such is life. had its ups, had its down. such is life (many a joke from that line will enshrew the next few days).

drove up with nick's friend jack, who happens to reside at the other end of samuel's street - though nick only kne how to reach there from west footscray station. i had a tent, being the well prepared cubscout that i am, the only problem was that the actual tent part was missing (we had the fly, the pegs, the skeletel system and all the bags).

i did quite enjoy vae victis (note: noor, latin?), the eclectic bunch that they are. they enounciate properly, they all play their instuments well and the guitarist looks like he collects model trains and knows alot about computers.

missed pisschrist and the finnish band, as it was raining and everything was getting relativly wet. and minimal amounts of the equipment were working so we figured better to go to the warm sleeper (samuel had been up and working since four; and i was kept awake thinking about land-locked countries - damn you azerbaijian) as we had been waiting for about an hour in the rain already, and it wasn't looking like anything was going to happen - all the character who seemed to know anything about what was going on were far too drunk.

the downsides were more fucking annoying than anything else. the food was not too well organised, or salted, and came out only twice, once at 6ish again at 10ism. we missed the first round and by the time the second round came everyone who had missed the first (quite a number of people) were quite peckish as you can image. i remember running/skipping with nick while yelling samuel over. the transport wasn't great either. the place was 12km from a concrete road. no public transport only a packed shuttle bus. the shuttle bus driver had broken/fractured a rib and was not fulfilling his position as shuttle bus driver. needless to say, we were stranded. we waited by the gate for about 3-4hours. the guy from missing link had two spare seats in his car and didn't offer us a lift, he merely waved at us. i was annoyed. eventually two girls picked us up (and one of them was half-asian with a pixie fringe). eventually we got back to melbourne. i got home at 6.

william. ate half a chocolate mudcake for his evening meal tonight. a family sized cake thats meant to serve something like 12-16 people.

spoke to noor on the phone today, as if that girl ever leaves the computer.

ps/ i think is you define teh vegan bands as forcing an opinion down someones throat you must also define loud loud music and a person handing you a bible quote as forcing an opinion. as i am not approaching someone and making them look at my bands, unlike exoday approaching people and making them take a biblr quote.

some might call this cyber bullying,

but i really do despise a certain someone, who for reasons we will call smitch: a social climber.

he just talks, asks questions, but doesn't really listen to your answer, and just continues to talk over you
"you're looking punx today" - a fabulous kham quote
and frankly i don't care if i was rude or if i hurt his feelings he's a big, popular way with a big inflate ego

we talk about the issues. a jingoistic festival. selling patriotism, nationalism and "do it for your country" slogans. (whatever 'it' may be in this case)

there was a hell of a lot more going on and a hell of a lot of people protesting agaisnt sending australians, some of them still children (all those boys who ran off and lied about their ages), to the european killing fields.

apparently this whole time i've been spelling lampsons name wrong, oh well, at least if he googles himself he won't find anything.

yay books from elsher (delayed birthday present):
"Making Sex Work: A Failed Experiment With Legalised Prostituition" Mary Lucille Sullivan
"Quarterly Essay: Voting For Jesus: Christianity And Politics In Australia" Amanda Lohrey

aths. boring. soo fucking boring you could stab at my arm with shards of glass and i would delight in the pain. four hours of nothing.

got curry at a place called 'curry muchers' afters, not very PC.
got coffee with samuel after that. in his oh so le'bobo neighbourhood.

"everytime there's an unnecessary shot of cleavage and/or bust you drink"

adam, reece, max, jack and samuel.
adam vomitted on himself and spoke of cassie.
max vomited on himself, the chair and in general everything.
reece is a poor drunk. he locked us in the room. he harassed several people at the pub. he burnt alot of food. a poor drunk indeed.
didn't really see jack much as i probably went to sleep at about 10 (jack got there at 11); adam made me do it i swear.
samuel is a dangerous boy with a warped sense of 'safety'. shooting a slingshot at max's bare buttocks is not safety.

samuel came to my national youth week, mind body and soul event and he enjoyed it. making soy candles, eating vegan food and getting free stuff.

elsher missed out on muffins. bannana muffins.

1 1/4c. flour
1tsp. baking poweder
1/4tsp. salt
2 bananas
1/2c. oil
2/3c. sugar
1tsp. cornstarch
1/2tsp. vanilla

180C
25mins

mix dry
cream wet

GTAC, soo good. pipettes are the stuff wet dreams are made of.

the YLAC movie night. okay. kinda bad turnout. bad food. decent movies: Howl's Moving Castle and Murderball.

according to wikipedia:

Murderball is a 2005 documentary film about quadriplegics who play wheelchair rugby. It centers on the rivalry between the and teams leading up to the 2004 Paralympic Games.

murderball was really great, apart from the guy who kept buggin me when i was trying to watch the film.
"so, do you have a boyfriend?" (fair enough question)
"how old is he?"
"where does he live?" (out of the realm of normal/approprite question)
"where is he now?" (make you sound sleazy)
"i bet you two don't spend that much time together, and i bet you don't really know him that well" (what the fuck?)
"i'd really like to get to know you, would you like to go for a walk?" (thanks to anisley i know know going for a walk is a form of consent/proposition)

i feel kinda sorry for candy, the jazz-off thing being cancelled and all. she did spend hours transcribing and organising the music and everything.

today in orchestra, we spent practically the whole hour and a half attempting to play in tune.

i leave you with this sampler of eng-lang:
"not people who bum round in primary school"
(lars on pain-killer users)

william is a little shit. james is too scared to go to scouts, "please, please don't tell him, can you please tell him i started soccer, please mum" (james on the brink of tears).

freaking samuel, wrestling me onto a bed accidently elbows me in the face, or more specifically the nose. end result = bloody nose.

combat wombat @ footscray arts centre, free, terrible turnout, lack of anarchy branding and logos, you decide. it was pretty good despite the lacking crowd (50 people tops). they were inviting people to freestyle, everytime a kid can't hold a microphone properly my heart breaks just a little.

yes, kham is now the happy owner of the quintiscential dyke piercing.

the worst part wasn't the pain, or the cost, or the near passing out and falling onto the guy. it was the conversation. damn, its like when you go to the hairdresser (apparebtly people still do that these days) and they try and make polite conversation, and its awkwards, factor to the nth into that i'm a social fucktard when it comes to people i don't know and you could have cut the silence with a butter knife and possibly even a fork.

lentil as anything
freaking business hippies. so we went to lentil it up. seven of us: kham, samuel, elsher, milan, chris, nick and hudson (ie. we looked like a bunch of dero-kids) . we each ordered individually instead of the usual curry platter for (insert number of people). we gave them about fifty dollars, mostly in $2 coins as at the time a handful of as did not have that much disposable income. seven meals, fifty dollars, about seven dollars per meal. five of them would have been tofu burgers (the other two were curries), and TOFU does a tofu burger for about six dollars.

so we left. about ten metres from the store the guy comes after us; yelling something to the nature of,
"you didn't pay us enough, two $10 notes and a couple of coins! you ordered eight or nine meals" (lentil man)
"we can give more money if you want" (a number of us)
"did you count the coins, they were all $2 coins, there was about fifty dollars in there" (milan)
"nine meals, those were organic meals, it's not enough, you haven't all paid" (lentil man)
"we can give more money if you want" (a number of us)
"we come here all the time and usually pay alot more, we just don't have alot of money right now" (elsher)
"one of you hasn't paid; you, how much did you pay [pointing at someone]" (lentil man, then continues to ask everyone what they paid"
"we can give more money if you want" (a number of us)
"i don't want more money" (lentil man, storms off)

1. he was rude as all hell
2. he didn't bother to count the money or the number of meals before yelling at us
3. we offered him more money
4. 'pay what you feel' - enough said, tofu does vegan organic food cheaper and inner-city, don't advertise yourself as pay what you feel if your just going to harass them when they don't 'feel' what you want them to 'feel'

it's such a pity because usually we're really chummy with all the people working there and alot of them consider what we pay them reasonable.

yes, it is true, my brother looks like a member of the wu-tang clan.

The Piercing Urge, wanted parental consent. and i got it! parental consent that is.
the thing is i told my mother a nose piercing and let her make presumptions from there.

going to shamuels to brew MORE beer. something like net total will be 100L.

going to shamuels to brew MORE beer. something like net total will be 100L.

i know you want it noor.

from wikipedia:
The titular protagonist is hip hop musician artist 50 Cent playing himself. The story revolves around Jackson's search for vengeance, hunting down the hitmen that attempted to murder him. The game also features Tony Yayo, Lloyd Banks, and Young Buck, members of the G-Unit rap crew, as 50's gang. Dr. Dre plays an arms dealer, and Eminem plays a corrupt police officer. There is also a video game soundtrack available, released by DJ Red Fury's Shadyville Entertainment. It contains several new songs including I'm a Rida and P.I.M.P. Pt.2.

50 Cent claims that Bulletproof is educational, teaching young children how gang life really is, in order to decrease it, despite the game having an rating of "Mature" meaning that young children should not be allowed to play it or even buy it. However, many political leaders contradict 50 Cent, saying that the game is "violent, outrageous and with no message".

Bulletproof was banned in Australia for exceeding the MA15+ rating, which is the highest rating for video games in Australia. However, a cut version was submitted for review, and the game was given an MA15+ rating for strong coarse language and strong violence. Australia does not have an R18+ classification for video games, as the classification currently only applies to films. The game is now approved in Australia, and was released on 6/4/06.

alright, won the battle over keeping the pisschrist page on wikipedia

"YOU want a piercing, a not just any piercing, a big ugly dyke piercing. i thought you'd want somthing nice and feminine, like a niple piercing, you should get a niple piercing"
"wait a second, i don't want some other guy fiddeling with your nipple, i'll punch him... then pay him"

if you did not watch wifeswap tonight you sir are a fool.
a bunch of crusty dumpsterdiving hippies with dreads swap wives with an average american family. gold.
(note: the hippies have an annoying homeschool son with purple hair and a psuedo-british accent)

but one quetion remains: why would crusties go on crap american reality television? SELLOUTS.

so here's a colelction of quotes:
"they're into somesthing, they're into something... they're into witchcraft" - average american mum
"we are community orientated radical activist, eco orientated, radical family" - crusty family
"this is degrading, this is disgusting, you had better not expect me to degrade myself in a dumpster" - average american mum
"have some pride; get a job" - average american mum
"she dropped out of society, believe in equality, her husband wears a skirt" - program narrator (on crusty mother)
"he looked like an absolute beggar pauper" - average american mum
"i've never been with a woman who didn't shave under her arms, it sent shivers up my spine" - average america father
"i'm embarassed to be seen with her, i'm embarassed to have her in my house" - average america father
"i think they're doing him a great injustice raising him in this manner" - average american mum (on weirdo -hippy son)
"see the dust, my mother would never put up with this" - average american daughter (on dust on the top of the fan, facing the ceiling)
"if you don't have to live like this, why would you"- average american mum (to crusty father)
"you are anti- society" - average american mum (to crusty fater)
"go get a job, cut your have, and have a shower" - average american mum (to crusty father)
* the average american mother begins to cry at the prospect of 'begging' for food
"if you see something that needs to be done, do it yourself" - crusty mother "laugh, excuse me" - average american daughter
"there will be no more dumpster diving, it filty, its disgusting, its unsanitary and it's degrading to your family"- average american mum (to crusty father)
"it's time you got in touch with your masculine side, you will be wrestling and paitballling" - average american mum (to weirdo son)
"i will not cut my dreads, they are too deeply a part of my inner symbolism" - crusty father
"ed must get in touch with his feminie side by wearing a skirt" - narrator
"they are so idealisic its draining me"- average american mum
* crusty father breaks into tears after being yelled a filthy pig at the prospect of this woman not understanding his point of view; he then proceeds to label the orage 'orange', the mango 'mango', and the individually wrapped packaged brownies 'trans fat and saturated sugar'.

nothing better in life than a good red wine letil cook-up with beer, even if that beer be light beer (thanks dad).

i burnt my finger cooking a thick tomato sauce with lentils.

i hate easter. i really like a really dark chocolate. i really hate easter. everything shuts and people insist on spending time with their family.

samuel is going to phillip island to chill with his family. milan is in foster. elsher is fucking lance. ella should so hang with me. but oh wait. we can't. nothings open. everythings closed. bastards.

so samuel was all like 'you should put photos of you on your blog so i can show my cousin'.
and i was like 'okay'.

so here they are, picture of kham chillin and not really doing much:





(i'm not too sure if this is what i actually look like)

(noor, i know you've been sitting there, refreshing, waiting for kham to update, so this one goes out to you)

went camping. kham, camping.

day one. kham and samuel pretty much went through half a case of coopers pale ale.

day two. kham and samuel and occasionally some other people pretty much went through the remaining case of coopers pale and and a case of coopers sparkling ale. samuel was quite drunkard. at one state engaging in quite the homoerotic behaviour

day three. kham inhaled some possibly illegal, possibly green substances. samuel sat and watched and laughed at her.

day four. khams turn to become quite the drunkard, samuel again sat and watched and laughed. ten minutes to fucked-o-clock, asleep by 8:30.

some of the greater samuel quotes:
"rachel is just hotter and better at sex than you"
"we invented a new position: hair pulling"