I say this because one of my classes changed without warning and because my first Journalism Information Systems lecture was moved to another room, without warning!
Other than that, I enjoyed my first day at a new uni. I got to see Nelle, my wife. We got married in Year 10, with a beautiful ceremony in our ugly checkered maroon uniforms. I would love to show it, but someone took a lovely wedding photo of us. I've since lost it, unfortunately. We were hugging, and I have a feeling I was doing the finger because I quite fancied myself a punk rocking rebel back then.
Anyhow, I met up with my dear wife, hung out at the Guild Bar, and ate the best wedges I have ever tasted in my entire life. I also egged her on to go talk to a fellow at a poster stall who she thought was quite rapeable. How does one break the ice? It's a bit difficult. As Nelle was saying herself the other night, our culture is generally a bit too afraid to initiate a conversation with someone. So one could say, "Hello, how are you?" but then there's the fear of that person thinking that you are a bit weird for wanting to talk to a stranger. Especially at a non-social place, like a university.
On another note, I am disappointed to note that the majority of people in my journalism classes are girls; girls in hot pants that seem to all know each other, and talk about their hair or their wildly exciting, drunken trip to Surfer's Paradise. Ladies and gentlemen, the journalists of tomorrow, and the people I will be with for the next three years. I felt a bit left out. The very few males that were there looked a bit scared. Fair enough - if I went into a course where everybody was male, I'd feel a bit intimidated too. Eye candy or not.
On yet another note, I bumped into various people from school or other people I vaguely know. Unfortunately, most are people I wish weren't there. My ex-boyfriend's best friend is in one of my classes. I don't think he liked me very much, and I'm pretty sure he likes me less now that I've broken up with my ex. A once best friend of mine goes there too. I've seen her many, many times, and I've only been to uni twice! We had a bit of a falling out a year ago. How awkward.
Oh well, if the occasion arises, I shall be an adult and say hello. What else can you do? Have a giant scrag fight in the middle of the cafeteria?
Monday, February 26, 2007
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
I must be e-mo!
Many of you know that I recently went through a breakup. This is the second serious relationship I've had in my life (and I'm only 18) which has ended. It ended because there were problems, of course - issues that would not go away, no matter how many times we uttered "I promise" or "I'll change." But he was a great guy. We also had a lot of happy times together.
So we ended on a bittersweet note, of grieving a lost love, yet still remaining on somewhat good terms with each other.
At first, I was devastated. I thought he really was the perfect guy for me. Moving out, marriage, kids, the works. Suddenly, the future was a dark stranger.
I am not the most emotionally stable person at the best of times. I was scared for myself, as well.
But then it was all crystal clear. I had two options.
1) Be emo. Cry about it forever, lamenting "Why, WHY?!" Be in permanent funeral mode. Decide that there is no one else, no one will ever love me again, and spend the rest of my life suspended in self pity. Write thousands of acoustic guitar songs and poetry about broken hearts. Friends get sick of me sobbing into bottles of vodka and constantly bursting into tears. I serial date millions of silly men because I have so little self esteem. I end up alone - really alone - in a state of aching psychosis. My life becomes education, steady career, death.
2) Realise that it's all for the best. If it was meant to be, it was meant to be. But it wasn't, and there's nothing anybody can do about it. Yes, be sad about it for a while. It's okay to be sad. But remember that it's okay to laugh as well, and do things that make me happy. I use the opportunity to spend more time with my friends, so we can both make each other happy. I am not looking, but I am confident that one day I will find Captain Perfect. Let's face it, I am dorky, and a bit odd, but I'm not entirely hateable. I will learn from all my mistakes from my past relationships and make him the happiest man on the planet. In a non-baking-cookies-and-giving-blowjobs sort of way.
I didn't think I would, but I ended up going down the path of #2 (sans Captain Perfect). I don't know whether it's because I've been through it all before or what, but I decided that rational thinking was the way to go. It keeps your sanity in check. And just because something bad has happened doesn't mean you're not allowed to be happy. I guess you can apply that to anything. Things might seem bad now, but eventually you'll look back on it and merely see it as a memory.
So, pro tip for the dumped or the sad: don't be emo, be happy!
NOTE: This entry is not intended to take a shot at anyone, especially not my ex - I am only reflecting upon my own feelings. Also, apologies for the serious nature of this post. I just really needed to get it off my chest. I promise more humour in the future!
So we ended on a bittersweet note, of grieving a lost love, yet still remaining on somewhat good terms with each other.
At first, I was devastated. I thought he really was the perfect guy for me. Moving out, marriage, kids, the works. Suddenly, the future was a dark stranger.
I am not the most emotionally stable person at the best of times. I was scared for myself, as well.
But then it was all crystal clear. I had two options.
1) Be emo. Cry about it forever, lamenting "Why, WHY?!" Be in permanent funeral mode. Decide that there is no one else, no one will ever love me again, and spend the rest of my life suspended in self pity. Write thousands of acoustic guitar songs and poetry about broken hearts. Friends get sick of me sobbing into bottles of vodka and constantly bursting into tears. I serial date millions of silly men because I have so little self esteem. I end up alone - really alone - in a state of aching psychosis. My life becomes education, steady career, death.
2) Realise that it's all for the best. If it was meant to be, it was meant to be. But it wasn't, and there's nothing anybody can do about it. Yes, be sad about it for a while. It's okay to be sad. But remember that it's okay to laugh as well, and do things that make me happy. I use the opportunity to spend more time with my friends, so we can both make each other happy. I am not looking, but I am confident that one day I will find Captain Perfect. Let's face it, I am dorky, and a bit odd, but I'm not entirely hateable. I will learn from all my mistakes from my past relationships and make him the happiest man on the planet. In a non-baking-cookies-and-giving-blowjobs sort of way.
I didn't think I would, but I ended up going down the path of #2 (sans Captain Perfect). I don't know whether it's because I've been through it all before or what, but I decided that rational thinking was the way to go. It keeps your sanity in check. And just because something bad has happened doesn't mean you're not allowed to be happy. I guess you can apply that to anything. Things might seem bad now, but eventually you'll look back on it and merely see it as a memory.
So, pro tip for the dumped or the sad: don't be emo, be happy!
NOTE: This entry is not intended to take a shot at anyone, especially not my ex - I am only reflecting upon my own feelings. Also, apologies for the serious nature of this post. I just really needed to get it off my chest. I promise more humour in the future!
Saturday, February 17, 2007
Gong hei fat choi
Last night I celebrated Chinese New Year with one of my bestest friends in the world - Amy!
We had a fine old time.
I didn't make any New Year's Resolutions earlier this year. However, due to certain events, my life has changed radically quite recently. This time, it really does feel like a new year.
New job.
So here are my resolutions:
- Be better at work. Remember the little things, like how many sugars the customer wants in their coffee. Motivation? More hours, and not getting stern talking-to from my large, slightly crazy boss. Yikes.
- Get good grades in uni. Will have to cease YouTube addiction immediately.
- Be more social. Make new friends. I'm shyer than I would rather be. Last night I started this by talking to a guy at a stall I thought was quite cute. We didn't exactly have an enthralling conversation, but it's a start, right?
- Join a band.
- Definitely increase amount of good times. Must see at least one good band, or go to one good show this year.
- Don't look for dates like a ravenous man-eating plant. I've decided that I would ultimately like to stay single for quite a while, but I'm not going to complain if Captain Perfect leaps into my arms (?!) and says, "Hey baby, let's go out for some frozen yoghurt. WINK."
- Become more committed to taekwondo. I was very slack last year. This year, I am becoming a black belt. I want to enter a tournament at least. And WIN.
I think that's about it. Happy Chinese New Year, or Gong Hei Fat Choi if you prefer.
We had a fine old time.
ABOVE: Oh noes! A dragon!
ABOVE: Some shiny-headed dancing fellow.
I didn't make any New Year's Resolutions earlier this year. However, due to certain events, my life has changed radically quite recently. This time, it really does feel like a new year.
New job.
New uni.
New life.
So here are my resolutions:
- Be better at work. Remember the little things, like how many sugars the customer wants in their coffee. Motivation? More hours, and not getting stern talking-to from my large, slightly crazy boss. Yikes.
- Get good grades in uni. Will have to cease YouTube addiction immediately.
- Be more social. Make new friends. I'm shyer than I would rather be. Last night I started this by talking to a guy at a stall I thought was quite cute. We didn't exactly have an enthralling conversation, but it's a start, right?
- Join a band.
- Definitely increase amount of good times. Must see at least one good band, or go to one good show this year.
- Don't look for dates like a ravenous man-eating plant. I've decided that I would ultimately like to stay single for quite a while, but I'm not going to complain if Captain Perfect leaps into my arms (?!) and says, "Hey baby, let's go out for some frozen yoghurt. WINK."
- Become more committed to taekwondo. I was very slack last year. This year, I am becoming a black belt. I want to enter a tournament at least. And WIN.
I think that's about it. Happy Chinese New Year, or Gong Hei Fat Choi if you prefer.
Friday, February 16, 2007
Fight Like a Girl
My black belt grading for taekwondo is coming up soon. I can't wait! To me, I imagine myself getting a black belt and suddenly gaining ultimate superpowers. One tends to think a bit like that when doing martial arts and playing too many video games, I suppose. All that talk about chi energy and "pushing the stone" makes me think of Dragon Ball Z.
I can just see it now...
"Congratulations, you have now received your black belt."
The wisened old master held the belt in his outstretched hands. It glowed, shimmering slightly. My name, embroidened in gold thread down the belt, foretold my destiny. My destiny as a fighter. A warrior for justice.
Quivering slightly, I accepted the belt from him. It felt oddly light in my arms. "Thankyou," I whispered, bowing my head in reverence.
Suddenly, a horde of ninjas dropped down from the ceiling! They landed with a clatter of katanas onto the ground. The other students screamed, rolling out of the way. "We have been waiting for this day," hissed who I assumed was the leader of the ninjas. "It is time for you... to die!"
He drew a long, silvery sword, the thin edges glittering under the lights. Rushing at me, he roared an ancient battle cry of fallen warriors: "BUKKAKE!"
"Remember," whispered the master from behind me, a ninja holding a dagger to his throat, "remember what I taught you."
I shut my eyes, breathing slowly. Focus on your chi energy, I thought to myself. Focus.
And then, I felt it. It rushed into my body, the aggressive energy of fire and the calmness of the water. I breathed in. It gathered into the ends of my fingertips, burning and desperate to escape...
"HADOOO-KAMEHAMAHA!" I screamed, thrusting* the supernova ball of destruction towards the ninjas. They scattered all over the floor, clutching themselves as they had to brace for the blast. Dead.
My master stood up. "You are truly worthy of this black belt," he said. "For this, I shall honour you with the master sword."
Daaa-naaa-naaa-naaaaaaa!**
* Hee hee.
** Legend of Zelda sound effect for when you find stuff
Oh dear.
Really, I'm looking forward to getting a black belt just so I can mention, "Oh, I'm a black belt in taekwondo." Not only because it sounds so cool, but so people don't look at me and think I'm some sort of small, submissive Oriental mail-order bride. Rather, they shall view me as a terrifying force to be reckoned with! Like an O-Ren Ishii, or Miho from Sin City. Watch out!
ABOVE: Me in a few years, hopefully.
If only I had been able to block that kick to the knee in training the other night. Dammit, who ever heard of a limping ninja?
I can just see it now...
"Congratulations, you have now received your black belt."
The wisened old master held the belt in his outstretched hands. It glowed, shimmering slightly. My name, embroidened in gold thread down the belt, foretold my destiny. My destiny as a fighter. A warrior for justice.
Quivering slightly, I accepted the belt from him. It felt oddly light in my arms. "Thankyou," I whispered, bowing my head in reverence.
Suddenly, a horde of ninjas dropped down from the ceiling! They landed with a clatter of katanas onto the ground. The other students screamed, rolling out of the way. "We have been waiting for this day," hissed who I assumed was the leader of the ninjas. "It is time for you... to die!"
He drew a long, silvery sword, the thin edges glittering under the lights. Rushing at me, he roared an ancient battle cry of fallen warriors: "BUKKAKE!"
"Remember," whispered the master from behind me, a ninja holding a dagger to his throat, "remember what I taught you."
I shut my eyes, breathing slowly. Focus on your chi energy, I thought to myself. Focus.
And then, I felt it. It rushed into my body, the aggressive energy of fire and the calmness of the water. I breathed in. It gathered into the ends of my fingertips, burning and desperate to escape...
"HADOOO-KAMEHAMAHA!" I screamed, thrusting* the supernova ball of destruction towards the ninjas. They scattered all over the floor, clutching themselves as they had to brace for the blast. Dead.
My master stood up. "You are truly worthy of this black belt," he said. "For this, I shall honour you with the master sword."
Daaa-naaa-naaa-naaaaaaa!**
* Hee hee.
** Legend of Zelda sound effect for when you find stuff
Oh dear.
Really, I'm looking forward to getting a black belt just so I can mention, "Oh, I'm a black belt in taekwondo." Not only because it sounds so cool, but so people don't look at me and think I'm some sort of small, submissive Oriental mail-order bride. Rather, they shall view me as a terrifying force to be reckoned with! Like an O-Ren Ishii, or Miho from Sin City. Watch out!
ABOVE: Me in a few years, hopefully.If only I had been able to block that kick to the knee in training the other night. Dammit, who ever heard of a limping ninja?
Oh noes!
Good morning! I'm Miss Chicken and here's my blog. Here you will read various things I find interesting enough to write about. I started this purely for the purpose of practising my writing skills on an innocent, unsuspecting public. Watch out!
Anyway, here's a bit about me.
- 18 years old
- does not own a penis
- journalism student
- owns a car named Frog, as it is small and green.
- of the Asian persuasion
Things I think are excellent:
- guitars
- music
- taekwondo
- my friends. Well obviously, it'd be a bit dumb to not think your friends are excellent, wouldn't it?
- Youtube
- spotty things (I mean decoratively, not of the skin)
- Monochrome. I will end up living in a white house with black furniture just to freak myself out.
- laughing
- flailing my arms about in a fit of interpretive dance to illustrate a point
- British comedy
- my friend Linda's letters, always filled with all sorts of interesting things
- Brisbane city
- kitschy Asian stuff
- video games (I own a DS and a Super Nintendo. Currently obsessing over Phoenix Wright)
- Nintendo
- the name Cecil.
Things that I think are lame:
- lack of humour or silliness
- girly stuff. I cannot stand a conversation longer than five minutes about hair or makeup before my brain tries to leak out of my ears
- Asian fetishists
- feminists
- drag racing
- pubic transport (that is not a typo)
- when people do video replies on Youtube, which just consist of some person with a webcam saying, "That video was GAY." What a waste of internet!
- video game console fanboys
- many different varieties of people
- tailgaters
Can't think of much more at the moment, but I'm sure I will later.
Anyway, hi.
Anyway, here's a bit about me.
- 18 years old
- does not own a penis
- journalism student
- owns a car named Frog, as it is small and green.
- of the Asian persuasion
Things I think are excellent:
- guitars
- music
- taekwondo
- my friends. Well obviously, it'd be a bit dumb to not think your friends are excellent, wouldn't it?
- Youtube
- spotty things (I mean decoratively, not of the skin)
- Monochrome. I will end up living in a white house with black furniture just to freak myself out.
- laughing
- flailing my arms about in a fit of interpretive dance to illustrate a point
- British comedy
- my friend Linda's letters, always filled with all sorts of interesting things
- Brisbane city
- kitschy Asian stuff
- video games (I own a DS and a Super Nintendo. Currently obsessing over Phoenix Wright)
- Nintendo
- the name Cecil.
Things that I think are lame:
- lack of humour or silliness
- girly stuff. I cannot stand a conversation longer than five minutes about hair or makeup before my brain tries to leak out of my ears
- Asian fetishists
- feminists
- drag racing
- pubic transport (that is not a typo)
- when people do video replies on Youtube, which just consist of some person with a webcam saying, "That video was GAY." What a waste of internet!
- video game console fanboys
- many different varieties of people
- tailgaters
Can't think of much more at the moment, but I'm sure I will later.
Anyway, hi.
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