tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59906642024-03-08T16:29:06.229+11:00Outrageous. Beautiful. Misfit.You're not ugly.<br>
I'm just sexier than you.adrock2xanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15780491038446026850noreply@blogger.comBlogger896125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990664.post-6621854275462423022008-12-08T22:49:00.002+11:002008-12-08T22:50:15.482+11:00Last post - RedirectingHi all, this is the last post for my blog. A new blog - incorporating my dog Toby, my family and myself - has been created. Visit <a href="http://themarchingjester.wordpress.com/">The Marching Jester</a>. <br /><br />Until then, so long from Blogger.com.adrock2xanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15780491038446026850noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990664.post-48946368059085503892007-10-03T18:25:00.000+10:002007-10-03T18:47:53.928+10:00<strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><u><span style="font-size:130%;">"Hello, have you met my boobs?"</span></u><br /><br />With the Spring Carnival just around the corner, everyone's gearing up for another great season of racing. Healthy horses permitting.<br /><br />While punters have a flutter at the races, fashionistas prefer to put their money on a sure bid. Yes, the annual fixation on the Big F.<br /><br />Here's hoping flat-chested girls have as much of a chance as Hillary Berry. Berry, the new 'Face of Caulfield', had on herself the most hideous boob dress. Designed by Sydney designer Alex Perr, the dress looked unflattering and uninspired. If anything, Hillary looked like she had Glad-wrapped herself with thrashy garbage bin liner and went to town with it. Her boobs are too squashed, and the shape it completely wrong.<br /><br /></span></strong><a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v101/adrock2xander/jmNATIONALfashion_wideweb__470x3120.jpg" border="0" /></span></strong></a><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><br /><em>Above: Hillary Berry, her boobs and designer Alex Perry.</em></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I'm completely opposed to skimpy looking hoe-dresses on race day. Firstly it's not appropriate. Secondly knowing how unreliable the meterologists are in Melbourne and the weather in Melbourne, prancing around like a slut screaming 'Fuck Me' doesn't exactly warm my heart.<br /><br />Give the dress to a flat-chested girl Alex. Spare Hillary's boobs the blushes. And pain.</span></strong>adrock2xanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15780491038446026850noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990664.post-78254555129554752482007-09-26T10:55:00.000+10:002007-09-26T11:03:04.543+10:00<span style="font-size:130%;"><u style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;">If this had happened to my wife...</u></span><br /><br /><a style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.theage.com.au/news/national/horror-birth-in-toilet/2007/09/26/1190486351230.html">Horror birth</a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >I'd be scarred for a very long time.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >According to </span><a style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://economicobjectorvism.wordpress.com/2007/08/10/gp-ratios-worsen-for-the-suburbs/">economicobjectorvism</a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >, Sydney's patient-doctor ratio is along the lines of 1700:1. It gets worst as you head out to the coast, with ratios of 5000:1.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >That is shocking. This is Australia. A modern, extremely wealthy and resource-rich country. Public hospitals should not be lacking the funding to hire more doctors. While everyone's playing catch up and apologising to the Aboriginals, we do tend to forget about the other 'forgotten' people in Australia - the middle class.<br /><br />What happened in Sydney's Royal North Shore Hospital could have been prevented, and while the genuinely ill or patients with life-threatening symptoms wait in queue for their turn, fucking morons who wana chuck a sickie in the next day beats them to the doctor.<br /><br />I say hospitals should have two queues - Sickie queue and the Genuinely sick queue.<br /></span>adrock2xanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15780491038446026850noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990664.post-72226771043971470302007-09-26T01:01:00.000+10:002007-09-26T01:03:23.773+10:00<span style="font-size:130%;"><u style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;">The modern day Adolf Hitler</u></span><br /><br /><a style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v101/adrock2xander/mahmoud_ahmadinejad_wideweb__470x36.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;">You truly are a fucking idiot Mr Admadinejad.</span>adrock2xanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15780491038446026850noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990664.post-34641920106464878182007-09-15T00:49:00.000+10:002007-09-15T00:55:56.470+10:00<u><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >As Kevin Sheedy would say it...</span></span></u><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Was channel surfing free-to-air tele earlier, and caught about 10 seconds of the footy between West Coast Eagles and Collingwood. The commentator commented on how the semi finals (or perhaps footy?) is the greatest sporting spectacle in the world.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >More on adrock2xander's latest post in </span><a style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://melbourne.metblogs.com/archives/2007/09/as_kevin_sheedy.phtml/">Metroblogging Melbourne</a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" ></span>adrock2xanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15780491038446026850noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990664.post-70247773088919241032007-03-17T20:19:00.000+11:002007-03-17T20:22:04.846+11:00<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><u>24 hours?</u></span><br /><br />When i look back at three years worth of blog entries, it brings me joy and i feel like a little jig, skip and hop.<br /><br />However, with the way my schedule is going right now, i simply don't have time to commit myself to my experiment. Outrageous. Beautiful. Misfit. is temporarily on hiatus.<br /><br />Again, you guys know where to find me.<br /><br />Or grab a copy of Catalyst! :O<br /></span>adrock2xanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15780491038446026850noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990664.post-1169377539799529422007-01-21T21:30:00.000+11:002007-02-07T15:06:51.126+11:00<strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><u>I'm Baaaaackkkkkkk!</u><br /></span><br /><img height="150" alt="mesunnies" hspace="10" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v101/adrock2xander/mesunnies.jpg" width="200" align="left" border="0" /> I knew it had to come. One day, i'll return to Outrageous. Beautiful. Misfit. To bitch (perhaps), discuss (probably) and blog (definitely). And hey, the bloody bug bit me real hard today.<br /><br />It didn't really go away. For the last 6 months, i have been blogging regularly for </span></strong><a href="http://melbourne.metblogs.com"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Metroblogging Melbourne</span></strong></a><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> and every other week or so, </span></strong><a href="http://woofiamtoby.blogspot.com"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I am Toby</span></strong></a><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">. Besides, i've always known i'll return to the blog anyway. Hey, i still remember the password!<br /><br />After a three months hiatus, i'm completely recharged and feel like a raging bull has risen from within me. This bull wants to do some really silly and spontaneous stuff. I just hope i can keep the bull restrained.<br /><br />Remarkably, this blog consistently gets several hundred hits a day. The blog is still churning out at least 150 hits a day in the last three months. Weird, i say. Half of them come from keywords including 'fuck', 'sex', 'gay', 'bisexual', 'melbourne', 'asian' and 'singapore'. I know. Weird, you say.<br /><br />For my new take, Outrageous. Beautiful. Misfit. will now take a new direction. I won't reveal too much yet. I hope the readers return.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em>Above: Dodgy self-portrait on dirty grass patch in Ballarat, Victoria.</em></span></strong>adrock2xanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15780491038446026850noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990664.post-1162174963971750522006-10-30T12:58:00.000+11:002006-12-26T16:53:18.266+11:00<strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><u><span style="font-size:130%;">Just Another Update - New or Old Template Notwithstanding</span></u><br /><br />Hi guys,<br /><br />God i hate this new template. It's so ugly and simple. I much prefer the older template from August 2006 before. </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Anyway, just to reiterate my point just over a month-and-a-half ago on September 11 (of all dates), i've decided to take a breather on the blogging front. Yes, it appears that i've stopped blogging completely and as my mate Joe Gordon of the </span></strong><a href="http://www.woolamaloo.org.uk/"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Woolamaloo Gazette</span></strong></a><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> said in a desperate email sent a week ago in a plea to tempt me to blog again, "Are you in a coma?"<br /><br />Well, i'm still here am i not? :O </span></strong><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /></span></strong><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />Blogging commands a lot of importance in my life, so i've never truely given it up. I never will. Just that after 3 years of blogging you tend to lose track of the other things in life. And i'll be the first to admit i spend far too many hours in front of the PC.<br /><br />You can all still find me blogging on </span></strong><a href="http://melbourne.metblogs.com"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Melbourne Metroblogs</span></strong></a><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">; i'm an authorised author of the city blog and though it's nowhere as witty or sarcastic as Outrageous. Beautiful. Misfit. i'm sure many will appreciate a different adrock2xander. And hey, i do live in Melbourne. So find out what i think of the beautiful city.<br /><br />Also, i have my hands full with my puppy Toby. He has a blog as well - the aptly named </span></strong><a href="http://woofiamtoby.blogspot.com"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I am Toby</span></strong></a><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> - so do visit the site and find out what's going on in my <em>real</em> life.<br /><br />There're some other developments and projects that i'm working on at the moment. In a nutshell, i've successfully campaigned and was elected editor of RMIT Union student magazine <em>Catalyst</em> for 2007.<br /><br />I have a new tv program and am working out plans to set up a media company; these are all out in the horizon and should all become clearer over the Australian summer holidays. Right now, i'm just concentrating on my own 'personal effects' such as just having a normal life, sleeping in to 12pm and pigging out on ice cream and marijuana. It'll be an exciting few months to come.<br /><br />Whether this blog is revived again is another matter. I do appreciate all your friendly comments and questions related to my sudden hiatus; it warms my heart knowing that people still find irreverance, sardonic comments and wit a part of their lives. In this political environment that we live in post 9/11, nobody laughs at themselves anymore.<br /><br />Well i really am still alive, and you can all find me on MSN (adrock2xander@email.com) or email me on the same address. To my Melbourne friends, i'm only a phonecall away :O<br /><br />Ok i've got a 1.30 appointment with my Playstation 2. Ciao.<br /><br /></span></strong></span><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></strong>adrock2xanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15780491038446026850noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990664.post-1158492656283243042006-09-17T21:24:00.000+10:002006-10-22T04:54:33.260+10:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">2 Things</span><br /><br /><u>The Misfit</u><br /><br />Alright, 2 things.<br /><br />Firstly, my pilot episode is finally out! Head on down to RMITv's website to download it, or just click on </strong><a href="http://rmitv.rmit.edu.au/downloads/twsep1.mov"><strong>t</strong>his link</a><strong>.<br /><br />Secondly, just reading Sam of <i>Sam & The City</i> fame</strong> </span><a href="http://blogs.smh.com.au/samandthecity/archives/2006/09/vive_la_differe.html"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">latest article</span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> <strong>on the Sydney Morning Herald. Says here, she interviewed a chick who reckons a bloke with a hairdryer is a bad date.<br /><br />What is she on about? I own a $130 hairdryer, chicks and blokes dig my hair, i get quick access to heat in a cold winter's day, and most importantly, i dry my nether regions with it.<br /><br />What's not to like about a bloke with a hair-dryer?</strong></span>adrock2xanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15780491038446026850noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990664.post-1157976704413439212006-09-11T22:07:00.000+10:002006-09-11T22:38:03.356+10:00<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;">Re-evaluating My Priorities</span></span><br /><br /><u style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;">The Misfit</u><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;">After blogging breathlessly for 3 years, i've decided to take a breather and slower, more relaxed approach to Outrageous. Beautiful. Misfit.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;">At last count my post counter reads 926. That's almost 26 posts a month, or just under a post a day. I made up my mind, a day after purchasing my beautiful new puppy Toby, that something had to give as a puppy is a full time commitment. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;">Couple that with my extra-curriculum activities in Melbourne, i simply do not have time to maintain a blog that's regularly updated. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;">Of course, this blog will not be neglected. I'll be blogging less frequently here, and more on </span><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://woofiamtoby.blogspot.com/">Toby's blog</a><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"> and </span><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://melbourne.metblogs.com/">Metroblogging Melbourne</a><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;">, of which i have a responsibility to write for. I reckon snippets of my life are far more interesting from a puppy's point of view; my posts on Metroblogging are also far more readable and less random. It makes for a more palatable way to digest adrock2xander for all readers.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;">My madcap adventures and manic thoughts will be more condensed in this blog, and i'll slowly phase over to my own domain. Yes, it's something i've been talking about for a long time. But 3 years on Blogger is far too long.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;">Fasten your seat belts guys, as this blog matures and plods along like a geriatric.</span>adrock2xanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15780491038446026850noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990664.post-1157435307290643312006-09-05T15:44:00.000+10:002006-12-25T01:00:13.426+11:00<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Woof!</span></span><br /><br /><u style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;">The Beautiful</u><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >I bought a puppy! He's so cool, he even has his own </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://woofiamtoby.blogspot.com">blog!</a><br /><br /><img style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v101/adrock2xander/Toby/toby2.jpg" alt="Toby on chair" border="0" /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Of course, with Outrageous. Beautiful. Misfit. still in the midst of renovation and what with I am Toby being created, i hope readers are patient enough. Don't be complaining about the template! :O</span>adrock2xanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15780491038446026850noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990664.post-1157326941518657692006-09-04T09:25:00.000+10:002006-09-04T10:14:15.513+10:00<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;">Brought To You In Widescreen</span></span><br /><br /><u style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;">The Beautiful</u><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;">This blog, and along with future MSN conversations, emails and work-related stuff, is brought to you by a 20'1" widescreen monitor.</span><br /><br /><img style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v101/adrock2xander/brandnewpc.jpg" alt="New PC" border="0" /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;">Yep, a marvellous brand new computer. Life is good.</span>adrock2xanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15780491038446026850noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990664.post-1157124640318804442006-09-02T01:13:00.000+10:002006-09-02T03:58:47.450+10:00<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Outrageous. Beautiful. Misfit. Spring 2006 Collection</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><u>The Beautiful</u></span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Fret not. It's still the same adrock2xander. Just a different look.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >While mucking around with my template late last night - i always seem to have time for that, i have waayyyyyyyy too much HTML time on my hands - my naughty fingers accidentally deleted my entire set of codes. After a minute or two of stunned horror, i realised it's not all that bad. I've been meaning to have a complete overhaul of my blog anyway; this mistake gives me the perfect opportunity.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >With this clean look i can look to start afresh with a proper comments system, a more personable template and just a more reader-friendly blog. A proper comments system means i'm now able to reject inappropriate comments (they're plentiful in this blog) and one has to be a registered member of Blogger to leave a comment. Which means, more interaction, less cloak-and-dagger.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >The previous template has been bastardised and operated on so frequently i honestly cannot remember how the original template looked. Gaudy colours i've gotten tired of. Time to go back to basics. White is in.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >So while you're reading the posts, which i'll continually update as you've all come to expect, excuse my ugly sidebar. </span>adrock2xanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15780491038446026850noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990664.post-1157037040460516472006-09-01T00:48:00.000+10:002006-09-02T01:32:29.443+10:00<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >And I Keep Stalking...</span><br /></span><br /><u style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;">The Outrageous</u><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Just a quick note to all my Prof Comm friends in Networked, and to continue my somewhat morbid interest with them. (Insert obligatory </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://raws.adc.rmit.edu.au/%7Es3045201/blog2/">Harry</a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" > remark)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >I do spend time reading your blogs. And turns up certain surprises, least of which is how and why the passive but talented </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><a href="http://raws.adc.rmit.edu.au/%7Es3137123/blog2/">Wye Keen</a></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" > has added my blog to his blogroll. Stranger things have happened.<br /><br />It's interesting, and somewhat fascinating to discover how many of you have never taken to networking through a blog (not, i repeat, NOT myspace). It's an excellent way to brush up on our now rusty journalistic skills, hone your nosy attitude and hey, you get to learn a funky new skill in the form of HTML. </span><br /><br /><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v101/adrock2xander/gold%20coast%202005/sicktothestomach.jpg" alt="How i'd look if i read another blog about the pains of blogging" align="left" border="0" hspace="10" /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Though I think i'd have to shoot myself with a staple gun if i read another friendly blog that's an encapsulation of the week's readings or reflections.<span style="font-size:180%;"> If you find me holding my head in my hands (above) in uni one day, you'd know i've read one too many. </span>You're missing the point of having a blog! Some of you furry friends have already developed your own personality. Yay. I like. Talk about how you woke up next to your neighbour's hot son, stark naked. Or like, why you shave your armpits but not your pubes. Maybe discuss the merits of breath mints over chewing gum.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Now THAT'S a blog.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Ok that's taking it a bit too far. I can't see any of you doing that lol.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >And NOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooo, please do NOT use imageshack as your image server. Take it from someone who's been blogging for 3 years. If you want a dedicated server, sign up for photobucket. It's free, it's amazingly friendly, there's an awesome community in the forums, and you get heaps and heaps of space. Bonus points - they're all yours!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Speaking of myspace, is anyone out there cool enough to withstand the Dark Side? Hell, even yours truly has succumbed to peer pressure and gotten himself </span><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.blogger.com/%20%20http://www.myspace.com/adrock2xander">one</a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Ok i've said it. I've gotten myelf a myspace account. Now all you girls (yes you know who you are lol!), please leave me alone while i wallow in my own pity.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Non-conformist indeed.</span>adrock2xanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15780491038446026850noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990664.post-1156545735572878912006-08-30T10:46:00.000+10:002006-08-31T10:53:51.853+10:00<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Learning On The Job</span></span><br /><br /><u style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;">The Beautiful</u><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >One of the more interesting aspect of working in the F&B industry is, regardless of how long you've worked, you're always learning on the job.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >I waiter in a mid-sized hotel in the CBD, and understood the true meaning of 'learning on the job' several evenings ago.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Working the busy dinner shift, a regular customer by the name of Brendon Roughead must have had a truly bad day at work. He must have made it a point to be the meanest man-bitch to anyone who was serving him.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Unfortunately, that was me.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Brendon asked for a Carlton Cold, which i duly obliged. The beer was served, and while working the register several minutes later, my manager came up to me and whispered that Brendon didn't like the way his beer was poured.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >I paused for awhile. "Bad luck," i thought, "the beer glass was freshly washed and there weren't any cold glasses."</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Brendon called out to me several minutes later, and asked for a glass of red. "What kind of red?" i asked.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >"Do you have a shiraz?" he asked, barely looking up at me as he flipped through the papers.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >I had checked the bar counter earlier in the day, and remembered seeing only bottles of merlot. The bar has seen lots of action the night before.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >"I may have to check with the manager. I'll get back to you." i quirped.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Going through the wine store thoroughly, i found 3 bottles of</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> </span><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.thelittlepenguin.com/home.html">Little Penguin</a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" > shiraz sitting idly in one corner. The shiraz was poured, and i brought it to his table.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >"What shiraz is it?" You could almost sense the sinister sneer from his voice, snarling and cursing at my youthful face.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >"It's Little Penguin from South Australia."</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >"Which region of South Australia?"</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >I was bowled. I honestly had no idea. Brendon was trying to make it difficult for me. Perhaps it wasn't obvious enough that i was a casual staff, not a fully certified sommelier. But i was more incensed at his remarkable lack of courtesy at a staff. I've never agreed with taking your anger out on someone else, and though i may at times have been guilty of it, it's always been at people i know really well. This Brendon dude, i've only seen twice.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >A beat. And i told him honestly, "I've no idea."</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Brendon looked up and peered at me for the first time. He shook his head and waved me away. "Oh nevermind."</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >If this was a Hollywood movie and i was a blonde teen, i'd have ran to the back of the kitchen and cried. But i saw in this awkward situation, a challenge. Brendon had presented to me a perfect opportunity to learn a little about wines. I'm not much of a wine drinker, though i do enjoy a nice glass of sweet white from Brown Brothers or sweet red from Monichino.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >A full hour later, Brendon stood up to leave. I stopped polishing the glasses, looked up and wished him goodbye. And threw the wine region at him.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Unexpectedly, Brendon laughed.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >"You're quite a character, John" Brendon's face flushed red with wine and food. "I just had a bad day at work, i apologise for being nasty."</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >We stood there for a moment or two and chatted.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Before he left, i told him cheekily, "Ring in the next time you come for dinner. I'd like to serve you again."</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Brendon laughed heartily, bid me good bye and left for his room.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Now, if you'd excuse me, i've a sommelier course to attend.</span>adrock2xanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15780491038446026850noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990664.post-1156858239161446792006-08-29T23:22:00.000+10:002006-08-29T23:30:39.193+10:00<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >The Book</span></span><br /><br /><u style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;">The Misfit</u><br /><br /><img style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v101/adrock2xander/metroblog.gif" alt="Metroblogging" border="0" /><br /><br /><img style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v101/adrock2xander/thefootballer.jpg" alt="The Footballer" border="0" /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >This week, my worthless Asian hands found a gem of a treasure. A book. Not just an ordinary book, but a </span><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://melbourne.metblogs.com/archives/2006/08/the_footballer.phtml">very old book</a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >.</span>adrock2xanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15780491038446026850noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990664.post-1156546943382541132006-08-26T08:59:00.000+10:002006-08-26T09:02:23.420+10:00<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Weekend Work</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><u>The Misfit</u></span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Great. It's 8am. The manager calls me up to replace someone else. I'm due in 2 hours.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Ok that didn't sound right.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Happy weekend everyone.</span>adrock2xanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15780491038446026850noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990664.post-1156415911518366722006-08-24T20:29:00.000+10:002006-08-24T20:38:32.410+10:00<strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Why I Love Melbourne</span><br /><br /><u>The Misfit</u><br /><br /><img alt="Metroblogging" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v101/adrock2xander/metroblog.gif" /><br /><br />I come from a city that claims to be 'multicultural'. I used to believe in that hogwash as where else can you find a mix of Malays, Indians and Chinese living harmoniously with one another.<br /><br />Then i arrived in Melbourne, made friends with the wonderful folks here, and had a change of heart. And a whole new opinion and mindset.<br /><br />No disrespect to other metropolitan cities, but i can't think of anywhere in the world where you find yourself sitting next people of Hungarian, Macedonian or Colombian background.<br /><br />Or become good friends with Polish, Sri Lankan or German heritage.<br /><br />How about enjoying some excellent Bulgarian hospitality, tasty Greek delicacies, Italian cuisine or French fare?<br /><br />I can drive my Australian car to a shop to buy a Chinese-made refrigerator, a Japanese-made television or make a detour to an Indian spice shop or a Vietnamese milk bar.<br /><br />Perhaps sip coffee with Jews, snack on fast food with a Romanian, go shopping with a Moroccan or talk about politics with an Iranian?<br /><br />And of course, the huge number of Anglo Saxons too!<br /><br />They're all lovely, and this is what makes Melbourne a wonderful city. Call it multicultural or multitolerance, we're all immigrants who left our countries for a better life.<br /><br />I love Melbourne, do you?</span></strong>adrock2xanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15780491038446026850noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990664.post-1156348342718021622006-08-24T00:28:00.000+10:002006-08-24T01:52:23.096+10:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">I Get Nosy With Networked Media Blogs</span><br /><br /><u>The Misfit</u><br /><br />Many people have asked me why i did not choose Networked Media as a subject. I've been blogging and dabbling with HTML for almost 3 years now; studying Networked would have been a given and scoring a Higher Distinction would have been easy.<br /><br />I disagree. Having a knowledge of HTML and interest in blogging is one thing, but blogging about your lectures and readings is another. I believe one of my greatest strengths is to make something out of nothing; i can make a trip to the milk bar seem like the sexiest journey ever or embellish bullshit to the point of complete unreadability. However, I can't for the life of me blog about a Bruce Mau reading, the beginnings of HTML or why Fugu is a bloody bitch of a program. Also, i highly disagree with Macintosh's accessibility. It has compatibility issues with PCs; for every smooth OS or gimmick that a Mac possesses, it can never truly replace the ubiquitous PC.<br /><br />There's another reasons why i've chosen not to do Networked Media. My closest pals in Professional Communication would know why. For obvious reasons i cannot state what (or who) is. And for this reason alone, i decided to study Broadcasting instead.<br /><br />You can learn a lot about the Media and Professional Communication (Networked) students from their blogs. A curious thing about the nature of the Prof Comm structure is we're so bloody scattered; sharing a lecture and tutorial with first year newbies does feel like a throw back to the days when your mom still changed your diapers. It's great to see my mates on their blogs and find out what's going on in their lives.<br /><br />So what have i discovered so far? Apparently, a lot! As you can see, i had problems finding where my Prof Comm friends were. They're only apparent after i found Nicola.<br /><br /></strong></span><a href="http://raws.adc.rmit.edu.au/~s3104317/blog2/"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Monica's</span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong> blog is an online representation of her - diligent, no fuss and comprehensive. Talk about scary! Her shout out to my blog scores brownie points with me too! (Thanks Mon!)<br /><br /></strong></span><a href="http://raws.adc.rmit.edu.au/~s3108530/blog2/"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Ziba</span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> <strong>likes her fashion! Like i couldn't tell! :O<br /><br />I've gotten to know </strong></span><a href="http://raws.adc.rmit.edu.au/~s3108764/blog2/"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Alexandra</span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong> a tad bit this semester. This blog betrays what she really is, that is, an interesting and opinionated girl! Go Macedonia!<br /><br />I personally don't know </strong></span><a href="http://raws.adc.rmit.edu.au/~s3116018/blog2/"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Ash</span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>, but how can you not spot a girl with funky pink highlights in her hair sitting in class? You can almost sense her pride when she finally figured out how to put an image up on the server.<br /><br /></strong></span><a href="http://raws.adc.rmit.edu.au/~s3141663/blog2/?page_id=7"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Justine</span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong> usually comes to uni dressed like she just got out of bed, but woah she's a party animal! Or was that a ploy to show everyone that she has heaps of blonde friends? And she likes her soccer too. Which is damn cool.<br /><br /></strong></span><a href="http://raws.adc.rmit.edu.au/~s3138841/blog2/index.php?paged=2"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Caity</span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong> writes like an absolute weirdo in her blog. Nah just kidding, you really don't.<br /><br /></strong></span><a href="http://raws.adc.rmit.edu.au/~S3141620/blog2/"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Sandra's</span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong> blog makes for easy reading. As she has absolutely nothing on it. 3 posts? Cmon girlfriend...wtf?<br /><br /></strong></span><a href="http://raws.adc.rmit.edu.au/~s3136172/blog2/"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Latch</span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong> is weird. Quite weird indeed.<br /><br /></strong></span><a href="http://raws.adc.rmit.edu.au/~s3045201/blog2/"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Harry</span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> <strong>is gay. As usual. PS: dude when're you getting on Starcraft man? GOGOGO Zealot rush!<br /><br /></strong></span><a href="http://raws.adc.rmit.edu.au/~s3141518/blog2/"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Jen's</span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong> blog requires a pair of binoculars to read for users with a default 'smaller' font. Once the size has been rectified, it's a really interesting read.<br /><br /></strong></span><a href="http://raws.adc.rmit.edu.au/~s3135821/blog2/"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Matt</span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong> loves himself. And his blog. Go statcounter.<br /><br />Stare at </strong></span><a href="http://raws.adc.rmit.edu.au/~e56720/blog/"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Sean's</span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong> background for too long, and you may just cross-eyed.<br /><br /></strong></span><a href="http://raws.adc.rmit.edu.au/~s3107781/blog2/"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Fraser'<strong>s</strong></span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong> asking for a pinch on his buttocks what with putting my full name on his blog roll. But hey i'm on his blog. Cool. PS: any response from Mr Jolly yet Frase? And change my name! It's ugly!<br /><br /></strong></span><a href="http://raws.adc.rmit.edu.au/~s3106856/blog2/"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Siobhan's</span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong> favourite color has to be green.<br /><br /></strong></span><a href="http://raws.adc.rmit.edu.au/~S3107177/blog2/"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Nicola</span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong> loves her grandmother. To bits. Oh and your sidebar isn't correctly aligned Nic. Or is it just me?<br /><br />I'm still trying to find out who</strong> </span><a href="http://raws.adc.rmit.edu.au/~s3074677/blog2/"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Corporate Honey</span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong> is.<br /><br /></strong></span><a href="http://raws.adc.rmit.edu.au/~s3110422/blog2/"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Gabrielle</span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong> likes flowers.<br /><br />I love you</strong> </span><a href="http://raws.adc.rmit.edu.au/~s3108248/blog2/index.php"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Sophie</span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong> :O<br /><br /></strong></span><a href="http://raws.adc.rmit.edu.au/~s3108398/blog2/"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Jenika's</span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong> been blogging many entries. Far more than many others. Where's the fire Jen lol. Why the rush?<br /><br />Argh </strong></span><a href="http://raws.adc.rmit.edu.au/~s3085806/blog2/"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Greta</span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>, too pink! And half your images don't work. Meh.<br /><br /></strong></span><a href="http://raws.adc.rmit.edu.au/~s3079488/blog2/"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Samantha</span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong> likes fairy floss and kitties. Oh wait, we already knew that :O Eh, your sidebar's not aligned Sam.<br /><br />Who have i left out? </strong></span>adrock2xanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15780491038446026850noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990664.post-1155908871817396032006-08-23T11:42:00.000+10:002006-08-23T11:47:50.303+10:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">In Metroblogging Melbourne: Conversations with a cab driver</span><br /><br /><u>The Misfit</u><br /><br /><img alt="Metroblogging" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v101/adrock2xander/metroblog.gif" border="0" /><br /><br />*BURP*<br /><br />It's Friday night. I stepped out from the warm interior of </strong></span><a href="http://www.miettas.com.au/Australia/Victoria/Melbourne/Shoya_Japanese_Restaurant.html"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Shoya</span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong> restaurant into the cool, wintry air. Melbourne sits on the cusp of winter and spring, but it's still a tad bit chilly. I pulled my jacket closer to my body, and conscious of my </strong></span><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yebisu"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Yebisu</span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong> breath, i poppsed an Eclipse mint into my mouth.<br /><br />Melbourne CBD changes on Friday nights. The working crowd, starved of fun and excitement in the week, walk around the narrow streets, talking loudly and happily. On occassions, you get the odd karaoke fanatic and reckons getting an old shoe thrown at them is an attractive proposition, as they burst into their rendition of *insert song here*.<br /><br />Anxious to get home, i flagged a cab. Something i shouldn't have done, as the cab driver got me laughing so hard, it was almost a crime not to shed tears.<br /><br /></strong></span><a href="http://melbourne.metblogs.com/archives/2006/08/how_to_laugh_re.phtml#more"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">How to laugh really hard in a cab</span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><br /></span>adrock2xanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15780491038446026850noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990664.post-1155996937565494672006-08-20T00:11:00.000+10:002006-08-20T00:16:34.266+10:00<strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;">New-Age Brothel</span><br /><br /><u>The Beautiful</u><br /><br /><img alt="Brothel along Mt. Alexander" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v101/adrock2xander/brothelmtalexander.jpg" /><br /><br />Brothels these days sure don't make any attempts to mask their catalogue of women. This brothel has a choice collection.<br /><br />Nah, just a hair salon along Mount Alexander Road with a funky name.</span></strong>adrock2xanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15780491038446026850noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990664.post-1155996513874683222006-08-19T23:47:00.000+10:002006-08-20T00:08:33.903+10:00<strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;">A New Mouse!</span><br /><br /><u>The Outrageous</u><br /><br /><img alt="Superman Mouse!" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v101/adrock2xander/supermanmouse.jpg" /><br /><br />I've got a Superman Mouse!<br /></span></strong>adrock2xanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15780491038446026850noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990664.post-1155775088797060872006-08-17T10:01:00.000+10:002006-08-17T10:58:42.310+10:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">You Fucking Cock Wanker</span><br /><br /><u>The Outrageous</u><br /><br /><img alt="An Australian Asian! Gasp! Shock horror!" hspace="10" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v101/adrock2xander/ahn.jpg" align="left" border="0" /> <span style="font-size:130%;">WARNING</span>: <em>This post starts off really light-heartedly, and tapers off to an angry conclusion. How i manage to pull it off, i don't know. Let's just say when it comes to racial profiling, it's a lose-lose situation.</em><br /><br />Is anyone aware of the awesome-ness that is Sam de Brito? I reckon he's the funniest journalist/comedian in Australia, and i absolutely love his writing.<br /><br />Sam's blog,</strong> </span><a href="http://blogs.theage.com.au/allmenareliars/"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">All Men Are Liars</span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>, on both the <em>Sydney Morning Herald</em> and Melbourne's<em> The Age</em>, appears everyday with the funny currency.<br /><br />Yesterday's post,</strong> </span><a href="http://blogs.theage.com.au/allmenareliars/archives/2006/08/how_do_you_spel.html#comments"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">"How do you say 'yobbo' in Vietnamese?"</span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> <strong>was one of the most politically-correct article on Australian Asians i've ever read. Or the only one i've ever read. Sam's clarity of thought and his honest writings have always appealed to a large pool of audience. I don't agree with everything he says, but i must profess to love his form of humour and well thought-out articles. </strong></span><br /><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Interestingly, the only ones who are irritated by "How do you say 'yobbo' in Vietnamese?" are of Caucasian background. Most Caucasians can never truly understand what it feels like to be a 'minority' as they've never been to a non-Caucasian country before. I'd like to find the fucker who claimed that <span style="font-size:180%;">Asians "may look different but so long as you act exactly the same way as us then that's fine, just make sure you subsume those nasty little cultural habits to the dominant white australian culture and we'll all get along fine."</span></strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">I'll fucking kill you, you cock-wanker.</span> </strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>The truth is, Asians don't normally appear on the radar of Australian medias. They rarely register a blip. When they're not speaking English, selling bread in bakeries or trying hard to be understood, they're minding their own business in milk bars, insulating themselves from the supposedly 'superior' white culture or doing a bloody good job as a cultural outsider. </strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>White-Australians claim that Asians do not speak English. They're always immensely surprised to find an Asian who speaks good and fluent English. I suppose in today's global climate, it shouldn't be surprising anymore.</strong> <strong><span style="font-size:180%;">Hell, i'd hardly be surprised if some white man came up to me and spoke Bahasa Indonesian, Tagalog or Mandarin</span>.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">If Australia claims to be a free country - the government has a habit of saying that - then everyone should be allowed to do, say and practice what we want.</span> As long as it's legal. This means if i decide to speak Mandarin in public (shock gasp horror!), visit the nearest</strong> <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yum_cha">yum cha</a><strong> outlet, shop in Chinatown or decide to start a </strong><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Falun_Gong">Falun Gong</a><strong> rally, it shouldn't be anything out of the ordinary.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><strong>And just because</strong> </span><a href="http://adrock2xander.blogspot.com/2006/07/accents-and-likeness-of-it-beautiful.html"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">i don't speak with your Australian accent</span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> <strong>doesn't mean that my English is worse off than yours. It just means i speak more than one language, have been to many countries and am more world-wise than you are.<br /><br />Which makes me, more superior than you.<br /><br /><em>Look out for adrock2xander's reply to Sam's blog at the 12:35 AM mark. He tried his hardest to be civil to the white supremists on a public blog.</em></strong> </span></p>adrock2xanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15780491038446026850noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990664.post-1155738525869693042006-08-17T00:25:00.000+10:002006-08-17T00:28:46.010+10:00<strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Potential Tee Shirt Slogan</span><br /><br /><u>The Misfit</u><br /><br />So i've been thinking of printing my own tee shirts. Some ideas i've thought of:<br /><br />WTF I'm a Gook!<br />I shower twice a day<br />Today is Gook Pride Day<br />Ninjas killed my family, need $$ for revenge<br />Gook and proud of it<br /></span></strong>adrock2xanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15780491038446026850noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990664.post-1155391115758649832006-08-16T18:03:00.000+10:002006-08-16T23:36:32.646+10:00<strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;">I'm Lousy With Women</span><br /><br /><u>The Misfit</u><br /><br />I'm terrible when it comes to my ex-girlfriends. They all tend to leave the country upon our unamiable breakups.<br /><br />Yes, that's how loathe they are to see me. They want to get out of the country. Apparently, breathing the same air kills you.<br /><br />Last i checked, i'm a really nice bloke. I walk on the outside of the pedestrian, i open doors, i pull out their seats, i drop little notes in their purses, i give them hugs and kisses, and <span style="font-size:180%;">i definitely leave the toilet seat down</span>. Can't fathom their urge to leave the country. I think someone's trying to tell me, nice guys always come last. Fuck.<br /><br />What's worse, is they always do better after they leave me. They must like using me as a stepping-stone of some sort. Someone give them a brownie point already.<br /><br />I used to date girls with Chinese extract. So i find it hard to believe that people call me an Asian racist. Pfft.<br /><br />Tina* (she of the statuesque model of Japanese/Chinese descent) left for Japan and became a globe-trotting air stewardess.<br /><br />Tatyana* (she of the waitress of English/Chinese descent) uprooted for Southamptonm, England to be with her family. Last i heard she's working in her dad in a pharmaceutical company.<br /><br />Melissa* (she of the Literature teacher of Indian/Chinese descent) refused to see me for months and left with her mom for Taiwan. Friends tell me she's a public relations practitioner in Shanghai now.<br /><br />You see, chicks generally flee from me. <span style="font-size:180%;">'Coz i'm this big, bad flesh-eating necrophilic bastard son of a child molester.</span> It's sad. I find myself singing "Nobody loves me, Everybody hates me, I'm gonna eat some worms" to myself all the time.<br /><br />So imagine how i felt, when my stunning ex-girlfriend of Indian descent sent me a 'hi' message. Sasha* had broken up with me, packed for Spain and got married 6 years ago. <span style="font-size:180%;">She must really hate me as it seemed marrying was the only way to rinse me out of her system</span>. Or so i thought.<br /><br />Honestly i have no reason to respond to her. She has no reason to hate me either! Sasha was a real bitch to me, treated me like dirt and in the months leading to our eventual breakup, refused to communicate with me. Did my breath really smell that bad?<br /><br />And wouldn't you know, i was the last person in our circle of friends to find out she's gone off to marry some bloke - who's pretty well-off if my sources are correct.<br /><br />Oh well, you dump a poor Chinese in Singapore and marry a rich compadre in Spain. Not doing too bad yourself Sasha!<br /><br />But i'm gona be civil. Hey this isn't schoolyard no more, and what's done is done. I think i may just drop her a friendly email. You know, we could become friends again. <span style="font-size:180%;">And i'll piss her off once more, and she'll pack off to the Moon and marry a funky purple Martian this time.</span></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">*Names have been changed</span></strong>adrock2xanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15780491038446026850noreply@blogger.com0