hey I have a new blog now:

http://www.gardenofhalley.com/blow

and i have my own server. it’s unlimited everything. woo.
this blog will be shut down later on. so go to the other site mentioned above. i’m going to be using that from now on.

thanks for hosting me tiffany (refer to the facebook message if you’re reading this).

you know how you bite on a fruit and then realise you have also bitten on a seed? your first reaction is to spit everything out of your mouth, but funnily enough, 9 times out of 10, that the seed is always STILL in your mouth after spitting everything. it’s very inconvenient.

it’s the same when you’re eating meat too. like fish. you chew on a piece of fish (because someone said it’s boneless), then realise a small bone has speared you inside the mouth, you spit everything out. you think everything is okay, and you go eat rice or something, and then.. *OW*, the bloody piece of bone is still in your mouth causing chaos and havoc that would seem like terrorism in an oral sense.

my theory is that, what ever alien seed or bone you have bitten on has gotten wedged between or has stuck on your teeth. so when you spit everything out, it’s still wedged there.

yeah, i’m probably going to have a new site and blog soon on a different server. but yeah. working on it. :). i’ll still use this for now. no particular date.

You know, I need a new server. Sorry Tiffany. I’m just having trouble connecting to this server to upload things.

I was walking around Parramatta Westfield’s with some friends on Sunday. As I took one step forward, I noticed instantly I had stepped on some sort of oil. Cooking oil it looked like. I get that a lot when lion dancing in kitchen’s of restaurants. It’s filthy. You have no grip at all. Anyway, being a Sunday, packed full of people walking around and having an oil spill on the floor, I said to my friend: “Hey, let’s stand here, any moment someone is going to stack it”. Thought it’ll be amusing watching people slip. So, heaps of people walked by and everyone’s warning each other to watch out, while my friend and I just stood there waiting and watching from a distance for someone to slip and entertain us a little. Yeah I don’t care. One guy walked by and slipped, but still stayed on his feet. No entertainment there. A few seconds after - there it came, a swoosh and a thud. An old lady fell on her arse and seemed to have been severely hurt. Not entertaining at all. I felt kind of bad, but not really. I was really waiting for some young guy or girl, walking with pride and composure to slip. Like, some “sick cunt” that likes to walk like he owns the place to go face flat on the floor.

This whole “standing there waiting for someone to slip and fall” all took 15 seconds. Hey if you’re feeling angered by this no-care attitude of mine, then I would love to drive a javelin through your throat and out your bum hole.

Speaking of slipping, this is funny - you’ve probably seen it in forwarded emails. This is something I wanted to see in relation to the oil spill at Parramatta Westfield’s.

We sure have been grown up and conditioned to fit in with everyone else pretty well. Who the hell said finishing your studies, and getting a job in a good/big company is the way to go these days. What a reward, approximately 16+ years of schooling and education to get into the workforce. The rat race as some may call it. I have to say that working for someone is not really enticing for me. And I tell you, I’m not lazy (but I do have my moments, I’m only human). Being rich or wealthy is not only about having money, it’s also about having time. Time rich. It’s good that you’re earning $100,000+ a year, but if you are working 80 hours a week for it, you’re not really rich are you? You don’t have time to spend with your family or friends do you? Or even live life? Look outside the window.

I am yearning for some adventure.