Seasons Greetings!

Merry Christmas to all. Hope you all got awesome presents. I got undies. Again.

LOL

Enjoy the season, don't party too hard. Drive responsibly and take care of yourselves yeah?

Until 2007, I'll talk to you guys soon.


Juan

'tis the season

I'm working eight days straight. It sucks. I do 8 to 9 hour days. It sucks. I serve hundreds and hundreds of people each day. It sucks. But I get money. That's good.

I have to pay bills. That sucks.

... fa la la la lah la lah la lah!

House update time! Sorry, I didn't do last weeks. But here's last and this weeks:

Week 2. Concrete

Week 3. The frame comes up.

few things here and there...

Just a little update about what's happening and stuff:

TRABAJO!

As per last entry, school's over. Now work has stepped up and has given me 40 hours of rostered work fo the next couple of weeks or so (!). I am not a full-time employee and am still receiving casual rates, so... CHA-CHING!!!! Money! Perfect! Just in time for the season. Funny thing, I'll be making WAY more money than the bosses. So sucked into them indeed.

However, being Christmas, and working in a videogame store we are bound to be inundated with a flood of people - ranging from snobby Hills parents with deep pockets, snotty spoilt little rich kids who get whatever they wish, geeks, everything. I'm prepared, BRING IT ON! *clicks fingers and moves head from left to right*

Finally...

Well the house as of last week has finally commenced construction. It's taken a while, but am glad it's happening. It's a step closer to getting out of this place! WOOTS! It's shit that it's starting now though, because the workers will be taking a large break from late December until mid January. But hey, what can you do?

I'll be visiting there on a weekly basis and be taking snapshots of it each week (if I'm not lazy) up until completion. So you can take the journey with me! lol that sounded way corny but yeah...

So, here is the house week ending 3/12/2006:

This is the end, my only friend, the end... *sniff*

my display!

Nathalia and her suggestive lollipop sucking (LOL, sorry Nat)

Kiss my ASS! (and leprechaun)

me trying to look cultured

Far out, my time as a design student is over, well almost. Tuesday marks my last day as a student over at Enmore Design Centre. It's been great, been a major bludge, but great. I didn't learn much, or actually I did, and that was:

* I HATE flash/actionscript and even HTML/CSS. Anything that requires the use of a brain, other than my creative side anyway.

* I LOVE video editing and static design (print, desktop publishing, that sort of stuff). But I LOVE making videos. Love it.

Tuesday also was the start of the graduate exhibition where all graduates show off their work for everyone to see - prospective employers, family, friends and so on and so forth. I had a look around at what other students were doing, and let me just say that I got a real bad case of little man syndrome. It seemed like all of the other classes works were just SO bloody good. All their portfolios were creatively done, their works were displayed so well, and the works themselves were bloody ace. Mine was okay, but I was just way too lazy to make something good.

Here's the thing, I reckon my collective work that I've done progressively throughout these two years have been pretty good. However, I did not even prepare a proper portfolio for display. Even the works in my portfolio was like, some of the shittier ones that I did throughout the year. I so could have done better. But yeah, I suck.

And it was so hard for me to hang around our room while people I didn't know browse through my stuff. People looking through my work, browsing my website, looking at my business card and then moving on to the next person. I just hoped to God that they loved my work.

But the past two years have been great, met some great new people, whom I now call great mates. I will miss that I won't get to see them as often. But we will still DEFINITELY all meet up again and again and again. They can't get away from me that easily.

And here's the end of that chapter...

I Do?

"All the single men to the front for the garter throw. Come on right up!!"

"Oh geez, here we go" I think to myself and proceeded to head up to the front along with another three (!) guys out of the whole congregation who attended my cousins wedding.

I line myself up in the back corner and think to myself "Do I really need this? Do I really need to get married in the first place?"

So up goes the garter straight up into the air and right into my general direction, all the while I'm thinking "Oh, shit. Oh, fuck no." Mind you, the person closest to me was about a good metre away. I didn't want it, and it seems like none of the other guys did too, and besides, I didn't want to smell fishy for the rest of the night. So I just let it drop, right next to my left shoe.

"You want it?" I asked the guy to my left. "It's yours if you want."

"Nah, mate. Take it." He replies

Got me thinking, is matrimony appropriate in this day in age? In an age where promiscuity seems to reign supreme, are marriages these days doomed to fail right from the get go? To me, marriage these days just seems to be a slight step above the BF/GF stage, only in that the partnership is legally bounded by law and "in the eyes of God". Perhaps I've seen quite a few marriages fail in my time, hence my view, but I'm pretty sure the same thought has come up for many of you all.

I find the whole notion of being 'bound' to someone for the rest of my life quite daunting. Imagine that, eternity, with someone. It might sound romantic for some, but really, bound to someone, for your whole life. No one else. Maybe it's a reflection of my nature, but I don't think I can do it.

I would just not like to put myself in a situation or position where I would limit myself to the one thing. Im an explorer, kinda like Captain Cook or something. Like, he didn't stop even when he found Australia, he wanted more, so he continued on with his journey to find more land. And along the way, he found kick-arse places like New Zealand and Hawaii. Okay, he got killed when he found Hawaii but still, he wouldn't have found it if he just stayed in one spot.

My point? Life is way too short to limit yourself to anything. Explore, live life and have (safe) fun along the way. Translate that in any which way you want.

Perhaps it's just the youth in me saying these things. And maybe it's because I haven't met anyone who's knocked me off my feet enough for me to want to spend the rest of my life with.

Who knows what will happen, but for now I'm pretty adamant with my particular view. The balls are now in your court to make me change my mind.

I like you, I like sex, it's nice!

Okay, I just got back from watching one of the most funniest films I've seen all year - if not, my whole life. Borat: Cultural Learnings of America for Make Benefit Glorious Nation of Kazakhstan has got to be one of the most cleverly created films that I've seen in a while. I don't want to give out much of the movie, but it basically tells of Borats travel around the United States in what was primarily a documentary for Kazakhstani television. He then goes out to find his 'true love' and with hilarious consequences.

Sacha Baron Cohen has got to be one of the most bravest men I have seen in my entire life. To put himself in such situations (that he gets into) in this film for me is just plain lunacy. Yet, he pulls it off like it's nothing. I guess playing a character helps, but still, crazy!

This film is not LOL funny, rather it is OMFG ROFL LMAO OMG AHHAHAHAAHA kekeke (^_^) funny. I found myself in tears quite a lot.

Watch it, dag nammit! Four and a half stars from me

****1/2

Identity Crisis

Okay, here's what happened. I was at the gym, just doing my thing when this native Maori NZ guy came up and had some random chit chat, which is fine. He then proceeds to ask me which island I was from, which kind of threw me off a bit. He meant what Pacific Island if you haven't realised and I proceeded to tell him I was of Filipino descent, which surprised him.

Now, seriously If I had a dollar every single time someone asked me that question, I'd be fairly rich. I've been mistaken as a Pacific Islander quite a few times it's quite funny. Fair enough, I don't look completely Filo but when I look into a mirror to me its quite evident - the Filipino in me, that is. What is it about me? is it my wide nose? My puffy lips? My thick build (despite my height - or lack thereof)? Do I look like I was from Once Were Warriors ?(LOL) I Dunno. My eyes are rather chinky, which isn't really a trait of an Islander so I dunno.

Yeah, Dunno. I might as well be one. Okay, from now on, my name is:

Alakakutau Furukuaoa Lakatuvilaka from Samoa

I have no fucking clue how to even pronounce that. LOL

Even more funnier if it actually means something in some Polynesian language.

Random Youtube

I love youtube, and I'm lucky to have a bunch of mates who direct me to a whole shitload of funny stuff. I'll start of with Darth Vader. Now, just for the record, I am absolutely NOT a Star Wars fan. I hate the damn thing. However, I found this incredibly hilarious. Great job with the editing.



And just for something completely stupid. Just watch this:



What. The. Effffff!? So wrong, but hilarious at the same time. Surely the man must be drunk.

My (new) Baby

Okay, I really have a bad habit of impulse buying. It seems that most of the time that I walk into a retail outlet, I end up getting something that I never really intended of purchasing in the first place.

It also seems, that from my last post that no one was offering to buy me anything from that list. So I decided to get me the first item on that list. Friends, I introduce to you my new baby...

checking out the site

Windows on a Mac? What The EFFF?!

the collection (and Hanauma Bay)

Okay, now I'm $3200 poorer. But buyers remorse hasn't hit me yet, but give it time. It's still the honeymoon phase so at the moment im just in a perpetual state of enamour.

I love this bloody thing, it's so nice... so shiny. It feels so good on my lap - the plastic/metal finish just feels so good, I just wanna rub it up and down my leg. LOL. It is by far the most (literally) coolest computer I've ever encountered. It's never scorchingly hot, it's just... warm. And whisper-quiet to boot too. Most importantly, it's incredibly powerful. I've thrown at it many apps, Adobe CS2, macromedia suite, final cut, after effects and it's just played them all like it was nothing. Amazing. Even weirder was Windows, it does windows better than my mums Win PC laptop.

Oh and I finally have some sort of broadband. It's through Unwired but it is rather shit, speeds are up and down and never consistent. But it will do, I guess. However, those bandwidth intensive porn downloads and sites would have to be sacrified for a little bit. Thank God I'm only in this house temporarily... Would hate to have to resort to fantasy. Need. Visual. Stimulation.

LOL

Anyways, it looks like it's all settled down over in my end. The house looks tidy enough for people to actually come visit and stuff so yeah. I'll post pics up as soon as my phone gets recharged. I'll be back soon...

Oh and LOL at this pic of my nephews. Gotta love Photobooth.

Jingle Bells...

Christmas is nearing, and I thought I'd give out a list of my top 5 "wanties" for Xmas in the hopes that the good people out there might give me a hand and well, buy it for me. LOL

In no particular order (ie, I want them all):



Apple Macbook Pro (Intel Core 2 Duo)
OMG I want one of these NOW. I love macs, am a huge mac boy. Mac OSX is just the perfect operating system to do anything. Easy to use and it's got everything you need to do. And if you still want to use windows, no problem simply dual boot using bootcamp. Windows on a Mac? Hell yeah! But who uses Windows anyway?



PlayStation 3
Most people who know me know that I'm a pretty big geek. And Fair enough, this thing isn't out in Australia and won't in until sometime next year. But it can always be imported from Japan and/or North America. And who doesn't want one of these babies? Next-gen gaming, blu-ray movies, bloody awesome. One of these under my tree would be way awesome, thanks



Sony Full Hi-Def Bravia LCD TV
*Drools* And what better way to play the new PS3 on then on this baby - and in MY ROOM. Full 1080p resolution ensures this thing is futureproof. What else can be better?



Panasonic AE-1000 Full Hi-Def LCD Projector
Probably one of these babies. Full Hi-Def images on a massive screen OMG *faints*

BROADBAND!!!
FFS this is probably the thing I want most now. I miss ADSL2 so much and I didn't know how much it had an impact on my life until it got taken off. Dial up is ancient and I feel like I get older with each little file that I download. 30 minutes for an mp3? eww.


As you can see I'm a rather expensive boy to maintain. I love my gadgets and gizmos and If I had my way, I'd just be like, rolling in gizmos...

So if anyone out there would like to buy these items for me, please do not hesitate to do so. I'll be your slave and I will do anything... ANYTHING...

What. The. EFFFFFFF!?!

I am fuming. I got an email from my ISP telling me that ADSL cannot be provided at this house due to "incompatible equipment". So apparently I am stuck with dial up for an extended period. Seriously, how would I be able to fricken stand that? How the fuck, in this day in age can someone NOT get either ADSL or Cable? It's just stupid. Pardon me for a second while I swear:

FuckinShitFuckFuckDickPeePeeCunts!

Not happy Jan.

It looks like I have to get unwired for the next six months or so. Picking up a modem soon. So all is not lost. But its only 512kb/s. eww.

Move Update

Okay, we've finally got everything located into the rental house. Thing is, I did not expect it to take as long as it did. It turns out we had way more stuff than we thought we did, and it made it an extremely difficult move. My mum even had a garage sale just before the move so that we wouldn't have to bring much stuff. It helped, but we still had a shitload of stuff to bring.

Now the rental house, I have to say was EXTREMELY dirty. I have no idea how the house came to such state, and how the previous tennant (or perhaps even the owner) allowed it to get to such state. The house is apparently only five years old, but judging from the amenities, walls, carpets, smell, everything, you would swear the house would be much older. There is literally a jungle growing out in the backyard, there is some writings and even holes on the wall. One thing that disturbed me the most was the amount of human hair there was in the carpet. It even clogged not one, but TWO of our vacuum cleaners. Gross. Yes, there was pubes in the bathroom even. Grosser.

But, my family are Kings (and Queens) of cleaning. I have to say we are one of the most anally retentive people on the planet. My parents make sure every nook and cranny is spotless. As such, we have since had the carpets steam cleaned, the walls scrubbed, bathrooms washed, kitchens touched up and is now looking rather spotless. On close inspection, there is not one pube in sight, except for mine. I know it's mine coz it's been clipped and therefore rather short ;-p hehehe

Oh, and I haven't got ADSL relocated to this house yet so I have to resort back to dial up in the mean time. Now, I haven't used dial up in years and let me just say that it is extremely painful to surf the net in such a way. It's horrible, pages take yonks to load up and you can't do multiple things at once. I can't wait to get it back, I'll post some pics up once the ADSL modem syncs up. Until then you have to make do with this entry.

We'll be movin' on up...

Okay, so it looks like we'll be moving out of our house by the end of the week. Friday/Saturday to be exact. I've got mixed feelings, a part of me is excited as it kinda feels like it's a mark of a new chapter in life. The other part is a little sad, sad in that I'm going to miss this current house terribly. It's a nice house - good size, (kinda) nice location, the Chinese takeaway is precisely 573 steps from my front door (LOL) and best part of all, people knew where this house is when I told them so. I'll be like, oh it's the white house on the corner and people will be like, Oh, yeah the Christmas house!!! LOL

I can't wait for the new house to be finished, but it would probably be April next year before we move in. But for now, we've rented a two storey house in... wait for it... WOODCROFT! LOL. Looks like its another couple of months or so left in this shithole LOL. But it's an okay house I guess, just as long as it had air conditioning then I'm fine with it.

I'm now in the process of dismantling everything, and I absolutely hate it. I hate packing things, I hate lifting things, I hate moving actually. If I had my way, I'd just hire slaves for the day. They can be my little meerkats. Or whatever animal that lift things... Dung beetles? Yeah, one of those...

Also worth noting is that my brother and his family (finally) moved out into their own place. I think they'll be just fine, but I'm gonna miss two little kids running around the house. I love my little nephews, I wish they were my own kids, they're so awesome. I'll miss my older nephew telling me I'm "Bis-kusting" (disgusting) or that he loves the colour green and loves to eat "Pas-ketti" (spaghetti). I'll miss the little younger one saying "uh-oh" when he's done something wrong or asking to play with the plastic balls upstairs and just generally squeezing his puny little fat cheeks. But LOL it's not like they're moving to another country, I'll still see them for most days every now and then. Still... awesome bunch of kids, they are.

I guess that makes me the man of the house now. My dad doesn't count... coz... he's... fat.

The Art of Camera Whoring

Okay, this art has been passed on to me by the wise Lucy and Ron. I felt it was my duty to teach the art to some fellow students. We had access to the photo studio today at class. All the lights, all the equipment - I just couldn't help myself.

Here are the results:








LOL I love the one where Jane and Marcus are giving eachother the high-five. LOL

To Do List

There's SO much things I wanna do in life, but I've realised that I've just left them there as dreams in my head. Well I say, enough is enough and so I've compiled a little 'To Do' list for everyone to see. So when you guys see me the next time, you can bother me about it, asking me if I've completed this and such. I've not put a time frame just yet, I guess I don't wanna pressure myself too much. However, being on this list means it must be done.

With that, we start with:

Going overseas for an extended period
Now, this is priority number one. I'm working on this right now, but I realised it's gonna take me a while to do. I'm actually gonna need to get a degree for this one, so I guess it's a work in progress. But yeah, extended period means anywhere from 6 months to 5 years - or even longer. Place? North America? Europe?

Have my own little studio apartment in the city
I guess this is in lieu with the one beforehand. It could be overseas or my own little one here in Sydney when I get back. C'mon who wants to live with their parents forever?

Travel, travel, travel FFS!
Hawaii? Check. Where next? Brazil, USA, Canada, Italy, Greece, Spain, UK, Japan, Thailand. Who wants to come with?

Kick-ass job
Okay, I've been studying for a while now. I would LOVE to have a job in the media field. I don't care, print, TV/Film. If I can have a job doing that - doing what I love to do then AWESOME. If I end up doing a 9-5 office job, suit, tie, behind a desk, behind a computer, number crunching, it would be horrible, horrible I tells ya!

Extra-curricular activities
Now, I've been extra lazy. I wanna be out there more, the gym is fine but there needs to be more. I want to: Take up singing lessons again, hip-hop dance, capoeira. Oh, and I NEED TO LEARN HOW TO SWIM FFS!

Be on a reality TV show
LOL this one's a bit out there, but omg how cool would it be? Australian Idol? Big Brother? Survivor? Dancing with the Stars AFTER I go on Idol and/or Big Bro?

Have a kid
Fuck the wife and life in the suburbs. Just let me pop the seed and keep the kid and head off. Easy. LOL

Now, this list is a work in progress. I will add on to it every now and then. Think of this list as v1.0.

Another year...*sigh*

Well here it is, October 18th. What does that mean? It means I'm another year older. That's right, it's my birthday. How depressing.

Dear Lordy, I'm 24. Twenty-four years, veinte cuatro años, zwanzig vier, vingt quatre ans, ni-juu-yon sai - however you say it, it means one thing - I'm on my way to becoming an old codger, and that, my friends is one scary thought.

What scares me even more is that within these twenty-four years, I don't feel like I've done ANYTHING profound, or anything that makes me say "you know what? I've done a lot, well done!". Instead, when I just think about what I've done, there's just silence. I'm pretty sure there's tumbleweed running around in my brain when I think too deep.

Actually, there are some things that I'm sort of proud of, but when I look at what the others have done within the same time frame, I cower. It always seems like the grass is always greener on the other side. But is it really?

Perhaps I am being a little austere, perhaps it's the type of people I hang around with? Maybe it's because my friends seem to be such high-hitters, high achievers, big dreamers? Should I try and hold myself up with such high regard? Or should I just go out and find me some new friends who are on the dole, live in a housing commission in Mt. Druitt and think that that's the best it can get? LOL maybe I should, that way it looks like I'll be the high-roller and I'll definitely feel good about that! LOL

LOL in all due seriousness though, life's been good to me. I've a great family, great bunch of mates, I'm in good health, I live right and that's all that matters in my opinion. Sure, it would have been great if I was anchored in a great career by now. But when I think about it, if I had established myself within a career, knowing me I would probably be bitching about work right now on this here blog. So I guess I have to be happy with what I have at the moment, and I am.

I wonder what my 24th year on this world will bring? A career? Love? A trip? Who knows. I'll take each day as it comes, and live each day like it's the last.

To everyone who greeted me today, thank you very much. It's very much appreciated. To those who didn't, may you all fuck off and DIE!!!!!!!!

LOL no just kidding, I love you all.

Let's get physical

I've started to really get into the gym again this week, after about two weeks of just going in and doing some pithy cardio workouts. It's almost summer so I'm thinking what better reason to get into shape. I mean, you don't wanna be going to the beach with a flabby belly or like, skinny arms and stuff. It's not gonna get you anywhere, if you know what I mean. At the moment, this is my aim:



I'm not there YET. Woah, I have biceps... LOL

Anyways, I went to the new Fitness First over at Norwest on Monday. Driving past it every now and then I was expecting a huge gym. I go in, and it's pretty small actually but it's got everything I need which is good I guess. I can see this gym getting extremely packed during busy times just like the Castle Hill gym so it's best to go in when it's not too busy.

I feel really intimidated everytime I go in though, especially while doing the free weights. It seems like all the muscleheads are lifting like, barbells and dumbells a million times the size of mine. I feel like doing my weights over at the silent end of the gym away from everyone, or next to the fat chick that does a smaller weight than I do. I'm pretty sure, in due time I'll be pulling them in like the big boys. One day.

I've ran out of protein shake too, and those things cost like a million bucks. Need to replenish my stock tomorrow I guess, there goes another $80.

A true Canadian Idol.

LOL! Is it even possible to have no control whatsoever?

Sold!

So our house has finally been sold, which obviously means that we have to move out soon. Our new house is not built yet, would probably take around 5 or so months before we move into that new house. In the meantime, it means we have to stay at some rental house while the other house is still being built.

I'm arguing with my mum at the moment because I want to rent a house that no one has lived in before. I don't want to be in a house that someone else has been in already, for me it just feels... what's the word... icky. It's like, I'll be staying at a room where someone has lived in before. What if there's like nits and pubes left by the previous tenant? Gross LOL. I know, I'm sounding just a little bit finicky but you know...

Am gonna miss this house here, I had some good times I guess. I graduated from High School in this house and well... that's pretty much it. Gonna miss it tho.

I'm gonna miss this view from my room, it kinda feels 'Hawaii-sy'. LOL

psychic?

Ever get the feeling that you may just be psychic? Like, you may for some reason just know what might happen in the near future? Little things. I know it sounds completely mental but just some little things just scare the shit out of me.

Yesterday morning, I was in the shower thinking to myself - wouldn't it be cool if I met someone else with the name Juan and I'd never had that particular thought before, I thought it was fairly weird to be thinking about stuff like that. Fair enough, I get to work and the first customer I served was this dude named Juan. We had a little conversation, about how so much people get our names wrong and had a little chuckle about the wrong pronounciations. Afterwards, I remembered having that thought that same morning. I thought, man... not again...

It happens with songs as well. Random songs that I may not have heard in ages just pop up in my head in the morning, like it just repeats and repeats in my head, sometimes waking me up even. And either a) someone ends up singing that song around me; or b) a coverband sings that song that same day/night; or c) it's the first song that pops up on the radio or just plays in the radio during the day. When I say random songs, I don't mean songs like S.O.S by Rihanna or something really mainstream. Think "Kokomo" by Beach Boys or "Rainbow Connection" by Kermit the Frog (!) or something.

Like I remember in Hawaii, I was in the lift to get to our room. I had "Baby Can I Hold You" by Tracy Chapman in my head nonstop. I just couldn't stop singing it period. We head out to Ala Moana Shopping Centre and they had a band playing somewhere and yup, they played that song. Out of all the songs, that was the one that was played. Weird.

Ooh, check this out. I drew this pic in illustrator a day before we went off to Hawaii. I then took the photo with Rons camera below a few days later whilst in Hawaii. Similarities? Yup. Coincidence? I don't think so...

*cue Twilight Zone music*
ooOOOooOOoooOOOOo

Buyers remorse?

See that shirt up there? It's one of the many vintage shirts that I got over at Hawaii courtesy of 88Tees (great shop btw). Now, I've come home and I can see that I've gotten myself into a little a dilemma - ALL, yes ALL of the shirts that I bought over there mentions "Hawaii" in some form or another. Okay at the time of purchase I was thinking to myself, wouldn't it be great to buy a shirt that has something about Hawaii on it? It would make a great souvenir. Now I come home and when I put on I look like a walking advertisement for the bloody place and I should probably be paid by their Board of Tourism.

Real situation - I meet my friends one day with my Honolulu T-Shirt on, all have a bit of a chuckle with them saying "oh, looks like you bought the shirt over there, looks cool". Second day, I've got a shirt that simply just says "Hawaii" on the front (and it's not the one on that photo LOL) my friends laugh "geez another Hawaii shirt, good one". Day three, I've put on the shirt in the photo, meet my friends who look at my shirt and say " OKAY, for fucks sake you went to Hawaii!!". Shutdown, I was. Worst part of it all, there's still about three or four shirts they haven't seen yet. Yes, it says 'Hawaii' on nearly all of them. Sigh.

And no Ron, that does not mean you can have the shirt. LOL

Day Eight: where'd Saturday go?

Satdy morn, and it was time to finally leave our little beautiful island. Our bags are packed and we head off down to the lobby to wait for our taxis. Instead of having a limo like last time, this time we had two taragos and obviously we had to split the group into two. I ended up riding with Ate Rina and Tita Au. All the way to the airport, the music playing was absolutely, 100% Hawaiian as Hawaiian can get - think the theme song to Hawaii Five-O. If I were to sing it, it would sound kinda like this -

"tanga tanga tanga tanga doom doom tak tak doom dom tak tak..."

Okay, it probably doesn't work when you read it but if you've got the Hawaii Five-O theme song then you've got it spot on already. Anyway, it was way cool.

So we get to the airport and of course, security was tough. I always hate going through security gates and scanners because I always feel like I've done something wrong. So I'm always usually extremely nervous, I mean I watch border security for fucks sakes, I know what they do, and I seem to know the little gizmos they use and how good they actually are. All the while, I'm thinking whether or not the anti-diarrhoea medicine I had would trigger off some drug scare or something. Oh yeah, one word of warning - Pepto Bismol (this upset stomach medicine thingy) is good like, it works and stuff but it makes your shit EXTREMELY dark. It's scary.

Anyway, we board the plane bound for Sydney. One part of me didn't want to go and another part of me was wanting to go home. I actually ended up missing my family and my friends back home and at the same time, I knew I would probably end up missing Hawaii.

On the way home, I had a bit of a nap although it was a bit hard especially with the loud man behind us. I ended up finally watching the Prison Break episodes that I had stored on my PSP, seriously that show is awesome. Question - how can Wentworth Miller see at all? I'd imagine it would be hard to see anything while squinting as hard as he does.

Despite us not experiencing nightfall during the flight, we managed to touchdown into Sydney a complete day and a half after our departure in Honolulu, even when the flight was only 9 hours long. Confused? Well I was too, and I kinda felt cheated that I lost one whole day in my life.

So yeah I miss Hawaii, I miss not having a care in the world for that period of time. I miss the humidity, I miss the sunsets over the ocean. I miss a lot. But at the same time, I'm now home. Although Lucy and probably Ron most likely wouldn't agree with me here - but Sydney is my home. My heart is here, and I really love this place and I can't imagine not growing old here. Sure, I'd love to live in another place for a year or so but I would love to settle down here in Sydney. I love it's beauty and at the same time, I love it's faults. Sydney is by no means a perfect city, but what place is? Best part of it all - it's not in America.

Aussie, Aussie, Aussie. Oi! Oi! Oi!

Day Seven: the final Kal Bi

Last full day in Hawaii saw us going off to the nearest Wal-Mart to find some little things here and there to take home. I went to get a whole heap of chocolates to take home and pretty much most of us did the same. Ron on the other hand had something else in mind, he wanted to buy a bike so that he could take it home and go biking all across the M7 or something like that. Anyway, he had his heart so set on that one bike and I have to say that it was one hell of a sexy bike. It was cheap there too, $US109 which is about $A140 and Ron was telling me the same bike would cost up to or around the $A500 mark.

Ron rang up Qantas early that morning to see what the procedure for taking bikes on the plane were. According to him, all that was required was that the bike be boxed up and be put through as part of the allocated luggage. Lucy, being the questioner she is decided to ring up Qantas just to make sure and fair enough, apparently if a bike was to be part of the luggage even if still under the allocated weight limit, it would be treated as if the carriage was overweight and therefore a fee would have been charged. Now this fee would have amounted to about $A200 which would bring the amount closer to the Australian price for that specific bike. So in the end, they decided to bypass the bike which broke Rons heart - he was shattered. But in the end, all was good, coz he ended up getting kick arse shirts over at 88Tees (I wanted that orange one, Ron LOL).

We then decided to go to Waikiki beach to do some final swimming and for me a final chance to get a nice tan. Ron and Lucy went off and swam while I just stayed on the sand, on the ground listening to some Eskimo Joe while I fried.

This was also the final chance to do some serious camera whoring, the sunset provided a perfect backdrop for it all. I have to say, it was probably one of the first times I'd EVER seen the sun set on the water and it was incredibly beautiful, almost poetic.

There's this shot that I took of Ron and Lucy by the sunset, with Ron kissing Lucys forehead. It's probably one of my favourite shots I've ever taken, it looks like a poster or a cover for some Hawaiian tourist magazine or something. Again, into my portfolio, that one...

We had our final supper, I had my Japanese chicken and Ron and Lucy had their kal bi (Korean BBQ thingy). Ron bought some major grog, a bottle of beer as big as my torso (LOL) and a corona each and ended up getting almost drunk ( I think I was, I don't remember) on our balcony, wishing we were to stay there for much longer and dreading going back to responsibility.

Wasted as I was, I had an awesome sleep.

Day Six (night): Seriously, I'm full...

Thinking about it, Thursday was probably our biggest day hence the two postings for the one day.

Now, after the amazing experience at Hanauma we went back and had dinner at the local Chillis restaurant. Now here's the thing I found so weird in America - there's like a billion or so fat and obese people over there, is it perhaps because the serving sizes of all their dishes insanely huge? McDonalds, Burger King - or pretty much every place we went to, all the servings are MASSIVE. Their 'Normal' sized meal are our Large, they don't have a small meal and their large meals, oh man, it would be enough for a whole family to eat. Their cups are huuuuuge, it can double up as an aquarium or something.

Anyway, the dish I had was massive and I ended up not eating the whole thing which is way weird for me. Usually, I'm the only person who completes the whole dish, even licking extra sauce off the plate. But no, got way too full half way. It was apparent Ron got full too, I escorted him to the bathroom because I needed to pee. He warned me when we were there that he was about to 'excrete'. I heard his poo drop. Sounded like he got his moneys worth, sounded like a big one. LOL

Afterwards Ate Rina, Ron, Lucy and myself made our way to the local bar 'Big Kahuna' on Kuhio. We bought a lot of grog, including this thing that was actually served in a fish bowl. Got me rather tipsy, but I didn't get drunk. We all got pics with the waitresses there and they all had massive tits.

Not sleepy enough, we walked around Waikiki at night and just had a bit of a chat. Ate Rina and I went our own way to let Ron and Lucy have a bit of "them" time, which they probably did deserve. We ended up talking about the world, news, things, you know.

Oh yeah, LOL we caught all these couples having a full on root (sex) on the beach, like out on the open beach, for all the world to see. Not just dry humping, but full-on pelvic thrusting without clothes on type. Amazing! I would NEVER have mustered the courage to do anything like that. It was extremely weird, yet I couldn't take my eyes off them. I felt like, incredibly privelidged to have seen it. If they happen to have kids because of that specific root, if I ever meet those subsequent kids I could tell them that I was there while they were being made. Cool.

Oh, of course we camera whored for the rest of the night.