After Party
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Wow it’s been awhile since I blogged, I think I was just really uncredibly tired from last week, I mean for frak’s sake it was like one thing after another, in 40 degree heat no less. Not to mention how badly my wallet suffered, literally not figuratively–though I could stand to tighten my belt.
Anywho, what’s been happening lately, aside from being offline a lot more than before, which is doing me wonders, I’ve noticed that I’ve lost one of my quirks. I don’t notice the seemingly insignificant little things about the world around me any more.
A lot of you who have spent significant amounts of time around me would probably remember doing this a LOT, much to the chagrin of others. Who knows, maybe the little autist in me’s just on holiday and’ll come back with the new uni year.
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While I’m not really noticing the little things, I am noticing a few big things, MY PEN—, I just couldn’t resist… Anywho, I’ve noticed that moderation is not really something that the fates weaved throughout my life. for some reason I’ve always gone from über highs one day to be followed by über lows the next; full schedule this week, yet totally barren after; total dry spell one month, unbelievably action-packed the next, and the list goes on.
I’m sure that if yo think of things on average, it probably balances out, but seriously, it is tiring and makes it near umpossible to plan out how I’m gonna use what extra money I have left after expenses, which is surprisingly a pretty good amount.
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Also, while I’ve been losing one of my quirks, I seem to have gained a few more to make up for it. One, I’ve been putting arbitrary, non-whole numbers into idioms for some reason for example, instead of;
That is so wrong on so many levels!
I’ve seem to have been saying
That is wrong on exactly three and a half levels
Another, I’ve been making some strange analogies lately. One that really sticks out in my mind right now is this on;
They are so mellow they make chamomile tea look like a raving lunatic
And lastly, eversince I watched The Devil Wears Prada, whenever I’m angry my thoughts come out in this flippin English accent, damn you Michael Bublé’s girlfriend!!
Trials And Tribulations of Living Away From Home
The title isn’t really accurate, coz my new place is home now, not my parents’ house, but Trials And Tribulations of Living Away From Your Parents sounds really sissy.
Anywho, people have been asking about how I can actually move out, considering I’m still 17, and the fact that I seem really immature.
- Well, first, I’m not immature, much, not when it comes to taking care of myself and others anyway. My interests and manner may seem immature, but that’s it.
- The lease is signed under Guin’s name and I’ll either sign a sub-lease or add my name to the lease when I turn 18, whichever will be less hassle. Guin doesn’t really care that I’m only 17, she herself moved out at 17 to go to college
- I can afford to move out because I have to jobs, one at SBS radio which pays really well for the hours I do (four hours of work takes care of the week’s rent), and a got myself at the Gloria Jeans down the road.
- I am quite frugal when it comes to money, I worked out a personal budget even before I moved out and a household budget the day I met Guin. With the budget I worked out, I’m enjoying a surplus of $65ish/week surplus after giving %10 contingency money for all household expenses.
The biggest expense we’ve had so far was furniture. Since I couldn’t bring any furniture from Noble because my parents wanted me to stay there at least once a week, we had to buy all our furniture. I know this could very easily be uncredibly cheap, I decided that this was one thing on which I could splurge for the new place. We furnished the whole place with IKEA, well except Cam’s room. I think he’d rather do that himself, and we didn’t budget enough. We spent Wednesday putting together all our furniture.
House-warming has been postponed until mid-February when Cam’ll be with us. Sorry if you were hoping to come see the place sooner, but you can call and visit.
Haven’t Set Anything On Fire Yet
So YAY for me!!
It’s been a week pretty much since I moved to my new place.
Mum’s been calling me like everyday asking if she needed to send someone over with extra food and stuff, which is kinda funny because I’m actually doing really well when it comes to food. I mean that I’m having real proper food and not just egg and Indomie (eww) three times a day. Hell I’m even starting to drink milk again.
But anywho, for those of you who haven’t heard (I doubt any has really seeing as my parents are in Indo and I myself haven’t really told anyone), I’ve moved out.
It’s this nice place on St Kilda Rd, between Toorak Rd and Commercial Rd. I’m sharing the place with the most awesomest BCom student this side of the Yarra, Guin (Guinevere but she hates that name, I think it’s nice) and soon her long-lost step-adopted brother (I’ll explain later) Cameron-Mitchell (I swear I pretty much chocked on my Milo when she said that name and unless you watch Stargate, you wouldn’t get it).
Anyhow, this is pretty much how it happened. I already told my parents that I wanted to move out this year, they obviously freaked, and laughed at me, considering I’m not even old enough to hire a toboggan at Mt. Buller. So I did the most obvious thing you could. I pulled out an awesome PowerPoint Presentation.
A heartfelt speech and a million compromises later they agreed, with a few conditions of course, including that I would not borrow money from them, having enough in my savings account to have at least $400 left over after the initial costs of renting out a flat; deposits, payments and bonds and crap, that I stay on the east-side, and that I come home at least once a week.
That was all a before new years. I kinda forgot about it afterwards, I thought it’d be one of the many things I would set out to start but never accomplish. Then I saw this ad on Craiglist, you see I cruise around Craiglist when I’m bored… damn… that sounded bad… anywho, yeah, Craiglist, Guin and Cam had posted an ad on UK Craiglist looking for people who will be studying in Melbourne for their undergraduate years to be flatmates with, I think they were surprised when someone who was actually from Melbourne replied.
So we got talking, thank-you Yahoo Messenger, about how much we were willing to pitch in for rent and got ourselves a nice maximum price and I directed them to Melbourne real estate sites and I did preliminary inspections while they looked for the places from jolly old England.
Guin finally came down a fortnight ago and stayed with a friend of her aunt’s until we moved into our place. During her first week we looked at the finalist flats (we had a top three by then), did all the paperwork and made all the arrangements for us to move in by that Saturday, exactly a week ago.
Damn… look at how much I wrote… this post was actually meant to be about my first week living away from home… fuck it, I’ll talk about it later.
I’ll post pics of the place once find my phone USB cable… damn boxes, should’ve written what was in each box before I dragged them here…
Hypocrite
Awhile ago, someone called me a hypocrite.
That really pissed me off. I am many things, good and bad, but I am not a hypocrite.
A while ago, a friend of mine made this pledge to himself to be a better Muslim after his father passed away. No drinking, no “hooking up” with girls and general abstaining from sin. He was doing pretty well, not an easy feat considering the life he used to lead, that is until a few days ago. Things started to go wrong for him, it was one thing after another. Long story short, he was in a pretty bad place.
His way of fixing things was to drink himself stupid. I knew that this would get him into trouble. Even if it didn’t he would seriously regret it afterwards.
Being the good friend that I am, I told him not to get smashed. I told him that it’d be better to drown his miseries in a violent videogame or something.
His reaction was to call me a hypocrite. He said that my telling him not to drink was some religious crap I was trying to push him into and that I didn’t deserve to talk about religion since I myself do indulge in alchohol and some other things that a few I know would frown upon.
The truth is, I couldn’t give a fuck what it says in the Qur’an, or what some old people told me at the mosque. I was telling him not to drink because I knew that he would regret it, and I don’t want him to do anything that he would regret.
I believe that the best rules a person can follow are the rules that they set for themselves. Not some rules created by a big brother figure.
This is because if you do break these rules, it’s not the judgement of some disembodied voice that you must face, but your own judgement.
You must face the guilt.
Assumptions
Haven’t been blogging lately, so I decided that this is probably a good time to start again.
Lately, I’ve been thinking about the assumptions people make about me, that I’m like this quiet reserved kid, that I’m über straight-edge and have never set a foot out of line, that I’m just a naïve little, immature kid who wouldn’t know anything about the “real world” or even that I’m religious!?
All of these, especially that last one, are seriously untrue. I get really offended whenever someone makes an unfounded and shallow assumption about me. Still, most of the time, most assumptions people make about me, however shallow aren’t totally baseless.
Being the compulsive liar and compartmentaliser I am, I tend to… project certain personalities and characteristics around certain people. So basically, most of the assumptions that people make about me are pretty much my own fault. I guess to an extent, I probably wanted those people to make those assumptions.
In essence, the point of this post is, if you see me acting a certain way don’t be so quick to judge, I’m not a one-dimensional charater from some stupid Khaled Hosseini novel. There are more side to my personality than most experts would deem to be healthy.
Problems With The Worlds
I seem to have a different personality for every “life” I lead. Not just in the way i act, but in the way I think too, for example, in my home and school lives I’d probably think twice about pushing people over the edge and crossing lines, on the other hand whenever I’m out on one of those nights, I would push people over the edge jus for the hell of it.
Having these different personalities has its advantages. For one, it makes my lies seem a lot more believable. Reading and manipulating people become a lot easier. And it really helps in keeping up whatever image I’m trying to portray.
But it does have it’s downfalls. Usually I automatically switch back and forth between personalities pretty easily, but sometimes when I’m a bit tired or a bit… fuzzy in the head, I can’t switch back and forth between personalities that fast.
If that happens, people, from whom I would like to hide parts of my personality, end up seeing glimpses of the less savoury parts of my personality…
But anywho… meh I’ve made it my resolution to disolve all, well most of, my barriers and really be myself… in I think 2 years time would be a good schedule, there are a few things that will rock the boat when they come out..
Messing With Long-Lost Friends
A couple of girls called me today.
I know them.
We hadn’t talked in ages
We had a… wierd… conversation.
I decided to have a bit of fun with them.
Anywho, after a long they called me for some reason.
I pretended to not know who they were.
I told them I remembered everything I knew that had some connection to them, where we last met, what happened there, what we ate for lunch, stuff like that.
I told them I remembered everything except for them.
It’s fun messing with people <(^_^)>
In Retrospect + Why I Don’t Myspace
I just read over my last couple of posts… and I feel ashamed.
They’re worse than those awful non-sensical Youtube comments. I sincerely apologise to those who read them… however little your numbers may be.
Now on to today’s post <(^_^)>
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I recently wondered if should start Myspacing of Facebooking, since a hell of a lot of my friends do. Then I remembered why I don’t do social networking websites.
I have friends whom I would rather some others not know about. I’m sure you guys have figured out who you are by now. It’s not that I’m ashamed of you guys or anything.
Please don’t think that.
You guys are awesome. It’s just that this could cause a lot of drama. drama which would not be very convenient right now. Not just for me but for people I care about too.
Most people out there would know me as a pretty straight-edge guy who has a problem with being way too apathetic about the things around him.
If people start talking, then I might just be outed…
so that is my reason for not Myspacing… too many secrets, too easily revealed.
Finding Myself
I’m sure I’ve mentioned my identity crisis somewhere in this blog, well I think it might be over.
I’ve found out who I am, and I must say.. I am fun.
Am I a nice guy?
Probably not.
Will people like who I am?
Most.. I guess..
But who cares, seriously.
I’ve decided not to even try and keep up appearances anymore.
I’ll just be… Me
Can’t be stuffed with a big announcement but… This is for me, not anyone else, so stuff’em.
