it is hard being something.
so i thought it is better to be nothing.

but now, i find that,
being nothing is tough too.

chef in the making

started off with wanting baked potatoes,
and ended up with potato soup.

On strike!

Housemate Des told me that he doesn't have school tomorrow.
cause the teacher's union is going on strike on thursday!
i thought... ooh cool... only such things happen at Melbourne Uni.
well i checked my email today and well, it seems like it is an entire melbourne thingy.
the content of the email....

"The strike action has been called by the NTEU in support of a new enterprise bargaining agreement for academic and general staff of theUniversity.

The strike is protected industrial action under theprovisions of the Workplace Relations Act 1996, and is a legitimate formof industrial action available to the NTEU in support of its enterprisebargaining claims.Students should be aware that this strike action may cause disruption to student classes on Thursday. However most scheduled lectures and tutorials will proceed. The University has not cancelled any activitiesand on the basis of the announced industrial action does not anticipate the need for the adoption of any special arrangements. Unless you havebeen advised by your lecturer or tutor that they intend to take industrial action and their class will not proceed, you should assume your lectureand/or tutorial will proceed as normal.

As part of the strike action students may also encounter industrial picket lines and associated traffic congestion (particularly around Claytoncampus) at the entrances to each campus. The NTEU have published adviceto their membership indicating that there will be picket lines atentrances to each Victorian campus of the University, commencing from asearly as 6:30am. It is likely picket lines will not be maintained after lunchtime."

makes no difference to me. i have no school on thursday. bleah. yawn.

when its yellow, let it mellow

i love autumn. cause it is yellowmellow.


of all seasons, it is the loveliest of them all.
the leaves turn orange,
and you see tons and tons of them lying all over the ground.
and when the wind rushes by,
they dance and twirl around.

the trees nearly bare.
i know this is silly,
and oh so hollywood crap,
but i always hope that i will be able to witness the last leaf falling from a tree to the ground.
can you imagine it?
hopefully this time round i will be able to catch it.

i already have a tree in mind.

just because

because some things just can't be explained.

i had three cups of coffee today. oh lord.
talk about being overdose.
the last cup was absolutely the best that i have tasted so far.
i can still taste it. yummy. i could have down those like tequila shots!

another night of rushing through my essays. 1 down, 2 more to go!

shoot first, think later

that is what i am always doing.
i should learn to process my thoughts first before i shoot my mouth off.

and so now i have two young boys under the same roof as me.
why do people find younger boys appealing?
i guess cause they are still a little naive and innocent in that way, inexperienced,
and very sweet too.
not damaged yet, but soon to be.
grown men are not sweet.
no fret people, in case you are wondering, i am not cooking up any ideas on how to reel them in.
i see them play the relationship game, trying to work out the strategies, what to do, what not to do and i feel old. been there, done that.
it feels strange taking that position, from the outside looking in, from a third person's perspective.

and so my young boy was telling me about his relationship with his girlfriend or rather i was being nosy as usual and starting interrogating him, asking him all sorts of questions. (and i am seeing him for the first time and we have only spent like 3 hours together)
and i said " boy let me tell you, long distance relationships don't last at all. out of 10, 10 don't last, or maybe only 1 would last."
after that came out of my mouth, i felt bad.
i should not have been a wet blanket and ruined it for him.
well too late. i burst his little love bubble.

damn. me and my mouth.