Evil, Wicked Wings

I am so angry right now, I'm not gonna bother with the proper words and shiat, resorting fully to the vernacs. So yea, I'm cut and it'll prob sound homo but it's coz my mum took my KFC wicked wings to work, the ones i bought last night! I was soo looking fwd to them, this morning i slowly got out of bed and felt like crap coz of the lack of sleep, and the knowledge that I had a mid semester exam in just over an hour. BUT, i go "all good greggie, you get your reward after the mid-sem, come home, have wicked wings for lunch." The thought of those crispy wings got me out of bed (no BS) and I made it through the first 10mins (which, I theorise is the hardest 10mins of the day) then the proper chemicals and muscle movements and brain waves start to kick in and i was then a fully functioning human. I'll discuss that little theory in another blog...

Right now, I've cooled off a bit. I realise how silly I sound, blinded by rage just because I don't got my wings. I rang my dad to get the 411 on the wing status, was he the culprit? He said no. So I proceeded to msg Anna, my supportive girlfriend and explained to her what had happened and how upset I was, albeit peppered with a word starting with "F". Boo hoo, yes I was losing it,
"They're only chicken wings Greg," she reasoned.
"But they're gone," I wailed, "they were there this morning and now they're gone. If I want some more now, I have to walk all the way to KFC again!"
"Greg, you live like 100m from KFC..."
"Alright fine. I'll go." And that was that.
A few minutes passed and my mum rang to tell me to go to KFC and get some chicken wings coz she took them. She thought that since they were overnighters, they might've been soggy today. Goodness! What a change in circumstance. Actually more of a change in my mood. I guess my dad must've rung her and told her I was none too happy about the whole shebang.

Ah well, after the whole ordeal, I realise...I'm a dumbass. I don't know why I just posted this, I guess it seemed like a personal experience of some sort, perhaps providing some detailed insight into the "real Greg." Hope you guys enjoy, have strong opinions and see me for who I really am. Oh yeah, remember the fourth commandment: "Honour thy Father and thy Mother." Today I say props to my P's for being so caring.

Blah, blah, blah

Okay, I really don't know why I'm posting right now...I really don't have much to say. I guess I can start by telling you guys what I've been doing over the last few days, but that's kinda boring...but then again you guys are here anyway so chances are you'll read any drivel I write.

"So what's the show about?"
"Okay, wait for it...it's about nothing"
"Nothing?"
"Nothing."
"Then why are we watching it?"
"'Cause it's on TV!"
"Not yet..."

Haha okay sorry about the Seinfeld quote, I watched some episodes today from the Seinfeld DVD collection...eh I thought it was semi-relevant.

So as this blog reaches its 4-month birthday, I still would not be able to give someone a description of what it is. If someone asked me, "Hey, what's your blog about?" I would probably answer with, "Just stuff...?" Mm I think my main aim is to make it interesting, I mean who wants to read "I woke up today and had Sultana Bran. The milk was cold and that was nice, but not nearly nice enough to overcome the lack of sleep I've had and the fact that I had to go to work at 9am."

Erm so what's the point of this? I forget. Wait I think this post is about me being lost today. Oh yeah I know what I feel like blogging about now!

Okay let's start again. Firstly, I didn't know why I wanted to post today, I didn't have any fancy stories to tell or any D&M parables. However, I felt the desire to blog because I had all these little nuiances that I wanted to get off my chest.

Eureka! I've just killed two birds with one stone! I know what my blog is about, and I know what I'm going to write in this entry.

Okay, okay, I know - very, very disjointed this blog is (I don't know why I'm talking like Yoda). And these last two sentences are considered to have poor grammar, firstly, it's not good English to end a sentence with a verb and it's not correct to begin your sentence with a conjunction. Yes I'm now very crazed! Craaazzeed! Okay, now on to what I was trying to explain earlier, I believe my blog will be about things I want to share with people and get off my chest, put out there in cyber space and today I will share stuff, albeit very meaningless and downright mundane, but I just feel like airing it out, even if it makes no sense to you guys at all. Maybe it’ll be kinda entertaining when you guys try and figure out what I’m talking about. Probably not though.

Today I was playing Pro Evo 4 today and it crashed on me twice! Just when I was training them up to get better stats! I was doing the free kick – shooting drill and it crashed both times when I tried it with Fortune. Eh...that was annoying.

I was browsing through the CD that Dave made for Garry and I that contained our Sydney trip photos and I was bemused at the stupid facial expressions I had on it. The worst thing about them was that I wasn’t even trying to make silly faces! I just looked out of sorts in almost all the photos, I don’t know what was wrong with me. I guess I’m not photogenic.

Last night I watched “Harold and Kumar Go To White Castle” at Jade’s. That was so funny. I remember seeing it the first time and I enjoyed it, but you know how most of the time you watch a movie and think it’s great, then watch it the second time, it’s not so good? Well H&KGTWC was still good the 2nd time. Haha “Just let her touch your penis.” “Did she touch your penis?” “Let’s get some fur burgers!”

The tennis has provided me with entertainment, naturally, but also irked me some. Last night’s match, Hewitt v Nalbandian, while entertaining, really got the better of me when I witnessed some of the worst line calls I’ve ever seen in my life...and in one game too! Throughout the match there was dispute after dispute, overrule after overrule and that’s never good. Sure, “Hey, if you’re so good why don’t you get out there and do it?” My response, “Look buddy, I know I’m not as good as the linespeople but hell, if I was to put myself in that position and apply for the damn job then I’d sure as hell make sure I can make accurate calls...DUDE.” Some were so blatantly out and called in it was just beyond ridic. Some people think the chair ump did a shite job but I think he handled it okay. He made a crappy decision though when he awarded the point to Hewitt after a linesperson called a ball he hit out, then corrected himself. Nalbandian had a right to have that point replayed because clearly he was affected by the “out” call and proceeded to hit the ball into the net. Otherwise, being a chair ump with crappy linespeople can’t be easy. When I was a ballboy I learnt that through bad calls the ump is supposed to give a nod of encouragement to their linespeople so as to place their trust in them. I cannot see how last night’s chair ump could show his trust with that lot. It wasn’t only last night’s match though, there have been so many poor calls made through the whole tournament, there was a glaring one in Molik’s defeat to Davenport where she aced Davs then the linesperson called it a fault! That was at 7-7 in the third. Davs went on to break Molik in that game making it 8-7, then held serve to win the match. I wonder how that linesperson feels about that call now. Grrr...

Aside from that, it’s how I predicted it to be, top 4 men are the last 4 competing for the singles title. It’ll be a real rip-snorter over the next few days. While I want our Hewitt to win (despite his boganism), I like Federer because he’s such a complete player. However, I think Safs might just pip Fedders and the A-Rod may throttle Hews.

Yeah, sorry about the short cuts here and there, but I’m sure you guys can work out my lingo, it gives it a bit of intrigue and that cool vagueness about it right? Eh...anyway, I think this post is more than long enough to entertain you guys for a long time. Watch this space.

My 30 Seconds of Fame

I just woke up not too long ago, (and as a result, I probably won't make much sense) which may come as a surprise to many seeing as I usually don't wake up before 11am if I don't have to go to Uni or work. Anyhow, I was just watching some TV and there was this show on called "30 Seconds of Fame" on Ch. 7. I've seen it once or twice in the evenings, but I see Ch. 7 has now demoted it to the early morning segment, and rightly so.

Basically, the concept of the show is to get people on a stage in front of a large audience to perform something for 30 seconds. If the act is crap, people vote to kick them off within 30 seconds. If they're good, they stay till the next round and so on and so forth. I think the winner wins about $25,000.

Now, I hate to fully bag things but this show is so lame I just have to diss it out of respect for other conscious TV viewers who may come across it and be shocked. The host is probably the best part of the whole shamozzle, but even he shows glimpses of "un-greatness," one example being his opening line of this morning's show;
"Wow! I thought they were great! Now if this show was a phone line and your momma was trying to ring through, she wouldn't be able to 'cause this show is off the hook!"
Nuff said. I wish it were true though, but sadly, watching a lady on her head and playing two recorders through both her nostrils just don't cut it, you know what I mean? Although I did find it comical (as opposed to thoroughly entertaining) watching some "wedding singer" dancing like a crazy mf, doing flips, cartwheels and singing "Sex Me Up." I bet that marriage lasts real long, yeeaahh...

I just cannot see the justification for giving away $25,000 just for 30 seconds of cheesy talent. Some people really have "more dollars than sense." What about all the people who bust their butt for greater causes, like aid workers? I'm sure that $25,000 a show can be better spent somewhere else. Hmm, well you know what they say, "Only in America."

Btw, anyone know of any cheap deals to the US, gimme a buzz, cheers!

The Weeblog

Disgust. Confusion. Bewilderment.

Yes people, I have just re-read my last two posts and I apologise for the sombre, sombre style they were written in. I guess I could've gotten the message across in a more upbeat tone, but I must've been on something. Maybe I've had a bit of what Chops has had to eat. (Hehe "man, that guy is deep!")

With nothing much to pine on about, I can say that golf is quickly becoming a burning passion of mine. I smacked about 150 balls over 2 hours at the Bulleen Driving Range today with Chops and boy did that feel good. I guess I've enjoyed myself other times when I've been, but this time was different mainly because we bought a driver and a 7-iron! Boys with their toys, Chops and I couldn't wait to get out there, so we got out there and how satisfying it is to own your own "weapon." Excellent. Another reason I thoroughly enjoyed myself was because I think I'm getting better! I can hit the ball cleanly more consistently and I've managed, for the most part, to lose the ugly right curve on the ball. Now hopefully I can transfer that on the course, coz hitting balls on the nice flat mats at the driving range isn't the same as hacking away through thick grass on the course.

Meanwhile, I have also noticed that this is the 3rd Saturday I will have written in here in a row. Which makes me think that I have writer's block or something. I seriously cannot think of anything substantial to write anymore. I guess I should revert back to my silly, silly ways and write crazy rubbish. Just like the explanation for the title of this entry, "The Weeblog". Well if you thought that I was a wee bit over-zealous in my love for the Scottish accent, then no, coz that's just not quite stupid enough, but rather, it's because of my consistent weekly ramblings, like a "weekly blog". Hahahahahahahahaha...ahhh I kill me...hehehe ok that's enough of that.

"...back to the old school,
This is how we do it!"

Australian Open 2005

It's a damp Saturday morning and John Doe is awakened by the sound of a garbage truck barging by at 6am in the morning. He wipes the dew off his face and sits upright on the park bench, his bed for the night. Lucky for him it's the middle of January and it wasn't too cold, but the soft rain last night woke up the arthritis in his shoulders. He then felt a light drop of rain on his forehead. Picking up his belongings, he walked briskly out of Flagstaff Gardens and proceeded south into the inner CBD.

John's search proved fruitless until all the way in Little Collins St. The back of the Centrepoint arcade was dead quiet and there was no sign of life yet. He settled just at the foot of the entrance and fell straight back to sleep.

"Oi, you can't sleep there mate." a deep voiced trembled. John woke up to find a security guard shooing him away, whilst opening up the arcade. Feeling hungry, he felt into his pockets and fished out some coins. Looks like he might have to forego food again. Nonetheless, John's day has begun.

Knowing it's a Saturday, John is counting on people to spend their time in the city. After a few hours of walking the streets, looking for any opportunities to hassle people for change or get free goods that he can resell, the sudden frenzied activity around Bourke St. Mall tells him it's lunch time. Today, he decides to target Hungry Jacks in Bourke St. Mall.

"Two dollar, two dollar? Two dollar, two dollar?" comes the monotonous chant.
"'Ey man, I got nothing, fully. I need my money" the delinquent justifies. He stumbles towards the counter and says loudly, "I've got gold coins man! Hey! Gold coins..."
John looks with envy at the shiny gold currency in the man's hands. He then remembers his own need and turns to a woman with kids.
"Two dollar, two dollar? Two dollar, two dollar?"

I walk down the escalators of Hungry Jacks, Bourke St. Mall, neurotically checking my phone every few steps. I only have a 20 minute break and the security guard took ages to find my bag. I would have to shove that Whopper down quick. I see a long line at the counter and before thinking a curse word in my head, I hear some derro druggie shouting at the Hungry Jacks staff. I then manage to comprehend what he's saying and realise he's just offering gold coins in place of notes. Then I hear, "Two dollar, two dollar?" coming from a man in an orange jacket. He was a bum asking a woman for money, probably to feed his drug habit.
"No, he's at Hungry Jacks, maybe he wants money for food." I correct myself. I roll my eyes because I see him coming towards me, his eyes targeting mine. I look away but the sneaky bastard comes round the other side.
"Two do..."
"No, no two dollar," I interrupt. He quickly sees that I have no time for this friendly encounter so he leaves to bother the girl behind me. I shook my head at the disgrace, even though I felt guilt through the knowledge that I had a $20 note sitting in my wallet. So, I reasoned that technically I wasn't lying.

I buy my food and sit down to eat. The little girl behind me was now complaining to her parents about the poor man who asked her for $2. Her parents are a little shocked and "tsk tsk" away, but are understanding and go to buy the food which had been originally the girl's task. While trying to eat quickly, I thought about the impact that man would have had on people's lives. Most people, including me, would just be repulsed at the time, pass the event off as another story to tell your friends about encountering a bum and leave it at that.

Should I have given him $2? Should I have at least had the courtesy to let him finish his sentence and tell him nicely, no. Should I even be blogging about this, using this forum as an attempt to alert other people to the danger of bums? Truth be told, I have not put much thought into it. On one hand, this guy could have been a real struggler and could have done a lot with the two dollars. On the other, he could've just been another junkie looking to finance his next hit. The fact of the matter is, I don't know his situation, I don't know if he's even homeless. But what I do know is that I try and learn from every lesson. I know I always complain about things, I'm often picky, fussy and pedantic. But do I remember a fundamental lesson I learnt when I was young? "Look not at what you don't have, but what you do have."

It'll be foolish of me to expect to constantly follow and remember wise advice but I hope to do the best I can. I've been fortunate enough to have the basics; sanitation, money and food. I've been lucky to have a supportive family and a network of friends. I've been blessed to know about and consequently having a relationship with God. I hope I always realise this and be thankful, but I know I'm far from perfect and instead of remembering life's lessons through unwanted experiences and sharing them for the betterment of friends, I will most likely talk about the tennis season and probably the only thing existing in my memory from today was that I saw Steffi Graf shopping at David Jones .

Howdy stranger!

It feels like a very long time since I have last posted here, mainly because new blogs are popping up everywhere and I spend all my "blog time" reading rather than actually posting! I know of four new blogs that have just begun, namely Chops, Julz, Sanji and Benny's, and they all post very frequently, which makes me feel as if I've been neglecting my blog!

Anyway, this new-found passion of theirs for blogging is, as I've been told, borne from the word "proactive". Now, this has arisen from their new year's resolution to be more outgoing, involved and for lack of a better word, "not CBF". I can totally agree with that though, I think many people our age have fallen into a rut of being too apathetic and nonchalant about anything, just because we're in the middle of nowhere. I mean, we've finished school, so we're not really kids anymore, but then again we're not quite working folk, or self supporting yet either. We're still studying at uni, but it's not quite the same as high school where everyone was part of a big group where we rebelled against the institution that is school. One of the things you learn at uni is that even though you've got your social circle and whatnot, eventually you'll take your own different paths and will be split up by different courses, specialisations and subjects. The camraderie isn't quite the same where something funny happens in a class and everyone's there to share it. We're kind of on the cusp of being both teenagers and adults, and I think that this uncertainty has forced us to sit and wait to be categorised. I believe that it's this waiting that has made us all so "CBF".

Tonight I was watching the "Reach Out To Asia" simulcast on the three premier television stations. I was so touched by the amount of generosity of Australians, in time, in support and in helping fund the relief effort in the affected countries. It was also a pleasure to see the fusion of celebrities you don't normally see mixing together (one bit had Rove, Eddie McGuire and Daryl Somers on the same panel together...for me that was an interesting experiment!). The main thing I wanted to draw from this event, was the involvement of so many people, their tireless effort and enthusiasm. I think this is a shining example of what we should take heed of, we should try to be more passionate about our last years before our freedom is revoked by the working world. Ring up a friend you haven't talked to in ages to have a friendly chat, ask someone you haven't seen for a while out to lunch, even take up a new sport to socialise more (haha...golf!), but above all, be spirited in what you do and please, don't be a stranger.

Welcome 2005!

Wow, what a year 2004 was, what a last night of 2004 I had. While I didn't get s**tfaced or stoned [why would I anyway??? ;)] I spent my 31st December with my friends bbq'ing, playing, laughing, bitching, mind reading and waiting over an hour for Sam to get out of the damn toilet.

I'm not going to go into great detail outlining what happened that night because I only have a few highlights, comparatively speaking, from a generally great night. Henry's massive "balloon phallus" was an amusing sight, while the "Julz running to hug Steve, only to realise there was a window in between and going face first into it" incident would take the cake for being the most hilarious. While Julz does have a tendency to do these kinds of things even when he's sober, he had a valid excuse in being probably the most inebriated of anyone that night. For me, being a co-host of the party, my night actually ended when the last group of people, namely Ben, Chops, Frank and Sanji left at 8:30am New Year's day.

Through Ann's fried chicken wings, Dave's fireworks, Frank's innocence, Nam's phone, Chops' jelly bean throwing, Julz's loud bitching, Ben's PS2, Sanji's "Vodka", Tam's melon salad, Henry's card tricks, Anna's organising and the use of her aunty's house and a host of other minutiae none of the fun would have been possible. So a big thank you goes out to everyone who took the time to come and see in the new year with us!

I didn't get the chance to ask everyone what they had in store for 2005, their hopes and any resolutions. My personal new year's resolution is to not be lazy, one of my more stubborn habits. I read a book recently which proposed the idea of each individual having different characters within them, for example, a samaritan, a loyal friend, a liar, an entrepreneur, a miser. It suggested that our overall character was made up of which characters we chose from within us. My hope for this year is that we all decide upon the right characters, particularly as most of us are finishing university and closing one chapter in our lives and beginning another. Whatever path each of us decide to choose, I just hope we all enjoy doing so because life's too short to not to have fun. Happy 2005!