kiong tells everybody he used to live in the country, stirring up the image of portly chinaman sitting on a tractor riding around a wheat feild in a checkered shirt. its all a lie, he grew up in a bungalo-style hut in the jungle.

not that anybody will really care, but after believing it impossible, i found vegan kaya - one of those foods i grew up with. it not quite a kaya, as much as a fillipino coconut jam, but its close enough. alot sweeter and far more sticky and gooey than spread-y like kaya (which has the consistency of lemon curd).

ps/ noor, there was people eating mcdonalds at DH.

pps/ if you are my neighbour and you happen to read my blog, turn the shitty hip-hop down and stop trying to sing along. i live on the other side of our complex, i should not be able to hear your crap.

now all he needs is a unbuttoned red flanney over a white t-shirt.

turns out i'm a sucker for novely azn groups...

Blasting out of the streets of Chinatown, THE NOTORIOUS MSG have arrived with a vengeance. Serving up deep-fried beats straight from the Chinese ghetto, they will not stop until they achieve complete world domination.

This is the story of three renegade restaurant workers from the hardened streets of Chinatown, New York City. Pursuing their dreams of rap superstardom, Hong Kong Fever, Down-Lo Mein and The Hunan Bomb fled the harsh ghettos of Asia only to face more hardships as second-class citizens in America. They struggled to earn a living, toiling in the kitchens and risking their lives as Chinese restaurant delivery boys. Facing robberies and beatings on a daily basis, their fight for survival came to a head when an unknown assailant killed one of their original band members, Funky Buddha. This was the last straw; it was time to fight back.

Rising up with a fury, the trio were reborn and The Notorious MSG exploded onto the NYC music scene with a new calling. Once only fighting to defend themselves, they renewed their fight, this time for all their brothers and sisters in the Chinatown ghettos who would never get the chance to realize their dreams.



Facing discrimination as Chinese delivery boys, The Notorious MSG are prepared for the same battle with corporate America. Today, The MSG rises again to challenge yet another foe, the music industry. Seeing how Asians have yet to be accepted as a force in the American music scene, they will continue to unleash their blistering musical buffet and flaunt their unique Asian-American flavor with no apologies.

While the MSG Revolution is only just beginning, the three unstoppable Chinatown Bad Boys have already developed a presence both nationally and internationally. Their song Dim Sum Girl was downloaded 7,500 times within 48 hours of introduction. Their music video, .Straight Out of Canton,. was downloaded 92,691 times in the first two weeks following their licensing deal with Comedy Central.

The boys are presently overthrowing New York City with their fiery street anthem “Chinatown Hustler,” the hot single off their upcoming full-lenth debut album, soon to be released. The new release will also include a new music video featuring an appearance by DJ Cipha Sounds of MTV’s Direct Effect and Hot 97 New York. The Notorious MSG have also made appearances on MTV, MTV Chi and Shade 45 Radio with DJ Cipha Sounds.

... it's cos i got rice.

william squshed a rotten banana into half maureens clothing, he's also pushed over the television. he also decided that his airconditioner was not powerful enough, apparently he needed two (to match his two televisions). my flat now has no cooling.

i like wholemeal pasta, so shoot me.

kiongs moved on into his newest stage, his latest craze: exclaiming really loudly how good a particular food is for the 'munchies' and how he will eat sed food when he has the 'munchies' while placing a certain food item in the trolley/basket. i think he likes the attention.

he also decided the cat food (from aldi) was too expensive, so he's now attempting to feed the cats dog food; he'll save about a dollar a week.

he's such a douch, he thinks he knows more about how to look after my instruments than i do. which is why i now have a bass, in a travel bag, just barely able to sit in its stand because of the bulky bag. the stand is right next to the front door. he ceremoniously kicks his shoes off and pile his crap in front of my instuments. its only a matter of time until somebody knows into the stand, or the people up stairs have violent sex and the whole thing topples over.

there is not such thing as a vaccination for cancer. its like saying that is we can stop people from smoking than we've vaccinated them against lung cancer. its all such jingoistic crap. HPV isn't just linked to cervical cancers, its also tied to anal cancer, penile cancer, mouth cancer and throat cancer - genital warts are pretty much a guarantee. now correct me if i'm wrong, but don't men have anusus, penises, mouths, and throats. the whole notion of only vaccinating women is based on the bias that men have sex with women exclusivly, and hence if you vaccinate all the women the men will never catch it.

http://abstinencethecondom.com/...gold.

"you know, you don't have to buy the paper, you can just buy a coffee and McDonalds and read their copy of the paper" - kiong

the things is: no. simply, it smells funny, it isn't a plesant place, it would we cheaper to just buy the paper, and i would not drink their coffee.

i can only anticipate the rebuttal of noor, and i'm sure they make fine coffee and the dodgy smell is just psycosomatic, but still, i don't feel comfortable there.

maybe if we put cows in turkeys in christams hats, the public would sympathise with their desire not to be the table centerpiece just a little bit more. somehow i can't see k-rudd making this connection and sending armoured vehicles after turkey-killers.

my grandmother is fabulous at buying christmas gifts. she always gives me an assortment stuff i actually use. such as: sunscreen, chapsticks, underwear, gum, sensitive toothpaste, and a huge packet of hob-nobs.

on another note, i'm embarrased to say i bought quinoa today, its such a damn hippy vegan food. i may as well just go eat goji berries for all the shame it has bought upon my household.

you can bu them here.


ps/

i got hives on my knees, its quite uncomfortable.

apparently matt was giving samuel eyes, a likely story, more likely he was checking out the burns. wishing he was as vegan as sam, sam the vegan man, therefore he's more punx than you.

some people, they like to watch carols on their televisions during christmas, not me though, wife swap represent.

A competitive police detective who loves excelling in a "man's world" swaps lives with a submissive wife and mother who believes her place is in the home and that her role is to serve her husband and cater to his every need.

The title is a play on the term "wife swapping", a practice associated with the swinging lifestyle, which is not a theme of the show. For the television show, two families, usually from vastly different social classes and lifestyles, swap wives/mothers for two weeks. In fact, the show will usually deliberately swap wives with extreme polar opposite lifestyles, such as a dramatically messy wife swapping with a fastidiously neat one, or an overly strict mother swapping with an overly lax one. Though using a phrase from the swinging lifestyle, couples participating in the show do not share a bed with the "swapped" spouse while "swapping" homes.

During the first week, the new wife must adhere to the exact same rules and lifestyle of the wife they are replacing. Each wife leaves a house manual which explains their role in the family and the duties they hold.

During the second week, the new wives are allowed to establish their own rules, and their new families must adhere to these new household rules.

At the end of the two weeks, the two couples all meet together for the first time, and along with their husbands, discuss how they feel about the two weeks. This often descends into personal insults and has degenerated into violence at least once.

they made james sing at his graduation. that bastard, he gets it all. the looks, the sound, the women. bah.

itunes is shitty, shitty, fiddly software.

the man ruined a perfectly good pilau by stirring chicken through it at the end, because it wouldn't 'taste good' without it.

"you're working hard to put food on your family"
"now in a moment, if you like, you can come up and pat the turkey"
"on the internets"

so now a quiz, who said these?


ps/ samuel doesn't say, you have three comments, he says, 'you have three freudian quotes'

okay, here's the shizz, my family doesn't really shop at your traditional coles or safeway supermarkets (of course we go there occasionally cos they're closer, but its not part of the normal routine, and the supermarket near us happen to be either sims or IGA) we go to aldi for the supermarket-style items and the markets, little saigon and footscray for the fresh stuff. i went grocery shopping in footscray with my father today, we went on this hour-long search through possibly every single pokey store it footscray to locate this special fishsauce he was after. we couldn't get the saffron (he wants to make some fancy-schmancy paella-like dish), but we did get a really nice peanut oil - think aromatic seasame seed oil, but with the smell of peanut paste (not jar peanut butter, but ground peanut butter from a nut store).

anyway, how is all the delicious things i was buying relevant to anything, well i had an interesting conversation along my travels. for all you peoplez who arn't samuel, there's this nut shop in footscray, john's nuts, and the son of the guy who owns the store, is one of those built wogs. he lifts weights. he has a really fat neck. if you're sam, he's the guy whom you bought your hooka from. so anyway we wa buying spices and i grab a bag of besan flour.
"what are you going to cook with that?"
"uhh, vegan food i guess"
"what's that?"
"its like a vegetarian who doesn't eat eggs or dairy"
"i could never do that, i'd drop weight"
silly man, noah hannibal is larger than that guy. he's a vegan and a weightlifter.

RETRACTED: i wrote this when i was irrational and shitty and i think its pretty clear that in hindsight i didn't mean it personally and hence fell i should apologies.

i'm sure in an anarchist society everyone will just cooperate for the maintenace of society and the system. which is exaclty why people proliferating such a system think its perfectly acceptable to be on a pre-paid phone plan, and yet never have any credit, and just expect that the other person will either call you (spending their credit) or that you will be able to borrow somebody's phone (again spending another's credit). possibly cos their actions contradict their words. but then who am i to say anything because after all, i was just soo priveledged that life* was handed to me on a silver platter and i never had to work for phone credit.

i went to the gym with sam. that's right, there i was, the smallest person in the facility (not cos it was full of manly men, but just cos i'm small) struggling to move the smallest weights on the highest pins.

turn out, i can't look up my study scores, but noor can.
so i'll just tell you how i did, cos i know you all want to know (my whole two readers other than noor and sam)

BI03 - Biology GA 1: A GA 2: A+ GA 3: A+ Study Score: 41

i can't see my VCE results... bah.

real men are fluffy... like fairyfloss.

how could i have not known, fatty has a youtube account, with videos of him doing fatty things.

it really shits me off when people buy vegan cookbooks, and then attack the authors on the amazon review section because the book wasn't what they expected because they have preconcieved notions about what veganism is and what veganism isn't. like for example, making comments that vegan cupcakes take over the world is not a very healthy cookbook and uses refined sugar and white flour. it's a fucking cupcake cookbook. when are cupcakes ever a health food.just cos you didn't research the book properly before purchasing it, is not justification for giving the book two stars.

i feel so popular what with all my recent comments and all. it's almost as if phase one of my world domination plan is complete. but what would alan do?

apparently the one on the left was in actual fact hired by american apparel, does not in fact work there, and is indeed a porn star.

i have to say, my brother had harry potter on reserve at the local library, it just came in, he's finished it, passed it on to me, i decided to read it, cos, well, there's a waiting list a peer pressure drove me to do it. i have to say i am not impressed. so i guess you'll just have to kick me out of mcfob then. cos i'm not ashamed to say, i thought harry potter was utter shit.

my information i sms-ed to the VCE result service is apparently invalid and i do not know why. i hope they didn't charge me, but i'm guessing they will. i guess that means i'll have to get them on tuesday then. unless somebody can clear up the whole bamboozle for me.

some mince pies have meat in them, its true, you all laughed at me, but its true.

its a lampson reference, none of you humanities art-fags whould get: http://www.freehandcircles.com/

gordon ramsay is a douch. lardons are fucking gross. evidently, if you drown food with butter, cream, cheese, lard, and other such miscellanious fat products, and then shovel on excessive amounts of salt, almost anything can be made to taste good.

his campaign to get women back into the kitchen is highly admirable. their husbands are truely suffering. but can gordon ramsay save their marridge?

was writing a very passionate and convincing letter to the age and the two local papers in a very grand and sweeping, up yours nicola roxon, motion. and then my laptop crashed. i blame windows. this wouldn't have happened had i been using linux.

now i know i was bad in primary school, hell, i even campaigned to have the library open during recess and lunch and tried to pull together a chess team. but i was nothing compared to timothy. he refused to sit with the other children and had a special desk next to the teacher. he was a smarmy smart-arse towards absolutely everybody. according to my motehr he's a family friend. he still insist on ratting to my mother whenever he thinks i've done something she doesn't approve of, such as getting my septum pierce. he really likes the elizabeth woman.

its always reassuring to know that some people are capable of making beds, doing dishes, and, say, throwing out rotting food which happens to be sitting in the middle of the fucking lougeroom. unfortunately, kiong is not one of these adults. i returned from cowes to find, amongst other things, the covers ripped off library books, rotting food and dead animal fat stains on my bedsheets.

i missed the phillip island train and hence bus. you'll know why, and if you don't, i'm sure you can incur why.

going to a house, possibly on the beach, perhaps even a beach house. i might even return with a tan.

i have a what would alan do? poster. i'm telling you all so you'll all become immediately jelous and want to be my friend so you to may lay your eyes upon the poster.

i don't trip over my shoelaces, it just doesn't happen, which is usually why i don't dedicate my unborn baby to you when you stop me to tell me my shoelace is undone while i'm dashing for the train, tram etc.

greatest quote from doctor phil: "this town is not racial" (in a grand texan accent) - i think she meant racist.

it was a episode on this case in america, where a group of white kids hung nooses from a tree when a black kid asked to sit under the tree; the black kids beat up this white kid; the black kids are being charged with attepted murder as adults - the white kid suffered no permanent injuries.

truely have struck gold in this weeks local paper: not only is there a double spead on francco cozzo, the man, the myth but also a weekly article by les twentyman, the man, the myth, that bought us sucessful campaigns such a 'hand in your knife and save your life'.

i like to keep the plastic cling-wrap-style covering on electronic goods, particularly on the screen, is it too much to ask that people just leave it in its place - you are not doing me a favour by permanently peeling back the plastic which protects the screen, you are simply allowing my personal items to become damaged at an increased rate.

what is it with people from the western suburbs and foodstar (the west's own all-you-can eat 'restaurant')?

the op-shop where my mother volunteers has their end of year function there, my grandmothers senoirs group always have their functions there (there were banned from smorgies for stealing food), and the general attitute is something along the lines of, "lets celebrate, by gorging ourselves, while watching the chronically obese totter back and forth, from their individual tables to the silver serving trays".

william is getting his braces on tomorrow, so of course, in the true spirit of william, he had to eat all he could eat just one last time (this week). i did not go. it was a wise decision. my father did (chaparone), apparently william ate alot, disappeared to the bathroom for fifteen minutes to vomit, before returning to again eat all he could eat.

what the fuck, the sunday magazine which comes with the paper had a recipe for Creamy chicken tartlets with butter, chicken and soymilk. the vitasoy people just don't get it, people won't buy their brand of soymilk, they'll just eat their Creamy chicken tartlets with cows milk. silly fuckers.

played a concert for vladimir. vladimir is a violin gun.

the thing is, he cut me out of the photo, and has spelled my name wrong on the program of every single cencert of his. that being said, he's like the stings version of the gonch, 'is strong the double bass, if you play and you hear, and you listen to the double bass, you will never, never, make a mistake'. amen to that, and no pressure upon kham not to fall asleep while keeping time in dull rhythms (not an understatement, i don't use sheet music half the time).

he is a seriously good violin teacher though, he even has a flashy website and all these relases of albanian music and apparently somebody made a documentary about him.

but i can never, never, forgive him for making us play christmas tunes.

animal aromatic sources in perfume (from wikipedia):

Ambergris: Lumps of oxidized fatty compounds, whose precursors were secreted and expelled by the Sperm Whale. Ambergris is commonly referred to as "amber" in perfumery and should not be confused with yellow amber, which is used in jewelry.
Castoreum: Obtained from the odorous sacs of the North American beaver.
Civet: Also called Civet Musk, this is obtained from the odorous sacs of the civets, animals in the family Viverridae, related to the Mongoose.
Honeycomb: Distilled from the honeycomb of the Honeybee.
Musk: Originally derived from the musk sacs from the Asian musk deer, it has now been replaced by the use of synthetic musks.

whoops, almost sent a letter to the editor with samuels mobile number instead of my own, it was rathar awkwards the last time she called samuel presuming she would be getting one katherinetan.

as many of you (samuel and noor) will presumably know, i hate high-waisted jean.

high-waisted pants make you look slimmer and taller: false.
its all fucking lie, they use really tall really thin models (who obviously look slim and tall in high-waisted pants) and some 'camp queer' with spikey peroxide hair to convince many that clothing which is attrocious on the majority of the population (bar a few hundred women), actually makes you look better than you otherwise would. just like when they lied and somehow managed to convince forty-five-year old mothers that g-strings and jeans make you look younger and hipper (sure the leave no panty-line, which is good right? but they also leave these huge arse toothfloss-like elastic gross things; that and its a piece of string rubbing against ones arse-crack) - or a 'yummy mummy'. frankly, i blame society, everyone should just wear all the black all the time, unless given a permit otherwise.

which is why it may surprise some of you to learn, that i own high-waisted jeans. two pairs actually. one in a black tight straight-leg, the other a blue loose slouch fit. the black ones are actually the james pants some of you may remember. i wore them twice, once because i had to bend over on stage, and once for kicks, in public, and after that, never again. i've been two and a half years clean. the other, bluer pair, are my round the house, harry-high pants, pants. i didn't pay for either pair.

which is why, i give to you, the pictures of me in high-waisted pants i showed noor. while they add junk to my trunk, they don't really do it in a good way. the pants in general are just not flattering (they make me look a bit fat) and not comfortable (pants should breath damn it).

from the american apparel website - reviews section:

ok, i got these like a while ago with my friend. and i LOVE THEM. they are so origional and not a lot of other people have them. and everybody loves them. and if you dont like them. stop shopping at abercrombie and holister and be origional and not one of those other idiots. well anywaze. these are the best and i am SO glad i baught these. i just wish they had them is aqua.

I bought these shorts for my job as a stripper at a night club and I am very pleased. The guys really love slipping the dollar-bills into my high-waistband.

Gertrude June 1, 2007 I think this is amazing! I love the way it barely covers my oversized nips...this way all people can enjoy the view. It also reminds me of the good ol' days back at studio 56 when I shook my money maker in trade for blow. This outfit screams "come and get me".

THIS SEXY NUMBER IS LIKE SOLID GOLD FOR YOUR COOCH! THE FELLAS REALLY LOVE CRAMMING THE BENJAMINS IN THESE SKIN TIGHT SHORTS! OH, AND WHEN THE LIGHTS AT THE STRIP CLUB HIT THESE SHORTS JUST RIGHT MY ASS LIGHTS UP LIKE A DISCO BALL! IF THIS SHIT WAS CHEAP THESE SHORTS WOULD BE RIDING UP MY FRONT BUTT WHEN I WORK MY SHIT ON THE POLE, BITCH!

If you want hot sex, buy this dress! I was feeling a bit naughty so I wore it out w/my bf with nothing underneath and it didn't take him long to notice. When we got home he didn't rip it off me like I expected, just pushed me over the side of the sofa and pulled it up. The hardest f*ck I've ever had and I owe it to this dress (in light pink:))!

I think this is amazing! I love the way it barely covers my oversized nips...this way all people can enjoy the view. It also reminds me of the good ol' days back at studio 56 when I shook my money maker in trade for blow. This outfit screams "come and get me".

the gangster across the courtyard are playing shitty hiphop far to loudly, i was practially force into putting on something else to drown out their bad aural vibes.

noor, if you could, my student number?
also, whats this shindig i hear word of via text message?

according to the ABC shop: "They're everybody's favourite anarchists, the chasers was on DVD!"

i got me myself some church marmelade. syrupy, gooey, gold like this is pretty much illegal thanks to food handling health and safety. its only through my underground sources am i able to even attain a single jar.

the thing with my flat is there are only four assorted bowls, four assorted plates, and four assorted mugs with witty catch-phrases such as "GE finance: fundaraiser for heart disease" and "stonnington city coucil accountants: continueing to evaluate and improve". point is somebody stole, perhaps broke when shit-faced, my soup bowl, and now i am left with no soup bowls, left to eat soup out of bowls awkwardly shaped for eating soup.

for all the people asking about my father growing his finger nails, and for noor whom has never seen him, but will now be able to envision the man from the half of his head shown in this picture.

note: if you press your face up against your monitor screen and peer closely, you can see the clear nail varnish.

all is well, i got a lift with emma, which was much appreciated considering she lives some place out north-east, her dad and grandfather even knew where my quaint little ghetto-flat is located.

my suspicions have been confirmed: only one of the several people to get colours for s.cru was doing speech night - which was full of all other kinds of bullshit awards, such as house awards and academic awards and just the majority of the awards in general.

now i'm tired, but in need of a haircut which i keep putting off and i feel icky from eating too many vegan chocolate-coconut cupcakes (thanks to ruth).

ps. why i'm against cadets in schools, noor, and i guess samuel:
1. as much as you may deny it, its a blatent and admitted recruiting ground for the army, and as such has no place in the education system (but, i guess that belief makes me a commie-leftist)
2. cadets, particularly is our school (perhaps, even more so in MHS) are given special priveledges not granted to other groups and clubs (such as the regulation prohibiting clubs influenced by outside organisation)

all that being said, i would have no problem with cadets in schools if we could also have a WPWW club, or a communism/socialism club, or even one of them infamous anti-women clubs.
my last shit hole of a school had no cadets, and to suddenly be thrown into a school environment where it is perfectly acceptable to march around in army uniforms with objects designed to replicate and simulate weapons is just fucking weird to say the least.

pps. greatest quote ever: "your old blog was just about you insecurities in the bedroom, now your blog is just about food" - is not, its a scathing critique of modern society throught the medium of metaphor.

what the fuck am i doing? why the fuck am i getting up a six tomorrow and getting home at 12:30 tomorrow when i coud have just, and gotten more aknowledgement and school colours? why the fuck am i still in s.cru, when its evident that i'm not actually needed, that i don't actually do any real work, and that i hate it soo fucking much? - unlike props, or say, table carriers.

nothing against the people that got colours or the sm, but serious, what the fuck, i applied for sm with twice the experience, plus lighting and sound skills and a heck of a lot less on my plate, but didn't get sm because a certain teacher who play favorites dislikes me. same reason for not getting colours. i've been in s.cru longer. i do more stuff (high and low profile). it pisses me off soo much, that i can't sleep, its 2am, i need to be at the town hall in approximately five hours, pretty sure nobody who got colours will bother to show up for such a low profile gig.

and then, my best option for getting home, is catching the train to seddon station and then getting a taxi to me flat. - no fucking way am i going through footsccray station and central footscray, cos straight up, its not safe: period. this bullshit is actually going to end up costing me money in the way of a taxi fare.

considering not going, but then i said i would, and if i don't it'll just seem petty, and i'll appear the imature one, and in their little minds the school community and a certain teacher will be able to furthur convince themselves that refusing kham colours (considering involvement in a single production was criterion enough for recieving colours) was completly just and dignified.

just had a thought: how the hell am i getting home after speech night, no fucking way am i going through footscray and 12, 12:30.

say, spore, if you happen to read this before tomorrow, you should totally bring photos in a digital format (may i suggest the compact disk fromat)

'anarcho-communist' need to stumble upon the revelation that referring to each other as 'comrade' does not aid their case by any means.

note: they also need to learn to focus on their own grassroots movements, and not soley just upon the movement in Chiapas mexico.

"epipens save lives" - the words of a man allergic to cats, dogs, horses, grasses and the sun.

the downside: my flat smells life something died in a pan on the stove and then some idiot turned the stove on.
the upside: i can pretend like i'm a cultured yuppie living in some cultured area (lie yarraville or seddon) cos some crazy ethnic is playing crazy ethnic music.

ps. spore, nobody noticed you crafy escape from the school and s.cru, sam did all the heavy rostrum and piano ends lifting, soo your mad skillz were not needed and all is sweet. sm wan't there either.

pps. samuel, nobody cares that you can left heavy things because of you testicles and their testosterone

ppps. one of the yr9s is a vegan (i believe) and thinks skittles are vegan - silly!
which raises a giganormous moral dilema, do i tell her they are not and appear patronising, or did do i not tell her and she feels bad when she finds out she's been eating non-vegan things and telling everybody that such things are vegan. oh, the dilema, if only Gary Francione had written something on the subject.

pppps. apparently over at MHS, sarah is considered the 'hot macrob teacher'

in true math department style, orietation consisted of going over questions from this years 3/4 exam. to get a hed start and all. and to subconciously instill the message that 'indeed, math is hard, but archeivable'.

i have to say, what i always wanted, was a hooters cookbook.

almost a much as, i'm sure the women of the american armed forces want a hooters calendar.

i can't even make a snappy, whitty remark about this one:

election on tv update: can hear at least five people watching star wars across the courtyard, one flat keeps cheering, can't figure out who for yet, presuming labour.

watching the election on a tv with shitty reception in my shitty flat.
the rents vote everso eclectically:
maureen: labour (unquestionably as her mother did)
margaret: labour (unquestionably as her mother did)
kiong: liberal in a safe labour seat, and greens in a liberal or marginal seat (wtf?, liberal and the greens? though he can't actually vote cos he's a fob)

the question on everybodies lips: is it noors turn to vote this year, and if so who did she vote for byproxy, and if not, who did her brother vote for?

the local socialist alliance candidate for wills, Zane, aka Emcee Doc Fruit, is also an experience hip-hop artist, working with others to build the progressive element in the Oz hip=hop scene.

i'm sitting here typing this little blog entry on my brand spanking new laptop... from aldi. frankly, i didn't see it coming, we had to buy fatty a new laptop cos he absolutely essentially 'needed' one for school, and ye olde toshiba with a fride-like finish (ie. a white piano-finish) was far too ancient to possibly usable in the high-tech myopia that is westbourne (the thing has 512 ram, the only reason it lags is cos dumb-shit put vista and all this other crap on it and plays far too much CS in the classroom - possibly why he failed science). and the deal with aldi tecnology is, its soo freaking cheap, and it sells out soo freaking quickly. and the deal with westbourne technology is you pay thrice the market value for a piece of shit you can't even run basic programs on. example, westbourne was trying to flog a tablet pc with 120gb hard drive, 1gb ram, shared graphics memory for over three thousand. the aldi laptop (made by medion, its not actually aldi brand) is a widescreen laptop with 160gb hard drive, 2gb ram and cost literally a third of that (it also has all these whizz-bang crazy doo-dads built into it, such as webcam, tv-input/output, and a fingerprint scaning device, in case anybody tries to steal my physixs notes).

so there we were, 8:30 in the morning, queing out the front of aldi, there were about thirty people joining us, all pressede up against the door, like narky sardines, one man looked like the gooch. it was pretty hilarious, watching everybody attempt to subtily and politely push in front of somebody else. the doors opened at 9, again everyone attempted to walk briskly olypics-walking-style without letting anyone overtake them. apparently most people wre queing to buy up big on bicycles and razor scooters nearly ran each other over, trying to carry three large bicyles on there small bodies. only ten laptops sold in the the five or ten minutes we were in the store. william also wanted a tablet notepad so we had to buy that also. and i wanted earl-grey tea, needles to say, i got my tea. i wasn't expecting it, i asked the lady behind (aldi does not ever hire teenagers) the counter for a laptop (they lock them up), it was at that point mu father said to the woman, 'make it two'. apparently he felt the need to reaffirm his manhood, he was not buying a laptop which fatty doesn't need because he's completely whipped, no, that's why he'll buy kham a laptop, it'll make her be nice to him, and stop constantly telling him he's whipped, to get on his hands and knees and begs williams forgiveness for not driving over to me mums to pick him up from the private westbourne bus stop and drive him two blocks to me mums house.

it's a decent laptop, but man is vista shitty, with shitty crap that chews through ram for no real reason at all; google gadgets can suck my penis frankly - why the fuck do i want this piece of shit on my desktop slideshowing scenic pictures of landscapes and wildlife, why the duck do i need two clocks on my desktop, it's really not going to strain my eyes to look an extra two inches down everytime i want to check the time. the media programs and office are alright i guess, but still, open office works just as well and won't cost you hundreds of dollars.

ps. linux 4 lyfe

lolercoaster: veganporn (not vegporn), changed their title to tastebetter, apparently too many people clicked on the link actually expecting vegan porn, despite, it say this is not actual porn underneath the link.

its such bad, cheap, american tv, completely lacking the brilliance of other british reality television such as, wife-swap, masters & servants, how clean is your house etc. but hell, its the holidays, i won't speak about it other than on the internets, and i keep it too my closet if i had a laptop computer.

but anyway, i felt really bad for this guy:

Thoth @ America's Got Talent

samuel, you owe the city library $5 in fines on my card. please return the archery books.

*yes, indeed, i have resorted to publicly shaming you on the internets

rob, your wife, you mother and all your daughters are mole-dog hoe-bags.
and frankly, i don't have time to deal with you defending them.

this is how lunch with kiong and mumsy compare:

kiong: went to dong ba - take my advice and never go there. he decided he wanted to got there cos they have three bags of bean shoots delivered every morning (in comparison to the usual two for a popular restaurant, one for an average restaurant). no vegetarian, let alone vegan (pretty much the same thing is asian food with the exception of egg and fish sauce). he got some duck pho thing which had a funky taste and as a result he left most of it. i slurped on four colours (grass jelly, mung bean, red bean, coconut milk, gula and shaved ice - otherwise known as che ba mau i believe) for half and hour. didn't end up eating anything and the four colour was nothing special.

maureen: went to thien an, the most westernised joint (and coincidently constantly toted as genuine asian footscray food by the age) in all of footscray - took mum there cos, well, she's pretty darn westernised (i-atai food was banned from her house as a child cos it stunk up the fridge, she also grew up with 'don't pick things up from the side of the road, a filthy chinaman might have touched them' and 'touch a chinaman for luck' - they also for a point believe in the existence of the malaya monkey mail service). ate rice paper rolls and lemon grass chilli tofu. it was alright, definitely westernised, had better had worse. point is i ate food which wasn't rank.

for better food (but less vegan options than thien an) and better four colours (thien an is too sweet), i would suggest the place we've been going to for years and since i went vegan the guy asked why he sees me less - can't remember what is called but if you go to the corner with to's bakery and the pharmacy, its the closest place on the side of the pharmacy, on barkly street.

why i wrote that all out i have no ideas, cos who reads khams blogs who would ever eat in footscray, other than samuel who i tells anyway.

ps/ the vegetarian, mock meat place it footscray is bad, they just make bad asian food. its well priced with good service and a nice atmosphere and everything, if only they learned to cook.

some douchbag has been playing monophonic christmas tunes for the past hour

Soy is making kids 'gay'

"There's a slow poison out there that's severely damaging our children and threatening to tear apart our culture."

"If you're a man, you're suppressing your masculinity and stimulating your "female side," physically and mentally."

"Soy is feminizing, and commonly leads to a decrease in the size of the penis, sexual confusion and homosexuality. That's why most of the blame for today's rise in homosexuality must fall upon the rise in soy formula and other soy products."

"Homosexuals often argue that their homosexuality is inborn because "I can't remember a time when I wasn't homosexual." No, homosexuality is always deviant."

"U.S. girls are now growing breasts or pubic hair before age three"

"Boy babies fed soy formula may go into puberty late — or not at all. Some of these boys are so feminized that their breasts grow but their penises don't. Some mature into adults with penises not much bigger than the ones they were born with! Others might look normal and go through puberty on time, but can't father children because their sperm are too few in number"

"a girl-chasing, football-playing college boy won't go gay even if he becomes a vegetarian or snacks all day on soy energy bars. My larger concern is that the increasing number of less robust 15-year-olds who are already "struggling with their sexual identity" will be shoved over that thin line into homosexuality. No, they won’t wake up some morning with floppy wrists and a nasal lisp, but they may begin to gravitate toward social circles where they feel more comfortable — and less expected to be rowdy or brag about a string of sexual conquests. And once a teen is ensconced in a homosexual milieu, breaking free from it could mean abandoning his best friends."

guess that explains samuels homoerotic tendencies then...
now if only he ate just a bit more tempeh i could get him to stop having sex with busty women

in fact, i'm sure limpwrist were all strait as rulers once, then they all got involved in the hardcore scene, became vegetarians, and well, thats where all the trouble started.

i have herpes.

on my face.

and its gross, and i blame it on stress and i blame it on that elizabeth woman. hope sam doesn't get it, somehow his entire life he's managed to avid getting a cold sore. but i guess his entire life he's also been allergic to practically everything so i guess it all evens out.

the thing with those beads that convert to GHB in the body, is that if you're kid is stupid enough to put shit like that in their mouth, or conversely, if you're too much of a dumbfuck to watch you're kid properly and give them age and maturity appropriate toys, well its only a matter of time till they put something in their mouth of no chemical significance which they just plain boring choke on.

the thing about FC is that its grounds are directly adjacent to public property and there is no barrier or sign to signify where one boundary begins and the other ends.the other thing about FC is one of their entrances is labelled as the entrance to a 'community garden' and enters into ring of portables and an amphitheatre. the other thing about FC is certain select members of their staff are dumbfuck douchbags (this is a serious understatement, a civilised society would have euthanised such individuals at birth).

kham enter though FC through the entrance labelled as 'community garden'.
she walks away from the areas with students towards the only region unoccupied by students.
it is then that she is accosted by woman who resembles a wrinkly jigglypuff. for the sake of this recollection we shall call her Elisabeth, we shall also say, hypothetically that she teaches math and science.
E: "young lady, young lady come here now" - rude, condescending tone
(kham ignored her and continued to move away from the FC students, not frequently spoken to as a member of the public on public property in such patronising fashion, kham presumed the Elisabeth was hailing someone else)
(the rathar large individual trailed kham in hot pursuit)
E: "young lady, i called you several times and you ignored me, now get back on school property" - again said in quite the inappropriate fashion
K: "look, i can show you my student id, i don't go to school here" - slightly flustered at being spoken to in such a manner, yet still polite (hey, i'm reasonable, i can accept that i with my youthful appearance was mistaken for a student)
E: "well then you're trespassing, get off school property now" (wait, a tick, i thought i was meant to get back on school property a minute ago)
K: "this is public property - i have every right to be here"
E: "this is not public property, you knew you were on school property"
K: "this is public property, the sign at the entrance says community garden, there is no sign which says FC and there are no fences"
E: "are you blind or stupid or something, can't you see the building"
K: "regardless, these are grounds not buildings and these are public grounds"
E: "get off the property now"

i was willing to argue further, but samuel dragged me away.

upon contacting the vice principal (the principal was not available) i was told several things:
- i'm a vindictive liar
- Elizabeth is a professional (and hence she would never cover her unprofessional backside)
- the topography of the land made the school/public land boundaries evident yo any idiot
- Elizabeth was trying to protect both myself and samuel from sinister goings on behind the sinister rubble (which was off school property)

if a man hit me like that it would be abuse...
but cos they have a relatively small, relatively bald, penis, its fine, and i'm just a little bit precious.

my mother, the woman who once got a restraining order placed upon her, banning her from my brother's primary school indefinitely as a result of 'causing too much stress to a teacher' - she was questioning why my brother, despite not knowing the alphabet in grade two, had been withdrawn from the assisted reading program; the teacher had to take an entire day worth of stress leave - has now turned her attention to the rude and inappropriate behaviour of certain members of the FCHC staff towards members of the public on public property.

"The first-of-its-kind performance shoe is built on a new and unique last created to address the specific fit and width requirements for the Native American foot."

"The Considered design ethos also honors the traditional Native American Seventh Generation philosophy, an approach that respects the impact of decisions made today on seven generations. The shoe’s design draws inspiration directly from Native American culture."

- The Nike Air Native N7

whats next, the nike air FOB?

they're oldies but classics:






yes, i've been re-reading my NN2S.

google "peanut allergy in schools-peanut free schools", go to page three of the google search, and you will find one kham-blog - that mean i'm like totally the 30th most popular person when it comes to ""peanut allergy in schools-peanut free schools""

save the microorganisms:
amoeba liberation - human liberation

woo. post 200. its cos i'm soo popular and learned, with mad writing skillz.

yes, it is what i've always needed, a gun that shoots condoms...

does the concept of a 'commando supernanny' make anyone else giggle and excrete just the tiniest amount of urine in the process?

drinking organic camomile tea: its times like these i wonder if its even worth continuing doomed to this wretched commie existence, next thing i know i'll be raving about bio-regionalism.

apparently crisco is not only ideal for depp frying, but also:

As a sexual lubricant, it is long-lasting, cheap, and does not exude a strong odor.

from wikipedia.

for all the times Samuels said
"please don't, i'm not very photogenic"
"you look fine, get over it"
"yeah, but you're photogenic" (with the implication that kham, male model extraordinair has never had a bad photograph taken of her, and hence would not understand the unphotogenic plight of mere mortals such as one samuel)

my camera is broke.
correct: faulty.
its all cannons fault.

went to a bolch family bash. weird. they're like a family and shit. and i know i'm playing the badass from the hood lines, but i'm not bullshitting when i say none of my extended family get on. its gotten to to point where certain members of the family 'drop in' for a 'catch-up' (read: borrow money) and William frantically scrambles round telling everyone to "turn off the tv and pretend we're not home"...

... shit its going to be an awkward conversation if the family ever tumbles upon this blog. but what can you do, they can't silence me.

none of my other letter have been published: oh they were left alright, but they weren't quite latte enough for the age.

played at a concert at westbourne. they are utter douchbags.

fuckload of wank, arrogance and patronisation from the westbourne students and teachers. but what can you do. its a middle-of-nowhere town with nothing but shopping complexes and backwards attitudes. and i left, and i only went back as a favour to vlad.

while most late night television, soft-porn on your mobile, hawkers asks you to text 'sexy' or ' hawwt' or 'babez' to a 1900number, the paris hilton proliferaters ask you to text 'porridge' to their 1900number. talk about originality. or is it just some hip new slang which i haven't quite gotten the hang of yet.

...like today, samuel, was all like, "'honky' ain't no term for a person from hong kong". apparently i'm just not young enough to get it.

yes its true, my mad english skillz, have led to my letter published in the age, whining about all sorts of important limousine liberal causes.

see, i'm not the only one who eats "weird food combinations": Wafuu Pasuta: Japanese style pasta

why we should continue to consume transfats: transfats may only be replace in processed foods by saturated fats, and we all know how bad those are
- The CCF: hilarious

this made me laugh, extreme vegan doctors with political agendas...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FurT0Vc1Xpw&eurl=http://www.pcrm.org/childhoodobesity/index.html

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fOIM1_xOSro

new widget, new widget, new widget, new widget, new widget...

and no, by widget i do not mean a tiny purple alien with a mission to save earth from pollution and the catch phrase "purple pulsars"

The show focused on a 4ft tall, purple alien from the Horsehead Nebula named Widget who could shapeshift. He and a group of young, human friends, Brian, Kevin and Kristine, would go through a number of adventures to protect the natural environment. Widget is frequently accompanied by the Megabrain, an extremely intelligent but somewhat clumsy being who appears as a floating head (with a transparent cranium) and floating hands.

The show was produced by Calico Creations to teach children about the dangers of pollution. Each episode would have Widget contending with a villain wishing to exploit Earth's environment or natural resources, like Dr. Dante, Mega Slank, and his evil twin, Ratchet.

This show ran for 65 episodes and spawned a NES game of its own. It was produced by Atlus and debuted in 1992. A SNES game, Super Widgeto Power(30-3-88), also by Atlus was released in 1993.

no, by a widget, in my technological lingo, i'm referring to the little list, right-hand corner somewhere, of books i own and or read.got the idea from bob torres blog, and i think is just swell.

word bingle, herd for the second time in my life, and the first time in my life outside the letteri family - i was watching today tonight

i truly am living the post-exam, young and carefree, lebobo lifestyle: writing letters to the editor of the age and such.

zomg: carson kresly wearing the famous allan man combination and giving his fashion tips on the channel ten news - he truly did work that green tie, pink shirt combination.

aka. "the watermelon"

a scathing critique of modern society:
today kham targets: peanuts

or more specifically, peanut allergies.or even more specifically, the special rights certain parents of children with peanut allergies think their children have. yes i think people who care for children should be trained in dealing with allergies, heck, i think the population in general should have first aid training which would presumable cover dealing with allergies. but to declare all schools peanut-free zones? preposterous. it puts the rights of certain children with allergies above other. more people are lactose intolerant than allergic to peanuts*, but i ain't seeing any banning of milk in schools movements. point is: the yuppie 'yummy-mummies"** need to settle down just a little, and actually think about what they're advocating.



* lactose tolerance is found primarily in those of European descent.
** this term is just gross, it sound pornographic and weird, but maybe i'm just not fringe enough

could it be true?
is what they all said would happen finally happening?

will kham bust out in D-cups come speech night?

stay tuned.

went and got a blood test, went something like this:

"i can't believe you're scared of getting a blood test, they don't hurt or anything" - samuel on khamuel putting off getting a bloodtest


"stay with me katherine" - the pathologist on kham nearly falling off the chair and passing out

"i think i need to vomit" - samuel on watching kham receive a blood test

$1 for a litre of chocolate soymilk,
$1 for five packets of poppadoms

are you pleasing your women?

some of you may have noticed the nifty new addition of the links box in the bottom left-hand corner.
as you (or at least samuel) know, i love reading about food - one of those complete and utter tosser 'foodies'. including non-vegan food. but hell, don't point the finger at me, samuel like deer-shooting arcade games.

so anywho, linked are the food blogs i browse occasionally.

on that note, i always wanted my very own vegan food blog, as you may have infered from the everso witty, yet shockingly bare 'you don't win friends with salad' blog registered under this blogger account. however, my camera is broken and, i don't think the world is ready for the culinary delights of katherinetan, its all just too edgy and fresh for the public to handle at this stage - i truely am ahead of my time

my father on noors lively hood: "its very healthy food, a complete meal: meat, bread, vegetables, its like taking a protein pill"

"A 56 gram (approximately 2 ounce) serving of original Spam provides 7 grams of protein, 2 grams of carbohydrates, 15 grams of fat (23% US Daily Value) including 6 grams of saturated fat (28% US Daily Value), and over 170 calories. A serving contains nearly a third of the recommended daily intake of sodium (salt). Spam provides very little in terms of vitamins and minerals (0% vitamin A, 1% vitamin C, 1% calcium, 3% iron). It has been listed as a food that is a poor choice for weight loss (or weight gain) and optimum health and as a food that "is high in saturated fat and sodium"

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spam_musubi

the land of meat and honey...


minus the honey cos its not allowed on the fatkins diet

cos i give the people (noor) whats they want:

chem: long, so fucking long, the nerds will tell you that they finished with fifteen minutes left and such, but i knows for a fact, that even certain nerds coun't derive the certain ph of a certain reaction. but the exam was reasonable none the less.

spesh: better than i expected, but still not exactly thinking of doing 'good' in comparison to all the other nerds, same rcos(0-a) question as well as everything that wasn't statics or kinematics, but go figure such is life (ie. unfortunately not as full of physics as it should be)

lang: chose the creole question, my essay was structured pretty much identically to the sample essay, short answer was not too good, used shitty (partially fictional) examples in the essay and absolutely none in the third paragraph - ran out of paper

physics: i truly believe i answered absolutely everything correctly (however, rennie might think otherwise) - finish 30mins early - lars kept giving me these "you are so shitty at englang looks" (or so i'd like to believe)

in response to the drama tears: sarah got fired, cook, whom i can't stand therefore gains even more power

history controversy? gossip like its hwat noor.


ps. if smelsher is reading this, i can only apologies for missing her birthday celebrations

would you do if an older woman was texting your boyfirend?
- tell madelyn to stay away from my man

in other channel seven news, apparently women go for me who resemble their fathers. hairy italian vs. unable to grow facial hair asian. a clear resemblence.

one down and what feels like a basquillion left to go, but in actual fact three; physics, spesh, lang.

got stuck talking to some junkie with a really bad inner elbow infection about speech night. oh, and then i got sushi. it went something like this:
"do the vegetarian hand rolls have mayonaise?"
(blank look)
"they have rice and some vegetables with some tofus"
"yes, i know what they are, but do they have mayonaise"
(blank stare)
"they are vegetarian one, we have one with chicken and tuna also"
"i know, but i'm allergic to dairy, i can't eat them if they have mayoniase"
"i'll check for you"
"this one (points to handroll in question) has no mayonaise"

the levels to which we sometimes stoop (i don't have a dairy allergy at all, i was lying).

but seriously, yoyogi, hand rolls are larger and cheaper than the general fair, and their inari would take Samuel at leak three bites (as opposed to the usual two).

"i don't support the RSPCA cos they're speciest: they only care about cats and dogs" - stewy on being a hippytarian

fucking oath, if i wanted to babysit little shits i would've gotten knocked up.

cos physics is ph-fun

now i know what you're all thinking: oh great another rant about how much smelly hippies are the commie scum of the earth and people like that are so completely anti-business (even more so than greg combet) that they deserve to have the words anti-business branded across their foreheads with a redhot poker and their bodies churned up into a cheaper alternative to beef for the poor.

but alas no, my initial thought was: he's not going to regret his temporarily fashionable tatoos in the future, they go nicely with his kanji and tribal armbands

i freakin love google analytics, makes me feel like such a net celebrity, in that self-indulgent way that people check how many myspace page views they have and then compare this figue to other in attempt to be more popular and interesting, to feel more liked and witty...



but seriously, which fuking idiot is using interentexplorer, and as for applesafari, you trendy artfag, real men with real testicles use linux and assemble their own computers

katherinetan is watching you.

that samuel is a bad, bad man.

he jeopardises study with his seductive man-velcro.

"Mr.Marcus plays the America's first black president. His daughter, played by Dana Dearmond, gets kidnapped by a preppy blond, (played by Charlotte Stokely), who threatens to keep the girl unless everything ALT is outlawed. As part of her torture, she is forced to listen to the same pop song over and over, with subliminal messages about conformity. President Marcus hires Joanna and her Angels to rescue his daughter, and save everything alternative in the country."

sounds like pornographic gold

its twelve at night, why the fuck would you play cheesy opera and do the hoovering with you windows completely open? i guess the answer is, its cos you just haven't integrated into Australian society properly.
that and the people I'm referring to in our block have a car, littered with "my sexual preference: often" and "breast inspection officer" stickers so they're probably just douchbags anyway.

"well some rich people are just a little bit precious"
"oh lars, you're such generic leftist"
"me? i'm one of howards battlers"
"you sure you've integrated enough into australian society to call yourself an aussie battler"

- lars & kham, on wesley paying for individual taxis to chaperone each individual member of their chess team from their front doorstep to the box hill chess club and back again

http://balena.co.kr/

Several models said they were initially drawn in by American Apparel's progressive environmental policies, sweatshop-free manufacturing, and youthful corporate identity. But their dreams of success were soon shattered. "Before I knew it, I was squatting on the floor in this humid room with a camera pointed at my crotch," said model Gabrielle.


for hanna (who i know doesn't read my blog, but hell, its recruiting time - makes me feel witty'n'all)

holy hell, if you haven't seen this yet get off the fucking internet, turn the tv on, and sit, and sit, and sit until you see sibean on a vote liberal ad testifying that "the howard government has done great things for the australian economy"

"Girls and Guns is where beautiful women and raw fire power come together"

"Every month Tough Sports live searches for new sexy girls who have what it takes to operate some of the most deadly weapons on earth."

well that makes me just a little juicy in my pants.

i pulled a bit of a sourface when i found out my very own soy-toy is working as headchef tonight without a kitchenhand without a headchef wage.

apparently he has to fry bacon in butter then add cream then stir in parmesan cheese. fuckin gross ehy?

apparently madelyn found samuels shopping list for camping...
i believe its now stuck to the fridge.
i believe it goes something like: apples, bananas, 'protection'...

spore, you down with dumpling and pulling the whole crew together some time next week?

melvin braggs, the adventures of english on SBS.

please have restrain and refrain from creaming yourself.

some of the more observant of you may have noticed the crazee-go-nuts widget doo-daddy tot he right-ish of the screen. just chillax and don't do anything crazy (like reboot your computer) while i explain.

remember that crazy cat yongfook? well he's come up with some kind of interweb function perfectly honed to flush out the numerous food pics from my flickr (as per certain spore requests).

perhaps this will dispell the 'khams, she so crazee eurasian, she even put cumin is tomato sauce'. (its true, cumin, its not like thats spanish or anything, no, we must never forget that the italians have a monopoly on tomato sauces - but then again what else can they grow, other than olives?)

what does 10$ buy a girl these days?

it would appear KatheirneTan male-model extraodinair, whom who has the cuisine which reigns supreme has take a bit of a hiatus from blogging. or so it would appear. hiatus or coup? i ask you this noor. forced to take drastic measures, kham is straightout refusing to publish any furthur blog post until formal photographs are delivered to her. and don't think you can live without it, cos 'no spesh and no blog make noor something something'

"boneless chicken breast pounded and rolled around cold unsalted butter, then breaded and fried"

so its lard wrapped thinly in chicken and deep fried. excuse me while i vomit into my hummous.


ps. noor, you know what i want

this whole time i though screeching "tits out for the boys" with that giggling-lolita tone was a macrob thing to be done around MHS boyz.
apparently i was everso naive. i heard it a least twice at steve and nicks (or sticks) 18th. the whole world, topsy-turby.

it wasn't that it was a bad party, in actual fact it would have been quite festive. the only downfall was it was really cold and i was the only one not from FC. left at about nine. they live in the street next to my mother house, but no, i walked back to the flat. samuel escorted me. and we ate hummous and flatbread.

and then i went to sleep and he left to return to the party. he was gone for six minutes. apparently there was a group of teenagers throwing a party and apparently they were intimidating and apparently samuel ran straight back to the flat and locked the door firmly behind him. and then we watched chomsky.

so, speaking of seeing hanna and ainsley at dumpling house after school, after having not gone to school, after having been 'fixing' samuels 'computer'.

hanna and ainsley know noor and noor has formal photographs which she should totally send to kham.

i live in a shitty flat with shitty electricity.

went to the official nerd convention (with smamuel), otherwise known as software freedom day, otherwise known as lets stand round for a couple of hours and discuss IDE, or was that KDE, one of the two anywho. got a new distro finally, though, but i wussed out on asking the head nerd about the ubuntu partitioning capabilities and fedora/redhat compatability. word.



there was this great moment when i was checking out a spaceinvaders shirt, and he was checking out the 'ivan ooze: master of disaster' shirt, and there was a look of judgement but then acceptace. yet to see a real life tax tatoo however.

and the punchline: 'if i put this on my computer can i still use the internet'. lolz.

i've been asked many times whether i actually know the meaning of douche bag. to these people i say yes. unlike my use of the word mole in a jovial manner, where in which i believed i was calling somebody a clawed, furry digging animal.

i think the people upstairs have broken up (thank god, they shag too fucking loudly). a girl in tracksuit with something classy written across her ass ran throught he 'courtyard' wailing with half her mascara dribbling into he mouth. a man in a tracksuit then ran down the stairs yelling and her to come back. needless to say i was considering taking a page out of noor's mother's book and fetching a loaf of bread.

whats gross, deep-fried cheese:

if anybody feels like proofing my eng lang essay:

Conservative Language prescriptivism, that is the mistaken belief in a ‘pure’ (and for the purpose of this essay the standard) English, threatened by slang our outside influence, is based on a misunderstanding of the English language. There are three quintessential argument to every English prescriptivist repertoire, the first that there is a correct form of English, the second that a word must be codified to be legitimate, the third that standard English should be enforced at the expense of other dialects, and the fourth, that change to the language will destroy the tradition and history ingrained within the standard. and hence, as this sentence begins with a conjunction, it seems only appropriate to address the prescriptivist beliefs and attitudes.

One of the prescriptivist beliefs holds that Standard English should be preserved as it is the correct, logical and elegant form of the language. The standard, and the prescriptive views surrounding it, are often based on the writings of the 18th century grammarians who(m) instructed people upon the ‘correct’ use of the English language. Perhaps the most influential of these writing was Robert Lowth’s ‘A Short Introduction to the Grammar of English’ (published 1762), with rules more than guidelines such as, ‘do not end a sentence with a preposition’, ‘do not use double negatives’, ‘always use whom, in its place, never replace it with who’. He wrote that ‘I had wrote’ and ‘it was wrote’ should be replaces with ‘I had written’ and ‘it was written’. So how very embarrassing it is that Lowth would contradict himself in private correspondence to his wife: ‘my last wrote in a very great hurry’ and later in the same letter ‘whose faces and names i had forgot’(footnote). Lowths letters to his wife demonstrate that language may not simply be forced into a standard, and any attempt to do so will be met with numerous contradictions.

A second belief of modern day prescriptivist (as well as Herald Sun readers and scrabble players alike), it that a word is not reals and that the (meaning) of this word is not real has it not been verified and written down in a dictionary. With the dictionary definition of to go ballistic – when missiles go ballistic they do not explode(footnote) – there can be little question that the dictionary is a little behind the times when it comes to certain words or phrases. As an editor of the Oxford English Dictionary has put it ‘no form of linguistic engineering and no amount of linguistic legislation will prevent the cycles of change that lie ahead’(footnote). The process by which a word or language feature enters into a dictionary or grammar book, relies upon the usage of such a word or feature by the media and by society, and hence there will always be a delay in the ‘realness’ of a word and the ‘certified-realness’ of a word. (put some kind of conjunction in here)
Philosopher John Locke wrote in his Essay on Human Understanding that words only mean what they are understood to mean; and consequently, usage must be the sole arbiter(footnote). This is evident in the recent changes to the English language as a result of the feminist (eg. spokesperson) and civil rights movements (eg. afro-american) as well as the attempts to be politically correct in language usage.
The language cannot be entirely based on what is codified and they fast become outdated and new features and constantly being added to English and indeed the standard English.

(possibly even the argument than the 18th century grammarians could not agree on a standard)

The third prescriptivist attitude is that Standard English is the socially acceptable form and hence, students (and foreign learners) must be disciplined and corrected for their own good when using and ‘incorrect’ form or dialect of English. While it is true that the standard dialect hold a position and function in society as a kind of lingua franca – the medium of communication between peoples of different dialects. (footnote: (by farlex) http://www.thefreedictionary.com/lingua+franca) The prescriptivist view holds the clearly false presumption that individuals may only be competent in one language or dialect, that bidialectals do not exist, and if they are not corrected when using non-standard English they well not be able to utilize standard English, and they society would descend into language anarchy. In Germany, German speakers use their local dialect when speaking to others within their region and standard German in when talking to everyone else of in a formal setting. These local dialects are not considered as being wrong or ignorant, merely as having a different function from the standard form (footnote). The prescriptivist attitude towards the variant dialects of the English language reflects deeper social judgments, usually about class and intelligence, which can be seen throughout history, judgments those educated and those in a position of power feel able to make about others and their use of language. The 18th century grammarians upheld Latin and Greek as the logical scientific dialects, while the romance and Germanic languages were seen as vulgar and barbaric(footnote).; a notion which can be identified as purely prejudice. While the standard dialect of English is an important skill, an individual is able to utilize many dialects and to judge one dialect as inferior is simply not egalitarian.

The final prescriptivist belief is that standard English reflects the tradition and history of the language, a value which should be preserved. It is true that our current language reflect the history of the language. The West Germanic invasion and viking occupation saw the Norse (grammar) restructure (similar to our current system with emphasis on word order) and Old English (460-1066). The middle ages and the French occupation saw an additional 10,000 words in Middle English (1066-1450). attempt at standardization and well as the printing press, Shakespeare and the addition of 10-12,000 words as a result of navel trade formed Early Modern English (1450-1700). And English as we know it began in the 1700s(Footnote). However, this is not justification for an overly-complex and outdated standard English. Throughout history the English language has lost and changed words and this continues to happen to this day, yet prescriptivist are trying to alter the natural course of the English language. Impede, a word introduced during the time of Early Modern English survived, its (opposite) expede did not (footnote). We will always have records and writing of the tradition and history of English, there is not need to inhibit the current users of English for utilizing it to the best of their ability.

Prescriptivist argue many things, most of them incorrect, and many of them stemming from a misunderstanding of the English language. By making arguments pertaining to the preservation of the standard English, language prescriptivist demonstrate little understanding of the demonstrated fact that the English language is constantly changing. One many only study English, they may not enforce it.

its pretty much decided, jumpsuit is the way to go formal 2007.

then back to the room where i can be a naughty "corndog vendor"

is it just me, or is pine nuts in baklava weird?

point is don't buy food in the south yarra region, you are better off soliciting a fancy prostitute to grow and cook you something. did get a really decent coffe with sam through. before he scuttled off to get a fatehrs day gift and i reluctatly trotted to MH for a seven hour rehersal. and by rehersal, i mean there were no lights so i just kinda sat there and watched otehrs reherse.

i lost my essay. i spent all afternoon re-writing it. i have spent an entire day writing an 800w essay. shoot me.

there are photos upadated on my flickr. possible formal dress photo.