parody week : Fann Sharlinn.

lol. come on, ten lines of German and Finnish and i don't really understand myself? you are doing me a discredit girl. and.. don't worry this guy does understand himself pretty much clearly. and some do understand what those blogs are about. at least half the time.

i woke up smothered up in blankets and a pillow with the clock blinking away at 10 o'clock. the sunlight is so glaring by this time one would actually wish the sun didn't exist without thinking about all the economical and sociological effects it might have on farming and tan lines. Going through the dreary routine of washing up on a sunday isn't fun either with all the dull glances of other patrons of the laundromat while they wait for their own wash to be done whilst wishing desperately there isn't some pink underwear or sock left behind by an earlier customer to pinkenise your clothes that are supposed to last you for six frigging months before being picked up again.

macdonald's, or maccer's as the locals call it, isn't a bad thing once you are in this land of the desert and the sea. it might be the biggest imperial powers in the corporate world now, driving slaves at minimal wages that produces bland tasting crap that is a chicken burger and fries, but it is the only shitty outlet opened after the hours of six in down under perth. the native australians have some perverse abjection of working in the dark so we are all stuck with shoving a five dollar bill towards the pimpled face slave in yellow clothes just for a meal. don't even get me started about translating the fucking currency back home. 15 ringgit for two loaves of bread and a slab of meat that might not even be beef is bloody ridiculous.

there maybe a lot of yellow skinned and squint eyed people nesting up over here but mark my words the arborigines ain't displaced. you would agree with me when you see one squatting on top of the other in the middle of the street bashing his teeth in while the cars go by right past them. i guess the most shocking thing is that i'm the only person that was staring while the others walked along as if nothing happened. similiarly, the sight of the slight arborigine girl screaming at the kebab store for not giving her a free kebab before grabbing a chair to try and smash in the glass display before being dragged away by her fellow compatriots is disturbing. but perhaps that's what people are. take away all my money and belongings, reduce me to a hovel of grass and spit and perhaps i will tear your eyes out for your wallet too. i know i myself won't stop at just your eyes for your wallet.

the night here is a chill. there is not a soul about in the dark evening and those who are about are the privileged with their drinks and hooting and chasing around for mates to spend the night with. mark you they do sound pretty fun but sometimes you just can't drag oneself to such a thing. perhaps you but not me. this isn't the uni life i envisioned it to be. this definitely isn't american pie or gossip girls. there is no flashy cars or beautiful girls and guys who go down on you when you are all drunk together. there is just a student card with a dwindling wad of cash in your left hand while your right does nothing but just to rest itself against your lap in the quietness. it might just be me or it may be an asian thing but i don't know.

life isn't a pie. it is a long routine of reading and washing and eating and envying and enjoying and crying and hoping and despairing and contentment. it's up to you and me to pick which of those words to go with your path but i know which i will go with. i do not want to go through this with a smiley icon on my face without experiencing what other things there are. a good offense on life might just be the best thing to do. we hope.

fann is right.
she is really bloody hard to parody.
oh well.
time to end this with a :


cheers!

going away to university

yep, going away to university.
technically i'm here already.
mr julianut, in the city of perth, australia
studying in the curtin university of technology,
for three years.



bloody sunny during the day,
awfully cold in the night.


the only reason i couldn't blog or do anything proper
is because i had really low cap on mb usage for the internet.

anyway, this is my room and floor.




and... subs, a lil something for you my man.
hehe.
the kids actually let me join in.


so this is my aussie number,
0415739309
contact me if u want,
or if ur in excess of credit. =P


cause
people will say all kinds of thing
that dont mean a damn to me
cause all I see
is whats in front of me
and thats you.

28th of june my love. =)