Well today I had my final presentation for a group report which has been about 2 months in the making. Despite having to go the extra effort and dressing up (and not in a fun, camp/kitschy way), but it went really really well, and it was a relief to get it all out the way with. Also it marks the end of what really has been a very fun group to work with. Although it started on the wrong foot when I made a joke about Islam, (not knowing the other normal looking caucasian was a muslim), we really enjoyed each other's company, which is a nice change from the work oriented or asshole/bitch groups I normally get. When people finally call me an attention whore you know things are going great :P
Its two weeks until my first exam, which unfortunately is my most important one, so don't expect too many big updates after this for abit, so I guess I'll make this count. Besides uni I've just been hanging around with the guys, doing what guys do, which really means having a huge amount of fun drinking, talking shit, and gettin up to mischief. Most of the guys went out drinking on Saturday, and asides from the noticeable absence of Dan and Shaun (Cor had a 21st, he's excused), we had a huge blast, drinking a lot of beer and acting like total dickheads under the influence of alcohol, which is always fun no matter what you are or where you're from. The highlight of the night was when Pete and I were walking- nay,
stumbling around our suburb when we came across some construction work near the Freeway?? I can't remember where exactly, but what I
do remember is that we stumbled upon a little pond in the making, already half filled with rainwater. Fancying ourselves explorers, like this country's hardy forefathers, we chose to name it Jason Pond (I know I know,but we were
drunk...the name still stands regardless) exercising the ancient laws, of the right of
dibs. After gazing that which we had made ours, we began looking for something to mark this pond as ours, and to utter the words of Horace,
Exegi monumentum aere perennius. As we searched around our newfound pond, we saw what possibly changed our lives
forever, for in front of our eyes we spied a treasure trove in the form of stacked signposts, what must have been 15 or 20 of them, of all types. The feelings of joy, greed, and wonder
coursed through us, feelings that only an esteemed few such as Horward Carter must have felt, gazing at the tomb of the boy king Tutankhamun so many years before. Our eyes bright and feverish, our speech quick with excitement, we rushed back to Pete's house, grabbing what tools we needed to commit our acts of thievery from the State before returning to pick out which signs we wanted, like an indigenous Australian in a liquor store with a new cheque from Centrelink. Unfortunately, we could only unscrew one of them, so we decided to take that and a
whole other signpost to work on in our leisure, lugging both back to Peter's house (using the most roundabout way known to man), before going back home and collapsing in my bed at close to 6am in the morning.
Raver culture. I went to God's Kitchen a couple weeks back with Dan and his housemates, and as I've said before, it was a huge blast. First time I've ever been, really had a lot of fun, even if I personally think all dance music sounds the same, but I'm assuming ex was a big reason for that. Anyway, being part of a rave means being immersed in raver culture, and for what short night I was one of the normal ones surrounded by drugged up attention whores with their neon lights and their terrible fashion sense. There's also the weird eccentricities while everyone was high, such as the whirling technofans in the each other's faces (which I personally found annoying), the head and back massages, and the urge to suck or chew on something. This is while sweaty bare chested men are rubbing themselves against me walking past in the press, the homosexuals looking at other men like meat in a butcher's store and girls kissing other girls. Definitely something you have to experience at least once in your life, my pathetically short description does it no justice. You like, have to be
there man.
Girls kissing girls. Thanks to Jess I have a flimsy excuse to comment upon this subject, so I'm not one to pass this up :P. It is without doubt that if you are a guy, you'd be sitting up on your seat right now, desperately skimming through my words for osme vivid and hopefully erotic description of girl/girl kisses. If you're a girl,
stop rolling your eyes. Anyway, there something incredibly special about girl/girl kisses. It has that
unique quality about it that does not exist with guy/guy kisses. Of course I'm biased about boy/boy because I'm a heterosexual (despite many claims otherwise), but from all accounts girls don't actually find it hot either, reinforcing the notion that man on man is best left to those who partake in the ass penetration scene. Girl/girl kissing has many positive, some could say
miraculous properties that people shouldn't dismiss it straight away. Let me describe to those who were born the fairer gender what happens when two (preferably hot) girls start kissing. The guy closest to them notices it, and tells his friends. His friends start turning around, craning their necks for a glimpse. News of the kissing spreads outward from the centre where the kissing is happening, like the aftermath of a dropped stone in a still pond, and all the men begin to stare. Suddenly strangers I've never met before in my life are patting me on the back, while men all around me are grinning at one another like stupid idiots, some capturing the moment with cameras and phones if possible. For several,
glorious happy minutes, all men are
united as one. Then the kissing stops. Men all around turn away, reluctantly, back to their drab lives, some snapping out of a trance like state visibly. If the pair of girls are exceptionally hot, men are known to weep openly, praising the gods for the sight that was bestowed upon them, and cursing with their same breath those very same gods, knowing their eyes would never see such beauty again, while the beauty of everything else are now misshapen crimes against nature in their eyes. What's that? Over the top? If it were only
so ladies. That's what happens when two girls kiss, its
fact. You just haven't noticed it because you're too busy rolling your eyes and lamenting the stupidity of men. What I'm trying to say is,
world peace is only one massive lesbian kiss session away.
World Peace. Think of the possibilities. Wars lasting decades would stop with one well placed girl/girl pair, as men of both sides drop their weapons and embrace each other to witness the joyous sight before them. No matter what name you call God, or by what language, in the end its just two girls, kissing each other, lost in the moment of sweet lesbian bliss, that transcends race, religion, language and culture. When Kipling wrote "OH East is East, and West is West, and never the twain shall meet" in the
Ballad of East and West, he clearly forgot about the joys of lesbian kissing. So I urge everyone to spread the word, and to encourage girls of
all race,
all culture and
all religion, to embrace each other, and kiss,
kiss to save our world from war,
kiss for little Billy Thompson, in the Marines stuck in faraway Iraq fighting for a cause he doesn't believe in, and
kiss for John, recently laid off his minimum wage job with a wife and four kids to feed.
Kiss to save men from each other.
Kiss...for me.
You know, people always make fun of my surname, ever since I came here to this country where caucasians feel compelled to make a mockery of a proud family lineage, just because it means something stupid in their language. No matter where I go, there's always
someone who finds my surname uproariously funny, even if anything he has to say about it has already been covered by every other person who have had the opportunity to hear my name. Of course I'm talking pretty much solely about guys, because deep down, you're not a man unless you can be an asshole about
something, to
someone. It's a ridiculous surname I admit, especially since my actual surname is something a lot better, and I feel sorry for whichever woman and/or child will bear the surname because of me. I would never change it of course, because there is a reason why my surname is Hoon, and also since it was the name I was born with, it's the name I'll die with. My mandarin name is
Ying Chang Cheng (the english spelling is off from the actual sound).
Ying is my family name, and in mandarin it actually means
Cloud. Isn't that a beautiful surname? I think so. However, my family's origins are from Hainan, an island just off the coast of China, and in the Hainanese dialect (the local language, though most if not all also speak Mandarin) the closest translation of my family name to english is, you guessed it, Hoon. Just a fun fact about me, and also if anyone makes fun of my name, you can actually tell them why my surname is what it is. Not that it'll matter. Chances are, the guy who thinks its funny is a dick anyway.
Anyone watch tv? I guess that's a stupid question, its the opiate of the masses that Marx couldn't even
dream of in his most fevered nightmares. Despite the fact that I rarely watch tv, lately theres been quite a few shows that are actually worth watching, a nice change from the normal mediocre programming of free to air television. Arrested Development, House, Studio Ghibli on SBS, Glass House and a couple others. Plus I've started downloading the OC season 3, i have the first ep already, although I havent started watching it (maybe after I post this). WHy is it always when I have something to do when something good comes along? Gah. Itsn't it a pity we're not living back in the days when tv
sucked? :P
Wow that was pretty long, so I'll leave it. Thats like 2 weeks of content right there. Store up all the joy that is my writing and
savour it, like a squirrel with his nuts (heh heh), or a camel and his water. I'll still post any funny links/articles I find of course, never you fret, but you probably won't hear from me for abit.
Jason
P.S conversation excerpt between Cor and I (referring to photo of family below)
10/19/2005 7:36:22 PM Icestorm man ur family is fucking huge
10/19/2005 7:36:46 PM jaseypoo! I'm Back you dont know the half of it
10/19/2005 7:36:55 PM jaseypoo! I'm Back thats just most of the ones related by blood
10/19/2005 7:37:06 PM Icestorm OMG i see cute girls !!!
10/19/2005 7:37:14 PM Icestorm Neeeed introductions !!!
10/19/2005 7:37:16 PM jaseypoo! I'm Back sif hwere
10/19/2005 7:37:26 PM Icestorm in the photo
10/19/2005 7:37:42 PM jaseypoo! I'm Back which one?
10/19/2005 7:38:08 PM Icestorm 2nd row from bottom, far right, girl in teal top with white jacket
10/19/2005 7:38:39 PM jaseypoo! I'm Back rofl
10/19/2005 7:38:42 PM jaseypoo! I'm Back she's 14
lolol
