I don't know if I've mentioned this before on this here blog, but I used to be a singer. I'd have performances every now and then - in bars, in "community musicals", which is better left not to talk about, I've been a wedding singer amongst other stuff as well. I've even been a back up singer for international acts, which was kinda cool.
All up until about over a year or so ago, when I just stopped. I don't know why, but I just didn't feel like doing it (at that particular time).
I'm thinking, maybe I should go back and do it again, just for fun sakes. Who knows what it may lead to?
I saw this photo of me singing with my cousin (I'm on the left, of course). Made me think that maybe singing is something that's in my blood.
What happened to decent people these days? It seems that I'm just surrounded by arseholes and I can't escape.
Okay, so I lost my iPod while I was at Uni. I left it connected to a computer while I headed off for a little lunch break. After a while, I've realised what exactly I did and rushed back to the terminal only to find another person using it - sans my iPod. I ask the lady if she saw an iPod on that there terminal and she says no. Fair enough I say to myself, perhaps someone was kind enough to send it to the lost and found. So I head across the hallway to the lost and found, asked if someone handed up a lost iPod and they say no.
In short, it was gone. Gone forever. $350 gone. All my songs, heroes episodes, assignments. Gone, gone, gone. Thank goodness I had no porn or images of myself on it, I would have been horrified. Replacing it on a students income is going to be extremely hard.
So yeah I'm a little peeved. I'm thinking, if I found an iPod on a terminal I so would not take it. I would ask around and if no one owned up to it, I would definitely take it to the lost and found. I mean, the amount of mobile phones, credit cards and stuff I've found, I have not kept one single one of them. It's someones private property, with their personal thingies and stuff and who am I to take it away from them?
I guess there will always be dickheads in this world in all shapes and colours. These are the people who probably only think about themselves and would do anything that would please them, and no one else.
Arseholes.
I hope karma comes in to save the day, it's taken away my iPod. Perhaps it can give me a free (legitimate) one sometime down the line. Or better yet, I wouldn't mind receiving a nice, shiny iPhone.
This is what you are supposed to do. Cut and paste if you decide to participate in the tagging game.
Each player of this game starts off by giving 6 weird things about themselves. People who get tagged need to write in a blog of their own 6 weird things as well as state the rules clearly. In the end, you need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names.
After you do that, leave them each a comment letting them know you tagged them and to read your blog.
Okay, with that, here we go:
1. I hate loud things. Loud as in explosive, short bursts of loudness that surprise you. Think of something like, perhaps a thunderclap or a balloon pop or a car backfiring. I especially hate thunder/lighting I just don’t like it. One time whilst home alone, a massive Sydney afternoon summer lightning storm came up and it was rather fierce, being scared as I was, I locked myself into the downstairs toilet that had no windows so that the noise wouldn’t be as loud. Sad, but definitely true.
2. I pretend to hate karaoke, but give me the house to myself and I will definitely bring out the microphones and sing to my hearts content. Favourites of mine include The Impossible Dream , ANYTHING by Peter Cetera especially The Glory of Love, as well as a good dose of Elton John and Lionel Richie. I seriously own, and it kinda sucks that I don’t have a crowd around to watch me though. I’m telling you, I AM the next Australian Idol, too bad I totally forgot about the auditions this year LOL. So maybe I’m not the next one, but the one after. There we go.
3. I’ve been wearing the same set of contact lenses for about six months now. Which is gross because they’re only supposed to be used for only two weeks. It’s not that I’m poor or stingy; it’s just that I haven’t gone around to getting a new box of contacts. So eye infection, here I come!
4. I fake my ethnic background sometimes. LOL It’s true, well, looking the way I look, I always get asked the question “What are you?”. You’ll be amazed with all the stuff I can get away with. From Maori/Pacific Islander, Mexican, American Indian (LOL), or even half-Australian half-Asian. Mind you, I only do it to amuse myself and I only do it to acquaintances – in other words, people I would only meet once. Everyone else knows what I really am, and for the record I am a Filipino-German-Spanish hybrid, so now don’t ask me what I am – because that’s just rude. LOL
5. I lip sync profanities to bad drivers when I’m on the road. Look, I absolutely hate stupid drivers who cut in when they’re not supposed to, or just doing something completely dumb. But honestly, why raise your voice inside your vehicle when they probably can’t even hear you? Perhaps it’s because of my calm nature, but I just lip sync a profanity along with a gesture of the hand. LOL I don’t even beep, and I’ve never heard how my car horn sounds like.
6. I am incredibly anal about the cleanliness of my anal region. I believe that dry toilet paper is never suffice in ANY situation. No matter if there is no skid mark on that dry piece of paper, believe me there is still something there. For this reason, Wet Ones are king – you would not believe how much is left behind. Because I’ve always told myself that you never know when some random stranger will just come by, and have a whiff of your bum hole. And if on judgement day, we are only judged by the cleanliness of our bums, then it looks like I’m going to heaven. That is all.
Now, I don’t have anyone else to tag because I don’t know anyone else LOL. But hey, we’ll give Nathalia a chance to do her thing I guess. The ball’s now in your (clay) court.
I am so jealous of people who, in a split second can just fall asleep in an instant.
Take my dad for example, he is the best instant sleeper I have ever known. Saying that, he is also the loudest snorer in the history of mankind. One time, he came with me to the orthondontist when I had a periodic check up done. About 2 minutes into waiting, he starts snoring as he usually does. I take a look at him and to my amusement, he could not have been in a better sleeping position at that specific time.
Check this out, my dad was sleeping, snoring loudly while sitting directly underneath a poster that read "Snoring Problems? Talk to your dentist now!"
I thought that was the best advertisement I'd ever seen. Anyway, that's only one of the many times he has drifted off into sleep in an instant.
And here I am, struggling to get one minute of it. I hate how instead of my brain shutting down for sleep, it ends up running at a million miles a second, coming up with some random thoughts while I lay in silence.
I hate the fact that I monitor the time while I'm trying to sleep. I'm thinking, 'oh geez, It's 3 in the morning, I must sleep...' For that reason alone, I don't have an alarm clock beside my bed. But what's even worse is that now I try to guess what time it is at the moment. So, I'm in bed thinking 'oh geez, I think its 3am... or maybe 2? Or is that 4? Oh geez, that's late, far out, sleep now... It's probably 5 am now.'
So yeah, it sucks. I either resort to listening to some songs on my iPod or going on this here computer for a little browse on the good ol' internet here.
The past two weeks or so, I have met up with so many people from my past – either from past acquaintances, or from high school – and I’ve absolutely loved seeing them again.
I have realised that if you haven’t seen or talked to a friend in a long time and (finally) see them after a while, and find that can just have a LONG conversation for hours about anything then that person is a TRUE friend. Saying that, I have had the best chats I’ve had in a while thanks to seeing all these people again.
It’s great to hear what they’ve been up to, what’s happening, their thoughts on things, about life, growing up, responsibilities, being an adult, gossip and so on and so forth.
What’s even better to hear is that we all share the same thoughts about our own lives, no matter how ‘successful’ we may seem to be. We all feel like there’s always that need to be more, or that things should and must get better. In other words, not totally satisfied with what they have achieved so far in life.
I was shocked, and at the same time kind of relieved to find that pretty much ALL of my mates from high school feel exactly the same way I do. And no, they are definitely not dole bludgers or bums who live off their parents. Some have found themselves in very good jobs and I am quite shocked that they actually feel the way they do.
I’ve always felt that I was in career limbo for a while, swaying from one to another hoping to find the right one. I feel that I’m finally on the right path, thank goodness. However, my only regret is that I wish that I found this path much earlier. Saying that I am thankful that I’ve found it, and that goal to success seems ever so clearer.
I guess this is what they call a quarter life crisis, a point in your life where you stop and take a look back to see where you are. Perhaps some may feel disappointed; actually I’m guessing most people around this age would be. It’s easy for us to say that we haven’t achieved anything worth being proud about. But seriously, 24-25 years on this earth is a really long time and surely, there has to be something there that you can perhaps call defining moments in your own life that you can definitely be proud of.
For me, there has been a few. Although at the moment, my pride and joy is this one right here: Tee hee hee.
mah nu kah
It's grey, like... um... MY ASS! ............ sorry.
Okay, so here we go with another entry. I haven’t had much to write about but I guess I came to a self-discovery and I thought it was due time that I would share it with you, the people who I consider strangers and know nothing about.
That self discovery? Ladies and gentlemen, I am a snob. Yes, indeed I am. Or at least, I was.
How did I come to that conclusion you may ask? Well the story starts with my parents and myself driving off to a place a little out there. Let’s just say that it doesn’t share the same area code as Sydney Metro. Anyway, we got a little hungry and we stopped off at this restaurant/bar that advertised 8-dollar steaks.
So we get out of the car and enter the building. I found myself in one of those stereotypical country bars where they have pool tables, a country band playing in the corner and of course, all the bogan* patrons that seem to be part of the scenery in these type of things.
Now, it seemed like I found myself in bogan central, as I seemed to be surrounded by them. All talking loud, with their broad accents and I recall hearing a conversation between a “Nozza” and a “Mick” about beers and utes.
And so while trying to soak up the atmosphere, I realised that I was getting rather uncomfortable up to the point where I pretty much retracted into my shell and just did not even speak a word to my parents, or anyone for that matter throughout the whole ordeal. All the while I was pretty much thinking ‘geez, these people are rather gross’ or something along the lines of ‘geez, these people should get a job/shower/general sense of decency’. All the while, my parents didn’t seem to be phased one bit. In fact, my dad probably loved it, he was singing along to the music and all. We even scored free drinks and a discount off our meal because of him.
But anyway, after we paid for the meal and up and left I hopped into my car and did a little thinking. I was just thinking why I felt so negatively towards those people. I mean, they didn’t harm me at all, no cursing, no nothing , so why all the drama?
I came to the conclusion that I was a pretty snobby type of person, almost to the point of being posh. That came to a shock to me because I always thought of myself as a kind of decent, rather accepting (type of person). I mean, who am I to judge these people when I myself is not exactly A-Class material? Those people there were probably just there to enjoy a nice meal/drink and music and everyone I reckon has a right to just exactly that, right? And why the fuck should I classify people based on how they look/smell/act etc? Why should I classify people, period?
So yeah, that is my self – realisation and I’m quite happy for myself. So now, I love bogans, so umm, excuse me while I head off to Blacktown/Mt. Druitt and get me some bogan lovin’.
*’bogans’ are also known as hicks, westies, derros/derelict, yokels and country musicians.
Uni starts tomorrow. OMG. Dunno why, but I'm shitting myself.
Why?
Probably because my last experience at Uni was just damn awful.
Why?
Ok, I was just so miserable - not because I was doing crap in my studies, actually quite the contrary, I was doing way good. But moreso the social aspect of it all. I hate to say it, but I was a nigel. There, I said it. I fricken was.
For those of you not in Aussieland, a nigel is someone who flounders around about by themself. In other words, a loner. Sad but true.
Why? I have no fricken idea why.
I remember those days, eating at the cafeteria, by myself, waiting for the next lecture/tutorial. God those days were awful. Saying that though, I could honestly say that it's the only time in my life I was in such a socially inept situation.
High school was no problem, I was known. For goodness sakes I even got the "Boyz II Men award" in year 12 because everyone knew me as the singer HA!
Last two years in TAFE has been awesome, I've met some really cool people within those two years. I've been mixing and mingling with people out of that environment and it's been great.
It probably didn't help that last time I went to Uni, I was a fat shit with big hair and braces. I looked like a fatter male version of that 'Ugly Betty' chick, seriously it was pretty bad. I look at my student ID card back then and it looks like someone used a fish-eye lens and blew my head up with a ton of fat. I looked happy but, but that was only to hide all the pain I felt inside LOL HAHA
Well, I don't think it would be so bad this time around, I'll make sure that I be more pro active this time around. I think I'm more mature, more confident and more importantly, more damn sexier...
For fucks sake, people - it's JUAN. If you want a pronounciation lesson it's
Huan
Yes people, it's a Spanish J. Everytime I hear someone pronounce or read my name wrong I just think how not "in the know" these people are. How can someone not have seen/read/heard of people like Don Juan DeMarco, Juan Samaranch, Juan Carlos Ferrero or places like San Juan or TiJUANa. Even things like friggin mariJUANa have my name and yet people don't get it right.
I haven't got a car because my dad borrowed it so he can take his car in for some detailing. So he's using it for work, I'm stuck at home incredibly bored as for the next two days or so. I did not realise how boring being home alone can be. I can just feel time wasting away and I feel so incredibly shitty at the end of the day. Here's the breakdown:
- I was on the computer for a good four hours or so. Either checking out my myspace, watching episodes of Heroes and Idol, blogging (of course), blog hopping, forum posting, car researching and well um... watching erm... educational stuff LOL
- I ate five times today. I ate: muesli for brekkie, tuna for lunch, chinese pork buns for afternoon snack, pigged out on some ice cream about an hour later, and some fish for dinner.
- I realised I've gained a good kilo since Sept last year. Yes, I am a fat shit.
- I slept about a good 3 hours today. Had a strange dream. Dreamt that I was sitting at the back of a airplane and an explosion and consequent fire broke out in the rear of the plane and these tribal African people came out of the back and started doing a tribal dance around the plane, entertaining everyone while we were plunging to our deaths. Weird huh?
- I even put the karaoke machine on and sang such classics as Have You Ever Really Loved a Woman by Bryan Adams; End of the Road, On Bended Knee by Boyz II Men; Let's Stay Together by Al Green and an amazing rendition of Can't Help Falling in Love With You by Elvis. I gave the performance of my life, too bad no one was there to witness it. Damn.
- Played some Warioware on the Nintendo Wii. Really weird game, the guys who made it must have been on crack or something...
- Oh and just for the record I took a shower, brushed my teeth and did a poo. Actually, in the reverse order.
Ok, here's the situation. Perhaps I've a few of you this story already but anyway:
I'm at work, serving this nice lady and I'm trying my best to have some little chit-chat.
"Hot day outside today yeah?"
"Oh yeah, horrible. Thank goodness for air-conditioned shopping centres" She replies.
In the meantime, I'm scanning her items one by one.
"At least the bushfires around the area this year weren't so bad" I said.
She nods in agreement.
I continue: "Like those ones about three years ago, I couldn't even breathe, there was so much smoke. And my eyes, they were stinging..."
"Oh yes" She interrupts. "My brother died in that fire. A tree fell on him while he was fighting the fires"
Oh my. What do I say? I was caught off guard. How are you supposed to respond in that situation? Do I give my condolences? I think in those type it would be best to give a little "I'm sorry to hear that". And I should've.
But I didn't.
Here's what I said:
"Oh, really (five minute pause while looking at her thinking what to say)...
...(longer, getting more awkward every second)...
..."ok, cool. Here's your bag, your receipts inside. Thank you, I'll see you later."
In my line of work, and in general I like to people watch. I like to sit back and observe the general characteristics of human behaviour. In other words, yes, I am a perve. LOL
Anyway, on many of my observations, I seem to notice that good looking people always stick around and flock with other good looking people while other who are 'facially enept' seem to hang around with others who aren't as blessed facially. Why is this?
Now, as you read this think about your group of friends. Are they as a whole good looking - or otherwise? Now, think of how you guys met. Did you actively scan these people in the first place and think "Oh this person is good looking, they HAVE to be my friend" or "Geez, this persons uuugly, he/she MUST have a nice personality, I think I'll talk to them"? I'm pretty sure you probably did neither. If you did, shame on you! Saying that, why do people attract other people who are as visually similar as eachother? It's hard to see why this is the case with groups of friends, but this isn't such the case with couples.
Angelina Jolie. She has nice lips...
At least he has a house with a fireplace
Now, here's the deal that applies with couples. Good looking people KNOW that they can bag a stunner, others THINK that they can't even breathe the same air as a stunner so they go for something right up their alley, they THINK they have a better chance. Perhaps it is a self-conscious/confidence issue which is sad. Yes, there are strange instances where one might mix with the other (Beyonce and Jay Z) and in those instances I'm happy for them - but for the most part this is usually not the case. For some, those instances above may be a conscientious decision by one (or both) parties but I think for the most part, it's something that most don't really think about and it just happens.
Why am I writing this? I have no idea. Am I a bitter minger? LOL perhaps. Actually, I'm probably just writing this out of boredom...
So I get my first good news of the year, I've got myself a place in the College of Fine Arts at the University of New South Wales studying a Computer Science/Digital Media degree which I'm pretty happy about. I've been wanting to study there for a quite a while and since I got my diploma last year, it was pretty easy for me to get in. Best thing, I'm not going alone as I got my mates Paul and Mohammed coming along.
Hopefully because of my past student history, I hope I will be exempt for a whole lot of stuff. Last thing I want to do is complete another 3 years of study. I'll be a friggin old codger before I get to go out there in the workforce. I'm pretty advanced (age-wise) as it is, last thing I wan't is to be a perpetual student who keeps on studying until he's 30 or so. That'll be bad. And embarrassing.
Hopefully this degree will bring me closer to my dream career. That's all I ever want out of this venture. But OMG how exciting!
Well the holiday season is over so things are winding down at work. So we're getting a bit more loose and are starting to be just a little bit more silly again. Gone are the queues that seemed like that went forever, here are the quiet days where it seems like we're not getting any customers at all. LOL
This is Parrish, as you can see he is standing up beside a wall filled with PC games. I took this picture straight after he completed fixing up that wall you see there. It is NEVER that clean, ever. And more amazingly, they're all in alphabetical order - which is what it is supposed to be. So instead of spending minutes trying to find one game, just look where it's supposed to be and voila! the game's there!
They call me the "Wall King" at work, mainly because I'm one of the only people that can fix a wall this good. Look at that, perfect lines, no gaps, nothing. Actually they probably call me the Wall King just to flatter me. So that someone would actually fix up the walls by the end of the day. Bastards.
Hey, hey, hey! It's been a while since I decided to do a blog for this site. No, I haven't abandoned it. It's just that I haven't had the time to even breathe yet alone do any blogging. But I'm here waiting for my car to get serviced and decided to bring my macbook along and do some little catch up blogging. Mostly because someone (not naming any names (hi Nat! Go Rafa! Lol) has been begging me to write a new entry. Well, here it goes:
Another year over, a new one just begun
So its 2007, A whole brand new year. Where the fuck did 2006 go in the first place? Just when I was getting used to writing '06' at the end of my dates, here comes 2007 saying 'nup, fuck off, I'm here now, get used to it, bitch'.
Wow, I'm swearing a lot today, wtf?
I wonder what this new year will bring, firstly on a personal level. I don't know why, but I have a feeling that something rather bad will happen this year. I know it's a bad thing to think about but yeah, I'm just feeling a little uncertainty in regards to, I don’t know, something happening perhaps in my family. It could just be me being a little paranoid, but I just want to prepare myself just in case. But yeah, it is a terrible, terrible thing to think about. Hopefully, it is just me being paranoid. I don't want to be blogging about something horrible sometime this year. If something does though, I am so quoting this here blog entry.
On a world level, hopefully only good things will happen. We can all dream of world peace, rain and um, boobs? Um, yeah…
Wa Wa Wii!!
Omg! I got me a Nintendo Wii for myself for Xmas. Only because I knew I wasn't going to get anything from anyone (which was pretty true, more details to come). I came into work launch day thinking to myself that I was not going to buy one. So I get through work, selling the damn things by the bucket loads not even thinking of getting my own one and right at the end of my shift my boss comes up to me:
"You buying one?"
"Yeah, and give me Zelda as well" Without any hesitation at the same time thinking WTF did I just say?
So yeah, I bought one. I got into my car and I realised that I hadn't even paid the monthly repayment for my car, so I was in majorly deep shit because I had hardly any money left in my bank account. Yes, I'm that poor.
But the damn thing is awesome, I play Wii Sports, I love playing tennis and go majorly hard in baseball. I'm just so scared that the remote would slip and fly straight towards the television. As you can see, people can just get a little carried away.
My family has gotten into the thing as well. My mum OWNs in boxing, she can knock out the motherfucker like it was nothing, she goes majorly hardcore and looks so funny in the process. Just goes to show not to mess with the woman, she can open a can of whoop-ass on you if need be. My nephews love the thing too, even though they're a bit too small to do anything. I give my two year-old nephew the TV remote and he thinks he's playing. So bloody cute, I feel like eating him. LOL
Christmas!
Christmas eve was spent with the family, like it always has been for my last 24 years. It was pretty fun actually, the whole family in the one place. Which, in my opinion is an amazing feat in itself since right now all of us combined would be a good, say 60 or so people? Don't know the exact number but there's a whole heap of us. A house full of us brown people, and we're all legit migrants! Amazing! Oh, and we are LOUD . That's a bit of un understatement, seriously all of us would probably be equivalent to a jet plane taking off.
There is a lot of kanta (singing) and sayaw (dancing) going on, oh and the karaoke machine is in full effect. Food would be in abundance including a full lechon (spit roast, whole pig). Man, you gotta love big Filipino parties, best food ever!
We're one of the families that wait until midnight Christmas morning and give out presents then. As expected, the little kids got the most presents, toys, videogames and so on. The young adults, on the other hand get pretty much jack shit.
Again, as expected I got undies. This time, in boxer short form, not briefs. Which is actually pretty good, because I'm running out of shorts anyway.
But I'm not too fussed, I'm not too picky when it comes to that stuff anyway. It was good to be with the family and their company is a lot more important than all the little things that you would (or wouldn’t) get during Christmas. I hope you guys all had a good Christmas with those you love as well.
New Year
The family headed off to the harbour to watch the fireworks this year. It's the first time I actually went to see the fireworks. Probably would be the last. It's not because it was bad, in fact it was really good. It was more so the fact that despite all the effort we made getting there, queuing, waiting, getting sunburnt and so on. The fireworks went for just a few minutes combined, and despite being an amazing audio and visual spectacle, it just makes you question if it was all worth it. In my honest opinion, it wasn't. But it is definitely one of the things that you MUST do at least once.
My nephew Ruiz infront of the queue. The line went all the way from the art gallery to St. Marys Cathedral. True
