Tag: general

See ya’s all in about a month

Well, now just two hours before leav­ing for the air­port, then its off to Hong Kong for a day and then on to Lon­don. Strange­ly not feel­ing all the excit­ment one might expect.
I had meant to update the lay­out of this blog before going… I had meant to pub­lish my itin­er­ary, maybe a map show­ing where I was at… but oth­er things got in the way.
How­ev­er I think I’ve tak­en care of all the big stuff, so for the next four weeks I’ve just got to wor­ry about hav­ing a good time 🙂

White Boys

per­formed by Mel­ba Moore, Lor­rie Davis and Emmaret­ta Marks
White boys are so pret­ty, skin as smooth as milk.
White boys are so pre‑e–etty, hair like Chi­nese silk.
I tell ya that white boys give me goose­bumps, White boys give me the chills.
And when they touch my shou-ou-oul­der, that’s the touch that kills.
Well, my mama calls them lilies, but I call them pica­dil­lies.
My dad­dy told me stay away.
But I say come on out and play.
White boys are so groovy, white boys are so tough.
Every time that they’re nea-ea-ear me, I just can’t get enough.
Oh, white boys are so pret­ty, white boys are so sweet.
White boys dri­ve me cra-a-azy, dri­ve me indis­creet.
White boys are so sexy, legs so long and lean.
I love those sprayed-on trou-ou-ousers, love the love machine.
Yeah my broth­er calls ’em rub­ble, thet’s my kind of trou­ble.
My dad­dy told me, “No, no, no, no.”
But I say white boys go, go, go, go, go.
White boys are so love­ly, beau­ti­ful as girls.
I love to run my fi-i-ingers and toes through all their curls.
Give me a tall, a lean, a sexy, a sweet, a pret­ty, a juicy White boys (black boys) White boys (black boys) White boys (black boys) White boys…

Bits of everything

Well, been away, to a fam­i­ly weed­ing, one of my cousins is now mar­ried. Sim­ply it was the best weed­ing I’ve ever been to, most­ly because it was infor­mal and tay­lored to suit the bride and groom.
My new com­put­er has arrived, it’ll nev­er be the same as Lukas, my trusty old Key Lime iBook, but Loki (the new 17″ iMac) will allow me to do all sorts of new stuff faster (not to men­tion the games).
I’ve man­aged to seri­ous­ly piss of a friend… com­plex, not sure what to do about that… maybe appol­o­gise despite not being in the wrong.
Try­ing to get every­thing done before trav­el­ling, lots of loose ends to tie up, things I don’t want to have hang­ing over my head while I’m away. Espe­cial­ly my stud­ies.

Out of focus

Ever since my com­put­er was tak­en, I’ve been run­ning on auto­mat­ic, going to work, going to uni, going home again. Its like I lack the desire to do any­thing much at all.
Not inter­est­ed in going to the movies, or clubs, or pubs, or a walk in the park, or pick­ing up a pen and writ­ting, or read­ing, or shop­ping, or any of the more colour­full activites.
I’m not a crea­ture of habit, but I do have pat­terns, I check my email in the morn­ing while I have my break­fast, sure I don’t respond to any of them, but it gives me the day to think about my replies. And now I’m just miss­ing bits of the way I work…

This time yesterday…

About 24 hours ago my house was robbed. They got my lap­top (along with oth­er stuff, but this is my blog so lets just stick to the impor­tant details).
Lukas, my trusty Key Lime iBook, is gone. For­ev­er. And with him goes all my most recent emails, pass­word for web sites, fini­cial doc­u­men­ta­tion. Sure I have a back-up… from over a month ago. My ICQ list, my porn col­lec­tion, my online exis­tance has been stollen… and whats worse is some­one else could just go through all this info.
Real­ly pissed of.

A beautiful morning, despite the facts

Its one of those glo­ri­ous, uplift­ing kind of days in Syd­ney this morn­ing. The fact that I have a lot of work that I should have done but haven’t does­n’t even damp­en the mood.
Instead I feel pos­i­tive that I might actu­al­ly get on top of things.
Per­haps I’ll get all my home work done, get to the gym, get the house work done, fix sev­er­al friends com­put­ers, and have time for a birth­day par­ty. Per­haps.

London here I come…

Bar­bara (one of my sis­ters) is in Lon­don at the moment. She has been for a lit­tle over 2 months. Since she left Mum has been talk­ing say­ing that we should all go over and vis­it her for Christ­mas. I was­n’t too sure how seri­ous Mum was until she bought tick­ets for her­self, Dad, my oth­er sis­ters, and me.
We’re going to Lon­don for a month. God help the brits.
So all my plans to pay off my debuts and get my life into order just went out the win­dow. I have two friends say­ing that if I’m going to be in Lon­don then I MUST go to Paris for a week­end at least, like there wont be enough to do in the UK. I have two friends say­ing that a month isn’t long enough, and I should try and draw out my trip as long as pos­si­ble, like I could ever be sat­is­fied and see it all.
And I’ve got no fuck­ing idea how I’m going to do any of this, and why sud­den­ly every­one thinks they know what is best.
I want to go to Ire­land. I could eas­i­ly spend the whole month in a pub in a small coun­try town in Ire­land.
I want to do the things that tourist don’t do.
I want… lots of things… still work­ing on the list.