I’m not taking uni seriously enough now days, and it’s kind of hitting me now. Since holidays till now, I haven’t done a single thing properly, and haven’t started being serious. All my units, I’m just scraping by, and turning up to classes going.. WTF?. This semester is so fuckered for me, and I can feel it coming. There are assignments that are coming up and are due. I have no idea whats with them, and what to do. Two of my texbooks are still in its wrapping LOL. Arghh.. gotta start taking uni seriously, before anything shit happens. Mid-Sem for accounting is coming up next week. Next Saturday to be precise. OH GG. Nah kidding, I’ll fuck’n kill the exam.

Anyway,

Theres a FAGGOT KUNT lecturer for business law. Well first I posted a message on the discussion board, asking about a reclarification of what was on the information sheet on that test/quiz coming up. In about 2 hours, my post was deleted. Well this guy is on the discussion board 24/7, replying to EVERY single comment, where I noticed him critisising everything. Every single question gets answered with “You should read your learning guide. Questions like that show you have not understood the requirements of this course.” or like “You have obviously mis understood this, re-read it again”. HE DOESNT answer the FUCKING questions. I haven’t seen this guy, but I bet he’s some old FATSHIT who has a 10 foot pole up his ass. So he deleted my question, then messaged me “Think before you post these questions. You should check this discussion board atleast twice a day”. Get that fucking pole out of your ass faggot. Funny now, he closed the discussion board, because people post questions twice. He’s more like in his head “Hey, hope these guys fail”. Posting a question twice is called ‘abuse’ in this world. Fuck you.

A normal discussion board is, post a question, and another student will answer it, or will suggest something. Not “read the guide, fuck off”, and ESP from the lecturer. GRRR

I have so much anger in me, its so bad :(. Everywhere I go, I have anger in me. It’s so bad. This blog is my ranting wall.

I was fuming on Wednesday, @ Parra. This fucking druggo woman, (You could obviously tell), with red eyes, smelling like shit, and dressed like a fucking trashcan, walks up to me. Hey matey, can you spare a dollar, I need to make a phonecall. Well at that point, I really didn’t have any change (Not that I would give her any), but I said, nah, sorry, no change. She walks off and says “fucking cunt”. Well obviously I ignored that and walked off, but inside me, I was absolutely fuming. Who the fuck are you?. GET A FUCKING JOB. Seriously, what the fuck are these people doing with their lives. I don’t appreciate being called a FUCKING CUNT, when I don’t give you change. I know your not genuinely poor, you just spend your money on drugs and ciggarettes. GRR. Anyway, I might be over reacting, but it makes me angry, seeing people like that.

My boss, dickhead #2. Well, I realised I had the mid-sem for financial accounting, on a Saturday 5th Sep. Yea, okay, I called TWO weeks before saying I can’t make it. “Look mate, I made the roster 3 weeks ago, you tell me this now?” *Angry tone*. Okay, I admit my bad.. but its two weeks notice, your fucking requirement for notices. I tried being nice, and SMS’ed, look, I will come to work after my exam, and do other half of the night shift. I got no reply, and when I turned up to work, my roster hasn’t changed, even though I crossed my time out. He didn’t fill in anybody, nor verify my absence. I don’t know whats happened, but maybe he’s expecting me to turn up to work, and if I don’t he’ll find that reason to fire me?. MAN its PISSING ME OFF. I don’t want to confront him either, asking what the mother fuck is going on. So ANGRY. I will have to see whats going on. And maybe during my exam, I’ll be thinking about it all the way through. What a dick.

On another note,

Spamming started on my blog recently. I had about 60-70 spam comments on my wall a day, and flooded my email box a few times. It was all like “Insurance, costing next to nothing, join here”, “Boost your views, click here”, and all that shit. These guys a fucking idiots. All they’re causing is mess on my site. These advertisments DON’T FUCKING WORK. Get it into your head. It’s like telemarketing. “Hey, buy this product”. I’m only angry becuase my email box got flooded that day, and drove me nuts. I had to delete every single one of those comments from my blog, and emails. Luckily, I found a spam patch, which I installed, and blocked all that shit off.

I recently got scam emails too, “Our governemnt is offering $2.8 million US, and you are the beneficiary. We will transfer after you give us your ID and bank #”. HAHAHA really think I’d fall for that?. Keep dreaming. I feel REALLY REALLY sorry for people that do fall for it, and send them their details. It’s so sad. People have had their life savings ripped off from these people. The shit thing is that, if you do reply to these emails or call those numbers, they’re all real. They would even reply to it, reclarifying it, or trying to talk you into their shit. These people are fucking lifeless, and seriously, I have to say this again. GET A FUCKING JOB. Scamming people like this is just fucking wrong okay. Not they understand what ‘wrong’ means. If I had that scammed money to buy food, I wouldn’t eat that food. It’s getting fed off people who end up losing their house, or life savings. GRR.

Roger, I encourage you to have a few gambles, or just to have fun when gambling, but not when you take it too far. This is the story. Wednesday two weeks ago - starts off with 50 dollars. Loses it all. Leeches $115.00 from Raymond, then another $20.00 from me, and loses it all. This Thursday again, after uni, quick gamble, $40.00 down. Again today, $70.00 down. Damn, its either you have EXTREMELY SHIT luck, or you’re just an idiot (not gambling right). Atleast one win? c’mon. Customised rules for roger.

Rule #1. Do not reach over to other peoples screen (Raymonds) to make a bet if you have lost. That is desparation. “I owe you man, look, trust me, 5 on black”

Rule #2. Do not borrow money after you have lost.

Rule #3. Do not think you can milk the casino, because you can’t. Play roulette as a game of luck, not strategy. Max % on roulette is 66.6%. Don’t get cocky please.

Rule #4. Making pussy bets will make you go NO WHERE with roulette. Observing your loss, you have been going by this. -$2.00, -$5.00, -$3.00, -$5.00, -$10.00, and yea, it builds up. When you DID win, it was up by $2.00.

Rule #5. Don’t get cocky. e.g Walking up to people, buying a drink then saying “With that money, I could’ve bought 10x what you have there”. Too cocky. Casino not easy to milk from.

Rule #6. Watch out for loan sharks. Your dick will get chopped off if you get too desparate for money.

Last of all. Please quit while your only $285.00 down. Next down will be your house and your dick… jks.

HAHA Roger doesn’t read this blog, oh well, it’s helpful gambling rules :). Get a counsellor if you really need one. You’ve gone to star city too much :).

So that ends my little rant/blog/talk.

Damn I’ve been sick recently. Since back from when I got back from Melbourne, but it just hasn’t come out. I feel it in my head, in my nose, in my throat. Theres this heavy itch/pain. What’s fucked is, I think I’ve been too busy, to let it inflame. Like it’s either I’m working, or I’m at uni, or out at the city drinking, or doing a driving lesson, or a friend coming over or god knows what… I don’t know. I don’t think I’ve had a day off to do something myself for a while. I wake up in the mornings feeling tired and my nose itches, like I have a cold or flu. It feels so fking bad. Then when the day starts, I kind of forget about it.

Anyways,

G’Nite.

p.s Haha, the title of the blog really does suit this article. Really, why so serious?

As in my last post, I made a vow to gamble away $500.00 and GTFO gambling, but that does not look like it will have much effect.

So this is the whole story, of that mega crazy awesome night.

We checked into the hotel room, and chilled for like an hour, and then proceeded downstairs to the function…, which I didn’t end up attending. So me and Nick went for a walk out on George street, and got some food from market city.. and then WTF, bumped into ken/alias/jackiechan and all that, walking the other direction.

Just joined then, and went drinking at Sharkies.

Oh man, I made a vow not to drink before gambling, but didn’t resist, and chained it hard.

Rofl, without even realising, I ended up shouting like 130 bux of shots and drinks, and it just all went on credit card. But who care’s now, I made it back (later on). I took only 6 shots though, and had two glasses of beer..

After that, I felt like a quick sleep, and caught a taxi back to the hotel. Oh my god, when it got into starcity, this dude walked up to the door, and opened it for me. Welcome to the hotel sir, can I take your bags (I didn’t have any bags). THAT WAS so kool. Anyway, lyed down for about.. 3 seconds, and Frank called and told me to go to the function.. and I ended up going, with my head spinning. There he is, level 3 ball room (classy shit mang), with his trophy and prize money, and won that prize being the top business or something. It was in this classy ballroom, and we got wine poured by these waiters, and man, I couldnt drink anymore. But meh, in celebration, had a glass of wine.

So that’s that. I was so tipsy at that point. When we decided to go upstairs, I lyed down for about another 5 minutes, before Frank was like, fuck lets gamble. Great, he was tipsy at that point too. So I out of my roll of 500, I took out $100, and headed downstairs. First thing I walk into is a roulette table, with 6 blacks in a row. I cashed 100 bux in chips and put it on fucking black, then too late to take my bet back (what I was meant to do was put it on red..). I was like FUCK.., I have no idea why I put it on black. But guess what, the 7th black came up. I doubled that 100. What the shit?. So I had 200 bux. BUT THEN I decided to do a bet on Red, which was 200 dollars. I doubled that on the spot. So that was logical. In that first 15 minutes of walking in, I was @ $400.00

I’m surprised they let me into the casino, my face was fucking red, and couldn’t even walk straight at that time. I sat down on a random table for a bit, and watched ppl play roulette. Then I saw Frank, at a random table. “Hey Frank, do you know what your playing?” - looks at the sign, and it says “pontoon”. “FUCK I thoguht I was playing blackjack”. MAN that was funny. He was 390 dollars up too. LOL’ed so hard.

I was so loud in the casino that night. But it was damn crowded, so it was okay. I needed to squeeze my head in throguh ppls asses to make bets.

So I played a round of pontoon, and put 40 bux down, and doubled it. It was a game similar to blackjack, but meh, I just played along, doubled it, and fucked off.

I played roulette for the rest of the night, and at one point, I put 10 dollars on number 25. KABOOM, it lands on 25. HAAH I screamed SOOO LOUD the dealer was like, please be quiet sir. Sean was like WTFING to the max. So I made a quick $360.00 dollars on the spot.

Then I just played streaking, watching for 6-7 blacks in a row, and putting absurd bets on the odd colour. I got to about 1100.00 dollars, when I decided to hand over 1000.00 dollars to Sean to hold. And yea, that kept me safe for a bit. With that remaining 100 dollars, I got up to about 700 again, but then lost it all..

I ended up lending Frank money too, like 50 bux/100 bux at at time.  Then gave 20 bux to Sean to gamble, and dunno. I think I might have even dropped a 100 dollar chip somewhere without noticing. But basically I had handfuls of chips, everywhere, some in my pocket, some in my hand, and like everywhere.

First hit of the night (100 dollar chips, 25’s and 5’s)

Then Viray and Roger came by to watch, and play. Roger, shit guy. Put 20 bux into the machine, and keeps on doing 2 dollars or 4 dollars on colours. He basically went up by 2 dollars, then lost 2 dollars, then won 4 dollars, and losing 4 dollars, and etc. He spent an hour in that shitty electronic roulette machine, ending up winning like 4 bux LOL.

Anyway, I put a 25 dollar chip down that night, on a corner of 22, and it landed on 22 too that night. I won 225.00 dollars. At that point, Viray told me to cash out, and yea, I did cash out.

The night was quite controlled I have to admit.

I cashed out all the money, and put it into the safe in the hotel room. And went back downstairs to watch for a bit.

Stupid thing was, I borrowed 100 off Frank AGAIN, and doubled it again LOL. Cashed that out, and that was IT.

Went upstairs, took a shower, and went to bed. (Holding the bundle of cash in my hand). I had a dent in my hand the next morning, but LOL.

Sean and Frank came back from their gambling, and yea, they basically lost it all LOL. Oh well’s.

But truthfully, that whole night was dellusional (if thats the word). I don’t remember much, but it was just wheels spinning, losing/winning, and like I dunno. My head was spinning, and having the money and all that, was just all dellusional. The next morning I woke up, I was like .. wow.., that was a crazy night..

So yea, we got up the next morning, and went to the buffet breakfast. Shit thing, was on the way, I decided to gamble 50 bux. LOL. So on the way to the buffet, we had to walk throguh the casino. It was just so hard to resist.

Then after brekkie, I went limousine office, to ask how much a limo was. IT WAS $165.00!!, from City to Hurstville.

But I didn’t end up getting it. Had work.

I gave 10 bux to Frank to get home (he lost everything). I shouted Sean a taxi ride, and I gave myself a taxi ride to work.

I am thinking about doing this thing every year. Like a proper crazy night out. Because it was just an awesome feeling. Get a little tipsy, bring a wad of cash, hire out a hotel room, order a limousine, and go in a suit. The only thing missing is Cuban Cigars.. damn totally forgot that night.

That whole night and day I was in a suit. But then catching a limo to work would have been too far. My boss would have killed me.

So anyway, doing this thing every year would be awesome. Like save up for this day, hire a hotel room and all that shit, and just highroll for the night. Call it a highroller night or someshit.

So anway, that night, I was in profit of $1090.00.

The whole day I was carrying 1590.00 worth of cash, and a few coins in my pocket. Man it was shit catching a train home.

Anyway, looks like nearly all the posts I have made in these past few weeks have been about gambling,

I assure you’s now that the next one will have no relation to gambling, and this is the end of it. For a while, or maybe forever.

I spent $175.00 of my winnings on lotto tickets, just for fun. (4 mega picks and 2 system 9 games). LOL.

The Beginning. (50’s)

The End. (100’s)

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Victoreks

These few weeks have been pretty hectic.

Started with a nice win @ clube central @ Hurstivlle on roulette

This is the story

Went drinking about 2 days before uni started. After work, got a call from Nick.. to go out drinking and clubbing. I actually decided to go, not knowing anyone that actually went, except for Nick and Magrat. It was some girls birthday party. So yea, me/Nick and Marg went pre drinks. I started iwth 4 shots.. then after, at the club, had another 5.. and 2 more after. Man that was crazy.. got really tipsy, but it was awesome. The music and all that just sank in.. RIVERSIDE MOTHERF*CKER. Oh my god that song makes me go fking crazy. Haven’t done this for a while…, well actually, haven’t drunk that much since.. that Havana party a while ago, after chucking up.

So thats that. That night, I really don’t know why, but I wanted to gamble so bad, and I wanted to play number 25 on roulette. It got to a point where it was annoying, and yea. I was stopped from gambling that night :@. Probably because I was a little drunk. Anyway, that number 25, next morning, I went to Hurstville Clube Central with Nick. I put in 2 dollars, and put it straight on 25. It landed on 25. RIGHT on it, and on the first go. Out of 36 numbers, I walked in, sat down, and 2 dollars on 25. I won 72 dollars, in that instant. So I decided to put another 2 dollars on a corner of 25, and rofl, it landed on 25 again.., and instantly won 45 dollars. I cashed out after that, and a third fucking 25 came out. AAH, if I had 100 bux on 25, it would’ve been 3600 dollars. 36x the bet. Hectuc. Anyway, 3 25’s came out in a row. That is like 3/111 chance of happening, and it just happened on front of my face.

When I walked in the club, and entered the 2 dollars, and put it on 25, the old guy nxt to me was like, what the fuck is this guy doing. It looked stupid, but also looked like I rigged the system or some shit. He gave me the biggest dirty. It was like 3 minutes of luck.

So after doing that, we went pho, and played pool. The machine, miraclously fed out 4 solid balls, which were #5’s. It was probably because people kept on using balls on other tables nd shit, but watever.

Nick was like, ok, you gotta put 2 bux on #5.

And so I did, walked back to the roulette, and set 2 dollars straight on number 5.

The wheel span, and it landed on number 5.

I screamed so loud everyone turned around and looked. Nick was like holy shit.. o.o

It’s like everything just happened right.

Then I cashed out, and fuck oath, the number that came up after I cashed out was 25 again.

Man that was one crazy ‘luck’ day. Everything just happened right.

I spent the winnings on lottery tickets.. which only two games won..

of Division 7. Meh still good.

Oh the day after, I saw a shooting star too. That was something I’d never seen before either, but it’s interesting.

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Melbourne… was an awesome trip. My parents did a conference there, and I went along. I did however, have a choice of staying home, or going. And I chose to go, because I didn’t want to stay home alone for a week (I know that sounds childish).

Alot of the times, I just explored Melbourne, while my parents were at the 6 day conference. It was basically me alone for 6 days. I did explore alot of things. The tram network was something that amazes me. It literally expands out of the city, in ratio to like Sydney to Wollongong distance. I chose a random tram to catch, which went to ‘Bundora’, and I had no idea where it was. Well it was 50 minutes away, and it was a farmland/dead place. It was about, a one and a half hour trip, to and from the city. That was pretty amazing. I wish a tram network would run like that in Sydney. It would make things so much easier.

So thats that. Other times, I just bummed at an internet cafe, and chat, and twitter and all that. I’d probably spent about 30-40 bux in total, for the 6 days, just on internet cafe. It is quite sad but yea. I however did use the excuse of ‘internet cafe’ to end up going to Crown casino. That place is just absolutely amazing.

Flame fountains, glowing and moving chandeliers, and the size of a football stadium. It’s like maybe 6 times the size of star city. It’s just amazing.

So I went there many times. I know my parents are against it, but I was just bored shitless, and I did feel like a little gamble. It is becoming a problem now, and I have realised. It started with $50.00, and yea, it was a quick fun gamble. I acutally got up to about 170 dollars, then lost it all. Cashed out again, and played again. Lost again. And, yea.. In total I lost about $240.00. It’s sad, but I am grateful, that I have the chance to quit early. I do not want to end up like one of those old Asian men, that end up fucking up their lives over gambling. I am going to make a vow to myself, that after this Friday, I will never gamble again. This Friday, is because, Frank won a room in Star City, and I’m going to probably overnight it, and maybe club a bit or wateva, but the main thing, gamble. It will be $500.00, blunt, and I hope I lose it. So it will be a lesson. This is the last time I am going to gamble.

Here, I collected the chip.

I’ve been collecting all casino chips haha, from StarCity and Canberra Casino.

This is a strange thing I’ve been thinking about. I am a penny pincher, a cheapass. Like, for example, I will find the cheapest food to eat, I will try look for bargains, use coupons, and like if I’m thirsty, I wouldn’t go and buy a drink, and probably wait till I get home. Like that sort of typical money saver. What makes gambling so important, that I would take out hundreds of dollars, to play. It’s strange. Maybe it’s because I get the sense of winning, and it’s “worth” playing. But in the end, it’s just loss. Gambling is another dimension for peoples worlds. It’s just so weird.

Anyway off this gambling thing.

APL was actually quite interesting (APL isn’t gambling thanks). I went to two games, one at St Kilda and one in Melbounre Bar. Both of the games consisted of 11 players. It’s so tiny compared to Sydney poker games. So basically, it’s just two tables, and we play till people get knocked out. I didn’t make it very far though. Once, I had three Aces, pockets on my hand, and one on the flop. Went all in, and got rivered with a straight, by some random rapist looking bogan guy. Damn that was sad for me. The second game, I got to about 4th last, and yea, fucked up I guess. It was pretty interesting playing there. And the weird thing was that, the 11 players, all 11 knew eachother. They have like their own little group. They probably play weekly. It was just so random of me to pop up, and join.

Talking about APL, I went for a haircut the day after the first comp. And I spent like 30 minutes looking for a place for haircuts under $10.00, and I ended up walking out of the CBD, and found one for 9 dollars. I walk in, and the guy that did my haircut, was the exact APL admin guy. What a coincidence. It was his ’second job’. What are the chances of randomly getting a haircut from that guy, in a city I have no idea about. A similar thing happened in Sydney not too long ago. I sat down on a train, and got bored, pulled off a sticker off my bottle, and stuck if on the window next to my seat. So thats that. 3 days later, I catch the train, to a totally different line, walk down the stairs, and sit down. To my right, there was that sticker. I just happen to get on that exact carriage, exact seat, and subcoinciously. It might not be amazing, but it ‘WTF’ed me pretty hard.

So going on about the Melbourne Trip,

I went shopping by myself. Went down the main shopping street .. Elizabeth Street, and many of the alleyway shops. It’s so interesting. Their alleyways aren’t alleyways. It’s just narrow streets with coffee bars, and fashion stores. It’s sort of like Newtown, or that place in the Rocks, where theres coffee’s nd shit. I ended up buying a woolen vest, black pants and black shoes. It was 295.00 in total. Loved it. Things are cheap, original, and good quality. Love it. I mainly bought black shoes, because I’ve been wearing black school shoes to work, and it’s just shit. It’s turning greenish, like theres mould growing on it or something. And the fact its not proper black shoes, and it’s childrens school shoes, just makes it douche. Funny.

My parents bought me a Zippo. How random, but they thoughtI might like it. Which I do. It’s fucking sexy. Has an Ace of Spades carved on it.

Thats about all I did in Melbourne. I really love it there.

It feels like we’ve left so much out when Frank / Seano went. It seemed we just followed mainstream stuff, and didn’t really explore much. I guess thats what happens on unplanned trips.

But now, I know Melbourne back to front (the CBD). I actually want to live there sometime. Meh.. thinking too far.

Anyway,

Lately I’ve been thinking. I want to live a life of experience. I’ve been thinking way too much, and wanting to do way too many things in life. It ranges from sitting on a train, thinking of being a train driver, to flying a plane, or even just retail. Theres just so many things out there, and it’s not worth staying in one thing for the rest of your life. I want to run a train, fly a plane, be a telemarketer, sell shoes at a shoe store, be a plumber and fix pipes, music, art and omg, I dunno, it just comes to my mind when I see different things happening. I know it’s not good, because I will have no career in life, and I could be the only retard thinking like this, but, it satisfies me.

Lastly..

Uni hasn’t been that great or much of a deal. I missed the first week of stuff, but I don’t mind. Textbooks bugged me alot. It was $550 something dollars. I mean.. fuck.. seriously. It costs so much. And the thing that annoys me is that, it’s per semester. FUCKS sake, is that the way of making money? Oh hey, lets charge 175 dollars for this book, and for this semester, and 130 dollars for this other book, and 150 for this, and etc. Maybe I’m over reacting, but it annoys me. If only we had that borrowing system, like in high school. I guess not. And second hand textbooks, I really can’t be fucked to sell or buy. Maybe at the end of uni. The prices just bug me.

Today was alright, I had a 1 hour tutorial, and finished. 2 hour travel for a 50 minute tutorial. How depressing. But thats just this week. Business law starts second week, so it will be worth going to then. I finished the day with pool with one of my uni friends.. then went Circular Quay to watch Sean/Jared/Matt in the bridge building competition. Funny. They didn’t even put on the first weight.. and lost the competition. Oh well. And.. sadly, we went star city again today, and I lost $70.00. So that’s about it.

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Victaaaaah

p.s I quit facebook…

Damn facebook wastes so much time. Sean changed my password awesome.

But damn I’m totally into twitter now. Updating like ever 30 minutes. Damn twitter is so much better though. It’s like a naked version of Facebook. Anyway, it’s like this blog, but it’s like nearly live updated. I’m going to tweet alot more now.

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Pictures attached

Recently, everything just happens to be a coincidence, and it actually scares me a little now.

Firstly, a few days ago, twice in a row, I pulled out my phone, to check the time, and each time I looked at the time, an incoming call came in. The first one was from Jared and second was from Sean. Something similar happened with MSN. I opened a convo, and as soon as I double clicked, and got ready to type something, they type “hey”. What’s going on?

Secondly, yesterday, my friend called, while I was at orientation day in Parra. Hey meet up at Central?.. and I was like, nah, I’m at Parra. Probably be at Central in an hour. So they said they were going to be home in half an hour. So definitely, I wont be able to see them. Then when I did get to Redfern, and when the train came. I walked towards the door, and guess what. There they were. What the fuck, is all I had to say. I just happen to be at that exact carriage, at that exact door, at the exact right time.

Another scenario this week. Jared called me to go JBhifi, but I was at home, getting ready to get to work. So I said I couldn’t make it. Cool. So when I got to Wolli, changing trains for the airport, a train passes my train, going the opposite direction. Guess who I see, sitting near the window. I say. What the fuck? again. I would have thought he went home, or atleast stayed longer, but nooo, we happen to be at the exact stop, at the exact time. Scares me. Fate?

These coincidences really scare me, and I wonder if it means something. They don’t just happen.

Oh yea, we decided to go the Casino again last Wednesday. This is another one of those scary fate things. Frank, for about 2 hours, played blackjack. Okay, he won some money. Didn’t play on roulette or anything. But when we were walking towards the cashier, just about to leave the casino, he randomly took out 5 bux, and put it on #28 in roulette. That was the first game of roulette he played in the day. Out of all those fucking numbers, he puts 5 bux on 28. Guess what.., the ball lands on 28. He won 36 times his money, and walked off with 180 dollars, in that last 3 minutes before leaving. I mean, how fucking weird is that. Out of all those numbers, he put it on 28, and it really actually landed on 28. What the hell. It’s either fate or just some real good luck charm.

Anyway, out of this whole superstition/fate topic.

Uni is going to start next week. How horrible. The 6 weeks just flew by like that. I was worried about my marks all that time, but I acutally went alright. Credit average. Surprisingly, I got CREDIT for accounting. But when I calcualted my marks, I actually barely got 32/60. I guess my semester marks pulled me up, while the final dragged me down. Anyway, its actually kind of sad, that holidays are over, and uni is starting again. But then again, holidays can’t be forever, and uni is just a change in routine.

This semester is going to be a hectic one. The subjects I chose are pretty GG. In one of the released lecture slides, it claimed the Autumn 2009 session average was 14.7/60. That scared me. Business Law is the subject. Freaks me out seeing such thing.

Tutorials have been a bitch too. I raged so hard at it. I had my timetable set out a few days before hand, on excel, and had it drafted out on my diary. But when the day came, @ 11:30, 1:30 and 3:30 of the day, open for registration, one of them went through on time, and the other two, I was 35 seconds late, and at 1:31, my filled slots were full. I went fucking nuts. Instead of two days of uni, as originally planned, its now a randomly spread out timetable. With 4 hour breaks, and random days. I went absolutely crazy. Its so fucking stupid. It’s either my internet connection, or that just, the stupid uni system is rigged.

Anyway, since all of our Blacktown students are moving to Parramatta, me and my uni friend decided to pop down to Parra campus. Damn its good. The library and everything, is so high tech. Theres big sofas to study on, good cafateria, pool tables which are playable, alcohol bar, and omg, everything. Sooo good. The orientation was bullshit though. It was for first year students. Literally first time students, if thats the word. They were handing out diarys, how to register tutorials, giving out pens, and all that shit. We just joined the campus tour, and looked around. Did some textbook research and thats about it.

Transport is shit. Getting to uni is, two trains and a bus, or just three trains.

Oh well, it just looks like one hectic semester coming up. Sit tight :P.

My tax return came a few days ago. Fking happy. Going to blow some in the casino.

I’m going to buy a car soon too. I’ve been taking a massive amount of driving lessons recently, in desparate need of P’s. It would be so much easier, getting to university, going to work, getting to fucking anywhere I want. But, in totaly, I’ve done 6 hours, and my instructor booked my test, for 31st August. He is a really pushy instructor, but I like it. Second lesson in, I was on a highway, doing 70. I need to take 2 more lessons now, one for night time driving, and one for reverse parking. Then I’m set. Now its just practice and logbook writing ;), if you get what I mean.

I’ve spent the last few days looking at cars I want to buy. And stupidly enoguh, I want Mercs, BMW’s nd all that shit. Theres ones going for like 10K, but the milage, and brand is shit. And parts would cost a fortune, if anything did fuck up. So thats out of my range now. I realised cars will have to be something for the long term. Parts, registration, insurance, pinkslips, and all that shit. A good looking, sports car, or a good car, which the price is too good to be true, the car will cost more to fix, or in the long term, drain your money. So right now, I’m probably looking at an Audi A4, or even just a holden. My parents agreed to chip in wateva I chip in. So, that shall be alright for me. Can’t wait to fken drive……………

And…

Wow, another 1000 words down. I hope this is whats going to happen in this semesters assignments.

Goodbye.

Victor Xiong

Firstly, Michael Jackson.

Rest in peace. I was a great fan of you since I was like 6. Watched nearly all of your concerts on DVD, collected all your CD’s, and your music just makes me crazy. Respect x 100. And in my honest opinion, you did not molest kids, and I will stick by that. You have made great changes to this world and music.

The day I woke up, and Seano texted me “omg MJ died”, I was like.. bullshit? then when I turned on the TV, it was everywhere. Shocked. And especially two weeks before his major concert. That concert would’ve gone off. The tributes that other artists made towards him were just awesome, liek the ones at his funeral. Just awesome.

Well that has been in my mind for quite a bit. This brings me to another thing on facebook, about Michael Jackson. Perko and Avila. I know you guys like to be ‘different’ to other people, because it’s your ‘trend/phase’ or something. If MJ died, and people are sad, let them be so. Don’t carry on, on front of facebook to everyone, trolling on the pages, going “he deserved to die, that child molester”. I didn’t bother saying anything, but I think the argueing on facebook did its job. It makes me a tad angry reading it. All I got to say is, you’re cool. We all know you’re different to other people, you guys absolutely stand out.. you’re against MJ and telling the whole world!. (THUMBS UP!). yea not.

So thats MJ over with.

Little things these few weeks have been bugging me. It just pisses me off, everything people do, everything people say. When I’m on the streets, everything I look around pisses me off. I think I may need to see a psychiatrist or something. I’ll rant here now.

1. Indians, who are ‘hip’, and are in groups. They walk in a line across the pathway. They have no fucking idea whos behind them, whats behind them. It’s almost impossible to take over, unless I stick my hand between them, and go EXCUSE fucking me. It happened to me at central station one morning. I just nudged through, and ran for my train. I actaully pushed them a bit. I also realised, Indians cannot sit properly on a train seat. I don’t know if anyone has realised, but as soon as they are on the train, they slouch down and put their legs against the back of the seat on front of them. I think it’s like the Indian way of sitting. Don’t get me wrong, but I don’t have anything against Indians. They just annoy me sometimes.

2. People getting onto trains. Especially at Hurstville, asians have no ‘concept’ of letting people off the train first, then boarding. Well, first things first. The people on the train get off the train first, and then the people who want to get on, get on after them. Logic yea?. Well not for some people. I hate getting off the train, and seeing people crowding around the door, leaving me no space to get out. I saw a skip guy push an asian lady once at Hurstville. Not to the ground, but put his hand out and nudged her aside. Haha, these things are so little, but I’m blogging it for the sake of it. It’s a little rant.

3. Online trolls. This can relate to perko and avila, but I know them, so its not trolling. But people on forums, and people on youtube, trolling peoples videos, arguing, or saying complete offensive shit. Lol, all I know is, your a fat kid with glasses sitting on front of the computer, unsatisfied with life, but think you can become some sort of king, or ‘bully’ on the internet. It’s quite funny. Going against what people say, or just being dickhead on the internet wont make you anymore of who you are already. I know no body can track you down, or no body knows who you are. Yea, its a good thing no one will have a gun pointed to your head. Perko and Avila, if you were on a public MJ forum, and anyone tracked you down, I hope you stay alive.

4. People that brag and say bullshit about themselves. Well, Mr Vegimite boy, who got rescued by a helicopter. Funny, we went across him at Marketcity. We were like hi, and walked off. Then a huge bitchfest started. Well, what a life he’s living, he can probably leave UNI now, and live in a mansion. He makes $400′000 a year, has another 6 jobs lined up for him, has a broadway office, makes 32grand for websites and hes partnered with Matt Dwyer in an online business. Coming from all different people, the ‘6 jobs’ was told to someone, and then someone else was told the ‘400K’ thing and yea, a huge bitchfest started, because we all found out it was bullshit. Well he told me he had an office broadway. I lol’ed. lol’ed hard. GTFO uni man! your whole lifes set. you apparently make 32grand for 1 website!, awesome man, with no experience, you can make 32 grand a webby. A graduate website developer who just graduated barely even made 2K a website, yet alone someone who has nothing can make 32 grand. It’s not lotto !.  And, a website just cannot exceed 10K in value. Facebook itself was made free, until it started getting popular, and microsoft purchased a part for 300 million or something. Yet alone 32 grand a website. Two websites, and your whole year is set. Respect up man, I wish I was like you. Really.

5. Drivers who think they’re cool, because they have loud engines and drive faster than you. Congratufuckinglations mate. YOU’RE SO awesome. I wish I had a car like yours, and the skill to drive fast. I wish I thoguht I was the king of the road. Damn you’re cool. I should slow down my car just for you. ok, not. anyway, I’d keep a pile of bricks in my car. Chuck it at their windscreens. Or I can just buy a packet of thumbtacks. Pour it on front of their cars. Pop their fucking tyres. That ad with the people doing the pinky thing when people speed. It’s so true. I’m one of those people.

6. Tryhards. I think I’ve blogged about this before. People who have that strut when they walk, have earings, ‘gangstaaaa’ haircuts, have no respect for public, think they’re higher than other people. Leb’s especially, who are taking over Hurstville at the moment. We do NOT look up to you in any way. You are little ants that try to climb a ladder. No one respects you. NOBODY is scared of you. I know back in your country its torn up, grenaded, and AK47’s shooting up into the air, but in Australia, we are much more civilised. We do not go across Hurstville, walk on front of you expecting people to move for you. You are not the king of anything, and no body respects you. You are rubbish. Go fucking die. I respect Lebanese people, lawyers, pizza shops, dougies, doctors, and lebanese who are smart, and who can live peacefully with us.

7. People that cough and sneeze and not cover up their mouths. You are disgusting. Indians especially, they do it like, on purpose. Achoo, while still having their hands in their pockets. Or just coughing on the street, no hands covering it. I felt the wind on cheeks when they coughed. It’s absolutely disgusting. Especially on trains, I have this claustrophobic feeling. The germs or wateva will just be stuck in the train, until the doors open. ANYWAY,

THE END, of my little rant. These are things I think of when I’m on the train to work or something. I just sit there, staring out the window, sometimes in anger. Maybe I’m just one angry cunt.

I’ve had a pretty active holidays. I’m quite happy. Trying to make the most of it, before my results come out. I’m actually quite worried about my accounting. But, I just hope I pass everything.

Work has been the main thing I’ve been doing. It almost feels as thoguh I’ve been living there. Because its Uni holidays, my boss put me in so many filler shifts across the board. I had to fill many days, and basically did 5 day weeks. But it’s a good thing in terms of money, but its just fucking tiring. I get home everyday just collapsing onto bed.

My tax return is coming soon too! Quite a good amount coming back.

Which brings me to the topic of casinos

It’s become quite an addiction, and I’m not happy. It’s that thrill of winning and not winning, it’s like a rollercoaster ride with money. The first time I went was after the UTS cruise, and it stopped right outside star city. And so, I put in 20 dollars on roulette, and won 50 bux. Then decided to gamble away 30 dollars.. and lost it all. At that point it was just.. meh. 2 weeks ago, I went with Frank, he won $180.00 and I won $100.00. It was preh fking awesome. Then we organised another day to come. At that point, it was addicted. Watching that roulette wheel, spinning, and having money on that, is just such a thrill. At points I would be shaking and heart pumping like crazy.

The third time I ended up at starcity, I brought $300.00 I blew my first 200 on roulette, and yea, I ended up winning 1K. I was absolutely psyced. But I basically used that strategy of walking around, looking at tables with rows and rows of colours or patterns. Like I did 200 dollars at one go on a table which had 7 red’s in a row. I put 200 on black, and guess what.. I doubled it. So yea, I got to 1000 and stopped. Then I got greedy and decided to double it, and did it on an even number, because it had like 7 odd numbers in a row, but too bad, an 8th odd came up, and lost it all. It was such a crazy feeling, watching the wheel, and having 1000 dollars on the line. But I guess it was a shit decision to make, when either to double or nothing. Anyway, I was down to my last $100.00, and basically played it safe, and played corners/streets/colours. But surprisingly, I won 700 dollars from that. After that I said. OK thats it, lets gtfo. It’s so fucking addictive. At the end, we caught the starcity bus to Hurstville, and I caught a taxi home from there. Funny, we made a vow, that if we won anymore that 1K we’d catch a limo home.., and if we actually won anything more than 7K (just dreamin), we’d buy a ticket to Vegas.

When I got home, my parents raged. They called me throughout the night, and yea, they knew I was at star city. I got home, they asked how much a lost. But yea, they got angry. I tried to fix it by saying I’ll give them all the money. They said they’ll rip them up.. Oh well.. My dad just told me to spend it all so I wont go back to the casino, and yea promised that I wont step foot in one again.

Anyway, I spent the winnings on lottery tickets and scratchies, which was about $97.00. I have realised, lottery is quite cliche’d. So many people buy it, having hope they might win the “millions”. And waiting on front of the at night, looking at the draw, with a glimpse of hope of winning. I actually read this on Garmons blog a while ago. It’s so true. With the extra money, I also shouted Sean/Alvin/Frank on Thursday, at sizzler. Caught the taxi there and back, and yea. Blew alot of money. But that day, it was about 200 dollars blown. Then before that I shouted my parents dinner, which was about another 100. I followed my dads rules, “spend all the money, so you don’t gamble again”.

But, in relation to tax returns, I’m going to blow a partial amount for fun at the casino. Hopefully I lose, so I get over this whole casino thing. This breaks the promise, but.. Really I don’t know what to say.

SOOOO…. thats my whole casino encounter.

So yea, in the past weeks, its basically been work work work. I’ve been sick a few times these past few weeks. Been getting colds and flu , coming and going. It’s like going around everywhere. So weird. But shittily, Nick came over a few days ago, and he had swine flue. THE swine flue. He’s been taking TAMIflu and all that, and couldn’t get up for 2 weeks. Yea thanks so much, for coughing in my room, and touching everything in my room. I hope I don’t fucking get it.

Anyway, works cool sometimes. I’ve been seeing Lundys brother alot. Getting like 2-3 boxes every shift he’s there. Coolest guy ever. But ever since the first time, I’ve gotten sick of them so I have been giving them to Frank and Sean. I’ve had kremes for brekkie lunch and dinner on that week he gave me 3 boxes. It was just terrible. But I still ask for them, because its free. HAHA. Although I still eat it heaps. I got two boxes yesterday, and I’ve had like half the box already. Oh dear..

A few days ago, I caught up with the real Lundy. That night was pretty cool actually. Philip organised some hotpot thing.. even thoguh I don’t eat hotpot, I turned up. It was basically the whole techie group. People I haven’t seen for like 6 months, since last year formal. It’s cool catching up with them. We played poker, and ate, and etc. Awesome night. I had to go home early though. My parents raged, and yea.. FK.

A few weeks ago was also the uts cruise. That was awesome. Didn’t expect that much out of it, but it was awesome. Met alot of new ppl that night, and it was just fun. I didn’t drink though. I am actaully totally out of drinking now. It is probably becuase of that Havana night a few months ago, after I threw up. Drinking just hasn’t been my thing. So anyway, before the cruise, we watched transformers 2. Damn that movie is action packed. It was actually very very interesting. Then yea, we had dinner and got to the cruise. After that, we went maccas.. then star city. That was my first encounter with starcity gambling. I signed up for membership that night. Anyway, this whole starcity shit I’ve talked about, so yea. That night basically ended with sleeping in CityHunter. Thats a new awesome thing to do. Go to the net cafe after a long tiring night, and pay 5 dollars to sleep. Its cheaper than a hotel or some random accomodation. So yea, slept till about 7AM, and caught the train home. Damn it was one crazy night. Legs fully died.

Another night, I caught up with Kevin Chang. Pretty random, but it was the Sydney Tech music night. So we just called up and decided to pop down. We’ve been performing in that thing for the past 5 years in a row, and yea, it was interesting to check it out, and see how the school was going, and how the teachers and all that were going. The school has changed a little bit. They have a new basketball court, which was preh cool. It seems, they shifty’ed our pool fund, and built new things everywhere. Music teachers have changed, and things just seem more hightech now.

And yesterday night, we had another catch up with Jared/Ryan/Jack and etc. We just pooled and net cafe’d there. Then had dinner at Nandos. Randomly saw Viray that night too. But yea, it was a pretty random night.

On a shitter note.. uni starts soon. Have to tutorial registrate soon, sort out the timetable, and all that. The whole process again. Hopefully I will actually work hard and try this semester. Damn I say it all the time, but ‘this time’ I will try and put more effort into it. . . who am I shitting. But it’s going to be a dodgy start for me. I’m going to miss out the first week of uni, and going down to Melbourne with parents, for my dads business.. I actaully wanted to go, and told my parents that I had nothing on that week. But yea, I sort of realised uni starts on 27th, and not August. Oh well.

Driving lessons have also been a bugger for me. I want my P’s so badly atm, and I’ve been forking out tonnes of money on driving lessons. I can drive a little better now, and third lesson in, he put me onto Princes Highway. I was like fuck.. But theres just so much you have to remember when driving, it drives me nuts.

But anyway, it’s pissing me off, because I can’t practice on my dad’s car, and yea, it seems I have to rely on driving lessons, or just buy my own car, which.. will not happen.

Anyway, nobody’s going to read this blog, except me probably.

2900 words rounded.

Anyway,

ENfuckingJOY!.

-Victor Xiong

It has been quite relaxing after the exams, and I’ve tried to make the most of the holidays.

Firstly, I bought the classical guitar that I wanted. Pretty nice guitar. Nice sound, and just sexy looking. It was $319, so its pretty cheap. I was one of the first things I did after my last exam haha. Picture is attached.

I finished on the first two days of the exam period, so there was really nothing to do. Everyone else were still on exams.

Tuesday was alright. Johnny finished his last exam, and we basically went to Allans music to check out some guitars, and spent like 3 hours in that sound box, testing that blues amp. ITS fking crazy sounding. 15watt, but more powerful than a 50watt. Mainly because its tube based. But yea, killed so much time. We then went to play some pool, and went home after that. It killed my day basically. Oh and that night, I decided to download Twilight and watch it, since its such a ‘big hit’. Wasn’t that bad to be honest. More of a chick’s movie, and it was a little too mixed, like too rushed a bit. Meh.

Me and Sean decided to go Canberra a few days ago. It was pretty awesome, considering Canberra is an apparent ‘hole’. The bus tickets were $15.00. Pretty damn awesome. That was probably the main reason. Also, Frank provided us with accomidation and all that. So money saving! and yea. Lets say, I blew that money I saved @ the casino. $110 :@.

Roulette and Blackjack. I don’t get how the dealer can get a perfect blackjack like 4 times in a row. It pisses me off. Oh well.

So first night, we arrived @ 6:30 ish, and basically dropped our stuff off and went to dinner. Frank shouted us dinner @ some Korean restraunt. Preh good. Then we hit the casino, which yea.. dw.

The next day, was Questacon. It was awesome I have to say. It may be the childishest place I have ever been to, but it was interesting. It feels very weird to be hanging around like hundreds of primary school kids, checking out shit and going WOAH!! But whatever. It’s an interesting science museum. We then trekked our way over to Parliament house, and took some pictures. Pretty cool.

At night, Frank cooked dinner and we went clubbing after that. I didn’t actually drink much that night, so I was sober most of the time. Frank and his friend Sam took 25 standard drinks. Fucking crazy.

After all that clubbing, it was 5AM, and as soon as we got back, there was a room party going on in someones lodge. So rofl, we crashed there. free wine, drinks and ciggys. It’s pretty cool down at ANU. It’s like really free, and like people do the randomest shit there.

Friday was tiring. After that long night, we woke up at 12 and trekked to Subway to have breakfast. Frank bought Scabble and we decided to play that when we got home. It was damn interesting for some reason now. We actually wanted to watch a movie, but there just weren’t any good movies. Gonna wait for transformers lol.

At night we went to Dickson, this food suburb. Taxied our way there, and ate chinese. Then hit the casino again. FUCK. I lost $30.00, so it’s okay. I need to learn these tactics in the casino. Roulette and Blackjack. I shall read some google articles on how to play this shit.

Anyway, after the casino, we back to lodge, and played a few rounds of pool. I went to sleep because I have work on Saturday, but they were all downstairs drinking or some shit.

The next morning came, and we woke up at 6AM to catch the bus back to Sydney. Home sweet home. Got home, changed, and went straight to work. And.. I’m sick again. How great. I think its because of that night we went out. I wore only a shirt, and nothing else. I had a few drinks, became mega warm, and walked out into this 2 degree weather. I dunno. Right now, I have that really painful cough, and a headache lol.

But anyhow, these few days have been damn hectic I have to admit.

ANU is a damn awesome place too. Theres so much that you can do there. In the lodge commonroom, theres like a net cafe, TV with movies playing on it, pool tables, foozeball, pingpong, and like, mega chill out place. And the rooms are pretty awesome.

I shall visit down there again. Canberra is more interesting that I thought

Yesterday I had work again, but after I finished, I decided to pop down to KrispyKremes for some donuts. Well also to say hi to Richards brother, but yea, I wanted like 2-3 donuts, and hes like, dw, and started filling up boxes, and gave me 3 boxes of KrispyKremes. DID not expect that at all. I was like.. O.O. Crazy indeed.

Gonna get mega FAT.

Anyway, off to work again now.

Victor Xiong.

Ibanez Classic

Last week was basically study study study study. Well, 30 mins of study and 1 hour of CS per session. HAHA. jks..

Seano and Jared came over last Wednesday. Took my mind off CS.. I mean.. study. Just chilled and played guitar a bit. Oh yea, and played 4-5 hours of GTA IV. They seem more laid off about the exams than me :D.

Last friday was pretty interesting. Met up wtih Ryan nd Jared. Went to that Lindt cafe everyone talked about. First time I been there. Quite classy. Drinking chocolate syrup was also orgasmic. I mean, I ordered Iced Chocolate, but it was literally drinking thick rich choclateeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.. I’m totally thinking about it right now. After that, we had dinner at Hungry Jacks, and headed off to Ryans church. Pretty chillout place, and just did that Friday night youth group thing.

Exams..

I have got nothing to say about exams. It’s over and all, but there is no sign of relief. My accounting exam was horrific. My whole accounting was a 78% Distinction Average, but this exam, I think I might have failed. Failed as in lower than 50%. I wouldn’t care if I failed and dropped my average to 50%, but on the guideline, it said if I fail the exam, I fail the unit, no matter what the fuck I got in the semester. ITS SO FUCKING worrying ARGHHHH. The test was a complete blur, 3 Hours of just shit. Argh, if I fail.. I don’t know what I’m going to do. I swear, it’s such a waste of time and money, this uni thing. If I fail, I don’t want to come to uni anymore.  But then again, parents….

I’ve been having sleepless nights, thinking about what the hell I am going to do about all this.

Well, to take my mind off things “after” my last exam, I went to city, and met up with Frank. Played some pool and had dinner, and he set off back to Canbrezza. Then I went to UTS because Sean MADE me go, and wait for him to finish off his engineering, which he wasn’t even doing LOL. Sword fighting with cardboard with EddySon. How ineresting. So yea, after that, dragged him out and went home. UTS is pretty awesome. When you think about it, all of their stuff is RIGHT in the heart of the city. It’s so crazily awesome. I hope I end up there, if I don’t fail that FUCKING EXAM.

Well, holidays is up, and another 1.5 months of it.

Just schrillax.

I already have a list of what to do these holidays, and some goals of the holidays.

One of which, I’m going to Canberra with Seano next Wednesday. Hope it will be fun.

TODO:

1. Find a new job

2. Make a website

3. UTS Cruise

4. Catchup with people I haven’t seen in yonks.

5. Buy a guitar already

6. Record random shit

7. Take driving lessons and get my fken P’s

8. GTFO the house and do something.

Anyway, time to head off to holidays.

-Victor Xiong.

p.s I hope the fucken resuls won’t ruin my perferctly planned holidays.

And its already getting spammed with these advertisment comments. Gotta firewall this shiet from the server.

The past week has been quite alright. Haven’t been up to much. I’m staying at home today, and STUVACing this week, so its pretty boring, and I’m meant to be studying 8-).

I’ve also recently been conforming to ‘twitter’, because of Ryan. Twitter is basically a stripped down naked version of Facebook, and I admit, it is much easier, and quicker to use. And many of the updates from teams, news, celebs, and everything are up to date. Quite love it now.

On Friday night, had a quick catch up Nick, Jared, Raymond nd JackieChan. Just basically killed the day. Rayman called me in the arvo at like 2:30 asking me to go state. So I did end up leaving home, but saw a nice guitar @ Steves, so I stopped by and tested it for like 40-50 minutes. Then caught the train, and ended up meeting Jared. We went Allans nd JBHifi nd shit, but it was like 5:10 already, so the State library already closed. So bummer, I had my books but didnt go study. Then went home at like 10, playing pool and dinner nd shit. Randomly bumped into Garmon at pool too, pretty funny. Anyway what an inproductive day.

This guitar is a classical guitar that I’m talking about, which has electronics and pickups built in, and a smooth cut away. It’s going for an amazingly cheap price, which Steve can do, which is about 300ish. Considering it for now.

Saturday and Sunday was just work. Same shit over and over again. I did overtime on Saturday, doing a stocktake for the Virgin store, which involved counting every single fucking item in the store. But there was a team of like 30 people, so it was quick. Got home at like 1AM, but I got driven by boss. Random to the max. It was damn tiring too.

Sunday was interesting though. Jared’s parents organised a surprise birthday party, and we went in the morning. Me and Sean rushed out at like 9AM finding gifts and buying them. Quite last minute, but yea, it was cool. It was like catch up with like people we haven’t seen since high school, like Kostan/ChristieAdam/Pat and all that. I left early though, for work.

Uni is digging into me again now. Tests coming up in 8 days. Horrible. Don’t know how I’m going to cope, but I sure hope things go fine. Procrastination is digging into me hard too. I’m sitting here writing this blog, instead of having an open book and reading it. Horrible isn’t it. And a big 1200 word essay is due in 7 days too. I can’t wait till this is over.

Anyways, I’m off the study…

VictorX

I’m seeing this FML thing everywhere, don’t know if its an in joke, or just a new trendy abbreviation.

Anyway,

Nothing much has been happening. Uni, work and sleep.
I jigged my marketing class today, because I cbf’ed the 4 hour break in between. It was a relief today too, all classes have basically finished, and we have STUVAC. (for studying..haha.). and yea, stress will start again soon.

These long journeys on the train to uni have really hit me in the head, and it’s pissing me off. It literally takes for fucking ever to get to uni, and it is the most boringest, dullest three hours of the day, spent on the train. It makes me emo sometimes, just looking out the window, going .. what the fuck am I doing on here and sometimes I just look out the window and think about everything like its a dream, and when I get to my stop, forget everything and go WTF.

This week has been pretty relaxed to be honest. All our assignments are compelted and all classes are finished. I got many of my results back, one of which was my last accounting quiz, which I got a perfect 100. Accounting, I’m averaging a distinction for now, but Marketing, is a bare 55% pass. Although I havent got my Accounting group assignment back, which I honestly think we got like 1/15 for.
BusinessAS assignment is going to kill me. Its a 1200 word essay due in 2 weeks, which I have not even started. I don’t see myself starting it either, but I’ll try. Not a good mix with studying for the final exams.

Work in the weekend was intense. The traffic was quite overboard at the airport (air traffic). And I did the morning shifts, which really buggered me. I wake up to a night basically, because as soon as I step out that door, everything is still dark, and I still can see fucking stars in the sky. It drives me nuts sometimes, but oh well. I wished the snooze button would actually snooze for an extra 3 hours =].

Anyway, thats that.

Lebo’s is whats pissing me off at the moment too. On Sunday after work, at about 11PM, these tryhard Lebanese people, with their double cuts, and their Nike caps worn backwards, walked past this Indian guy and pushed him on the shoulder and whacked him across the head. It was quite empty that night, but I stood there for a bit and nodded my head and walked off. May not have been the smartest thing to do, but its enough for me to start bitching about these mother fuckers. I saw the guy as he came downt he escalators, and he was quite cut, and trembling (the Indian).

But srsly..

Who do these people think they? honestly, Gangster?, Does it make you feel good?. Having your haircuts like that, strutting, swearing every second word, pushing random people, even rolling people. Do you fuckers honestly think we look up to you, or make yourself any higher in this world? NOBODY looks up to you, NOBODY has respect for you, NOBODY thinks your cool, and no idea why you people live like that. Lebanese people are taking over Hurstville, originating from Dougies, but honestly, I like Lebanese people, I like Leb pizza, I respect the lawyers, doctors, and kebab shops. Not you fuckers who think you rule this world. Why don’t you’s do something with your life. Get a job instead of selling drugs. Get some real cash instead of cash you rob. I don’t know, but I can think of alot of things to say to you. This is not racist, as I do love Lebanese people, but just not the ones as described above.

Thats just a random rant that I wanted to get out of my system. Hope it has not offended anyone I know.

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Vic