so what.

(sorry convoluted typios everywhere, dont care, dont want to)

another minute. another hour. day. week. year. decade. another album you downloaded off the net. another coin found on the floor. a page turned. another road not taken. just another chapter in the yellowed dusty 16 – almost 17 – year old book.

so what.

first off –> i apologise and ask forgiveness for juxtaposing vincents somewhat nostalgic, yet subtly sarcastic(?) post with my own detached and disgusting post. sorry. either live with it or fuck off. btw dont make a big deal out of this post

why is it that everyone is suddenly hyped up for a new year. it has no significant mark individually. what? so im going to congratulate the earth for spinning its whole orbital period. well good for you earth. good for you. and to add to it, we are celebrating off the mark by .25 of an hour, leaving for the leap year with 29 days in february. so what.

if we celebrate ny, we might as well celebrate every day of the year. congratulations to the earth for spinning one complete revolution on its rotational axis. and even this is demeaning to the earth, because lol, since a year is off by 0.25, every day is off by a fraction of 365. or 366. or 365.25 whatever. so what.

so thats what ive been doing (or trying to do). no not like a fucking party everyday (although some might argue, that indeed, we do party every day. to some extent.) but like treating everyday as special. i dont need no freaking orbital period of the earth for me to look at the world differently.

so what.

to support these daily celebrations, one would think they would need daily resolutions. goals. and heck, i already fail my daily resolutions; what makes you think that i will ever get new year resolutions done?

so i’d have more stuff to say, but in some sick, sick, satirical turn of events. im off being dragged along to watch the fireworks. to celebrate earth completing another orbital period. just another one of the many it completes. another one of its 5 billion or so left in its life. another nuclear fusion reaction.

if you think that just because some earth rotates a revolution around the sun that i will somehow, magically, you or me or anybody will change, then you are sadly mistaken. another year. another exam, another cram session. another failure. another life not unwasted.

so what.

see you in 2010.

love from thomas

hi twentyten

i’ve searched high, low and middle for my 2009 NY resolutions but they’re no where to be found :O So i dont even know if 2008 vincent was happy with 2009 vincent ! GRR

2010 NEW YEAR RESOLUTIONS:
1. study.
2. stick to your plans.
3. no facebook and msn on weekdays.
4. stop swearing ie be a good prefect.
5. wake up early and sleep early during holidays.

i think 5 is enough. and number 1 is so vague but thats okay cause that way i’d have achieved it no matter what. What? Cheating? I think you’re the one cheating on edward cullen! Get your hand off my lap, i’m a married woman!

The naughties has been a great decade, its responsible for turning checking in and out at airports 10 times longer, the internet, recycling, miley cyrus, increase in child slavery, bird flu, swine flu, increase in STIs … Actually maybe not such a great decade. But we sure are greateful for isnack 2.0! Oh boy! i want some now!

None the less, you’ve been the decade i grew up in, housing most of my teen years, you might not be perfect but i like you just the way you are. goodbye the naughties (L) vince.

rule number 32

ZOMBIELAND’S TAKE HOME MESSAGE: Rule 32: Enjoy the Little Things

all you can eat

hi hi, its been quite a while as Thomas has been saying  a lot, year 12 grabs everything in your life shoves it aside and sits on your lap with a big grin on its face. And since the christmas holidays have finally arrived, i have a bit of time to visit, you, you know blog, if you lived closer i could come more often.

Secret santa was fun, hats off to JP for awesome suit and theresa N & T for organising, you guys are on my good list this year

the main thing i wanted to talk about as the title suggests are buffets. Bursting on to the streets in the 90s they were massive back then. And as a tiet i’ve been to many, my dad was a cult follower. I dunno, some innate chemical behaviour in asians, that make them attracted to buffets. So, today we went to one at seven hills. This one for some reason was packed. Maybe cause we actually showed up during normal eating hours of around 7  rather than rocking up late at 9,  there were people there. And i came to the realisation of how blood thirsty it is out there. oh my god. you would not believe it. They literally had their knives out their, attacking away at the food. Line up you say? OH NO SIR, its every man for themselves. Don’t even bother trying for the sushi train. What, does salmon sell for gold in its weight these days? MANNN, its all you can eat, but they don’t acutally expected you to eat all you can eat.

oh  my-chael faraday! Its  three thirty. hmm i wonder who else is awake at this hour in sydney right now?  When you think about it so many other things are happening at this exact moment, so many that are 100x more significant that what i am doing right now. i feel sad now

anywho looks like those two all-you-can-eat cups of coffee are wearing out, vincent-out.