tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54812032011-08-23T00:42:44.892+10:00RightyO. Here's where I should be really obnoxious and go "description? what's in a description? a description by any other name would still be a description", thereby cunningly evading any actual describing, but I shall refrain. If you're smart, the title and this bit here should have already provided an accurate enough description of what things'll be like. If not, well, it does say to abandon all hope up top. I suggest you do so.Timothynoreply@blogger.comBlogger3281100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481203.post-55744600838103652752010-10-18T23:24:00.000+11:002010-10-18T23:45:13.512+11:00

Hello, blogosphere! This is a ping for one Sophie Wong - are you still out there? I sent you an email, but your address has changed and I have no other means of communication! Leave a comment, if you are.

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I'm not sure who is still out there. This ping goes forth into the void, unknowing...I've begun activity elsewhere, and it will probably supersede this blog. Please, feel free to check out www.tfacpov.blogspot.com.I'll be seeing you!

Timothynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481203.post-39912723102114502882009-04-18T00:12:00.002+10:002009-04-18T00:16:13.039+10:00

I'm not sure that I agree with ALL of these, but it's an entertaining read nonetheless. * marks ones I agree with in particular.A man carries cash. A man looks out for those around him -- woman, friend, stranger. A man can cook eggs. A man can always find something good to watch on television. A man makes things -- a rock wall, a table, the tuition money. Or he rebuilds -- engines, watches,

Timothynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481203.post-42914386657136414772009-04-07T17:34:00.000+10:002009-04-07T17:35:04.819+10:00

Very well then! I shall return.Tomorrow, forsooth.

Timothynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481203.post-18234646117624085652009-02-24T20:58:00.002+11:002009-02-24T20:59:39.561+11:00

Testing Testing Testing. This is a ping! It's been an enormously long length of time since my last post. If this doesn't feel right/if I don't get any comments from anyone in a while/if I forget about blogging again, I may start completely afresh somewhere. Hit me back!

Timothynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481203.post-27019456445871248512007-12-19T04:25:00.000+11:002007-12-19T04:34:47.252+11:00

Spiritualists speak of insight achieved through stripping the physical body of necessities - through starvation, fasting, deprivation. Thus is satori achieved, sayeth the gurus - thus is revelatory revelation revealed.Perhaps that's why I find myself, at 1.30 in the morning, deprived of sleep, suddenly understanding - with an immediacy akin to cold water - that all along I've been operating under

Timothynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481203.post-50003175058271588372007-12-15T21:43:00.000+11:002007-12-15T21:54:41.377+11:00

Its a skill. A muscle. A way of thinking, of acting - operating - that one loses, with time.Time.Your ability to write atrophies, wasting away, day by day, until you find yourself avoiding the issue entirely - which of course only serves to hasten the entire process.Such things are not immutable, however, so here I make my stand, and vow to change!Maybe later.

Timothynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481203.post-17657268224893943172007-09-13T21:20:00.000+10:002007-09-13T21:41:31.298+10:00

Greetings, my (by now perhaps long gone) readers!I WILL construct a decent update soon, I solemnly swear, but for now, for posterity, a marvellous collection of facebook exchanges!It all began with this......Rebecca Reid:"You are online...And so am I...The weather is not fine...I want some pie...See, I could be a song writer. Yes yes I could"I wasn't going to let THAT stand, of course. So I

Timothynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481203.post-11587964943100909892007-04-01T17:25:00.000+10:002007-04-15T11:25:54.641+10:00

But good poetry lasts forever.Those of you that recall the last post, think not there is any ill will. But think, please.the floor falls out from underneathyou tremble, waver, wobblewhat was stone is now sandand the future mists over.

Timothynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481203.post-47189957730466824382007-03-19T22:38:00.000+11:002007-03-19T23:13:38.623+11:00

Old I grow,Cold and slow.Death becomes me'Ere I know.Well, I'm turning 21 in 9 days. 9 days, yes, that's right.On the 28th of March, 1986, I was born in a hospital in Newcastle, New South Wales, Australia, and the world was never the same again.The world just doesn't know it yet.So anyway. As one approaches this momentous, gigantic, horror-inspiring figure, one begins to contemplate certain

Timothynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481203.post-70335891378071841612007-03-03T09:57:00.000+11:002007-03-03T11:01:33.325+11:00

Well well well!Here I was, thinking "woe is me, woe is little old me, for not having any comments. Has the world forgotten me? Is my descent into damnation so utterly complete as to have wiped all trace of me from the Earth? Have I drowned, unknowing, in the hidden seas beneath Asia?" (that last bit is true - there IS a subterranean ocean underneath the Orient's feet!).So.I was wallowing in

Timothynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481203.post-1171730258965464182007-02-18T03:26:00.000+11:002007-02-26T17:10:45.740+11:00

- It feels great to spend effort on an important friendship and have one's efforts rewarded in the form of the recipient's pleasure and happiness. Especially vis "once in a lifetime" occasions! And even more especially on a tw_ _! (some jokes are worth reviving and continuing; some truths can best be expressed or hidden in jokes).- It sucks to find yourself growing steadily more accustomed to

Timothynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481203.post-1170653689957433612007-02-05T16:09:00.000+11:002007-02-21T03:24:23.706+11:00

Well then! Here I present to you, ladies and gentlemen, my very first FOUR OF A KIND I have ever received in Texas Hold-'Em Poker. that's right, i had all fours 2s! (True, its the lowest possible four of a kind, but hey i'm not complaining).My total profit off of this most amazing of hands? Five cents. Here stands, tall and proud, the inimitable Macdonalds Man!Made from the scraps and debris of

Timothynoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481203.post-1169212681395053092007-01-20T00:11:00.000+11:002007-02-04T12:59:41.526+11:00

A friend (Ting!) asked about the meaning/purpose/rationale behind the second half of my previous post, and the response I gave seemed worth posting here:Regarding my blog - one of my objectives was to get my readers (assuming I HAVE readers - Ha!) to sit back and reflect on the lives they find themselves leading, and to think to themselves if they're following the guidelines and strictures they,

Timothynoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481203.post-1168520275368607772007-01-11T23:28:00.000+11:002007-01-11T23:57:56.153+11:00

Perhaps I lack the cool quotient in sufficient quantities.I've been looking around blogs, and maybe I need to spice things up a little.Should I:a) Insert a random hyphen somewhere, a la www.un-deniable.com, or www.un-likeable.com, or maybe even www.---word--word-hyphen---.com? Will this make my readership increase, exponentially?b)should I come up with an inspired name? I could call it something

Timothynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481203.post-1165555614045210742006-12-08T15:52:00.000+11:002006-12-08T17:03:09.196+11:00

Short and simple this shall bePerhaps its the epitomeOf that virtue - Simplicity.In closing - I am Timothy.You see, 20 years ago, my prescient parents (alliteration!) knew that one day I would need a name that rhymed, a name that would fit, a name that BELONGED. and so they called me Timothy.This is purely a results post! I'm quite the happy trooper, because most things have gone up (and I wasn't

Timothynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481203.post-1164326042142352652006-11-24T10:10:00.000+11:002006-11-24T11:08:06.700+11:00

Well well well!The boy lives!The boy has even managed to scrape together a new template! Granted, it isn't a very flash template, neither is it a very pretty one, nor is it particularly musical/theatrical/artistic. But then we can't all be musicians/actors/gay, can we.Excuse that last bit if you're of a certain persuasion.Otherwise, of course, just have a laugh with me. Its not necessarily an

Timothynoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481203.post-1145798380220942812006-04-23T23:18:00.000+10:002006-04-23T23:19:40.230+10:00

StarsIn a perfect world, the stars would call to anyone and everyone – to all. Religions throughout the ages have started in deserts for a reason; the crisp nights and utter isolation leave one with clearer skies than anywhere else, giving the viewer a completely unadulterated view of the galaxies, the endless vista of bright points – the Universe, and a hint of the multitude of mysteries It

Timothynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481203.post-1143631493551355572006-03-29T22:21:00.000+11:002006-03-29T22:24:53.566+11:00

This thing is DEAD.Like, you know, DEAD.Dont know why though. Time was when blogging gave such a thrill. A sense of ACCOMPLISHMENT.maybe now I'm just doing more with my life. Sure, we'd all like to think so!=)Well. I'm assuming no one comes here any more, but anyway. I love the Conservatorium, its absolutely unreal. I love Australia (always have, always will). And I love Jacq! PBSiaBP! :DAnd that

Timothynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481203.post-1139073240938581772006-02-05T04:06:00.000+11:002006-02-05T04:14:00.950+11:00

oh to be able to do long blog posts again. I wish for the day!i guess when i begin commuting for several hours in Sydney and to Canberra there'll be all the time in the world. Oh joy overbrimming!Ah well. I'm still alive, for those that were planning a party.still alive, but barely kickingthe pulse machine is barely tickingi'm the marble God is flickingstraight towards the bagwe'd like to think

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Golden it shines, so brightthere's almost painPain is the mother of change.As vague as smokeReal as the SunTruth is central to both.Buried deep withinShining through your pupilsSecrets that are known.Nursed and cossetedOffered up in sacred blissGods like it when you're sincere.Returned in piecesMangled, broken,Spat upon, despised,Almost lovingly torn apart -Your dream, crushed.- - - - - - - -I

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Its funny, when we're growing up we make ourselves these little promises: Oh i'll never do that as a parent, oh i'll never be that gawky teen trying to fit in, oh i'll never be the person who lies about studying, oh i'll never be ______. you know what i mean. thing is, 10, 20 years down the track, if you have any metacognitive faculties at all, you realise you haven't quite stuck to the things

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Its been a while since I last came in here and said that its been a while since I said its been a while.If that made any sense to you, you're seeing something I didn't put there!(and no, the title means nothing at all. That shouldn't suprise you any more!)******I still find it deliciously self-assured, the way i always and unfailingly assume there are people out there, somewhere, who read my

Timothynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481203.post-1121687622534010622005-07-18T20:56:00.000+10:002005-07-18T21:53:42.600+10:00

LIFEIs short, usually not very fulfilling, and for us, depressingly, lasts for a shorter period of time than the Giant Sea Turtle.DEATHIs the culmination and end-point of Life, and is preceeded by scenes from one's life flashing past one's eyes. Contrary to popular myth, this does not occur when the skeleton with the sickle approaches. Rather, this is a process called LIVING.Short, fairly succint

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Its been far too long yet again. That's going to be like the catchphrase for this blog if I dont watch it, i swear.If you're wondering what the new title of my blog means, well do your homework! it never hurts to pick up a Renaissance phrase or two. for some strange and quirky reason it seems to make people think you're intelligent. God knows what goes thru some people's heads at times, i swear.*

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Once again, its been far far far too long. There's always so much going on in my head, and this blog, which was once a massive river of my outpourings, has now dwindled to something of a gurgling gully. A metaphor which is really rather apt.Here's to smashing down dams then!+++++++++Yes indeed, performing is the ultimate head trip. There's the anticipation, the rush, the crash afterwards, the

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I've never meant to hurt you, ever, and I really didn't mean to today. I'm sorry, and with everything I have in me I hope that you'll forgive me. I do love you, more than you know.*********************If you're wondering what that could be about, you'll never know!So. Nice to know that some people do care about whether or not I do new posts. Always flattering to know I'm being read! I don't

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Distubing fact of the day: I got the same SAT score as Joyce from school! How is that even possible?? (its a shame this is typed, rather than written - if it were the latter you would see how my pen strokes became deep and emotional as i wrote that sentence). I've never heard of anyone ELSE getting 1470 before! 1600, 1500, 1440, 1100 and all the rest, yeah, but someone i actually know getting

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It now seems it can't be stoppedSo let's go out with a bang.Let's end the show, and make damn sureIn the Firmament, Earth doesn't hang.Nuclear war? Hell, yeah let 'er ripPress those buttons for all we are worth.And when the dust settles, and no man's left aliveThen cockroaches shall rule all the Earth.Venus will laugh, Mars mourn our passingAnd Jupiter will sob for his son.But we will be gone (

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As soldiers, we sometimes just know when a cause becomes something we can't fight for any more. Somewhere down the line, when we're fighting hand-to-hand in the enemy trenches, battling tooth and nail, hand and claw, we realize - even while fighting for our lives - that we should just give up. That whatever point there was to start with has been so blunted by bloodshed and hate that it's now

Timothynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481203.post-1113114511072537452005-04-10T15:57:00.000+10:002005-04-10T16:28:31.076+10:00

Alright this's been boiling inside for quite a while now, and its about time I let it all out.JUST WHY THE FUCK DO SOME PEOPLE HATE LIMP BIZKIT SO MUCH?ok now I'm aware that some people may regard this as something of a ridiculous question, rather akin to "why is the sky blue?" or "why is the sun yellow?". However, I put it to you, ladies and gentlemen: there is a logical and correct answer to

Timothynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481203.post-1112347697467534192005-04-01T18:10:00.000+10:002005-04-01T19:28:17.470+10:00

Alright so i've got a pretty damn glorious title up there don't I? Surely that must mean there's going to be some amazingly insightful text to read below, right?Right??Well anyway. As the loyal readers (if any) amongst you surely know, I like using the second law of thermodynamics in my writing a fair bit. (For those who are interested, the last time i checked there were 3 laws. Basically they

Timothynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481203.post-1112068437149228312005-03-29T13:53:00.000+10:002005-03-29T13:53:57.153+10:00

Well then! Happy Birthday to Me eh? 28th of March and i'm another year older - also presumably wiser, more mature, and slightly more failing in health. Most, however, consider that last element to be in bad taste.I definitely feel older. Its a rather depressing thing, truth be told.But still, it was a great birthday. Thanks must go out to all those who sent me well-wishes - i appreciate it

Timothynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481203.post-1111667257176693612005-03-24T22:41:00.000+11:002005-03-24T23:27:37.176+11:00

Leaving tomorrow, leaving me, leaving me without a shred of joy aside from that ever-so-tenuous connection of telephone-satellite-transferred data - all that stands between me and what feels like losing my mind. Rather like standing on the edge of a precipice with only cotton thread preventing the plunge.To say that its not the best of feelings would be somewhat of an understatement. You getting

Timothynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481203.post-1110257152897491072005-03-08T15:29:00.000+11:002005-03-11T13:47:14.670+11:00

My com crashed. Fuck. Moving past that short but succint expression of angst. I'm sure there are people who'll want to know my results viz. the A levels - whether because you want to laugh at my miserable failure to succeed, or to commiserate with me, or whatever. I dont give a fuck. but far be it from me to deny ye lesser beings the perverse joy of gloating. so here it is: A A B B No more, no

Timothynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481203.post-1109412361143707202005-02-26T20:16:00.000+11:002005-02-28T00:39:23.033+11:00

Could my inspiration be drying up? I logged on to Blogger today and I could barely think of anything to say. That is, of course, I had enough matter within my head that needed to be expelled to fill several planets' worth of books, but i couldn't EXPRESS it. I suppose even the best of people (read: Me) suffer from the occasional writer's block. I wonder how the average joe (read: Not me. No,

Timothynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481203.post-1108953994268385402005-02-21T12:46:00.000+11:002005-02-22T01:09:40.223+11:00

Have you ever had that feeling of not being able to write, despite desperately wanting to? Of having the words choke in your mouth, behind clenched teeth, longing to emerge via fingers or pen, or even through the vibration of vocal cords, but forever trapped? Of having phrases, sentences, entire fucking PARAGRAPHS of prose which needs to be given to Humanity via whatever your chosen medium, but

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there's been a fair bit floating thru my head, but right now the most important thing is:I GOT 1470 FOR MY SATS.Please leave now, if that affects you in any negative way you can possibly think of.Now.(Anyone ever read "AHWOSG"? its a very select group that have. you'll know what that is if you're one of them)First the breakdown: I got a perfect score for the verbal section (which for some reason

Timothynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481203.post-1107913339828410132005-02-09T12:37:00.000+11:002005-02-09T18:01:23.676+11:00

timothy harries has been mauled by several vicious, man-eating animals in his vehicle whilst making his way from beach resort to the drab place that is Singapore and/or (ooo imagine concurrent suffering!) has been captured by several parang-carrying terrorists who swam from the surrouding lovely islands of indonesia no less. oh well.

Timothynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481203.post-1106842564718225082005-01-28T02:36:00.000+11:002005-01-28T03:16:04.720+11:00

first of all: why the hell my weirdness quotient is so high, i do not know. But hey i take it as a perverse compliment! And its a test which actually makes some fucking sense, how's about that? I mean, an online test which a) makes sense b) gives a believable result (alright so i'm admitting to something there) and c) has DECENT questions is a fucking find. so take the test! no, i

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just a quickie/something short/a brief message from our sponsors (those would be me, come to think of it). I took my second SATS practice test today and got 1500 on the dot. I'm at once over the moon and not really surprised. Here's going for 1600 then! My fingers are crossed. (pardon the arrogance =)

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my girlfriend sits in the cinema, slowly dying. me and a friend have an empty, ever-winding conversation about the pros and cons, the joys and sorrows, of circumcision. i trawl the great sea of cyberspace with the net that is my mind, looking for a cheap thrill (and simultaneously hating my treacherous mind for using that phrase). I am a drifter. But hey, its all ok! *****************

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"Its a monster!" she said as she rolled 'cross the bed hid and covered her sweet pretty eyes "Its a monster!" she cried as she squirmed by my side and i looked straight at her in surprise. "Its a monster!" she screamed (yet still her eyes gleamed); she continued to shrink far away - "Its a monster!" she said, but came back 'cross the bed and then - there was naught more to say. this thing (i

Timothynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481203.post-1105279792917677552005-01-10T01:06:00.000+11:002005-01-10T01:09:52.916+11:00

well this is an intervention. no more green fonts whee control in small amounts better than none i suppose enjoooyy :) i have a feeling i'm going to be strangled oh well. ; jacq

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i had absolutely the best time of my life yesterday. (that would be the 5th. hint hint, people? or do i need a sledgehammer to drive it home?) wine, bag of chips, waves, GODDAMN FUCKING WINE OPENER WHICH WAS AN ABSOLUTE WASTE OF MY BLOODY CASH CONSIDERING I HAVE LIKE TEN AT HOME, BUT THIS IS OK, the beach in general, the supposed-and-suprisingly-genuine-apparent charm of using paper cups (however

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i'd say i'm back in real loud CAPS act like i think you care but why pretend? We are not friends Let's lay it on the table. There. A little bit of healthy cynicism to tide us all over into the fresh, wonderful, glowing opportunity that is 2005, right? But no. We should be cautiously optimistic at all times =) I havent quite been creating new works of literature (i.e. my blog posts. Here's

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thus far its been a funny season (of holidays, that is. in this case "holidays" encompasses Christmas and New Year. Oh alright and Hanukkah too). Christmas itself was rather mundane. No presents that got me going much or anything like that (although i am very impressed with the Lord of the Rings (say LOTR and i'll shoot you. ESPECIALLY *you, if you can get in here. hotmail's working now, btw!)

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i had one of the most hilarious conversations - or so i thought - via SMS i've had in a long time today, between me and a person who will, for the purposes of maintaining (did i spell that right?) privacy and anonymity and all that "Oh i'm a famous Hollywood star i must go undercover" lingo, be called *, in honour of a star with which said person is familiar, not being too fat to see his/her (no,

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. i start off this post with the symbolic dot. named variously the "full stop", the "period", the aforementioned "dot" and lastly the common "damn my pen leaked", the power of the dot is never to be underestimated. it can utterly halt an overly garrulous, unpleasantly verbose man, rendering him completely silent, unable to plague the world any longer with his incessant chattering. Like so: .

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young fools in love?? maybe, maybe. but i aint gonna be the one to just come out and say it!! after all, victor's already done it for me, no? =) these days it feels exceedingly weird to use that smiley. reminds me of times past. (this isn't pertinent to today's overall theme, but i must needs include it: I love my wallet! and the source of my wallet! and no i'm not talking abt the

Timothynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481203.post-1102190599360668262004-12-05T06:53:00.000+11:002004-12-05T07:03:19.360+11:00

i am completely exhausted right off my ass, and also completely tired, as well as being so wasted i'm genuinely about to collapse. but i must wash the smell of cigarettes off me before hitting the mattress or i fear i may never sleep. so. i felt i simply cldnt sleep without recording just - and only just - this night's events, because they are incrediby important to me. I absolutely love

Timothynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481203.post-1101993806976894782004-12-02T23:25:00.000+11:002004-12-03T00:23:26.976+11:00

Graduation night was initially a farce, but it became bittersweet and poignant towards the end of the night, i think. its funny...we're all so fickle. One minute we were all bored outta our heads, the next (altho admittedly after the most bored amongst us left..... maybe we had been poisoned) i was actually enjoying myself - and incredibly, missing my school, again. I'll never ever see Brother

Timothynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481203.post-1101797172546091282004-11-30T16:39:00.000+11:002004-11-30T17:46:12.546+11:00

omg omg i just heard a song with chris martin singing!! Can anyone tell i'm a Coldplay fan? haha. they ARE good. anyone who thinks otherwise is wrong on two counts: one, Coldplay is great, and two, i'm afraid you really cant think in the first place. Coldplay not being good is a thought which would never cross the mind of anyone with a brain anyway. There was this Measure for Measure essay

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I wasnt planning to post anything today (Its the Sabbath! "Thou shalt not work." "Thou shalt thus work on other days" is the part i tend to ignore) but i saw the tag left by "Spaceybumper" who's name i shall not use here - we all like our anonymity dont we? so this post is dedicated to and extrapolated from that tag. (ahhh extrapolated. the word rolls off the tongue. and then usually falls

Timothynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481203.post-1101125424913851902004-11-22T21:55:00.000+11:002004-11-22T23:18:30.443+11:00

I am done with economics!! (as is now, and ever shall be, the world without end, Amen) And with history!!! (at least until i take it up in University. Yes, i am serious. laugh not - it be most unbecoming) Yes, ladies and gentlemen. History ended today with Mr Rajoo's paper (In da BAG!) and Economics ended with the MCQ, DRQ and Case Study (In da.............. coffin.) And yes, i genuinely am

Timothynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481203.post-1100700016534901592004-11-17T23:08:00.000+11:002004-11-18T01:00:16.533+11:00

A mother was working in the kitchen, listening to her five-year-old son playing with his new electric train in the living room. She heard the train stop and her son say, "All of you b*stards who want off, get the hell off now, 'cause this is the last stop! And all of you b*stards who are getting on, get your ass in the train, cause we're going down the tracks." The horrified mother went in and

Timothynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481203.post-1100012627833022292004-11-10T01:13:00.000+11:002004-11-10T02:16:35.753+11:00

*Oh god i'm so glad you left. i'm sure this isn't how it's supposed to be. Euphoria's still bubbling deep within me. My only fear is that i'll get so high above my books i'll forget to study for the remaining exams. and THEN what use will Paper 1 be? I must remember Paper 1 isn't everything.

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What with GP and History having passed already, i'm feeling somewhat happy for my As thus far. i mean really, the GP essay question was a Godsend. "Assess the appeal and value of fantasy stories and films". That's like custom made for me. Plus, i did it before for Siva and it was my second best ever. so that's GREAT. History.... well there's uncertainty with the source based. (for the record,

Timothynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481203.post-1099364599528198372004-11-02T13:53:00.000+11:002004-11-02T14:03:19.526+11:00

Victor's latest post reverbrated deep within my midriff, because i threw up four fucking times sunday night between the godforsaken hour of 3.30 am and the oh-my-god-even-lucifer-wldnt-go-near-this hour of 5.30. NOT FUN. on the side though: just coz some guy threw up doesnt mean he was drinking right? you sure you're not letting racism thru vic? :) when DOES this "holy month" end anyhow? (

Timothynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481203.post-1098967833951653702004-10-28T22:36:00.000+10:002004-10-30T01:51:11.333+10:00

Alright here's the entry dedicated solely (well pretty much) to the systematic and ruthless slaughtering of the trashy, uselessly, printed-crap-that-trees-shouldn't-have-died-for that is Zephyr. By virtue of this entry's nature, there will be no holds barred, but also, i hope, a decent measure of detachment. Since such an endeavour will doubtless inspire the hatred of many, I write it under the

Timothynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481203.post-1098110299402597112004-10-19T00:03:00.000+10:002004-10-21T13:41:40.563+10:00

ok, so there's like SO much to talk about. (I just got my enlistment letter today. the dumb fucks actually expect me to enlist on the 8th of January next year. YEAH FUCKING RIGHT!! i'll burn my permanent residency and laugh in your faces. it does mean that i gotta leave soon though. OH WELL.) (i also had a pretty damn fun day with kelli and jacq on Monday. WAY TOO MANY SMOKES THOUGH. felt

Timothynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481203.post-1097504321310054112004-10-12T00:01:00.000+10:002004-10-12T00:18:41.310+10:00

~_Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha says: oh God whatever. crisis resolved once more. i like my humour dry. says: wad crisis? ~_ I think i've just booked my place in Hell. Wonder if Tiger Airways flies there on the weekend? says: oh my left arm spontaneously fell off my shoulder. but with some nifty needlework, i swiftly reattached it. ~_ I think i've just booked my place in Hell. Wonder if

Timothynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481203.post-1097420802635635732004-10-11T00:40:00.000+10:002004-10-11T01:08:41.100+10:00

once i had a bag of weed but then it disappeared thank God it then did turn up safely. not in my room as i had feared. i've spent pretty much the whole weekend thinking about nothing else. probably because next week's the last week of school ever, and it seems these days like school is the only thing which keeps us talking or in touch at all. but i digress. its funny how many fantastic

Timothynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481203.post-1096984718738654862004-10-05T22:41:00.000+10:002004-10-05T23:58:38.740+10:00

hmm several interesting things: Luck's finally on my side. Minutes after woe threatened to knock me senselessly to the floor like a once-prize fighter - stricken by the sorrow (alliteration! marks please) of once again, ONCE AGAIN i say, coming so close to getting that A2 for fucking Khoo (Rhyme!! gimme some marks goddamnit!), most saddened by my 69 - like a mathematical ray of light, said

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i thought this was absolutely hilarious: The Natalya's Odium fade ability turns the Assassin Ethereal in appearance once she has completed this set. This has no gameplay impact beyond looking very cool and making other players jealous. to actually come out and SAY something like that just seems funny to me. i dunno maybe i'm the only one. here's a new word (at least its new for me) :

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First off: "http://alithien.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_alithien_archive.html tim, this link holds june 03 entries, substitute 06 with relevant mths and you get your archives :) " Many thanks must be given (no No NO!!!!!) to Clara Woon for imparting this information to me in a blinding revelatory experience, in which she appeared to me as........................... a short chinese girl with black

Timothynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481203.post-1096038471889247382004-09-25T00:10:00.000+10:002004-09-25T01:25:29.733+10:00

Disclaimer: Today's post will be long, disjointed, messy, and far from cohesive. but then you've been reading up til this point anyway, havent you? *** i recently realised that some enlightened ppl in my class have arrived at the beautiful, utterly perfect solution for religious antagonism. If you find you can't get along with the beliefs of the religions around you, why then there's nothing

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in a way, this's about the most crushing thing i've ever experienced. the timing of this is also almost uncanny. its just abt one year. if i had last year's blog entries i cld compare the dates - they might even be the same! but nooooooooooo. i dont have archives. (yeah i know i know i KNOW. everyone shut the fuck up. i clicked "Archives" or whatever-the-fuck the button's called in my "Settings

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I thought of this one on the way home several days ago. "Horny Pheremon-y". not the most scientific of names, but that'd be the title i'd give to the pheremones that cause love and lust between ppl. when i came up with that, i was (obviously) thinking abt the interactions between ppl which cause love and lust and stuff. i was thinking: commonly accepted today is the idea that feelings of

Timothynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481203.post-1095259787005833402004-09-16T00:24:00.000+10:002004-09-16T00:49:47.006+10:00

hahahahaa i never thought i'd ever say it abt victor's blog, but his recent entry is fucking hilarious. (Disclaimer: this isn't to say its never funny. must be careful - i walk where angels like Miss Ho fear to tread. right?) i really liked the "come on bring it on! gimme 9hr long papers! econs lit hist, ALL IN ONE DAY! BRING IT MAN BRING IT! " that was the absolute BEST bit man. really, that was

Timothynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481203.post-1095155447569773432004-09-14T19:15:00.000+10:002004-09-14T19:50:47.570+10:00

seriously, sometimes you frustrate me so so SO DAMN MUCH. i've never ever talked abt you before (aside from the time i referred to you as a blank wall of incomprehension), but getting a point across is just pure hell sometimes. alright bitchiness aside......... several things: 1. A rather inauspicious start to the prelims (oh fuck GP. doesnt count for shit). econs was..................

Timothynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481203.post-1094982107763499512004-09-12T19:38:00.000+10:002004-09-12T19:41:47.763+10:00

my horoscope for the week reads: "During the early part of the week, try hard not to make an issue out of someone else's behaviour. If a situation is getting you down then it might be a good idea to start thinking about making a few changes." Now usually i dont set much store in this crap, but this one's pretty much spot on. I'm really about completely sick of your bullshit, lies and unending

Timothynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481203.post-1094652889735471542004-09-08T23:48:00.000+10:002004-09-09T00:14:49.736+10:00

y'noe those silly bouts of sentimentality we're all subject to sometimes? found myself looking thru stuff from my past relationships (god that sounds ridiculous doesnt it :D) and i FUCKING GOT CAUGHT UP IN IT AND DIDNT FUCKEN ('e' not 'i_g' to add some variety :D) STUDY THE WHOLE DAY. oooooooh well. what can be done now? (did anyone watch The Time Machine when it came out? MAJOR let down.

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people say things change, and i know its true. It'd be hard to put my finger on something that HASN'T changed. But i'd have to say, if i'd picked a few things that i thought wouldn't, this'd be one of them. I thought enough had happened by this year that it'd be beyond this. and all the protestations to the contrary don't count for anything. Not that i think you'd even bother to make those

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so they made a Judas out of him they strung him up for lies the deceptions of his peers - for that, for such this man shall die For they made a Judas out of him on him they heaped aspersions they blamed him for their sorrows on his shoulders heaped their burdens They made a Judas out of him and they cast him out, alone made him wonder, solitary and deprived him of a home yes they made a Judas

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despite my fucked up mood, i just had to return and blog this: Good News-Bad News Good News: Saddam Hussein has been found guilty of war atrocities and is set to face the penalties Bad News: Beckham is going to take them hahahhahaha. i love the guy. but hey, a joke's a joke.

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so what's new then, ladies and gentlemen? "Today my dog died." umm... so? "I got laid last night" yeah well, you and ten thousand other people. question is, was it good for me? i can't remember anything, so i'm guessing the answer's a resounding NO. "I actually managed to stick a pen all the way up my left nostril and out of my right ear today" now THAT, ladies and gentlemen, THAT is news.

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first off, an announcement: something i expected to happen at a much later date than yesterday has occured. i have, people, started actually studying. yes, i can hear the jaws hitting the floor already, but no, this is not a hoax. i was really starting to worry, coz i couldnt feel any of the anxiety and pressure that's so intrinsic to my studying process at all. hence a total lack of revision (

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Victor announced he'd like to be married by thirty, and have grown kids by forty. i hate to be the one to break it to you kiddo, but it wont quuuuuite work out the way you want. kids tend to take abt twenty odd years to become grown-up. funny how it takes twenty years to become a twenty year old, isn't it? why, its almost.......... LOGICAL, or some strange thing like that! :) alright

Timothynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481203.post-1092748101031097302004-08-17T22:49:00.000+10:002004-08-17T23:08:21.033+10:00

here's an interesting concept: what if no one in the world can actually afford a car like, say, a Ferrari? (i mean they are the best in the world and all that... lambo lovers can kiss my sharries. in the nicest possible sense, of course) its all just a huge lie perpetuated by the pretty-car-machine-makers. alright follow me with this one: let's make up a man, and let's call him Tom. actually

Timothynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481203.post-1092577185043638572004-08-15T22:56:00.000+10:002004-08-15T23:39:45.043+10:00

alright who read the Sunday Times today? hands in the air children. come on, raise them so i can see them - GET YOUR HAND OUT OF YOUR FUCKEN ASS AND IN THE AIR YOUNG MAN - (10 points for anyone who gets that reference - *myself excluded of course. leave a tag) did ya'll see that girl in the back? the blogger y'noe. anyhow it wasnt that bad!! i lost faith in it at first when i saw that the website

Timothynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481203.post-1092125920467681252004-08-10T17:20:00.000+10:002004-08-10T18:18:40.466+10:00

everybody cries they say everybody lies everybody breathes they say and everybody dies but somehow that seems strange to me that we should all believe so completely what is given us shoved in our faces. can you breath? for i feel "them" pressing down on me their weight upon my spine it crushes me and makes me small and their rules, they break my mind. ___________________________________________

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interesting day. couple of lessons learnt... only one of which is important enough to warrant recording here. sometimes one should just stop asking. really! oh yeah, i guess another one, also of paramount importance, is : I must stop needlessly sacrificing my pieces just because i think i can mate with just a queen and a rook. y'never know when a bishop and a knight (HORSE!) are gonna

Timothynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481203.post-1091545982985288812004-08-04T00:41:00.000+10:002004-08-04T01:13:02.986+10:00

y'noe there're some risks where you cant bring yourself to take them without having full knowledge of relevant stuff? well obviously knowing everything involved kinda stops it from being a risk any more, per se. but aside from that........ well you're never gonna have all the information, are you. ergo you're never gonna take the risk. so who knows what all of us might be missing? but then

Timothynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481203.post-1091458489487759082004-08-03T00:24:00.000+10:002004-08-03T00:54:49.486+10:00

i'm so wroth, my eyes make people die. (basically that means i'm really really angry. just in case you didnt know :D) you may be able to tell that i'm not, really. +big ass hug going out right here y'noe how some people can be so incredibly stupid? lessee.... here's an example. teacher comes into class and gives a test. student raises hand, and asks: "the test will end at 2.35pm

Timothynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481203.post-1091027788536212392004-07-29T00:57:00.000+10:002004-07-29T01:20:29.496+10:00

I turn to my mirror - that which reflects myself, that i can talk to and expect full comprehension from - and am met with only a bland, unwitting, confused wall which is of no use to me. and what good is that?   yellow ain't MY personal fav colour, but i'm guessing you'll catch the reference. the mirror metaphor isn't the best, but it does reflect (hahahaha) something of what i feel i guess.

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blogging on demand... demand for blogging... an industry which isn't worth entering into due to the massively high production costs involved, as well as non-cost factors like stress and forced creativity... PLUS Production and Cost notes sitting in my bag :)   some of you are, doubtless, wondering what all of that means. i'd tell you, i swear i would. in fact, i'd tell you straight away the

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an anvil's black and shiny and very heavy too so watch out my chubby friend or one may fall on you.     always good to start things on a nice cheerful note. who wouldn't want an anvil dropping on them, i mean really?   half caught glances like every FIVE FUCKEN MINUTES. (forgive me, i lie. six, maybe?) it can get kinda edgy/annoying/disturbing. i mean its not even flattering any more. of

Timothynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481203.post-1090337218772508292004-07-21T01:01:00.000+10:002004-07-21T01:33:36.540+10:00

there's a test tomorrow.   BUT I DON'T CARE.   people keep asking me fucken invasive questions.   BUT I DON'T CARE (anymore, that is).   sometimes the rest of the world gets on my fucken nerves.   i'd be lying if i said i don't care, even if i didnt say it in CAPS.             sometimes you just gotta wonder where the drive and all went. what'd it get sucked down into? some

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you know how sometimes you just wanna get on a bus, any bus, and ride and ride and ride and ride and ride and ride and ride and ride and ride, come what may.... and never ever ever look back? yeah... just doing things on impulse has a thrill all of its own. there's a sort of freedom in doing it - a release from the shackles (god i love that word) of normality, of "this is what we always do".

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hahahahhaahhahhaahhahahaha it kills me it really does, the absolute stupidity of it all. i said "maybe you should ______ __" and you said "aiyah its too late already la" so i got home, and thought "maybe i should change __ ____. but then i realised if i DID change __ ____ it'd be damn fucking _______ to _o_ and then presumbaly _o_ would follow the inevitable chain of connections back to ___

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hmm its kinda strange that the poem i closed with yesterday should've foreshadowed one of today's sentiments so uncannily. since it must be important, here it is again: sometimes i feel so alone i feel like i might die lonely like the sun, i feel. alone i drift across the sky. really, the emotion i picked was completely random. had nothing to do with how i felt at the time. like i said,

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some friend eh? sometimes i really dont know why i ever bothered with you..... why i stand up for you, even now. fucking fake. always have been, i guess. but everyone makes mistakes. the duality of those statements appeal strongly to me at the moment. not that anyone else outside of my head will understand what it is i'm saying. and that's quite likely a good thing. its funny really...

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we were talking abt things that Fahy's taught us..... things that we've learned from him. and this's one of the things (although i don't know if you were there :D). We should keep record of each day's events... because if we dont, if we have no concrete memory of what happened, what transpired that day, then what is the point of having lived it? take this as an example: just think of, say, the

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this is one of the funniest things ive come across in quite a while. be warned though: some slightly offensive content. but its all for fun so what the hell eh? enjoy! Online computer users often engage in what is affectionately known as "cybersex". Often the fantasies typed into keyboards and shared through Internet phone lines get pretty raunchy. However, as you'll see below, one of the

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"No way was this game a fix. The Danes kept on battling for a win, as did the Swedes. It was one of the best games of the tournament so far. Both teams demonstrated that passing the ball to one of your own players is more effective than passing it to an opponent. I wish that the clubs in the Scottish Premier League would adopt the same policy." HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

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~_what the fuck's wrong with the world?/i cant change my nick no more?/one same name makes life a bore/quit being paranooooooid ~_I'd change my nick to something from "What's the Story Morning Glory" but u aint around to see it so WHATEVER! ~_pot is good for everyone/smoke a joint and have some fun/or buy some real hard stuff like crack/be a monster in the sack ~_Lady Marijuana,

Timothynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481203.post-1087823800463199772004-06-21T22:21:00.000+10:002004-06-21T23:58:20.100+10:00

"well ____________ i hate to tell you, but ________ has some really nasty habits." "Huh? really ah? like what?" "uhhh maybe i shldnt man... ________ will get damn pissed." "no no i dont care. you say" "ok ok!! well, _______ likes to put hamsters in wooden boxes and drive nails into the box, and then shake the box vigorously.... helps her relieve tension" "she kicks dogs too" "WHAT? she kicks

Timothynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481203.post-1087570839070479622004-06-19T00:32:00.000+10:002004-06-19T01:00:39.070+10:00

~_were u outta ur head/were u outta ur mind/how e fuck cld u hav been so blind/bitch u need sum damn gd spectacles/& a new behind in a slightly nasty frame of mind tonight ++my master didnt finish me so he gave me a blade for a tongue++ get this part started on a saturday night/everybody's waiting for the weed to arrive/sending out a message to all of my friends/"hey all of you potheads

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havent done a testimonial for a while. i'm glad you like it. and i really do like yours :) wonder if anyone will get the t*** bit? ..................... NAH. every day its the same old fey fuckers' choke hold nay sayers break souls crush the damn mold fey eyes stare out from his haggard face but nothing do they see focused inward on the landscape of his mind. lightning,red and angry

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