A green one too.
Me? I've become the part time guide with no pay. Money running low, cos everything's been paid out in kind. Get up and work and get me my goods willl ya!
Ooh, Grampians Saturday. Cool Stuff. Literally. Saw three rainbows in the course of the last month. God must be smiling at me like a proud Daddy. Me happy and smiley too.
Better read up soon and not waste time. 2 more years to 30 and this life ain't going anywhere to waste. I guarantee it.
A house by the coast, an underground playground and physical freedom to choose.
*chucKie*
No more dramas! Yeah. No more! Great huh? ALL my essays are done. ALL my friends are still chugging along to finish. And half the world is here.
Dennis the boy is here, hanging out with us, catching a DVD or two. Martin, my ex-colleague, is here to rot and wake up late. Something he can only do while overseas. And I'm sure a whole hoard of Singaporean aunties, uncles, with their little kids and lingo are here treading on the beautiful flowers, shocking nice tour guides and teaching us some bad driving habits. This is the part where I become an alien. A green one too.
Me? I've become the part time guide with no pay. Money running low, cos everything's been paid out in kind. Get up and work and get me my goods willl ya!
Ooh, Grampians Saturday. Cool Stuff. Literally. Saw three rainbows in the course of the last month. God must be smiling at me like a proud Daddy. Me happy and smiley too.
Better read up soon and not waste time. 2 more years to 30 and this life ain't going anywhere to waste. I guarantee it.
A house by the coast, an underground playground and physical freedom to choose.
*chucKie*
Friday, June 07, 2002
If you ask me how I feel now? I'll say this...
I feel sick, blissful, tired, delirious, sticky, heroic and nauseuos. I think I'm the mother who has given birth to a 50 pound child and haven't had a single drop of water to drink in 10 hours.
History was written the last 48 hours. Read: I did not sleep a single wink since I woke on 6 June. Watched sunrise from my room through the window while still churning out dialogue for my characters. I shivered as I felt the dew form outside my apartment. Did I really do this?
11800 words, 1 film script, 1 feature article, 2 academic essays, 3 days. Someone pass me the pulitzer prize. Actually, a pillow will do.
I'M DA QUEEN OF DA DESERT!!!!!!!!
ch...
I feel sick, blissful, tired, delirious, sticky, heroic and nauseuos. I think I'm the mother who has given birth to a 50 pound child and haven't had a single drop of water to drink in 10 hours.
History was written the last 48 hours. Read: I did not sleep a single wink since I woke on 6 June. Watched sunrise from my room through the window while still churning out dialogue for my characters. I shivered as I felt the dew form outside my apartment. Did I really do this?
11800 words, 1 film script, 1 feature article, 2 academic essays, 3 days. Someone pass me the pulitzer prize. Actually, a pillow will do.
I'M DA QUEEN OF DA DESERT!!!!!!!!
ch...
Thursday, June 06, 2002
I am going NUTS! I feel like I am stuck in the exhuast pipe of my house and only my head is in there and my body is out. Like my head is going to explode so that my body will be free. Know that feeling?
Plus my damn keyboard is so ultra insensitive and my fingers are I don't know why so scroogly that I keep making typos.
After bleeding out 2900 words on my first essay, I realised I only managed to answer the question at the concluding paragraph. That's red alert for you man! I'll smack something right now if I can, but it's nobody's fault. Remember, never type your essays in double space. Only do it right at the end. It drove me mad reading back. I repeated myself like trillion dollar industry times man! Not funny. Plus, there's three more essays worth 2500 words each and I haven't started on two of them. And I've only got one day tomorrow to finish. Friday is due date. Funny huh?
And I've only seen 4 hours of sunlight today. I am on the brink of turning into a wolf. So I must go knock myself unconscious so that I can wake up at 8am to do work. Slept at 4am last night, woke at 1pm. Sunset in winter is 5pm. What is happening? My world is going upside down. Someone tie me to my bed and feed me chlorofoam!
'demented'
-chucKie
Plus my damn keyboard is so ultra insensitive and my fingers are I don't know why so scroogly that I keep making typos.
After bleeding out 2900 words on my first essay, I realised I only managed to answer the question at the concluding paragraph. That's red alert for you man! I'll smack something right now if I can, but it's nobody's fault. Remember, never type your essays in double space. Only do it right at the end. It drove me mad reading back. I repeated myself like trillion dollar industry times man! Not funny. Plus, there's three more essays worth 2500 words each and I haven't started on two of them. And I've only got one day tomorrow to finish. Friday is due date. Funny huh?
And I've only seen 4 hours of sunlight today. I am on the brink of turning into a wolf. So I must go knock myself unconscious so that I can wake up at 8am to do work. Slept at 4am last night, woke at 1pm. Sunset in winter is 5pm. What is happening? My world is going upside down. Someone tie me to my bed and feed me chlorofoam!
'demented'
-chucKie
Monday, June 03, 2002
Nya ha ha ha!
You are 40% evil! [?]
You're more good than evil, but not by much. You've drank straight from the carton of milk in the refrigerator, and maybe kicked the neighbor's cat, but you're still good. Kinda.
You are 40% evil! [?]
You're more good than evil, but not by much. You've drank straight from the carton of milk in the refrigerator, and maybe kicked the neighbor's cat, but you're still good. Kinda.
What the? I took the Star Crossed Quiz and this is what I got...
Which Star-Crossed Marvel Lover Are You?
Er, was that a "she" again?
Which Star-Crossed Marvel Lover Are You?
Er, was that a "she" again?
Sunday, June 02, 2002
The horses have come home.
I am half way through my film script, but that's only technically speaking. I've eradicated scenes, replaced redundant ones and come up with new scenes. But the problem remains at the time frame. To tell a story in 20 minutes is quite an art. Whoever said it was easier. The key word to remember is Brutality - kill characters, scenes, subplots. Kill, kill, kill! Less is indeed more. I am pretty excited at how the entire story is sharpening and more edged. Prayer does work. Asking for wisdom to tell a story from my heart.
Finally, here's the point where I am beginning to lay down the luggage.
4 more days to the end of this semester. Still so many more words to go. It certainly helps when there's no one around. Only you, the space to walk about and some jazz in the brine. I think I am smashing my writer's block right in the face. Watch out!
'on the slow motion pan'
*chucKie*
I am half way through my film script, but that's only technically speaking. I've eradicated scenes, replaced redundant ones and come up with new scenes. But the problem remains at the time frame. To tell a story in 20 minutes is quite an art. Whoever said it was easier. The key word to remember is Brutality - kill characters, scenes, subplots. Kill, kill, kill! Less is indeed more. I am pretty excited at how the entire story is sharpening and more edged. Prayer does work. Asking for wisdom to tell a story from my heart.
Finally, here's the point where I am beginning to lay down the luggage.
4 more days to the end of this semester. Still so many more words to go. It certainly helps when there's no one around. Only you, the space to walk about and some jazz in the brine. I think I am smashing my writer's block right in the face. Watch out!
'on the slow motion pan'
*chucKie*
