TWENTY-ONE! TWENTY-ONE!

Had a long-ass day yesterday. I knew I was in trouble from Friday night/early early Saturday morning, as soon as I tried to sleep early. And by early, I mean 1AM. Yup, that's what counts as early for me nowadays. Three hours, a random drunk dial from a friend and viewings of both Eddie Murphy's Raw and the Miami Heat 2005-06 NBA Champions DVDs later, it was a total sleep FAIL. Score!

Nevermind the fact that I had to be up for basketball by 7AM. Still, I figured I'd be fine. The last time I woke up this early for ball, I only had 90 minutes of sleep. Oh, and I whooped they ass, believe that. Ch-ch-cheeeeaaahh. Having TWICE as much sleep for this go round? Dang, that's some Lottery-worthy shit right there. HA! Naw, but on the serious tip, it was good to play. I keep telling myself I'll be active these Holidays, but so far it's been a laziness WIN. That, and suitable weather FAIL.

IN OTHER NEWS! I finally had a chance to feed my fix yesterday. Right after ball, I went out to the City with Fonz and Crisa. It was awesome. Claes, in all their understated goodness, have finally been added to the collection. It's been a hot minute since I first seen these shoes, and I always figured copping a pair was a pipe dream thanks to shipping costs and all. But lo and behold, we found a source right here.


So, uhh, life is good. Next on the shitlist: a new pair of Feits. Let's do this.

Addendum: 3sixteen Vision of Death. And Fonz' Christmas present (not pictured). Today was a good day.


We walked around Oxford for a long, long while, and then had dinner at Kika's. Ahh, Tapas restaurant. How I love thee. Lamb cutlets, potatoes and baked chicken wings for several wins.

I soon got a call imploring me to rush home, seeing as I was already late for Jay's 21st, and the stripper was coming VERY soon. Better late than never, I suppose. It was fashionably done, so no dramas there. I missed the stripper, despite all my rushing, but I still managed to snap a few photogs.

Valdez likes wearing other people's clothes. My jacket, Matt's shoes, Teej's hat.


Oh, hello Julz. How's that couch working out for you?


Happy birthday, Jay!


Rowdiest ping-pong player ever!


"Hmm, Bacardi? Sounds good!"


What's with Pat's mouth?


The Party Committee!


Oh, hi guys! How's the party?


There I am, in all my unshaven glory.


Big giant WHAT UP and Happy Birthday, Jay. Hope you had fun being drunk and eventually looking like a beat-up hooker. That's what 21st birthdays are all about.


Oh, and I think last night might have been the first time I was thankful for being the designated driver; I still had a lot of fun while sober, and I didn't experience the "Everything's spinning, you're beginning to think women are swimmin' in pink linen again in the sink" feeling. So, good.

Aight, I'm off to dinner in a couple of hours. I never sleep, 'cause sleep is the cousin of death! Over and out.

- marty..

P.S. ADDENDUM: Pics are up on Facebook. Here's one of the galleries. Here's another.

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You know what this is.

IT'S A CELEBRATION, BITCHES!

I grabbed a drink, I grabbed my glass. Note to self: Scotch tastes better neat. The ice just makes it taste like feet.

Semester 1:

• Introduction to the Australian Economy - 61, Pass
• Moral and Legal Foundations of Human Rights - 80, Distinction
• Research Methods 3A - 62, Pass
• Psychobiology of Memory and Motivation - 64, Pass
• Personality and Individual Differences - 70, Credit

Term WAM: 66.625


Semester 2:

• Macroeconomics 1 - 70, Credit
• Research Methods 3B - 65, Credit
• Social Psychology - 69, Credit
• The Psychology of Language - 63, Pass

Term WAM: 66.750

Overall WAM: 73.479


I know, I know. That's kinda mediocre by my standards. But, the important thing is that I worked my ass off this Semester, and I got the results I wanted. I've pretty much made my peace with the Sub-Distinction overall WAM. A 73.479 throughout three years of Uni is still pretty damn good. Besides, throughout Third Year, I averaged 65.5 across my six Psych courses; including the five from Second Year, my Psych average jumps up to 70.09. If entry into Honours is purely marks-based, I SHOULD have what I need to get in. Fingers crossed.

In the meantime, I is happy happs that I made it through another Semester without failing. I was anticipating failure in a couple of those subs, so getting three Credits is totally overkill.

*doublecast Flashbackga - circa October 25, 2008*

"DOGS BRO."
"RD FOREVER! MARTIN NEVER!"
"Mart, I hope you're having fun studying. Your exam's not until Thursday, you girl!"

I heard what they said. But fuck that. I knew what awaited me if I didn't get my priorities straight. Had I gone, I would've left myself vulnerable to academic EPICFAIL. And to paraphrase the Don Cartagena, "It'll be a cold day in hell the day I take a FAIL." So, I stayed home, buried my face in a bunch of books and PDFs. Getting the results I did, I can happily say I made the right decision. Even if I somehow manage to miss the cut for Honours, I can still rest assured that I put my best foot forward. Worth it, for damn sure.


- marty..

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Engrish are lots of funny! Hilarious for you.

Found this on Engrish Funny. Needless to say, rolling-on-the-floor-laughing-my-ass-off ensued.

"When being a child Bruce Wayne had witnessed with his own eyes the fact his parents of millionaire were killed cruelly. So affected his strong desire of Revenging his parents. However, God had never given him a chance to fulfill his will. Following the advice of Raws Al-Ghul - the chief of Ninja Group, Bruce come to Gete, which was a corrupted city filled with various crime groups. Bruce found a basement under his villa that turned him into another person: Spiderman. With this mask Spiderman stroke all criminal activates and criminals everywhere. Such as Tougon, the chief of mafia, Dr. Jackstraw, the abnormal drug trafficker, even a mysterious opponent quite familiar with him"

oh hai my naemz is dr jackstraw i treat yoo fore sicknezz :D! yoo tern intu spiderman? O RLY?

- marty..

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So play the resurrector, and give the dead some life.

First proper post on the new blog. I realise November has been completely barebones so far, but it's with good reason. Whilst studying for my finals, I decided to get a Blogspot so that I could have all of my previous blog entries in one place, organised and tagged and everything. Three weeks worth of arduous copying, pasting, re-linking and re-imaging later, here it finally is.

I'm happy to have everything neat and tidy, but I wish Blogger had more/better themes to choose from. Well, they do have a couple of dope ones, but they mess with my formatting too much. And we all know how much I love it when my format gets murked. Expect a billion more template changes in the near future.

There are only a few things that can rouse me from my blog dormancy. One of them is Kanye Omari West. I've been listening to 808s and Heartbreak over the last couple of days. I can definitely see where all the haters are gonna be coming from. In my most hateriffic tone:

"AUTO-TUNE?! THAT SHIT IS WACK!"
"Why do all the songs sound the same?"
"Kanye's so emo nowadays!"

Ahem. Let them hate. I'm still jocking this album, for a number of reasons:

• I have love for Yeezy. It comes from being a fan of his work over the last five years. It's the same kind of love I show for HBK, Jigga or Mamba. They may say/do some fucked up shit, but I just kinda acknowledge it and move on. Call me stubborn, but it doesn't shake my faith in them.
• I'm pretty emo myself, so the vibe of the album, I can ride with. It doesn't bug me, 'cause he makes it sound so sincere and heartfelt. The voice may be Auto-Tune, but the message sure ain't.
• Best of all, it's a GOOD album. The lyrics may not be as sharp as they were in his previous albums, but he makes up for it by being completely honest in what he says, as well as being one of the most sonically proficient musicians today. He just lets go, and it shows. In a good way.

Anyways, over and out.

- marty..

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