I know, horrible and corny title but if you know where that line is from, kudos to you, and to you and you, but not you...you're weird...anyways, its the year 2011, and I've successfully completed two blogs in 2010 which could mean two things -
1. Things have been busy with life and I've got no time to blog
or
2. I've got a life, and I don't want to share it with you!
The optimist/pessimist in you can choose your own answer, how fun is this blog already!?
But since I'm such a nice guy, here's a dot point summary to help you catch up with the life that is mine...
Showing posts with label Life's Like That. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Life's Like That. Show all posts
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Saturday, July 18, 2009
My Year One
As of the 17th of July, 2009, it has now been a year since I first proclaimed my interest in Rose and persuaded her to try her hand at the relationship game, which introduced me to the relationship game also and has been both fun and challenging to take part in, but so totally worth it.
I look forward to what the future holds as we strive to remain focused on God in our relationship, and would have to say this has been our best year...so far.
Picture from our very first date, a year ago now, never had I done so much organising for one person.
I look forward to what the future holds as we strive to remain focused on God in our relationship, and would have to say this has been our best year...so far.
Picture from our very first date, a year ago now, never had I done so much organising for one person.
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
My New Slippers
I got new slippers!
I've been needing new ones for a while, especially since the ones I had were falling apart, as you can see in the picture below...
My new slippers look better and feel better. If I took a photo of me wearing them you wouldn't be able to see Homer's face. Me thinks his face is going to dissapear after a while as my heel continues to dig into his head day after day.
I've been needing new ones for a while, especially since the ones I had were falling apart, as you can see in the picture below...
My new slippers look better and feel better. If I took a photo of me wearing them you wouldn't be able to see Homer's face. Me thinks his face is going to dissapear after a while as my heel continues to dig into his head day after day.
Saturday, May 16, 2009
My Rib's Fine
Two weeks later and my ribs are fine, after a week I actually forgot about it and no longer felt pain.
And since that's all I've really got to say I'll use this opportunity to update both you and I about whats happening.
My University timetable have been primarily night classes, meaning I've had to miss out on my training, so I've taken 2 months off from that to save myself money, and will get back to training in June. I'd like to gain more weight over the next year so that when I enter competitions I'll be in the heavier side of the weight range, and have a slight weight advantage, with my long leg advantage I still have to develop. I'm hoping to get my Blue belt this year, but that can only happen if I enter competitions and do well with them, unfortunately most (if not all) competitions run on a Sunday....
...Which brings me to my next update. I'm still looking for someone to help me with powerpoint work at church (Cabramatta Anglican Church), I've only had a handful of real breaks in the last....2-3 years? (2 in the 2008) One of which I've used to enter a BJJ competition, but this year alone I've already had to miss 4 competitions, with one on tomorrow which I won't be able to go to, but I wouldn't have gone anyway because I'm in no shape to take on anyone now.
So I've got to continue to pray for that, and open my eyes to the opportunities present.
I'm still doing children's ministry at CAC, which is wonderful, teaching kids about God and Jesus and see them grow in the knowledge and learning. I often wonder how long I'll be doing this for.
University life is fine, I've actually got a proper group of friends, something I didn't properly have in the last 3 years at UTS doing my IT degree. Uni work is fun, but tough and requires a lot of time. Next year is going to be trying whether I'll be taking a year to do my final project or 6 months, after which I'll have to start looking for work. Either way it's something I'm looking forward to.
Things are looking up, my rib's fine, I just have to remain positive, trust God and move forward, twirling and twirling!
And since that's all I've really got to say I'll use this opportunity to update both you and I about whats happening.
My University timetable have been primarily night classes, meaning I've had to miss out on my training, so I've taken 2 months off from that to save myself money, and will get back to training in June. I'd like to gain more weight over the next year so that when I enter competitions I'll be in the heavier side of the weight range, and have a slight weight advantage, with my long leg advantage I still have to develop. I'm hoping to get my Blue belt this year, but that can only happen if I enter competitions and do well with them, unfortunately most (if not all) competitions run on a Sunday....
...Which brings me to my next update. I'm still looking for someone to help me with powerpoint work at church (Cabramatta Anglican Church), I've only had a handful of real breaks in the last....2-3 years? (2 in the 2008) One of which I've used to enter a BJJ competition, but this year alone I've already had to miss 4 competitions, with one on tomorrow which I won't be able to go to, but I wouldn't have gone anyway because I'm in no shape to take on anyone now.
So I've got to continue to pray for that, and open my eyes to the opportunities present.
I'm still doing children's ministry at CAC, which is wonderful, teaching kids about God and Jesus and see them grow in the knowledge and learning. I often wonder how long I'll be doing this for.
University life is fine, I've actually got a proper group of friends, something I didn't properly have in the last 3 years at UTS doing my IT degree. Uni work is fun, but tough and requires a lot of time. Next year is going to be trying whether I'll be taking a year to do my final project or 6 months, after which I'll have to start looking for work. Either way it's something I'm looking forward to.
Things are looking up, my rib's fine, I just have to remain positive, trust God and move forward, twirling and twirling!
Saturday, May 2, 2009
My Rib Hurts
Doing BJJ (Brazilian Jiu Jitsu) is a dangerous sport, like any other contact sport you can get hurt and/or injured. While at training, we had a guy who broke his arm while wrestling, and amazingly he didn't scream in pain like I would and had to go to the hospital, needless to say I don't think he came back.
I've seen people get choked out to the point of blacking out, which is pretty funny seeing a person go limp, and then recover later not knowing what had happened. I once nearly blacked out, but managed to tap out, leading to the other guy letting go of my head and all the oxygen and blood rushed back to my brain and for a moment I didn't know where I was but regained my composure only to tap out again moments later.
I've seen guys get hurt in their downstairs area, which, as painful as it is, is also amusing. I once accidentally landed right onto a friend I was wrestling and I've never seen a person leap so high from his back in pain before, it reminded me of pro wrestling and how they take bumps, but to see it happen in person was hilarious even though he was in extreme pain. That's why I wear a cup, to avoid these things.
Anyways, last week on Thursday I was wrestling a friend who is better and heavier than me, and while wrestling he wound up on top in mount, which is one of the best positions for him to be in, and worst positions for me to be in. He transferred to what is called "Rodeo Mount" where his legs would extend out so he's fully sitting on you, like a cowboy sits on a bull, trying to control him. I knew I was going to lose pretty soon, but I tried to escape anyway and decided to buck him and try to roll him over, all I succeeded in doing was bucking him up into the air for a second, and like a persistent cowboy came back down on my chest and essentially sat on my ribs, particularly my left side of my ribs. So I was in major pain, following the round I didn't wrestle anymore, went home and iced my chest down.
Come Tuesday my rib is still bothering me, it's sticking out more on my left side (where it hurts) than on my right side, so that's not normal. So I go to see the doctor, but due to the mass amount of other people waiting, I end up going to Wednesday.
The doctor checks out my rib and prescribes an X-Ray for me, which I went to take after seeing the doctor. Getting an X-Ray was interesting, I was expecting to lie down on a bed while a machine X-Ray's me but instead I had to stand up against a wall thing and breathe in, breathe out and even stop breathing for the lady to X-ray me. Having a female do it was slightly awkward for a bit, being a bit self conscious of being topless while some lady takes pictures of your bones, that's going way deep...
Come Friday I pick up my X-Rays and then see the doctor so he can look at them. Fearing a fractured rib, he told me that I was okay, and that it was just tissue damage, or something like that, but having said that he told me "X-ray's may not pick up everything", so I had to keep an eye on it and in two weeks if it's still hurting come back for another X-ray.
Right now my rib hurts, but hopefully it'll heal itself like Wolverine (go go current blockbuster movie reference) very soon. Let's see how I go in two weeks time...now where's that ice pack.
I've seen people get choked out to the point of blacking out, which is pretty funny seeing a person go limp, and then recover later not knowing what had happened. I once nearly blacked out, but managed to tap out, leading to the other guy letting go of my head and all the oxygen and blood rushed back to my brain and for a moment I didn't know where I was but regained my composure only to tap out again moments later.
I've seen guys get hurt in their downstairs area, which, as painful as it is, is also amusing. I once accidentally landed right onto a friend I was wrestling and I've never seen a person leap so high from his back in pain before, it reminded me of pro wrestling and how they take bumps, but to see it happen in person was hilarious even though he was in extreme pain. That's why I wear a cup, to avoid these things.
Anyways, last week on Thursday I was wrestling a friend who is better and heavier than me, and while wrestling he wound up on top in mount, which is one of the best positions for him to be in, and worst positions for me to be in. He transferred to what is called "Rodeo Mount" where his legs would extend out so he's fully sitting on you, like a cowboy sits on a bull, trying to control him. I knew I was going to lose pretty soon, but I tried to escape anyway and decided to buck him and try to roll him over, all I succeeded in doing was bucking him up into the air for a second, and like a persistent cowboy came back down on my chest and essentially sat on my ribs, particularly my left side of my ribs. So I was in major pain, following the round I didn't wrestle anymore, went home and iced my chest down.
Come Tuesday my rib is still bothering me, it's sticking out more on my left side (where it hurts) than on my right side, so that's not normal. So I go to see the doctor, but due to the mass amount of other people waiting, I end up going to Wednesday.
The doctor checks out my rib and prescribes an X-Ray for me, which I went to take after seeing the doctor. Getting an X-Ray was interesting, I was expecting to lie down on a bed while a machine X-Ray's me but instead I had to stand up against a wall thing and breathe in, breathe out and even stop breathing for the lady to X-ray me. Having a female do it was slightly awkward for a bit, being a bit self conscious of being topless while some lady takes pictures of your bones, that's going way deep...
Come Friday I pick up my X-Rays and then see the doctor so he can look at them. Fearing a fractured rib, he told me that I was okay, and that it was just tissue damage, or something like that, but having said that he told me "X-ray's may not pick up everything", so I had to keep an eye on it and in two weeks if it's still hurting come back for another X-ray.
Right now my rib hurts, but hopefully it'll heal itself like Wolverine (go go current blockbuster movie reference) very soon. Let's see how I go in two weeks time...now where's that ice pack.
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
My Licence To Drive
Finally, after two years and a little bit of green P plates I've upgraded to the status of Full Licence, earning a nice yellow streak on my licence, and even better, a slightly decent looking photo of myself, more so than my other licences.
No more plates, its all good. I'm now an adult! Check me out!
No more plates, its all good. I'm now an adult! Check me out!
Friday, July 4, 2008
My First Car Crash - Epilogue
Have you ever had the moment where you say something, and immediately after you say it, it happens? And someone says you "Spoke too soon"? Well, that happened to me, except it was more like, you "Blogged too soon", because the day I posted my entry 'My First Car Crash', that day I got a letter from AAMI, saying that after reviewing their customer's (short, old man) record of events, they determined that I was the one at fault and should pay for the damages caused to their customer's vehicle, I had to respond within 15 days.
Now, I started to freak out a little, not because I had posted up a blog that day proclaiming everything was fine, but because I had a letter saying I was at fault and I now needed to PAY money for damages. This did not sit well with me, nor with my dad when I told him, and he said he would take care of it, but because he was so busy, this didn't happen. It was my problem anyhow, and I unconsciously forgot about it until I received a telephone call from AAMI asking what I was going to do about it, and I said "I don't think it was my fault" and they told me to "lodge a claim with your insurance company", so the next day we went to see GIO and explained our situation, and being third party, it'd be useless to lodge a claim to begin with unless I wanted to throw money around like I had won the lottery. GIO told us to dispute it with AAMI directly, so that day I went home, called AAMI and told them they were wrong and I was right, well something along those lines. They asked for my version of events and after trying to explain what had happened the guy told me to send/fax a letter with what happened in writing, because he couldn't understand me (it's either an indian/chinese thing, or I just couldn't express myself clearly enough). I opted to email instead, because it makes my life easier, so I got an email for AAMI and then went on to type out my version of events, and because I knew I was not totally at fault, I wanted to now stick it to the old, short man and came up with this as my accident report...
Picture one depicts my car, in red waiting at the red light, I had just left church, the building on the right.
I wanted to change onto the left lane, in order to turn left.
To avoid hitting the car in front of me, I decided to reverse, and checked that there were no cars behind me before doing so.
Picture two shows Mr. XXX’s car, turning into the street at the bottom of the screen. The lights were still red for me, and I was beginning to change lanes, having determined it was safe to do so.
Picture three shows what happened. Mr. XXX, having just turned into the road, went ahead to do a U-Turn. At this time, having seen no cars behind me, I changed gears to Reverse, eased my foot off the accelerator to allow the car to reverse on its own, and just as I began to reverse, Mr. XXX quickly did his U-Turn, running into the back of my vehicle.
The police came and having determined that both cars were drivable and no one was hurt, had us move our vehicles. Mr. XXX went to move his vehicle by attempting to complete the U-turn, which would not have been a full u-turn as his vehicle was too close to mine to begin with, in the initial u-turn and he risked hitting my car again before the police officer told him to stop, and reverse his car to allow ample room to clear my car. This shows that Mr. XXX’s u-turn was done hastily without allowing enough room for himself to do a complete u-turn to begin with, whether or not my car reversed or not.
Impressive and convincing yeah? I'd say so, and thought they would too. But after a week I received no reply, and got impatient so I called them again to ask what was up. Turns out they had gotten the email, but the guy just hasn't checked it yet...well thats great. They said they would check it and call back in an hour. An hour passed and I received no call, a day passed and I received no call, a week passed and while getting changed I received a call, so I wasn't exactly ready for it.
The moment of truth had arrived, AAMI had checked my accident report, and lo and behold they declared the whole accident an EPO! Whats an EPO you ask? That's what I asked! And he said it's when Each Customer Pays For Their Own Vehicle Damage! I couldn't help but crack a smile and do a fist pump as I heard those words, and just to make sure I said,
"So I don't need to pay for your customer's damages at all right?"
"Yes, that is correct"
"Okay then, that's fine" (It was more than fine)
It was more than fine because had they somehow determined that I was at a complete fault I would have needed to pay a total of $1433.54, and where I was going to get those 4 cents, I had no idea so I was very pleased with the result. The old, short man however? He'll have to find his own 4 cents to pay for his damages, and hopefully I won't need to see him again. I'll just leave my car as it is, and wait for the next person to hit me, but next time it'll be their complete fault, and I'll be the one chasing them for money.
But I shouldn't get ahead of myself like this, for all I know, I could've blogged too soon again...
Now, I started to freak out a little, not because I had posted up a blog that day proclaiming everything was fine, but because I had a letter saying I was at fault and I now needed to PAY money for damages. This did not sit well with me, nor with my dad when I told him, and he said he would take care of it, but because he was so busy, this didn't happen. It was my problem anyhow, and I unconsciously forgot about it until I received a telephone call from AAMI asking what I was going to do about it, and I said "I don't think it was my fault" and they told me to "lodge a claim with your insurance company", so the next day we went to see GIO and explained our situation, and being third party, it'd be useless to lodge a claim to begin with unless I wanted to throw money around like I had won the lottery. GIO told us to dispute it with AAMI directly, so that day I went home, called AAMI and told them they were wrong and I was right, well something along those lines. They asked for my version of events and after trying to explain what had happened the guy told me to send/fax a letter with what happened in writing, because he couldn't understand me (it's either an indian/chinese thing, or I just couldn't express myself clearly enough). I opted to email instead, because it makes my life easier, so I got an email for AAMI and then went on to type out my version of events, and because I knew I was not totally at fault, I wanted to now stick it to the old, short man and came up with this as my accident report...
Picture one depicts my car, in red waiting at the red light, I had just left church, the building on the right.
I wanted to change onto the left lane, in order to turn left.
To avoid hitting the car in front of me, I decided to reverse, and checked that there were no cars behind me before doing so.
Picture two shows Mr. XXX’s car, turning into the street at the bottom of the screen. The lights were still red for me, and I was beginning to change lanes, having determined it was safe to do so.
Picture three shows what happened. Mr. XXX, having just turned into the road, went ahead to do a U-Turn. At this time, having seen no cars behind me, I changed gears to Reverse, eased my foot off the accelerator to allow the car to reverse on its own, and just as I began to reverse, Mr. XXX quickly did his U-Turn, running into the back of my vehicle.
The police came and having determined that both cars were drivable and no one was hurt, had us move our vehicles. Mr. XXX went to move his vehicle by attempting to complete the U-turn, which would not have been a full u-turn as his vehicle was too close to mine to begin with, in the initial u-turn and he risked hitting my car again before the police officer told him to stop, and reverse his car to allow ample room to clear my car. This shows that Mr. XXX’s u-turn was done hastily without allowing enough room for himself to do a complete u-turn to begin with, whether or not my car reversed or not.
Impressive and convincing yeah? I'd say so, and thought they would too. But after a week I received no reply, and got impatient so I called them again to ask what was up. Turns out they had gotten the email, but the guy just hasn't checked it yet...well thats great. They said they would check it and call back in an hour. An hour passed and I received no call, a day passed and I received no call, a week passed and while getting changed I received a call, so I wasn't exactly ready for it.
The moment of truth had arrived, AAMI had checked my accident report, and lo and behold they declared the whole accident an EPO! Whats an EPO you ask? That's what I asked! And he said it's when Each Customer Pays For Their Own Vehicle Damage! I couldn't help but crack a smile and do a fist pump as I heard those words, and just to make sure I said,
"So I don't need to pay for your customer's damages at all right?"
"Yes, that is correct"
"Okay then, that's fine" (It was more than fine)
It was more than fine because had they somehow determined that I was at a complete fault I would have needed to pay a total of $1433.54, and where I was going to get those 4 cents, I had no idea so I was very pleased with the result. The old, short man however? He'll have to find his own 4 cents to pay for his damages, and hopefully I won't need to see him again. I'll just leave my car as it is, and wait for the next person to hit me, but next time it'll be their complete fault, and I'll be the one chasing them for money.
But I shouldn't get ahead of myself like this, for all I know, I could've blogged too soon again...
Saturday, June 14, 2008
My Double Take
Hey, how's it going? I'm feeling a bit random today and while trawling through the internet webs, I got entangled in webpage known as Facebook and while looking through photos as one does on Facebook because people are always posting photos and I came across a photo of what seemed like a compilation of faces, belonging to the same person and I was like "aw yeah, same face", but then did a double take and woosh "they're all different facial expressions!". So this blog is going to be about the double take, and what I can think of to write about it...
Little Lisa's Lots of Looks
So what is a double take? According to some description on the ever helpful internets...
"A double take is a rapid or surprised second look, either literal or figurative, at a person or situation whose significance had not been completely grasped at first"
I find the double take quite fascinating, not only because I'm trying to come off as interesting and mindful of what I'm saying but also because the literal second turn is funny to see when someone does do a double take, moreso when their neck hurts.
When you do a double take, what you see the first time turns out totally different from what it was, whether its a good thing or a bad thing, bad like you drive down the road, see something on the side, "oh, a paper bag", but then you do a double take and it turns out to be road kill, or you're walking, you see a person with long flowing hair, do a double take and its a guy. Or you're eating ice cream in a silly ice cream race, look down to scoop, and it looks like you're winning, double take and it's still more than half way full, you're going to lose!
Or good like, you're sitting at the computer, you're feeling thirsty, you look at your cup, see that it's empty, double take and there's still a bit of water left, saving you from getting up to get more water, disrupting your chat/gaming/watching/resting session. Or you're in bed, trying to fall asleep and you look over, and see a ghost! Double take and its just your white shirt with the picture of a ghost on it that you happen to leave hanging on the stand in a precarious, ghostly position. Or you take a look at your burger, it says Double Cheeseburger, do a double take and noticed the T written on the wrapping denoting Triple Cheeseburger. Or you go shopping, see something nice (clothes, shoes, game, dvd, cd) and notice the expensive price, double take and it's been slashed down to half price!
Or funny like, you glance at her teeth, double take and there's some spinach or green herb or seaweed in her teeth, and from then on its no longer a double take, its a try not to stare take (but I of course, would let her know).
Or you grab a piece of tissue from the table, take a glance, wipe your mouth, double take and it turns out it had been used before, for blowing someones nose...I guess that one can be bad too...
Or the usual or expected nothing double take, you look out the window, see a dog with the head of a horse, do a double take expecting something else but it's still a dog with the head of a horse. Or you order a Triple Cheeseburger, but when you look at the wrapping it says Double Cheesebuger, double take and nothing changes, so you go and return it for a triple cheeseburger only to return to the table and find out the other burger you ordered was your triple cheeseburger, saving you $1 and netting you two triple cheeseburgers.
Sometimes a double take feels like magic, things are not what they seem and I guess thats what I like about the double take. Next time, take quick glances to give yourself more magical double take moments, though don't do it too much, you might get dizzy and do yourself a double take to the floor!
So what are you experiences of double takes? Not in the movie sense of take 1, take 2 or the food freebies sense of you can take one but you can't take two pieces, but the kind that happens with situations, people and your eyeballs. One day, I want to go for the triple take, that'll make people do a double take at me as I do the triple take at them, making it a pentagonal take? Might want to do a double take at that sentence...
Little Lisa's Lots of Looks
So what is a double take? According to some description on the ever helpful internets...
"A double take is a rapid or surprised second look, either literal or figurative, at a person or situation whose significance had not been completely grasped at first"
I find the double take quite fascinating, not only because I'm trying to come off as interesting and mindful of what I'm saying but also because the literal second turn is funny to see when someone does do a double take, moreso when their neck hurts.
When you do a double take, what you see the first time turns out totally different from what it was, whether its a good thing or a bad thing, bad like you drive down the road, see something on the side, "oh, a paper bag", but then you do a double take and it turns out to be road kill, or you're walking, you see a person with long flowing hair, do a double take and its a guy. Or you're eating ice cream in a silly ice cream race, look down to scoop, and it looks like you're winning, double take and it's still more than half way full, you're going to lose!
Or good like, you're sitting at the computer, you're feeling thirsty, you look at your cup, see that it's empty, double take and there's still a bit of water left, saving you from getting up to get more water, disrupting your chat/gaming/watching/resting session. Or you're in bed, trying to fall asleep and you look over, and see a ghost! Double take and its just your white shirt with the picture of a ghost on it that you happen to leave hanging on the stand in a precarious, ghostly position. Or you take a look at your burger, it says Double Cheeseburger, do a double take and noticed the T written on the wrapping denoting Triple Cheeseburger. Or you go shopping, see something nice (clothes, shoes, game, dvd, cd) and notice the expensive price, double take and it's been slashed down to half price!
Or funny like, you glance at her teeth, double take and there's some spinach or green herb or seaweed in her teeth, and from then on its no longer a double take, its a try not to stare take (but I of course, would let her know).
Or you grab a piece of tissue from the table, take a glance, wipe your mouth, double take and it turns out it had been used before, for blowing someones nose...I guess that one can be bad too...
Or the usual or expected nothing double take, you look out the window, see a dog with the head of a horse, do a double take expecting something else but it's still a dog with the head of a horse. Or you order a Triple Cheeseburger, but when you look at the wrapping it says Double Cheesebuger, double take and nothing changes, so you go and return it for a triple cheeseburger only to return to the table and find out the other burger you ordered was your triple cheeseburger, saving you $1 and netting you two triple cheeseburgers.
Sometimes a double take feels like magic, things are not what they seem and I guess thats what I like about the double take. Next time, take quick glances to give yourself more magical double take moments, though don't do it too much, you might get dizzy and do yourself a double take to the floor!
So what are you experiences of double takes? Not in the movie sense of take 1, take 2 or the food freebies sense of you can take one but you can't take two pieces, but the kind that happens with situations, people and your eyeballs. One day, I want to go for the triple take, that'll make people do a double take at me as I do the triple take at them, making it a pentagonal take? Might want to do a double take at that sentence...
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
My First Car Crash
On Sunday, 18th of May 2008 at around 3:30pm, I crashed my car...
Well, it was more like he crashed into me, it was a bit confusing at the time but I'll try and explain it as best as I can, because I would like to read about it too...
So once again, another week at church, another week trying to work out what to do after music practice, and we decided on going to the shops known as Liverpool Westfield for some shopping, so I got into my automobile, as I do when I want to travel from place to place and I drove out onto Cumberland St to turn onto Cabramatta Rd eventually, however I was on the right lane at the time, and wanted to get onto the left lane so that I could turn left, to eventually get to Liverpool. So I did what one would normally do, checked my rear view mirror for any cars behind me, and after confirming no cars in sight I reversed, and after reversing what seemed like less than half a metre, *CRUMPLE*!! (I heard crumple, not crash). I froze, and thought "What in the world did I hit? There was no car behind me!", I checked my side mirror and saw a car, well the back half of a car. It was perpendicular to mine. I drove forward after the *crumple* as one would, and after seeing the car, thought of driving off but decided against it, for it would be a stupid thing to do but mainly because there was a red light preventing me from doing so.
I also thought that since I essentially backed into a car, and all I could see was the back half in my mirror, the front half must've been hit, so I was like "Dang, did I crush the guy?", but he got out of the car to assess the damage and said something to me, confirming I didn't kill someone, I said to him, "Are you okay?" to which he replied "Yu hit me", in his chinese accent, to which I replied with a "Yeahhhhhh...sorry about that.", partially hoping that he wouldn't mind for some reason, but he did, and after showing me his little dent in his car door asked for my license details. Being the noob that I was I wasn't sure what to do in a car crash situation, but fortunately the guys from church were still around and helped me through the process.
"Make sure you get his details too.", sound advice I'd say, so I did. After exchanging details, I wasn't sure what was next, he was adamant that it was my fault, I didn't know what was going on. I didn't know what insurance thing I was with either, but later found out it was GIO and not AAMI like I thought it was. It also didn't help that people from church just kept coming out to see what was going on, though after a while it got amusing, our minister coming out was the icing on the cake.
We ended up calling the police, just to make the situation more official feeling or something, and soon enough he came in his unmarked car, dressed in unmarked clothing, looking all undercover like. He called the drivers, listened to the old man's explanation while I watched on calmly and then asked if any of us were hurt (nope) and if the vehicles were drivable (they were), then said he didn't care whose fault it was, and told us to work it out with our insurance companies. While he relatively did nothing, he helped move things along. Like the fact that the guy's car was still making a T shape with mine, in the middle of the road, disrupting traffic. So we moved our cars, and he drove off, and I hung around to check things out.
Turned out the reason I didn't see the guys car when reversing is because his car wasn't there to begin with, he was on the other side of the road and decided to do an impromptu U-Turn, right into the back of my 4WD, and it didn't help his case that his U-turn was a 3-point turn because he wouldn't have made it all the way the first time, so that was quite annoying that he insisted it was my fault, but I suppose in cases like this it happens.
We told our insurance company what happened and they said it was his fault, we had 3rd party insurance anyway so our insurance wouldn't have covered us either way. So in the end I was pretty meh about the whole situation, we didn't need to pay anything for his damage, and our damage was too minimal to even bother getting it fixed at the moment. I'm sure those of you who have seen my car haven't noticed any major damage. Him on the other hand, just a small dent, though what looked small to me may have been huge to him. Oh, and did I mention he was short? I didn't register it in my mind at the time but only after when someone mentioned it did I notice.
So thats how my first crash came about, not as flashy as you might've thought, but I prefer my crashes this way, that or a clear fault in the other driver and not me, my previous incidents have been with stationary things like trees, walls or parked cars, so finally hitting a live car turned things up a notch, but not by that much as yet. But to end, here are some pictures I took with my phone of the aftermath, to help you understand how awesome a driver I am!
Fail at u-turning. Notice all the churchies looking on.
Short chinese man and his son/nephew(?) blocking the road with his car.
Well, it was more like he crashed into me, it was a bit confusing at the time but I'll try and explain it as best as I can, because I would like to read about it too...
So once again, another week at church, another week trying to work out what to do after music practice, and we decided on going to the shops known as Liverpool Westfield for some shopping, so I got into my automobile, as I do when I want to travel from place to place and I drove out onto Cumberland St to turn onto Cabramatta Rd eventually, however I was on the right lane at the time, and wanted to get onto the left lane so that I could turn left, to eventually get to Liverpool. So I did what one would normally do, checked my rear view mirror for any cars behind me, and after confirming no cars in sight I reversed, and after reversing what seemed like less than half a metre, *CRUMPLE*!! (I heard crumple, not crash). I froze, and thought "What in the world did I hit? There was no car behind me!", I checked my side mirror and saw a car, well the back half of a car. It was perpendicular to mine. I drove forward after the *crumple* as one would, and after seeing the car, thought of driving off but decided against it, for it would be a stupid thing to do but mainly because there was a red light preventing me from doing so.
I also thought that since I essentially backed into a car, and all I could see was the back half in my mirror, the front half must've been hit, so I was like "Dang, did I crush the guy?", but he got out of the car to assess the damage and said something to me, confirming I didn't kill someone, I said to him, "Are you okay?" to which he replied "Yu hit me", in his chinese accent, to which I replied with a "Yeahhhhhh...sorry about that.", partially hoping that he wouldn't mind for some reason, but he did, and after showing me his little dent in his car door asked for my license details. Being the noob that I was I wasn't sure what to do in a car crash situation, but fortunately the guys from church were still around and helped me through the process.
"Make sure you get his details too.", sound advice I'd say, so I did. After exchanging details, I wasn't sure what was next, he was adamant that it was my fault, I didn't know what was going on. I didn't know what insurance thing I was with either, but later found out it was GIO and not AAMI like I thought it was. It also didn't help that people from church just kept coming out to see what was going on, though after a while it got amusing, our minister coming out was the icing on the cake.
We ended up calling the police, just to make the situation more official feeling or something, and soon enough he came in his unmarked car, dressed in unmarked clothing, looking all undercover like. He called the drivers, listened to the old man's explanation while I watched on calmly and then asked if any of us were hurt (nope) and if the vehicles were drivable (they were), then said he didn't care whose fault it was, and told us to work it out with our insurance companies. While he relatively did nothing, he helped move things along. Like the fact that the guy's car was still making a T shape with mine, in the middle of the road, disrupting traffic. So we moved our cars, and he drove off, and I hung around to check things out.
Turned out the reason I didn't see the guys car when reversing is because his car wasn't there to begin with, he was on the other side of the road and decided to do an impromptu U-Turn, right into the back of my 4WD, and it didn't help his case that his U-turn was a 3-point turn because he wouldn't have made it all the way the first time, so that was quite annoying that he insisted it was my fault, but I suppose in cases like this it happens.
We told our insurance company what happened and they said it was his fault, we had 3rd party insurance anyway so our insurance wouldn't have covered us either way. So in the end I was pretty meh about the whole situation, we didn't need to pay anything for his damage, and our damage was too minimal to even bother getting it fixed at the moment. I'm sure those of you who have seen my car haven't noticed any major damage. Him on the other hand, just a small dent, though what looked small to me may have been huge to him. Oh, and did I mention he was short? I didn't register it in my mind at the time but only after when someone mentioned it did I notice.
So thats how my first crash came about, not as flashy as you might've thought, but I prefer my crashes this way, that or a clear fault in the other driver and not me, my previous incidents have been with stationary things like trees, walls or parked cars, so finally hitting a live car turned things up a notch, but not by that much as yet. But to end, here are some pictures I took with my phone of the aftermath, to help you understand how awesome a driver I am!
Fail at u-turning. Notice all the churchies looking on.
Short chinese man and his son/nephew(?) blocking the road with his car.
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
My Full & Final Semester
We're like a month into the semester now, but I decided to wait until now before talking about it. Why now? I suppose because now is the time where things with university get a lot more busy, which could mean a lot less people reading this, meaning a lot less comments, but thats nothing I'm not used to already.
This is my final semester of my course, being Bachelor of Science in Information Technology, Diploma in Information Technology Professional Practices, except without the diploma because I've decided to drop that so that I could finish my course a lot more earlier. I just have to rememeber to lodge in the form before the end of semester, otherwise I'll be stuck in my course for another year! I just have to make sure I pass my two last subjects, which at this point is easier said that done, as they're both assignment heavy subjects, but I suppose I'm slowly working through them. My classes are pretty much on Monday mornings, so early start to the week for me.
In addition to the study of Information Technology was also my study of the language of Japanese, at TAFE, this would also be my last semester for the course, slowly finishing up the two years I've spent studying Japanese. I've gotten a bit better, but feel I could be a lot better if I got down to really study and practice. I need to make Japanese friends or something. the course is catered for people who work, so classes are on Tuesday and Thursday nights, from 6pm - 8pm, meaning I get home around 9:15pm.
Silly me, thinking that because I only had two subjects to do, I'd have time for things like work, so I started applying for jobs. And being the picky person I am I only chose ones that seemed interesting to me, and soon enough I got my job at Datacom, doing customer service work, which did seem interesting at first, but has become somewhat of a chore to me, but I suppose thats how work is now isn't it? Hopefully my future career won't be anything like this. Fortunately it's only part time work, meaning 20 hours a week and currently I'm doing it in 5 hour blocks, for 4 days a week of work for me.
I also started learning hybrid martial arts, which you might've read about in a previous blog. But its a good way of getting fit, and until I do get fit, I'll just be getting tired, a lot. And with classes at night, I'll be returning home too tired to do anything at all. They have classes Monday to Thursday from 6:30pm to 8:45pm, though sometimes they go overtime, to really make us work. So I get home around 9pm really tired.
Finally I have my church commmitments, which include SonRise (our children's ministry), doing powerpoint for the Morning Service at our church and attending weekly Bible Study. Church being on Sundays of course, and Bible study on Wednesday nights, although there is a Tuesday night Bibly study, but I've got Japanese on Tuesday nights.
So what does all this culminate into? A very full and busy semester for me, and for those who like pictures, here is what this semester looks like for me, as in the supposedly ideal timetable for me this semester.
Block of work...augh...
With work, I may get the occasional Saturday night shift, but otherwise I'll try to keep it to Tuesday to Friday, so my weekends are untouched. So from Monday to Friday I'll be doing something morning to night, resulting in a tired David for the next day. I've not many days to really sleep in either it seems, that just means I'll have to sleep early, which is hard on a weeknight getting home late, having to shower, eat dinner and sit back to relax, and by then it's bed time.
Having little time for anything also cuts into what some might call a social life, but I don't think about that too much, and I suppose ideally I would be able to make time for outings and whatnot. But making time for study and assignments is a whole other matter, one that requires motivation, which at this point is to pass and get out of uni before going back in next year (if I play my cards right).
I see life in increments, every so often obstacles pop up that I have to get through in order to reach something else. Kind of like a game. Right now, my increment is the semester and the obstacle is pretty much university, and passing that obstacle will result in my graduation and a free semester to just earn money and work on my interests, developing the character and person that is David. Will I reach that goal? I'll let you know in a few months...
This is my final semester of my course, being Bachelor of Science in Information Technology, Diploma in Information Technology Professional Practices, except without the diploma because I've decided to drop that so that I could finish my course a lot more earlier. I just have to rememeber to lodge in the form before the end of semester, otherwise I'll be stuck in my course for another year! I just have to make sure I pass my two last subjects, which at this point is easier said that done, as they're both assignment heavy subjects, but I suppose I'm slowly working through them. My classes are pretty much on Monday mornings, so early start to the week for me.
In addition to the study of Information Technology was also my study of the language of Japanese, at TAFE, this would also be my last semester for the course, slowly finishing up the two years I've spent studying Japanese. I've gotten a bit better, but feel I could be a lot better if I got down to really study and practice. I need to make Japanese friends or something. the course is catered for people who work, so classes are on Tuesday and Thursday nights, from 6pm - 8pm, meaning I get home around 9:15pm.
Silly me, thinking that because I only had two subjects to do, I'd have time for things like work, so I started applying for jobs. And being the picky person I am I only chose ones that seemed interesting to me, and soon enough I got my job at Datacom, doing customer service work, which did seem interesting at first, but has become somewhat of a chore to me, but I suppose thats how work is now isn't it? Hopefully my future career won't be anything like this. Fortunately it's only part time work, meaning 20 hours a week and currently I'm doing it in 5 hour blocks, for 4 days a week of work for me.
I also started learning hybrid martial arts, which you might've read about in a previous blog. But its a good way of getting fit, and until I do get fit, I'll just be getting tired, a lot. And with classes at night, I'll be returning home too tired to do anything at all. They have classes Monday to Thursday from 6:30pm to 8:45pm, though sometimes they go overtime, to really make us work. So I get home around 9pm really tired.
Finally I have my church commmitments, which include SonRise (our children's ministry), doing powerpoint for the Morning Service at our church and attending weekly Bible Study. Church being on Sundays of course, and Bible study on Wednesday nights, although there is a Tuesday night Bibly study, but I've got Japanese on Tuesday nights.
So what does all this culminate into? A very full and busy semester for me, and for those who like pictures, here is what this semester looks like for me, as in the supposedly ideal timetable for me this semester.
Block of work...augh...
With work, I may get the occasional Saturday night shift, but otherwise I'll try to keep it to Tuesday to Friday, so my weekends are untouched. So from Monday to Friday I'll be doing something morning to night, resulting in a tired David for the next day. I've not many days to really sleep in either it seems, that just means I'll have to sleep early, which is hard on a weeknight getting home late, having to shower, eat dinner and sit back to relax, and by then it's bed time.
Having little time for anything also cuts into what some might call a social life, but I don't think about that too much, and I suppose ideally I would be able to make time for outings and whatnot. But making time for study and assignments is a whole other matter, one that requires motivation, which at this point is to pass and get out of uni before going back in next year (if I play my cards right).
I see life in increments, every so often obstacles pop up that I have to get through in order to reach something else. Kind of like a game. Right now, my increment is the semester and the obstacle is pretty much university, and passing that obstacle will result in my graduation and a free semester to just earn money and work on my interests, developing the character and person that is David. Will I reach that goal? I'll let you know in a few months...
Sunday, April 13, 2008
My Hybrid Birthday
I figured I might as well make an entry, for a little day in the life of David type scenario for you to step into my aging shoes, and enjoy the life that is and was my birthday...
So 8:10am, my alarm on my phone goes off, it's some random song that I set the night before, taking the phone out of plush Mario (with green hat no less, I suppose to curve lawsuits with Nintendo) I turn the alarm off and slowly rise out of bed. Its not long before I realise it is indeed my birthday, moreso than ever, seeing that I came out at around the 8am mark according to mother. But no time to think about birthday stuff, I have work! So I brush teeth, wash face, attempt to comb hair (and fail like always), then get changed into work clothes. I think I got breakfast, can't remember, since I hardly get breakfast, I usually just drink a hot cup of water, back my bag and head off, so lets just go with that.
Parked at Cabramatta station, well, more like my church, then walked to the station and caught the train to Strathfield, got off and checked the timetable board for times. I had to wait another 30 minutes before my next train came, my birthday wasn't getting to a good start. Fortunately another train was coming in 10 minutes, first stop Eastwood! I had only heard of this train through the CityRail site, but had never confirmed its existence, until today, I got to Eastwood quite fast and just when I got off, my bus was already here, waiting to pick me up, and a whole bunch of other people, so I had to stand up, which I was okay with, since I would be sitting down at work for 5 hours. I finally got a seat when I reached Macquarie Uni and the bulk of the passengers got off.
I reached work, got in, signed into a computer and at 11am, starting taking calls. The nerves have started to shake off, as I don't feel as nervous as I did the first few days (incoming blog about work coming soon!). And work, was a pretty good day, I took 20 calls over 5 hours, which to me is pretty darn good, and is my personal record. So I was pretty happy with myself there, but also quite tired, since it is work and all. I also got my first birthday sms too, and subsequently only one, until later in the night, so that helped brighten my day.
4pm I'm out and walk to my bus stop, where I would take the bus to Chatswood, and train it down to Central for Japanese. This time however, a different bus came earlier, one that headed straight to the city, well, the QVB to be specific. The public transport system was being nice to me, for the first time in a while! I got to the city with just over an hour to spare before class at 6pm, and since I hadn't been able to wander the city like I used to in a long while, I took the time to do so. I wandered through the Centrepoint Tower building, looking for a magic store to check out coins and stuff. The last time I looked I couldn't find it, and thought it had closed down. But this time, I found it, but unfortunately there was a sign saying "Be back in one hour. Sorry for the inconvenience". Now the thing I didn't like was how vague the sign was, "Be back in one hour"? When did the hour start and when will it end? I didn't know whether to wait in the hopes that he'd be back in 10 minutes or just leave and risk him coming back in 5 minutes! But with time ticking I decided to get dinner, and the best thing about the food court was that all the food was cheap, since it was pretty much lunch, packed up and cut down in price. After luncher I went back to the magic shop, hoping it'd be open, but the sign was still there. The hour wasn't up, or maybe it was...guess I'll never find out.
I then wandered to The Galleries and checked out JB HiFi, for possible spendings since I got a gift voucher from the SonRise team at church (thanks again!), then walked up to Kinokuniya to check out if Shaun Micallef's book was stocked (it wasn't, the wait continues), and to check out the manga section for Fruits Basket, which my sister is collecting, that was in stock so I grabbed that. I then checked out the comics section, and since I was buying manga was my sister I might as well buy something else, to even out the load (buying 1 item doesn't look too good) so I grabbed Nextwave Vol 2 (and last volume since Marvel cancelled the series) and Fables Vol 5 (still ongoing, yay!). My friend called, she was in class already and wanted a Big Mac, so on the way to class I got one, and used my VIP card to score a free drink (Score!). Then walked hastily to TAFE for class. Class itself was fine, we had a kanji test, which I owned and learnt a bunch of new grammar which owned me.
Soon class finished and we trained it back to home. Whereupon the birthday festivities started, which involved my mum buying me a cake.
The day before our Bible study had a social, which was a hybrid social, first to commemorate a term of Bible studying, secondly to welcome John back from his brain explosion surgery and thirdly to remind me that I'm turning old the next day. There I got a card and skittles from Jam (which I've finished, and I think my sore throat is coming back, or not) and a card and cake from the rest of the Bible study group. I got to take the left over cake and wax 2 and 2 home.
So with another cake in tow, I re-used the 2 and 2 to form the number 22, signifying my age and we sang and had cake once again. 2 cakes in 2 days can't be all that bad, and only reinforces the number 2 and all things double, which to me, is all things hybrid.
I also got a bunch of Facebook messages, which I eventually replied to, because it's only sensible that if you're contacted, you contact back!
So, how do I feel now? The same as I did before, extremely tired, and for that I blame work. It would've been nice to take the day off work on my birthday but then what would I have done? I don't think there would've been anyone to spend it with (or willing to) and I'm never one to bring attention to myself, unless I have some control over it (I think I'm a control freak). Which explains my lack of party, but if I had to have a party, being 22, it'd be about all things doubly and hybrid. There'd be two of everything, as much as I can possibly make it and I'd dress up as Two-Face. But of course, thats too much work and didn't happen, but if it did, I'd have looked more uglier than when I broke my face on a steel seat.
Twenty Two, I've got a long way to go before I reach triple digits, but I'll get there eventually, unless Jesus returns, or I die before then. But life is alright at the moment, as long as there are birthdays, there'll always be cake, and thats how I like it. Let me have my cake and eat it...
Happy Birthday? Nah, Hybrid Birthday!
So 8:10am, my alarm on my phone goes off, it's some random song that I set the night before, taking the phone out of plush Mario (with green hat no less, I suppose to curve lawsuits with Nintendo) I turn the alarm off and slowly rise out of bed. Its not long before I realise it is indeed my birthday, moreso than ever, seeing that I came out at around the 8am mark according to mother. But no time to think about birthday stuff, I have work! So I brush teeth, wash face, attempt to comb hair (and fail like always), then get changed into work clothes. I think I got breakfast, can't remember, since I hardly get breakfast, I usually just drink a hot cup of water, back my bag and head off, so lets just go with that.
Parked at Cabramatta station, well, more like my church, then walked to the station and caught the train to Strathfield, got off and checked the timetable board for times. I had to wait another 30 minutes before my next train came, my birthday wasn't getting to a good start. Fortunately another train was coming in 10 minutes, first stop Eastwood! I had only heard of this train through the CityRail site, but had never confirmed its existence, until today, I got to Eastwood quite fast and just when I got off, my bus was already here, waiting to pick me up, and a whole bunch of other people, so I had to stand up, which I was okay with, since I would be sitting down at work for 5 hours. I finally got a seat when I reached Macquarie Uni and the bulk of the passengers got off.
I reached work, got in, signed into a computer and at 11am, starting taking calls. The nerves have started to shake off, as I don't feel as nervous as I did the first few days (incoming blog about work coming soon!). And work, was a pretty good day, I took 20 calls over 5 hours, which to me is pretty darn good, and is my personal record. So I was pretty happy with myself there, but also quite tired, since it is work and all. I also got my first birthday sms too, and subsequently only one, until later in the night, so that helped brighten my day.
4pm I'm out and walk to my bus stop, where I would take the bus to Chatswood, and train it down to Central for Japanese. This time however, a different bus came earlier, one that headed straight to the city, well, the QVB to be specific. The public transport system was being nice to me, for the first time in a while! I got to the city with just over an hour to spare before class at 6pm, and since I hadn't been able to wander the city like I used to in a long while, I took the time to do so. I wandered through the Centrepoint Tower building, looking for a magic store to check out coins and stuff. The last time I looked I couldn't find it, and thought it had closed down. But this time, I found it, but unfortunately there was a sign saying "Be back in one hour. Sorry for the inconvenience". Now the thing I didn't like was how vague the sign was, "Be back in one hour"? When did the hour start and when will it end? I didn't know whether to wait in the hopes that he'd be back in 10 minutes or just leave and risk him coming back in 5 minutes! But with time ticking I decided to get dinner, and the best thing about the food court was that all the food was cheap, since it was pretty much lunch, packed up and cut down in price. After luncher I went back to the magic shop, hoping it'd be open, but the sign was still there. The hour wasn't up, or maybe it was...guess I'll never find out.
I then wandered to The Galleries and checked out JB HiFi, for possible spendings since I got a gift voucher from the SonRise team at church (thanks again!), then walked up to Kinokuniya to check out if Shaun Micallef's book was stocked (it wasn't, the wait continues), and to check out the manga section for Fruits Basket, which my sister is collecting, that was in stock so I grabbed that. I then checked out the comics section, and since I was buying manga was my sister I might as well buy something else, to even out the load (buying 1 item doesn't look too good) so I grabbed Nextwave Vol 2 (and last volume since Marvel cancelled the series) and Fables Vol 5 (still ongoing, yay!). My friend called, she was in class already and wanted a Big Mac, so on the way to class I got one, and used my VIP card to score a free drink (Score!). Then walked hastily to TAFE for class. Class itself was fine, we had a kanji test, which I owned and learnt a bunch of new grammar which owned me.
Soon class finished and we trained it back to home. Whereupon the birthday festivities started, which involved my mum buying me a cake.
The day before our Bible study had a social, which was a hybrid social, first to commemorate a term of Bible studying, secondly to welcome John back from his brain explosion surgery and thirdly to remind me that I'm turning old the next day. There I got a card and skittles from Jam (which I've finished, and I think my sore throat is coming back, or not) and a card and cake from the rest of the Bible study group. I got to take the left over cake and wax 2 and 2 home.
So with another cake in tow, I re-used the 2 and 2 to form the number 22, signifying my age and we sang and had cake once again. 2 cakes in 2 days can't be all that bad, and only reinforces the number 2 and all things double, which to me, is all things hybrid.
I also got a bunch of Facebook messages, which I eventually replied to, because it's only sensible that if you're contacted, you contact back!
So, how do I feel now? The same as I did before, extremely tired, and for that I blame work. It would've been nice to take the day off work on my birthday but then what would I have done? I don't think there would've been anyone to spend it with (or willing to) and I'm never one to bring attention to myself, unless I have some control over it (I think I'm a control freak). Which explains my lack of party, but if I had to have a party, being 22, it'd be about all things doubly and hybrid. There'd be two of everything, as much as I can possibly make it and I'd dress up as Two-Face. But of course, thats too much work and didn't happen, but if it did, I'd have looked more uglier than when I broke my face on a steel seat.
Twenty Two, I've got a long way to go before I reach triple digits, but I'll get there eventually, unless Jesus returns, or I die before then. But life is alright at the moment, as long as there are birthdays, there'll always be cake, and thats how I like it. Let me have my cake and eat it...
Happy Birthday? Nah, Hybrid Birthday!
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
My Job Interview
Today I went for a job interview, it was a group interview, but the only group in interview was putting a group of us together before interviewing us individually.
The role was for a call support role at Telstra Bigpond, something I found out at the interview, so Telstra ain't so bad. Finding the place wasn't so hard either, 44 Market Street Sydney, I just kept walking in the right direction hoping something would pop up letting me know where 44 Market Street was, what popped up was a building with the words in block letters "44 Market St", I think I had come to the right place. I take the elevator to the top level (26) and find I'm the first one there, I got there 20 minutes early, which was good as it let me unwind. Another person soon came for the interview and introduced himself as the same name as mine (David for those who don't know, and for that shame on you!), he also looked quite familiar too, and soon enough I discovered that he went we went to the same church, so that was an awesome coincidence. It allowed me to know yet another person from our church that little bit better so that was a pleasant start to the day.
The whole interview involved an introduction, filling out of a form and a test with abstract mind questions and technical computer questions, both of which I feel I did well in. The biggest chunk of the interview involved role-play, where I play the help support guy and the interviewer plays a customer and I have to handle his inquiry over the phone. The sheet said I had to do it in 6 minutes, I ended up doing it in less that half that time, I just rushed through everything that needed to be asked and tried to sound as friendly as possible while doing it. After that I handed all my forms in and headed off to wander the city like old times, all alone before heading home.
I'll find out within the next two days if I got the job, and if I do that'll be quite a pleasant suprise (naturally), but more so because of the job role, that of being on the phones. I'm quite a monotonous person in the voice department if you've ever talked to me. The last time I did any sort of phone work was in year 10 for work experience, and I was told I sounded like a robot. Well hopefully, this robot has improved his voice in the last 7 years (woah, long) to not sound like a robot, and if I do sound like a robot, one of those futuristic ones with emotion, but not the emotion of pain because that would be cruel to make a robot that feels pain, but funny nonetheless....uh where was I? Oh yes, voice, I want to improve my voice range somehow, not necessarily to sing better, though that would be awesome, but to do voice acting, for personal use mainly, just another hybrid skill I would like to have.
But I digress, this job would be helpful, because of the money it brings in, and despite being based in North Ryde where transport will pose an obstacle initially its something I want, because I've been too lazy for too long. Next entry, the results! Look forward to it, same site, different time!
The role was for a call support role at Telstra Bigpond, something I found out at the interview, so Telstra ain't so bad. Finding the place wasn't so hard either, 44 Market Street Sydney, I just kept walking in the right direction hoping something would pop up letting me know where 44 Market Street was, what popped up was a building with the words in block letters "44 Market St", I think I had come to the right place. I take the elevator to the top level (26) and find I'm the first one there, I got there 20 minutes early, which was good as it let me unwind. Another person soon came for the interview and introduced himself as the same name as mine (David for those who don't know, and for that shame on you!), he also looked quite familiar too, and soon enough I discovered that he went we went to the same church, so that was an awesome coincidence. It allowed me to know yet another person from our church that little bit better so that was a pleasant start to the day.
The whole interview involved an introduction, filling out of a form and a test with abstract mind questions and technical computer questions, both of which I feel I did well in. The biggest chunk of the interview involved role-play, where I play the help support guy and the interviewer plays a customer and I have to handle his inquiry over the phone. The sheet said I had to do it in 6 minutes, I ended up doing it in less that half that time, I just rushed through everything that needed to be asked and tried to sound as friendly as possible while doing it. After that I handed all my forms in and headed off to wander the city like old times, all alone before heading home.
I'll find out within the next two days if I got the job, and if I do that'll be quite a pleasant suprise (naturally), but more so because of the job role, that of being on the phones. I'm quite a monotonous person in the voice department if you've ever talked to me. The last time I did any sort of phone work was in year 10 for work experience, and I was told I sounded like a robot. Well hopefully, this robot has improved his voice in the last 7 years (woah, long) to not sound like a robot, and if I do sound like a robot, one of those futuristic ones with emotion, but not the emotion of pain because that would be cruel to make a robot that feels pain, but funny nonetheless....uh where was I? Oh yes, voice, I want to improve my voice range somehow, not necessarily to sing better, though that would be awesome, but to do voice acting, for personal use mainly, just another hybrid skill I would like to have.
But I digress, this job would be helpful, because of the money it brings in, and despite being based in North Ryde where transport will pose an obstacle initially its something I want, because I've been too lazy for too long. Next entry, the results! Look forward to it, same site, different time!
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
My Toenail Tombstone
Over the weekend, the Saturday to be exact was Jam's birthday, 5th b'day to be technically correct, though that's this Friday to be specifically correct. If you can work out why it's her 5th b'day you're paying attention, which I like. Anyway, being a 5th brithday one must come in kiddy clothes, or PJ's. I was planning to wear shorts and a shirt type thing, but on the Saturday Mr. Griffin called and told me to wear my Gi. Which I supposed saved me the trouble of showing my hairy legs.
The party itself was fun of course, delicious food, great movies (we watched Shaolin Soccer and Ratatouille) and of course good company in friends and the b'day girl herself.
One thing I recently started doing is Brazillian Jiu Jitsu (of which I'll blog in detail at a later date), which is a fighting style involving grappling and wrestling, so it's mainly done on the ground. So since I was told to wear my Gi, I knew I would be wrestling with Andrew Ha, and subsequently his brother David. Which I was kind of looking forward to, since they're much stronger than me, so being able to submit them would be quite an accomplishment indeed. So I wrestled Andrew first, and ended up losing by way of a leg lock, something that white belts (I'm a white belt) are not allowed to learn or use as it is too dangerous, and as such I do not know how to defend against them properly, which is why when Andrew locked it on I just tapped out to avoid further potential damage.
After tapping out, I got up, walked to the side and looked down at my feet, my left foot to be exact as there was something quite wrong with it, the toe to be exact. I suppose in hindsight I should've taken a picture, but I don't want to scare readers from my blog with a potentially gruesome picture of my foot so instead I'll just give a very detailed account of what it looked like so you can use your imagination to conjure up what my foot did indeed look like.
Sometime during my wrestle with Andrew the toe nail of my big toe on my left foot got bent back, as in half of the toe nail got pushed back, exposing the toe flesh underneath. I guess to best way to imagine it is a piece of paper if your toe nail, it's flat, then, you fold the paper so that half of it is sitting up like a tombstone, thats what my toe nail looked like. So I looked at my toe thinking what should I do about it? I decided I didn't want half a toe nail so I pushed it back down so that it would look normal again, except there was a crease and a bit of blood coming out. But that didn't stop me from wrestling David Ha. During the wrestle however I got really tired, so I just stopped, so I must work on my cardio more. Afterwards I decided to do something about my toe, I told Jam and she helped me patch it up, which made walking around tough, but I survived, because I'm tough! (hah)
So now my toe seems alright, it seems like it fused itself back onto my toe, I tried tugging on it a bit to see if it would come back up but it didn't so thats good. Mind you I didn't tug very hard. There's still a line crease on my nail but otherwise it looks slightly alright, I've just been putting some liquid thing on it to help it heal so soon enough it should be fine. It now looks like a hybrid toe nail, where the bottom half is fine and healthy and the top half is bruised and battered, how fitting of the Hybrid Hunter. There was no pain when I hurt it on Saturday and there was no pain when I wrestled again on Monday, and hopefully there will be no pain when I wrestle tomorrow night. But it was a lesson learned, cut your toe nails before wrestling!
Also, I've noticed my toe nails are bigger than say caucasian toe nails, so they won't ever have my problem of a toenail tombstone!
The party itself was fun of course, delicious food, great movies (we watched Shaolin Soccer and Ratatouille) and of course good company in friends and the b'day girl herself.
One thing I recently started doing is Brazillian Jiu Jitsu (of which I'll blog in detail at a later date), which is a fighting style involving grappling and wrestling, so it's mainly done on the ground. So since I was told to wear my Gi, I knew I would be wrestling with Andrew Ha, and subsequently his brother David. Which I was kind of looking forward to, since they're much stronger than me, so being able to submit them would be quite an accomplishment indeed. So I wrestled Andrew first, and ended up losing by way of a leg lock, something that white belts (I'm a white belt) are not allowed to learn or use as it is too dangerous, and as such I do not know how to defend against them properly, which is why when Andrew locked it on I just tapped out to avoid further potential damage.
After tapping out, I got up, walked to the side and looked down at my feet, my left foot to be exact as there was something quite wrong with it, the toe to be exact. I suppose in hindsight I should've taken a picture, but I don't want to scare readers from my blog with a potentially gruesome picture of my foot so instead I'll just give a very detailed account of what it looked like so you can use your imagination to conjure up what my foot did indeed look like.
Sometime during my wrestle with Andrew the toe nail of my big toe on my left foot got bent back, as in half of the toe nail got pushed back, exposing the toe flesh underneath. I guess to best way to imagine it is a piece of paper if your toe nail, it's flat, then, you fold the paper so that half of it is sitting up like a tombstone, thats what my toe nail looked like. So I looked at my toe thinking what should I do about it? I decided I didn't want half a toe nail so I pushed it back down so that it would look normal again, except there was a crease and a bit of blood coming out. But that didn't stop me from wrestling David Ha. During the wrestle however I got really tired, so I just stopped, so I must work on my cardio more. Afterwards I decided to do something about my toe, I told Jam and she helped me patch it up, which made walking around tough, but I survived, because I'm tough! (hah)
So now my toe seems alright, it seems like it fused itself back onto my toe, I tried tugging on it a bit to see if it would come back up but it didn't so thats good. Mind you I didn't tug very hard. There's still a line crease on my nail but otherwise it looks slightly alright, I've just been putting some liquid thing on it to help it heal so soon enough it should be fine. It now looks like a hybrid toe nail, where the bottom half is fine and healthy and the top half is bruised and battered, how fitting of the Hybrid Hunter. There was no pain when I hurt it on Saturday and there was no pain when I wrestled again on Monday, and hopefully there will be no pain when I wrestle tomorrow night. But it was a lesson learned, cut your toe nails before wrestling!
Also, I've noticed my toe nails are bigger than say caucasian toe nails, so they won't ever have my problem of a toenail tombstone!
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
My Hospital Visit
A few weeks ago I had to make a number of trips to the hospital, driving my grandfather as he has a tumor in his liver to get stuff done. He's doing fine now, and should be fine in the end, its just a matter of waiting things out to see how things go. But this entry is not to talk about my grandfather but I may write a little on him near the end. Actually I'll do it now, this is just something I remember once when I took him to the doctors for a checkup, to see how his cancer recovery has been going, which was good, he had no signs of the cancer returning as he spoke to the doctor through a translator. Then he talked about how he doesn't worry about it, because he has faith is God, which made me look up to him all the more. Faced with a life threatening disease and he doesn't worry about it at all, putting his faith in Jesus, so that's something I shan't be forgetting anytime soon, and should be how I live my life. But this entry is more my observations of being in a hospital, its been a while since I've been to one...
The hospital is Westmead, near Parramatta for those geographically impaired, the first time I went with my grandfather we had to get there at 9am for what I thought was an appointment (no one told me what is was for, they just said "Drive grandpa to hospital"), and just like any appointment at a hospital we had to wait, and wait, and wait until sometime over an hour later, 11am, they were ready for us. Well, we were ready for them a long time ago and were at the point of non readiness but what can you do, except nap. They put grandpa into a bed, and I sat next to him, and we continued waiting, being in a bed my grandfather nodded off, with nothing to do I too nodded off. We were soon woken up by the nurses and they wheeled grandpa off to some procedure, an Angiogram I think, but the nurses and doctors told me nothing, not that I asked. There we had to wait some more before going for the actual procedure, by this time it was around 1 or 2pm, and I was hungry to the max. Grandpa went in, and I went to get lunch, a salmon sandwich that was too cold for me and some juice, because juice is awesome. Grandpa then came out and he had to stay at the hospital for another 4 or so hours to be monitored for precautionary reasons which I didn't mind because it was for precautionary reasons, my grandfather however, wanted to go home and probably felt annoyed. We had hours to wait, I had brought nothing with me to entertain myself with. So as you can see, what I thought was just a quick appointment turned out to be hours and hours of waiting around and doing nothing. All I had was my phone, which I can't be bothered playing games on (Sudoku and imitation Snowboarding? No thanks), my ring, which I played around with a lot and coins to do random magic training. But hours of rings and coins gets tiring, fortunately there was a Bible around, which allowed me to catch up on my Bible reading big time. We got out at sometime past 5, not happy at the suprise wait of foreverness.
The second time we came, I was more prepared, I had a bag, and in that bag was my DS, I now had something to do with all the hours of waiting. We had to get to the hospital at 8:30am this time, which to me is early, but who am I to complain, some people have to get to hospitals at times like 6:30am! Things felt a bit quicker this time, with less people waiting around we were tended to sooner. My grandpa went in for his procedure, and I went to have breakfast, I got a bacon and poached egg sandwich which was pretty good! Then I headed back to wait for my grandfather, I played a bit of DS, but got stuck then I gave up. Then I decided to catch up on my sleep, which was when things got really weird for me. It was 10am when I started to try sleep sitting in a chair, and eventually I fell asleep and started to dream, except that I wasn't sure that I was dreaming because well, I dunno, I'll just tell you what happened as I remember it...
I was sitting in my chair, just waiting for my grandpa, random relatives appeared outta nowhere sitting around waiting as well, I then went back to sleep, arms folded, head faced down. Then, out the corner of my eye I see grandpas doctor walk by saying the procedures done, I also see the clock, it read 10:50am. So hearing that grandpa was done my mind said "It's time to wake up!", and I tried, but couldn't wake up...it was like I was stuck. So then my mind said "Let's start small, check your watch for the time", so I turn my wrist over to look at the time, and then try to wake up, but realise my turning of the wrist was only a dream. All this time my eyes are a quarter open, so all I can see are my folded arms. My mind tries to unfold my arms, and I do, but that turned out to be a dream. My mind says to lift my head, and I do, but that too was something I dreamt doing. I couldn't move and each time I thought I moved it only turned out to be something I dreamt I did. I think I was breathing hard too, trying to break out of the dream, so the people sitting next to me might've been freaked by me, not that I could see them as I was asleep. It was a weird yet cool experience. Eventually I somehow tricked my body into moving, and once I did move just that little bit (with my finger I think), I broke out of my dream sequence and was awake again. I looked at the clock and it was 11am, my grandfather still wasn't out, so I dreamt that the doctor came out saying he was done, I could've slept a little longer, panicked for nothing.
Not wanting to go back to sleep for fear of being stuck again, I busted out the DS and played a different game. And ended up playing the DS for the whole day, waiting with grandpa until we could finally go home, which was about 6pm. A whole day at the hospital, oh so much fun! So that was the basic gist of what happened at the hospital, now for the random pieces of observations I had.
- When I went to get my breakfast the cafeteria lady that served me seemed to be the type that lets people have their way. Since some guy was originally serving me, but he had to do something and made the lady finish my sandwich to which another lady said to her "You've got to stop letting them walk all over you", to which she replied "..I know" followed by a sigh. I just found it interesting for some reason so I'm sharing it with you, whether you like it or not!
- The nurses had chocolate, I know because they talked about it during the day. I didn't get any.
- While sleeping and dreaming, a Dr Malvin Wong had a telephone call, to which he never responded to because they made the announcement throughout the whole hour I was asleep and then some more after I was awake. Someone should've looked for Dr Wong.
- While waiting for my grandpa as he was getting his procedure done another man was in line to get an x-ray, I saw him go into the room, to quickly come wheeling out (he was in a wheelchair) frantically saying "Toilet! Toilet!" to his wife, who slowly walked infront of him to the toilet. A few minutes later he came back out, with a noticeable stain on my gown. I don't think he made it to the toilet in time...
- While waiting for my grandpa to rest up the needed hours some old man was making a racket, claiming his tea was too hot, spilling it onto the ground, then complaining to the nurse about how she was trying to hurt him. Another male nurse/doctor (I don't know) stepped in to help, but apparently he wasn't the old man's type. "Nooo! You're not my type!", the old man said over and over to which the guy answered, "Okay! It's good to know I'm not your type". Eventually he calmed down and was quiet again, either that or they wheeled him away so we couldn't hear him anymore. I'm not too sure, I was playing my DS.
- Clocks...everywhere I walked there were clocks around, and when there are clocks you look, look at the time. So that is what I did each time I looked at a clock, I checked the time, and soon enough I realised something. These times were WRONG! They weren't wrong by a few minutes or anything, they were wrong by a mile and a dead battery! That's right, some of these clocks had dead batteries and were at a stand still in time. But to tell you is not enough, because the sheer amount of dead clocks littered around Westmead needs to be exposed to you my readers even if you don't care at all! I've taken the liberty of proving this time ticking travesty through video, from my phone.
I had to wait for the halls to clear up before taking the video so no one could hear me say the times for added effect. That and I don't want anyone looking at me video recording a clock.
The first clock video was in the hall on the way to radiology. So it was one of the first clocks I noticed. Being cautious I recorded it and spoke very softly, so if you can't hear anything, you now know why. So enjoy the visual instead.
So early...
I got more confident afterwards and spoke more louder so you can hear me say the real time, followed by the stopped time.
Lunch time...
If only it were really 4pm...
There were other clocks as well, but I couldn't get around to all of them because it'd just be overkill for both you and me, once you've seen three clocks you've seen them all I say.
I suppose one day I'll do a hospital blog from the perspective of a patient and not visitor, but until I somehow hurt myself or contract some horrible disease you'll just have to be content with this hospital based blog. Apologies in advance :)
The hospital is Westmead, near Parramatta for those geographically impaired, the first time I went with my grandfather we had to get there at 9am for what I thought was an appointment (no one told me what is was for, they just said "Drive grandpa to hospital"), and just like any appointment at a hospital we had to wait, and wait, and wait until sometime over an hour later, 11am, they were ready for us. Well, we were ready for them a long time ago and were at the point of non readiness but what can you do, except nap. They put grandpa into a bed, and I sat next to him, and we continued waiting, being in a bed my grandfather nodded off, with nothing to do I too nodded off. We were soon woken up by the nurses and they wheeled grandpa off to some procedure, an Angiogram I think, but the nurses and doctors told me nothing, not that I asked. There we had to wait some more before going for the actual procedure, by this time it was around 1 or 2pm, and I was hungry to the max. Grandpa went in, and I went to get lunch, a salmon sandwich that was too cold for me and some juice, because juice is awesome. Grandpa then came out and he had to stay at the hospital for another 4 or so hours to be monitored for precautionary reasons which I didn't mind because it was for precautionary reasons, my grandfather however, wanted to go home and probably felt annoyed. We had hours to wait, I had brought nothing with me to entertain myself with. So as you can see, what I thought was just a quick appointment turned out to be hours and hours of waiting around and doing nothing. All I had was my phone, which I can't be bothered playing games on (Sudoku and imitation Snowboarding? No thanks), my ring, which I played around with a lot and coins to do random magic training. But hours of rings and coins gets tiring, fortunately there was a Bible around, which allowed me to catch up on my Bible reading big time. We got out at sometime past 5, not happy at the suprise wait of foreverness.
The second time we came, I was more prepared, I had a bag, and in that bag was my DS, I now had something to do with all the hours of waiting. We had to get to the hospital at 8:30am this time, which to me is early, but who am I to complain, some people have to get to hospitals at times like 6:30am! Things felt a bit quicker this time, with less people waiting around we were tended to sooner. My grandpa went in for his procedure, and I went to have breakfast, I got a bacon and poached egg sandwich which was pretty good! Then I headed back to wait for my grandfather, I played a bit of DS, but got stuck then I gave up. Then I decided to catch up on my sleep, which was when things got really weird for me. It was 10am when I started to try sleep sitting in a chair, and eventually I fell asleep and started to dream, except that I wasn't sure that I was dreaming because well, I dunno, I'll just tell you what happened as I remember it...
I was sitting in my chair, just waiting for my grandpa, random relatives appeared outta nowhere sitting around waiting as well, I then went back to sleep, arms folded, head faced down. Then, out the corner of my eye I see grandpas doctor walk by saying the procedures done, I also see the clock, it read 10:50am. So hearing that grandpa was done my mind said "It's time to wake up!", and I tried, but couldn't wake up...it was like I was stuck. So then my mind said "Let's start small, check your watch for the time", so I turn my wrist over to look at the time, and then try to wake up, but realise my turning of the wrist was only a dream. All this time my eyes are a quarter open, so all I can see are my folded arms. My mind tries to unfold my arms, and I do, but that turned out to be a dream. My mind says to lift my head, and I do, but that too was something I dreamt doing. I couldn't move and each time I thought I moved it only turned out to be something I dreamt I did. I think I was breathing hard too, trying to break out of the dream, so the people sitting next to me might've been freaked by me, not that I could see them as I was asleep. It was a weird yet cool experience. Eventually I somehow tricked my body into moving, and once I did move just that little bit (with my finger I think), I broke out of my dream sequence and was awake again. I looked at the clock and it was 11am, my grandfather still wasn't out, so I dreamt that the doctor came out saying he was done, I could've slept a little longer, panicked for nothing.
Not wanting to go back to sleep for fear of being stuck again, I busted out the DS and played a different game. And ended up playing the DS for the whole day, waiting with grandpa until we could finally go home, which was about 6pm. A whole day at the hospital, oh so much fun! So that was the basic gist of what happened at the hospital, now for the random pieces of observations I had.
- When I went to get my breakfast the cafeteria lady that served me seemed to be the type that lets people have their way. Since some guy was originally serving me, but he had to do something and made the lady finish my sandwich to which another lady said to her "You've got to stop letting them walk all over you", to which she replied "..I know" followed by a sigh. I just found it interesting for some reason so I'm sharing it with you, whether you like it or not!
- The nurses had chocolate, I know because they talked about it during the day. I didn't get any.
- While sleeping and dreaming, a Dr Malvin Wong had a telephone call, to which he never responded to because they made the announcement throughout the whole hour I was asleep and then some more after I was awake. Someone should've looked for Dr Wong.
- While waiting for my grandpa as he was getting his procedure done another man was in line to get an x-ray, I saw him go into the room, to quickly come wheeling out (he was in a wheelchair) frantically saying "Toilet! Toilet!" to his wife, who slowly walked infront of him to the toilet. A few minutes later he came back out, with a noticeable stain on my gown. I don't think he made it to the toilet in time...
- While waiting for my grandpa to rest up the needed hours some old man was making a racket, claiming his tea was too hot, spilling it onto the ground, then complaining to the nurse about how she was trying to hurt him. Another male nurse/doctor (I don't know) stepped in to help, but apparently he wasn't the old man's type. "Nooo! You're not my type!", the old man said over and over to which the guy answered, "Okay! It's good to know I'm not your type". Eventually he calmed down and was quiet again, either that or they wheeled him away so we couldn't hear him anymore. I'm not too sure, I was playing my DS.
- Clocks...everywhere I walked there were clocks around, and when there are clocks you look, look at the time. So that is what I did each time I looked at a clock, I checked the time, and soon enough I realised something. These times were WRONG! They weren't wrong by a few minutes or anything, they were wrong by a mile and a dead battery! That's right, some of these clocks had dead batteries and were at a stand still in time. But to tell you is not enough, because the sheer amount of dead clocks littered around Westmead needs to be exposed to you my readers even if you don't care at all! I've taken the liberty of proving this time ticking travesty through video, from my phone.
I had to wait for the halls to clear up before taking the video so no one could hear me say the times for added effect. That and I don't want anyone looking at me video recording a clock.
The first clock video was in the hall on the way to radiology. So it was one of the first clocks I noticed. Being cautious I recorded it and spoke very softly, so if you can't hear anything, you now know why. So enjoy the visual instead.
So early...
I got more confident afterwards and spoke more louder so you can hear me say the real time, followed by the stopped time.
Lunch time...
If only it were really 4pm...
There were other clocks as well, but I couldn't get around to all of them because it'd just be overkill for both you and me, once you've seen three clocks you've seen them all I say.
I suppose one day I'll do a hospital blog from the perspective of a patient and not visitor, but until I somehow hurt myself or contract some horrible disease you'll just have to be content with this hospital based blog. Apologies in advance :)
Saturday, February 9, 2008
My Foolish Teeth
Now just so you know there's nothing wrong with my wisdom teeth....yet, so if anything these are just my observations and ramblings so lets march onwards.
Why are wisdom teeth called wisdom teeth? I checked wikipedia and they said that the reason could be "because they appear so late—much later than the other teeth, at an age where people are wiser than as a child, when the other teeth erupt.". I just thought they were called that because they were wise in taking their time to come out, somehow giving them a longer life compared to the other teeth.
But as we all know, or not, but now you will as of reading this next sentence which joins onto this sentence we sometimes take our wisdom teeth out! So going on my theory for the name, they aren't so wise now are they?
Which brings me to the crux of this entry! Which is a big crux! Calling wisdom teeth wisdom teeth is stupid! Clearly the person who came up with the name wasn't all that wise themselves because if they had waited to see the things a 'wisdom' tooth could do they wouldn't call it wise at all!
First of all they come out late, only to be taken out first!
They come out late, and decide to tell the whole world about it! Causing insane pain that you can't do much about, not allowing you to eat great tasting foods like KFC or pasta, relegating you to soupy foods or congee so you don't aggravate the pain, and the whole telling the world part comes when you tell your friends or anyone that your tooth is hurting!
Secondly, if they are so wise why is it that when they decide to finally come out (if ever) sometimes they don't know whether they're going up or down and either come out just a little bit for some breathing space or come out at a completely wrong angle! When they come out just a little bit you wonder to yourself "was all that pain worth it for a half a tooth?" and the answer is NO! I spent days during my first year of university rolling my head in pain as my gums threatened to burst open only to find out days later that I had half a wisdom tooth, with the rest resting under my gums, which can only mean that my wisdom teeth are indeed old and slow, which can only mean that more pain can happen in the future when my wise teeth wake up and decide they need more air! So now I've got two of these half-wise teeth on my lower case teeth, my upper case teeth have nothing so far and it should stay that way, though wikipedia says they come out during the ages of 16-24 so there's still hope yet!
But of course, the other way they come out is at a different angle, which is a pain thats probably more worse than the one I get. These wise teeth come out at crazy angles, and can end up pushing into your other teeth. What kind of wise tooth tries to take out your other teeth!? Unless it's a jealous tooth and feels it should be the only tooth in your mouth and tries to start the slow and painful campaign of pushing all your teeth out one by one!
I guess the best way to prove my point is through picture form. A scrubby little friend of mine was nice enough to allow me to post his teeth for this entry. If we were playing spot the difference hopefully you'll notice that besides the numerous amount of teach and interesting skeletal structure, two of them aren't quite right, they're being wise guys, ganging up to take on the other teeth sideways style!
Say Cheese!
So I propose we don't call these teeth wisdom teeth anymore, I say we call them foolish teeth! Why foolish? I guess because it's a nice opposite to wise (Like the wise and foolish builders parable) and also because they are indeed foolish! These teeth think they're so smart and wise coming out late, coming out half way, coming out all the way, coming out in the way, coming out everyway, coming out the painful way only to end up being ripped out and thrown away. How foolish of them!
I think I've made a good point, and a point you should all follow! No more "Oww, my wisdom tooth hurts" or "I'm taking my wisdom tooth out", and more "Oww, my foolish tooth hurts!" and "I'm taking my foolish tooth out". I know that's what I'll be saying, if I ever need to do that to my foolish teeth (see I've already begun) and so should you!
This should be sent to the dental people because I think I've made a very good case here, which makes me wonder, why hasn't anyone else think of this? Genius!
[Hybrid Extras]
Other replacement names for wisdom teeth
- Useless teeth
- Stupid teeth
- Idiotic teeth
- Moronic teeth
- Lost teeth
- Non-teeth
- Half teeth
- Not teeth
- Slow teeth
- Sloth teeth
- Hybrid teeth (applies only to me, and those who have half teeth/half gum mix, but mainly to me)
- Freaking teeth (cuts out the need to say which teeth when you're complaining about teeth because we all know its the foolish teeth you're complaining about anyway)
Why are wisdom teeth called wisdom teeth? I checked wikipedia and they said that the reason could be "because they appear so late—much later than the other teeth, at an age where people are wiser than as a child, when the other teeth erupt.". I just thought they were called that because they were wise in taking their time to come out, somehow giving them a longer life compared to the other teeth.
But as we all know, or not, but now you will as of reading this next sentence which joins onto this sentence we sometimes take our wisdom teeth out! So going on my theory for the name, they aren't so wise now are they?
Which brings me to the crux of this entry! Which is a big crux! Calling wisdom teeth wisdom teeth is stupid! Clearly the person who came up with the name wasn't all that wise themselves because if they had waited to see the things a 'wisdom' tooth could do they wouldn't call it wise at all!
First of all they come out late, only to be taken out first!
They come out late, and decide to tell the whole world about it! Causing insane pain that you can't do much about, not allowing you to eat great tasting foods like KFC or pasta, relegating you to soupy foods or congee so you don't aggravate the pain, and the whole telling the world part comes when you tell your friends or anyone that your tooth is hurting!
Secondly, if they are so wise why is it that when they decide to finally come out (if ever) sometimes they don't know whether they're going up or down and either come out just a little bit for some breathing space or come out at a completely wrong angle! When they come out just a little bit you wonder to yourself "was all that pain worth it for a half a tooth?" and the answer is NO! I spent days during my first year of university rolling my head in pain as my gums threatened to burst open only to find out days later that I had half a wisdom tooth, with the rest resting under my gums, which can only mean that my wisdom teeth are indeed old and slow, which can only mean that more pain can happen in the future when my wise teeth wake up and decide they need more air! So now I've got two of these half-wise teeth on my lower case teeth, my upper case teeth have nothing so far and it should stay that way, though wikipedia says they come out during the ages of 16-24 so there's still hope yet!
But of course, the other way they come out is at a different angle, which is a pain thats probably more worse than the one I get. These wise teeth come out at crazy angles, and can end up pushing into your other teeth. What kind of wise tooth tries to take out your other teeth!? Unless it's a jealous tooth and feels it should be the only tooth in your mouth and tries to start the slow and painful campaign of pushing all your teeth out one by one!
I guess the best way to prove my point is through picture form. A scrubby little friend of mine was nice enough to allow me to post his teeth for this entry. If we were playing spot the difference hopefully you'll notice that besides the numerous amount of teach and interesting skeletal structure, two of them aren't quite right, they're being wise guys, ganging up to take on the other teeth sideways style!
Say Cheese!
So I propose we don't call these teeth wisdom teeth anymore, I say we call them foolish teeth! Why foolish? I guess because it's a nice opposite to wise (Like the wise and foolish builders parable) and also because they are indeed foolish! These teeth think they're so smart and wise coming out late, coming out half way, coming out all the way, coming out in the way, coming out everyway, coming out the painful way only to end up being ripped out and thrown away. How foolish of them!
I think I've made a good point, and a point you should all follow! No more "Oww, my wisdom tooth hurts" or "I'm taking my wisdom tooth out", and more "Oww, my foolish tooth hurts!" and "I'm taking my foolish tooth out". I know that's what I'll be saying, if I ever need to do that to my foolish teeth (see I've already begun) and so should you!
This should be sent to the dental people because I think I've made a very good case here, which makes me wonder, why hasn't anyone else think of this? Genius!
[Hybrid Extras]
Other replacement names for wisdom teeth
- Useless teeth
- Stupid teeth
- Idiotic teeth
- Moronic teeth
- Lost teeth
- Non-teeth
- Half teeth
- Not teeth
- Slow teeth
- Sloth teeth
- Hybrid teeth (applies only to me, and those who have half teeth/half gum mix, but mainly to me)
- Freaking teeth (cuts out the need to say which teeth when you're complaining about teeth because we all know its the foolish teeth you're complaining about anyway)
Tuesday, December 25, 2007
My Parents Are Gone
Today is Christmas and my parents are gone. They've gone to Queensland for a wedding later this week, I think they have free accommodation too at a hotel. So they'll get to rest for most of this week before the wedding, which I suppose they deserve, working and taking care of us each day.
So I think this would be the first Christmas I've had without my parents. So no fancy dinners for me (unless my uncle next door invites us over, which is likely to be the case). But thats alright, The Panel's Christmas Wrap is on tonight, which I've never had the chance to watch on Christmas, mainly because I've been out and what not, so I'll watch that, and Howl's Moving Castle afterwards and Godzilla (Japanese version) after that (I've always wanted to watch a Godzilla movie from start to finish).
But this entry isn't about Christmas, that'll come later in the next few days hopefully.
Essentially a week with no parents is what I'm faced with, that last time this happened was years ago when they went to Asia/Europe, our grandparents took care of us then. This time, we'll be taking care of ourselves, that and my uncle next door. Should be easy, just gotta get food in our stomachs at some point during the day multiple times, we've got money, we've got transport, we've got each other, but most of all, we've got no parents!
Now I just need to learn how to operate the washing machine...
So I think this would be the first Christmas I've had without my parents. So no fancy dinners for me (unless my uncle next door invites us over, which is likely to be the case). But thats alright, The Panel's Christmas Wrap is on tonight, which I've never had the chance to watch on Christmas, mainly because I've been out and what not, so I'll watch that, and Howl's Moving Castle afterwards and Godzilla (Japanese version) after that (I've always wanted to watch a Godzilla movie from start to finish).
But this entry isn't about Christmas, that'll come later in the next few days hopefully.
Essentially a week with no parents is what I'm faced with, that last time this happened was years ago when they went to Asia/Europe, our grandparents took care of us then. This time, we'll be taking care of ourselves, that and my uncle next door. Should be easy, just gotta get food in our stomachs at some point during the day multiple times, we've got money, we've got transport, we've got each other, but most of all, we've got no parents!
Now I just need to learn how to operate the washing machine...
Thursday, December 20, 2007
My Clean Discovery
My day started just like any other day during the holidays. Wake up late, and slowly get things done. Today, I got up at 12:15pm, and as I went downstairs to get my drink of wake up water, I also checked the washing machine, in case my mum washed the clothes and they needed to be hung. Today there was clothes, so I got a basket and loaded the clothes. As I finished loading the clothes and took one last look into the washing machine for any socks I might've missed, I spotted something, something green, something better explained with a picture.
Can you see what it is?
MY IPOD SHUFFLE!!
Just sitting there, all alone, all wet, all over for me! I was speechless, I picked it up, looked at it, not knowing what to do, except hang the clothes. But after that, I didn't know what to do, so I left it alone, to dry. I suppose it's my own fault that it got there, I put it into my pocket and forgot to take it out, eventually it got into the washing and never came out, until now. So far, I've tested it out once, and it hasn't worked. I'm going to leave it overnight and see how it goes. Hopefully, it'll dry up and survive. This certainly isn't the way to treat a birthday present. So for now, the waiting game begins, what will be on the end of this game? An eulogy? A celebratory post? Your time starts now...
Can you see what it is?
MY IPOD SHUFFLE!!
Just sitting there, all alone, all wet, all over for me! I was speechless, I picked it up, looked at it, not knowing what to do, except hang the clothes. But after that, I didn't know what to do, so I left it alone, to dry. I suppose it's my own fault that it got there, I put it into my pocket and forgot to take it out, eventually it got into the washing and never came out, until now. So far, I've tested it out once, and it hasn't worked. I'm going to leave it overnight and see how it goes. Hopefully, it'll dry up and survive. This certainly isn't the way to treat a birthday present. So for now, the waiting game begins, what will be on the end of this game? An eulogy? A celebratory post? Your time starts now...
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