23.1.06
it makes you wonder doesn't it, one minute you're minding your peace and the next min some man sits behind you and starts making ching-chong girl going to chop shallot remarks, with his hand next to your shoulder where you're leaning on your seat. you choose to ignore. plenty of those mentally ill people where i used to live. i let it go. one station passes.
then the "flie lice" line. this guy's sentences seem to be an annoying buzz of a fly who would not shoo, and has not be swatted by someone. you know me. i don't kill things. he sounds drunk/high/stoned and generally repeated what he said like a broken record. i decide to let it go. a whole train, quite empty, but full of asian people and here was this person making ass comments. he MUST be stupid. logic defies such actions.
then he pushes my seat and asks "is your dad a "ni hao" man". a loop of ten of the same sentences.
i invite you to profile him. what race was he? what was he wearing? how much does he make a year...? i hadn't turned around at that point and i sure had my mental image.
i turned around. and for one he was completely sober and healthy, but i was still shocked with what i saw. he had his phone to his ear, staring at me as i walked closer to him, arm on the seat i just stood up from, waiting for me to look down like any civilised asian girl would and walk away. he's probably just talking to his friends thought it'd be funny to breathe some harmless insults down some asian girl's back. i smile.
me: you-need-to-stop-being-a-loser (quite slowly for dramatic effect, and begin walking away)
he: (long pause) what did you say to me???
must have wax in his ears. that was soft. i was pretty surprised that he sounded offended. i giggled and shook my head and walked on past him. he shouted behind me, looking for an open window to retaliate "what did you say to me?". there i thought asses had the best come backs, and all he could give me was an invitation to repeat what i said so he had more time to think up one.
damn it, i got caught up and stooped to his level.
then the "flie lice" line. this guy's sentences seem to be an annoying buzz of a fly who would not shoo, and has not be swatted by someone. you know me. i don't kill things. he sounds drunk/high/stoned and generally repeated what he said like a broken record. i decide to let it go. a whole train, quite empty, but full of asian people and here was this person making ass comments. he MUST be stupid. logic defies such actions.
then he pushes my seat and asks "is your dad a "ni hao" man". a loop of ten of the same sentences.
i invite you to profile him. what race was he? what was he wearing? how much does he make a year...? i hadn't turned around at that point and i sure had my mental image.
i turned around. and for one he was completely sober and healthy, but i was still shocked with what i saw. he had his phone to his ear, staring at me as i walked closer to him, arm on the seat i just stood up from, waiting for me to look down like any civilised asian girl would and walk away. he's probably just talking to his friends thought it'd be funny to breathe some harmless insults down some asian girl's back. i smile.
me: you-need-to-stop-being-a-loser (quite slowly for dramatic effect, and begin walking away)
he: (long pause) what did you say to me???
must have wax in his ears. that was soft. i was pretty surprised that he sounded offended. i giggled and shook my head and walked on past him. he shouted behind me, looking for an open window to retaliate "what did you say to me?". there i thought asses had the best come backs, and all he could give me was an invitation to repeat what i said so he had more time to think up one.
damn it, i got caught up and stooped to his level.
16.1.06
so it seems that my less than perfect audition workshop mode was what made me stand out for the director. so i'll be performing a 10min devised theatre piece for Short n Sweet at the end of Feb..
calling up the director for the other audition i did well in costed me my part. oh well. i've learnt now.
love cooking linguine with chopsticks. i don't know why it's so much cooler than cooking via other methods. all linguine is created equal but some linguine are more equal than others....
anyway, i feel like i have achieved something over the weekend. i went bike riding with eric at olympic park in the arvo on sunday (no doubt it was a breeze for him since i was so unfit). it was one of those rare times i managed to get out of the house by getting past my laziness and spend time with people i don't get much time with. i love catching up with people. it is a good antidote for kenny overdose (haha! no offense)
spent a little time pondering the importance of the OC song and why the only lyrics in it was "california, here we come"
went training (with the actors in the devised play - fitness session of 2 hours) sunday night and our trainer who has a fight in 3 weeks decided to call it off coz he can't afford to be sick. wow...he's a pro boxer hoping to win his last fight before retiring...aspirations all round. instead, samuel, one of the boys in the cast who was in the olympic team for fencing in canada, led the session. was a good session and now my body hurts even though i did little compared to others. will get better and better i swear :D
i keep thinking: isn't it so cool to tell other people "i represented my country on the olympic team in so-and-so year". no matter how great/bad you did you still did something BIG, ya know...
back to my old ways of being at home thinking of the next thing that happens. i'd love to get a part in one more play...just to round it all off.
oh...a big hi to raph for finally being on the blogs :)
calling up the director for the other audition i did well in costed me my part. oh well. i've learnt now.
love cooking linguine with chopsticks. i don't know why it's so much cooler than cooking via other methods. all linguine is created equal but some linguine are more equal than others....
anyway, i feel like i have achieved something over the weekend. i went bike riding with eric at olympic park in the arvo on sunday (no doubt it was a breeze for him since i was so unfit). it was one of those rare times i managed to get out of the house by getting past my laziness and spend time with people i don't get much time with. i love catching up with people. it is a good antidote for kenny overdose (haha! no offense)
spent a little time pondering the importance of the OC song and why the only lyrics in it was "california, here we come"
went training (with the actors in the devised play - fitness session of 2 hours) sunday night and our trainer who has a fight in 3 weeks decided to call it off coz he can't afford to be sick. wow...he's a pro boxer hoping to win his last fight before retiring...aspirations all round. instead, samuel, one of the boys in the cast who was in the olympic team for fencing in canada, led the session. was a good session and now my body hurts even though i did little compared to others. will get better and better i swear :D
i keep thinking: isn't it so cool to tell other people "i represented my country on the olympic team in so-and-so year". no matter how great/bad you did you still did something BIG, ya know...
back to my old ways of being at home thinking of the next thing that happens. i'd love to get a part in one more play...just to round it all off.
oh...a big hi to raph for finally being on the blogs :)
8.1.06
a nice, boring, doing nothing sorta weekend. but ooh, hey, everyday is the weekend when you ain't working :D
i really shouldn't rub it in, since it's...not good...the usyd boys all did something on friday night that i mite very well have wanted to go and do...what DID i do...i spent almost the whole weekend in a hole mode...first time ever since i quit my job that i thought "what if i don't get any parts in the next coming theatre productions? i'll be out of work and out of acting...what will i do then?" and got VERY scared. fear is a well known villain. and i let it get me today. s+s workshop audition could have gone MUCH bloody better if only i didn't get into my stupid mode.
anywho, i will be trialling at cafe tomolo...may or may not get job.
*good luck*...
i really shouldn't rub it in, since it's...not good...the usyd boys all did something on friday night that i mite very well have wanted to go and do...what DID i do...i spent almost the whole weekend in a hole mode...first time ever since i quit my job that i thought "what if i don't get any parts in the next coming theatre productions? i'll be out of work and out of acting...what will i do then?" and got VERY scared. fear is a well known villain. and i let it get me today. s+s workshop audition could have gone MUCH bloody better if only i didn't get into my stupid mode.
anywho, i will be trialling at cafe tomolo...may or may not get job.
*good luck*...
3.1.06
in my eternal naivety, i had bought myself a bottle of red nail polish from nine west for 5 bucks on new years eve, hoping to try it out sometime in the bright new year ahead...
note to self: there is a reason why you hadn't bought red polish or personally painted on a dark colour on your own nails since you were 8. it is because you can't keep painting in line. and painting your right hand, is certainly not gona be easier. after the saga with the sexy blood red polish for half an hour, i have ended up with unpainted nails except they're red at the edges were i cna't get polish off, and my hand looks a bit like i've had a big disagreement with an opened can of beetroot.
pay someone else. never do it yourself...
in other news, our apartment was graced with the presence of the first cockroach since our move in april. as it crawled somewhat slowly in from the balcony (i presumed) and towards the kitchen, my sisters freaked and gloria promptly decided that we were to throw out our pot plants as they must be the cause for the cockroach infestation in our apartment. a faint smell of baygon waffed past the balcony door. i think the cocky in front of me had been attacked by the giants below. we bagged it and sent it down the rubbish chute and wished it great future and many offspring, so long as they don't climb up to us on level too-high-up.
she was so adamant about throwing out all the pot plants before our WHOLE apartment would be filled with cockroaches. i reasoned with her for a good 15 minutes that we should have SOMETHING organic around the apartment. that cockroaches are a part of life. that they are generally taken care of by the building manager, and fumigation is covered in strata fees. all part of apartment living. and honestly...for 9 months in this apartment now, and through x'mas and new years, today was the first time we saw a cockroach in the apartment! honestly...i'd hate to see my newly planted capsicum shoots go down that chute just because we have organic items in our house.
side bar: did i tell you that new years was SO DAMN HOT that the resident earth worms from our pot plants couldn't handle it no more and crawled out of the pot in search of cooler quarters? too bad. they shrivelled up and died quite quickly coz tiles were scorching. it's sad to see worms die. we used to have a worm farm bac at home and when dad was keeping it, it was smooth as. they'd be happy and chewing away and we'd put soil into pots and onto other plants and the cycle of life was maintained. when he died and it was time to sell the place, most of the worms had...well..liquified...the worm farm was drowned from rain and neglect.
it does go to show that nature is a fragile thing. also quite vigilant in some ways...those worms (and more, i presume) are in those pots, surviving and chewing away. i would like to begin to make our apartment look like a LIVING quarters instead of a sterile ikea showroom. i mean, mum even bought plants from bloody IKEA...i have had it. i need a herb tray. i need to plant things, watch things grow. this whole apartment thing is driving me nuts!
speaking of people who are nuts...kenny just said goodnight and told me he'd go to bed to shower. i say good luck to his pilgrim towards finding that bed with the showerhead over it...gives a whole new meaning to a wetting a bed...
i better not wake up one day sometime near now and find my sister had secretly chucked out the pot plants...
my gooramadda olives are running out.....
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note to self: there is a reason why you hadn't bought red polish or personally painted on a dark colour on your own nails since you were 8. it is because you can't keep painting in line. and painting your right hand, is certainly not gona be easier. after the saga with the sexy blood red polish for half an hour, i have ended up with unpainted nails except they're red at the edges were i cna't get polish off, and my hand looks a bit like i've had a big disagreement with an opened can of beetroot.
pay someone else. never do it yourself...
in other news, our apartment was graced with the presence of the first cockroach since our move in april. as it crawled somewhat slowly in from the balcony (i presumed) and towards the kitchen, my sisters freaked and gloria promptly decided that we were to throw out our pot plants as they must be the cause for the cockroach infestation in our apartment. a faint smell of baygon waffed past the balcony door. i think the cocky in front of me had been attacked by the giants below. we bagged it and sent it down the rubbish chute and wished it great future and many offspring, so long as they don't climb up to us on level too-high-up.
she was so adamant about throwing out all the pot plants before our WHOLE apartment would be filled with cockroaches. i reasoned with her for a good 15 minutes that we should have SOMETHING organic around the apartment. that cockroaches are a part of life. that they are generally taken care of by the building manager, and fumigation is covered in strata fees. all part of apartment living. and honestly...for 9 months in this apartment now, and through x'mas and new years, today was the first time we saw a cockroach in the apartment! honestly...i'd hate to see my newly planted capsicum shoots go down that chute just because we have organic items in our house.
side bar: did i tell you that new years was SO DAMN HOT that the resident earth worms from our pot plants couldn't handle it no more and crawled out of the pot in search of cooler quarters? too bad. they shrivelled up and died quite quickly coz tiles were scorching. it's sad to see worms die. we used to have a worm farm bac at home and when dad was keeping it, it was smooth as. they'd be happy and chewing away and we'd put soil into pots and onto other plants and the cycle of life was maintained. when he died and it was time to sell the place, most of the worms had...well..liquified...the worm farm was drowned from rain and neglect.
it does go to show that nature is a fragile thing. also quite vigilant in some ways...those worms (and more, i presume) are in those pots, surviving and chewing away. i would like to begin to make our apartment look like a LIVING quarters instead of a sterile ikea showroom. i mean, mum even bought plants from bloody IKEA...i have had it. i need a herb tray. i need to plant things, watch things grow. this whole apartment thing is driving me nuts!
speaking of people who are nuts...kenny just said goodnight and told me he'd go to bed to shower. i say good luck to his pilgrim towards finding that bed with the showerhead over it...gives a whole new meaning to a wetting a bed...
i better not wake up one day sometime near now and find my sister had secretly chucked out the pot plants...
my gooramadda olives are running out.....