Just wanted to share:
and linking it with Chen's Twilight Movie Parody ... yes, I read Twilight recently, and laughed my way through the book. Then I was made to watch the movie and had to try very hard (very unsuccessfully) not to laugh out loud throughout because the person I watched it with liked it ...
I'm not quite procrastinating enough to write up a full on review; I don't particularly think Twilight is even worth it, so I will instead rely upon other's mocking ...
*For the record: I don't hate Twilight, I just find it so amusing!
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Ah hah! And maiaki@wordpress has decided what to do with herself.
Thus, the wordpress blog will be filled with posts deemed 'educated' or 'serious', making maiaki@lj filled with inarticulate spazzes of waning fandom and waning real life.
Why? It has come to Maiaki's attention that she is posting more and more spazz whing-fests on lj, complaining about various things, then f-locking them (making it un-viewable to anyone not on her f-list). Now, if you are to know the real 'maiaki' at all, you will realise she has no propensity at all to censor things, being absolutely unable to say 'a friend' rather than 'X' did this - any use of 'a friend' or unhypothetical 'x' has been done so at great restraint and mass editing. No, when the 'real' Maiaki speaks about something, she speaks with a tell-all attitude.
However, that is not to say she cannot keep a secret.
Maiaki@wordpress will also have the added bonus of removing some traffic from fellow lj friends pages. (You're welcome.)
Anyway. Declaration of and decision of new blog (under the same name) concluded.
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I make an awful instant coffee.
I admit it.
And I admit this based upon the fact that I've never tasted my instant coffee.
I realise I make an awful instant coffee because I really don't care what my Dad's employees, or guests want. I just make it. I add enough water and milk for it to resemble that brown, coffee colour. And one sugar.
I don't care if random guy #1 like its with two creams and one sugar, I don't care if random guy #2 likes it black.
I don't know you, so tough cookies.
 :) This essay will be the death of me, because I particularly don't care about Mao and his followers.
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I know the first is the 'good' one - inspiring and all that. The second one is a parody, mimicking 'evil', this I also know. But with the second one, I'm struck by the words "Thank God our perception of real life is distorted." I saw those words, and for some reason, I related it back to innocence, and children. Things are a hell of a lot simpler, and prettier when you're a child. I think I've become one of those over protective parents because I don't want my child to see the ugliness of real life. Only, I don't have a child. So I suppose that feeling applies to my sister, and baby cousins? On a side note: Chinese history/Mao essay: 25 hours, and at the 50% mark! whooo~ .... read the tired unenthusiastic sarcasm there.
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At home, not doing my Chinese history essay, I find myself researching Scientology. Having spent about an hour watching videos on the Scientology website, my not so deep thoughts include:
( About The Basic Principles of Scientology; brief, I promise! )
Something else:
religion |riˈlijən| noun
the belief in and worship of a superhuman controlling power, esp. a personal God or gods : ideas about the relationship between science and religion.
• details of belief as taught or discussed : when the school first opened they taught only religion, Italian, and mathematics.
• a particular system of faith and worship : the world's great religions.
• a pursuit or interest to which someone ascribes supreme importance : consumerism is the new religion.
as according to my macbook dictionary
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I just watched the Koran version of SJ's U.
I much prefer SJM's U.
The fact that they're wearing suits makes them sexier for one. I have nothing against the grunge look of SJ ... it's just that those clothes remind me a little too much of my year 12 class talent act ~_~'
SJM's U MV was done much better. More appealing over all, as opposed to SJ's warehouse backdrop.
Hmm. Class, or ... grunge? (for lack of a better word)
And SJ's hair! The hair!! What a disaster! I'm glad the cleaned up for the SJM version.
Just felt like sharing.
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This whole swine flu thing is getting a little concerning.
According to an email my university sent me, 24 cases in Victoria.
Worrisome.
Extremely.
I was sitting next to this lady on the train; she kept coughing and coughing and coughing. Made me all nervous because I really don't want to come down with something right before exam period.
I ended up moving away from her, and then when she got off at my station, I opted to take the stairs instead of be stuck in an elevator with her.
Nothing personal, I just don't want to get sick.
Yesterday, in class, I coughed. I covered my mouth and did it as remotely as I could. It was only a little cough. But I turned back to my Hong Kong class mate and he had this look on his face, one which clearly said 'Sick people should stay at home and not infect others.'
It was only a little, once off cough.
But, I understand his paranoia because he had previously described to me the horror of the Avian Influenza he lived through (ack, his expression when he described the face mask thing!).
And compared to my own lazy, care-free attitude towards this Swine Flu situation ... well, yes. I can rationalise it. He's just the type to be vigilant about such things I suppose.
I wonder if its a Hong Kong-nese trait, or just his own personality trait?
Is it too late to say 'stay away from Mexico?'
Not that I want to back out of Malaysia, but still.
Smart Traveller Advice; Swine Influenza
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If you are likely to be offended by issues of discrimination in race, religion, sexuality or body size, please don’t watch The Foundary's Anti-Discrimination Ad.
( Talking about it.. )
On a lighter hearted note:The Urban Dictionary. Gives you a definition for names. Example:
Jason
A jason is a cute, awkward, dorky boy. He's funny and sweet, can attract many girls by his lovable, boyish charm. However, a Jason isn't the best boyfriend because he doens't like talking or discussing relationship problems, only enjoys showing off his new "prize girl".
... I have better examples, but I'm not giving it away .. .:)
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Damn you ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) lveaddkt. Damn you.
Because of you, I have listened/watched a youtube clip of Super Junior's Sorry Sorry for the third time now. And downloading is their album.
Whilst the tune is catchy {sorry sorry sorry} it's not really the type of music I would usually subscribe to. It's very techno-like (?).
But.
There's just something about a bunch of cute guys proving they can dance.
ah! the 3 - It's You (Repackaged) finished downloading! Damn, I love this fast internet thing.
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I said I'd do this post a long time ago.
And, months upon months later, here it is.
( welcome a whinge-fest about Fahrenheit )
On another note: I saw the X-men Origins: Wolverine yesterday.
It was awesome.
Hugh Jackman? GORGEOUS.
Hugh Jackman as Wolverine? YUM.
Hugh Jackman as Wolverine with memories? *DIES*
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Well, this though came much earlier than 2am.
Anyway.
An artist friend had an exhibition today. She says stuff along the lines of how artwork is an outlet so a part of herself comes out through it, and an exhibition is not just an exhibition of her work, but part of her. Which I think most people would agree with.
My addition to this is that it's the same with writing.
I've always loved writing, and as a child, I aspired to be a writer.
But as an adult, I've realised that writing is much too scary because it displays too much of me. When you (I) write, you (I) expose that secret part of yourself (myself) you (I) don't often let people see.
Of course, there is the plain and simple inarticulate and non-comprehensive way in which I write. Usually there are so many things I want to get down on paper, nothing comes out.
But, there is also that part of me that realises that I'm exposing a very vulnerable side of myself through writing, no matter how obscurely.
It's a true talent to be able to write fantastic stories and distance yourself from your work in such a way that the exposure of yourself is kept to a minimum.
Point?
Art, in whatever form, is a little scary.
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I've had trouble with my lips for the past couple of months. Serial chapping, cracking ... >< Pain in the ass.
So I keep buying various lip balms ... accumulating them ... losing them ...
Each lip balm I purchase, at roughly $3 a pop, making the accumulated loss a huge deal. If I had to guess, I'd say I've lost $30ish dollars of lip balms ... all only 1/3 used. Fun for me.
So. What I've learnt:
 - Lip Eze Lip Balm: Smells like unpleasant medication, and leaves an unpleasant after taste in the water you drink. - Blistex Ultra Lip Balm: Smells yummy, and tastes yummy :) Reminds me of vanilla, but I don't think it is. Has a sort of thick consistency on the lips. - Burt's Bees Beeswax Lip Balm: My saviour! Given to me when I felt like I was going to die (ok, at this point, the condition of my lips was so bad I couldn't even open my mouth without pain!), it has an extremely cooling effect, and a peppermint taste ( a taste I couldn't work out for an entire two days). Apparently natural, the pepper mint gives the lips a fresh, tingly feel. The one thing I don't like about it is that it makes the lips look paler ... But the sensation makes me completely not care I look like an ice queen :) - Chapstick (classic lip balm): Doesn't smell or taste like anything in particular (perhaps slightly medicated); quite plain, and unlike Blistex Ultra Lip Balm, has a thinner consistency on the lips. - Blistex Lip Conditioner: As with the Classic Chapstick, it doesn't smell or taste like anything in particular, reminiscent of medication balms, and, it actually heals cuts and cracks. But, you get icky stuff on your finger. Basically, these were all in my bag today. I was looking for one, and pulled them all out. ~_~'
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I picked up this magazine, Adbusters a couple of weeks ago, thinking it might give me some insight on my marketing course.
( How do we learn? )
Now, for something I found interesting/amusing/true from the magazine:
'Can belief, skepticism, rationality and faith, be reconciled? I don't think so, for each cancels the other out. Belief is an edifice built upon ephemeralities like hopes and dreams. Rationality demands a firm foundation that is constantly tested trough inspection and deconstruction. ........... Combine the fiery flames of faith and the icy waters of calculation and you get a sodden pile of ashes.
Yet everyday I carry this warring opposition within me. I know, for instance, that I am determined by my biology, history and ideology, yet I act as if I were fully responsible for my actions. .................... I think the trick is to posses both belief and scepticism, simultaneously, without trying to reconcile the two. That is, to exist somewhere inbetween, resonating with both yet never being wholly subsumed by either.'
'They believed, why can't I?', by Stephen Duncombe, Adbusters, March/April 2009 #82 Volume 17 Number 2 Why else should you check out Adbusters? Their spoof ads are amusing. For example, there's one that takes Nike's 'Just Do It' and turns it into 'Just Douche it'.
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I wanted to do this last night, but somebody in my household wanted to keep the internet connection to himself and play his stupid game.
Anyway, here is an idea of things to come :
 Taken from Mey's borrowed SLR. I'm gonna find some time to have fun with it :) And this one here is just something I found on my digital camera. I don't remember what happened the day I took it, but maybe someone else will?  *features my 1st, un'fixed' purple iPod with ness's Kame key-ring.
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JENSEN ACKLES WILL BE IN AUSTRALIA SATURDAY APRIL 18 - SUNDAY APRIL 19. JENSEN FUCKING ACKLES.
JENSEN ACKLES!
I am so extraordinarily jealous of Sydney right now. They are graced with the presence of Jensen Ackles, Jared Paladecki, and Misha Collins (the actor who plays the freaking awesome angel in season four!
I would totally pay the $190 to get a day pass to the supernatural convention and get Jensen's autograph (wonder if it is actually his?
But I don't have the time or money to get up to Sydney.
JENSEN! COME TO MELBOURNE!!!!!
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I was reading this, but then I got distracted ... by something. As per usual.
Oh how I wish I could concentrate. But I never do. So meh.
Anyway, reading for my Chinese class over the weekend, I found something interesting:
"Religious feeling is one of total submission to authority, an affective remnant from a child's total dependence on parental authority."I found this amusing, something I lol-ed at. ( click for my inarticulate explanation with various thought jumps because I don't always know how I got from A to B )The day you realise your parents are by no means the perfect people you once thought they were, you turn to God, because, there is no way in hell He would ever screw up. P.S. This is vaguely linked to what I've learnt of the Cultural Revolution in China about the Red Guards going around and beating up their elders. Those children were massively screwed up. It does not matter they were trying to change for the better. Violence is never the answer. And add to that the absolute disrespect of beating up the very people who encouraged you to incite change ... the very people who raised you ... it just shits me to a very irrational end.
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Before you judge me, know that, whilst I do have debts to pay off, I am/have been working quite a bit this past month, and are/have been working on every single public holiday that's come up/is coming up.
So, while I should be saving my money / giving it straight to my debtors, they are not *urgent* debts, and thus, I have room to breathe. A little.
So. The purchases that have eaten up half my newly assigned monthly budget in the past four days are:
- This In-Case laptop bag. Previously, I've used this to carry around my laptop. But, alas, the constant juggling has got to me, so I've shelled out for a proper bag with handles.
- A simple Cotton On denim skirt. Yes, one of the many basics that I lack.
- A black cardigan, another basic that I lack, bought on the spot in light of yesterday's sudden storm {which, on a side note, cut power to the transport network, half of Chadstone shopping centre, at least the one Safeway I work at & severa traffic lights along the Princess Highway. Probably a lot more than that, but those are the ones I came across. With a start of 25 degrees at 6.00am, it went dark and deathly stormy by 11.30am. And that, ladies and gentlemen, is Melbourne weather}
- A simple black blouse from Jeans West. Wrong weather for it, but I tried it on for fun, and have fallen in love with it.
.....currently cracking up at the awkwardness of Just Friends xD
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Today my friends and I embarked on a journey which took us into the inner-city suburb of Abbotsford, Melbourne.
Here, we hoped to find a Convent.
I hear some of you screeching "What for?!?" in a shocked tone.
Well, the friends I went with are Christian.
And speaking for myself, I wanted become enlightened? In the sense of learning more about Christianity. I guess.
( Well in any case, there is an -almost convent, an animal farm and Lentil as Anything. )
( {photos?} )
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boundary |ˈbound(ə)rē|
noun ( pl. -ries)
a line that marks the limits of an area; a dividing line : the eastern boundary of the wilderness | the boundary between the U.S. and Canada | [as adj. ] a boundary wall.
• (often boundaries) figurative a limit of a subject or sphere of activity : a community without class or political boundaries.
Courtesy the Apple Dictionary pre-loaded onto my mac Yes. They exist. Just because they aren't always clear does not mean that they don't exist. Boundaries exist.Whether it be a psychical boundary like the a fence dividing property, or a less tangible boundary like the one around a relationship, it does exist. Recognise that they are there, and respect it. Because crossing it creates tensions. If you must cross the boundary, realise that you are crossing it, and be prepared to deal with the consequences. I'm so sick of this feeling.
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Unable to sleep in past 9am (if I'm lucky, 10am) these days, I ended up going with my family to Wantirna trash and treasure, in the hopes that DvD guy would be there. And he was, so that makes my lack of sleep worth it.
( Considered buying Scrubs seasons 1-6 for $15 each; )
Ended up just getting Cars for $8.
Also picked up were 13 wooden coat hangers for $8 (DEAL!), and a pair of pink and grey nike trackies for $5. ( real or not? )
Continuing family day with lunch, and trip to a shoe store in which a pair of white with blue stripes Levi 'horse' shoes were purchased (thus ending my ultimate savings streak for the day).
I feel like a brand whore today.
*sigh.
{All done in the name of ULTIMATE procrastination. Relaxing though...}
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