konichiwa

Have some imported Japanese banana cake, with a complimentary non-edible oxygen removing sachet..




So the other day I accidentally came to read a text message on my boyfriend's cell phone from one of his best friends which has had me basically trying to break this going-nowhere-and-doing-so-slowly relationship since. I should have confronted him straight away of course, which I was too shocked to do, and after a bit of consoling retail therapy it just seemed too late. Damned nice jeans and an awesome top though, in retrospect.

It just feels so empty when you realize that a person whom you've devoted the better of four months to doesn't even respect you and as of late is mainly burrowing himself in work and making up excuses not to see you. Enough on that topic, I've been over it for too long already and can't be bothered to elaborate. All I need is a quick fix to break this chain that's been tying me down too long. And the actual coinciding of these two ships in the night as we're mainly outside shouting distance.. Telling someone that you feel inadequate and redundant and that the both of you will probably be better off with another prefix than 'relation' to the 'ship' (though at the moment I can't see much future in even having any kinds of relations..) is something that I don't want to do in any other form than in person.

Other news.. Finally I got my computer back from repairs; Apple took their sweet 5 weeks of time repairing it, and I gave them some pretty interesting feedback scores in their web survey. As if they'll care anyhow. It's quite fascinating to see how absorbed and dependent I really was of this machine. Without it I actually was getting up at six in the morning and going to the gym, feeling fresh and great. First day back and it's already 2AM. I know this situation just all too well..

I've also just got four more days left at work before heading to Japan for two weeks and then home to Norway for five awesome weeks of holidays..! I'm so excited I might've soiled my pants. I'll try and visit some family friends in Hiroshima, but not sure if I'll be able to make it all the way there. trying to find some bullet trains now, apparently it takes about five hours or so on to hiroshima, 894.2km's from Tokyo. Not that crazily impressive high speed as the French TGV i caught about ten years ago did 310k's an hour, but still - good name for a train.

I've also been one week in Tassie, or Tasmania, bicycling for the last week with a friend from the office. Beautiful nature, lots of roadkill and plenty of head wind. Good to get to know people in a situation outside the office environment, particularly people who you have conversations you feel challenge you and make you consider your own standings as a man. In the highly rare unlikelihood that he should come across this blog; thanks R-train for an awesome trip, you pretty much made my year! (Japan still to come though, you're up for some competition..)

Love your local train station:

All over the place

Yes, people are tagging 'happy' all over the place in Carlton, Fitzroy and Collingwood. I think someone might be thinking of me. :)

Still happy, still living and loving!

I'm still here Ty. :p

I want to live in the 30's

Today I went to see the art deco exhibition with A Boy, and it was pretty awesome. They had a beautiful, red 30's Mercedes Convertible standing at the entrance that would gulp 30 liters of petrol per 100k's, which anyhow is about the same as the standard consumption for any aussie vehicle today so I can't see why they had to point that out. Wonderful to see how technology moves forward! Would have been pretty sweet to have lived in that era; jazz, foxtrot, zeppeliners and oppression.. Check out the sweet dance style The Big Apple from the 30's.

Yesterday I went walking with Doc D and Sunray's hyperactive and demanding dog that he was babysitting while Sunny was up in the country. Along the way we saw two things that I found pretty hilarious: a) male pram jogger with bad sloppy tights and twins, stacked in the pram b) gothers going to KFC in the afternoon.

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Today it is a whole new day, actually, it's already Monday night, and I haven't even bothered to finish off yesterday's posting. I'm such a lazy whore. Get my shit together. Go to the gym. Eat fresh. Have hot sex. Find the man of my dreams. Have great friends. Be succsessful. Have plenty of sparetime to relax and wander around the house in trackies and watch clueless and cook amazing meals. Life's such a contradicting bitch.

Didn't get to go to the gym tonight as I had to finish up some work, but went for dinner with Doc D and Sunray instead at my favourite Korean place, Goshen, on Smith street. Will try and get up fairly early tomorrow and go for a run before work. Local time now 1.55AM. T minus 5.05 and we have lift-off.

While doing this I have been dreaming of getting Flying Lotus' album Los Angeles which I listened to at the record store today while searching for a soundtrack. But now that I've heard more than the two, apparently, best tracks I'm a bit uncertain. Will have to read up on it before purchasing. Broadcast's "Haha Sounds" seems sweet though, and the same for the Midnight Juggernauts "Dystopia".

Lovely day

Last night I had a couple of revelations: a) I have no willpower b) I have no sound economical judgement c) I'm desperate when I'm drunk d) but not that desperate e) I must move to the burbs.

After seeing a couple of the vids on Losertube I'm having second thoughts about the last one. What was I thinking, really.

What not to do when at an architecture master's exhibition:

- Don't try to overintellectualize your conversation. They are always smarter and more sober than you, and you'll just end up inventing new words and slurring them in the process coming off as a drunk cunt, which you probably are anyhow

- Don't kick the models. It's tempting, but just suck your genitalia into your body cavity and have a nice tall champagne flute of keep on walking

- Don't hide the greasy chicken skewers you just devoured in the presentation model you're standing next to

- Don't lift small people onto the models. They won't fit even though they might appear to be at 1:25 scale

- Don't comment on the work to hot strangers, cause the project you just axed as naïve and unresh'olved is probably theirs. Be nice or you gets no booty rooty

- Don't stare at the hot guy in the tight red t-shirt commenting loudly to your friends 'I think he's G-A-Y'

- Don't take two bottles of red for the road. You'll end up being too drunk when you get to the next venue to get in. Swaying and pointing the bottle (bottles..?) at the bouncer to underline your sobriety does probably not improve your case.

Today I awoke to the sound of bird twitter and the sensation of a sandstorm having blown through my mouth. Then the Accompanist called who, if possible, sounded like he had had an even more massive night than me, ending up upstairs at Sircuit watching Kate Blanchett in the non-porn movie room. The poor thing was hung over and on the tram homewards (I think) when a freaking chinese marching band, horns chirping out of tune and drums outta control banging, walked past and held up the tram. What a nightmare that must have been for someone who's a professional musician. He hung up.

I just found a note in my back pocket from the DJ at the Workshop bar from last night with the address to his blog where they've posted some cool mixtapes and stuff. They do an awesome job live, and I think I actually tried a while ago to hook him up with my best friend.

Go away

Detox failed miserably tonight. I couldn't resist red wine, and after red wine, a Mojito and GTs came naturally. Later an aussie souvlaki went down. Not the healthies night, but hey, I've seen way worse. Here are today's shots.

What is it all about anyhow

Gonna keep it short and sweet today. Will meet A Boy again on Sunday, this time for a cultural date. I've decided life is too short not to enjoy it, and if nothing else, atleast we're building a friendship. And seeing an art deco exhibition.

Here's what the awesome protective glasses look like. Will try and make a shot inside the chamber the next time, being in there feels a bit like being in a Justin Timberlake video, minus the hot well coreographed background dancers. Note to self, bring ipod for enhanced experience.



Here's the cover of Para One's sweet hard electro album. Next time I go out I'm getting zink colours and doing that to my face. There's not enough self expression in the world.



Listening to Kanye West's "Drunk and hot girls" made me sort of depressed, so we jumped to Us3's Cantaloop (flip fantasia) from the Hand on the torch album for a little uplifting boogie before I realized I was in a sort of warm-cozy mood and landed on Khonnor's Handwriting album, and particularly the track "a little secret" and the magnificent, rich and dreamy "blindness bats". If it were a landscape it be Iceland relocated to Mars with the early morning sun shimmering in the vapor trails coming off lush hills and hitting crystal clear lakes with a thousand icebergs gently floating around. What else? Yes, Vaalia's Berry Blast yoghurt. Love Vaalia's yoghurt that actually has the taste and texture of what yoghurt is supposed to be. And now call your mum and tell her how much she means to you. And yoga in six hours... How about a relaxing lifestyle huh?

And how about some exploding whale? Check out the first related video. How ironic that should come up as the most related video to whale blubber.. When talking about whales, check out the poor beached Kiwi bro.

Holiday

After yesterday's massage session my body has just gone completely hiwire. I've been stupid fatigued and not of much use today. Woke up at 8.30, but wasn't really feeling like getting up and finally rocked up at work at 10.30. After work I had vietnamese chicken pho; soup, with a friend before choir practice, where I completely crashed. My friend drove me home half way through it, and I ended up soaking in the bath for 45 minutes. Haven't done that for a couple of years I think. While soaking I had two bixit wheat biscuits and sent two texts.

My plans of having a detox month after last nights session lasted about 15 hours. Hot chocolate is such a killer. To me, it's what bacon is to vegetarians; the one thing that makes them turn to the dark side. I was pretty good up until then though and had heaps of fruit (strawberries, pear, dried paw paw, mandarin, grapes and a grenadine apple), dark rye bread, nuts and water. Maybe not all is lost after all. I'll become a better person tomorrow.. (reminds me of one of Jurassic 5's tracks about change, but hell if I can remember the name.)

While doing this I've been listening to Billie Holiday's God bless the child, chatting to friends on MSN, browsing broocees bower's last snaps and getting a live report from a friend at home having his third in a couple of hours of my favourite ice cream. I usually enjoy the last bit the most, that and the very much anticipated first bite, while he enjoys the middle part more as it's just more of it. I get upset when I finish a chocolate bar, or whatever really, without realizing it's the last bit of it as I really savour that part. Anyhow, me feeling like a holiday somewhere warm.

Today's most awesome purchase: hot water flask in black and white checkered felt cover, $4.95.