we lost choral but what else is new. i know everybody says this about their particular house, but we should have won, or at least not came last.

apparently shamuel reads my blogs, as if that boy knows how to use a computer.

pie day today. got into so much shit because i got home at 7:30, ie. really dark, ie. the hood was not a very chill place.

got home just intime for insight. teenage sexuality, freaking hilarious. they had the dolly doctor on the show.
"i've found girls are never really fussed about condoms, i know if i were a girl i wouldn't want a piece of latex; i'd probably have thousands of STI because i'm a player" - 'a generic teenager'
"is clamidia like a fungus?" - another 'generic teenager'

there was all the regular oral sex, is it sex and slut vs. fridgid discussion (speaking of which, face). relativly little content. brings me back to the health ed days.

"can girls like get hiv?" - student
"i hear every sperm is the size of a full stop on a page, so they're quite small really" - teacher (yes, seamonkeys are in fact semen)

now i'll be the first to admit i can't put a condom on with great finess and ease, and frankly i blame the schools.

ps/ my brother is watching borat. i hate that man. as much as you can argue that he debases sexism and racism by making it funny, if i'm offended (and i am), i don't really think he has archieved that goal. i believe he has made it socially acceptable, and indeed fashionable to make jokes about gender and race again. and let's not forget that soo many people take it at a low-brow level, and example of which my brother.

man, soo tired. soo much work and stuff on recently.

had house chorals yesterday. missed vladimir's orchestra. miss that cray-zee russian. "you must play strrong the double bass katrien, strrong".

cos of the burnley tunnel my bus was delayed an hour today, was running to hand in my bio SAC prac. she slammed the door behind me. i stuffed up the prac design, that i know. i finnished the SAC early, it really scared me, everyone else was writing as i walked out of the room.

YLAC meeting. soo tired. spesh test tomorrow.

not cool lampson confiscated my vegan bands. and he's a vegetarian. and he's the cadets teacher. what the hell. do they look offensive to you?



saw hot fuzz with samuel, waited over half an hour for a taxi. freakin hilarious.

yep, it was pretty embarassing, i forgot to wash the conditioner from my shampoo...

freaking s.cru, of more specifically, the not stage not crew part of the production. there are ways and 'democratic' (but that's another story) processes of doing things. once and awhile i wish the posse would do something credible.

i think i'm going to have to face the bleak fact that i'm almost married to shamuel (as the doctor weinburger MD would say). i had this dream/nightmare where he died. hft. my subconscious sucks.

samuel you bastard, i missed insight. you bastard.

ps/ lay off elsher, getting her pissed off for your entertainment kinda makes you a tool.

I almost forgot the greatest thing, shammy, milan and myself were just walkin down the street ion our uber coll manner when some crazyasian man with cool facial hair pops out of his car window, "hey bro, bro", and passes milan some kind of rolled smoking item. it was the marijuana.

other than that my weekend pretty much consisted of:

(definately not painting - to confirm, i am not an artfag)
(green tea)


(many cats)
(alot of music)

... so yeah, basically say round the house.


anyway, today. went to my meeting. left early. to meet shamuel. bruno had decided not to leave and go to lacrosse. no 'soup' for kham. went to naked japan. got coffee. was highly suprised with the selection of soymilk. not happy in general with life on this monday.

ps/ what the shit. guys, you really just embarass yourselves when you slag off the generic 'fat dyke'.

pps/ greatest article in the Herald Sun today about 'drug fueld party to raise funds for G20 thugs'

oddest freudian slip today:
thinking about samuel (shuttup) and meant to call william but instead called 'shammy'. odd.

naw. soo cute. my family won tickets to see some cinderella thing (one of my mother's hobbies is entering competitions). and kiong cried.

kiongs been making all these comments about how i don't like 'meat'. meant in this context with the connotation of male genetalia.

after getting coffee with milan and samuel today we went back to bruno's to brew some cider with samuel. i accidentaly took the yeast home in my shoe. but luckily. samuel had some on hand in the garage. i laughed because the cider is apparently a 'low joule cide'. not very manly-maness.


and i sawthis walking back from samuel's house:
better watch out, the dumping po-lice are onto you.



oh, and, an interesting article on the chinese net po-lice:
http://www.wired.com/news/technology/0,72972-0.html

got coffee with smella and hailey today. at the art-fagginest shindig in town: st.jeromes. and guess who was there, none other than cam-1 (it's a oldschool hardcore s.cru joke which noby else will get). haven't seen that guy in ages.

apparently mikey was arested by asio and is being charged with assaulting a po-lice officer. but the good news is our boy is getting married. to sanna. some might call them highschool sweethearts.

smella recieve several pick-up lines today. "you're pretty" "i like your hair" "can i thouch it" "how old are you" - all said by an oddity holding a staff, possibly on acid.

in other news, my brothers have the greatest taste in movies. walked in today to find them watching:

PURPLE PULSARS! Widget and Megabrain are back fro two more awesome adventures!

Widget Of The Jungle
Two exil poachers are trapping African elephants for their ivory tusks - but 'Widget the jungleman' and his pals are here to save them!

Mega-Slank From Titanium
Widget is sent to Earth to foil the plans of that cosmic creepster, Mega-Slank, who is stealing our endangered animals for his interstellar zoo!

They're called mice but these ain't no furry little squaking critters. They're humanoid, six foot, freedom fighting mega mice. They are the "BIKE MICE FROM MARS".

The Masked Motorcyclist
Our macho mice are in for a bit of a shock when an awesome Biker Babe helps them our as they battle the super-villain Corroder Cory. Corroder Cory has been given the small task of stealing an oil fieild, no prizes for guessing who's behind this!

A Scent, A Memory, A Far Distant Cheese
Limburger has really loused up this time. The transporter has malfunctioned so he and Karbunkle are zapped to the place where super-villain hang out. Here they are pursued by a mob of revolting reprobates angry because Limburger never paid them for their crushing defeat by the Biker Bros.
Meanwhile, on Earth, two crazed monsters are on the rampage. Sad though it is, in order to stop these loathsome lunatics, our heroes are going to have to rescue Limburger and they need to do it fast!

The Pits
Throttel and Modo fall into a giant pit inhabited by Chicago's low-life. Here life gets pretty low for teh boys themselves when they are enslaved by the vile Pit Boss. Vinnie, with Charley's help, must take on all of Chicago's most despicable deviants to save his buddies from becoming Mice history.

i laughed when i saw this in the paper today:


it went something like, "hahaha. i sould give this to spore. that's capitalist!"

"Woohoo! lets do some calesthenics and dive in there" - dr.phil on sex (seriously, i was watching it today)


taken from the all reliable wikipedia:

The Making of Dr. Phil
The Making of Dr. Phil, a biography by Sophia Dembling, a reporter from the Dallas Morning News, and Lisa Gutierrez, a reporter from the Kansas City Star, probed McGraw's history, with interviews of his childhood friends and former classmates. It reported that McGraw used unethical business practices in a gym business early in his career, that he was abusive to his first wife, and was also abusive to his staff, while noting that he overcame adversity through setting goals and was persistent in achieving success. The book received no help from McGraw or his associates.

Ethical violations in Texas
After being reprimanded by the Texas State Board of Examiners of Psychologists for an "inappropriate dual relationship" with a therapy client in 1988, McGraw was required to take ethics classes in order to continue his private practice in Texas. McGraw admits to giving the client a job at his office (which is not allowed) but denied carrying on a sexual relationship with the 19 year old, who says their relationship was sexual.

Psychological approach
His technique, which differs considerably from traditional psychology, has been criticized by those inside and outside the profession. McGraw never liked traditional counseling, and was awkward in one on one situations. McGraw, like Dr.Laura, does not emphasize discovering the cause of emotional distress earlier in life, and instead focuses on behavior modification therapy— that is, changing a behavior without necessarily investing time in discovering the cause of an unwanted behavior. In Psychology Today journalist Pamela Paul writes that McGraw "knows what's best and he's not afraid to tell you. Dr. Phil issues counsel as marching orders." McGraw himself admits that "I'm not the Hush-Puppies, pipe and `Let's talk about your mother' kind of psychologist."

Supplements
In 2003, McGraw entered the weight-loss business, selling shakes, energy bars, and supplements. These products' labels, which carried the brand name "Shape Up", stated: "These products contain scientifically researched levels of ingredients that can help you change your behavior to take control of your weight." This met with swift criticism from various sources, accusing McGraw (a clinical psychologist, and not a physician) of lacking the expertise to recommend weight-loss products. Facing a Federal Trade Comission investigation into Shape Up's claims, McGraw pulled his supplements off the market in March 2004, and the FTC dropped its probe. In October 2005, several people who used McGraw's products declared an intent to file a class-action lawsuit against him, claiming that although the supplements cost $120 per month they did not stimulate weight loss. McGraw settled the suit in September 2006 for $10.5 million. Most of the settlement ($6 million) will be paid to the plaintiffs in the form of Amway (Quixtar) brand Nutrilite vitamins.

• He was ranked fourth on thephoenix.com's list of the "100 unsexiest men in the world."
• He is an avid tennis player, golfer and scuba diver.
• He is the father-in-law of 1998 Playboy Playmate Erica Dahm, who is married to his son Jay.
• Has been said to resemble actor Jeffrey Tambor.

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

yeah. pretty much spent today sitting round the house doing physics work and watching dr. phil.

maybe i don't want my soymilk to have a 'fresh milky taste', maybe i want it to have a fresh soybean taste.

finally gotten rid of melb. high. stalker-boi. i hope. i really do hope he got the message. he dived on me on the train. finally. got to footscray. literally ran at samuel and dived on his face. he spent the rest of the freakin day complaining about how i used him. we got coffee with adam and reece. we went back to samuels to play metal gear.

fucking anal rape.

i do not appreciate having to explain to those yuppie wanks that no my mother is not in and no my brother is not in (to be picked up for scouts); while kiong stands in the front yard and yells about how much of a bitch she is. i do not appreciate having to argue and explain the reason she walked out was because she cannot stand abuse from an alcoholic. i really wish he'd just move out / leave the country. i would wish him to dies if not for all that emotion (read 'daddy issues') crap.

ps/ noor, i don't mean to dump on you, my sole reader, just beat yourself over the head with a spesh book after reading this.

i know it's late, but that noor is a real slave-driver.

instead of going to a party, i hung out at samuel's, played video games, and ate pasta. i had initially thought it would be a samuel-kham exclusive event. so as you can imagine i was slightly agahst when elsher, lance, ella, reece racked up. none the less all was good.

played metal gear (solid: snake eater). it jammed.


we then proceeded to watch pornography. in a heavy russian accent, "suck it mouth, bitch".
freaking hilarious. though we missed out on the best part (the dialogue) due to a lack of proper recording equipment on the director's part.

will later racked up with evan, fibs and some girls.
reece left to go to sebs (in a highly intoxicated state).
elsher, lance samuel and kham were to share a room. samuel and kham moved to the shed.

point. elsher is not good in the mornings. ever.

hey samuel,...SAC.

SAC. SAC. SAC. SAC. SAC.

apparently samuel can't say sac, but merely s.a.c.
"i can't say that, it sounds dirty"
"why?"
"because thats what your testes sit in"

he's soo silly.

no pie day for kham. as if elwood, all they way there on the other side of the city, is the place to be. but yeah, i would have gone had elsher decided to have it on a day i could make.

have a youth week meeting. we can't do hardly anything. they wanted yoga and candle-making. i wanted capoiera and cans. apparently that can't be done.

i totally got the new power rangers dvd from the library. it's freaking awesome, the power rangers are not longer a bunch of ordinary teenagers with attitude...


...they are now the po-lice. fighting terrorist.

finally, phase two of my master plan is complete.
noor is addicted to my blog. now it's only a matter of time until she cannot possibly tear herself away from the screen and at last i will score the fifty in spesh.

hey noor, here's a quick shot:
'ice-cream vendor turf wars' - ACA
'werribee pride' - ACA

ps/ let's make this the year we're sober enough to remember.

pps/ http://www.flickr.com/photos/kham_ing/

i hope they all realised they fucked themselves over. i hope they spend long periods of their lives with guilt of their inhumanity.

pretty much spent yesterday sitting round cleaning my room and doing work. pretty mcuh planning to do that again today.

watched 'tasty bust'

hung out in hosier lane a bit with smelsher. went an saw a small exhibition. elsher accidentally asked the health centre for injecting drug users if they would take on for work experience dealing with youth services (makes sense, and was awkward, at the time).







caught up with samuel and milan, apparently they had dealt with some green jumpered girl smoking and allegedly being rude to them.

got some pretty damn good $6 vegan curry. milan and samuel liberated dip and bread from coles.

milan liberated a book.

samuel liberated a book for em as some kind of late birthday gift to accompany the beer i recieved from him earlier. he got me 'confessions of an economic hitman'(hard cover) and got some chomsky for himself. milan returned the book, used store credit to buy another book, got the $5 difference in the price and liberated another book.

the lemon square made for SHAM turned out pretty decent, maybe too much sugar though.
they all got eaten, so no photo. while everyone sat in the theatre watching doll house and eating lemon squares i sat a spesh test.

Crust:
1/4 cup granulated sugar
5 tablespoon oil
1 cup flour
Filling:
Prepared equiv. of 3 eggs- substitute
3/4 cup granulated sugar
zest and juice of two fresh juicy lemons
1 teaspoon vanilla
1/2 teaspoon baking powder
1/8 teaspoon salt
3 tablespoon all purpose flour
powdered sugar

Preheat oven to 180. Combine crust ingredients. Bake for 15 minutes. While baking, mix filling ingredients . Pour over the crust, and bake 20 minutes more, or until set. Cool. Sift powdered sugar on top.

from vice student guide

Welcome to university! Today is the first day of the rest of your life! Forever!
Let's raise a toast!
To the science students: Well done in making the informed choice to study esoteric theories dreamt up by totally insane professors that may or may not even exist!
To the arts and humanities crowd: Get back to us when you've worked out the secrets of life by smoking pot, daubing paint on your trousers and reading books written by hippies and alcoholics who committed suicide at the age of 35!
To the business students: Be careful about the "blowing-off-steam-at-the-weekend" you're going to have to do for the the rest of your life because your shitty office job is like living in Guantanamo Bay. Only without the sex!

lemon-slices are in the oven as we speak. not sure if they'll be any good, but hey, vegan.

SHAM, screening the doll house tomorrow, and i'll miss it because i have to resit a spesh test.

all this international womens day whoo-ha is really shitting me off. it's such a bunch of yuppies kicking up a man-hating fuss for one day of the year, before going back to their mudscrubs and poledancing classes. I don't care if there are fewer female CEOs because that statistic is blatent propaganda, it takes about 40 years to work your way up to the CEO of a company. we can't change change the treatment of women forty years ago. but hey, who am i to complain, i'll just sit back and deny the fact that the state refuses fund abortion in their aid, it's not like it all really matters anyway. somebody start talking about how liberating make-up is or something.

and that was my rant.

also in today's news: how they hell am i doing a gr.6 double bass? i can't count time? who the hell is employing these examiners?

some of the interesting quotes from a book i ws reading:

"the people of England decieve themselves when they fancy they are free; they are so, in fact, only during the election of members of pariliament: for, as soon as a new one is elected, they are again in chains, and are nothing. And thus, by the use they make of their brief moments of liberty, they deerve to lose it."
- Jean-Jacques Rosseau

"There is no reason that all human existance should be constructed on some one or some small number of patterns. If a person posses any tolerable amount of common sense and experience, his own mode of laying out his existance is the best, not because it is the best in itself, but because it is his own model. Human beings are not like sheep; and even sheep are not indistinguishabky alike."
- John Stuart Mill

But do nations really exist? Or are they not just imagined but entirely imaginary? Is there anything that genuinely differentiates the people who live on one side of a national boundary from their counterparts on the other side? Dean Inge once said that 'a nation is a society united by a delusion about its ancestry and by a common hatred of its neighbours'.
-David Miller

the most boring event of the year rolled round today: house swimming carnival. don't get me wrong, i just find it awfully trivial to have the whole school sit round for four hours and watch people swim laps of a pool. seriously, maybe it woulde be a justifiable waste of time if maybe more that twenty people participated. i was told off for sittingin the sun. i was told off for going to get coffee because i was ten minutes early. point is: short wore skinny-leg jeans (or possibly jeans on his skinny legs).





samuel was sick, so i dumpling housed it up with the crew.

some might say i have a stalker. a sweet and innocent boy who went to my primary school. walked me home. we talked about JT and K-Fed. he lives over forty minutes walk from me.

my mother's just gotten off the phone to one of her friends. who has an utter shithead daughter. so now my mother has much love for myself and my 'academic' ways. it's okay, they're from werribee.

sweet sixteen and never been kissed.


oh, you laugh now, but i have seriously heard this several times from my grandmother's several friend.

went to smelsher's. made cake/pudding (half-cooked cake). went to grandmothers. more cake (which my mother put a great deal of effort into). william is such a douchbag. while i was partying it up at elshers he ate half the icing off my cake. it was a freakin brilliant cake though - a giant pink love-heart.


noor gave me a freakin radcore card. but she was wrong. vectors are greater or equal to both sex and samuel.

elsher gave me a book (which i already owned - but it didn't matter because if i paid for a book it must have been a good choice - if that makes sense).

milan liberated me some coffee.

samuel... stuff... i hope.

on a completely irrelevant note, my bass teacher wants me to play all this really hard shit. treble cleff. and the like. but i'm hoping i'll finally get to use one of the super-extention music stands.

hah. some guy tried to take my photograph at flinders. apparently i have a 'unique child-like face'.

i got a haircut. mega awesome. it only took a couple of months of looking like a dero-hippy for samuel to get off his video game and do something about it. damn it feels good to be clean shaven. damn it feels good after a two week dry. even if samuel was sick.

my grandmother somehow heard that i was involved with souh pacific, and she tld all her friends, and they told all their friends. and now some person i have never met has lent me a south pacific record from the 50s. score. she's amazing.

in other news, freaking hilarious, as will would say, "half azn pride core". in an attept to create the master race we must all breed like fucking rabbits with as many different people of as many different races as possible. that's right folks the hottest trend in eugenics is the anti-nazi. the new master race is mongruel.

book website.
amazon link.

this is even greater, the far right answer to the fact that someone else is producing eugenical propaganda

Some would point out that neonates are not exactly cute, but Henry Guenther Ademola Dashtu Samuel, the son of Heidi Klum and Seal, clearly looks like something is wrong with him. The malformed mulatto neonate has grown into a retarded-looking malformed toddler; contrast his features with the beauty of the white child Heidi Klum had previously. I have seen black babies that are a lot better looking.

Actual shape variables are important, too. From the perspective of whites, non-white admixture can only diminish the attractiveness of the descendents of whites: make noses broader, make the middle portion of the face flatter (absorption of East Asians, Native Americans, Eskimo-Siberians, khoi-San people, some central African populations), make faces broader (absorption of East Asians, most black African populations, Native Americans, Eskimo-Siberians), make jaws more protruding (especially if blacks, Melanesians and Australian aborigines are involved), make faces larger (absorption of most non-white populations), decrease height (absorption of many non-white populations, especially for northern Europeans), make limbs smaller relative to height (absorption of East Asians, Eskimo-Siberians, Native Americans), increase the frequency of hooked noses (absorption of Middle Eastern populations such as Jews), weaken musculo-skeletal build (absorption of non-whites in general except West Africans and Polynesians), etc."

In addition, non-whites possess more primitive facial features, and some of them disproportionately persist when they mate with whites. For instance, a study from Hawaii reported the persistence of the broad face/massive cheekbones of East Asians among Asian-white hybrids. In addition, flared nostrils, broader noses and more protruding jaws also tend to persist.

What about femininity? No citations are needed for the less feminine physiques of East Asian and physically similar women. Black women, in spite of their larger breasts and more protrusive buttocks, are unable to look as feminine as white women as a result of their greater muscularity, higher front-on waist-to-hip ratios and facial features. White women look more feminine, and I would refer the reader to a previous, currently active, thread on Nordic beauty, where I have put up numerous comparisons; I still have to respond to several comments there, and my replies will feature more comparisons, but posting this review first is more important. Rhodes’ meta-analysis makes it clear that femininity is a much more powerful correlate of beauty in women compared to symmetry, yet Ziv ignores femininity.

right-wing blog link.

this happened a couple of days ago, but i completly forgot till i uploaded the pictures.

i can now say my life is complete. i have seen a midget make-out with a transvestite.

oh man, what to say, in a word: jens' party.

it was a generic teenage party involving copious, though not so copious we later discovered, amounts of alcohol. samuel felt the need to by pink mixed drinks. i believe they're called 'flitinis'. and for some reason he required a slab. diabeted by sunday i told him.


i had a pretty good; pretty dignified time. i verbally punched several dickheads in the face. possibly because they were trying to 'crack' onto me. something to the fashion of, "maybe if you said something with content you'd get laid" and "i don't care how drunk you are, the fact is you're a mysogynist loser, get out of my face and grow a personality" and also "when i told you you were a dickhead i meant it, so i'm afraid no we will not be 'getting together', the fact is i find that very notion as appealing as being subjected to an anal fist rape". and that was my little rant about the evening. the drunkard teenage boiz.

i had some pretty decent conversations that night. met people who seemed damn interesting for the course of that damn fleeting night. borgouts (sp?) suprised me, how often do you say to an asian person, "i was once a neo-nazi".

samuel spent a great deal of the night in a moose suit. kham also might have possible felt up/cracked on to the moose suit. kham even spent some time in that very moose suit. greatest thing i've ever seen: a moose drinking a beer while smoking from it's eyes.


i came in the costume of non-recyclable garbage, adam was a viking (with a beard constructed of a 'woggle'). greatest thing ever: seeing a viking just sit there and vomit consecutivly six times.

milan came as a bum. with no shoes. basically his everyday dress minus shoes.
samuel came a generic hardcore kid: hoody, shorts, tattoos etc. basically his everyday dress plus tattoos.



i spent a great deal of time speaking to a toby character, he brews his own beer too and is quite the similiar to the character of bernard black (hip flash and leather tobacco pouch wearing a suit-like thing). he had this great drink: 'random', one of the ingredients is jaeger(there's one photo from teh whole night, i'll put it up when i uploap my camera)miester, the other is whiskey plus two 'do not consume' compounds. fucking brilliant. if i were an art-fag i'd uphold this beverage a symbol of our dark and nihlistic modern youth.