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This made me lol. It’s so true as well (as someone who has spent 10 days with a group of NZ-ers).

HOW TO SPEAK NEW ZEALANDER, FOR BIST EFICT, RID THESE OUT ALOUD!

Milburn – capital of Victoria
Peck – to fill a suitcase
Pissed aside – chemical which kills insects
Pigs – for hanging out washing with
Pump – to act as agent for prostitute
Pug – large animal with a curly tail
Nin tin dough – computer game
Munner stroney – soup
Min – male of the species
Mess Kara – eye makeup
McKennock – person who fixes cars
Mere – Mayor
Leather – foam produced from soap
Lift – departed
Kiri Pecker – famous Australian businessman
Little crusps – potato chips
Ken’s – Cairns
Jumbo – pet name for someone called Jim
Jungle Bills – Christmas carol
Inner me – enemy
Guess – vapour
Fush – marine creatures
Fitter cheney – type of pasta
Ever cardeau – avocado
Fear hear – blonde
Ear – mix of nitrogen and oxygen
Ear roebucks – exercise at the gym
Duffy cult – not easy
Amejen – visualise
Day old chuck – very young poultry
Bug hut – popular recording
Bun button – been bitten by insect
Beard – a place to sleep
Chully Bun – Esky
Sucks Peck – Half a dozen beers
Ear New Zulland – an extinct airline
Beers – large savage animals found in U.S. forests
Veerjun – mythical New Zealand maiden
One Doze – well known computer program
Brudge – structure spanning a stream
Sex – one less than sivven
Tin – one more than nine
Iggs Ecktly – Precisely
Earplane – large flying machine
Beggage Chucken – place to leave your suitcase at the earport
Sivven Sucks Sivven – large Boeing aircraft
Sivven Four Sivven – larger Boeing aircraft
Cuds – children
Pits – domestic animals
Cuttin – baby cat

Source: Australian Gamer Forums

This was typed on my phone on the way home after Jazz Ensemble today, during a massive fit of boredom. I’d like to thank Kelly again for her awesome driving and the lift to Epping station.

So right now I’m standing on platform 1 at Epping station. It’s 5:14, and the train isn’t going to come for another 10 minutes. The sky is darkening, and the shrill of the sqauking birds fills the air. The people walk past, giving strange stares at the strange boy that seems to be talking to himself. I think back to when I got out of Kelly’s car, along with Benny, Winnie, Justin and Annie and wonder what the smoke that came from the bonnet when we stopped really meant.

5 mins. I sigh and stare at the weeds growing beside the train track. A droplet falls on the screen, and I look up, dazzled and wondering where it’s from. It’s starting to drizzle ever so slightly.

I think about what I could be doing right now. Reading Hamlet. Finishing the truckloads of homework that Mrs. Chan has given out.

2 mins. The people come crowing forward as the computerised PA makes its announcement. 1 min. I don’t really know where I’m going with this, so I put my phone in my pocket before I get mugged.

I’m on the train, about an hour away from home. There’s a Ruse girl sitting on the seat in front of me, but I don’t really want to strike up a conversation. People read mX. Wow, what a trashy media publication. Insubstantial and puff stories. Lousy Rupert Murdoch and lousy News Corporation/News Limited. Heh, I remember a funny quote “Is your News Limited?” It sums it up so nicely. This applies for the Daily Telegraph too. Non-news tabloid rubbish. And I don’t understand why the headline on  mX is alway completely unrelated to the cover picture. Ah well, at least it’s decent for box puzzle (except they’ve gotten worse as time has gone on).

West Ryde. Whoo. I look to the right for Koorong, but being in the second carriage, there’s too much crap in the way. I begin to apologigze in advance for whoever will be bored enough to read this random post.

I look forward, and see the zombie-like nature of train trips. Apart from the two people lively speaking Mandarin next to me, everyone else us either stares blankly, sleeps, reads or listens to music.

Oh, hey, Rex from year 11 moves to this carriage moves forward. Hi Rex. Wow, there’s a random flash that fills the carriage. Someone taking luvos probably. I never understood luvos. I guess they’re good for keeping memories. Nobody takes luvos with me though

I think about my life as a drifter. I’ve never really had 1 group that I’ve associated with fully. I was the same in year 6. I used to move between the handball/wallball people and the cards people. I can’t remember how to play gin rummy anymore though. (I think it was like Uno kinda?)

Heh, Rex is on his way to Matrix. So many people go there, yet when you look at their alumini list, it seems quite insubstantial. (Sophie’s my tutor btw ) I went to Harry’s for a lesson in Year 10 (man that place sucked so hard – there was this tryhard guy at the front who tried to answer everything and would always get it wrong) and Guan for a few terms (even though he was hard to understand, I really do have to thank him for teaching me integration).

It’s 5:48, and I’m at Stra. Damn it, the train’s delayed because apparently their waiting on a signal change or something. There’s two slightly Scottish people sitting behind me talking. They’re funny. “Too many people message. Imagine if there was some guy that had a seizure while writing a message. ‘Cause of death: message’.”

The train moves, and half of the people reading this message have closed my blog and sworn never to visit here again. The sun has gone (no sunlight, no sunlight), and I remember that Inshalla is coming out today. Cool. Oh crap, it’s raining. Well, whatever will be will be. Inshalla. (that’s the meaning – God willing in Arabic)

I loved someone. I thought I loved someone. I’m not really sure I love someone. Do I love someone? Maybe, I don’t know. I’ve never understood love. (and I’ve never been in a relationship) I remember talking to someone about it a few months back, and I guess they were right when they say that at this stage people love for the sake of feeling loved. And that love at the moment doesn’t mean anything. (there’s always exceptions though, I guess) Then they go and find someone a month later. It always makes me wonder.

It’s 6ish, and the train draws to Redfern, where I get off. Phone away.

Platform 12, 1 min to the Cronulla train. Far out, the door to get out opened at like -1 kph. It felt like I was getting shot in the Matrix. The flow up the stairs stops. There’s a woman with a walking frame that has only 3 legs, and she’s fallen over. Someone helps her to her feet. The kindness of strangers. It’s what makes me proud to live in this country.

The train exits the tunnel. I expect a call from my parents asking why I’m running late any moment now. Yay for cotton wool life. I guess it’s better now I’m older, but the combination of living miles and miles away from everyone and concerned parents kinda sucks. I really do wish I could go out more – chill with people.

Heh, and there’s the call from mum. It’s 6:14, and the train’s coming to a stop at Sydenham.

My parents really hate me when I stay up late. It’s not that I wake them up or anything (my computer and work area is downstairs in the open area next to the dining room), but they’ll randomly wake up throughout the night and yell at me for not going to bed (this is 12:30 onwards). I hear of people staying  up till 2 every night, but you people never get randomly flamed right? (heh, and I remember Mawson blogging about his parents complaining that he’s not staying up late enough) I guess it’s bad to not be able to think at school, but most of the time there’s nothing to think about anyway (esp when Chan gets it wrong on the board multiple times)

It’’s getting close to home. I do my little 2 ring call on my mum to incidate I’ve passed Banksia (to come and pick me up from the station). I don’t think I’ll ever do anything like this again, so until next time, I bid the farewell. Thanks for reading this far. 6:25, Kogarah platform 4.

It’s been a bit over a month since I started this blog. With all this talk over blogging daily and the anticipation of people updating their blogs (Mawson and Jero), I started to think about why I started blogging, and what I really wanted to achieve by spilling my few thoughts here.

I really wanted this blog to be a bit more than a ‘post stuff about Joseph’s dull life’ or ‘post random stuff from the internet’. I wanted to explore my mind, to understand my logic and reasoning and opinions. A social commentary of sorts. I don’t know whether it’s been due to a laziness, or simply a lack of thought, but I have not achieved this yet. Or maybe it’s chronic Lee syndrome.

As for blogging everyday – from the outset it was an impossible task (for me at least). Since the start I’ve been (subconsciously) aiming for a post every 2 days (which I have done on average), but with the ever increasing pile of work it seems to be becoming harder. This is probably the most active attempt of keeping to something that I have done since year 9, and I’m not sure if it’s just me, but I go through these periods after doing something for a while where I simply lose the thrill of it; a sort of arduousness that seeps in. I haven’t had that here yet, but I feel it is only a matter of time.

To those that read or comment on this blog – thank you for taking the time out of your day to read or respond to my bored ramblings. To those that blog – thanks for continually inspiring and entertaining me. To those yet to blog – hey, it’s never too late to start.

Argh, why do the school computers have to suck so much!? Lousy video lag. Lousy Sound and Lighting that cut off the audio at the beginning of prefect news, and then didn’t replay it. Anyway, tis on YouTube and Vimeo now for those that can be bothered watching it again.

I had a train of thought before, but I’ve lost it. I will end with

• Eskimo Joe – Inshalla releasing Friday!
• The Chaser’s War on Everything (10-episode series) returns tomorrow, 9PM ABC1!
• I like pie.

So, last night was an epic tale of epicity.

After school, the rain just started to pelt down like a waterfall. People standing and screaming everywhere. A flurry of “Oh crap, I don’t have my umbrella.” Trying to move from C block to Felton Road was like trench warfare. Why can’t there be a sheltered route the whole way?

After meeting up with Lee and hopping into James’ hawt BMW, we set off along the M3 (I think it was), guided by the shining beacon that was GPS. We managed to have a magnetic P-plate fly off the bonnet along the way, and also get stuck in gridlock in the Harbour tunnel. (the best part was that when the GPS lost the signal as we went into a tunnel, it would automatically ‘cruise’ through, and when it popped out of the tunnel and found that out car hadn’t, it crapped itself ) We eventually reached Westfield Bondi Junction, after much confusion as a parking sign pointed both left and right (but there was only true answer), and docked and ate in the food court. Wonton noodle soup for me, laksa for Lee and a combo of $5 something box from the Japanese store and KFC for James.

We wondered JB Hi-Fi after, then left in search of the theater. Reaching and turning into the backside of the theater (GPS fail), we parked along the meter parking 45deg to curb area. Then, it happened:

THE EVIL PARKING METER OF DOOM

6:52 – Parking, check. Ok, now for the easy part: paying for parking. Walk up to the meter.

EHHH? $4.50/hr?

We stared at each other blankly, digging through our pockets, looking for any coin we could find. So we put in the coins…

*clunk*

Wait, what? Why is it still $0.00? *insert another coin*

*clunk*

Ok…oh, it’s returning the money.

CANCELLING TRANSACTION appears on the screen.

Wait, what!?

So, we start again. The sky opens, and Lee takes out his umbrella.

*insert coin* Hey, it went in!

…

*insert coin* *clunk* Why won’t you take our money!? $6.80 on screen. Maybe it’s all about insertion technique.

*flicks coin into slot*

*clunk*

*roooooolllllllsssss coin slllllooooooowwwwllllyyy*

*clunk*

Hmm, maybe the $2 is ba….hey what the!?

CANCELLING TRANSACTION

…and about $7 in in coins (mostly loose change) comes pouring out into the coin return slot. (JACKPOT!) At this point, I’m holding the umbrella sideways because the rain is actually coming from the side because the wind is so strong, and the umbrella feels like it’s about to cave in on itself.

…so we give up and run to the other parking meter down the road.

*inserts* Hey, it works!

Then…

$9.90 – Oh crap, we don’t have enough money…We stare at each other blankly as we desperately hope that the parking officers decide to stay out of the weather, and not punish us for our 1hr of unpaidness (as it only covered 7-9:10, and the ticket parking was 8AM-10PM) as we hit the green button to print the ticket.

Hamlet was…interesting to say the least. I enjoyed it, although I agree with Jacqui’s comment (at least, I think it was her) that it was more of a comedy than a tragedy. I didn’t quite understand the purpose of the Nazi connection (someone asked whether Denmark was under Nazi rule, and apparently they were) though, but I guess it could have been a subtle jab at the King (as I don’t remember Hamlet and Hamlet Sr. wore any Nazi clothing throughout). Heh, there was a moment that the King forgot to take off his earing when he was pretending to be the ghost. Also, Hamlet reminded me alot of Jerry Springer for some reason…

On the topic of crazy people, new episodes (season 2) of The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya are beginning to air, and are being subbed by your local good subbing group (*cough* DB_L-E). In usual Haruhi fashion, they’re being sprinkled inbetween the reruns of the old series in Japan (to make the storyline go in chronological order)

Hmm, I dunno, but I think with Hamlet’s madness and Haruhi’s delusion, they’d make the perfect couple.

I love competitions. Most of all, I love multiple choice competitions. Does that make me weird?

Today was the Rio Tinto Big Science Competition – the biggest blowover ever. Every year, there’s always a question that’s somewhat ambiguous, or worded dodgily. This time it was a graph (Q25) representing the number of mosquitoes in the area for 30 seconds (with 100 mosquitoes to start with), which didn’t seem to quite reach the bottom at the end, and that had a steady gradient throughout (although, if you lined it with the scale and guesstimated, the distribution over each of the 10 second periods, it went 35, 33, 32), however the only two plausible options were that ‘at the end, the number of mosquiteos was 0′ or ‘the highest number of flies per second decline was in the first 10 seconds’.

The Big Science comp has to be the tightest of all the comps. If you get perfect, you get a plaque, if you get 1 wrong you get HD, but if you get 2 wrong you drop to D (generally). It always sucks when you get one off, never quite reaching perfection. :/

I’m starting to realise just how forgetful I’m becoming. I’ve been meaning to bring a VGA cable (sorry Campbell -_-”) to hook up the projector to the comp in the common room (after someone stole it post-fete) for about 3 weeks now. I’d forgotten to get my mum to sign writing comp from Friday all the way up to yesterday (even though I kept reminding myself to everyday – luckily today was the last day and I was able to pay), and I forgot to tell Danny and Michael that the LOTE recycling needed to be done (was told Tuesday morning), even though I saw Danny in maths P2. *sigh* I wonder what it would be like to have photographic memory…until I can implant a metal rod into my head, it will all be a dream…

Stress. Procrastination. Do I stress all that much? Not really. I guess it’s starting to dawn on me that it’s year 12, and I should be taking it much more seriously. Everyone works so hard, making notes (I haven’t made a decent set since year 8), doing so much study. I can barely even motivate myself to finish a night of homework. Do I procrastinate a lot? Damn straight. I’ve been a heavy procrastinator since the beginning. I remember when I used to pull all-nighters for the petty assignments like Agriculture, and how I almost didn’t finish my ag tech  assignment (2k words was it?) after foolishly leaving it to the last minute, and bashing away cold, dreary and tired at 6am in the morning, only to get barely half an hour of sleep before going to school. I’ve never been a coffee drinker though – I had my first decent cup of coffee (cappuccino at the place next to the USU building) during NCSS (USyd) in January this year after working with a Roomba/iRobot Create (circle shaped vacuum cleaner robot, but the one we had was minus the vacuum cleaning part) and getting it to draw an Omega logo (for team Omega). It’s so bitter, and I didn’t feel that much energized after drinking it – I don’t quite get it…maybe someone needs to properly introduce me to the world of coffee. And maybe EasyWay too. (I only have one I like so far Green Apple Green Tea with Green Jelly (thanks Lancy!), didn’t like Pearl Milk Tea (the pearls taste funny) )

***POSSIBLE SPOILER ALERT***

Massive, massive retcon on the House season 5 finale. I’ve been watching House on and off (mostly off), but I managed to watch the last 3 episodes, and wow, what a twist. I don’t know what to say. I guess as a finale, it left us with small questions that would hold us till the next season, but it really does feel like a jip to have it all turned. It’s much better than having a predictable ending though.

***END SPOILER***

On a related note, The Chaser’s War on Everything is returning next Wednesday 9PM! Oh, happy days!

And it looks like 2 hours have passed since I started writing this. I don’t think I will ever get it down to the Belle 15.