Burned out

It's been awhile, since I've blogged, and held my head up high. Today marks the end of the quintessential, and altogether unplanned, guys week. I spent all five of the weekdays hanging out with the guys one way or another, even though most of it was unplanned and people just ended up hanging out at my house. Since I've already covered Monday's City adventure with Ian, and the subsequent ass-rapeage at KB, we'll start with Tuesday.

Tuesday marked the invasion of the Shadow Lightning, real name Michael Wilden. I was sitting there with nothing to do, except stress out over my passport, when said Shadow Lightning rocks up at my door proclaiming that he's bored as shit. So, we end up having another classic NBA Live 06 showdown, and I end up whooping his ass again. Shadow Lightning got the craving for Halo 2, so we did the co-op missions for a while. We played that for an hour or so; throughout the whole thing, I kept screaming "Gonna get you back, aye! Fucker!" just like Joker from Next Friday, so Mike got the idea to watch the classic movie. Sometime in the middle of all this, Ian rang to tell me he got stovepipes, and I lost all respect for him. Well, not really, but I still think stovepipes come from the fag factory, and Ian's the new employee of the month. Anywho, me and Mike had the bludgiest day, just watching Next Friday and chowing down on peanuts and chocolate bars, which Mike seems to have eradicated from my pantry. After the movie, Mike got picked up and I proceeded to clean the house, for the first time ever. I mean, I keep my room clean, but Tuesday was my first ever whole-house-cleanup experience, and which is...I can...I drawed a willy on it. Tuesday night consisted of me being extremely buggered, and laptop-ing until I collapsed on my bed, into a deep, deep sleep.

Wednesday was the sleepover that almost wasn't, due to my frickin' passport problems (more on this later). After careful reorganisation, the guys night in was on. TJ arrived around 3:30PM, in time to watch a shitty episode of Raw. We flipped back and forth between watching Raw and me kicking his ass in Smackdown! vs Raw, which was fun. RD came by sometime later, and the three of us played Burnout until my Uncle dropped off some dinner. It was heaps of fun just having a guy hangout session, playing Xbox, eating lots of fried food and watching Sportscenter at the same time. Eventually Karl came along as well, a tad late but better than dogging it like he usually does. Jokes, Aussie One. Anywho, TJ suggested we have a late night golfing session at the driving range, and the idea was bounced around until we remembered it closed at 9PM, and it was already 8:12PM. Oh well, nuts to that. Sometime around 10-ish we got the craving for some Mickey D's, so we went to the 24-hour branch at Sunnyholt and got fat. We had to go back to my house to drop off my brother's burgers. I knew from the moment we left Macca's I was gonna have to end up chasing the fucking car after giving Fonz his food, and damnit I was right. Twenty minutes of running, and stopping, and calling, and avoiding getting hit by RD and Karl, the crazy bastards. Fun night, though. Think my neighbours might reckon me to be quite crazy. Or weird, either one. Anywho, after somehow managing to get back inside, it was drive around time. We called Ryan, but the pothead was toasted at the Coast. We called Cristian, and he wasn't answering. So we drove around. And around. And around some more. Karl kept beeping RD's horn at random people, which was funny. We eventually ended up at Billy's house for some table tennis, which I didn't play, and some pellet gun shooting, which I couldn't do properly. I fell asleep on his table, and in RD's car on the way home.

Thursday morning started really, really, ridiculously early. At around 2:30AM, we left Billy's and made our way back to my house. After arranging for the guys to be able to play Xbox in my room and me to get some sleep at the same time, I nodded off. I figured four hours of sleep would be enough, as I usually functioned on that much sleep anyway. I woke up 45 minutes late, which was bad 'cause it gave me 15 minutes to get ready. But, me being the magician that I am, I was able to pull it off. Hooray for me! Anywho, as the guys headed off to Karl's for some more sleep, it was off to the City for me to sort out my passport issues. Ah, the passport issues. Story begins on the 12th of November. I got a notice from the Post Office, telling me I needed to pick up an article from Doonside. Me being me, I decided to ignore it for a while. I forgot about it for a week or so, then decided to ring up Doonside on Tuesday to inquire about my parcel. They said there was nothing under my name, so I rang Australia Post. They said they returned it to the sender. This set off a fucked up chain of events; me having to ring up the Passport Office, then my parents in the Phils to let them know what a RESPONSIBLE young adult I've matured into, then having to sort through a mountain of documents so I can fill out some stuff (that I didn't end up needing) from the Passport Office website, then back to the Passport Office hotline, which told me that I couldn't receive any information about my passport seeing as I'm under 18. Sonofabitch. So I had to ring up the parents again to get them to fax a latter of consent to the Passport Office (again, ended up being unnecessary) giving me the authority to receive information about it. So, early Thursday morning, I had to walk around the City with my Aunties so I can get the bloody passport issue sorted out. After a long train ride, and a couple of taxi rides, I got to the Passport Office building, only for them to tell me my passport wasn't even there. Sonofabitch! I re-rang Doonside just to double-check if my parcel wasn't there, and they said they didn't have a parcel for me. They did, however, have a LETTER for me, contaning what was seemed to be a passport. All this freaking time, it was five minutes away from my house. SONOFABITCH!!! Anyways, got that sorted out, finally. Thursday night concluded with an impromptu practice session at KB, which went down pretty well. I found out why I had such high hopes for this team, 'cause when we really play hard as a team, we can do some damage. Anyways, after a lot of practice, the team crashed at Ian's for some 2-on-2 action. A lot of basketball was played Thursday night, and it was much needed for someone who's seen first-hand the results of not exercising after the HSC. Anywho, the basketball left me buggered, so after some late-night chatting, I eventually fell asleep. I was about to watch The Shining, by myself, at night, with the lights out, but I figured I hadn't wet the bed in years, so why start now?

Friday morning was lazy. Lazy lazy lazy. Tried to watch The Shining three times throughout the course of the day. I, for one, was bored and confused with this movie. I mean, it had its moments, and it does leave a lasting impression, but while watching it, I dozed off twice. The morning consisted of me and Ian arguing about which was faggier, being an OC fanboy (me, even though I'm not THAT much of a fanboy...I'm more of a Friends/Family Guy fanboy than an OC fanboy) or wearing stovepipes (Ian, the fag factory). Anywho, after falling asleep again thanks to The Shining, my auntie woke me up to tell me Ian and Mike were in the living room. Ian had gone to Mike's to borrow his suit for the formal, and they decided to drop by to play some Xbox. Ian made some bad moves, time-wise, and he ended up getting stressed because his formal was at 6:30PM, and he was still at my house playing Xbox by 4PM. Awesome. Anyways, they left, and I ended up finishing off The Shining. I ended up having to research the movie to find out what the hell it all meant. It wasn't as scary as I thought it would be. I guess it has freaked me out to a certain extent, but nowhere near the level as say, The Ring or The Exorcist. Anywho, after dinner, I played Burnout: Revenge for nearly four hours, hence the title. So fucking addictive! And now I'm writing this long-ass blog.

Anywho, today becomes cleanup day, seeing as the folks come back Sunday morning from the Phils. I definitely need to clean up the mess Bron's made in the backyard. Damn dog duties. I think I've made it through this whole 'self-fending' phase quite well. Other than a messy backyard, the whole house seems to be in order. Only major thing was me losing my glasses, which led to a 1AM Australia-to-Philippines phone call/shouting match between me and my dad. Awesome. Haven't had one of those, well, ever. Well, we've had shouting matches, but not over the phone. I took advantage of this time seeing as he's a thousand miles away. That about does it for this extremely long blog; think this might be my longest blog ever. Anyways, later days!

- marty..

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So tired

Yesterday was pretty tiring, but a whole lot of fun. Well, the day was heaps fun, but it was a shame the night ended the way it did. It started out pretty normally; me not wanting to get out of bed even though I had to feed Bron. I eventually mustered up the energy to get up so that he wouldn't go hungry. Then, it was off to meet up with Ian so he could pick out his formal outfit. The plan was to meet up at Blacktown at 10AM. However, thanks to DOTA, Ian lost track of time and was a tad late. Did I say a tad? I meant 90 minutes. So, for 90 whole minutes, I had to walk around Westpoint finding things to do. At first I thought he would only be 10 minutes to half an hour late, so I just toured EB and Games Wizards. When that didn't kill as much time as I expected, I decided to look around for shoes. Sadly, nothing new. Having not wasted enough time, I bought myself a Ralph magazine. Didn't wanna seem creepy by sitting in the middle of Westpoint checking out the chicks from Ralph, so decided to focus on the Video Games Section. Anywho, Ralph killed a lot of time, and eventually Ian got to Blacktown. After a fruitless 10 minutes browsing through Westpoint, we decided to hit up the City for the proper formal shopping.

Side note: I think I'm more prone to stupidity around train stations. There was that time I only took the coins for my change and left the notes, the time I tried to pay with a keycard, and today when I tried to get to Central on a return ticket to Parra. Awesome. *cough*HIMBO*cough*

We were pretty lost as soon as we got out. We ended up at the Powerhouse Museum. WTF? Lolzordz! Anywho, found our way out of there and made it to Market City, where we found a sweet looking green Nike hoody. Ian was thinking of using it, but he decided to leave it and just come back for it some other time. I 'somehow' ended up at Utopia. I didn't plan that one at all. I didn't try to distract Ian from his shopping so that I could buy more CD's. Of course not. Anywho, finally have all the Death Cab full-length albums after buying Something About Airplanes and We Have the Facts, and We're Voting Yes today. Should be good listening for the coming weeks of relaxation. Along the way, we ended up doing a lot of walking (we visited four different GP's) but barely any shopping (I ended up buying one shirt; he bought none). It was cool because we had one of those life discussion conversations we haven't had in a while. We also managed to sing quite a lot today, mostly stuff from The Postal Service. Quite a bit of Postal Service lyrics analysis along the way, as well.

Anyway, home time was the rush rush (to the llello) adventure part. Karl told us that our game was on at 7:30PM, and seeing as it was still only 5PM, we weren't in any rush to get home. However, being the idiots that we were, we took too much time trying to get home, and we ended up stranded at Blacktown Station at 7:15PM with no way home. The bus was supposed to come at 7PM, but didn't even bother turning up. So, we had to call Karl to pick us up. He was kind enough to do so, which meant we had to get from the Station, back home to get changed and then all the way to KB in about 15 minutes. Seeing as Karl's a race car driver, we managed to make it in about 25, which wasn't too bad. We weren't late anyway.

Anyway, more game disorganisation really took us out of it. We had the effort, but none of the discipline or planning that leads to wins. So, we took home another loss. I remain optimistic about this team, though. It just takes some time.

After the game was more basketball at Ian's house. It was also the kind of ball that I liked: one-on-one. Had my ugly competitive streak shine through again after losing one match. Karl should be used to it by now. All this basketball's left me dead tired though, so I guess it's off to bed for me. Anyways, later days!

- marty..

P.S. Post-HSC shopping spree list, v2.0:

Games - WWE Smackdown vs Raw 06; Ultimate Spider-Man
Albums - OK Go - Oh No; Yellowcard - Lights and Sounds; Amity Lane - The Sound of Regret; The Drama Club - The Long Way Down; Nine Black Alps - Everything Is; Trapt

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I NEED SLEEP.

So far, over the last 40 hours, I've been awake for 37. Pretty good reasons though, namely two formals, one after the other. Wednesday night was the OLMC formal, which was pretty cool. Was pretty unprepared; with about 30 minutes before I had to start getting ready, I still had to message my Dad in the Phils to find out where my formal pants were. Plus, had to pick up the corsages I ordered for myself and TJ. I had to run from my house to Woodcroft Plaza (a good 10 minutes) and back within half an hour. With that settled, it was off to pick up Di. Funnily enough, I decided to leave my iPod at home, which is pretty un-me. I usually never leave home without it. Hell, I never go to the driveway without it.

Anywho, Di's parents were actually pretty cool. I wasn't even worried about meeting them, for some reason. As hard as Di tried to avoid them, they insisted on taking the prerequisite pre-formal photos. Took a while to reach Le Montage though; we tried following a limo along the way but still ended up getting lost. The place itself was pretty cool; very classy setting. The food, I didn't touch much. The non-alcoholic champagne, I consumed like I was jonesing. Anywho, lots of fun dancing with the Patty Boy contingent for the night (especially Richard, you classic mullet-rocking gangsta! Take our phones man! We don't want trouble!) and having photog sessions, except for the professional one 'cause the dude made me wait for ages just to get my change. Smug bastard.

Anywho, after the formal was Celina's house. At first, everyone was just hanging out and watching Stankervision. Grace was fawning over the guy I now refer to simply as 'the tequila dude,' until me, Timmy and Cristian reminded her of how he got fat. And got ugly. And turned gay. Liberace gay. Then, things moved onwards to the basement, where people played strip poker and rubbed their naked bodies on my head. Would be SO much cooler if they weren't guys though. Bastards. People soon went upstairs to watch Old School. I'd already seen it, so I decided to stick around downstairs. That, and I couldn't be fucked going upstairs. So, I stayed downstairs and spotted the old-school Nintendo! Alas, it was all for naught; without a controller, it might as well have been a paper weight. It was fun getting our hopes up though; Duck Hunt would've been a sweet way to end the night/morning. Without the Nintendo, the convo turned to other fun topics, such as cartoons (Dexter's Lab >>>>> j00), games (FFVII = FFX >>>>>> j00) and Pokemon (Silver Version >>>>> j00). At 3AM, Di's parents came and took us home. All in all, pretty cool night.

Seeing as I got to sleep at around 4:30AM, I figured it would be a good a time as any to catch up on my sleep. And the survey says: "DUMBASS!" TJ woke me up around 9:20AM to pick up his corsage. Damn, not even 5 hours of sleep! But it was all good, I took advantage of the time and bludged the day away. Eventually, it was time to get ready for my formal. My uncle suggested I get ready early in case there was too much traffic down Parramatta Road, so I was ready by around 4:30PM. This was WAYYYY too early though; damn overestimation! So me and Di were at the City by 6PM, and the cruise didn't start until around an hour later. Luckily, a lot of other people were early as well. Anywho, the cruise itself was okay. Didn't spend as much time dancing, mostly just hung out with different people and took photos. My brother stuffed up with the pick up arrangements, and he ended up at the Pontoon bar instead of the Pontoon boat. LOLZORDZ! Di had to walk a looooooong way. Anywho, dropped her off, went home, got changed, then me and TJ got dropped off at IanMan's house for the afterparty.

The afterparty was sweet, though. This is where I lost my sleep. Attention: I was NOT drunk. I just took things way too fast, and couldn't handle it at the time. I was not inebriated, intoxicated, smashed, hammered, gone, whatever! Anywho, heaps of fun though. Took heaps of photogs! Matt turned red, Chris turned red, and Ria turned pink. RD apparently bought out LiquorLand, so now IanMan has an endless supply of Woodstocks. The best part was staying up from 4AM until around 7AM just sitting around IanMan's backyard, laughing our fucking asses off at the STUPIDEST things. Then, around 7AM, I fell asleep for an hour or so, and then woke up to find a penis and monobrow drawn on my face. Thanks, bastards. Anywho, bummed there for another couple of hours or so, then me and TJ got dropped off at the Station by Mark and Nat around 2PM. After that, it was bus time home, and then sleep time around 3:30PM, for around two hours or so. Thanks to the IanMans for letting us have it at their house! Hope it wasn't too much of a hassle. And thanks as well to everyone else who organised and cleaned up (i.e. Ria and RD). Oh, and thanks to Mark and Nat for breakfast!

Anywho, I woke up to find out we had a game at KB. Can't be bothered going through the details, so the long and short of it was that we won. Anyways, later days!

- marty..

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It burns a hole through everyone that feels it...

The Used - Blue and Yellow

And it's all in how you mix the two
And it starts just where the light exists
It's a feeling that you cannot miss
And it burns a hole
Through everyone that feels it

Well you're never gonna find it
If you're looking for it
Won't come your way
Well you'll never find it
If you're looking for it

Should've done something but I've done it enough
By the way your hands were shaking
I'd rather waste some time with you

Well you never would've found in the end
How amazing it feels just to live again
It's a feeling that you cannot miss
And it burns a hole
Through everyone that feels it

Well you're never gonna find it
If you're looking for it
Won't come your way
Well you'll never find it
If you're looking for it

Should've done something but I've done it enough
By the way your hands were shaking
I'd rather waste some time with you
Should've said something but I've said it enough
By the way my words were faded
I'd rather waste some time with you

Should've done something but I've done it enough
By the way your hands were shaking
I'd rather waste my time with you
Should've said something but I've said it enough
By the way my words were faded
I'd rather waste my time with you

Should've done something but I've done it enough
By the way my hands were shaking
I'd rather waste some time with you

Waste some time with you...

Sucks that this had to happen, but I felt that there were just too many things in the way. Who knows? Maybe someday it'll all work out in the end. But for now, I guess this is it. I guess I could've tried hiding it for a little while longer, but I felt that this was bound to happen sooner or later with the way we've been lately, so I decided to let you know. I've missed you, and I still do, but I guess when I realised that you'd stopped caring about me, I had to do something. So, here we are. This isn't what I wanted, but who gets what they want anyway? So, as the special friend that you used to care about, I bid you adieu. But as the close friend you spent two and a half hours with at the logs 342 days ago, I guess I'm back. And I guess that's the silver lining I've been looking for. End drama.

In other news, thanks to IanMan and RD (AKA the Million Dollar Baby Giant) for taking care of the supplies! Nice work on the food-and-drinks to alcohol ratio, as well. Oh, and IanMan asked for a shout out, so here it is. Hey Ian, ya bloody bachelor/prettyboy! Jokes mate, see ya tonight. Anyways, later days!

- marty..

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We actually had a productive planning session? OMG! WTF?

In six years, I think this is the first time we've succeeded in planning something. Whether it all works out in the end remains to be seen, but just the fact that we actually have something PLANNED is something to cheer about in itself. So anyway, today was pretty crazy. Billy told me on Saturday that people wanted to plan the afterparty, and that he and Richard wanted to have the planning at my house. I don't know why it had to be at my house, but seeing as I probably would've been bored by myself anyway, I figured I'd just let them have it there. I had no idea how many people would actually turn up, but it was more than I expected. I suck at hosting anything at my house, frankly because I'm a total neat freak. Case in point: I regularly interrupt Xbox games (when four other guys are playing) to adjust the couch because it's hitting the blinds, or it's not properly lined up with the carpet.

Off the top of my head, the people who went today were Karl, RD, IanMan, Matt, Ian, Pat, Richard, TJ, Lutz, Billy, Jay, Chris and Christian, I think. If I forgot anyone, then my bad. Anyway, had heaps of fun playing Burnout: Revenge. Funny 'cause Christian called and said he and Karl were gonna be over in 10 minutes, but they ended up taking 30 to get here. We all agreed that they were making out, with a little bit of rubbin' and shuntin' as well. The story was that Christian 'couldn't get the car started.' Norries guys, we know the truth. Car trouble...is that what they call it nowadays?

Anywho, womped everyone's ass in Burnout, because that's how I roll. That means you, Tim. I pwned your ass. (The times you beat me don't really count, because...which is...I can...I drawed a willy on it.) After Burnout was the actual 'conference' session. This was cool because it worked out for once. So it's all settled! RD just has to buy our stuff. Don't worry dude, we've got the finances covered, 'cause according to Richard, it's $300 each, so that should cover it. If you have any extra moneys, use them for a haircut. Kidding, buy porn instead. Good porn, too. None of this 'RD Borbajo sex tape' crap. Jokes, buddy! Thanks for handling the food preparation. Awesome; porn, food preparation and RD Borbajo all in the same paragraph!

Anyway, aside from Pat and Ian, everyone left after we got that settled. Speaking of the Darsh twins, I'm not Ian's friend anymore, because he beat me twice in NBA Live 06. (No, Ian, not three times. The second time was BULLSHIT. YOU KNOW IT!) He got his first glimpse of me being a very sore loser. Bastard. Before I leave for the Phils, I'm giving you the thrashing of your life. Then we can do smack. My veins feel so alive. Oh, and fuck Andre Iguodala.

In other news, tomorrow's sign out day, which means tomorrow we officially become ex-Patty Boys. I can't be fucked carrying all my stuff, because unlike other people, I can't carry 'the Empire State building in one arm.' Damn alloys, think they're all good. So Karl's picking me up at 10:30AM for sign out day, then me and TJ are off to Parra so he can buy his tie, and I can go CD shopping. Sweeeeeeet. Anyways, later days!

- marty..

P.S. EDDIE! EDDIE! EDDIE! Rest in Peace, Eddie Guerrero. The man whose nickname was so cool I decided to steal it for myself, is now with the God he loved so much. Still can't believe he's gone, but at least he's in a better place. Thank you so much for the memories.

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Freedom, sweet freedom...wait, this sucks.

Wow, there goes the HSC. And now to paraphrase my good friend Triple H from way back in August 2002...

'"HSC, face facts! You can't burden me anymore! I will cripple your ass! H-S-C is dead!"

Yay! No more HSC! Two weeks of NOTHING..actually, not nothing...but no more schoolwork to worry about! Yay! Then I'm off to the Phils for quite some time. But for now, I need sleep. As such, so long and goodnight, HSC. Rot in hell. Please.

And I'm here to do this blog properly this time. The last time was a cop out. So, today was fun...ish. The start of the day was AWESOME; I was hyperkinetic before my Eco exam because I knew it was all about to be over. I seriously couldn't stand still, but it's not like I ever do anyway. I was constantly running around, walking off ledges, jumping off walls, etc. I wasn't even thinking about the exam; you know you've got your priorities in order when you're more worried about what you're doing after the exam than the exam itself. I was just so happy to get it all over and done with. Plus, I was even more ecstatic afterwards 'cause it wasn't that bad of an exam. I think I put up a pretty decent effort overall, so I was pretty happy with that.

Anyways, post-HSC celebrations started with me and JB going to Parra straight after the exam to go shopping for a corsage. (Or, if we had gone with JB's original idea, a corset. Luckily he figured out that the corsage was the flower, and the corset was the lingerie.) It was cool to see everyone again. Corsage shopping wasn't as hard as I thought it was gonna be, it's now just a matter of planning when to actually pick it up. Karl told me we had an impromptu game at KB at 8:45PM, so that took care of not knowing what to do that night. I originally intended to go CD-shopping as well, but I didn't feel like dragging the guys all the way to JB Hi-Fi in case I couldn't find a CD. So, we just decided to go home.

When I got home, it was sleep time. Well, after feed-the-dog and get-Ian-to-play time. I called Karl to check if he was still playing, and he said he wasn't sure, so I went to sleep 'cause I thought that meant 'no', as it usually does with us. 'I'll see' means 'no,' 'I'll try' means 'no, I'm not,' and 'I have no idea' means 'I'm staying home.' Anyway, he ends up wanting to play, so he wakes me up at 7:56PM and tells me to get ready for the game. I'm like, OMG?! But it was cool, I didn't need to do much to get ready. Karl had to play race-car driver because he had five people to pick up in less than half an hour. We ended up making it on time, but it was all for naught. We, myself included, played pretty sloppily. Totally disorganised. It was all a matter of team disorganisation. We get that settled, then we can put up a fight. But for now, the game left us pretty disappointed.

So the game sucked. Plus, there's still a lot of stuff up in the air that's bugging me and needs sorting out. Sucks, but nowhere left to go but up, right? Anyways, later days!

- marty..

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A pig in the water?

(Borat is being shown 'behind the scenes' by another well spoken gentleman)

Borat - Nice. And this is beautiful badge.

Gent 2 - These are badges given out by the Leander* club

Borat - And there is a pig? (Borat gestures to the hippopotamus on the badge)

Gent 2 - It's a hippopotamus.

Borat - What is hippopotamus?

Gent 2 - It's an animal in Africa that swims in the water.

Borat - Is it a fish?

Gent 2 - No, like a pig. But it goes in the water.

Borat - What? A pig in the water?

Gent 2 - A hippo.

Borat - This is English humour!

Gent 2 - This is not English humour.

Borat - A pig in the water? A pig who drinks water?

Gent 2 - Swims in the water.

Borat - Lives in the water?

Gent 2 - Not pig size. Bigger.

Borat - And will we see this pig in the water?

Gent 2 - No we won't. We'll see the boats that belong to the club that has pigs on their badge.

Borat - They have a pig on the boat?

Gent 2 - They have a little symbol with a pig on the boat.

Borat - And why do they carry the pig on the boat?

Gent 2 - They don't carry... They carry the symbol of it. You know a little picture like your badge.

Borat - And why do they show a picture of a pig?

Gent 2 - Because that's the symbol. I don't know why.

Borat - In Kazakhstan we say, "A pig is a dirty animal".

Gent 2 - Well you see. It's not actually a pig. It's a hippo.



(Borat is sitting in the grand stand with a gentleman. They are about to watch a boat race.)

Gentleman - It's a very great national race between these two *rowing crews*. You back Bucks *Buckingshire*and I'll back Berks *Berkshire*.

Borat - I'll back backs?

Gentleman - And I'll back Bucks. COME ON BUCKS! And you say "Come on Berks".

Borat - Come on the backs.

(The race is now approaching it's (mildly) exciting finally)

Borat - COME ON THE BACKS!

Gentleman - Here they are coming on their...

Borat - Mow the backs.

Gentleman - Come on the Berks.

Borat - Mow the fuck.

Gentleman - Come on the borks.

Borat - COME ON THE FUCKING BACKS!!!

Gentleman - You shouldn't say that.

Borat - Why not?

Gentleman - Because it's a swear word.



(Borat is chatting to middle aged chap with a moustache by the side of the river)

Borat - You have wonderful moustache.

Man with 'tache - I've had that for a very long time.

Borat - Mine is nothing compared to...

Man with 'tache - It just takes time.

Borat - Your moustache is beautiful I'm very jealous!

Man with 'tache - Well I appreciate you saying that.

Borat - Thank you. May I ask... You are man who does with another man?

Man with 'tache - No! Definitely not!

My font's screwed up now, but it was worth it! Borat = L337z0rZ! 0MG!! B0r4+ i5 t3]-[ L0Lz0rZ!!!!!111shift+1 Oh man, brings back so many memories. Can't wait to watch him on the MTV Europe Awards next Tuesday. Anyways, later days!

- marty..

P.S. Economics, along with the rest of the HSC, can officially eat my ass with a spoon as of 12:30PM tomorrow afternoon! WHOOOO!!!!!

P.P.S. TJ, go to http://www.boratonline.co.uk/
Borat sings the Corky song in the third soundboard!

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I'll tighten my belt before I'll beg for help...

^^^ Jay-Z - Justify My Thug ^^^

I just realised today how arrogant I can be sometimes. Not in the way that I think I'm better than other people, but sometimes I can have such an overblown sense of self-confidence that I tend to bite off more than I can chew. I think it may be more about pride than arrogance; sometimes I refuse to accept help from others because I want to be able to do things on my own. This may not sound right to those who know me as the spoiled brat that I am, but there are times when I stubbornly refuse assistance from other people. I think it stems from some deep-seeded sense of self-insecurity; I constantly feel like I have to prove people wrong, because they doubt that I can do certain things.

The reason this really hit home today is because, with the passing of my Lola, my parents are leaving for the old country tomorrow to attend the ceremony. This leaves my brother and I to take care of ourselves, not to mention the house and the dog, for pretty much the first time ever. I've lived a really comfortable existence so far; I've always had someone to take care of me, either through a parent, my brother, other relatives, etc. With both parents flying out, I now have to fend for myself, if only for two weeks. The funny thing is, even though my mum offered to stay here instead of leaving, I declined and offered to take care of everything. Why? Pride. Foolish? Probably.

For quite some time now, I've felt the need to learn to fend for myself. I've seen other people who can take care of themselves when they're at my age, and I really wanted to do that, even if was only to prove to myself that I could do it. I wasn't thinking of leaving home, but doing something to become more self-sufficient. I'm extremely grateful that my parents raised me very comfortably, but I feel that this has made me too complacent; I expect too much to be done for me. I know now that this won't work when I'm older, so I guess I want to grow a little bit older right now.

Given all this, you'd think that I would welcome the new responsibility heaped upon my shoulders. But this is where that idea of 'biting off more than I can chew' comes into play. Then again, I can look at this from a different perspective, and view it as a counquerable challenge as opposed to an overwhelming burden. The last sentence sounds like the healthy thing to do, so I guess it's the way to go.

Anyways, onto other pressing issues. Firstly, I am nowhere near ready for Business tomorrow. I've wasted at least 15 hours a day for the last two days on the net, procrastinating instead of working. Damn. Could be playing NBA Live right now instead of panicking. Secondly, as screwed as I am for Business, it's a helluva lot worse for Eco. Stupid last week of exams! Plus, formals have to be prepared for. Prepared: suits for both formals. Not prepared: rides (both there and back) and after-parties. Comparing what's prepared to what's not prepared, my level of readiness for the formal is approximately: shit. Damnit.

In more cheerful news, today's the 8th. At least this month was better than last month. Bright side part two - HSC finishes in 3 days! Bright sides = L337. Anyways, later days!

- marty..

P.S. Happy 8th of the month, you!

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To my beloved Lola Mommy...

Funny how some things happen and make the rest of your troubles seem petty and insignificant. If it's not too much trouble, I'd like to ask people to pray for my Lola (Grandma), who passed on peacefully in her sleep early this morning, back in the old country. She will be dearly missed, and forever loved. She was an AMAZING woman, to whom God bestowed the strength she needed to raise seven children on her own. It sucks that she's gone, but I know she's in a much better place. Plus, we can take solace in the fact that she didn't suffer. In any case, any prayers would be very much appreciated. Thanks in advance, from the whole family. Anyways, later days.

- marty..

P.S. Rest in Peace, Lola Mommy. March 20, 1925 - November 6, 2005.

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I hope this song will guide you home...

The Postal Service - Such Great Heights

I am thinking it's a sign that the freckles
in our eyes are mirror images
and when we kiss
they're perfectly aligned
and I have to speculate that God himself
did make us into corresponding shapes
like puzzle pieces from the clay
true, it may seem like a stretch
but it's thoughts like this that
catch my troubled head
when you're away
when I am MISSING YOU TO DEATH
when you are out there on the road
for several weeks of shows
and when you scan the radio
I hope this song will guide you home

They will see us waving from such great heights
"Come down now," they'll say
But everything looks perfect from far away
"Come down now," but we'll stay

I tried my best to leave
this all on your machine
but the persistent beat
it sounded thin upon listening
and that, frankly will not fly
you will hear the shrillest highs
and lowest lows
with the windows down
when this is guiding you home

I've been listening to this song for a while now, and it only struck me now that the lyrics are really cool. Well, I love it anyway. Ben said this song was a chance to write about the good side of love and how awesome it can actually be, as opposed to all the other 'love sucks' songs that he'd written before. The result is an awesome song that's got me hooked. Anyways, later days!

- marty..

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This needs a title, doesn't it?

Hello, November. I've had enough of Physics for now, so that can wait until later tonight. Amazing how four solid hours of study for one topic still doesn't make you feel confident. Four more hours on Ideas for later tonight before I sleep should boost said confidence though. More study over the next two days should hopefully get me ready. Well, as ready as I could be anyway.

Anywho, I don't know whether or not I'm jealous of all the people who've finished their HSC already, because I like the gaps in my schedule. I need to know that I have ample time to study, so I can use that time to play Xbox.

Last night, I played my first ever game of organised basketball (well, third, if two games I played in year 2 in the Phils count, but whatever...). Ian pretty much summed it up: "I can't sit down, 'cause my ass hurts from that ass-raping." Sweeeeeet. Heaps of fun though; am looking forward to the season after I get back from the Phils. Should be fun. My body hurt when I woke up, but I didn't mind. Stupid physical unfitness. Mystery bruise: right knee. I didn't hit it anywhere last night, but it was there this morning, so I was like, OMG!!1 WTF!!

Anywho, dinner beckons, as does more Physics. I think an ass-kicking is in order for the next three exams, but for me or the exam, I'm not sure. Yay! Three more exams and I'm done! I know I'm being overly optimistic, but I'm looking on the bright side for once, instead of bitching about finishing on the very last day. Oh, and nearly forgot about the biggest event of the entire week: THE NBA SEASON STARTS TOMORROW!!! WHOOOOOOOOO!!!! I have reason to watch ESPN again! Anyways, later days!

- marty..

P.S. The Postal Service = L337.

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