Second verse same as the first
Sunday, October 19, 2003
On a serious note. I wish I knew what I owed people. I wish there was some meter which showed you the amount of time, penance, grief etc that you owed people, that way you can somehow pay the person back with grovelling and guilt.
"Your meter reads 8.5. For exactly three months you have you grovel and cotinually feel like a shitty person. And maybe, just maybe, they might forgive you"
I would be happy with this, very happy.
Wednesday, October 15, 2003
Hmm,
I'm in a really good mood. Its so cool to feel this way because it hasn't come from someone else making me feel good, or an event which sparked this... I just feel good full stop.
Now if I knew how to work this when I need it, like getting water from a tap, then I could sell me to me all the time!
Yes, I like that idea..
Friday, May 09, 2003
http://www.vogue.com.au/showcoverage/shows/templates/03-mafw/slideshow.php?id=613&pid=32
the link thingy didn't work.
Heres the 'pants' man.
Everything in mundane, mundane.
Meanwhile I've been traumatised by this picture. My eyes! MY EYES!!!
I undestand that fashion is 'art' (whatever) but I think we all know where the penis is.
And its not like his 'outfit' really called for any accentuation on that area. His package is poking eyes out.
And since when was looking like the buff porn star member of 80's group 'bros' in?
'complete trash whore, its so hot right now'
Guys, you all know what to wear on your next dates, and we ladies aint swooning unless you all are grabbin!
Wednesday, April 30, 2003
AHH releif..
one of the best things in the world, but like a good meal never lasts long..long enough ( in our house anyway).
I have just completed a rather difficult assignment. Not difficult because the subject matter was complex, but because I had to exercise the creative part of my brain which has been dormant for a while..
A script is alot harder to write than we think.. May I take this moment to high five all those writers out there shakin your asses and getting stuff made... (Funny is only funny when other people laugh, not when its you laughing in a small empty room)
Meanwhile I'm getting a 7.4/10. WTF is that? Would it kill them to add the 0.10 to my mark?
why do they do this to students?
'Hmmmm I like this piece, its good. It's a whole 7.38 good. No wait! Its a whole 7.4 good'
'Hmm yes I would have to agree, it hits that 7.4 spot. Good call'
Anyhoo, I've said my piece and I feel better now..
PHEW...
Meanwhile..... I was making small talk with a guy from one of my subjects.
Me:'yeah I didnt make the lecture today'
Him: 'well you didnt miss much'
'oh ok, well all the lectures are the same now'
'yeah thats true'
'(using a mans voice I say) Films have a beginning middle and end, now pay me $400 dollars'
'what he gets 400 dollars an hour?'
*silence*
'umm no I meant that he teaches us nothing and we pay him'
'ohh yeah yeah, that's true'
*silence*
'(i say)can I borrow your pen?, thanks'
I cant tell you how many times I've had one of these conversations. Although I must either a) have selective amnesia or b) have faith in the human race because I still continue to talk to people.
Ok Ok so I'm being very cynical but heck, like I said fun/interesting people are hard to meet.
Ok Ok so I'm not that great, but you know what I mean.
Ok Ok so I'm just a bitch. I'm sorry.
Ok Ok so I'm not
Anyways...
Friday, April 04, 2003
It's 1:30am on a Friday night and i'm blogging. Now I'm not making fun if people who do this regularly,not at all... but.......
Its so pathetic!! I feel like a lump of dirty clothes and I feel as socially active as John Howard.
And that people, is a LOW. With a capital R
Now, I dont mean to say that I take no intiative in my social life. I do, alot of it. I get asked to do things and say no. I am merely selective. Selective is the key word, lets say it altogether. Selective. I choose to not go out and have fun on Friday nights.
Now sure sure, you're all asking yourselves why I would choose not to go out, well its as simple as this... why feel as bored outdoors when you can do it at home for free?
Now maybe this is a totally Asian way of thinking about it.... but fuck it. I am home on a Friday night because I am socially selective, I will only do things that measure 50 on a fun-ometer... not 25 but 50. And I am not that hard to please, just feed me and make me laugh..
So really its not ME, its THEM. The world is devoid of interesting people. Not me. them.
See?Now I feel much better about my life.
nite.
Wednesday, March 05, 2003
Hey ya'll
I just came back from Mauritius. I know I havent blogged in a VERY long time... not that you care... but I thought I might like to write a little memoir about my stay there...
1) Cusine: Mauritian cusine is quite a little shock to the system. I never knew that people, anywhere on this planet actually served oil as a beverage. To put it plainly, the local creed seemed to be "if it can fit in the deep fryer, consider it dinner". People believe me, the day that you accept oil as a food group in indeed a sorry one. Meat is also very big in Mauritius. Its a beautiful lush green country, but goddamn it you'd think they might want to see a bit of green on their plates. A favourite game of theirs is guess what you're eating. Yes that's right, it goes a little something like this.
"Ohh Catherine try this",
"what is it?",
"try it first then we'll tell you",
"ok",
"ahh it was pig stomach, deep fried",
This was then followed by a few smiles. This game was often exercised to pass Sunday afternoons. And they are crazy are longan. This is a chinese fruit which is similar to lychee. For all you non-cultured swine, it is a fruit which is small brown and round. A common day scenario would be my uncle coming home holding branches of he stuff in his hand and asking me to eat. But ask me in such a way as to insinuate that I hadn't eaten them before, or that I didnt eat enough. Mind you we would all be walking around with remnants of the stuff on our clothes and the place would be crawling with ants because of the branches. It was as though they were thinking "Only four branches Catherine? tsk tsk tsk.... very dissapointing".
I mean, dont get me wrong I loved my time there, but now that Ive come back I find that I am able to reflect and be... negative and judgemental.
Perhaps I will talk about Mauritius time next.....
Monday, November 25, 2002
Aqua tides, burning waves, manes flying, spots and dots, stripey nights, with your sandel and foot, water and air, everyone cheer cos summer is here!!!
this for all'yall....
I'M FUCKING FINISHED FOR THE YEAR!!!!!!!!!!
of course this celebration will not be complete without me tarnishing it first...
I did pretty shithouse in my last exam so all is not well but heck I'm finished so how bad can it be...??
Here is a little somthin somthin for all'yall out there in blogger land.....
this is the kind of conversation we should all strive to have at least once in our lives, and yes shamefully I have....
"Hey M"
"Hey B, hows it goin?"
"Yeah I'm alright, havent been doing much. I realised something today. Maybe Shawn doesnt love me as much as he says... I mean surely if he loves me he can say it with his pants on? Maybe I'm overacting..."
"nah...... what do you think of my blue dress for the party?"
"I mean, he lets me ride upfront around his mates....."
"yeah..... dont you think the red dress doesnt go with the new shoes?"
"I dont know maybe I should break up with him, we havent broken up for at least a week"
"nah dont do that....... you know I think the blue one is better"
"hmmmmm, what to do? anyways get back to me, call me and we'll do lunch".
"ok, good catching up, bye!"
