Phillip's Odyssey

Dreams can come true

2006-06-30T17:35:00.000-07:00

This post isn't about 90's pop music despite what it's title must suggest, it's simply about dreams and in particular a coulpe of dreams I've had recently. If someone reading this is some pro at interpreting dreams leave a comment.

What I love about dreams is the realism because a lot of the stuff you dream can happen. Sometimes I get like a de ja vu because I've had a dream where something has happened and then it happens in reality. A few nights ago I had a dream where I was playing with the socceroos. We were versing I think Nigeria because they were dark and had green and white uniforms. I had the ball and dribbled passed one defender then another defender was hassling me from the left. By now I was inside the box so I wound up for a shot, dummied once, dummied twise. After those to dummies I lost nearly all my angle to shoot to so I was pretty much at the goal line, I back heeled it hopefully and Brett Emerton happened to be there and he finished it well. It was celebrations all round for the socceroos because they beat one of the best teams in Africa, Nigeria. It's funny because I've never really been the biggest fan of Brett Emerton however my dream showed glimpses of brilliance so maybe I could give the poor guy a chance. After I woke up from that dream then went back to sleep I had another dream about football (must be the world cup). This time it was just a big mixed match between a bunch of people. Thierry Henry was there, a few of the nerds were there, it was good. The funniest bit in this dream was needs a bit of a back story. In Nerds FC many of you might remember that shot where Trent (the goalie) runs into the goal post. Well in my dream he made up with the pole apparently because he was hugging it. I thought that was really random and funny.

I don't need a psychologist to interpret the following dream for me because I know that it means I'm getting more greek. I know this because my dream was in greek. I don't understand much greek so I didn't get most of it but I got a few words and they were enough to tell me it was greek. I think I need to learn more of the language because the only things I've learnt recently were from a greek comedian saying how his grandmother used to threaten him. I've learnt how to say "i'm going to cut your throat", "I'm going to eat you", "I'm going to make you black (like beat you till your black)". These things aren't very useful in day to day life.

The last dream I'll bring up is one I had in high school but was very memorable. I owned an ice cream factory and when the ice cream was made it was moved around the factory by these GIANT ice cream scoops, it was really cool.

Now I won't say much about the world cup or Australia's loss because I'd be here for weeks otherwise. I've got to say how incredible some of their feet are, it's like having another pair of hands for some players. They're so quick and nimble it's amazing. The only problem with having these 'two set of hands' is that they act independently, the brain can't control both at once. In times when the player had his hands up in the air like 'I'm not touching him' his feet are kicking the guy in the shin or the head or something, it's really funny.

I'll leave it there for now but until next time,
Later days,
Yassou,
Phillip

Tolkien: a non-fiction writer?

2006-06-23T21:00:00.000-07:00

As profound as the title may seem I have evidence that shows that not all that Tolkien wrote in the Lord of the Rings and The Hobbit is fiction. Let me begin my proof by telling you what I did today. As my last post told you I got up and watched the football in the morning then I was playing computer when one of my bosses for my new job called. This job requires me to go to various bottleshops and conduct a survey on how they are advertising certain types of beer. I also have a survey to be carried out at takeaway stores, convenience stores and petrol stations. Anyway, so I get the phone call and she's saying that all these things are due and that she's getting pressure from her boss (so she HAD to pressure me) and asked for me to get it done ASAP. Unfortunately for me I'm busy the next few days so I needed to go conduct these surveys today, on my birthday. I had to go to Miranda, Carringbah, Cronulla, Engadine and Heathcote (Sydney's FAR FAR south). All these suburbs belong to the Sutherland Shire. Now for my proof.

I've become lost many times in the Shire, so many infact that I began to say that in the shire the streets magically teleport you to other ends of the suburb just to confuse the non-shirefolk. Today before I left I put in the appropriate addresses into whereis.com and it gave me directions on how to get to all the places. Whereis.com is very reliable and I only remember having 1 major problem with it before, this is because I don't go to many places in the Shire and I know the route to the places I do go. The first time I used it for the Shire was last week when someone from Coffee Club had a BBQ. I followed the directions right up until I had to turn right onto President avenue. When I got there I saw that the Shire was being it's usual deceitful, magical self by creating a 'no right turn' sign right there meaning I needed to travel multiple kilometres before I could turn off the Princes highway and do a U-turn to go back.

Today though was different, today whereis.com I think tried to allow for the magic in the Shire for example. My first stop today was the Miranda Hotel (next to Miranda Fair and Carmen's I think). Whereis said to go up Kiora rd, turn left at the Kingsway, right at Jackson then right onto Kingsway. I was thinking 'hmm turning off Kingsway and getting back on like that seems a bit weird' but since I knew that the Kingsway is pretty big I thought that maybe it looped back on itself or perhaps there was some other reason something like whereis thinking that a teleportal in the Shire was at the end of Jackson avenue and it would take me to where I needed to go. This was not the case however and I ended up going into the local minister for the area's office and asked someone there where the Miranda hotel is. STRIKE 1 to the Shire being normal.

Later when I went to Engadine I needed to turn right onto the Old Princes highway (I think) then follow that around a couple of roundabouts that kind of veered to the left then turn left into Station st. To get back onto the Princes Highway it told me to turn left, not right like I needed to. Lucky I ignored the directions or I'd still be stuck there (dad took the street directory out of the car for some reason and I forgot to get it before I started today). Once again I think that whereis tried to compensate for the Shire acting like some sort of klein bottleesque, multi dimensional object which can turn you upside down or back to front by following its surface however the programmers must not be able to comprehend this level of magic. Strike 2

The final nail in the coffin for the thoughts that the Shire is normal and not magical is seen by looking at the inhabitants of the Shire. In the books the Shire is inhabited by hobbits who are rather small however remain looking young well into their lives (a bit of mystical bling helps with the youthfulness too). While working around Miranda I saw a fairly shor person, no higher than my mid-torso who also looked young, this clearly indicates that he was a hobbit and Strike 3 your out.

Thus it can be seen that the Shire is in fact magical and mystical just as Tolkien portrayed it.
Q.E.D //

Later days,
Phillip

p.s. this is about as correct as Mr Trotman saying that Q.E.D stands for ques est demonstratum, or that which I was required to prove.

AUSSIE AUSSIE AUSSIE!!!

2006-06-23T10:00:00.000-07:00

Welcome to this special world cup/birthday special post on my blog. I woke up this morning to watch Australia's last group game in the world cup and ***SPOILER*** was very happy with the 2-2 draw which meant that Australia is through to the round of 16. This was a pretty sweet birthday present, I'd like to think that not wanting to disappoint me on my birthday is what got the socceroos to come back, TWICE. I also watched the other Group F game today between world champions Brazil and Japan. I have received special news from Germany about those two games

- The laundry service that do the uniforms in Germany made a mistake and accidentally took 'Alex', a born Brazilian a japanese jersey. The Brazilians would have been furious with the laundry company when Alex set up the Japanese goal. They will get revenge though as they were wearing white shorts and socks
- Japanese authorities are still searching for the culprit who stole the studs off the Japanese players' boots. They were slipping over all game and there was nothing they could do. The authorities new 'stud finder' technology recently seen at the Software Development Expo & Conference in Japan has been found to be useless as it just keeps pointing to my house
- FIFA officials will soon have egg on their face because people are beginning to get wise to the new rule they've told the refs to uphold. The rule is that mark Viduka cannot make any physical contact with another player and when he is going for or has the ball the opponent can do whatever he likes to him. Lets all hope that the egg on their face is from migrating bird from Asia fly overhead that has bird flu
- FIFA is again in my headlines with announcements that it will begin new 2 unit mathematics in football classes for all its referees after Graham Poll forgot how to add 1+1 to equal 2 yellow cards for Josip Simunic meaning that even after the two yellow cards he continued to play. In the dying moments of the match Simunic was given another yellow card and was finally given the red. Yes all fifa officials are seeing red over this one
- Japan's coaching staff has announced that upon returning to their homeland they will begin lessons on how to keep a lead and finishing a game. This news comes after it was found that this lesson which was meant to take place before the World Cup however simpe laziness meant that it was postponed. The Japanese public are furious at this after having 1-0 leads over Brazil and Australia and blowing it to lose by a considerable margin each time
- Still with Japan, there have been rumours that Zico's time as head coach may be coming to an end after it's poor showing at this years finals. Having a token Brazlian coach is good however perhaps choosing one which was part of a world cup winning team might be a thought. It sure beats someone who has experienced getting close but not quite winning. Zico was a good player though, I bought him as a classic player in FIFA 06 orld cup and he proved useful in the midfield. I still haven't had time to purchase his teammate from the '82 finals, Socrates however i'd love to see how Japan would do with him at the helm. I envisage him talking about how the ball is a metaphor for life. Helping Socrates with his coaching at japan could be Bill S. Preston esquire and Ted Theodore Logan, the wild stallions of the football world.

Well that's it form me now. For those of you who are far too gullible the above 'articles' are most likely not true.

Later days,
Phillip

"Zeus does not bring all men's plans to fulfillment."

2005-11-28T11:25:00.000-08:00

This delightful quote is thanks to Homer and his timeless Iliad. i thought this may be appropriate because this is going to be an update filled with my plans (and because in my dreams I am also a character from Greek mythology).

I'll start of by updating you on the TV show that I'll be in. I received an email yesterday which had the filming schedule for December and it looks pretty tough. From the 5th to the 23rd there is around 90 hours. This might not be all work and it won't be all training but it still seems like it's going to be tough, especially since when I went on one of those running machines at the gym I didn't even make it to the end of the fitness test (I'm pretty good on bikes though, rather bizarre). I also must tell you that due to contractual things I won't be able to really say too much about the inner workings of the show but I'll try to tell you what I can.

OK, yesterday the Coffee Club where I work had a Christmas Party. It was on this really old looking boat with the paddle at the back and everything. We went on a harbour cruise and had a decent dinner and then enjoyed a singing and dancing floor show. I've seen a couple before and this one is as good or better then them. They had music and dances from all round the world like copa cobana stuff, bollywood, tango, the whole shebang, it was awesome. I've decided that because of this, if by some miracle I find someone to spend Valentine's with next year I will add that to the to do list. One thing I've got to say though is that one of the song choices seemed a bit weird to me. The main singer lady sung My Heart Will Go On, and she did it really well but what striked me as strange is that this song is on the Titanic soundtrack a movie in which the boat sinks. This might not be the best thing to associate yourself with whilst on a boat.

I've been trying to think of funny things using querky logic like my insurance premium thing a couple of updates ago however I keep forgetting them. At work the ther day I remember thinking 'yeah, that's really funny I'll blog that later. No need to write it down, I have a good memory' as you can imagine, my memory isn't all that stupendous. It must be going with old age. Maybe I have Alzheimer's at the ripe old age of 18.

Now something to leave you with. Why is a building called a building if it's already been built?

Later days,
Phillip

2005-11-27T16:05:00.000-08:00

OK I've decided to add some pictures to show what's happened in my huge absence from blogging since a picture is worth a thousand words. Here's one of yours truly and yours untruly (namely Alice). This is at Alice's pseudo-brithday party at the Darlington Hotel. It sort of looks like she has cataracts but she doesn't (phew, crisis over).

2005-11-27T16:03:00.000-08:00

Yes more of me. This time I've just received a rather comprehensive jolt whilst on a van der graaf generator in our advanced physics tutorial (the van der graaf is the thing which charges you up and makes your hair stand on ends)

2005-11-27T16:01:00.000-08:00

This is me as cupid at Alice's 'conception' party. It's a long story, one which I might give a rundown of later but long story short, it was nine months till my birthday the day this party was on so theoretically it was the day I was concieved (my being born premature wasn't taken into account)

2005-11-27T15:58:00.000-08:00

This is obviously just a photo of me when I wake up in the morning. Well perhaps not, it's probably more just me with some funnny glasses I won at the fete my old primary school recently had

2005-11-27T15:56:00.000-08:00

This is a photo of me with a parking spot booked through my sister's work. I thought it was pretty cool and amusing at the time and hence worthy of a photo

Nobel Peace Prize

2005-11-22T11:00:00.000-08:00

That's right guys and girls, we should just stop all the foolish elections and such and just give me the Nobel peace prize right now, doing otherwise would just be foolish and I'll tell you why. Yesterday I was walking out of Hurstville Westfields and some old looking guy saw me walking to my car, excused himself and asked if I could give him a jump start. I ofcourse did but it took a lot of stunt driving through the car park to position myself so he could connect the cables. I asked for no tribute for my patience, no reward, and that's why I should get the Nobel peace prize.

I'm not sure if you know this but it seems that the world is going Agro. I know you're all saying, 'what does Phillip know'. Well let me be more specific. I was channel surfing this morning and changed it to channel 10 which had GMA. On GMA this morning to show a couple of new toys was non other then Anne Marie Biggar. 'who is she, wheres she from' guys shut up back there in cyber land I'm getting to it. For those of you who have got less then memorable memories she was none other then one of the hosts on Agro's Cartoon Connection. She hasn't seemed to age that much however her voice is pretty high pitched and annoying.

Over the past few days I have thought up a few things which use similar bizarre logic to my insurance thing but I've since forgotten them (yes haha, I have a less than memorable memory). I guess until I jump start my brain you will have to just laugh at the fact that I saw an L-plate truck yesterday. It looked like one of those learner driver cars but only a truck. I knew they existed but I still got a kick from it (not literally) since it was the first time I've seen one.

Later days,
Phillip

The road to super-dooper-stardom

2005-11-17T09:00:00.000-08:00

I know what you all are thinking, where has Phillip's ego taken him this time. Well let me just say that I am shocked AND appalled that you think I have any ego at all I mean, I'm so humble and modest (and apparently a liar). Seriously though the title is there because I have had a couple of auditions for various TV shows. The first one I had was on Tuesday night when my sister and I took a ride to Ten studio's in Pyrmont and had an interview for Ready, Steady, Cook. Unfortunately no cook was involved but we'll see what happens. The second interview I've had was for this new show that will be coming up on SBS and made by Grundy. I dare not say too much because, well no reason I'm just being mysterious and intriguing (and an asshole). If I make it through to a second interview I'll get a call on Friday (tomorrow) so I'll keep you all posted about these two things.

Other then that there's nothing very impressive to report. I have a cold which has been annoying (if I don't make it to those TV shows because of it I'll be pissed off). I risked life and limb to drive to Sydney Uni for that second TV show so I better get something from it. As I was saying to a friend of mine yesterday, what really sucks about getting a cold is that you don't get sympathy about it. People just dismiss it saying that its "just" a cold so you can't get out of doing anything but yet you still have to suffer. I think to be on the safe side in the future I'll say I have bird flu or SARS or the ebola virus or something along those lines.

The last think I wanted to write is another random thought I had yesterday. I'm fairly sure that most of you would be on your L's or P's and as such you'd know either from first hand experience or by being told by your parents that insurance premiums for us is pretty high. I was thinking yesterday that it should be quite the contrary. Think about it, if we use statistics like the actuaries in the insurance companies do then we should pay less while 'experienced' drivers should pay more, let me tell you why. Say we know the average amount of accidents a driver should have in their driving life. If someone has been driving for 15 years and hasn't had an accident then statistically they are 'due' for one. The longer someone drives without having an accident the more likely that it should happen. Seriously think about life insurance. As you get older you should pay more for life insurance then a young whippersnapper because you're 'due' to die sooner then them, apply the same logic here and then P plate drivers should pay less then everyone. If someone's been driving since they were 18 and they are now 40 without having an accident then next time they go on the road they will hit a pedestrian or two at a crossing. If 50 you will cause a major accident on an intersection. 60 and you'll cause a huge accident on the Sydney Harbour Bridge and while someone tries to swerve to dodge you, they fly off the edge off the bridge on to a passenger ship which then sinks and everyone gets eaten by lions with scuba gear. When you reach 80 (I know I skipped 70) and haven't had an accident then get off the pennyfarthing in the backyard and go get yourself an automobile. If you're 90 and haven't had an accident it doesn't matter because chances are that you're now senile and driving for you is sitting in bed making broom broom noises.

That's it for me. You're more then welcome to rip my argument to shreds if you like, otherwise just post a comment, I love getting them. To do so click to the button below titled "comments", yes I know it's bizarre but I didn't invent it.

Later days,
Phillip

It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas

2005-11-15T15:00:00.000-08:00

Hello again loyal fans. Today represents the 5th monthiversay since I last updated so I decided to celebrate with an update. I did finish my last exam today so I'M FREE!!

This update is dedicated to things I've learnt about uni life and some other random thoughts.

First of all to all the people out there who don't come to uni I have something important that you should know, these are the two most prominent things at uni. One, spiels and two, elections. A spiel is a type of oratory presentation one gives when one wants to portray the main points of something. In laymans terms its kind of the jist but kinda not. Let me put it this way, if a male jist and a female propaganda got together they would have a spiel as a baby. Spiel is a rather jewish sounding word so much so that the nazi's tryed to get rid of all spiels back in its hayday. The nazis were also too proper for just giving the jist of something so what are you left with ladies and gentlemen, propaganda, yes Goebbels would have been a busy chap.

Anyways so much for the history lesson, time for you to learn about university elections. Although they aren't that frequent it always seems as though we just had one. There's so much campaigning and leaflets and spiels that if we had more then two a year people would lose their minds. I think that having lots of elections is the reason why we having a growing number of international students (IS). Current IS's would call back home and when asked how uni is by their father they would say in their engrish "we are having lots of erections. It seems like we've got erections all the time." this statement makes University life too good to pass up for the lowly student back in asialand so he (or maybe she) acks their bags and moves to good ol' Sydney.

Now time for some random thoughts;
1. If you get drunk and become uninhibited does the double negative mean that you're hibited? And if you have friends with you are they prohibited? AND if you make friends go with you is it prohibition?
2.Which bright spark came up with inflammable=flammable? This person should be roped to an inflammable pole as people set it alight.

Thats all I can think of for now so for all you people who now have your holidays, enjoy yourselves but not too much, don't do anything I wouldn't do. Although there may be more updates saying the same thing have a merry christmas and a happy new year incase I don't see you.

Later holidays,
Phillip

Tales from the Cryptkeeper

2005-06-15T15:30:00.000-07:00

Strange things are afoot at the Lathourakis rseidence. Could it be something to do with the moon and the allignment of the planets, or is it that there's only 3 and a half months until Halloween thats behind the bizarre occurences. Read on loyal viewers and decide for yourself whether it's just random stuff happening all at once or something more sinister, mwahahaha.

OK so today I woke up very early in the morning, the sort of time when you nearly instantly fall asleep without a second thought. When I woke up though, my wrist was really really sore and I wasn't sure why. When I got up this morning I realised that my watch wasn't on my wrist where it should be. I checked next to and behind my bed, I pulled off the covers tirelessly looking for my watch (I don't know how long this went on because I had no watch). I put two and two together and concluded that there must have been some mysterious figure whom in the middle of the night, snuck into my room and stole my watch violently from my wrist. The only reason I didn't wake up is because I'm a deep sleeper (Alix you could confirm this after trying to wake me up at the movie night long ago). For the purposes of a healthy imagination lets assume that the thief is a very mysterious and sexy young woman who after getting caught by yours truly will succumb to my charms and we'll live happily ever after. Anyways back to the mysteriousness.

Recently there was a spider in our house but instead of shooing (or shoeing lol) it like most people we decided to leave it be. We all grew accustomed to seeing this huntsman (or should it be huntsperson to be politically correct) and soon we even named it Einstein. All was going along fine till yesterday when I realised that Einstein was nowhere to be found, I asked the other members of the family but they reported no sightings of our amazing arachnid. I think that once again the mysterious female thief is to blame for this. She probably was snooping around our house one night when Einstein in an attempt to protect us all, leapt at the assailant but she probably had some high tech anti spider gizmo that negated Einstein's attack and he's probably being decomposed as we speak. Poor, poor Einstein *sob*.

Today while studying so so extremely hard, I heard this noise from outside. I looked and I found a pair of mysterious board shorts (yes board shorts can be mysterious) lying in my pool. How could this happen? I went outside and the wind was quite still so how did board shorts appear in my pool. This might have something to do with another weird event. Underneath our clothesline which is under neath a balcony thing there is a huge puddle wet area. Its been like that, well I noticed it yesterday. Either my dog had the bladder of a bath tub or its something else....something sinister....something evil. The final piece of this puzzle is that today, outside our back door I saw a dunlop tennis ball, the likes of which I haven't seen before. Theres no doubt that it was left behind by the thief who had just stolen it from a bunch of kids playing handball at the local primary school.

There you have it boils and ghouls, what foul things are happening in Connells Point. Put your sleuthing hats on and give me some suggestions (all suggestions must start with 'elementary my dear phillip'.)

Later days
Phillip

It is the beginning of the end!

2005-06-14T11:00:00.000-07:00

Stuvac, the beginning of the end. Think guys, in a few short weeks the endless ritual monotony of unilife will come to an end. Our lecture theatres will be replaced by movie cinemas, our tutorials by board games with friends, our lab sessions by cooking up a storm in the kitchen. Keep your eyes on the prize and you'll kick butt in the exams.

Ok now that the intro's out of the way allow me apologise for making yoall wait so long for an update. I was just so drained by uni when I got home that I didn't feel the spark inside me to create a good blog entry. Well hopefully thats about to change as I can now explain to you many reasons why I enjoy stuvac.

1. When on stuvac I find myself always procrastinating. This procrastination is very productive as I may play piano or do some weights (my journey towards becoming Mr Universe has now begun).
2. While on stuvac the house is normally empty so I can do things like, raid the fridge for all kinds of junk and have no one tell me to do otherwise and more importantly, burp and not have to excuse myself. I'm not sure whether I should put this following story but who cares. I was once at my mates house and as guys sometimes do, we were just sitting there drinkin' some water and having multiple zooper dooper ice blocks when he let out a burp. We both had a good laugh but soon after I did one so stupendous, so gastronomically amazing that he told his cousin (another friend of mine) about it. It was honestly that good.
3. During stuvac I can catch up on the sleep that 8 o'clock maths lectures took away from me. No longer will I have kangaroo pouches hanging under my eyes, I will now feel alive and invigorated when I wake up in the morning (or afternoon).
4. Not worrying about waking up early in the morning also opens many possibilities e.g. my attempt last night to stay up and watch the cricket at 2am. I made it till 1 when I fell asleep on the couch. At 4 I awoke and saw the Good Morning America show on, it wasn't until this morning that I remembered that the cricket was on channel seven now, not channel nine.

I'm not feeling very funny at the moment, sorry guys. I'll just tell you a bit about my trek to Hustville Aquatic Gym yesterday then I'll be off, to study no doubt. Ok so, I went to the gym to get focussed, you know healthy body healthy mind, that sort of thing. While at the gym I noticed a few things. You can tell how serious a gymmer someone is by where they put their bag. If they put it on the middle level (like me) they're pretty lazy and won't get much done. If they put their belongings one level above or below this middle one then they will probably be doing a bit but they won't be massive. If they put they're bag on the top it means that the person is a crazy gym junkie. These people go out of their way to do more and more lifting and pulling and such and hence the lift of their bag to the top level. Yesterday when I was the inclined thing you do situps on I was a bit disgusted. Every time I satup I saw this old guy on the machine infront of me doing weights. It really wasn't inspiring to do a situp and see this sweaty old guy infront me. Whats worse is that after he moved on I tried his machine and couldn't do the weight he had it on, I'm so weak. I reached an epipheny though (I just like that word and wanted to try it out, I'm not sure of the spelling). If there was a very good looking girl in the machine opposite then I would be doing situps like crazy, I think the gym should invest in someone like that. On a sadder note, I didn't take my mp3 or headphones because its broken, if I had taken the headphones I would have been able to watch Eurovision again because it was replayed on SBS yesterday and the gym had it on. I had to be content with just visual.

Anyways although there are heaps and heaps of days I could write about I won't. It's a way to daunting task so I might just start from here. One thing though, playing temptation on Thursday as Theatresports had ended was awesome.

Later days,
Phillip

Man I get some daft emails

2005-05-26T11:00:00.000-07:00

Today I went to my inbox and went, hey this is funny, I'll put this stuff on my blog.

I got emailed Alix's comment from my last entry (as I do with every comment, so although it seems as though I haven't noticed your comment, I have). Today is 7 months till Christmas and 2 months from yesterday till Alix's birthday (I won't put her age as that would be rude and ungentlemanly of me and secondly do angels have an age? ;)).

I got this job opening info from Coles Myer

Toiletries Cosmetics and Fragrance Service Assistants

Location:
PAGEWOOD, NSW
Work type:
Casual
Target Eastgardens
Toiletries/ Cosmetics & Fragrance Service Assistant
This casual role involves the filling, presentation & upkeep of the Toiletries / Fragrances & Toiletries department. This area sells a range of skin-care, cosmetics and grooming products to suit the everyday needs of families, men and women.
To be considered for this casual service role we look for the following skills and attributes:
An eye for detail
Strong communication and interpersonal skills
Good personal presentation
Strong customer service focus
Team Focus.
Minimum availability of Thursday, Saturday & Sunday. Must be able to flex up to 20-25 hour per week

So, do you guys and gals think I'd make a good toileetries and cosmetics and fragrance service assistant. Will I be able to distinguish between my Chanel no. 5's and my Ja'dore? Well it doesn't really matter because 20-25 hours a week is out of the question and I alsready have two jobs.

In my Sydney uni account a few days ago I had 732 new messages, only two of which were actual emails, the rest was just this spam virus thing going round.

Lastly as far as emails go my mum got a good one recently from her Adelaidean friend whom she's known since school. It had all these random 'facts', I'll try to recall a couple of the best ones now.

1. A game was made in Scotland and declared Gentlemen Only Ladies Forbidden, this game is now called golf

2. Back in Medieval England you could not have sex unless you got written permission from the king. This written permission had to be displayed on your door when you were doing the deed. The paper said Fornication Under Consent of King, fuck for short.

I'll try to get the other things off the email and post it in full but until then, keep your heads down, bum up, and fly straight because end of semester exams are coming up but after that its quittin' time!

Later days,
Phillip

One month to go!

2005-05-24T20:00:00.000-07:00

As some of you may or may not know, from yesterday it was only one month till my eighteenth birthday, HOORAY!

I'll start this entry with more reasons why I dislike black friday. It seems to me that on Black Friday good things appear but then bad things over write them. To add to my collection of things that make me loathe the blackest of Friday's are; on the way to the airport I heard an awesome song on the radio and even sort of remembered a line or two but when I got home I couldn't find it. Also as I was heading home from Coffee Club I was approaching Connells Point primary school when I see a former teacher of mine parking to pick up her child. I straight away decided to pull over and say g'day. I began to parallel park but as I parked this bizarre crunching noise emulated from my car. She looked over with a 'what is this stupid p-plate driver doing' look on her face. When I got out of the car I did say hello and then informed her that there was a polystyrene box on the road which my car crushed. Other than that we had a jolly good banter until she realised that she had to make haste if she wanted to meet her children in time. I guess it wasn't all bad.

Ok now for more recent times. On the Monday after Black Friday I began my maths assignment (due the next day), I made some fair inroads in the hour and a half I spent in the library but then I went to the cubby to have my duel with Kez. He wasn't there but instead I had a game with Brett, Dutt and Ivan. I made a few awesome shots (which ofcourse weren't flukes). One of them, I chipped the white ball over one of our opponents balls. The white ball then struck my ball and sent it careering into the side pocket (on a side note, the white ball then found a home in the corner pocket but that's beside the point). My memory is rather hazy but I sort of recall hitting the white ball, trying to sink the black and after their collision the white ball flew off the table but that probably didn't happen, I'm much to skillful for that. At twelve I was to have an engineering lecture however since I change what engineering I do every four weeks (due to flexible first year) the rooms changed. I forgot to ask what room I was in so I wandered aimlessly around the engineering area. I asked the office people but they pointed me in the wrong direction (I found out later that it was in Steven Roberts [I found out yesterday that its in Edward Griffin not Steven Roberts]). After realising that I wouldn't find the lecture I went back to Manning and sat around with Brett and Andrew. I got me a large chips and some delightful chicken nuggets from the "Terrace Buffet" for only $5.20! That was very filling. Afterwards I cast my eyes towards the frozen coke machine and couldn't resist. I proceeded to fill my cup with rasberry and normal frozen coke. I must say that it was the PERFECT frozen coke. I filled it up so that there was enough cap to just cover the rim of the cup not nasy a drop fell, it also had a beautiful peak...a lot like the peak you'd look for if you were beating egg whites to make a meringue or a creme brulee (so yes Alice I am the master of filling a frozen coke). After this we had physics and I felt so, so bad because I was sitting right at the front of Slade lecture theatre right infront of the lecturer. I couldn't help it but I kept falling asleep, there were a couple of instances when he was looking at me when I awoke, it was a bit freaky to open your eyes from your slumber only to see another set staring right back at you. Here the lecturer was putting his heart into trying to make wave physics interesting and here I was falling asleep. After physics was a engineering prac which pretty much just had us all sketching stuff, I'm no master artist (well actually I am but I'm just modest) but it was a fun excercise anyway.

Tuesday was a killer. I had my maths assignment due and I had a chemistry quiz. I spent the hour after my first three hours of lectures and tutes studying for chem. I knew as soon as I finished the test that I would go crap (indeed I did, I found out today that I got 7/10..ruining my perfect scores so far :() After chem I wenrt to Manning and saw a few peeps and when they left I finished copying out my maths assignment and got the chance to finish off some chem popst work due about five or six weeks earlier. I got the maths assignment in and then had chem lab. After lab Ben and I caught the train home and played worms on his phone whilst training it home. I lost 2-0 but thats beside the point. The train got to Hurstville and as I was leaving the train I remembered that I had an umbrella so I dashed back into the carriage to get my brolly and just made it out before being shipped off to the depths of The Shire.

Wednesday and Thursday had nothing spectacular other than a couple of bad games of pool and a couple of alright games of bowling (haha Andrew-431 Brett-438). On Thursday I got my second vectors quiz back and got 4/5 which is the first mark I've dropped for that subject. I was annoyed because I put in the answer that was in a very similar question in the sample quix rather than going with my gut and that's what cost me. To add salt to the wound, no one in my tutorial got 5/5 so if I went with my gut I would have been numero uno. On Friday after physics I caught the train home with Bill and when at Hurstville I saw Shamil and on Bills departure Shaz and I strated walking around. I went to Electronics Boutique to get a new game for my gamecube, only to find that they were sold out and I'd have to buy the game and the bongo drums separately (yes you read correctly, bongo drums. You control donkey kong with a set of bongos. I'm not going to get that into the details but go to the nintendo website and search for donkey kong jungle beat if you want to know more.) I must say that it's a pretty fun game.

Saturday saw me return to Coffee Club for a 10-6 shift. The highlight was definately making 5 coffees from the one jug of milk. That might not sound like an achievement but it requires frothing and puring the milk right so you can get the proper form of the cappucinos, lattes and flat whites. Saturday night Pat, Dean, Miller and I went to Bill's place to watch the FA cup final. I must say that it was a bit of a boring game but the company was good and the team I was barracking for ended up winning (I went for Arsenal only because Dad goes for Manchester United so I just thought I'd be different). Since I wasn't driving, Miller gave me a tooheys and I must say, IT TASTED LIKE LIQUID DIRT (although I don't know what that tastes like, I am assuming). I can't believe people can have multiple tooheys, I couldn't even finish one because it tasted so horrible. Give me a port or a scotch and I'll drink that but tooheys, no way.

Sunday involved me not doing very much. Mum got angry because I didn't do any housework but I just moved on and played donkey kong jungle beat and played some piano. At night time we went to Liang's house because some old neighbours of ours were coming down from Queensland so a dinner party seemed appropriate. The night was fun. It was good to see everyone again. I also beat Liang in table tennis, destroyed him actually. I also watched Eurovision at Liang's and I did very much enjoy it (I got my cousin to tae it for me incase anyone missed it). Greece won it's first ever Eurovision! I have a photo with James, Pat and I with the girl that won Eurovision, its a favourite of mine as she is quite attractive. Speaking of attractive entrants in Eurovision, does anyone else think that the Albanian entry made it to the finals not entirely for her singing ability? The singer from Israel was quite appealing, as was one of the spanish ladies and one of the Swiss chicks. I must also say that the Macedonian entry looked like Rob Mills crossed with Merrick from Merrick and Rosso. I'm not sure what the norwegian entry looked like but their glam rock did give me a laugh, and the Moldovan entry's lead singer reminded me of the Red Hot Chili Peppers lead. Their song (which translates to grandma beats the drum) gave me a laugh.

Today and yesterday was pretty busy seeing as though I had maths assignment due today. I will however share with you a thought I conjured yesterday. I think that there must be some certain criteria to become one of those helicopter traffic people. Let me explain. I know of two of these helicopter traffic people; Vic Laruso and Alf Paranihi (I really don't like Vic Laruso and the spelling of Alf's name is an assumption, and a very important one at that). I found it quite 'coincidental' that both their first names had only three letters, two of which are consonants and one a vowel. Their last name also has every odd numbered letter as a consonant and every even letter a vowel. Coincidence, I THINK NOT!! So if you want to be a helicopter traffic person, just give up if you don't fit this mould.

I think I might go now because I want to watch 'On the Waterfront', winner of 8 academy awards including Marlon Brando's first best actor award (his second was for his Vito Corleone in The Godfather). Its about 110 minutes long and I am a bit tired so I might go now.

Later days,
Phillip

The end of another gruelling say (redux)

2005-05-15T21:15:00.000-07:00

Yes I know I've used that title before but its soo appropriate and the movie it comes from (Brain Donors) is such a great movie it deserves another mention.

Ok wellI'll start with something you all might have already seen. As my recent MSN name has mentioned, I owe Sydney University twenty cents. I think I'll be able to sum up my thoughts for this pretty concisely...

How much I owe Sydney University: 20c
Cost of sending a letter: about 45c
The city's 'mecca' of intellectuals doing something so stupid they lose money: priceless

Next point of order, Friday the Fricken Thirteenth. My contempt for this day will seem very appropriate by the end of this paragraph. First, on Friday all I had at uni was an 8am maths lecture. Friday morning my parents went to Adelaide for my Mum's, friend's daughter's wedding. Just before I poured milk over my usual four weet-bix and banana breakfast (yes Alix, banana) the phone rang. I pick up the phone and my father asks me to drive down to the airport and give him his suit that he left at home. I quickly rushed to my room, put on some really really daggy clothes and off I went. I got there no worries, since I used to work at Brighton I found it pretty easy to get there. I gave Dad his suit and then I left. As I left the airport I was bombarded with various street signs, so much so I went straight when I should have turned and I found myself on Southern Cross Drive. This road had NO exits! I got off as soon as I could (link street for all you playing at home) and I was apparently in Rosebury. I turned a couple of corners then parked my car and looked in my street directory out of this place. After learning where I needed to go I set off again, only to realise a few minutes later that I went the wrong way so I stopped yet again and rechecked my street directory. I think it took one more go and then I was at a cross section with the Moore Park Supacentre infront of me. I luckily new how to get home from there so after a right turn and following this heaps long road, I was on the M5east and then King Georges road. When I got home I looked at my watfh and realised it took me one and a quarter hours for that seemingly simple trip. By now I really couldnt make it to uni in time (I could have driven from Rosebury and been there in a few minutes but I really wasn't in the mood, and I looked attrocious). I was lucky enough to make it home in time for Yu-gi-oh, on Cheez TV which was good. Then I went on the computer and did some Mastering Physics (online physics assignment questions) and finally worked out questions I couldn't before. At 11:30 I went to work at Coffee Club. It wasn't too bad, I was pretty much making coffee for three hours and not doing much for the other half hour. I made myself a pretty unreal hot chocolate. From now on I think it show be called the Mega Hot Chocolate. In the jug used to froth the milk I put milk, chocolate, two sugars, two marshmellow's and three malteser's. I then frothed the milk and poured it all into a glass and dusted the top with chocolate. Then I used a mint stick to stir it and left the mint stick in. It was sooo nice, I think I shall be the patron saint of the coffee machine in the not too distant future (I won't be dead though). When I finished work I went home and finished off my Mastering Physics questions (maintaining my average of 103% [due to bonus marks for not taking hints]). At 8 I went to work at Coles where I nearly fell asleep on my feet. I was so, so tired and so very bored but thoughts of the money I was earning got me through (how very greedy of me). I finished at 12 and then went to a party at a family friends place that Pat was already at. I didn't really know anyone so it was a pretty boring and an hour later I went home. I was pretty tired but I got a case of the munchies so I ate a couple mandy's (mandarins) and a nashi pear...I also ate heaps of those strawberries and cream lollies, they are so addictive! Finally I went to bed, after being up for twenty hours and working two jobs and finishing off a physics assignment and driving for about two hours in the day. See what I mean about Friday the Fricken Thirteenth, I wouldn't have got lost on Friday the twelth or Friday the twenty third, but on Friday the Thirteenth I couldn't do anything right.

Saturday...I woke up at I think 11 on Saturday morning, whatever time it was I was lucky enough to watch an UNREAL episode of Disney's Filmore. It was funny but at the same time had an important message about the wrongs of bullying, GO CARTOONS. After Filmore I was a bit hungry so I barbecued up some steaks and some onions and had a couple of pretty good steak sandwiches. The rest of the day I didn't really do much. I played some games on the computer, I didn't do my maths assignment. I did however watch Amadeus. It was nearly three hours long but it was a pretty good movie, I'd recommend it (it did win 8 academy awards). When Pat got home from her friends place I was in the middle of eating three chicken schnitzel, lettuce and mayo sandwiches and watching the Nutty Professor. After dinner we examined the tv guide and were both pretty disappointed. Right then and there we decided that we had to borrow a movie or two. This choice was easy but as I couldn't be bother to go she had to go and get the movies but she wanted me to pick a movie first. We scoured many a movie site but still couldn't decide on one. Pat pointed at Being John Malkovich and said she really wanted to see that, I asked if she knew what it was about. She replied that she liked him (John Malkovich). I then asked (doubting she knew him well enough to make an informed choice, although I must say he is a very good actor) what she's seen. She said quite sure of herself that she had seen heaps of John Malokovich's movies. John MALOKOVICH!!! I laughed my head off, here she was trying to tell me that she knew his movies (she's probably seen a few but I was in a bit of an argumentative mood, I needed a bit of a buzz after a pretty boring day at home) but she pronounced his name wrong. I thought it was hilarious, it kept me entertained for quite some time. Anyways, Pat eventually went up and all I said was that if she couldn't decide on a movie to ask the civic video people for a funny movie that might be good for a Saturday night. She came back with Love the Hard Way, (I assumed because it had Adrien Brody, after his performance in The Pianist [totally deserved the Academy award {he is the youngest ever winner of the Best Actor award}]) and Life is Beautiful (Pat has wanted to see it for quite some time so she got it, probably not a Saturday night movie, not after watching Amadeus anyway). We watched Love the Hard Way and it was alright at the start, I got a few laughs but then it went a bit weird with the girl going to the 'wrong side of the tracks'. After watching it I must say that I can see myself with Adrien Brody's hairstyle from that movie, this girl from Coffee Club even said that I kinda look like him, except with a smaller nose, which isn't a bad thing (I don't think). On an aside, on Friday at Coffee Club I was told that this girl's friend thought I was cute after seeing my picture on her phone (I took it myself). I was told I was cute another time during my shift at coffee club and I was told I was a legend by a customer at Coles. Friday may have been a long day for me but it was a very good day for my ego. Ok now back to my Saturday. OK and that wraps up Saturday, Sunday time.

Today was the day of the Greek society vs Italian Society soccer match. I checked the rail timetable and I had to be at Hurstville station at 12:10 to be at Sydney Uni at 1. I got to Hurstville and they were doing track work so I caught a bus. Ricky and Justin (tech boys) were going to the AFL so I spoke to them before getting on but there wasn't much room on the bus so we got separated. On the bus trip I nearly finished the Galactus trilogy of comics (Fantastic Four comics that is) but central station was a little too close for me to finish the saga. I thought it was really funny that (ok there's a spoiler coming up so if you don't want to know how it finishes skip the next couple of lines) the only thing that they could do to beat Galactus is use the Universal Nullifier. I mean common, couldn't they come up with anything more creative, it was pretty funny at least. Ok so I caught a bus from central to USyd and began walking around looking for them. Long story short I walked around the whole Uni THREE TIMES but still no luck. I asked one of those campus security guys and he took me to an oval where there was a soccer game but as I approached I didn't recognise anyone so I didn't think it was them. I called my aunty who could call the house of the former president of the greek society and ask where they are. She got back to me and said they were near the trotting track at glebe. I now left the uni and caught a bus to Broadway now I began my walk down Glebe Point road. I went into Badde Manors (a restaurant that Liang and Alice know that I have not so fond memories of) and asked if they knew where the trotting track or the oval near the track was. They had no idea so I left there and continued walking down the long and not so dusty road. Eventually I ran into a police officer (not literally, although a bit clumsy I'm not that stupid) and he told me how to get there. I needed to walk down Glebe Point Road to the water and turn left, then I would be there. He said that they (him and his partner I assume) normally got to the park in fifteen minutes...I got to the end of the park (so I walked through the first park, crossed a bridge and went to the end of another park) in twenty minutes, not that I'm competitive or anything. I walked through the whole thing and still no sign of my greek comrades. I now asked two bike riders how to get to the trotting track because maybe they'd be close to there. They said I needed to go back through the park and up a hill, then I'd see the way there. So I went back through the park and up a hill and crossed the light railway and then I asked another guy how to get there. Now I went down another hill, across a bridge, followed the water to a road and followed the road to the trotting track. STILL NO SIGN OF THEM!! I now went into the PCYC and asked if there were any more parks around that I hadn't seen. Politely they said, no your stuffed. I left the PCYC and low and behold, Pat drove past...she was going to come down and watch the game but now she picked me up and we went to Wentworth park (something the PCYC person said) but no dice. After walking for two hours I finally gave up (as you may or may not know, I'm a fast walker...I reckon I covered around 14 kilometres looking for this bloddy soccer match and post match barbecue and still NOTHING) Pat and I agreed that the next course of action was to go to James and Alex's house where we ate and drank and played video games and enjoyed the rest of the day. Now I'm at home and re-read the letter I was sent informing me of the soccer game and it says "the day has been booked for Sunday 15th MAy at Universirty Fields"..."We'll be starting at 1:00 and having a barbecue after the game". Also the number I was told for my friends phone number was right except for one little number :(. I will be so annoyed if the soccer game was the one I saw at Sydney Uni, but oh well.

Yes this weekend had me doing my rendition of channel seven's hit show, LOST but it did give me some stories to share with you all. I need to start my maths assignment due on Tuesday but I don't want to, I think MSN seems the go.

Later days,
Phillip

Hello all, from USyd

2005-05-12T12:01:00.000-07:00

This is the first ever entry I've written at uni! I'm sitting here in Fisher Library and I must say I feel a little bit guilty because there are people all around me examining graphs or some random piece of literature (not my blog unfortunately for them) and here I am writing this stuff to you. Also there is a line of people waiting to use these computer's, probably for actual work but to quote some guy who's quote is now famous 'frankly my dear, I don't give a damn'.

So far today I've had a less tahn enthralling maths lecture, a chemistry lecture and a maths tutorial/quiz. I made quite the fool of myself today in chemistry. The lecturer asked the class a question and earlier in the lecture I had read the stuff on the other side of the handout he gave us, hence sort oif knowing the answer. I quickly raised my hand and gave him my answer, he said no that's incorrect. I tried again and same result. Unfortunately for me I didn't read the whole sheet which would have told me what to say so I just said the first thing that came into my head and I had egg all over my face (figuratively speaking, of course). Later on he did mention that I was sort of on the right track but nevertheless, I was infact wrong.

Ooh, the maths quiz today was alright but I fear that a lack of preparation might end up ruining my 100% streak in this subject. Last night I could have studied a bit at bowling or not gone at all but instead I played backgammon and poker versus a couple of the people on the opposing team (I won in backgammon but I didn't win a single hand in poker. I think I'm the worst poker player IN THE WORLD...but wait till I turn 18, then I'll turn it all around. I'm open to any challengers if you want to play.) Thats pretty much it for now, I'm heaps paranoid that someone will soon realise what I'm doing and blast me for it. They'd probably just pull out a little hand gun with a silencer and finish me that way though, they probably won't yell at me because it's a library and you don't want to make a rucous in a library now do you.

Later days,
Phillip

Sign your name across my heart, I want you to be my baby

2005-05-10T19:30:00.000-07:00

As always, allow me to first explain the title of this blog then I'll move on to the real stuff. Well for the longest time, I've wanted this song called 'Sign your name' by Terence Trent D'arby but I didn't know what it was called. I normally find songs like this by putting in some of the lyricis into google and going from there but I misheard the lyrics to this song. I thought it said 'sunday crossed my heart I want you to be my baby' when really it said 'sign your name across my heart I want you to be my baby', which makes much more sense. Now today, infact, just now, I searched in google using two half lines I remembered and creative use of quotation marks and finally found it. Happy days.

Sunday was obviously mothers day. Pat came and got me out of bed and we made pancakes and fruit and ice cream and stuff (would it be made or prepared, whatever) anyways mum was already up so i sent her to bed so we could pretend that we woke her up with her present. Anyways, we had breakfast then I went back to sleep, then I got up and did something cant remember what, then at about 5 I went to sleep again. I was feeling a bit ill so I ust found comfortable spots and slept. At night I watched Revelations, the new religious drama show on channel seven. I thought it was a really entertaining show and it doesn't pretend to be anything more than a entertaining and fictitious television show wish is good.

Ok well let me say that the last couple of days have been pretty good. Yesterday the highlights had to be the duel with Kieran. We ended up both winning two games each, bringing the yearly total to 8-5, my way. In the afternoon I had five hours of civil engineering since the prac took 4 hours, not three. I got 10/10 and 10.5/12 for various assessments that we had to do, which I was pretty happy with. In our prac we built this tower thing out of steel columns and braces and wooden things for the floor on each level. It came together like a big set of mecano, with nuts and bolts and such. I was fortunate enough to be one of the four people who built the top two levels. It was pretty awesome being up there...it was as tall as the civil engineering building. I almost dropped a big piece of wood on the people below us, but it missed everyone so I don't need to find a lawyer...yet. Today had a few highlights. First of all there was my chemistry lecture. My chemistry lecturer likes to do pracs to demonstrate how chemistry works. Today I was sitting at the front and when he asked for someone from the audience I raised my hand (because I saw the set up and knew what I would be doing). I was lucky enough to be asked to light hydrogen gas. He pumped hydrogen through a detergent micture and bubbles formed. Since hydrogen is less dense then air it began to rise and as it rose, I got it with a candle attached to one of those lecturer pointer sticks. I lit it and the hydrogen exploded in a highly exothermic reaction.

2H2+O2--->2H20 (for all you chemistry buffs)

Ok this was really cool because it was very explosive (I count myself lucky as I have both my eyebrows). There was one demo where some one touched some nitrogen tri-iodide with a paper towel on the end of the pointing stick and it exploded, nearly deafening me (our lecturer forgot to tell us to block our ears), one girl nearly screamed it was so loud (yes it was some girl in the middle of the lecture theatre, not me....I swear, it wasn't me!). Next highlight, in my maths lecture I got my test back and got 3.5/5 which isn't too great until you find out that the average was 2. After maths I had my three hour break. I went and watched Michael hand out flyers about the next VSU rally (which is on the 18th of May) and I managed to give one to my maths lecturer, she even said she'd put it in the maths noticeboard! Speaking of maths, on the ground outside Carslaw Building I wrote in chalk that VSU=BAD, what a deep statement. Once I finished my public service I went and hung out with my peeps at Manning, then in our chemistry prac I kind of lost some fear for syringes (we used them to measure the volumes of gases, not things more sinister) and I got a liquid nitrogenesque burn from a metal ruler placed in liquid nitrogen then soon after, made its way onto my skin. The day concluded with mum picking me up from Hurstville and then taking me to South Hurstville library. I like these trips to the library, I've got some good stuff. Last time I got a book with three Tintin comics in one hardcover book! This time I got two Tintin comics, one book of Fantastic Four comics, Gullivers Travels and Amadeus (the movie). I managed to get stuff from junior, junior adult and adult sections...man I'm so eccletic in my choices (maybe I should join a book club). As I was in line to borrow my stuff I noticed these two kids infront of me, both of which were only a fraction taller than my hips...I looked at the books they were getting and they seemed bigger than mine! (this isn't book envy, I was just surprised, thats all). What surprised me more is that one of their books was Charmed. Who in their right mind buys a book of the Charmed episodes instead of watching the show. I mean cummon, it's not like it has deep narratives or anything, it's just an entertaining show...what's next, O.C. the novel? I think not.

Well the last couple of days have been rather enjoyable, tomorrow I have my blood test which should be interesting, and on Friday I go to uni for my 8 o'clock maths lecture and that's all since my Physics prac is off so I might go to the Dendy afterwards. If anyone wants to go and watch "What the bleep do we know" just contact me. Anyways, I'll let you go, there might be some urgent matter you must attend to, or maybe you're dying to go to the bathroom so I'll let you get to it.

Later days
Phillip

Phillip's blog: more real than reality tv

2005-05-07T23:45:00.000-07:00

First of all, the title is just something I thought would make an amusing. I was thinking Phillip's blog: now with 25% more humour, however I thought this would be misleading...I think the current title is fairly apt.

Ok well update wise, I said it would happen before the end of the week and sitting here late Saturday night, I am determined to update now. Something I must mention before I move on from last time is that I watched Casablanca hence the title, "As time goes by". I must say that it was a really good movie, I'd recommend a look, although I did have the French national anthem stuck in my head for a week after watching it.

Now, since the last time (it has been a while)...I've probably skipped a week but anyways, on Thursday was the anti VSU rally...this was an extreeeemely long day. I woke up at 5:30 so I could go have communion , then I went to my 8am math lecture, the VSU rally started at 12 and the march took about two hours out in the sun, at three I had to rush off to Coffee Club where I worked from 4-10 straight. All this with pretty much only one meal all day (can't eat breakfast before communion and wasn't really hungry before work) and no meat eggs or dairy since the previous Sunday (fasting for Greek easter). Work was funny that day. These guys came up and ordered some drinks, when I took them out one of them points his camera phone at me, I sent one of my mastered photo smiles and he took a photo. He then deleted it however I found it funny that I was getting my photo taken at work, made me feel like a movie star. The funniest thing that happened with those guys is that when I gave one of them his bottle of lipton ice tea, he opened it up, drank a bit and jokingly said 'hope you didn't put anything in my drink'. He just opened it up so there was no way I could have put something in, I pointed this out to him but I think he didn't get it. One more highlight of the night is making this really awesome cafe latte with this really cool design on top. I'm sure the customer was considering not drinking it and in fact just looking at it the whole time.

Greek Easter on the Sunday was pretty good. We went to midnight mass the night before and afterwards went to my grandmother's place where I had two big bowls of meatball soup, potatoes, a few cucumbers, a couple bread rolls and about a litre of water. Not having meat, dairy or eggs for a week really does build up your appetite. On the Sunday, in the morning I had this bowling competition thing (which I bowled sooo crap in, I think I'll blame it on 5 hours sleep). After bowling we went to James's house for that whole, big, family gettogether thing. I took connect four with me and by the end of the day I reckon I played over fifty games and probably lost about 10. I also had a game of backgammon versus my uncle which I should have won but fate dealt me a cruel blow. I had him trapped, one of his stones were out and I blocked him from coming back in. Sadly I eventually had to leave one of my stones open, and unluckily for me, he managed to roll a six, take my stone then he ended up blocking me and won the game. Other than that there was much food and enjoyable banter had by all and hence a very good day.

Geez my memory has truly escaped me now, I've forgotten everything I wanted to say but other than all this I have been kicking butt in my uni stuff (well the stuff I've got back, my butt kicking days I fear are coming to an end), I beat Andrew in pool, my table won trivia today at Alix's trivia night. This is all good news but there is bad news...I am a bit sick. I've got a sore thought which is just an annoyance really but it does mean that my voice sounds rather hoarse (its so bad it sounds like I've got a horse in my throat, not a frog). Also due to weightloss lately for seemingly no reason the doctor wants me to have a blood test, so we'll see how that goes. Don't worry guys and gals, its not that bad (I hope) I'll still be writing my blog (hopefully more humourously than I have now, I'll just blame the lateness for this lack of funnies). Farout I just thought of something funny to put but then someone messaged me on MSN and now I've forgotten it. Oh well, just assume that I put something absolutely hilarious in, and ROFL right now.

I know this has been a very lack lustre performance on my behalf but please forgive, I'll try better next time.

Later days
Phillip

2005-05-03T04:44:00.000-07:00

One small step for man, one giant leap for mankind (or is it one giant step backwards for my masculinity). Yes this is yours truly getting a "U" showbag. Thanks to Sarah for the great photoage.

Just quickly

2005-05-03T04:32:00.000-07:00

I know you're all dying for another real update but this is just something quick. I was just watching C.S.I and it was packed with an all star cast. The cast included the guy that played the dentist in Problem Child 2, the guy with the weird but funny voice in Police Academy (he was a criminal but then became a police officer) and also, none other than the Soup Nazi from Seinfeld. Now I could be outrageously mistaken but I think I'm correct, if anyone can prove me wrong then go for it. I think that this could possibly be the greatest collection of hasbeens ever on a single episode of C.S.I and I was priveliged enough to be watching it, lucky me.

Anyways that's it for now. I promise that I'll update before the end of the week, and as I always say "what hath a man if not his word". I try to make a point to keep my promises and I don't think this would be an exeption to the rule. I have the photo of me getting the feminine hygeine showbag that I'll post as soon as I work out how to change it from bitmap to jpeg format. Until then, later days. Well not quite, I just thought I'd tell you that you can now buy the first season of the Fresh Prince of Bel Air from ezydvd for $50, any of the first five seasons of the simpsons for $33 and a collection of I think 20 episodes of Tintin for $50 (this might all change by the time you investigate for yourself so don't just assume I'm correct, although I nearly always am ;))

Later days
Phillip

As time goes by

2005-04-23T20:30:00.000-07:00

Where, oh where does the time go? Sorry about the wait...whenever I plan to sit down and update I get overwhelmed by tiredness, uni and work just seems to get in the way of writing and a healthy social life. Today I went to my email and found I was inundated with messages to update my blog (inundated=one message).

This update's going to be like the last one, seeing as though it's been two weeks I'm only going to put in the most memorable moments (as the unmemorable moments, I have forgotten duh).

Ok so the first memorable moment would have to be getting 10/10 in my chemistry quiz. I know this moment isn't very humourous but my ego is thanking me. The next memorable moment comes thanks to Sarah who accidentally snorted in the middle of a laugh. This is by itself a very funny act but she did the exact same thing on the schoolies cruise and I haven't let her forget so it was laughs all around that day.

Next memorable moment comes from the hallowed halls of the Wentworth Cubby where I beat the spread versus Andrew in pool (the spread was 4 balls a game but i got it to 7/5). One not so memorable moment was when I was carrying the box of pool balls to the table in one hand (since I had the cues in the other) like a waiter when I lost my balance and dropped the box. It was elastic collisions everywhere (for all you physics buffs) and the balls travelled off into the depths of the cubby. Nearly all of them found new homes under the games machines which was sooooo annoying. As I looked under each machine I did do a push up which was pretty good excercise. Eventually we put all the balls in the triangle and ONE WAS MISSING!!! We had no idea where it went, we searched high and low (not so much high) but still no trace of it. We played, one ball down and finally the time came for me to go, hand in the balls and loose my $5 deposit because I lost a ball. The guy was giving my card and deposit back and I'm like, sorry there's a ball missing. He looked at me and said, well you didn't do it on purpose and your not late so don't worry about it. I think for such a noble act he deserves the Mother Theresa Award (which you'll know about if you look a few posts ago).

Ok the next memorable moments on our stroll down memory lane come from the weekend of this week (that sounds really dumb but, whatever). On the Friday was Claire's, sister's 21st. It was at this Turkish restaurant in Newtown (who's name escapes me). I could bore you with every last detail of the night but instead I'll tell you the thing that was up there with the memorability...the belly dancer. I'm not sure how this belly dancer was compared to other belly dancers but I thought she was alright. This belly dancer definately singled me out. When she came in she had this red shawl thing which she used sort of like a matadore would use his cape but then after the first song she made it into this sort of hat thing and placed it on my head (I wonder if I looked like an ethnic Laurence of Arabia). Later on in the act she got me up and I did some belly dancing, (Claire's other sister did get this on tape) and nearly everyone had a go which was good to see. On the Saturday was Kipa's 18th. After some of the video footage from the night me thinks he isn't going to become the Prime Minister after all. It was a good night though, had a couple of laughs with his uncle but I think the moment that takes the cake (the birthday cake in this instance) would have to be when Shamil injured himself. Ok let me set the scene. Shamil and I were outside talking with some of Kipa's soccer team but because they had too much to drink they were getting a bit noisy so we were mustered (or mustard) into the house. When we got inside Shamil saw the punching bag so he started punching it and then whilst mid hook one of the guys from the soccer team moved the bag and he punched a wall, breaking two knuckles and doing damage all the way to the wrist. He must have hit it with a fair bit of power to do that much damage to himself (that or it was a very strong wall).

This week had two very obvious highlights. The first (not in chronological order) would have to be theatresports. Theatresports this week had this one awesome team with some guy that was apparently in like the winning "all uni theatresports competition" team. The icing on the cake was definately having Alice's dream finally fulfilled as they performed an act set in a batmitzfah (a female bar mitzfah). This was after two weeks of trying (in those two weeks she did get a couple of suggestions in even though they were in fact my suggestions. One was a crowd surfboard as an object which the MC misheard and used cow surfboard which was also funny. And the suggestion of swaziland as a country for an act's setting). One final suggestion Alice made was the style of Africaan for the depiction of Cinderella which was done very well by that awesome team.

The final highlight for this post takes place on a Wednesday afternoon. Claire, Sarah and I are walking to Redfern station from Sydney Uni when outside Carslaw I see a couple of ladies handing out what seemed to be pinkish purple coloured showbags. As I approached I made sure to make eye contact with one of them expecting to get a bag, it was all in vain. I stood bagless whilst I watched Claire and Sarah be handed one. I asked 'why didn't I get a bag'. Claire told me to have a look at the bag. It had this kindof abstract design but other than that, I saw nothing. Claire then informed me that it contained feminine hygeine products. Now I got why I didn't get a bag. Anyways Sarah had her camera at uni so I told her to get her camera poised and ready to go. I walked up to one of the bag handerouterers and asked for one. She said that it contains pads and tampons to which I replied, ok I'll give it to my sister. As she handed me the bag we turned towards the camera and Sarah took the photo (in which I apparently look good. When I get her to send me a copy it's soo going up on the site). Once Sarah showed the photo to the bag chick she said, can you send it to me? Sarah and I were a bit taken back but then she reiterated. We've got a newsletter coming out soon and this photo would be really funny to put in. They exchanged email addresses and thats the end of that chapter...or so I thought. I find myself thinking about it even now and I shudder to think what they might put as the caption. They have to much creative scope for this thing, it could lead to me being completely ostracised from all social groups at uni. I think I'll have to ask Sarah to email her and ask her to put a conservative caption like "this guy was going to give the bag to his sister, how nice" or what I'd really like is "this fool just wanted a funny photo". That would be truthful but still amusing.

Anyways now you're uptodate with the major highlights, there are other things like me beating the spread again or other pool based tales but I think I'll finish it there. Until nextime...

Later days
Phillip

Time: the fourth dimension???

2005-04-11T19:00:00.000-07:00

Don't worry all you art students out there, I'm not going to take this time to discuss the ins and outs of time and relativity and all that (quite frankly, that would leave a very short post). This title will appear very obvious to you later when you will exclaim 'oooooooohhhhhhhh' like you just realised the twist at the end of a really good movie (like The Usual Suspects).

Today was a pretty good (but long day). Highlights were coming back from 5 balls down to beat Kieran in our weekly duel. This means that I'm up 5-1 this year and I also came up with a new medical/psychological term-kezzaritis. Which is the state in which you 'choke' on the black ball. I don't mean that you pick up the ball and try to swallow it, I mean that you just can't sink the black ball meaning that it gives guys like me the chance to come back and win. Another highlight was that on the way home I ran into (once again, not literally) a couple of people I used to work at Signatures with and I found out that one of them had 10 hours of uni per week and the other only 6!!! I thought about it for a bit and realised that I spend about 38 hours per week at uni. Of course only 24 of them are the classes that I have to go to and the rest just breaks but still, thats a lot of time. On my walk home (which equalled my beast measured time of 25 minutes) I thought about where all my time went and realised I spend a hell of a lot of time a uni (but then again I spent nearly as much time in my 'thought experiment' doing nothing/chillaxing). I made this pie chart in microsoft excel that demonstrated this but couldn't get it onto the site.

A lowlight for the day would be me desemating my patella on two occasions. The first was when I hit it on the edge of one of those foldy tables in Wallace Theatre...then I whacked it on one of the pool table legs in 'The Cubby'. Don't worry, I don't think I did any major damage and besides, I heal quickly...like Wolverine in X-Men. By the way, the patella is just a fancy schmancy term for knee.

I'll leave you now with some priceless words of wisdom from my exboss which kindof demonstrate our love-hate relationship (not so much the love). I was reminded of this great simile by one of my old co-workers on the trainride home today (this quote is definately MA15+ so if you are under fifteen turn off your computer right now and just walk away). 'A conversation with you is like masterbating with a cheese grater'. Why he can compare the two, I dare not ask.

Later days
Phillip

2005-04-09T20:16:00.001-07:00

Liang with his attacker

2005-04-09T20:16:00.000-07:00

Me and my Foghorn Leghorn with the champion Leghorn rooster from the easter show.

Im back

2005-04-09T19:14:00.000-07:00

Salutations ladies and gents, I'm now back after my extended absence from the cyberdiary world. Sorry about the ridicilously long wait for another update, I know how much you depend on me for all your entertainment. I couldn't help it though; first I was busy not doing uni work, then I just couldn't find time. We were playing hide 'n' seek and time hid, then I couldn't find him. My third excuse is that I did start updating and I clicked 'save as draft' so blogger saves what I wrote but doesn't post it, because I still hadn't finished. The problem is that blogger went nuts and didn't save my stuff so now I need to start all over again.

Ok well I know I need to update from last Wednesday but I'm going to just put in the highlights of the week. I could tell you all my adventures in my usual humourous form but I've got a week and a half to catch up on on my blog and a month and a half to catch up on in university maths so it's going to be a busy day.

The first major highlight from wence we last left was the Royal Easter show. Within the Easter Show there were two things that really standout in my mind
1. Me 'winning' two prizes. Ok you're all probably wondering why I have '' these things around winning, well let me tell you a bit of a story. Liang and I were walking through where all the sideshow games (the one's you normally can't win) were and this guy calls us over. We walk over there and he says, cummon fellas have a game. I say 'how much'. He replies '5 shots for $5 or 10 for $10 and I'll make sure you win'. I really wanted a prize so I gave him ten dollars and off I went. It was the game where you fire corks from a cork-shooting-rifle at rings hanging procariously on the top of bottles. If you hit the top of the ring it will fall down around the bottle and you win a prize. I knew this game wasn't impossible because in past years Alex (aka maco) one multiple times at this game...I did manage to hit the rings multiple times but the rings didn't fall down onto the bottle, they just fell off. Anyways ten shots later I say to the guy that I'm out of shots, he goes 'WINNER WINNER WINNER!!!' and I got a choice of a Foghorn Leghorn (with a little chicken hawk) or a Sylvester (with a little tweety). I chocse Foghorn because his cartoons are hilarious and when he was giving it to me he said, feel it its really soft...I obliged but at that moment he bellowed 'everyone have a look he's rubbing a big cock" (because Foghorn Leghorn is a rooster). Later in the day I went back and got the Sylvester, using the same strategy and this time the guy just said whether I wanted a big cock or a big pussy (real mature, I know) but we all had a chuckle about it and got want we wanted so its all good.
2. The second highlight of the day invloves Liang. We went to the poultry pavilion whilst inside I saw this 'champion' rooster with its red main thing drooping over its head and eyes. I laughed at it and told Liang to come have a look. He peered at this bird and moved in for a closer look. The rooster went nuts and lunged towards him...it nearly pecked his head off. Liang's face turned to sheer terror and he bolted down to the end of the aisle where we both appreciated the hilarity of what just happened.

They were the two highlights of the Easter Show but let me tell you that if you go on the last day there are great deals to be had in the fresh food pavilion with most things discounted and they even gave out free cartons of oak milk. Also the World Bazaare is just bizarre.

I can't really remember what happened on Friday...wait yes I can, check this out. I went back to Sydney Tech to ask the maths department a question from my maths assignment (and to see them all again) but I chose the worst day to go as it was cross country day. Most of the teachers were down at Scarborough Park but I did have a little chat to the head teacher of science whom I think knows like everyone in the department of chemistry at USyd. After half an hour I left and called Shamil to see what he was up to, so I went to his place, talked to his grandmother while he was getting ready and then we were off. We weren't sure where we were going but it was good just to cruise in "The Beast" (aka Grease Lightning). We went past Kipa's and said g'day and after that we went to my old Primary School because my godsister works there (and its good to go back every once in a while). I went and said hello to her and sadly found out that my legend has pretty much faded away...up to a year or two ago some kids still remembered me but now I'm simply a name on a board in the foyer. I saw my year 4 teacher at the other side of the field so I walked over to where she was and as I approached she called out 'Phillip is that you?' I said yes its me and walked over. We had a very brief talk just a hi, how are you kinda thing. She introduced me to her class saying that I was someone that she taught many years ago. She then said to them 'say good afternoon Phillip Lathourakis' and then in that sweet primary school melody they said 'Good afternoon Phillip Lathourakis' with that characteristic rise in pitch towards the end of the greeting. That was sooooooo cool, I decided that if engineering doesn't work out primary school teacher is the way to go just so I can get one of those every morning. That night Pat, Shamil, Bill, Kipa and your truly went down to D to D Cafe in Beverley Hills. It was pretty nice, I would recommend it. The highlight was definately when we paid, we put my 'Stud Club' card on the tray that the waitress took....she went back to behind the counter and had a read of the back of the card (if you want a read also, next time you see me ask me to show you). After she read it I went up and go, can I have my card back please. We all had a laugh, waitress included, it was definately the highlight of her night. After the cafe we went to Kipa's, played some NRL on the PS2, had some sweets and hot chocolate and played a game of trivial pursuit. My team ended up winning :) and by 4 I was home...what a good night.

On Saturday I went and saw Kipa's soccer match (which was very entertaining even though it was kind of disappointing having it end in a 0-0 draw). After the game I went to Claire's and a group of us went to Mortdale pub for dinner and when we got to Claire's, she and I (is that englishly correct?) watched the Michael Douglas, Kathleen Turner classic 'Romancing the Stone'. After that we talked a bit and then I left as I had to get up sort of early the next day.

Sunday came and I had to get up early as I said I would ride my bike to Pat's soccer game in Bexley. I did it!!! even though I went down the road on the wrong side of the train tracks at Kingsgrove I still made it there in 40 minutes. I noticed one big difference between Pat and Kipa's games. In Kipa's game there was a much greater skill level of the players and I remeber Nick saying something like cummon guys, talk...joe bloggs was left with two players to mark in the midfield, you guys got to tell him. Something like that. In Pat's game they already talk it up but its more like 'so how was your weekend' or 'oh my god he is so slack for doing that, are you gonna break up with him'. Ok I might be exaggerating a bit but you get the vibe of it and hopefully got a laugh as well.

Monday I was back at uni...our sabbatical had come to an end and how I had my nose back to the grindstone, well I should have but I am a little lazy. This week involved a few assessments, meeting friends in my break periods, watching theatresports and an ongoing duel with Kezz in pool every Monday (I'm winning this year 4-1).

Friday night I saw Alice's drama thing Drop It Like It's Raw, which had some good stuff...some stuff that I didn't get as well. Last night I went to Caesar's in Menai to celebrate Quayle's 18th. It was good to get together with the boys again, I might have a picture or two to put up in the future but I forgot my camera so I'll have to wait to receive photos from others.

Anyways that pretty much gets me back up to date...once again sory about the wait, I'll try not to keep you waiting that long ever again. I'm going to leave you with a couple of quotes from the Humphrey Bogart movie 'The Maltese Falcon', which I watched this week.

Joel Cairo You always have a very smooth explanation ready, huh?
Sam Spade What do you want me to do, learn to stutter?

Brigid O'Shaughnessy Mr. Spade, I have a terrible, terrible confession to make. That story I told you yesterday was just a story.
Sam Spade Oh, that. Well, we, we didn't exactly believe your story, Miss--uh, what is your name? Wonderly or Leblanc?
Brigid O'Shaughnessy It's O'Shaughnessy. Brigid O'Shaughnessy.
Sam Spade We didn't exactly believe your story, Miss O'Shaughnessy. We believed your two hundred dollars.
Brigid O'Shaughnessy You mean that--
Sam Spade I mean, you paid us more than if you'd been telling us the truth, and enough more to make it all right.

It did have some very witty humour...this week I'll probably watch Casablanca (also starts Humphrey Bogary although Ronald Reagan was originally planned to be the lead).

Later days
Phillip

Father into your hands, I commend my spirit

2005-03-29T20:00:00.000-08:00

Yes peeps, easter has now come and gone (well not Greek easter but thats another story). By the way the title of this blog is what the Gospel of Luke says are the last words of Jesus before he dies on the cross, I thought it was appropriate for today.

I'm going to start todays blog with yesterdays stuff and then work my way to the weekend and my trip to The Entrance. Well yesterday started with me rising and shining at, I think 10. I tried to do some uni work, namely physics but after reading a bit of the textbook I decided, you know what I bet there is something else I can do and make it appear like I'm doing something productive. I had my shower and got ready (very slowly) and at around quarter past twelve I went to Hurstville. That might not seem productive but I went to Coffee Club to see if they had any shifts for me yet. The lady said she'd tell Theo the H.R. guy so we'll see how that goes. After I was given a bit of a cold shoulder from Coffee Club, I decided to have a look at the new ezydvd shop at Hurstville. Upon looking around for a bit, an angel took my hand and led me to a shelf which had cartoon classics, volumes 1-12 (minus volume seven). The heavens truly opened up and guided me to this shelf...11 volumes of classic looney tunes cartoons, each for only $2.95. This was too good an opportunity to pass up, I grabbed all eleven and bought them for the 'princely' sum of $32.45. After this consumer therapy, I was in a really really good mood and since I was in the neighbourhood I decided to drop into Alice's house and say g'day. We sat around catching up for a bit and then a couple of hours later I bid Alice and her mum farethewell. I went home and raided the fridge, finding some latino ravioli...mmmmmmmm ravioli. I put that into a saucepan with some water to cook and told Pat to call me when the timer went off, and then went to scoop the leaves out of the pool like a good little havana boy. It seriously seemed as though there were more leaves than water, it was insane but I eventually got through it and then scaled up our stairs and dug into my feast of pasta. The perfect accompaniment for my pasta was volume one of cartoons. I watched a few of them but then drifted off into a siesta. Ahhhh what a sweet siesta it was....it lasted for one and a half wonderous hours and I woke up refreshed and ready to eat the dinner mum had prepared. Mmmmmmm gluttony. My second dinner ended and I now had to get ready for work, sigh. I got changed and realised that I still had plenty of time to go so I went down stairs and did some situps. Yeh, I think I might have a chance of fulfilling my New Years Resolution of becoming Mr Universe. Work was, well, work. Because the person I was supposed to work with didn't show up I worked from 8-4:15, when I was supposed to finish at midnight. It was alright though, my siesta put me in good stead for the night and after working at Signature's Cafe for two years, I became accustomed to eight hour shifts. About an hour into my shift, something from the magazine section caught the edge of my eye. I focus my eye sight and then see that finally, a leading magazine is attempting to answer a question that would have puzzled Socrates, Aristotle, Plato and many other philosophisers throughout the years. Girlfriend magazine had on its cover 'are your breasts normal?'. Excuse my language but WTF...no wonder some young girls these days are a bit screwed in the head and growing up too fast, what is that. Who is the judge of a 'normal' breast? Isn't normality, like beauty, in the eye of the beholder? Anyways, my shift eventually ended and I think that for going above and beyond the call of duty I should be awarded Employee of the Century.

Ok well that's what happened yesterday, my trip to The Entrance was pretty enjoyable. It all began on Thursday which like most Thursday's had me meeting up with Sarah and Bill and Alice (this week also Hayley) and going to see theatresports. After uni, I made my way to Central station where I met mum and Pat and we caught the train up to Gosford. It was a rather lovely train ride, very picturesque and I got a little bit of maths done although not as much as I had wanted. When we got to Grafton dad came and picked us all up and took us to where we were staying. Once we dropped our stuff off I decided to go on a walk. It was a pretty long walk, I walked from where we were staying, around the beach to the Entrance shops, then around past the boat shed, past the skate park and then I kept walking until I ran out of walkway and was now in a sort of wetlands area. By this time I had been walking for twenty five minutes and decided to turn around and make my way back but this time going by The Entrance road and seeing which takes longer. It turns out that the return trip took longer but only because I got a little lost and overshot my mark and ended up a fair way down the beach from where I should have been. That was probably the main event of the day, well except this AWESOME movie I watched that night on the ABC called, seven days leave (made in 1942). It was sooooo funny and definately worth a watch if you ever get the chance. Ummm I'll try to summarise the main points of the holidays into a few shortish sentences (I was going to put pictures but mum totally does not want pictures of the family on the internet and I can't really bite the hand that feeds me now can I).
-James's family arrived friday night. On Friday the broncos (my team) also beat the roosters (dads team) :D
-James and I had a marathon game of stock exchange monopoly. I think it was definately over three hours, and between two people thats pretty big. We decided to call it a draw.
-Dad lost his phone at this video arcade place
-Played some pool, 1945, daytona and air hockey at said video arcade with mixed results. I went pretty well in 1945 (which is one of those up scrolling aeroplane games where you need to dodge the millions of bullets flying at you at any one time and also try to beat the boss) and I beat dad in air hockey. James and I beat Pat and Alex in a suspense packed game of pool. Pat could have won by sinking the black which was centimetres away frmo the corner pocket but she cracked under the pressure and James wrapped it up.
-I watched another late night movie called sex is a four letter word. It started off like a comedy but by the end you realise that every single character is messed up and has these really really bizarre issues. Yeh it was a bit weird.
-We watched Miss Congeniality 2 which is no where near as good as the first one
-I had a lovely banana split from Cold Rock ice creamery and a delicious strawberry tart from this cake shop
-I managed to limit my spending
-I swam a bit to see if I would stand a chance in my proposed race with Alix (who is like a state swimmer). I think that doing weights has made my arms heavier so when I swam my fifty I got really really tired because I was trying to move so much more weight than usual so I pretty much died after a hundred metres.
-I beat my aunty in a walking race. I told her that I could walk pretty fast and she said that she could beat me. I put her to the test with a round trip race at long jetty and decimated her. I am quite the walker nowadays.
-We left on Sunday, a day earlier than planned but I did get a chance to watch the Stargate Atlantis movie when I got home, which was good.

Umm I think thats pretty much it, I could have gone into detail and given you a play-by-play analysis of the whole weekend but these holidays will be over in less than a week so I don't really have time.

Today I woke up soon after midday (because of my extra long shift last night). I went on MSN and started writing this. Chris Dean invited me over because he was bored so I had breakfast and got ready then went to his house (got there about 12:45) and played some basketball. It was a bit slack because I'm like the next Michael Jordan and he's not. After that we rehydrated and then took the footy down to the park where I realised that I was not only the next Michael Jordan but also the next Dan Marino (quarter back who holds the record for most yards passed in a season) due to my ability to throw a NRL ball gridiron style. Across the road from the par, Chris saw his mates playing basketball in their like side yard area so we went and played a bit more and then at bout 5:45 we left there, bought some chocolate from woolies and then just watched some tv at his place. I eventually left and when I got home I ate dinner and now here I am, typing away at my computer. I got some good excercise done today and I might even do some more tonight in the form of weights and situps...lets see if the bothered factor keeps up.

Well thats it for me now...I think I'll watch some cartoons tonight and do some schoolwork tomorrow until bowling in the evening. Oops, I mean uniwork. I'll probably be going to the easter show on Thursday so if anyone wants to come give me a call. I'm up for pretty much any socialising so if anything's being organised tell me about it and I'll see if I can make it.

Later days
Phillip

I hate water, especially when its wet

2005-03-21T22:21:00.000-08:00

As you may or may not know, it is raining. This really doesn't inspire me to do any uni work or much else for that matter so I'll have to be content with sitting here and updating my blog.

When I last left the keyboard it was early Friday morning and I still hadn't gotten up to much (well I had only just gotten up). After that I decided that I should finally do some uni work. I sat down with my maths and started to do (well attempt) the questions. After a little while Mum got back from shopping bringing with her many splendiforous things. I instantly seized the cheese and grapes and the cold water from the fridge and then returned to my spot at the table. Some people binge on chocolate, others on chips but on Sunday I was thoroughly enjoying my cheese, grapes and water binge. Now I know why they always bring out cheese AND fruit platters. The strong flavours from the cheese are outstandingly balanced and complemented by the sweet fruit brought out. Wow listen to me. Its like I'm the connoisseur of coon or the gourmet of gouda. So I did that for a while then I got tired and bored so I went and read the guiness world records magazine from the Daily Telegraph (and the one from last week) but because of a severe case of imtireditis, my brain was running rather slowly so it took me almost two hours to read them both. My mental olympics continued soon afterwards with me reading my physics textbook (the action of reading it will soon have me ready to go at olympic weightlifting) however when I first went to pick it up my hand slipped and the corner hit my pelvis....ouch, the pain. Physics was soon sharing my brainpower with MSN and then they both lost out to the NRL on tv...it was good to just chillax after such a strenuous day. You thought that I would finish there because I would be way too tired to do anything else, didn't you. Well I got up and got ready for work which was as usual from 8-12. Work was fine but I think they turned up the frisges because my hands were so much colder than usual....I was happy when I finished my shift and my hands were still firmly connected to my wrist (ie they didn't fall off). My body got even with me that night. Although I knew that I would have to wake up at six the next morning I still decided to work so to try to make sure I never do it again my body didn't let me go to sleep until 1:30 and it woke me up at 5:30.

Although running on only four hours sleep I was still alright throughout the day. I was pretty tired during maths but afterwards I went to Texts in the City and then to Kopy Stop with a couple of tech boys and then one of them had to use a toilet so he went to Fisher Library. I went down to the reserve and just as my incling predicted, Claire was there working like a busy little bee...trying to get through her readings. I went and said a very brief hello but then left her to it because it looked as though she was pretty focussed (and pretty) and in the zone. As I left the library I ran into Sarah and talked to her for a bit but she also had readings to do. Now all alone I went to Manning and got myself a hot chocolate. I had a twenty dollar note and two thirty in change. When I ordered I gave the guy my $20 note but he asked if I had anything smaller (it was early in the day so they probably didn't have change), I only had $2.30 in change but he said it was alright (that's a saving of 15%!!!). I sat there on one of those comfy couches and did my maths, periodically taking sips of my hot chocolate (through one of those lid things with the hole, I had never used one of them before). I did about an hour of maths then began writing a romantic short story for Claire because she enjoys them but doesn't have any left to read...I thought it would be interesting to see what I come up with. I got through about 880 words in an hour (that hour had a lot of breaks to try to think of things like the name of the main characters....which I still haven't worked out even though I'm halfway through the story). It was now a quarter to twelve so I needed to head off to engineering but just before entering Wentworth I ran into Claire again (like woh, what are the chances) but it was once again a brief hello and good bye as we were heading in opposite directions. Engineering wasn't too bad because our lecturer let us out about twenty minutes early. I then took a long walk to physics and as usual, physics was pretty interesting. After physics came my weekly dash to my chemical engineering practical thing but it was good..got some excercise and it heled breaking in my new shoes (which were as stiff as wooden clogs at the start of the day). The engineering prac was really badly organised...for the first hour between computers not working and the instructor not really showing us what to do, we did nothing. Our instructor was pretty much "here's the program, use it"...on second thoughts maybe he shouldn't have let us out of our lecture twenty minutes early. Long story short, we eventually did the work and then I went to the station and caught the train home. I took the chance to go on my brisk walk but this walk was briskier than usual. From the top of Connells Point road I was walking to the badger, badger song in my head (http://www.badgerbadgerbadger.com/) taking a step with every badger. It was an invigorating walk but it and when I got home I was pumped and focussed on doing some schoolwork. I began doing my physics assignmenr questions online.

I would like to take this opportunity to award the virtual mother theresa award to Andrew Layden, who's help in my physics assignment was invaluable and contributed greatly to me getting 105%

Yeh I got 105% because you get bonus marks for not taking the hints. After I finished that I was just conversing in the online way to friends on MSN then at ten I went to bed. I finished the book of Luke from the bible yesterday...I read a bit nearly every night before bed and finished it yesterday, I must say that Luke is a good book.

Today I was able to sleep until 6:30 despite the fact that my alarm went off at nearly full blast at 6. I think I was like dead or in a coma or something, hence me not waking up. Today I nearly fell asleep a few times in my first two lectures (maths and chemistry) but after that I was alright. My maths tutorial was pretty good because I'm finally getting back into the swing of things and my tutor helped me 'get' the concepts. After maths Shamil made his way to Sydney uni again. I like seeing friends at nearly scheduled times every week...gives me something to look forward to. We wwalked around a bit and then we went to the cubby where I anihilated Shamil in pool but I once again injured myself on the pool table. I think I'll need to make finger pads, as scale replicas of gridiron shoulder pads. Unfortunately I didn't have time to beat Shamil again because I needed to go to my chemistry tutorial (which I left early because there isnt really much to do). I ran into Dutt and then we went back to the cubby and caught Shamil before he left. While we stood in Wentworth many more tech boys kept walking past and joining the group, I think if we loitered long enough we would have been able to clog the whole hallway. Now I'll just skip a bit and tell you that I managed to get Shamil's jacket and put it into my bag, whilst he was watching me at my bag and he didn't suspect a thing. I sneakily disguised my movements as being me getting my unbrella out, as it was raining. Silly, silly UTS Shamil believed me and good times were had by all (except Shamil because he thought he lost his jacket). By the time they left I still had a while before my chem lab so I went to the chem building and started writing more of the romantic short story. The creative process was interupted and ended when someone that was in my chemistry bridging course tutorial saw me and then we started talking...this went all the way until my lab began. During the lab I Alix messaged me saying that she was stranded in Manning without an umbrella. I wanted to be a knight in shining armour (both figurative and literally) but unfortunately our lab instructor wouldn't let us out until four so my shining armour was now just a rusted hunk not turning up metal. The only good thing that came from not being able to leave early was that I ran into Claire and Ryan at the station. Wow I saw Claire unexpectedly three times in two days, coincidence, destiny, fate whatever it was I think it deserves a thank you.

Well I'm sure that I've missed a lot of stuff but I have work in under two hours and I need to unload the dishwasher, start packing my bag for The Entrance, hang out some jeans of mine and I want to write more of the short story. If I could travel at close to the speed of light, my time would slow down relative to yours and it would be good, but unfortunately I can't so I must stop now. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to update before I go to The Entrance so if i don't then have a great and safe Easter, and don't eat too many Easter eggs. For those who are going, enjoy church and remember why we celebrate easter...for me easter isnt until May 1st so there's still quite the wait (sort of explained why here http://www.al-bushra.org/prayer/easter.htm). I hate long goodbyes but oh well.
GGGGGGOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOODDDDDDDBBBBBBYYYYYYEEEEEE

Later days
Phillip

Rebel Without a Cause

2005-03-20T12:00:00.000-08:00

Yesterday was a very good day. It was the first day in ages, where I was able to sleep in (until 11 :D). After I got up I diddydaddled on the computer for a while and then decided that I should probably do some uni work. When I was about to start I got a phone call from James asking if I wanted to go to the Diesel shop, which I did but unfortunately they were closed. After that I went to James and Alex's friends house and justhung out there for a while but eventually James had to go so I went back home again to try to do some work. I downloaded my chemistry and physics lecture notes and begun reading them, but I kept getting sidetracked. When I did start getting into the nitty gritty of radioactive decay and nucleogenesis, Mum started making locomathes (honey balls) so I helped with that and then couldn't really concentrate. It wasn't too bad though because by then I had to start organising who I was giving a lift to that night and then I had to get myself ready (although I do wake up as an adonis, I still do some work). I had already planned my look...a few nights ago I tried on my leather jacket (as well as nearly everything from my 'winter wardrobe') and it still fit, so I decided to go as James Dean in 'Rebel Without a Cause'. I had the leather jacket, the white tshirt, the dark blue jeans, everything except the hair. His hair is like totally different to mine so I just improvised and combed it back. When Pat and I were both ready we left and first I had to go get some petrol, then I picked up Bill, then Alix, then Claire and then we were off to Miller's place. The trip went pretty smoothly but I did take a wrong turn on this big roundabout near Alfords Point and because there were no sidestreets I could turn into, it took a while to correct that momentary lapse in judgement. We eventually made it to Miller's and as we entrevued, Miller and Mario left to pick up Shamil and Quayle. We were left to watch Spiderman, which was alright because it is a pretty entertaining movie. The only problem was that right before the end, Miller and company returned and they changed it to the footy (both the NRL and the Union). We watched that for a while, then everyone started disappearing one by one until there were only five of us left, the five that came in my car. By that time, we seized the remote and changed it to Turner Classic Movies then we channel surfed until the heaven's smiled down on us and presented the show with the greatest, most talented and most fashionable cast ever...Saved By The Bell. This show is like the Bible to 80's fashion (or lack thereof) and also has a very amusing script. Sadly, once again, it was not to be...the guys who were outside (apparently playing gridiron) came back and changed the channel back to the footy (I didn't mind but my male intuition told me that the females in the room weren't enjoying it). When the NRL finished (with the Dragons losing) we changed it to "Fashion TV" which was showing the Sydney Kings basketball match which we one, BOOYEH. Sydney Kings are now the first team ever to win back-to-back-to-back premierships in the NBL. At around ten we turned off the TV and just had some music playing (I think it went Pete Murray to Red Hot Chilli Peppers) and then we were just sitting around talking, catching up, complaining about uni...the usual stuff. As you can see below, some of the guys were having a good time on their campaigns through Millers closet and Alix and Claire were enjoying messing up eachothers hair. The guys were trying to decide who I looked like and they came up with John Stamos (of Full House fame), The Fonz (from Hapy Days) and John Travolta (from Grease, duh) but they didn't say James Dean, oh well. Oh yeh, it was in this time when somehow it came up that Alix has really cold feet. I tried to remedy this by rubbing my hands together really fast and then placing them on her feet (Mr Myagi style), this worked for a bit but I think I burnt my hand doing it (I am like totally, too hot to handle). Also, Claire and I started playing I-Spy. I started with spying something starting with 'o' but Claire couldn't work out that it was out to party shamil. Then she went and spyed something starting with 'awp', and I got "Alix with pearls", must be some ESP thing Claire and I have. My turn again, something with 'c', which she got, Claire. Then Claire did the funniest one, something beginning with 'fan', needless to say (but I'll say it anyway), I got that one right. By about 11:30 we left (minus Bill, who stayed at Miller's). I dropped everyone off and then made it back to my delightfully comfortable and warm bed.

Today I got to sleep in again, and then I got up and started writing this. It's been pretty good, mum brought back a cream bun for me which was scrumpdiddilyumptious. I think that I might do some more uni work today seeing as though I won't be going to the Inner Child Society Beach Party (because I slept in and when I got up, the weather looked crap). Also tonight I have work which will make me nice and tired for uni tomorrow but the pay is better on Sundays and quite frankly, I want the money.

Later Days
Phillip

2005-03-19T16:08:00.000-08:00

Me and some of the guys at Millers yesterday. I was dressed in my stylin, leather jacket and the other guys were playing dress-ups after raiding Miller's wardrobe. We are really really really ridicilously good looking.

Eine Kleine Nachtspiel

2005-03-18T16:30:00.000-08:00

Yes this is my little night story, however it probably won't be too little as I have three days of story to catch up on.

Ok so Tuesday started like any other, with my maths, chemistry, maths combo. My maths tutorial wasn't too bad though because it was in a nicely air conditioned room with comfy seating. After my three hours straight I had a one hour break. As I was leaving the Eastern Avenue building a pungent stench filled the air, I suddenly felt dirty, I now saw the reason why...there was some UTS scum (in the form of Shamil) on our beautiful clean uni (Before all you UTS people go and grab your pitchforks and create an unruly mob, let me apologise for my overthetop 'joke'. I do realise it is a bit extreme and perhaps even a bit insulting but I do apologise. I do hope that you can laugh at my joke and move on). Anyways so I met up with Shamil and some other UTS people that he was with, they were at USyd to see Alex (from Danebank) but unfortunately couldn't get through to her so we just walked around. Shamil just wouldn't stop complaining abouthow big the uni was, I guess that since his uni is pretty much a single concrete building/monstrosity that you don't really do that much walking. After he got over that he somehow came to the conclusion that UTS was a nicer looking uni than USyd...maybe he needs to take a trip down to the optometrist. Eventually we made our way to the Wentworth building where Shamil and I versed Zaved and his friend in pool. Shamil ended up winning, (go us) but then sadly I had to leave and go to my Chemistry tutorial. The tutorial was rather unproductive and I left early (we were allowed to leave, don't go calling some type of university truent officer). In another one hour break, I went down and collected the soap I made on Monday in Chemical engineering, then I went down to the physics building for a physics society barbecue ON THE ROOF OF THE BUILDING!!! Michael West came as well so it was a pretty good lunch and it was free which is always handy. To conclude the day I had a chemistry lab. I got to wear mylab coat, which I tzjued (its meant to be the word that queer eye uses) by folding the sleeves a bit, putting the collar up, only buttoning the bottom three buttons (hmmm could you say I had a plunging neck line, probably not) and hanging my safety goggles off my tshirt. I think I'll be the most stylish chemist ever. The lab was meant to be 3 hours long but we only did some useless administration and safety stuff (ok not completely useless) so it only ended up being 1 hour long hence I finished at 3. This was unheard of, me finishing uni at 3, when does that happen? I wondered what I could do now so I called Claire but I think her phone was off so I just went to "the Cubby" and played fifteen minutes of pool. While I was in the middle of my second game, my phone started ringing and I was asked to work from 8-12, I agreed so I could make some $$$.

I ended up going to Kogarah High School so Mum could give me a lift home but she had some work to do and then we went home via the shops so I didn't get home until about 5. At this time I really couldn't be bothered to do any school work because I was pretty tired. I couldn't even update my blog! Work was alright, I'm getting used to it. The only 'bad' thing that happened was that after about half an hour at work I was moving a box of so-good, naturally I was lifting from my legs, not my back. As I lowered myself to put the box down I heard this bizarre noise, an instant later I realised that my pants had just ripped at the back, and it was a major rip. Luckily i was wearing black undies or else it would have been even worse. As it was, it wasn't all that noticeable however the interior lining of the pants was white so everybody probably realised. Throughout the whole night only one person mentioned it, she was a fellow Coles Myer employee and offered to go get some safety pins to fix it up but I only had one hour left so I would just brave it. That pretty much ends Tuesday, now for Wednesday.

I got home at about 12:30 from work but it's alright because I get to 'sleep in' on Wednesday's till 7. I got up and did my usual morning routine but today I drove up to Hurstville and caught a train to Redfern. i had my 9 oclock chemistry lecture and then my four hour break. I decided to make my way down to Manning to do some maths for an hour but I met Ivan and a friend of his so I was talking and working. After an hour I went to Alice and Alix's History 1076 lecture. The lecture was about the South in the USA after the civil war, so the late 19th century. I was really productive in this lecture, I took three pages of notes, however mine were funny notes. For instance the lecturer said we need to consider what changed and what stayed the same for the 'old south' (before civil war) and 'new south' (after civil war). My notes said something along the lines of; the south was still below the north, this was good because it meant that the they didn't need to read their maps upside down. The lecturer then talked about how the textiles industry boomed in the South after the war but a vast majority of workers were still poor, so I said; although there was a boom in the textiles industry, the southerners still couldn't make white shirts, this meant that they were mainly blue collar workers. For the rest of my notes ask Alix, who's probably studying them now, as we speak, or is it read, or type...whatever. After the lecture, Alice needed to rush to Carslaw but on our walk I spotted Alix's bright purple bag so I caught up with her and a couple of her friends and went to Manning. For the next hour I was pretty much sitting around and talking with them, not much else happened. This is one of the things I love about uni, you can run into a friend then just go to somewhere like Manning and do ABSOLUTELY NOTHING. At one, they all had to go but I had organised to meet Claire at Manning at one so it was rather good timing. Claire arrived and we went and sat up in Manning and talked a bit, then we went for a walk around the sport field infront of the Physics building. Before I knew it, it was 2 and we both needed to get to our next classes *tear*. My physics lecture and tutorial wasn't too bad because I had friends in both but there was this really annoying question in the Physics tutorial that took a while to get your head around. My bi-hour physics session concluded and as I had promised, I 'raced' across the field to the front of the education building where I was to see Claire and Sarah exit the building like "angels exiting heaven's pearly gates" (I actually said that, hence the quotation marks). Claire and I had a brief reunion but she needed to hang around to go watch a play and I had to leave to do some schoolwork so Sarah and I walked to Redfern station. It was an amusing walk because when about 200 metres from the station we walked past some guy sitting on his front porch and then he yelled out (maybe at the people behind us) "YOU SUCK!!!!", we kinda just giggled as we kept walking then when he was a far distance behind us, we erupted into a boisterous chuckle and commented on the craziness of what just happened. We got to the station and had to catch our respective trains so thats the end of uni for Wednesday. If memory serves me correctly I did walk home on Wednesday and then I did do a little bit of work but not much. I did however do some Physics at bowling which made the night productive and fun..I didn't bowl any particularly good games but I got a 553 series over three games which meant I was about ten over average every game.

Thursday was a good mix between work and social life. I started off the day with three hours of work, then I had a three hour break in which I did none. I met up with Sarah after her Italian tutorial and we went down to Manning as Sarah was meeting her education mentor there. I ran into Bill at Manning, the first time I'd seen Bill since probably Australia Day which was ages ago. At 12:30, our group moved up to the top level of Manning to get seats for Theatresports. I saved a seat for Alice and Bill saved a couple for Dutt and his friend. At about one there was still no sign of Alice but Brigit (Alice's sister) did turn up and used the seat for the duration of the sports. I guess one Workman is as good as the other (Alice, if you're reading this, you are sooo much better than your sister), (Brigit, I just said that to make Alice feel good, you are truly the better). Anyways nothin much else happened at uni, so I made my way home. Because I was cold and lazy, I caught the bus home but it was worth it, it was very amusing. A couple of the people behind me were talking and one of them said something like how's year ten going? The other one replied, it's sooooo hard, enjoy year 9 while you can. When I heard that I just started laughing (on the inside). That kid's going to really love years eleven and twelve, I bet. When I got home I started writing this but it was suddenly 6:30 so I needed to get my experiment report for chemical engineering done. It took sooo long, and I did have to make up some figures but I think it was alright...totally not going to get full marks though. Mum came back from shopping with a new pair of black jeans to replace the pants I ripped at work on Tuesday, nice-one mum.

Friday-today was good but the microsoft excel stuff we were doing in our physics lab session was annoying, not bacause it was hard but because there were all these numbers coming out of nowhere....one of the tutor guys took about half an hour to help us with our question. I think that after today, my physics lecturer will think I'm either really funny or really annoying. When we went into the lab he said that we needed to be in groups of 3, so some groupd of two would have to split up and join another one to make two groups of three. After he said that I made a kind of scientific joke/simile where I compared that process to the creation of ozone. Later when the lecturer was walking around the class I told him and he had a blank stare on his face until he said that he was laughing on the inside. I mightn't of helped when we were conversing at the end of the lab session. I asked him whether he was a doctor or a professor, he replied doctor. I then asked what the difference is and how a doctor becomes a professor. He told me that to become a professor you need to apply for a promotion, which he is doing now to become and associate professor (he called it 'A' prof for short). After he said that I informed him that he could also be called an 'ass' prof, I find it funny so why didn't he...oh well. My blog pretty much ends here but my day will not as I am working tonight (update, im back from work and it was same old stuff, nothing special but the siesta I had before work is paying off because I'm still awake at 12:30). This Sunday the Inner Child society is having a beach party at Cronulla starting at 11am...if anyone wants to come give me a call or send an email to somedude2387@hotmail.com I know these societies are about meeting new people but I'm not going to go if no-one I know is going.

Later days
Philos

A picture is worth a thousand words

2005-03-14T20:26:00.000-08:00

You guys may have noticed that there are now pictures scattered throughout my blog. If you are wondering where I got this brilliant idea, you have to look no further than Rachel. She was the inspiration for this new project of mine and without her there would be far less pictures of me on the internet (which would be bad). Oh praise be to thine Rachel because without her brilliance the world would be shrouded in a mist of idiocy.

Later days
Phillip

Dream as if you'll live forever. Live as if you'll die today

2005-03-14T19:30:00.000-08:00

About the name of this entry, I saw this James Dean quote today and thought it was awesome, so here it is.

Now is the time for my famous WEEKEND ROUNDUP. Well, on Friday night I went to the STHS speech night (I wasn't receiving anything but I wanted to see everyone again). That had whisps of goodness but it did get boring, especially once we got to year seven and eight. Big wraps need to go to my mum who bought me the shirt I was wearing that night on Thursday night from yd. Many people commented on how nice the shirt was so nice one mum. After the ceremony was over I got some photos whilst down at the hall, then we went up for a FREE supper in the common room. The food and general vibe of the night was good but it did seem weird witnessing your teachers drinking alcoholic beverages. I got some more photos with teachers and 'the boys' and then we went down to Brighton. The group consisted of Kipa, Pat, Shaz, Shoolman, Sheahan, Raj, Maria and yours truly. Because of their exemplary track record for dessert in the past we went to Bay Vista. Since last time I took a culinary trip through "dazzling mykonos", I thought I'd try something new, something different, something like "Rio de Janeiro". A three scooped mountain of ice cream liberally sprinkled with coconut shavings and topped with a piece of wafer. Nick doubted that I could finish it, HA! I showed him. Once again I got a piece of memorabelia and then exeunt group.

Saturday's activites are generally listed in my last entry. It was a great day, we both had a good time (I think) however now I'll need to get a new idea for a fun day out for Claire and I.

Yesterday I was woken up at 9 o'clock by receiving a rubber ball in the face compliments from my cousin Alex (who slept over). I have to admit, it was a great throw and I'm really impressed by his abilities however he could have found a more apt way to demonstrate what he's learnt at baseball rather then throwing the ball, bouncing it off the wall I was facing and hitting me right between the eyes. It was good to hang out with Alex again because I haven't had a chance to do that for a few weeks now. Eventually Alex left and I started reading my 4.5kg physics teextbook. I made it to page 15 before my muscles just gave up (my brain moreso than my biceps). The rest of the day wasn't very exciting. I did work from 7:45pm-12:15am. This shift was a bit better than my first because I was working with a guy from Kogarah Marist who was moreorless my age, so I got a chance to talk to someone. I was sooo lucky to be working that night because it meant that by the time I got home and got to sleep it was about 1:30 which means I got four and a half hours sleep (yes!).

Monday. I was suffering a very severe case of Mondayitis but I soldiered on...Dad drove me to uni (as he has for everyday I start at 8) so he's been great. I also got to have a half-sleep while I was in the car. That's one of the main advantages of dad driving me...I can fall asleep without fearing that I'd end up somewhere in Bondi with no food, no clothes and only one kidney. My lectures were alright today although I fear that I'm going to suck at maths as its been going a little over my head as of late. Two memorable events happened today...

1. I met up with Kiran and we went to check out the music rooms in the Seymour Centre which were unimpressive as they were just non soundproof rooms with a piano or two in them. After we left the Centre we went to the Cubby and played some pool. My moment of brilliance came when I chipped the white ball over the 14, hit the 2 which bounced off the bank (wall thing on pool table) and went into the middle pocket. Kiran did a similar thing but without the chip although he did impress me when he somehow scooped the white ball, i.e. he struck it upwards and the white ball kept in contact with the cue for a while and then flew out of the table.

2. I got my chemical engineering assignment thing back today and got 9.5/10 but then when I asked where I lost the mark she couldn't work it out so I got 100% (I hope that's a sign of things to come).

Something I did neglect to mention is that when Kiran and I were looking for the music rooms we walked pretty much all the way around the centre, entering nearly every door...once we reached the Seymour Centre it must have taken us at least 15 minutes to find where to go.

After uni I did my usual walk to Redfern and then walk home from Hurstville but unfortunately I didn't get a chance to see Claire to celebrate our one month anniversary, oh well...there's always next month.

One last thing before I go...if anyone is bored and wants to go have a drink or just walk around uni then give me a call. I have a break from 9-12 on Monday, 11-2 on Thursday and 10-2 on Wednesday.

Later days
Phillip

2005-03-14T01:32:00.000-08:00

This was me on my first day of uni...if i look tired its because i am tired

2005-03-14T01:22:00.000-08:00

this was me and my dazzling mykonos last time i went to bay vista

2005-03-14T01:21:00.001-08:00

some of the boys

2005-03-14T01:21:00.000-08:00

Me a few minutes later, minus the rio de janeiro

2005-03-14T01:20:00.000-08:00

Me with my rio de janeiro

The next best thing to Italy

2005-03-13T13:30:00.000-08:00

Yesterday I took Claire out on a "next best thing to Italy" day. Long story short we went to Audley (in the Royal National Park), then to my cousin James's house for a sort of vespa ride, then we went back to Claire's and played a fair bit of canatsa. It was a very good day, which is more than I can say about my thoughts about today seeing as though I'll be working from 8-12 tonight and then need to wake up at 6am tomorrow morning as per usual. Oh well, a man's got to do, what a man's got to do.

To add to my evergrowing list of 'general thoughts' on my site I decided to write my thoughts of what a S.N.A.G is. Over the last few months I have been called a S.N.A.G on many occasions and on all those occasions it has meant that people think I am a sensitive new age guy (albeit without being into all that aromatherapy, scented candles new age stuff). I've been thinking about it a bit and have made a formula to what a S.N.A.G really is...

SNAG=SOFG+MNAI-MOFI

Sensitive new age guy=(sensitive old fasioned gentleman)+(modern new age ideals)-(middle-ages overbeaingly-against feminism ideas)

In other words they should have the charm and romance of a 18th or 19th century 'Prince Charming' but also be inclined to accept woman independance and treat females as equals. Its like taking this Prince Charming and through something like our much beloved "transformations of texts" in English last year, change the setting and context of Prince so that he has altered some previous classical ideas (especially when it comes to the treatment of fair maidens) and is capable to deal with problems in the 21st century.

It is a bit of a stupid idea but I was bored and this gave me an excuse to not clean my room or do homework. Unfortunately in about thirty seconds when I conclude this entry I'm going to have to do that stuff anyway.

Later days
Phillip

Then he said, let there be the weekend and it was so

2005-03-11T14:30:00.000-08:00

Although I did go to uni today it is more like a three day weekend. I woke up and made it to uni by 8 for my maths lecture and then I left. Not much else happened today except that on the train ride home I saw that a shop called fedelity something (yes with an 'e' not an eye) was next to an adult 'super store' which I found rather amusing. Also a lady left this huge bag thing on the train when she got off at Kogarah so I took it to the information thing at Hurstville station, I hope she finds it...it looked important (I also hope she wasn't a terrorist leaving the bomb while she made her getaway).

Now that thats over with I'm going to give my blog a change of pace and add some general thoughts about stuff.

At the moment, life is good. I have some awesome friends who I love to spend time with, a wonderful girlfriend who I love, I'm doing what I want to do at uni and family life is good. Although on Wednesday Mum and I had a heated argument/shouting match over a rather trivial subject, after about two sentences had left my mouth I just took a step back and remembered how awesome she's been over the past few weeks, up to and during uni. She's bought me new clothes and given me some spending money to go out...I think its really important that if anyone gets angry that you don't get overcome with emotions and do something you might regret. For me I just walked down stairs and played the piano so we could just both keep out of eachothers way before I went to bowling. I think this is another important thing to do if you're ever in an argument...many times in the past have I walked into my bedroom, slamming the door on the way but soon I get bored and feel rather stupid and childish (in a bad way) but soon you need to come out and face your arguee, and you don't want to make it worse by doing something almost destructive even after the argument has finished. Wow, way to go off on a tangent "Dr" Phil.

One downside of late is that I haven't been able to see James and Alex much lately because of me going to uni and them going to school...I think I'll try to remedy this on the weekend. Also a couple of my friends have been sad at various occasions and because there isn't really much I could do to help them it made me a little sad as well but fortunately I think everything is on the up and up so I'll be keeping my fingers crossed.

Finally, a spur of the moment thing. If anyone has any 'beef' with me or if there's something I do that annoys you, you can send me an email, just tell me or leave an anonymous comment and I'll try to fix that up. If you're happy, I'm happy. By the way, Shamil if you're going to write anything like what your first entry to your Blog was like, you've got no chance of that happening. I might tone it down though.

Anyways they're some general thoughts about life, maybe tomorrow I might write something almost philosophical or maybe something scientific, we'll see how it goes.

Later days
Phillip

The saga continues...

2005-03-10T21:30:00.000-08:00

Sorry everyone about my kind of long winded spiel about uni but one day in the future when I'm old, my memory failing, I will still be able to remember what happened my first day so really, I half withdraw that apology.

Anyways for this entry I'll bring you up to date for the last three days trying to keep it short and sweet. Well on Tuesday I went in to uni from 8-10 and because my tutorials hadn't started yet I could go home. I went from uni to Coffee Club, Hurstville because they wanted to 'see what I could do'. I just had to make a cappucino. The steam was controlled by a knob instead of a lever so I wasn't used to it and probably turned it up too high for my liking but it was a decent coffee...the chef that ended up having it said it was good. I'll hopefully get a shift or two from them and start again in an enjoyable job with human interaction. After that I walked home and then the rest of the day is filled with not much, probably some piano, computer, tv, home gym....the usual stuff.

Yesterday was pretty good. I got to uni by 9 and had my chemistry lecture, after which I had my weekly four hour break. I began by walking down to kopy stop on mountain street to get the lecture notes for MATH 1901 but when I got there I realised that there was (or should it be were) none. I walked back to uni and I was going to Fisher Library when behold, Claire was also going to Fisher Library. I think it was in the stars that we were to see eachother that day (well either that or the fact that we were going to meet at Manning at 1 anyway). Claire went down and did some reading in the reserve section while I went up to level four and did about three hours straight of maths. Post-brain explosion I decided it was time for me to go to Manning so I started to make my way to the exit when I realised I didn't know where it was so I got lost and ended up in the rare books section. It was interesting though, seeing all those rare books like The Niebelung (may or may not be correct spelling) the story that Wagner used for his epic opera, The Ring Cycle (an opera so long that it is in four parts, normally played on different days). After a while I somehow overcame the male instinct not to ask for directions and, asked for directions. What happened was that when I walked with Claire we went down a level to get to the reserve....I forgot this step (because according to Alix I was focussed on Claire, which is probably right). Anyway, so I exited the labyrinth and made my way to Manning where I briefly spoke to Jules before Claire and Sarah arrived. Sarah departed and Claire and I had lunch followed by this love heart candy she gave me on valentines (I didn't have the heart to have them with anyone else....hahahaha great pun!!!). After our sabbatical I had my Physics lecture and Claire and Sarah had their Education thing. Physics was interesting as usual but as soon as it finished I raced out and ran to the education building so I could see when and where Claire and Sarah were finishing their day so we could walk to Redfern together (I dare not walk alone). I didn't see them so I went to the co-op book store and got my physics text book (which weighed about 342.7 kilos). I saw Mitchell Barker playing chess in a speed chess tournament so I watched that for a bit to burn some time and then at about ten to the hour I went back to the education building. I stood there waiting but no sign of them, little did I know that there was another exit. Lucky for me at the corner of my eye I saw Claire's bright pink top so I ran up and then we walked to Redfern (Julian joined us from the co-op bookstore). At Redfern Sarah and Julian departed to some other line and Claire and I went to the blue line. On the train ride home I managed to get an idea of mine on paper and gave it to Claire just before I left. It was a rather amusing, educational and "cute" paper called "the science of a kiss"....you can ask me about it whenever. If I can be bothered I might add something of similar style to my page in a weekly thing but I'm still undecided. Once again I sadly had to depart her company and I walked home where I did pretty much the same stuff as the day before except that I went bowling as well. Bowling was good; I got through some maths that I took (yeh I know, I'm a nerd), I bowled a 158 (not so good), 200 (getting better) and a 227 (which is really good but what made it extra special was that I was at 77 at the fifth frame but then 'bagged out' [got all strikes from then] which left me with 7 strikes in a row and I nice 227 game).

Today began with me extra tired because I didn't get home from bowling until 11:30 but I started with maths lecture, chemistry lecture, maths tutorial. Then I had a three hour break but I luckily ran into Alice who shared my educational void so we went to the cubby and played pool versus the Layden brothers (we lost) then we met up with Sarah and went to Manning house (so they could have a 'drink') and so we could catch up and then watch Theatre Sports. Sarah left before its beginning, but then Liang came and Alex (from Danebank) showed up....I even saw Brigit (Alice's sister) apparently when she should have been in a lecture. Theatre sports was very entertaining, more so then the physics lecture that followed but physics was alright. After Physics I walked around with Michael West and then after making my way to the footbridge, I called Alix and she decided to come to where I was, right in the centre of the quad. So I didn't move (except for when the wind made me lose my balance) and then Alix and Julian appeared and I dissapeared from the quad like a fart in the wind (stole that quote from Shawshank Redemption). We walked to the co-op bookstore but there was nothing worth buying so aimlessly and empty-handedly we worked around until we reached this theatre where Jules and Alix had a lecture. While they were in there I went and sat under a tree and just thought to myself...I started writing but it was a rather boring and stupid topic so I stopped and went back to my thinking. It was like I was sitting under my own personal 'bodi' tree and was soon going to reach enlightenment but just before it happened I had to get up and meet Alix and Jules at the front of their theatre like I said I would (because as I always say "what hath a man if not his word"). Long story short we walked to Redfern, Alix went Bondi, Jules and I went Hurstville, I walked home, ate dinner, now im hear writing.

Ok so it wasnt as short as I had hoped but what are you going to do. I'll talk to yoall later.

Later days
Phillip

Ahh, the end of another gruuuuueling day

2005-03-07T20:00:00.001-08:00

The name of this entry is actually a quote taken from "Brain Donors", a great movie that I will have to show you sometime.

Today was the first day of the rest of my life. Well actually today is Monday and I only started uni but it was a nice start to this entry. Today began like most of my uni days this semester will, with me getting up at 6am (yes before that lazy ass sun). I jumped into the shower (figuratively speaking of course, only stupid people would jump into the shower [and im not stupid]), woke up a bit, had my weet-bix and some peaches and a small piece of fetta for breakfast and then got my bag and was about to go to the car when I remembered to....get Mum to take a photo of me on my first day of uni. Then I went down to the car (Dad's car because he drove me in :), I did feel spoilt...well spoilt and tired). After about 30 minutes in the car with WSFM on (I don't mind it) I seriously only heard a couple of songs but I heard the same news headlines a thousand times. Then as soon as I reclined my seat to re-enter the world of dreams, Dad informed me that we were outside the uni and I had to get out, out into the freezing cold with the sunlight stuggling to melt the stalactites off my nose. I eventually waddled my way to Wallace theatre where I stood outside thawing after which I entered the hallowed hall essentially waving goodbye to the happy days that had now seemed like a distant memory (wow, go my really well writedness).

The maths lecture was alright but we had a pure mathematician that kept on proving things that I had always thought of as way too trivial or just assumed was true. We did do some work on vectors but nothing really new...I'll stop myself saying that it was easy or else my might get totally owned tomorrow and look foolish.

Our hour of maths ended and me and some fellars (I like that pronunciation more) I know snaked our way through the University's walkways until reaching Manning where we complained about our timetables or how boring that lecture was. I took this opportunity to depart and claim my new (not really improved) timetable. Now that I had changed some subjects I had a clash but that was all fixed up however I now have a four hour gap in the middle of Wednesday. Thats alright though maybe I'll do some work or hone my pool skills or just see friends, maybe even a certain special someone ;). I left the Madsen building and behold, some more people I know were standing around because they too had a three hour break like me. We went up to 'the cubby' and played some pool (which was free due to my keen eye for coupons in our diary). I did some damage to my delicate and priceless piano fingers when taking my shot I hit them on the table on the way through which made three of my fingers bleed (go my honesty, I had made up a story about a crazy, huge UNSW guy coming in and making trouble but I was feeling honest).

OK so our free pool time expired and those guys were going one way and I went another to go and purchase my maths lecture notes from some copy store on Mountain street. I took the long way, walking all the way around the uni but it was a pleasant and serene walk so I didn't mind, I had all the time in the world. I added another kilo to may all ready overcrowded bag and strolled back to uni, eating the dolmathes I made the day before on the way. I decided to make my way to the civil engineering building where my next lecture was. On the way I peered into the Wentworth building's games room and saw some crazy guys on the DDR machine, they were absolutely insane. When they finished I heard one guy talking to his friend about the mistakes the insane guys made and used what I believe is DDR terminology like the 'double step'. In another case on how popular I am, I was walking towards the exit when to of my old 'bowling buddies' walk past and whilst talking to them, Emmanuel does that same thing and whilst talking to those three, Kieran walks past and he joined our conversation. But eventually we had to scramble and Kieran and I were walking towards our next destinations (Seymour Centre for him, Civil engineering building for me) when we see Ivan walk past so we spoke briefly to him. Then when we were crossing the lawn outside Wentworth we ran into Jenny, Sindu and their other StGeorge Girls friends.

All that socialising took it out on me because in my next lecture I couldn't keep my eyes open. Even in the dimly lit room with padded seats and a guy giving a rivetting speach about labratory safety procedures I still manage to keep nodding off. I was doing those ones where you lean on your hand but when you fall asleep your head falls off...this falling motion wakes you back up only to let you do it all over again. Finally this torture was over and then it was advanced physics time, on pretty much the opposite side of the uni.

I wouldn't say that I ran, or jogged for that matter, it was more a brisk walk when at the corner of my eye I see a flailing arm belonging to Andrew Antonelli (who's 18th I attended on the weekend). We gave a very brief "how are you" and "how's your first day" when I told him I needed to go and continue my trek to Slade Theatre. Something I worked out when I was entering the building is that the Physics faculty must be sadistic. The people infront of me held the door open as I began walking through, I didn't have a free hand as i had my bag in one and diary in the other. Then the people released the doors and they closed really really ridicilously fast. I was forced to block them with my forearms, and it hit me....pretty hard. Battered (not like a fish) and bruised I entered my physics lecture and behold...Andrew and Brett Layden (bowling people) and Ben Itzstein (one of Pat's friends who I've met a few times) were there. So I sat and watched the lecture, occasionally taking notes. One high point came when we worked out this thing mathematically then using this target and a projectile (a little more complicated then that) the lecturer showed that it worked in the real world...GO PHYSICS.

Unfortunately the curtain fell on that lecture so back across the campus I went to the PNR building (engineering area) but not before seeing Michael West outside the Slade Theatre as he had his next lecture there. I remembered on my way to PNR that I needed a book of labratory notes that could only be gotten from the copy centre. The line was stretched back so far that I was really far away from the place. It moved slowly, so slowly that this snail stuck it's tongue out at me as it wriggled past. The pace did however give me a chance to see the fine sports clothing range on offer...maybe if I join a sports team I'll get something. Anyways so I got my $3.50 book and raced to my lab thing which was really just boring group work where we were answering questions and unfortunately this was the one thing all day where I didn't know anyone so I was just sent to a group. The work was both boring and infuriating when we got to some of the chemistry questions where I do believe the answers are just completely arbitrary numbers chosen by the Professors playing darts.

My day did come to an end, at 5pm but I am sooo lucky that I got these chemistry questions that count towards my assesment mark due tomorrow :D. On the way to Redfern station I was talking to Sheahan and Jordan...it did involve some complaining that I was doing twice as many hours as those guys but we also talked about amusing lectures and lecturers which kinda reminds you what uni is about...getting together with friends and enjoying yourself. Sheahan and I caught the same train and we talked about our various musical endeavours and possible part time jobs, which leads me into what happened when I got to Hurstville station.

I called mum back because she said she was at Coffee Club. I went there and had to organise a time for me to go the next day so the boss could "see what I can do" (I forgot to tell him that there are only 365 days in a year). I'll be so happy if I get this job, it could be the start or really continuance of an enjoyable career. I'll keep you posted.

Well that pretty much brings you up to date with whats doin' in my life. By now you have probably received large amounts of radiation by sitting infront of the computer for so long, and don't be surprised when you look in the mirror and you have square eyes...don't say I didn't warn you because I already know that. I think I'll leave you with a great quote then none other than my sister when she was talking to me "...we could be like twins...".

Later days
Phillip

The weekend that was

2005-03-07T19:30:00.000-08:00

The weekend was tres enjoyable, well most of it anyway. Saturday, day was pretty boring, just did my usual at home stuff i.e. tv, piano, computer. Things picked up at night time though. I got a phonecall from Claire, which is always enjoyable but I was practically ripped off the phone when my mum wanted me to have a shower before going to an 18th. Yes, thats right, I have friends :). Well actually I saw Andrew at uni on Friday and he invited me to his 18th. And it was good...I saw some of the people from "coffee club" (if you want to hear the story you can ask me) whom I haven't seen since the regular school's Christmas holidays. Kipa's soccer team was there as well and I've met those guys before so that was good and my cousin James was djing, so I talked to him a bit. So yeh, my night (and early morning) was good, I got some photos with my friends...ahh good times. But I think that good ol' Shamil would have had a better time on Saturday night as I assume he was 'out to party' at a certain party in the city ;) (sorry Shaz but once again, had to be done)

Sunday was good as well. I woke up relatively early, 9 and upon leaving my room I saw my grandmother (who slept over) making dolmathes (stuffed vine leaves). So I seized the moment and got her to teach me the Ancient Kasso recipe, well maybe not ancient but definately awesome. After becoming the next Aristos Pat and I were off to go watch Kipa's soccer team play soccer (duh).

We eventually made it to the right park (they changed the venue, I didn't make a mistake). The two games were good, there were some great goals like the one that slowly rolled through Nick's legs and into the goal. The second game ended with one of Nick's comrades dislocating his shoulder but it turned out alright because the ambulance came and took him away, then we went to KFC. I will now pose you a question, what is the best type of KFC??? The answer is free KFC, the KFC that Shamil, Shoolman and I enjoyed due to having a friend in the right place at the right time. We sealed our doom after filling our arteries with deliciously bad grease and I left the humble eatery.

When I finished my perilous journey home I decided to use the home gym (which dad and I put back up on Friday night) to begin my road to Herculeanness (not a long road, I know). I was surprised to know that my legs still have muscle on them and that they still have some tone. My weekend ended with me getting everything ready for uni, reading the guiness records magazine from the daily telegraph, reading a bit of the bible and laying in bed thinking about really random things like how awesome I'd be as a professional wrestler.

And that was my weekend. Not bad but not quite up to the standard of those seen in Disney's, The Weekenders.....oh well, there's always next week.

Later days
Phillip

5...4...3...2...1...blast off!!!!!!!!

2005-03-04T20:00:00.000-08:00

The countdown has begun, until these glorious holidays, arguably the best time of my life come to an end. O-week is like the last rights for the holidays but then again it is also much like a bar mitzvah in that this is the next step into the scary world of adulthood.

Yesterday was interesting to say the least. I went to uni but it wasn't very productive. There was a bizarre mix of emotions yesterday for reasons which will not be disclosed. After uni I came home and just played the piano for a very long time and then spent the rest of the night reclined on the couch watching my usual thursday night entertainment; Lost, Amazing Race and Stargate.

Today was as productive as, ummmmm, something really productive. I went to uni and got my timetable. I then went to the engineering faculty welcome which included a talk from none other than his royal geniusness, Dr Karl. After the welcome was a free engineering bbq (and no we weren't just standing around thinking about how we could improve the design of the barbie or calculating the heat generated from said barbie). Actually speaking of barbie's Dr Karl was wearing a pink shirt with the barbie (the doll) logo generously spread over the fabric. His wife to be apparently made it from curtain fabric. Anyways back to me. I joined the "Women in Engineering Society" because I could and because it was only $2 and seeing as though they have a lunch next Thursday I reap returns from my investment very quickly. During this time I also met Dr Karl. We talked a bit, it was quite amusing because whilst in the middle of a sentence he'd go "ooh" and grab another sausage off the barbecue.

Following lunch, Michael West, Andrew Bevan and I walked aimlessley around the uni whilst discussing such deep topics like funny sounding words and ridicilous words you can use in scrabble.

Next for me was a flexible first year engineering speech from Associate Professor Jin. I found it quite helpful because I now realised that my subjects didn't fulfil the requirements of my course. I then spent the next half an hour getting the appropriate form and after some discussion with Ass. Prof. Jin (hehe ass) I ended up having my year planned. For those of you who are curious and those who aren't, my year will be filled with the joys of chemistry, advanced physics, advanced maths and various engineering stuff (lucky we have a mid-semester break in a few weeks).

Throughout the day I saw some people I haven't seen in a while, and I found out that I'll be in the same lectures and tutorials as the guys from my graduating class. I also saw a friend who invited me to his 18th tomorrow :). I'm feeling rather popular.

Thats pretty much it for now. I'll leave you with an invaluble piece of wisdom from Groucho Marx "A black cat crossing your path signifies that the animal is going somewhere."

Later days
Phillip

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times

2005-03-02T20:00:00.000-08:00

Yesterday was the start of my new job as dairy nightfill at Coles, Ramsgate. It was soooooo boring, I think that after half an hour my brain just packed up and left. Oh well, it's an income I guess, something to sustain my somewhat limited social life (as I'm not yet 18). Although I am now of the employed, I will still keep my eyes out for something better, maybe a job in one of the cafes in Hurstville and get back to my "roots". At least that way I'll be able to talk to people while I work and do something a little bit more interesting than stocking shelves.

Today was the first day of Sydney Uni's deceivingly named O-week (which goes for only three days). Claire couldn't make it :( but I went with Alix, which was funny. I saw some of 'the boys' throughout the day and joined some clubs although not as many as I wanted. Alix and I arrived at Sydney Uni and upon walking through the gates we saw two people in sumo wrestling costumes, doing what sumo wrestlers do. I was very eager to have a go, but Alix was a wowser and didn't want to do it (oh well there's always tomorrow). We kinda wandered aimlessly for a while before I saw the S.U.G.S (Sydney University Greek Society) tent. I went over and said hello to my cousin's, cousin, who was the president last year and he got me signed up. Unfortunately while I was signing up, the Greek people were snubbing Alix which sucks and is definately frowned on by yours truly.

For a little while after this Alix and I walked around joining stuff. I joined the engineering thing and Alix joined 5 groups (what a socialite). While walking around, to protect myself from being asked to join more groups, I used Alix as a human shield by walking behind her. We met Alix's friends Josh and someone else who's name escapes me. This new and improved group walked around a bit whilst I directed them to their desired places. I stopped every now and then to get some more candy from the various places with candy and to laugh at Alix who kept tripping over.

The whole day was very fun and enjoyable, in stark contrast with the horror which was last night. Tomorrow has potential to be ridicilously good with (if all goes to plan) me joining the inner child society, fixing up the "clashes" on my timetable and becoming a member of the ultimate frisbee team. If I'm lucky I may also have some good company.

Anyways later days loyal readers, remember to watch this space.
Phillip