Monday, May 29, 2006

fuel tank readings

Somebody told me that petrol is generally cheapest mondays/tuesdays, and go up in price by the weekend. Well, I'm screwed. See, I'm a little over half tank, which probably means I've used up about 20L. The last quarter, which will see me about 100km, will be another 10L. Wait... that doesn't add up.

See, my car's fuel gauge is pretty innaccurate. The first bar will see me about 150km. The next bar will see me to about 270km. The third bar will see me to around 350km. It's not constant!

Another problem is that I've been varying how I drive. Lead foot, pussy foot, high revs, low revs, a bit of everything...

I can't tell how many km's I have left on my tank! Hell. I don't even know how my L I have left in my tank.

So now, 270km, a little more than "half"... I better be able to get to the fabled 400km mark. The last time I got that, I had the little red indicator flashing!

Between now and next top up, hopefully, I'll be getting the rolla a service. Hopefully a new airfilter will be put in. And top up with some premium. Clean out those injectors.

Monday, May 22, 2006

Go fish.

This just fucking sucks.

I like fish. Fish is good. Fish in batter, with chips, is very good.

Thanks to Indonesian fish poachers/illegal fishers/whatever, that's going to come to an end. You see, the sustainability of the north west fisheries has become... well, unsustainable. Why? Because fucking idiots, that is the above mentioned Indos, pillage these waters. Why? Because their waters don't have any fish. Gee, I wonder why. Because they wiped out their waters and polluted it to hell and back? Oh yeah, and the fact that the Australian warships that are supposedly protecting this protected fishery area can't do anything but fire warning shots at the invading fishing... rafts.

So it's ironic. Australia keeps telling the Indonesians, "you can't fish here" and now Aussie fishers can't fish there because its become unsustainable. But... there's nothing to stop the Indonesians to continue raping these waters.

The fishermen complain that the Aussie government hasn't done anything serious because they do not want to anger the Indonesian government. You know what? Fuck them. The Indonesian government got so pissed off when Australia took in those Papuan refugees (they were Papuan, right?) so if something as small as not turning back a bunch of people who wanted to escape a predicament where their heads would be chopped off would make a government turn into a hissy fit, I say who cares. Blow the crap out of those invading fishing boats.

That's right. Shoot them. Blow them up. Fire away with .50 Cal machine gun rounds. Hit them with naval artillery. Helicopter gunships, submarines... arm the fishermen with rocket launchers.

I want cheap snapper. Fish and chips that costs twice as much as normal would not be nice.

Friday, May 19, 2006

good skillz

" Learn to dance. It takes about four hours to be passable, and it's a life skill you won't ever regret having. This goes for cooking, playing an instrument, driving manual, shooting hoops and changing a flat too. All skills a guy should have. It's tough for a lot of us, but you can pick these things up later in life, with the possible exception of basketball."

Hmm... I agree on the dancing bit.
I can cook, that is, make something that is edible :)
I can play piano and guitar... well, could.
I drive manual! w00t!
I suck at bball.
I can change a flat. Using the piddly little supplied carjack and the weird ass midget tool... that would be trickier.

Siesta time. Haven't heard back from EY yet :(

Sunday, May 14, 2006

Bigger Boobs (with content)

After getting approval, here it is...


Hehehe. Harold & Kumar goto White Castle.

Katie Holmes is a good, wholesome girl... and I'm going to see her boobs

So how was Katie Holmes' tits?
You know the holocaust?
Yeah?
Picture the exact opposite...
Nice!


I think you might know where this is headed...

She's so gonna murder me in my sleep...

(edit)
Girl B: your left boob is bigger!
Girl A: is not!
Jello: it is? *stares*
B: is so!
*SLAP*
J: or is the right bigger? hmm...
*SLAP*
B: omg J's just staring at your boobs, A
*looking in the general direction* *looks up* (doesn't notice any difference)
J: hey, you pointed it out *keeps looking*
A: aargh...

(not entirely accurate... hell much of the above events were reconstructed)

Lessons to be learnt:
- girls are self conscious about their boobs
- I will be murdered in my sleep for writing this
- when someone brings up the topic, it's a good opportunity to look
- I'm sorry, it can't be helped. Please don't murder me.
- A possible humourous remark could be, "I don't know... perhaps if you take your top off"... The results could be funny... What would happen?
- there's nothing wrong with your boobs!
- a lack of good topic ideas to write about leads me to write about this death warrant

(all in good humour ok?)





On other matters...
I have finally realised why I can be so pessimistic about myself. The people I hung around with. That's the reason.

You always read in those motivation books, "surround yourself with positive people... ditch those that put you down" I can finally see who the negative people are. Also I now don't give a shit about what people say, especially if it's just negative (rather than constructive criticism). Yeah. So I suck horribly at singing. That doesn't stop me from challenging a pro and doing a hard song... after failing horribly at the first one. Come on, boo, heckle, you guys suck! Thanks to you guys, I can really appreciate the whole RYLA spirit. If it weren't for your poisonous comments which I must have taken since... who knows... I would never have cried when I listened to The Nuggets making my affirmations tape.

I don't dance, because a) I suck and b) I don't know how to which leads to potentially, making a fool of myself.
But you know what? Who gives a fuck? Just because I can't and don't doesn't mean I won't.

Lessons to be learnt:
- if you got really bad, negative friends... ditch them
- if they're good company except for the whole poisonous comments bit, learn not to take those comments to heart
- "ah fuck it", "just do it", "confidence, cohen, confidence", "oi! do it... do it" are really good sayings.





PS:
I thought it was funny...
Well, since I've already dug myself a hole... you got nice boobs.
Before I click on Publish Post, it seemed like a good idea.... *click*

PSS:
Edited for more anonymousness

Bigger boobs

EDIT

I don't want to be murdered in my sleep for writing about this funny conversation that happened...

So, off to the drafts this entire thing goes!

Thursday, May 04, 2006

Australian Whatchamacallit ism

What does it mean to be Australian? We are a motley crew. Descendants of settlers/convicts, migrants... we're talking about the British/Irish/what have you... then there's the rest of the migrants and their descendants from the rest of the world. Yeah. We have a common background to make ourselves unique.

I was being sarcastic. Don't you dare conclude that its because we're all migrants or descendants of migrants.

Argh. I'm losing my train of thought here... Basically, our identity... of being Australian is defined by the good old "Aussie Battler" stereotype. I still think it stands true.

It is often said that our nation was born during the Gallipoli campaign of WWI. Since it was the first major international battle Australia fought in. Also because Australia fought under their own army. Oh shit, I can't remember. Sure, the ANZACs (can't forget the New Zealanders) were basically the cannon fodder battalion for Churchill, but important never the less. There are so many stories of how we* went against old school battle tactics to secure victories and all that. Great stuff, go read some history books, mate. If only I can remember some specifics... some of it made me really mad.

Anyways, ANZAC day was not too long ago. Cue the special features on TV and in the newspaper where they have a surviving veteran, or their grand kid talk about the war, what they did, what it means to them, etc. Same old, same old.

Don't get me wrong, it's good that we're honouring them, commemorating them, I respect them.

What I would like to see, is a migrant, not of European origin or caucasian, present their point of view on ANZAC day, the ANZACs, Australia's participation in theatres of war in the past, and all that other stuff I can't think of but are significant. I wouldn't mind giving my 2 cents!

I could talk about the young men who went off to fight for Australia. They sacrificed their lives so that we can live in a free world.

Bugger, I forgot what else I could say.

But what makes many words is the fact that I have zero connection to those great people. My parents migrated here, and I was born here. I am Australian, I am Asian. I am also neither. I am halfway between the two cultures, you could say I might be on one of those rickety wooden boats floating off WA's northern coast... except I am actually an Aussie citizen and not an illegal boatperson. Ok, dodgy analogy. Anyway, what I'm trying to say, is that I have no connection to what happened in WWI, Gallipoli, whatever. None that I know of. But I can say that it is an important part of Australia's young history, and I believe in it's importance. That is why I would be able to say similar things to what some veteran's grandkid would be saying.

Which brings me to my next point. Political correctness. OMG, this pisses me off so much. I can't remember if the whole "we don't celebrate Easter and Christmas, so why do you have to ram it down our throats" minority groups also complained about ANZAC day. OK, let's assume they did. Those bastards.

There's that old saying, "when in Rome, do as the Romans do". This is Australia, majority do this n this, so YOU, as a minority, a visitor (a permanent one), should do as they do. If that was to happen, there would be no Cronulla crazy bashings. I mean, FUCK YOU, don't change the culture of Australia because it doesn't suit you. You don't fit into the mold? Well, that's your bloody problem, find a solution that does not involve you bludgeoning the mold so that it fits around you.

Yes, I agree with some form of testing or education about the Australian way of life/culture/history for migrants. It will weed out those who really cannot fit. See, I include education, because the tests might be bloody hard, and the good people can't come in. *shudder* Imagine if I grew up in the UK...


Now the Tasmanian miners entombed in... a mine. True Aussie mentality. "get us out of here by saturday! I got a footy match to goto" Or something like that, I haven't been following the news. The way the media portrays those miners in their predicament, their positivity and their she'll be right mate attitude. That's unique. (Edit: Someone said something along the lines of showing strong spirit, I guess that's a better description)

In Gallipoli, there's stories of how the soldiers would play two up, or even go swimming in the bombarded beaches. That's also spirit. "We're getting the crap blown out of us, let's go swim and gamble!"

Maybe because when they get out, they're gonna sue the company for all kinds of reasons. That's... American.



* We? I don't think anyone from my family tree went off to war... I have no connection, but you can see how much it means to me, when I say "we".

Wednesday, May 03, 2006

Overthinker

I can't fucking sleep. My brain... my mind... it's got turbo lag... the turbo just spooled up and I've now got boost... when I least needed it. And the funny thing is, I've never driven a turbo car.

Anyhoo... I tend to over analyse things. I think too much. It's not the good kind of over thinking. It's kind of like a whole lot of pointless processes happening in the background of your computer. If I stop to pay attention to what I think about, I think I would blow my mind. I'm not even going to bother putting down what's on my mind. Well, you can tell that over thinking and thinking about over thinking is one of them.

Even at RYLA, my team noticed I over thought things. It's good and bad. Good because you hit the ideas that are never thought of. Bad because you get bogged down. Half the time cancelling out your ideas by testing those thoughts. Ugh.

Well, I don't think writing before trying to go back to sleep will help in me sleeping. It will just keep the engine that is my mind running. Videogames won't work, because I would start thinking of strategies and tactics. Continue watching my movie? I might start analysing it. Forum trawl? No! I have to stop looking at tricked out cars. Perhaps divert my thoughts to something else?


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