No motivation.

The great sin of 'sloth' comprises the crux of my being right now. How cool is that? Not really when you have a 30 hour programming assignment you should be working on because it's due in about 5-6 days and you have'nt started... Everyone seems to have a drive at the moment... Maybe I notice it more because the people I hang out with at uni engross themselves in their assignments... Basically it sux. I'm in limbo right now and I can't quite grasp the motivation to do my work but at the same time I'm freaking out on the inside... All the while I come across as cool as a cucumber given my current predicament. I think I must come across that way because there is soooo much shit I should be doing right now, it's so overwhelming I'm beyond overwhelmed... hahaha... I dunno.

Friday night was weird... Funny, but weird. I have a video of some drunken antics last night involving me being a tool to post on here eventually when Adam uploads the footage onto Facebook... Anyway...

Friday was an extremely unproductive day, I mean... I look back on it now and I think "what the hell was I thinking?!? Do some fucking work!!!!" It started off with websystems... Which I ended up ditching to go and play a prank on Lenny with a guy I just met, Tim... The plan was that Tim and I were 'pissed' off at Lenny for being rude to everyone, so we decided to stage an intervention aiming to make Lenny believe that he was bad-mouthing us in front of everyone... Either way, the outcome was hilarious because Lenny actually believed the things we were telling him... haha, guess you had to be there... Poor, poor gullible Leonard Barretto....

After Websystems, I got a call for a job interview on Monday which was cool. So, in a good mood i marched into my programming tute with extraordinary confidence but low and behold the realisation of my fickle situation with the subject hit me hard. But whatever, I had better things to do so I left early to catch a train home to meet up with Laura and Tim...

I arrived home, scoffed down some pasta for dinner, chucked fresh clothes on and got ready for the big night. As we were driving down to Wollongong, I was knocking back a beer or two in the back seat... Just enjoying the scenery I guess, and then we arrived.

The vibe was good, everyone was out the front of the house enjoying the Spring weather and the general consensus of people were boozed. After settling in, everyone bagan mingling in their drunken states. I only drank a 6 pack of beer so I was feeling fairly happy... Until I saw this douchebag I didn't like... I'm not one for confrontation, but I was in the mood for something different. So I leave a few of my mates mid-conversation, walk over to him and tell him that he's a douchebag. Then an argument ensued, and I laughed a little on the inside (everyone else was actually laughing with me, seeing as only about 3 people like the guy -- he steals everyone's booze... But doesn't bring his own. You don't do that, haha). Anyway, the rest of the night consisted of Taylar passing out on the front lawn, me playing the role of crowd control and Tim, Laura and Mel trying to stuff him into a car. Goooooooooooooood times... haha, nah but there were some funny moments -- like the video I'll post eventually. Anyway, back to programming...

Later.

Bizarre marketing... anyone?

If you weren't aware already, the company I work for is an import and export company specialising in product development - however the generic description would simply entail a vague definition of a retail-supply entity.

Anyway, one of the niche's we cover is flash/memory - to be specific, USB memory sticks, SD memory cards and other computer peripherals and accessories.

Now, the Chinese/Taiwanese have been known to make ANYTHING but I have never seen a USB drive as bizarre as this (remember we are expected to sell such items to our major clients - Woolworths, Big W and Dick Smith Electronics:



I love how the crucifix is under the guise of the official USB certified logo... Let alone the fact that the product is marketing 'data protection' via religious paraphernalia. There's only one transcendent being who could protect your data this well... and it's not Mr. T...

...Guess who.

I bet this puppy would sell like shit off a shovel in Mexico....


Later.

Should be doing an economics quiz but...

Rationalism - the very form of philosophy that neutralizes and brings together harmoniously the contempt of the cynic and the spirtely language of the optimist. A frame of mind so apparently simple, yet so distant to many who fail to grasp the concept of looking at the world from the outside in. It all starts with a dichotomy of mind set... Some people shift themselves towards the bitter side, other to the brighter side. In context, we are looking at rationalism from a behavioural standpoint... i.e. how people react to the same situation given their chosen or perhaps inherent approaches to life. Like all philosophical indoctrinations, rationalism has its flaws... It lacks emotion, whereas the two polar opposites of pessimism and optimism are highly tainted by their flair on the emotional spectrum. However in weighing up these comparisons, we are doing so without including the spiritual demeanor, as religious beliefs do indeed play a quintessential part in sculpting the ego. Actually... It's ignorant to conclude that there are only three 'isms' on the emotional scale...

In fact, if I were more knowledgeable, an astute man such as myself would elucidate every single 'ism' and assess the impact on the human commodity... But doing that is stupid, and pointless... Like this blog. Why?

...Simply because people get so lost within themselves that they seek to ascribe themselves to every single 'ism' in order to feel like they have a purpose. I'm talking about the people that in doing so preach to you in their utter disillusionment... Fucking wake up and take a step outside of yourself, the lot of you... I could not give a shit if you've found your new 'path' in life because you recently skim-read a book on buddhism or existentialism while smoking weed. You are as shallow, and as pathetic as the beliefs you condone or condemn. It's all rubbish and the answer to all of your big questions lies right underneath your nose, in black and white... Stop being a dick and you might achieve something within yourself. Even you know that your substance induced philosophical journeys are all pretence... And what about the people who write that garble? Seriously man, is there any need to get a Masters in psychology or philosophy just so you can punch out another abysmal book on equilibrium or epistemology when it's already been done before? Let alone sell your bullshit to the malleable minds seeking life's 'answers' when you're merely capitalizing on the consumer's fragile state of emtional disconnection. It's all the same really, Self-help clinics, bible readings, cult-phenomenon such as Scientology, spiritual guides, Tarot cards, clairvuoyants and other bogus gimmicks that people consume, and consume, and consume...

Why is it that you need people to tell you how to think and how to feel? Because you don't... No-one does. What's the old cliche? ..."Life is a journey of self-discovery"? - Key word, SELF. Search into your own soul, if you believe you have one, and stop being so fucking gullible and sheepish... Otherwise, for someone 'uniquely human' you're going to end up like over 90% of people on this Earth... A senseless, transperant person. No-one knows who they are when they're brought into this world, but that doesn't mean you have to de-rail the life you built up to go ravaging through the slightly variated philosophies of world cultures...

I respect people's beliefs, and by no means do I question them at all... But I respect it more when people have a backbone, believe in themselves and don't preach to me when they lack substance.

Productivity is a Powerhouse... Like me and my huge muscles.

I'm at work right now, needlessly skimming over the profiles of other bloggers looking to put into action my own aspirations of actually posting something for once... I've realised that I really don't give a shit about writing stuff of critical spontaneity... Well, going out of my way to do it anyway. If something pisses me off in future, no doubt I'll post it... But in the meantime get used to the cliché 'daily life' post that's gonna keep my mind fresh and perspicacious...

The potential of blogging networks is unsubstantiated... they are constructive and engaging... unlike the rest of the internet, aside from http://www.lolcats.com/ which pwns at life.

Anyway, the past chain of events have brought about the following developments... Uni is back which is good I guess because I'm coerced into some sort of routine-like structure of things... The only thing I didn't miss about uni though is those trains... god-damn... oh yeah and the copious amounts of study that I fail grasp..

My new-semester resolution is to not fail anything... And in saying that, perhaps I got the most valuable piece of advice humanly possible from my marketing tutor who I've known for about 2 minutes... "Aim as high as possible, and you can't fail..." somewhat true, but then when the advice was reiterated by a semi-drunken substitute marketing lecture with a manicured mullet and a knack for incorrectly assuming that everyone is a dumbass but himself wrote on the overhead... "Fail to Plhn, Plan 2 faill" -- I kind of lost faith in the old cliché.

I'm liking the economics subject... Putting aside the fact that my understanding of the graphical element is about as comprehensive as my understanding of Egyptian hieroglyphics, it has a real philosophical side to it... That, and it's application is unlimited across all facets of a capitalist society. Also, it gives me more ammunition against the wrath of the Rudd... As my understanding of eco grows, his credibility decreases.

Because I'm being boring and all... Here are some shitty phone pictures of my office and shiz... Just because I can... It's uhhh... my office (lame)

...And some snaps from my school's 10 year anniversary (it turned 10, I didn't graduate 10 years ago... I'm still 19 for christs' sake.):

Anyway I'm about done for today... Going to see the X-Files on Friday so that should be aiight... I think I'm going to have a booze free weekend. After the school reunion last weekend and me running a muck in the catholic club (which resulted in me puking the next morning) in Campbelltown I think I won't be touching beerskiis for a while...


Later.

Intellectual Ineffectual

Soooooooo... It seems as though I haven't posted a blog in a while... Given the fact that I've been treading water for the past month or so and feeling the burn, I think that I might just keep my head above the water this time. When I say intellectual ineffectual, I mean that I think uni might be getting the better of my tired 'ol brain. A lot like everyone else... It seems as though we all under-estimated it, especially accounting.

Hopefully, and i say hopefully, yesterday will forever be remembered as the day i conquered such a burden of a subject. Speaking of yesterday, some good times were had. Wraps to Lenny whose conventional ways got me abused by some hobo because I was giving him shit for walking down a short flight of stairs while Xander, Angelo and myself took the esculator.

"OI Lenny why are you taking the stairs man??? As if you'd take the stairs... What the fuck!"

Some random guy ascending past me on the esculator "Leave him alone, if he wants to walk the stair let him. At least it's good for your health... You should have more respect for... rabble rabble blah blah blah" *rest of abuse was muffled by his beard*

Some weird people out there man.

Oh, and Lenny's impression of the voice-over on the train station platform:
"The train on platform 18 goes to... your mum. First stop... her pussy..."

Ahh yeah and cheers to Xander who chucked a used plastic fork at my eye on the train. I wasted so much money yesterday... Mainly on booze, food and the arcade. But on the plus side at least I'm getting some ownage on House of the Dead 4.

Wanna see something mindblowing? try and solve the riddle of this site's existance:
http://http://www.relpats-eht.com/

Yeah I actualy don't have much to say at the moment... My mind is pretty sedate so I've got nothing constructive to say or do. So I'll just sign off and continue listening to Powerman 5000. Ha.


Peace.

Coping with senality.

It is now when I reflect upon the preceding events of today, and the weekend that I have come to the grandiose realisation that all old people, are dicks. To them, when it comes to the culture and customs of the younger generation, we are devoid of all manners, all integrity, self-respect and appreciation. Well, if what they say is true then I believe that the younger generations should live up to the perceptions of the elderly - that we are: menacing, dysfunctional, apathetic, rude and disrespectful.

Harsh you say? Not really... In my opinion (beware, I'm about to make a generalisation) young people (like me) are sick and tired of their awful social graces. It's the simple stuff that pisses me off... For example, last weekend my girlfriend Laura (25 years old) and myself (19 years old) were unloading the luggage out of my car after a long road trip to Jenolan caves. An old fella was walking out of the hotel just as Laura was approaching the extremely heavy wooden doors with arms so full of gear that she could barely lift them. The old man makes eye contact with her, she smiles at him politely, eagerly awaiting his gesture of gentry. At this point, he proceeds to release the door and ignore her completely; the end result being the door slamming in Laura's face and forcing her to put all of her luggage down and open it herself (unnecessarily). We proceed into the lobby, inevitably full of old people having a weekend away. We're waiting in line to be served behind a gentleman who insisted on taking 20 minutes to fill out a form that was literally only three lines long. ARGH!!!!!!!!!

Which leads us to today. As usual on a Monday, I set about my trek home starting at Central station. I had been seated in the same bench-seat for about 20 minutes. Slowly, the seats beside me began to fill up as more people congregated around the platform. One seat left, and it appeared to create some sort of bitter dog-fight between a rotund woman, and a 60 year old, whom despite her small stature and frail visade, turned out to be quite fit and healthy. I sat there... watching them stride over from opposite sides. The large woman had clearly eyeballed the seat first, as she was further away... She was moving at a casual pace, but she didn't see the need to sprint to a vacated seat. Enter the old woman...

Eyeing off the seat at the last minute, and I kid you not, there was a millisecond in this photo finish... She darted over, sly and agile like a fox and flopped on to the seat just as the woman was positioning herself to sit down. It was fucking rude.

Before I could get up to offer the large woman my seat, she had already uttered a snide comment to the old woman and waddled off into the hustle and bustle of the peak hour crowd. I felt like saying something to the old witch, who proceeded to put her bag on my side of the fucking arm-wrest (despite my arm being there), digging through her plastics for fairy cakes. Yeah, you know the irony, this hag supposedly made up of sugar and spice and all things nice wasn't so sweet. She was bitter, and satisfied that she had gotten her way over a 30 year old fat woman.

Fuck you, old people. If you want to be bitter about your old age, so be it. Just don't whinge and complain when karma bites you deservedly in the arse for all of your geriatrics. There are many elderly men and women who I respect and admire, however it is the minority that influences my generalisation - and it's sad. Not all young ones are monsters, you know. From this day forward I will be presumptuous in all of my encounters with elderly people in public.

Perhaps I have just encountered 'rude people' that aged.... Too bad. The die has cast and old people suck until proven otherwise.


Peace.

Commuter condescension

Okay, so today I'm on my way home from uni in a fairly pleasant mood... My goals for the day were accomplished, the weather was perfect and a heightened sense of human dignity was ripened by the polite conduct of people I was bumping into. No hostility, just happy little commuters making the trek to and fro beneath the tunneled labyrinth of Central station. "Oh shit, I only have a twenty dollar note... Looks like I'll have to stand in the teller line and get a one-way ticket from that happy looking Indian man in the booth." ...And so I stood, waiting for my ticket.

The gent in front of me (and when I say gent, I only say this colloquially), appeared to be a neat and tidy human being who seemed calm about his business. His attire was that of a Real estate agent, his strong cologne resembled that of an over-scented business 'exec' from somewhere near Martin Place. With my copy of 'Mx', I waited patiently for him to approach the polite Indian man in the ticket booth whilst I skimmed through the latest head-lines, eagerly awaiting my ticket transaction. ....And that's when it happened.

My renewed faith in the common good of human beings was stabbed in the heart by the vampirical stake of condescension and arrogance.

Exec: "One single ticket to Hornsby please."

Nice ticket man: "No problem Sir, have a nice day"

Exec: "Ummm, excuse me but you have me two five cent pieces... Give me a ten cent piece."

Nice ticket man: "I'm sorry Sir but I don't have any ten cent coins to give you"

Exec: "But they're right there, I want one of those... Fucking give me a ten cent coin!"

Nice ticket man: "I'm sorry Sir, but I need these coins. These coins are not being dispensed."

Exec: "What's your name you fucking idiot, I'm going to report you to your manager!!"

Nice ticket man: "Uhh.. I-I-I'm sorry Sir but City Rail staff are not allowed to give out their names to the public."

Exec: "Do you really want to lose your 'high and mighty' job as a ticket dispenser mate...? Give me the fucking ten cent coin, or else I'm going to personally see to it that you lose your stupid little job over this you asshole!"

Nice ticket man: "I'm sorry Sir but there is nothing further I can do... I have given you the right amount and have explained to you why I can not give you a ten cent piece"

Exec: "Ok, fine. Enjoy your crappy little job while it lasts fuckwit, I'm reporting you to management"

Nice ticket man: "...F-F-Fucking asshole."


Now, once I had scooped my jaw up off the floor, still in disbelief that a man had squandered and threatened somebodies' livelihood over not receiving a ten cent piece for a perfectly valid reason - I felt physically sick in the stomach. Did that condescending business exec. guy understand the implications of a job loss to some people? The fact that the ticket man could have been a father, or supporting a sick sibling, or just trying to get on his feet with an honest, demanding customer service job for Christs' sake...? And if he is as important as he makes out to be, why the fuck would he, let alone ANYONE in their right mind be in the throes of a quandary over a near-worthless piece of currency? Cool your jets. I honestly don't understand people at times (especially assholes), but after witnessing that charade and blatant disregard for another person's dignity I hereby declare myself officially emancipated from the scum that is the 'human race'.



Peace.