Havaianas

Recently, some noobish person (who needs to grow some pubes) stole my havaianas off my front porch.

This has been my 4th pair of havaianas which have been stolen in the past 2 years.

One of them was limited edition and I loved it to death. It had a strap that went diagonal and a strap with the ‘havaianas’ on it that went across. I only got to wear it for half a year. My friends never got to see it again.

It seems like everytime I let down my guard and forget (ie. I leave my thongs on the front porch), I end up losing my thongs the next morning.

I suspect my right next door neighbour.

My left next door neighbour also suspects it is my right next door neighbour.

This is because he saw them stealing his wife’s high heels from his own front porch.

And I also witnessed them steal our pot plant and hang it on their window sill the next day.

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I really wanted (and currently WANT) new havaianas – (‘cos Target ones – the ones I currently wear- are cheap and don’t feel so good).

Last year, my friend gave me a new pair for Christmas.

Anthony and I have the same pair (‘cos we’re cool).

Today, I went to buy a new pair. I took it to the counter and was so glad I would have a pair of havaianas again.

Then I got out of the queue and put it back.

It didn’t feel like the same one, my friend had given me.

It looked the same. But it just felt different.

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But now I’ve decided, I want this one.

 

 I shall purchase this one soon, together with a nautical military jacket I really want … I think ( $__$ ).

 

Um, excuse me, do you guys like… talk?

UNSW just gets so dsappointing everytime.

Seriously, like no one bloody talks. I met a girl today named Helen who was sooooo anti-social it was not funny.

And in front of me was this TeenyBopper group of weird asian nerds  (who have no sense of fashion whatsoever) who made me think OMG am I supposed to hang with these “people”?!?!

They just mumble and like… look down at the ground.

I hope not everyone in the law faculty is going to be like that !

Z  z z z z z z z z.

Why is everyone so serious and boring?! We haven’t even STARTED to discuss politics or extract principles of laws yet! OH EM GEE.

I thought cliques were going to cease to exist when high school ended but they obviously aren’t!

Where are all the loud asians?! ‘Cos I can’t seem to find any!

So much for “I’m going to start my own bitch society” —- where are all the bitches?!? COME ON ALL THE BITCHES IN THE HOUSE @ UNSW, please find me soon! I am melting! I feel like J’amie when she came to Summer Heights High and had to play with those “PEOPLEEEE ”! The bright note is that J’mie eventually found girls to bitch with. So hopefully, that is fulfilled for me aswell. *crosses fingers* Mark my words —— UNSW Bitch Society…. I will find you!

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Or maybe I’m just over-reacting?

Maybe I am expecting too much.

I guess, I’d eventually not mind talking to people who talk about politics 24/7.

Holiday Craze

This post is dedicated to Jeno who told me she only likes looking at photos. LOLOLOL

I had a bunch of fun, as always : D Spending time with people you like is way more fun than spending time with people who don’t really give a fuck about you at all.

Gossipboy Scrapbook

– Strathfield is the upsized hot version of Cabramatta! Me and Gerry fell in lurveeee.

– Gerry and the guy who works in Grab @ Parramatta are developing a slow romance.

High School Drama

I thought high school drama would end when high school ended.

But I was wrong.

There was so much tension today. It was like Jennifer and Carmen tension all over again.

Though, this time it was Janice* and Isabelle* tension.

All this drama seems to revolve around this supposedly “hot” guy.

I thought it was good that we were catching up. I guess sometimes it’s not good enough to catch up. You have to fight as well. But I guess the fighting is what made everything so fun.

Right  now, I’m feeling somewhat nostalgic. Catching up with friends is good. But it always gets me into that nostalgic mode. Sometimes, I freak myself out knowing how sad I can get over nothing. I’m so weird.

Anyway, I was planning to head over to Hieu’s tomorrow but I think my plan is cancelled. It seems like I never have time to bond with my mate anymore. Something always seems to pop up. Yes, things that involve cash plopping notes into a cash register. Farkkkk, my wallet is empty. Tank god work starts on Saturday. I’m actually excited to start working again. With work comes more fun and friends. And cash of course.

Photos I stole off friend : D

Thanks to Joanne who shouted me ice cream! : D

PS. Met someone  from Bonnyrigg at Macca’s whose also doing Combined Law at UNSW. NTS: His name is Kevin (I might forget)

Oh – and DO NOT eat at Holy Basil~! It sucks!

* names have been changed so I don’t get in trouble.

Spring

Last week went by so quickly and this week is like a blur. I think I’ve finally found some balance between friends, family and work which is great! I haven’t been listening to my horoscopes lately, but who cares! I’m tired of chasing after things.

Anyway, I don’t really like posts where you recount the past 14 or so days… So I’ll spare you and just end with a photograph and a quote which I read on a blog site and think is true.

“Fashion shouldn’t be selfish. You should always be ready to dress down.” ~ Can’t spell her name properly

The Straw Man

So a few weeks ago, I learnt a new concept and today I finally got to use it on my sister.

It is called the Straw Man in regards to incorrect reasoning.

“Oh spare me of your straw-man talk!” I snapped at my sister today, which quickly shut her up.

I encountered similar straw-man conversations with my friend last night at 3AM because [they] didn’t really seem to understand what I was trying to say, rather was misconeived about the whole situation.

For those of you who don’t know what it is, I think it is quite interesting so here you go -

I’ve always encoutered such argumentation with my sister (who is the Queen of all straw-men) and friends… and always end up losing the argument because of the malicious nature of such reasoning.

Description of Straw Man

The Straw Man fallacy is committed when a person simply ignores a person’s actual position and substitutes a distorted, exaggerated or misrepresented version of that position. This sort of “reasoning” has the following pattern:

1. Person A has position X.
2. Person B presents position Y (which is a distorted version of X).
3. Person B attacks position Y.
4. Therefore X is false/incorrect/flawed.

This sort of “reasoning” is fallacious because attacking a distorted version of a position simply does not constitute an attack on the position itself. One might as well expect an attack on a poor drawing of a person to hurt the person.

Examples of Straw Man

Prof. Jones: “The university just cut our yearly budget by $10,000.”
Prof. Smith: “What are we going to do?”
Prof. Brown: “I think we should eliminate one of the teaching assistant positions. That would take care of it.”
Prof. Jones: “We could reduce our scheduled raises instead.”
Prof. Brown: ” I can’t understand why you want to bleed us dry like that, Jones.”

Bill and Jill are arguing about cleaning out their closets:
Jill: “We should clean out the closets. They are getting a bit messy.”
Bill: “Why, we just went through those closets last year. Do we have to clean them out everyday?”
Jill: “I never said anything about cleaning them out every day. You just want too keep all your junk forever, which is just ridiculous.”

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I thought it would be useful to do some research on such a concept since I want to be a lawyer after all. Now I know how to counter a person who uses a straw-man to argue.

I’ve so happy that I know the actual term for this kinda stuff now. My mom just calls it when you “noi ngang” – you know, like when you don’t focus on the actual argument but ponder about something else which makes it hard for the person to address what is really going on.

HAHA My sister is going down from now on!

UNSW, Watch Your Back.

Ryan pranced into the horizon of the entrace, staring at the black and yellow balloon arc that signified the unity of UNSW.

“This is my home.” he thought to himself.

And with that, he decided to make UNSW his first preference..

An army to build. Girls to blackmail.  A university to take over.

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So today was one of those good but bad days.

I stood at the station at 7.41PM to answer a phone call from my friend, 15 minutes before the train arrives. They said that they weren’t coming anymore because they we’re “tired” from the day before. Well, I don’t know about you but when I’m tired , I tend to know that I am. I wouldn’t have to wait 24 hours later to realise that I’m tired. And I certainly wouldn’t wait 15 minutes before the meetup to blow someone off. No offence, to the person – and any persons out there who are often late (I’m sure you have a range of reasons) – but unreliable people really fry my clams. Really they do. I get really ticked off when people show up late. I hate it when people say one thing but do another.

I get really annowed at people who don’t follow through with plans and just revolve around in circles. If you don’t want to do something, don’t do it. Don’t say you will and then do something else.

Things change, plans change. But people have responsiblities to make sure that other people’s time is not wasted and that they are treated rightly. I think not showing up on time (for no particular reasons) is bad social etiquette and quite frankly, RUDE. I would take offence to it.

Bottom Line: People who aren’t punctual annoy me to the pitts.

Maybe I’m too much of a perfectionist? I dunno.

I wasn’t really pissed today though. Not at the person anyway.

Just at everybody who is unreliable in general.

The saying “Once unreliable, always unreliable” is now valid.

I have labelled that person unreliable.

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Anyway, the campus as UNSW was just amazing. I felt immediately at home.

The 1st trio that I met were quite friendly. They looked like Snobby Prep Private School Kids, but turned out really nice. And they were all so tall, so it was kind of intimidating. But I managed to make a 20 minute friendship while on the bus.

The next group of girls were asian – looked nice and friendly. However, were in fact total opposite. The line “Snobby Prep Private School Kids” now applies to these kids. They barely wanted to answer me when I asked them what was going on. I literally had to say (snobishly) under my breath, “helllo? losers? ” just to return the social favour. So I ended up walking away and getting into a few lectures instead. UNSW kids were really quiet… everyone stuck to their family … or small group of 2 or 3 friends… no one made any effort to mingle. I hope it’s a bit different when uni starts.

I ended up meeting my friend Joanne and her 5 guy friends at UTS. They were handing out paddle pop sticks and all this cool stationary which was pretty awesome. I have to say, the atmosphere at UTS was by far the best. I think this was mainly ‘cos it was indoors and everyone was close-knit… not to mention the pumping music playing in the background – made it feel like a fair. I really wanna go UTS, thought UTS graduates are not well-respected/highly-regarded in the Law fields (from what I’ve heard) so I decided to stay away from it.

We ended up going to Usyd for a REALLLYYYY good Law lecture. Finally, my first experience of some law lectures and it was AMAZING! The lecture really verified/confirmed my love for law. I was so intently listening, interested and wanted to ask questions. I felt like I could stay there forever. The faculty was amazing too and the Dean that spoke was sooo intelligent and articulate that it made me realllyyy want to go to Sydney (‘cos I wanted to be smart like them!) lol. They talked about so many interesting things like the intellectual property rights in Jakarta and Habeas corpus which is a latin term for Bring Forth The Body. She also proposed many hypothetical questions about corporate law, putting us in a position of a solicitor in a law firm – asking us to make decisions on a case about leather handbags. It was all quite interesting. At the end of the day though, the campus reminded me too much of Hogwarts and I felt no connection to it, so I ended up deciding to go to UNSW.

For the first time, I know exactly what direction I want to head towards.

I am no longer confused… unsure…

I no longer feel FORCED to do it. I like it, hands down.

I DO want to do law. Acting is just a hobby to me I think.

I’m happy. There’s something electfying about that *wink*

NOTES

Anyway, one major thing that I noted in my head to discuss was the importance of social etiquette in friends, to me.

If it’s one thing that pisses me off, it’s whispering in front of someone else.

Say, there are 3 people. And the 2nd person just starts whispering to the 3rd person.

I find it quite rude and I would usually make a bitchy remark and stomp away.

But not because I am angry that I have been excluded.

But because I am annoyed at their lack of sensitivity and social manners.

Like seriously, can’t you wait until AFTER the 1st person is gone, to tell your damned “secret“?

I ESPECIALLY, hate whispering. I find that despicable.

I know it’s hard to not do it, when you want to tell someone something so bad.

But I try not to do it myself. I did this, to a friend on New Years.

And realised, I was such a dicksucker for being such a hipocrit.

Hence, this post is a promise to myself, NEVER to do such a thing again.

Until next time,

XOXO

Gossipboy.

This Feeling Feels Like De Ja Vu

Hey Bloggers!

I’m not going to recount the past few weeks, because I’m sure most of my readers have been present on the same experiences (if not all of them, some of them) that I’ve been through. Christmas…New Years… Birthdays…Shopping Etc Etc. The usual. You guessed it – I’m still craving for something more. Something small yet fun. It doesn’t have to be bugee jumping off a cliff … or climbing mount everest. But it definately has to be something different to eating at a Buffet celebrating someone’s birthday… And I know by saying this, that I am immediately chucking my social life down the drain as I probably wouldn’t be invited to any other birthday AGAIN. But still, don’t you ever feel like life is so routine? Wouldn’t it be cool to hang out with people who would just laugh at ANYTHING? Seems like that never happens anymore. If someone cracks a joke, you laugh. Otherwise… life is dull. It was soooo different in the younger years. I remember just giggling for 20 minutes at a picture of a Penis we saw in a science textbook.

I am such a nostalgic loser.

I keep mourning the fact that I’m not a child anymore.

I keep mourning the fact that I may be dead forever.

That the child inside of me is drowned and may never surface again.

I feel like I’m choking….

I feel like taking photos of how I feel but it’s really late and my camera is temporarily borrowed. How, I wish I had a car and could drive around to different locations – you know, like old houses… isolated parks… creeks on the outskirts of town – really good locations for photoshoots.

This is all I’ve been talking about for the past 2 months.

How sad it is, not to be a child anymore? Why can’t I get over it?

WHY CAN’T I GET OVER IT, OMFG?!

Other people are getting over it so quickly. I mean, Sophie tells me some of them are getting “screwed over” everynight. And Gerry and I were kinda shocked. Are we the last people with any shreds of innocence left in them, in this world?! I hope there are others.

PS. Never knew Jackie had a blog.

I’ll add him asap! Gotta go mark some work now~

http://chamaeleo-persona.blogspot.com/

Belonging

Recently, I’ve been thinking about the concept of belonging again.

Until now, I’ve never really understood the wider meaning of my essay thesis.

If I recall correctly, my thesis was

Belonging is used as a safety blanket. Often, belonging  is a fabrication of the desire to reject belonging.

But I never really thought about this concept outside the domain of a group.

Or a relationship. Eg. Proctor.

Recently, I’ve been thinking about careers. What do I really want to be when I grow up?

Actually, I know what I want to be. But I keep ignoring the truth.

And I keep telling myself that I want to be a lawyer. Because lawyers belong to society.

Because lawyers have status. And actors are poor.

Part of me thinks I could be a great actor. But part of me thinks I’ll probably never make it.

Therefore, a part of me is telling me to stick to the status quo…

And belong to society… rather than chase after something different.

I don’t know since when I’ve been thinking like this.

When I was younger, I was always the odd one out (gay-boy-DUH?).

I never really belonged. And I liked it like that. I enjoyed being different.

It made me exotic. So exotic that I was often the laughing stock of the school.

So why do I feel like I have to belong to society, now?

Why am I thinking this way?

Why can’t I just be like how I used to when I was a child and just not give a fuck about anybody.

Dance whenever I wanted to. Sing whenever I wanted to.

Now I can’t even do that. Clearly, by choosing to be a lawyer, I am only exemplifying the fact that I have an intense desire NOT to belong to society. But this feeling of belonging isn’t real. It’s an imposed sense of belonging, from teachers, friends, family… ESPECIALLY FAMILY.

“You’re our only son…”

“Don’t put your intelligence to waste…”

“You HAVE to go to uni! We work our asses off for you…”

“BLAH BLAH BLAH.”

I wish I could just run away. But the truth is. I don’t think I can reject everybody around me and do what satisfies me. Because I’m not living for myself… I’m living for my mom and my family. I can’t just do something stupid like that. I can’t take The Road Not Taken like Robert Frost. I am forced to take the road trodden on by so many others. What a tedious journey.

But hey – why am I complaining?

My mom gave up her life for me, right? Why can’t I sacrifice something for her?

I will do something I hate. Without looking back.

Because, I must belong. This isn’t like Primary School.

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Today, I  got a very different taste of belonging. It was quite a suprise actually.

For the first time, I actually felt appreciated by these little kids.

When I told them I’d be teaching them next year, they alll went crazy, jumping up and down in excitement.

When I told another class I wouldn’t be teaching, they all ‘awed’ gloomily.

I didn’t expect any of that at all.

Especially from kids I’ve been with for only 3 weeks. (3 times)

Seeing everybody smile made me happy. The fact that all these smiles were real, innocent and genuines reassured me. It was such a contrast to the crocodiles smiles that people put on these days. Adults are so fake, that’s why I like kids so much.

I felt like I belonged there. I don’t really get that feeling nowadays.

Even when I’m with my friends, or at parties.

The feeling today was refreshing. VERY REFRESHING.

I feel energised. Totally energised to tackle any bitch who comes across me.

And I can say, I haven’t found out my final place of belonging YET.

I am still learning, observing, listening…

I will be happy and find my place of belonging only when I am true to myself I think.

Only when I realise that I can’t go to uni … and do law.

But that’s a slim chance. I can’t break the rules of society.

I must, belong.