Hello hummingbird.

Woke in the morning, feeling like some milk tea, 

no water in my face, where the fuck is Andy ?

before I look, make some tea and do my morning dance

I don't plan on leaving the house because I got no pants. 

I'm talking retro movie runs, runs

no contact with the sun, sun

twerking with my bum bum.

Drop-topping, playing my favourite MP3s

Pulling up to dat KFC

Trying to get mah Zinger, please!

DON'T STOP, MAKE IT POP

SERVER MAKE MY TWISTER HOT

TONIGHT, I'MMA EAT, TIL I CAN'T FIT MY SEAT

TICK TOCK, ON THE CLOCK BUT MY STOMACH WON'T STOP, NO 

(OHH-OH-OH-OH OH, OOH-OH-OH-OH)

Ain't got a care in the world but got plenty of food

Ain't got no money in my wallet 'cause of that birthday, dude. 

and now some Mormans line up, cause they hear all dat trance.

but then I kicked to the curb unless they join my pantsless dance.

I'm talking about 'errybody getting crunk, crunk

Subwoofer in my trunk, trunk (not yet, though)

Betty's looking sunk, sunk

and now I'm busting through my bathroom door,

need to leak before it pours, pours

oh, god somebody's at my door.

DON'T STOP, MAKE IT POP

ANDY, SHUT THE FUCK UP.

I'LL BE THERE IN A BIT, I JUST NEED TO CHUCK A SHIT

TICK TOCK, ON THE CLOCK BUT MY STOMACH WON'T STOP, NO 

(OHH-OH-OH-OH OH, OOH-OH-OH-OH)

I think that effectively sums my day.
Hoa is taking me out to go DFO tomorrow, that should be dope, haven't had much time with that guy :L he's a crack up. 

Geek in the pink.

"I don't know who you think you are
but if it's someone sexy
then okay."

Andy dumped water up my nose while I was sleeping this morning, I've seen it in cartoons and shit but that shit really does get you up, will remember for future reference, maybe it was just because it was cold as balls today.

I was told by Dante that a fish and chip shop opened up at Richlands, so I jumped on the idea that we should have breakfast there. Economical changes creep up on you on what seems like a weekly basis, something is always being built somewhere but no one really stands there and processes what the fuck just happened, it's almost as if everyone in the area prepared and set their expectations beforehand, which is something I've gotten out of the habit doing or so I think, I guess that's why is so foreign to me now.

I attended a super-super-duper birthday party with the intention of looking after people for once. Getting drunk and being loud is all well and good but every so often, I would see a party and just internally decided if I was to drink or not, this is happening more and more frequently as of late and at this point, I wouldn't be surprised if I don't drink at all anymore. I think I've lost my touch these past few years, I don't think I'm as "fun" as I used to be, there's something limiting me, making me feel guilt if I do go through getting totally shitfaced, so I hide behind the guise of "Oh, dude, I'm driving and shit" even though it wasn't something that would to stop me under my previous circumstances, maybe I'm starting to feel the responsibility of a provider and supporter. There are more important things than enjoying yourself, like everyone else, oh, and food.

Oh god, Hieu is talking to me about his love life, that guy needs to find the handle to his life or some shit.

It was good to see everyone again. I've learned that even if I did have a bad history with people, at least I was fortunate enough to have a history, so now, it feels like everyone is on a clean slate, I just can't be fucked anymore, It takes too much effort to even attempt to hate someone, let alone purposely avoid.
People are awesome. You're awesome. If you actually read this whole thing, I swear I owe you like, a coffee or something, my shout.

Wait for you.

"You're awkward,

but in a cute way.

Like an elevator ride,
but with puppies."

My little brother's computer is in the living room, he has his own room but refuses to stay, sleep and just be in it for some odd reason, I tell you this because the following story would not have made any sense otherwise.

*Dante turns off living room lights 

Me: Oh, you would.
Dante: Oh shit, it was an accident.
Andy: There are no accidents in this house (apparently I said that at one point.)
Dante: Except you.
Me: OOHHHHHHHHHHHHHH SHIITTTTTTTTTTTTTT *sings "Burn, baby, burn" by The Trammps

    I swear it was more funny when it happened. Promise. 

Right now I think I'm just looking for random shit post, none of which hold any significant meaning, well, not as much as I would like. I never would've thought I would run out of shit to type when I'm only a few months in, even I'm starting to lose interest in my own posts, not a good sign. I think I'll make more of an effort to be more out-going but then again, maybe I won't, It's a real hit-and-miss when it comes to me, I'll most likely forget I ever said that in around 20 minutes when I'm drinking my tea and wolfing down Tim Tams whilst watching Space Jam fully engulfed in my own blanket. Yeah, I don't think I'll be leaving my house for my own benefit anytime soon. I probably just described Heaven in it's purest form just then.

The hard way.

"Nothing makes me happier
than when I randomly quote a line from a movie or a television show
and then you know what I'm talking about
so you start doing it too,
and before I know it
we've been talking about nothing for hours.
It's the best."

Not too long ago, old mate Alex told me that my blog is really personal, something about it revealing my sense of insight and my thought process. I don't know if that's a good thing or not but either way, it sure doesn't feel that way. I don't know if it's because my standards for "privacy" isn't as high as others. To me, this blog is essentially a diary and that is something most would regard as personal, only difference is, mine doesn't have a lock, but I can't imagine having to constantly write your personal thoughts and experiences without letting anyone read it, it sounds unhealthy, almost like bottling life up and keeping it to yourself, sounds like a waste, too. I don't know, I can't speak for others but that's how I see it.

I keep a lot from my blog. You'd be amazed at the amount of times I've typed a paragraph and then just delete the whole thing, I don't know why, I guess I just deleted the things I know future me wouldn't need to know or want to be reminded of or maybe I'm just being considerate of the readers which is fucking stupid but once I knew there are some people who can be bothered to read something like this, I would like to make it something worth reading. It's a shame that I can't even remember all those paragraphs I've deleted. People are strange.

Little light.

"If your face was on a shirt,
I would buy that shirt,
wear it around town,
and tell people
"This is the face of a winner."

and everyone would be like
"Oh man I wish I had that shirt.""

Strange enough, I really have nothing to write about, nothing happened today, nothing at all, kinda scary. Wonder if like, I should do something or something.... It's a shame really, I enjoyed my day until I had to write about it, cause for the life of me, I can't think of anything I've done, other than chilling, listening to music and napping. I love those things but I can't say it's interesting cause it ain't and it sucks that I've only just realized that, hope this doesn't dim my view of what seemed like the best things to do, ever.

Her morning elegance.

"If anyone ever tells you to change,
just be like "I don't think so."
and then stop whatever you were doing and strut away

because you don't need to change,

and that would be a cool way to show it."

   Remember that time I said "I don't think I've laughed at a .gif my entire life." ?  I lied, DIS IS DA ONE.

The moment I graduated, I had prepared myself because I knew I would most likely never see the people around me that moment ever again, I figured if I kept to myself and left in a hurry that day, I wouldn't have to go through the entire "we'll catch up real soon" talk because I knew it wasn't going to happen and I wouldn't want them to feel any lingering guilt because they promised something that can't be fucked doing and in all honestly, to me, that's probably the worst thing anyone could do, ever. Looking back now, it probably wasn't the best of methods but life has a way of wavering your expectations and I've found that if you expect the worst, there's only a chance that it can get better.

I went to chill/work at my mum's store. The owners of that store are currently in Vietnam and left the care of the place to their offspring and my family. It's always good to see Elvis, Alanna and David, they don't seem too upset that their grandfather passed away and I'm glad to see it. I got home and Kiet asked if I wanted to go gym with him, I swear we're like, going out now, I better put out. I met Teresa there, she looked bored so I offered to drive her home and as I'm driving her home I realize that there's a girl whom I've known practically my entire life (from like, grade 5) in my car and I'm driving her home from the gym. It blows my mind that this is how it turned out and it happened like the way it did, when I met her, she knew almost NO English, we didn't talk until grade 11 and even then, there was almost no communication and yet there I was, driving her home. In hindsight, the experience may not seem astounding but at the time, it was difficult to find a handle on the moment. I don't know, reading this post to myself kinda makes me feel retarded but I'm okay with that.

There's only me.

"If we were playing Pictionary and your name came up
I would be all like
"Whaaa? why is your name in Pictionary?"
but I'd say that to myself
because talking is not allowed in the game,
then I'd quit because it'd be impossible to draw something so perfect."

Ever since Hoc left for Vietnam, I've been seeing Kiet pretty much everyday for the week, I feel like some sort of a replacement or something :L not that I'm complaining, I just don't remember the last time I've seen and talked to someone consistently other than school, shit, we even had Pho together, just the two of us, it was wonderful, romantic as fuck.

I found a rock in my my jester shoes today, I'm gonna keep it and name it "Berny", that is all.