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Updated: 2018-03-07T02:35:44.570+11:00

 



It's Been A While.

2008-03-06T12:01:05.193+11:00

My trip to Jakarta was one of the worst 5 week periods of my life. But considering I don't usually count my life in five week chunks means that its not saying much. But nevertheless, its a period that has left me hollow inside, like something just disappeared and left me empty.

I try to fill it everyday, but so far I have had nothing but failure.



WHY THE FUCK--

2008-01-14T16:04:02.007+11:00

DOES MY CALF MUSCLE HAVE TO SNAP ON THE DAY OF MY LAST KENDO TRAINING
BEFORE GOING BACK TO JAKARTA FOR 5 WEEKS?

FUCK!



Arsenal 1 - 1 Tottenham (Yes I Know Its Late (The Thing About Arsenal's Young Guns)).

2008-01-12T23:14:53.648+11:00

Is that every time I watch them play, dazzled by their skill and determination, I can't help but remember that some of these guys are at least a year younger than me. I love them to death, I really do, but the fact that these teenagers (probably still going through puberty) are wearing an Arsenal jersey and playing for the team that I have loved for over a decade just get me all jealous. Hell, if I ever met any of them in real life, I would probably compliment (read: drool all over) them while I hold down their wind pipe as they slowly choke.

Lucky bastards.



It Was Fun While It Lasted.

2008-01-11T10:16:37.199+11:00

Nothing good lasts forever, and I know that it was only a matter of time before we had to end it. I just wish that we had more time with each other.

I shall miss you having-the-apartment-all-to-my-self-thus-allowing-me-to-move-the-
bed-and-iMac-into-the-living-room.



Nutjob Of The Week.

2008-01-10T15:02:53.061+11:00

Shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite.

Well I guess it's inevitable now. I really do have to go back to Jakarta. Sure, it's only for a few weeks, but that hell-hole just brings up too many bad memories. The thing that I'm afraid of the most though, is that if I have a mental break down, which I'm sure will happen within the first week, I'll be completely vulnerable. No Shrink to help me, no bedroom with 9 short boxes worth of comics to hide behind, no iMac, no friends that I can talk to (that already know the full story), no broadband internet, no cable tv, thus no Daily Show or Colbert Report, no swimming pool, no Kendo, and there'll be no Cat. There won't be a lump of Ginger fur waiting for me in my bed, no attention hungry monster to keep me company. Everything (except for a certain someone stranded in Qatar) is here in Melbourne. Jakarta is no longer home for me.

Shit.



Welcome Back.

2008-01-08T17:01:32.301+11:00

Today, after 68 days of being deprived of my source of funnies, the dynamic duo are back! Only one thing left to do now: count down the seconds remaining.

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In other news, today is the 3 year anniversary of Yasmin and me (I don't give a toot if I didn't word that correctly). How do we do it? Well I'm usually too doped up while she calls most (read: 99.99999999999999999%) of the shots.

Woohoo!



Burnley 0 - 2 Arsenal

2008-01-07T22:50:40.888+11:00

To be honest, the match didn't surprise me. Burnley put up a hell of a fight and were playing better during large patches of the game. The red card seemed harsh, but I'm not going to turn down such an advantage. The two goals showed the ability of one Eduardo and the potential of young Bendtner. Time to get ready for the derby on Thursday.

You can tell I'm half asleep while writing this, can't you?



This Week In Comics (2008/01/02).

2008-01-06T22:48:47.634+11:00

My one-comic-pile summed up this week perfectly, slow and small, compared to the gigantic bang that ended 2007. But having said that, the epilogue of The Resurrection Of Ra's Al Ghul closed the chapter on another Batman story. Sure, the whole crossover seemed quite quiet and uneventful, especially with The Sinestro Corps War raging on over in the Green Lantern books, but I can feel something bubbling underneath the surface. It just seems like the final pieces
of the gigantic game of chess that is Final Crisis is being put into place.

It's just too bad that Countdown couldn't be this good.



Why Summer Sucks #1.

2008-01-05T17:40:30.777+11:00

No, its not the blistering heat that by now mush have shed at least 5kg off my tubby body. It's the fact that the chafing caused on the the inner thighs is making it almost unbearable to walk. I'm tempted to don on my hakama and walk around with my feet at shoulder width. I seriously need to get an AC in my apartment. Or move to a new apartment with an AC.

And then blast all that cold air on surrounding areas affected by the chafing.



In Arsène We Trust!

2008-01-04T15:53:23.211+11:00

"To give absolutely everything I have, every bit of energy to make this Club successful, and make this team successful, because I feel it's a pleasure to work with the team and they give absolutely everything as well, so I want to give everything to make this team successful."
- Arsène Wenger's new years resolution for 2008.

If Wenger can do it, then so can I. So for once, here is a sincere attempt:

1) At the very least sustain a Credit average for the first semester.
2) Turn that Credit average into a Distinction average for the second semester.
3) Be more healthy (this means both food and exercise).
4) Manage my money better.
5) Last but by no means least, be an even better boyfriend/bell-boy to Yasmin.

Put $100 down for me breaking 3 of those resolutions before mid-year.



Funny Stuff.

2008-01-03T10:16:10.485+11:00

(image) Newsweek 31/12/2007 - 07/01/2008, pg78.


Took the words right out of my mouth.



Arsenal 2 - 0 West Ham

2008-01-06T22:49:54.778+11:00

To be quite honest, the second half was a bit of a snooze. The first was entertaining, especially with a goal being netted before I even had enough time to get my ass comfy on the couch. But one thing that that I realize about the current generation of players is that they are more than capable to score goals from long balls and not just intricate passing (which has been overused in recent history).

I need to sleep now.



Happy New Year?

2008-01-01T00:18:55.902+11:00

It's 2008 and I didn't even realise until 15 minutes into it. Lame? Not really. I hate going out at night, even if it is fucking New Years. Batman would be so dissapointed.

He would have wanted me running around in latex fighting bad guys 'till the wee hours of the morning.



Everton 1 - 4 Arsenal

2008-01-06T22:50:57.452+11:00

That score does not in anyway reflect the sort of game played. It was scruffy, physical, and lots of starts and stops accompanying the many cards handed out. Bendtner's sending off shows that careless tackles (e.g. the one that landed his first yellow), really do bite you in the arse. It's such a shame, especially after the Dane's winning goal against Spurs last week showed everyone his potential. Give him time, and the kid (he's a year younger than me so I have the right to call him "kid") will surely kick ass.

But having said that, IT SURE DOES FEEL FUCKING GOOD TO BE AT THE TOP OF THE TABLE AGAIN.

(PS: Thank you West Ham for beating M.U.)



Question.

2007-12-30T06:22:15.369+11:00

Who would win in a game of hide and seek: Jason Bourne VS Dog The Bounty Hunter?

What? Too soon?



Arsenal 1 - 0 Chelsea (Fuck Ashley Cole).

2007-12-30T06:27:36.247+11:00

Ashley, you are a poor excuse not just for a footballer but also for a half-decent human being. You unnecessarily pushed another man in the throat, and to be honest, you looked pathetic rolling on the ground faking an injury after being able to walk to that particular spot just fine. Whats the matter tranny? Afraid that the ref saw what you did? I hope action is taken against you. I hope you get a suspension. I hope your fake dick falls off. I hope your dog then mistakes it as a tasty treat and devour it on your bed as you lay there next to your tranny wife. Or better yet, I hope your tranny wife mistakes the fallen fake dick and cooks it for breakfast. Or maybe you can go suck on it. Yeah, go suck yourself .

Fuck you, tranny.

PS: WE WON BITCH!



Royally Fucked.

2007-12-12T13:09:15.766+11:00

You know those stupid and most often cheesy sci-fi movies where the scientist screws up because he or she forgot to carry over the 1? Well I never thought I'd be saying this buy I have just been royally fucked, no, make that royally gagged, raped, and sold as a slave by the same idiotic mistake. I believe right now I'm on the way to be auctioned off at the corner of Idiotsville and Little Brains Street.

If you see a dude tied up to the streetlight dressed in raggedy clothes, thats me.



Funny Stuff.

2007-12-10T11:04:06.924+11:00

Golf is such a slow-paced "sport" (yeah thats right, I'm not quite ready to refer to golf as a sport just yet) that the commentators had enough time to debate if the horned animals in the distance were bulls or some other creature.

I pissed myself laughing when I heard that.



LAME!

2007-12-08T08:12:00.408+11:00

I'm am so fucking sick of all the top ten goal segments of football shows. Why? Because all they ever show is goals shot from outside the box, traveling at near warp-drive speeds. Sure, when it's your team that scores a goal like that in the last minute of a derby game it can make you scream at the top of your lungs, loud enough to wake up a whole apartment building. Once in a while it's OK to show these scorchers, but to have 8 out of the 10 goals of the week to all be like that? It bores me to tears! Where's the goals that requires intricate passing, or a superb through-ball that gives the keeper no chance in a 1-on-1 situation with the striker? WHERE THE FUCK IS THE BEAUTY? IT IS CALLED THE B-E-A-U-TIFUL GAME! NOT THE WHO CAN PISS THE LONGEST GAME!

LAME!



Him again?

2007-11-06T20:41:43.195+11:00

Holy-mother-of-fuck, Ferguson needs to shut his pie hole. He hasn't been on my nerves as much in the past few years, but thats only cause Mourinho was in the EPL to keep him company. Now that "The Special One" is gone that bitch is looking for other people to pick on. He's slowly morphing into that cliched, stereotyped, image of a cranky old grandpa who doesn't like it when kids run on their lawn.

Mind you, I'm not just saying this 'cause I'm an Arsenal fan. If Wenger was yapping off too much I'd tape that mouth of his shut, faster than my cat can shed fur all over my girlfriend's new jeans.

But seriously, shut the fuck up Fergie.



Reflections: Kendo

2007-11-02T10:03:30.277+11:00

There are two things that I realize about Kendo and why it is become such an important part of my life in such a short time.

Firstly, is the fact that I approach it, or at least the preparation for training in a very ritualistic way. I try to shower, to clear not just my body but to also refresh my mind, especially if the day had been long and grueling. Then I take my time carefully laying out my equipment, from my shinai's to my heel protector inside my bogu bag (which at the moment is actually my friend's suitcase). After that, I carefully check that I have enough water - and yes, this includes the two cans of V, my energy drink of choice - inside a separate bag to which I have easy access to. Only once I have everything I need that I set off for the dojo.

On the walk to, I try to relax my mind. Thankfully the scenery is pleasant enough, save for the occasional angry bird swooping at my head. Music helps but is not always necessary.

Then once I get there, I take a moment to catch myself before actually changing, another process that I also approach with great detail. The gi must be put on slowly, and must be on in a manner that makes me comfortable to wear it, and the same goes for my hakama. The tare and do comes on last before I leave the changing rooms and they too must feel comfortable before I can step out.

Next, is of course the laying out of the kote, men and tenugui. And during this time I try to relax and just tell myself to have fun and learn. Lets face it, my life is a mess and having something that is routine, ritualistic and stable is a welcoming escape from reality.

This brings me to my second point, and it might sound like a load of crap but it works for me. Like I said, my life is a mess - mentally at least. In Kendo even though my body goes through all sorts of pain, be it my right heel, the blisters on my left foot, bruised forearms and even the occasional vomiting, my mind and spirit is at peace. Kendo provides me balance.

I just hope writing about it doesn't jinx the whole thing.



Fuck daylight savings.

2007-10-30T10:52:38.345+11:00

Seriously, taking an hour from my sleep. Just enough to get me sleepy and cranky during the day, ruined my plan to work my essay the whole day!

FUUUUUUUUUUUCK!



Listen to Meiko.

2007-10-27T09:17:58.048+10:00

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She. Is. Awesome.



Leopard.

2007-10-23T19:37:20.079+10:00

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Will be released when I have no money. But that's all right, I feel bad for always going into the campus computer shop without ever actually buy anything so I'll just wait till they get the Family Pack.

Hmm.



CRAYON SHINCHAN VOL. 1

2007-10-16T22:17:42.545+10:00

Written and illustrated by Yoshito Usui
CMX. The star of the hit late-night Adult Swim series comes to CMX. He’s rude, he’s crude, and adults tremble whenever he’s around. His inappropriate comments and obsession with body parts and bodily functions make life stressful for his struggling parents.
No one is safe from Shinchan’s verbal outbursts…and now, neither are you! Fans around the world have been following Shinchan’s offensive adventures for years, and now he’s enjoying wider exposure here in the USA. CRAYON SHINCHAN will appeal to fans of The Simpsons, South Park and Family Guy. CMX brings you the original manga in all its uncensored glory.
Advance-solicited; on sale February 27 • 5” x 7.375” • 128 pg, B&W, $7.99 US
MATURE READERS

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About fucking time.