Jaded, but still confused

Storms, torrents, floods, really really strong winds & so on... didn't go home last night...
That's how the last couple of days have been in Sydney...
Friday: Had my Japanese speaking exam, so I HAD to go to Uni - no two ways about it.
FREEZING temperatures (well, it was for me, since Sydney's had nothing but extreme to above-average temperatures as far back as my memory stretches).
Anyway, had plans to do stuff with Emu, so went over to her place (which is half a world away). By the time we got there, it was about 2:30... I think. By the time we finished the stuff we wanted to finish, it was 4:30- record time, if you ask me. But it gets dark by 5PM AND Nemo called (on behlaf of extremely over-protective Dad) to ask whereabouts. Told them my whereabouts (half a world away from my place).
Dad freaked.
Nemo was confused.
Flynn freaked.
Was told to NOT CATCH A TRAIN under any circumstances.
Emu freaked (more than Flynn, if memory serves).
Crashed at Emu's for the night (homeless, clotheless & toothbrush-less).
Mum called in confusion & bewilderment (how did Flynn manage to disappear??)
Mum freaked (but less than Dad...MUCH less).
Ash was told not to bus over from Canberra on Friday night.
Ash called & was as confused as I was about Dad's over-protectiveness.
Had a good night, though... Emu's cat's really cute (give her a scratch for me, will you, Emu?).

Left after lunch at Emu's.
Still cold, but marginally more tolerable waether.
Was afraid to come home & face wrath of Dad.
Got home in one frozen piece.
Luckily, parents had to leave for dunno where.
Escaped afore-mentioned "wrath".
Ash came down for the long weekend.
Mum left instructions for me to cook dinner (ARGH!)
Am attempting to cram before exams... or pretending to do so.
Will most likely fall asleep before revising anything.

Shikkari! Shikkari!!

It means RUBBER SANDALS!!

It's always a good idea to begin with definitions... clear the air before bagging out folks & all.



Tool (Aussie slang): an idiot; a fool

Thongs: rubber sandals (called flip-flops in New Zealand on account of the noise they make when walking).



It took me 2 & a bit years to complete the picture, but it's now ready for all you folks out there (ok, there's only you, Emu) to have a read-through. Years of people-watching & psychology-studying has led me to conduct an in-depth analysis of what you are about to read below.

It's the phenomenon I've dubbed "The Tool in Thongs" (AKA) Your average Sydney Uni student (of the male variety).





The Tool in Thongs:



Summer dress code is as follows (let's follow a bottom-up examination here):



Thongs are the ONLY way to go(if you're not in thongs, you're a tool). Going barefoot is marginally acceptable.

NEVER wear long pants, but if you must, then only jeans are acceptable (as long as they're 10 sizes too big & halfway down your thighs thus allowing a spectacular view of your boxer shorts). However, shorts are ideal (also preferebly 10 sizes too large).

T-shirts must be light, short-sleeved & taken off at 5mins to midday... no need for sun-protection, skin cancer can be worried about when you're older, but if you're well-muscled, sunscreen may be used to show-off abs/biceps/triceps & all other muscles in the upper body region.

The hair is the most important. Appearance MUST reflect the just-rolled-off-bed-and-ran-hand-through-hair look. Also accpetable is the have-neglected-hygeine-for-2-weeks look, but research has found that the latter is not as attractive to either sex.

Accessories are frowned upon, unless they're sunglasses or mobile phones (which are ESSENTIAL).

Bags are only for freaks & geeks.

A pen will suffice (along with wallet & mobile).

Lack of paper/notebook provides ideal opportunity to borrow from the hot chik next to you, which in turn paves the way for introductions & an exchange of numbers.



Autumn & Spring dress code is almost the same, except that the T-shirt must not be taken off & walking barefoot is no longer acceptable. Shorts are still all the go & bags will always be for freaks & geeks only.







So that's the end of my analysis... I don't understand this phenomenon, I just know that this is it.

What happens if the postman doesn't smile??

A bit of randomness:

• Marilyn Monroe apparently used to chop off half a centimeter off one of her heels (from ALL her shoes), so that she could get that whole hip-swinging-while-walking thing happening... I mean, who cares that that would totally screw up her back & spinal cord in the long run, right? As long as she was hot & hip-swinging, it's all good right??

(what would I do without my social psych lectures?)

• Jap people apparently use 3 times as many tissues as Americans, so does that mean they use like 10 times as many as Aussies??

(don't ask where I got this info from, I just know that it's true)

So, it's been ages & eons & stuff, but hey, maybe I've been busy studying & whatnot? (yeah ok- I guess not...). There's just nothing to tell.





Ummm... I think that's all. Lke I said- nothing to tell. Except one thing ... I'm only starting to realise that this is the last year of my degree! Yeah- my panic button is kinda halfway switched on. Someone's finger's just waiting to push the button & then I guess I'll panic... or maybe not.


Speaking of panicking. A while ago 2 people (wont be naming names or anything, they know who they are) have insisted that they really wish something would happen to turn my life upside down.


Eh?? What??!! WHY!?!?!


I don't understand why... I like my life thanks. A bit mundane- no real crises or exciting events, but who's complaining?? Mundane suits me. I like smooth sailing, going (whereever) with the flow ... yeah. So, if you're gonna wish for something for me, don't let it be "for something HUGE to happen". I'm alright with the daily grind thanks.





cheerios are yuck & I dunno when I'll be back for more, but heads up, Emu.


& Cheers all!


:D

Cognition, Language & Thought

• The paraglider got sucked into the storm cell created by a sparrow and was lucky not to be killed on Mt. Everest like the people on the Boeing 747.

• The sparrow was riding the paraglider who was pushed from the Boeing 747 into a storm cell and died after crashing on Mt. Everest.

• The smell on the spaceship called Shakespeare auditioned for the play 'Purple People Eaters'.

• Furin-chan auditioned for a Shakespear play that was to be held in a funky smelling purple spaceship.

• The eggplant followed the doormice, tripped on the the evening stars and landed inside a rocket launcher where it founded a new religion.

• As a religious tradition a group of doormice living in the eggplant that looks like a rocket launcher like to watch the evening stars annually.

• The bum theif's underwear was stolen from right under his nose hair and was pinned to a coconut shell that became the magpie's new home.

• The bum theif in a hairy underwear ran down my street with two halves of a coconut that he stole from a magpie.

• The wind blew away the peanut M&M before he swallowed his trochea and celebrated the miseries of weird noises that were perfumed.

Hiragana? No sweat!

Watashi wa Nihongo no gakusei desu.
Watashi no namae wa ****** ja-arimasen.
Watashi wa Furin Chii desu. Hontoo desu!!

Sorry folks. I had to get that out of my system.
Latest news: have taken up Japanese... FINALLY! I've been wanting to do so for years, but for many reasons didn't do so until now.

Will write more later...
cheers!

Creatures of the Night

The horror she's been through is unbelievable. If she
doesn't quit now... Well, let's just say that I refuse to let her
out of my sight for a long time to come.

It would appear that bats and vampires were not the only creatures of the night. My turbulent thoughts of late had turned me into an insomniac. Little had I known that on one of these nights, my insomnia proved to be a blessing rather than a curse, especially for "her".
It was one of those surreal nights- I was thinking too much, and the more I thought, the more I came back to that one word.

2 o'clock in the morning is not a time one would expect one's front door to be making a significant amount of noise. Yet that's what was happening- the front door was being pounded on... non-stop.

There were only two of us in the house, and neither of us asleep. We first tiptoed towards each other's rooms, then boldly (and I use the term loosely) made our way downstairs to see who had paid us a visit at such ungodly hours. Our imaginations played havoc with thoughts of ghouls, vampires, homocidal maniacs... or worse, a drunk lunatic.

People fall from the sky

In this day in age, a few people falling from the sky is nothing exceptional... yet, when driving to Canberra, it seems a little out of place to look up from the endless motorway to see (not cows, horses, sheep or even llamas, but...) falling people. Rather, one person falling from the sky.
A few hundred meters down the road, all became clear. A sign read: "Sydney Skydivers". Then again, another few hundred meters down the road, and an ambulance whizzed passed us (must have been travelling at 200kph)... I assumed the worst, but I could be wrong... there was no news of a dead (or injured) skydiver.

Speaking of dead skydivers... I went to Canberra again. Took Ash her "new" car... drove it for about an hour meself... very tedious work, but felt sorry for me dad, since he trusts me with a car about as much as he would trust Squishy with candy... drove at 110kph at one stage... illegal, I know, but it was worth it.

Boredom has struck again... Ash struck lucky- is to live with 5 other girls in a large house... Nemo starts Uni... Snowy worries too much (I feel as though we've swapped ages- she acts 20, I act 15... can't be helped).

Did I mention that I quit my job less than two months after I got it? Must not make a habit of quitting... "Get it together! Get it together! Get it together! Get it together! Get it together!..."
Hehe... gotta love that Oosaka-san!

Cheers, all... Follow that dust particle!!
:D

Backless, Strapless, Sleeveless & Short

Have witnessed a true Arab-style Hen's night (or so I'm told)... rip off the sleeves, straps & backs of any nice-looking T-shirt... add a short skirt, some lingerie (wrapped in pretty boxes, of course)... throw in a bit of belly dancing (or any dancing at all), and there you have a truly Arab-style Hen's night (I only repeat what I was told).

Actually, it was... how shall I put it delicately?- a lame party (except for the pressies). My dearest Bubbly-Bubbles, the party organiser, neglected to organise a few key aspects of the party- namely, food & entertainment *ahem*. She made up for it with her endless bubbliness.

The clothes were pretty good & tame... nothing I hadn't seen before, but a slight culture shock nonetheless... my being curry sort of demands that I'm shocked by such clothing (or lack thereof).

Pressies- now therein lay the real shocker of the day- lingerie!! Your all out kinky little numbers including corsetry, sleepwear, matching sets & other "novelty" items- not tame at all! I nearly died of shock at the thought of my even stepping into a lingerie store, but to buy my friend lingerie!! Oh, the shock, the embarrassment, the dread!!
Frankly, I bought no such thing for her! Meek, innocent, naive little creature that I am *ahem*, I bought her some nice jewellery. Nonetheless, I sat there ... a witness to the end of some of my naivety... Lord, let me forget this day soon- very soon!

I wonder what awaits us at her wedding...
What to wear, oh what to wear??

Prolonged Absence of Sanity

2nd anniversary passed (forgotten) long ago...
It's already been 2 years... I can't believe I still have it.

There's so much to say & all of it so significant, but I can't seem to find the words.
I dub thee, odious disease, "Prolonged Absence of Sanity"

... Confusion reigns supreme.

Quotes quoted by the distinctly un-famous:

• "Thank Ye 4 comeeng weeth me today (the "aee" button eesnt workeeng... use ur eemageenashon)"
• "There's a sticker under the window that says: "Join the fight against DODGY LADDERS".
• "Amoeba-patterned skirt!!! LOL!"
• "I just walked into the men's room"
• "There was an oyester in my seafood soup"
• "Come! Come my love! I'm ever so lonely!...Ok that's pushing it. But come anyway."
• "The $7000 toilet is playing music. And that says something."
• "I'm being conspired against! I NEED HELP!!! Hail to the younger daughters of relatively normal families."
• "...This doesn't make sense, but WHO MAKES SENSE WHEN THEY'RE GO A DILEMMA???!!!"

All above-mentioned quotes are hereby declared the intellectual property of She-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named!

Although Flynn.t has not been given permission to publish above quotes, Flynn.t expresses her sincerest hope that She-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named will personally give permission... soon... ... ... please?

Enjoy, good people of Earth/Venus/Jupiter (inhabitants of all other celestial bodies will be hanged & quartered).

Cheers :D