We went to Bondi Junction and there’s a mall called Westfield there. That’s one ridiculous mall. It’s about as big as Park Royal but with 5 or 6 different levels. I’m not sure if they have that many. But they probably do. It reminds me of those awfully posh malls like Taikoo centre in Hong Kong where everyone dresses nicely, has their hair done up nicely… LOOKS nice. Looking at some of the guys here, I can’t figure out if they’re trendy or gay. Some of them seriously look like they walked out of a magazine cover…

And then today I spent the day walking around Blues Point along the coast. And I saw Luna Park and the bridge. It’s a nice coastline.

If there’s something I really like about Sydney though, it’s the old buildings. and the old apartments and homes. They all look really English.. but beachy at the same time. If I lived in one of those, I don’t think I could ever concentrate on working because I would feel like I was constantly on holiday. Especially with those beaches.

So I don’t understand the point of the show. Is the show mocking how stupid Americans can be, or does a show based on trivia really have to be dumbed down to the 5th grade level for people to want to watch it? (Where did Who Wants To Be A Millionaire go?) Maybe the creator of the show was aiming for both. Either ways, the woman who was on that show when I was watching made it really hard for me to watch it.

Q: How long has Person X run if he has run 3.4 megametres?

That was the first question. Well the full-grown adult there had no idea. Okay, maybe it’s been a few years since grade 5, maybe you haven’t been in Benson’s chem class where you have to memorize all your prefixes, and you’d know mega= 10^6. So the woman who was on said : “well I know kilometres is 1000, so mega must be.. like 10 000 or something”. So she obviously gets it wrong.

And of course, it’s the Asian kid who got this question right. It’s always the Asian kid.

But you know, how much is a megametre? Well maybe not everyone knows. So I let that one slide.

The question that made me really angry was:

Q: What element is the ozone layer made out of?

And she took the longest time to figure it out. That made me so mad. She was getting all logical with herself too: “oh, well.. mmm. I know we have problems with the ozone layer and that’s because of CO2… now I gotta figure out which element its made out of….” Dear god, woman. Did someone pay you to sound like an idiot?

Of course there were other questions on the show that I might have not gotten, but the ozone layer? That’s very… I don’t know. It just hurt to watch that show after a while. So I stopped after 15 minutes.

And whoever the woman was on the show, I’m sure you’re a geniunely nice person. But maybe that wasn’t the best show of choice to flaunt your intelligence…

I’ll be sitting here hoping that nobody collapses; that the weather is nice but not too nice (so that you guys won’t get burnt to smithereens); that the fire lights itself and the sleeps are decent

Best wishes,

LI

The Iron Man theme song is beautiful. I love the sound of the guitar. It sounds so raw. Ramin Djawabi composed the soundtrack and it got a rating of 3 stars out of 5 because according to Allmusic: “treats the superhero with a predictably heavy hand, resulting in a soundtrack that takes the slow-build menace of Hans Zimmer & James Newton Howard‘s work on Christopher Nolan‘s Batman franchise and dials an industrial army that utilizes crushing percussion, huge strings, and a symphony of distorted guitars that echo Metallica‘s concerts with the San Francisco Symphony (S&M) minus the vocals.”

I don’t see anything wrong with dialing an industrial army that utilizes crushing percusion…. because it sounds pretty good to me. I think Djawabi should have been heavy-handed. Who do you think watches Iron Man? Actually, the better question is why do you think people watch Iron Man? You think to listen to a movie soundtrack that sounds like it walked out of Carnegie Hall? For the score, I love how some of the sound on the soundtrack is. mmmm.

I’m starting to pick up something for glam rock too. Like Joan Jett. And especially this song:

I had a thing for Joann Jett’s music for a while, but not to th epoint that I’d play her on repeat. But this track really has me hooked. And so do a lot of things that are guitar heavy right now.

hm.

EDIT:

So I was rereading this post later on in the day, and realized the composer’s name for the Iron Man soundtrack is Ramin… Rammin’.

Hahaha. I’m so funny I slay me.

Well, a small dog obviously costs less money, comes when you want it to, is always happy to see you… and whenever he/she is annoying, you can tie it up to a table leg (you can’t do that with a kid, or else they call social services). They’re also incredibly furry and cute. You don’t have to worry about expenses on clothing.

A kid however.. think of how much his/her college funds are going to cost. How many temper tantrums are going to happen, how long you’re going to worry when they don’t come home a certain time… expenses for clothing, technology, toys, school….

I got a different perspective from someone though, that having a kid would mean that you live forever, because it’s like passing some of yourself on to someone, so that when you die, someone will still hold on to a piece of you.

Hm.

“Yes”

“Will you really write me?”

“Yes. What, do you think I’m lying to you?”

“Will you send me food?”

“I’ll send poptarts or something.”

“Will you really?”

“Yes”

Only to consume more dehydrating substance Saturday night. Thank god no headache today. I can still kind of remember what happened.

I almost could stay.

i think the messed up part about this is that recovery is just as painful as anything. Christ.

09/05/2010

I’ll be honest and say that I wish I had more painkillers right now. If I were still with you I don’t think this would have happened. But things happen right? I can’t find anyone right now

09/05/2010

I feel better but not….:S

07/05/2010

I’m sorry I’m so fragile. I wish I were tough.

07/05/2010

I got sick around when Doug got his. Christ. I can’t even remember what the word for that is. A vasectomy for a dog. I can’t remember. I need to remember. I want to remember. A… um. He got neutered. There we go .He got neutered. I remember when he came home that day, he looked like the most forlorn little puppy in the world. All he did was sleep or look at me with those brown puppy eyes. I feel like that right now. I feel like a forlorn little puppy. I just want to sleep and write funny texts. I want to be okay. Hell. If I can be okay and stop hurting, I promise I’ll go on that 8 K run everyday, and I’ll lose 20 pounds, and I’ll wake up and stretch. I swear I’ll make amendments, and I’ll stop drinking so much coffee and crap. I promise I’ll stop being stressed.  I’m sorry. I know I;m fragile now okay. I’ll be so careful with myself.  ANYWAY. The main point is. Doug’s getting better and I’m not. I’m craving chocolate cake and mor epainkillers.

Also. Please write me. I sound like a begging little god knows what. But I’d love to know what you’re up to instead of my miserable little life right now.

07/05/2010

Please write me. I hurt the most in the mornings and I wish I got long lengthy e-mails more often. because they keep my mind of off things. Just write me. Write me anything. Tell me your life story. Tell me about your miserable moments, tell me about something happy. Tell me something I didn’t know about you. Nick, I was so disappointed not finding an e-mail in my inboc this morning. But I suppose you’re still at work. I want to stop hurting. I’m almost dependant on my laptop to stop feeling. I’m not sure what I’m supposed to learn from this, but I promise I’ll place less stress on myself from now on, and take it easy. But please, just stop hurting. I feel better but not any better. I could do with more morphine instead of whatever this is. I hate daytime drugs. They fail to make me feel any better.

06/05/2010

This is the post I’ll ramble and rant in while I’m on morphine and read it when I’m clear in the head and laugh. Myabe laugh.Maybe find some decent reading material. Because I feel like this whole thing is slowly eating at me. I wish it’d go away. I think maybe I’m just a weak little wuss that’s letting it eat at me. But. Monday right? Monday? Nick, I’m glad I can send you e-mails. Wish I had physical presence of some other living thing apart from my dog. I think everyone in the house is just to tired to care. Wouldn;;t blame them though seeing as I’ve tired all of them out. Um. Tan. I miss you. You know. He’s an amazing guy. Trying to sleep when everyones awake and then be awake when everyone’s asleep to he can get total isolation. Don’t understand guys like that. Or music guy that had an incredibly bright future and still does despite hardships. Or that engineers do seriously drink too much. Except the one @ the state. Just odd that he doesn’t as much. Almost too sensible. I wish I weren’t so sensible. I’dve stopped listening years ago. I feel like going to Mr. down the street and asking for a hug or something to feel better. But I don’t relly want to. Maybe I should. But I’m still hurt, so maybe when I stop hurting. I’m a secret lemonade drinker. Where did I hear that before? I don’t want to sleep nin a matchbox. I want to spend the summer networking. Hold my hand and tell me it’s going to be okay.