Archive for January, 2006

what have I been doing?

January 23, 2006

Well lots of things and strangely they all have something to do with the couch:

  1. Wearing out the couch in the lounge
  2. Have successfully applied to be a full time couch potato
  3. Star in the new movie “couching girl, hidden remote control”

In other words, I haven’t been doing anything really. It’s all because of all the tennis on the TV and then when there’s no tennis I was involved in some serious thumb-muscles-work-out [ie. games, games and more games]. So I figured I better do something and went ebooks hunting today. The results? Well, let’s say I’ve gathered enough books to read until uni starts. I have a new addiction. This time it’s vampires and werewolves. Not much different from fantasy but it’s a change right?

Destined?

January 18, 2006

The offers for tertiary places came out this week and I think I’m destined to study Pharmacy next year in more than one way.
Firstly, I’ve got a Pharmacy offer from Monash Uni. Secondly, I’ve got another Pharmacy offer from Uni of SA. So I guess the feelings I had after the interview was mutual for the interviewers as well. Damn, I was so charming too.

the greengrocer’s

January 14, 2006

The lazy blog-readers’ version to this post: Confusing.

The long version
Confusing.
That’s what I felt after I’ve been to the greengrocer’s @ Greensborough Plaza.
Now the word greengrocer suggests someone who sells green stuff and green stuff alone and I meant green as in the colour green not as in innocent green. Anyway, half of the stuff in the shop are red or yellow so it doesn’t make sense, it’s misleading. If I’m to be a dictator (which I won’t be) the first thing I’ll do is to decree that all greengrocer’s should change their names into red-yellow-and-green-grocers’ or fruit and veg traders or some other names that reflect the nature of the things they sell.
Anyway, that’s not what’s so confusing about my trip to the greengrocer’s. What’s confusing was the naming of different types of fruits, especially peaches. The shop has 2 types of peaches, the large peaches and the small peaches. However, the large peaches aren’t much larger than the small peaches and the small peaches aren’t exactly smaller than the large peaches. In other words, they are exactly the same size! Maybe once upon a time, before artificial fertilizers were invented or before peaches are genetically modified or when homo sapiens were still hunters-gatherers, these 2 types of peaches might have been of different sizes but now what’s different about them are the colours and maybe the price. The large peaches are yellow and the small peaches are red and more expensive. Now, wouldn’t it be easier if greengrocer’s would refer to them as the red peaches and the yellow peaches or the expensive peaches and the cheap peaches?
Oh well, not that the names make any difference to the peaches I bought my sister bought (I should have pointed out that I would never take the initiative to visit a greengrocer’s let alone buying something from one since my preferred snack food is chips). Our family’s motto is “thrifty-ness is a virtue” so you go figure what type of peaches we bought :). It’s just that the names have failed miserably at describing the fruit that’s all. And I love it when something fails miserably being “truevil” and all (muh ha ha ha ha evil laugh).

By the way, I do know that greengrocer is someone who sells fruits and vegs, just wanted to point out the occasional weirdness in English just like when a house has to “burnt up” before it can be called “burnt to the ground” or when a pianist is a person who plays the piano whereas a racist isn’t a person who races.

Important researches in Southern Ocean

January 14, 2006

Seriously, I believe that the Japanese thinks that we are all idiots. Firstly, what kind of “scientific research” that can be done on DEAD subjects? Maybe how can dead mammals turn into zombies and I think that cannot be classified as “scientific”. And how many whales do they need for their research anyway? As many as they want? Until there’s no whales left? If they want to do their so-called “research”, at least they have to have a limit on the number of whales they need. And what the hell are they researching again? I’ve never heard of the name of their research project, if they’re doing any “researching” at the moment, I think this is a list of the possible projects:

  1. How gullible is the whole world.
  2. How many tonnes of whale meat they can disguise as “scientific research”
  3. How tough are the GreenPeace guys
  4. How many whales they can turn into sushi before there’s no whales left.

Update

January 11, 2006

I can’t seem to write regularly. Wait, I do write regularly, every 3 days or so but not regularly enough for my standard. Anyway, why am I worrying about writing regularly at all? Last time I checked (3 minutes ago) nobody’s been reading this except for me, my sis, and my friend Nhan. Hey Nhan, dude, thanks for the comment!
So what kept me from writing regularly? Well, if you’ve been here often you’d notice that I’ve been tweaking and changing my template like I change clothes. I’ve gone from one blank background to one horribly weird background and back to the blank background. I can’t seem to find a good enough background that’s better than same-old white. And now I’m starting to hate the banner (so I probably should just not go to read my blog anymore.
I’ve established a reading pattern. I’m reading a book a day again. Previously in December I was reading a book every 3 days. I’ve just finished my 9th book this year and I have about a dozen books borrowed from the local library waiting to be read. My motto? I’ve already mentioned it a while ago: "get busy living or get busy reading". It’s inspired by Shawshank Redemption by the way (is it shawshank or shawshink? Can’t really remember, it sounds like shawshank anyway).
Currently reading: some weird fantasy book that I would probably stop reading in another hour or so due to excessive weirdness in the plot!

I wish I was…

January 8, 2006

I was born Catholic. Sometimes I feel that is my blessing, sometimes, usually on Sundays, I feel that’s just a damn inconvenience other times well, I just feel normal as in it doesn’t make a difference anyway. The following story is the story of 10 minutes that I wish I was… well… not at a particular place at that particular time.

My lil sis and me went to the city the other day by train. The trip was unmemorable, just like any other train trip on a weekday at 11 am. That means the train was full of either old people going to shopping centres to enjoy the air con or young people going shopping. It was unmemorable until we reached Clifton Hill station. Two guys got on the train. That wasn’t very unusual until one guy came sit next to us and open a book full of Chinese characters and began to read. That wouldn’t be unusual if the guy was asian looking. However, this was a full Caucasian guy. A Chinese reading an English book is normal, the other way around is just weird. So that guy got my attention for about 2 seconds and then I went back to listening to my iPod.
When the train reached Spencer Street station the guy turned to us with his Chinese book. I just thought that he got stuck on some words and tried to ask us about it, since that happened to me before. I think I should say that I’m not Chinese, I’m Vietnamese. People usually think that I’m anything but Vietnamese. Once a Vietnamese guy asked us if we were Chinese. Another time there’s this Chinese man who asked us if we were Japanese! And then there’s the other time when an old woman talked to me entirely in Chinese in the middle of a shopping centre, I think she was asking for direction and she couldn’t speak English. Tough! I don’t know any Chinese except for saying “I don’t know” in Chinese. It was funny the first few times when people mistook us for Chinese, now it’s just damn annoying. Why do people assume that every asian is Chinese? True that China has the greatest population in the world and true that China is the biggest country in Asia. Why can’t people just consider some alternatives before deciding that someone is Chinese? I really appreciate, even though I’m annoyed at the same time, that people ask me if I’m Chinese in English. At least I can answer them back. I didn’t have any chance to answer back when that woman asked me in Chinese.
Anyway, back to my story. That guy turned to us and I was thinking “here we go again, not another “Chinese” conversation”. And I was right. He asked us if we were Chinese, in English thankfully! When we answered “no” I thought that was the end of the conversation. However, he found out that we’re Vietnamese and he introduce himself as a missionary for the Church of Jesus Christ of the latter-day saints.
Now, I find all these religions very funny. They are basically the same as Catholic, only slightly different so they form a totally different religion. Once there was this lady from Jehovah’s witnesses, I think, who just appeared in front of our house for no reason and argued with my Mum that Jesus didn’t die on a cross, he died on a pole! And then there’s another branch of Catholic which argued that the Virgin Mary isn’t a virgin since she had a son. I think that’s quite reasonable … um… reason to branch off into another religion. I find all these religions funny because they’re all very similar so why can’t they just be one universal religion? After all, they all teach us not to kill people and to love our neighbours and do all the good things so that when we die we wouldn’t be condemned to eternal damnation in hell. I’m not a very devoted Catholic so it doesn’t really bother me much about all these religions, as long as they, the missionaries, don’t stop me anywhere to talk about how great their church is and start comparing my religion to theirs. I think that’s not the way to convert someone. It’s too similar to all these credit cards people stopping you when you’re running for a train to advertise for the new “great” offer they have.
Back to the missionary guy. After he found out that we are Vietnamese, he called his friend, who was at the other end of the carriage, over. Apparently, the other guy could speak Vietnamese! He said something to us in Vietnamese which after about 2 seconds I was able to deciphered to “hello” in Viet. So I answer back in English because his Vietnamese was hurting us (from not able to make out what the heck he was talking about) and him (from speaking a foreign tongue after only 3 months of learning it) as well. All the time we were, or at least I was, praying that we would get to Flinders Street soon so that we could stop this conversation.
I thought that when we said that we are Catholic these guys would leave us alone. Unfortunately, no. When they knew, they started talking about some Mormon book. I think I already said that I’m not very devoted. All I know about my religion is when’s Easter and Christmas (which everybody knows because these are holidays here) and a few prayers (“a few” as in you can count them with the fingers of only one hand). Quite pathetic really. So when these guys talked about a Mormon book I was just nodding like I knew what they were talking about. That was when we got to Flinders.
Unfortunately, we couldn’t just walked off. They said that they wanted to have a talk to us about their church right then or we could give them our home number and someone from their church could come and talk to us! (yippee yay! just what I want for Christmas) After some clever maneuvers I was able to change that to them giving us their number so when we want to talk we can call them. (phew)
I have nothing against those guys or their church, it’s just that I’m not very interested in religion, any religion. Maybe I’ll change my views about religion when I get older but now, I don’t think I want to bother myself with learning the differences between the branches of Christianity and convert from one to another not that my parents will let me do that in the first place. Apparently, according to my grandmother, converting from one religion to another is a good ground for eternal damnation in hell xD.
Last year there was this show on SBS which was called “John Safran vs God” or something. I saw only one episode and it was very funny. You know about those people who knock on your front door and start talking about their religion? John Safran did that. Only when people answered their door he said “you know what, there’s no God” and he got chased off the property. That wasn’t very fair I think. Why can people put up with people from other religions talking about their religions and not with a guy talking about his belief?

Ok, back to the first paragraph, if the last sentence of that paragraph didn’t really go with the previous sentences, this is the reason. I was gonna say that I wish I wasn’t a catholic but then those guys would talk to me if I wasn’t catholic and then I was gonna change it to I wish I wasn’t Asian (since the missionaries from that church seem to like to convert Asians more than say Middle Eastern. They all learn Asian languages like Chinese and Vietnamese) but there might be a chance that they’d try to convert Caucasian. So I was left with the only choice left, I wish I was somewhere else.

The other day my other sis asked me: “can you trust in something written in the newspaper yesterday? so how can you trust in something written by somebody two thousand years ago?”. That got me thinking seriously about religion. How can we be sure that the way we interpret the bible now is the way we supposed to be interpreting? And then how can we trust in the bible? I suppose the latter question has a lot to do with that “you-are-blessed-if-you-believe-without-seeing-the-proofs”. But isn’t that gullible?

Update

January 4, 2006

It’s been a while since I last posted (3 days to be exact) and I have this nagging feeling that I should post something, anything. So here I am composing a post with nothing to talk about.
I went shopping yesterday and got the "Appleseed" DVD. Pretty good movie at a glance. I would give it 3.5 stars. Everything is good except for the plot (which, in my opinion, is the most important thing in a movie hence the ratings).

What am I up to at the moment? I’m re-designing the blog. AGAIN. This is the direct result of: having too much time + having learned at last how to use photoshop properly + having made sense, at last, about blog template.

Currently watching: The Crucible. Not exactly watching, I’m listening to the movie and typing this and steal a glance at the movie every 2 minutes. At 11pm nothing can keep my attention for more than 5 minutes apparently. Why "the crucible"? Well since my alternative is Die Hard on 7 and Charm on 10, I suppose "the crucible" is the better alternative, maybe the best I have at the moment.

the newest LITTLE thing in my life this year

January 1, 2006

Well, if you can call a near heart attack “LITTLE” and a “thing” then read on.
Everything was because of my new mobile and my stupidity basically. I got a new phone so I figured I’ll enable the PIN feature just in case someone steals it from me I misplace it and someone picks it up and forgets to give it back. So there I was “happy as a lark” setting up the PIN and forgot the damn PIN after a week.
Today, when I was recording a short video with my phone the damn phone crashed and since I was such a “computer wiz” and know everything you have to do when a computer crashes is to press the restart button. I found no restart button on my phone but there was a power off button which would do just as nicely. And it did. It worked perfectly and asked me for my PIN which I had forgotten.
After my 3 pathetic attempt at remembering the PIN and failed to. The phone displayed: “Enter PUK”. By this time I was thinking, well, PUK is near enough to PIN since they share the P. So I continued on trying to enter the possible PIN. Apparently PUK is like a back up plan for the PIN and if you enter the PUK wrong 10 times your SIM’s dead meat. I didn’t know that!! After trying for another 5 times without any success I jumped on the internet. Ater some serious googling I found out what the heck PUK is and I was on the verge of PUKing when I found that out (joking :)). If I enter the PUK thing wrong for another 5 times apparently the SIM will self destruct. Nothing dramatic like it’ll explode in my face or anything, just I will lose all my prepaid credit, all the stuff I store in the SIM and my phone number too since I’ll have to buy a new SIM. So I called service provider for my PUK so my SIM didn’t have to commit seppuku. Phew!
So the moral of the story is:

  • never set a PIN that you cannot remember or
  • never set a PIN at all.

That’s it the most dramatic incident of the year (so far)