first week

funny how I tend to think of a good title for the post before even knowing what to write in the body itself. one would have thought that the title be only conjured up once you get a rough inclination of how the body will go. but one would have also thought that I was a douchebag, and that the world is nice and square. oh wait a minute….

anyway, the past week has been a splendid week for me in terms of self discovery. to my amazement, there are plenty of idiots on the road, and there is no way in hell that you can avoid them, even if you try to crawl out of your hiding hole at 4.32 in the morning on a rain lashed Tuesday. you are bound to meet an idiot on the road, even with the said situation. if comets were to fall from the sky ala Michael Bay style in Armageddon, you will still find idiotic drivers on the road. there just isn’t any chance for escape. I wouldn’t bother whinging about how horrible drivers here are, considering how they probably aren’t any better back in Australia. well okay that is an understatement (the chance encounter with an idiotic driver in this place is probably higher than say, getting a date with Gemma Atkinson and seeing her in her birthday suit after a date. unless you’re her latest squeeze, in which the odds wouldn’t be fair now, would it?)

it’s also been nice to meet up with old friends and do the stuff that friends do when they haven’t seen each other in a long time. mainly hurl obscenities at each other for still being the same Joe Bloke that we left of many years ago. and oh, squealing like idiots too. oh… wait. that didn’t happen.

I’m dying of boredom here and if it wasn’t for the sanity of my Fender Strat, and some good books to read, I’d be crying myself to sleep to pass the time away just that little bit quicker. maybe I should do something responsible and right, and look for a part time job. or maybe I should just do what I’ve always been doing during every holiday that I take, and that is to pig out till my heart is full of contentment.

and so, I bid adieu. to the arms of embrace in which only music can offer, I will warmly snuggle up to. plus a hot cup of hot chocolate with some marshmellows in it. oh wait… I don’t have that here. a teh si, then.

and then some

I don’t know if anybody bothers to read this anymore, seeing how I’ve allowed it to degrade to the point of it being past shambles (if that is even possible). but I figured it would be nice for me to just start blogging again.

the idea of exposing my inner sanctum to semi-public scrutiny (it isn’t fully public if you don’t have a regular audience now, isn’t it?) doesn’t really appeal to me. I don’t know what has caused me to become the recluse that I am now, but I’m sure as hell not complaining when it comes to such a thought.

I guess ultimately, it is this narcissistic bit in me that craves for attention, like a baby craving for it’s mother’s teat. it’s an instinctive bit of human life, something that Freud coined the Id. maybe it’s just me giving in to my primal urges of wanting to be recognised. or maybe I’m just bored and decided this was a much better exercise in killing time then say, reading a book. speaking of books, I’m reading this splendid piece of literature by the same bloke who wrote The Kite Runner called A Thousand Splendid Suns. I’ve set aside some books for me to read over the holidays, just to kill time and ensure that my brain does not turn to mush on a healthy diet of idling and alcoholic indulgence.

long story short, I am back. for how long, I don’t know. but I would like to think of myself as the wandering journeyman through a said passage in time and chronicling his adventures, if he even has any to begin with.

after all, didn’t some wise guy said that this was the mispelled adventures of terryansimon?

life sucks

sick

massive thanks to the people who turned up

thank you everybody who turned up at my housewarming thingamajigg. 
thank you the people who turned up with food, you actually aided in giving variety.
thank you the people who turned up without food, you actually aided in ensuring I don’t eat the same thing for breakfast, lunch and dinner for the next five days. 
thanks for the presents that you brought, of the ice cream maker and the beers. 
thanks. hope you guys enjoyed yourselves and didn’t get too bored/sick/restless. (= 
pictures can be found here(Jasmine) and here(myself). note, I only took the last five photos of my set.

truth or dare

the winding road back to Melbourne

lunar new year

destination: Melbourne

I can’t wait.

10 more days to go as of today.

I really can’t wait.

ushering in 2008

it’s only 3 days before the new year is here, and I’m wondering… should I actually bother making any resolutions?