Best of You...

the song just keeps singing in my head... "the bes... the bess... the bessst of youuuu!!!!" since the day my brother introduced the song to me. not having a radio just cripples my updated music info. well apparently its THE most popular song now, i hear the song playing everywhere i go... in the music shops, allen's music shop i heard one of the staff singing the tune, pass the construction site i hear them workers playing it on the stereo, on the street people humming the tune, my laptop, and from my very own mouth. everytime i hear it... i feel like bursting out to sing along. but i cant, its indecent, not a conservative asian thing. dave grohl is a real genius, genius to the bone. just like my funny bone, which compliments my awesome humour. okay... that was pretty redundant. goes well with my L-bone... okay... another irrelevant remark.

Anyway, i've settled my subject controversy, decided to opt out from the philip goad seminar and sign up for multicultural/ postcolonial studies. by doing this, i end up with only one off weekday, instead of my previous 2 days off. atleast i get wednesday off, which is a good mid-week break for my "heavy" schedule.

i actually had something to blog about but its totally slipped out from my mind.
but regarding the new spencer st station [pic], i realise theres a meaningful reason on why its built it that undulating manner. finally the building has meaning, well sort of lar. what is it with aussies and undulating ceilings.

last words... FOO FIGHTERS kicks arse.

first day... of misery

first day of uni was a ludacris hazard. went to my first design lecture gathering to choose my design subject, and it was horrible! the timetable i downloaded from the net was totally irrelevant to this semesters studio classes. apparantly the one on the net was not updated and it was still last years timetable, which caused me to rethink my schedule all over again, causing subject clashes. and i wasnt at all remotely interested in any of the design projects offered. and because of my timetable clash, i had limited choice out of the 15 studios. we were asked to write down our 5 top preference, but i could only write down 3, cause those 3 were the only available slots for me. then again i couldnt be bothered of the projects, and ironically ended up with a Bauhaus project (my last sem's project was a bauhaus project, and i distinctly reminded myself not to fall into another german bomb shelter). fate has its paradox.
then after the selection i went for my next class, which apparently turn out to be a masters standard history sub. its terrible!! the subject itself is interesting, but the workload is crazy, especially for a guy who is beginning to drift away in his mental realm.a thesis paper in one semester!? i might as well just camp at the faculty building, besides since we do have an allocated studio space for our own, i might as well just do that... :-( i better reconsider taking up that subject, really hope theres space for the sculpture workshop.
later that, i realized that now there is another problem. another time table clash... again!!

okay, im not complaining...

Fat and Lazy...

Manji, originally uploaded by jQk.

been checking out this new comic- Blade of the immortal. its a pretty good manga. one of the best graphics ive ever seen (i still have no idea why ppl go gaga over Naruto, i personally think it sucks). the pencil rendering/ sketching is superb, has got that sort of edgy rough touch to it.
the story line aint to cliche as well. the action and killing is so unpredictable. aint like the sorts like samurai x, new macross, dragonball GT... etc, where characters rarely or never meet their doom. this is definitely in my list of best manga graphics and story... along with dragonball Z, SlamDunk. i think the drawings surpases the other previous 2.
apparently it won the Will Eisner comic industry award and the Media Arts Award. i think slamdunk won the media arts award before.
oki the storyline is basically where the men are slaughtered and the women raped. but the rest of it is pretty interesting.
cant wait to find out who the Mugai-Ryu assasins really are. exciting.
and i to think that good comics would never exists nowadays.

Blade of the Immortal...

holidays are almost up. only 4 days to go before school starts, and that reminds me to make sure i be at uni on friday.
i've just sent out an application to one architecture firm located at St. Kilda. not putting high hopes on it, just pushing my luck on everything that comes by now. having said that, i wonder if there would be anymore jobs coming along when the sem starts.
a friend of mine called me 2 days ago, asking me if i've got a spare bed for him in august. i'm not very keen on this guy coming, being the precedent incident last year when he came to stay at my place (slept in the same room as me), had a hard time aiming for the toilet bowl... which he got it 6 inches shy of the target (aint got enough pressure or strength in the morning maybe). and he's got serious body odour, that can get to you from a mile away. and his specialty is chatting... loves to talk about practically everything that mostly have to do with him. hmmm... i asked him to check out other options first, but he seems to try and lead everything back to my crib. heck, i'll just have to tell him that my taiwanese housemate is a racist, and he's colored blind. oops.
speaking of taiwanese housemate, im suspecting now that he smokes in my toilet while he poos. clues? the bathroom window is wide open, my toilet roll thickness is decreasing, and my towel smells of tobacco, oh! and there shit remnants in the bowl... which doesnt look like mine (mines dark chocolate)... ooookay no one really needed to know that. but damn its irritating, it was much better when he was gone, or before he went back.
next thing to worry. July camp. am really uninterested in going, far away... for a fee. i would had no doubt in moving my ass miles away if it was paid for. sucks being a cell leader... "duty calls" or maybe not. i think maybe i shouldnt be there, let them cell members of mine move with them own 2 feet and not cling on each other, get to know them other hipo peeps. whoa, im convincing myself that this IS going to be my last semester there. nomore hanging out there after that.
hmmm but i cant move to parkville. found out that the Mak's son goes there... spineless prick. anyway!

oh. the whole household is here...

Howl's moving castle...

Chadstone ain't as big as it is said to be. but maybe the arena ain't big enough to conquer if you haven't got the dough to venture. however, i really love the glass dome that spreads across the ceiling, using the sky as a ceiling feature/ daylighting, it reminded me of the crystal palace.

pls check out my photo album. just posted up some food photos. yum.

we decided to have tea before we headed back to the city from Chadstone. and i had mars bar cake with a mochacino... the slice was huge! as big a slice as the one they offer at Westin. i had been eyeing on the cake since we passed by the cafe several times as we try to find our way around. all day long i was thinking of the cake, wondering when i be able to eat it. it wasnt as great as i'd expected, but still the slice portion was enormous, it lasted me all the way till 10pm.

after conquering Chadstone, we realize that we were way ahead of schedule, and decided to visit the Casino at Crown. we strolled around the Casino observing all the poker faces giving their best luck. then we were offered 10 dollars each for gambling for free. excited we were. so we agreed that we should use the voucher to win our dinner meal. we walked around all the black jack tables trying to find the right dealer that we think would make our money's worth. we decided on this asian lady, heck! we had nothing to lose anyway. 10 dollars... dissapeared right in front of our noses in less than 50 seconds... how humiliating it was. thought we would stand a chance, thinking luck would be on side for our first try. not only did we lose the money, we did it in 5 cards... 25 points... greedy idiots. should had taken our chances when we were at 15.
suckers.

Today...

today. jm has left back to singapore once again. so now its juts me and paul... ebony and ivory... lala. it was interestingly enough, pretty exciting. we were supposed to go down to smith street to check out the nike warehouse, but by the time we were ready to set our journey out from the house, it was already too late to begin. but there were always other activities to do. for instance... poaching tennis balls at melbourne park. we manage to collect 9 tennis balls at the show courts... thats about 3 tubes. scavanging around the place... i guess theres a reason why the bushes at the park are torny and prickly. but that didnt stop us for pulling out balls underneath the prickly bushes. dad would be proud of us... he would probably do the same as well if he was here.
we took quite awhile at melbourne park... since it supposed to be very historically important, oh says paul. after that we just bum around the city, and went supermarketting before we headed back, and got lucky too... managed to catch the city circle, even though it was after 6.
*okay im trying to persuade anton to come down melbourne.... hope this would work out*
and dinner... paul VOLUNTERED to cook pasta goreng... which he insist that his meatballs is worth challenging Jm's. anyway, i'll post them up once i got my food album going.
this reminds me... time to reload my calling card. the parents should be wondering by now, why hasnt their boys called.

Lazy saturday afternoon...

it has been awhile since i've log into my blog. paul is here in melbourne, and nothing pretty exciting has happened... 'cept visiting the uni, borrowing comic books, renting DVDs, watching Batman Begins (which happens to be a pretty good flick), and lazing around. the weather's been real cold, not a very good time to go out instead to stay at home keeping ourselves warm.
however, VBS was fun. the kids were a hazard. they really think they could get away with things using their cute-sy charms... well they managed to. they are like little flies flying around buzzing everywhere, never staying still in one place for more than 30 seconds. one moment here sitting on the floor and the next they're over at the other end stealing balloons from the game props bag. i would say, 80% of the kids at VBS were boys, and they are a real rowdy bunch, just makes u wish you could be able to tie them up somewhere just to keep them still. Crazy!! no longer am i gonna get myself involve in games anymore... maybe next time i'll be a kitchen helper. but the kids were pretty adorable, and i've learn to use all the fruits of the spirits all at once...

plans for tonight: Crown Casino

sam is handsome! says Paul