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.