the glasshouse .

i’ve never really lived by that old idiom “people in glass houses shouldn’t throw rocks.” at least i think that’s how it goes.

i sit in my immacuately polished transparent glass house catapulting rocks at everyone that walks past, sometimes hitting, sometimes missing. and even though most of the people that walk past can see me, they don’t throw anything back. they just return to their own glass houses waiting for me to walk past them.

it’s not just an issue of hypocrisy. it’s also one of judgement, and more importantly, how people don’t like being judged, but find it perfectly fine when doing the judging.

so funny .

i’ve realised that malapropisms really annoy me. i hate it when people pretend that they can use big words and end up with the wrong grammar, wrong phrasing or a completely incongrous sentence altogether.

i was reading a blog full of random grammatical errors that were an obvious result of using a word beyond the bloggers expertise, and it was so horrid that i decided to stop.

now i know my english isn’t perfect, my grammar isn’t fantastic and my sentences are rather fragmentary, any maybe sometimes i don’t spell very well, but at least they’re readable. at least the words i use make sense next to each other. at least they don’t have a completely different case or clause.

handyman .

today i will allow you all to glimpse an extremely shallow part of my character. have i ever told you that i really liked shoes?

well, in light of the sudden understanding that a shelf will not build itself, i finally did some shelf building yesterday.

it was a little difficult at first, mostly because wood is soft and a wrench is hard (and rather painful when you drop on your feet).

but slowly and surely i assembled my new shoe rack! the only problem is, there are three more shoe spaces before i’ll need to buy myself a new one.

proposals .

around 21000 asians gathered in sydney last night to witness the very spectacular event of jay chou’s first ever concert in australia. it was completely full, and there were people everywhere, swarming into lidcombe and olympic park stations and onto the extra trains arranged for the night.

needless to say, all the others were dumbfounded.

i liked the concert a lot, but i’m not planning to blog about that. the thing is, i discovered something at that concert; something that is slightly unsettling, although i believe i have known the truth for a while.

let me start from the beginning.

objects .

how do you know when something is worth keeping? when do you get to the point where you realise that it’s gone too far, you can’t handle it, and you’ve got to let it go?

i’m not just talking about people, friends or relationships. i’m talking about everything. possessions, ideals, memories, beliefs. life.

some things are easy to hold on to even when the world is against you. some things not so much.

i’ve held on to a lot over the years. i’m a massive hoarder, to be honest, and keep everything that i deem useful, could be useful, or slightly sentimental. when i moved i threw most of it away, but i’ve found that i brought quite a few useless bits of memorabilia into my new life.

pretty please .

i’ve been neglecting my blog in favour of playing the sims 3 lately. it has kind of taken up the place of uni in my life, which is slightly sad i must say. apart from that, nothing much but sleeping and eating have been on my mind.

i’ve discovered that i have a very big problem with a couple of the aspects of the sims 3, and i honestly think the sims 2 was more user friendly. however, i don’t mind the new interface. the only thing i really mind is how difficult it is to create attractive people. i mean, for goodness sakes, i don’t want my sims to be ugly okay, i want my neigbourhood to be full of supermodels that will never get fat even if they eat all day and never exercise. i want it to be my ideal. why does it have to be realistic?

tax time .

right outside my work there’s a poster of some guy strapped to a hospital bed with wires attached to his chest and arms around him everywhere. a small suction pipe is coming out of his mouth, and someone is shining a torch into his right eyeball. white pillows, white sheets, white latex gloves. he is obviously not very well.

in big bold font at the top it says “SOME COLD HARD FACTS ABOUT TAKING ECSTASY,” an obvious pun if you were to read the smaller print at lower down that tells you ecstacy cooks your body from the inside.

at the very bottom, in smaller font, it says “national drugs campaign. authorised by the australian government” with a federal logo in the right hand corner.

pawns .

as a form of procrastination, i was reading through some old documents that i had written during my youthful years. well, two and a half years ago.

i discovered that i once used quite a lot of profanity in my writing, more so than now, and also that my streams of consciousness led to many strange places. although i swear a lot less these days, pretty much nothing has changed.

at the moment i’m in the cycle of resolution making and breaking once again. the first resolution i’ve made is to purchase the sims 3 after my last exam tomorrow for a $99.95 that i really shouldn’t be spending. apparently i can get it for $19.95 if i trade in 2 ps3/xbox360/Wii games, which unfortunately i do not have.