chrasy

thinking/feeling/doing #01

Wed, 01 Sep 2010 01:55:04 +1000

I don’t really like people from the past popping into the present and saying hello. They only remind me of how awkward I was.
I guess I don’t like them to remind me about a time that I was uncomfortable, now that I finally feel settled. Settled, resigned, safe in Sydney, and happy with my funny looks, and with the way I think and my stupid questions.
I still don’t really wake up with much of a plan beyond the coming day, but maybe I’ll get there soon
Tori was so right when she said she could leave your world, if the other was the better girl.
I thought that the lyrics “You’re just too used to my honey” were “You’re just still, you’re still my honey” for the longest time. Either are appropriate.
Humble and honorific verbs in Japanese confuse me.
I guess I used to wonder why I wasn’t as sick as other people.
Don’t really know why I wanted to be.
I’m really polite when pushing through crowds at a concert. So polite that they don’t really let me through.

ghosts.

Tue, 31 Aug 2010 00:33:00 +1000

Paranormal so and sos, I don’t necessarily believe in them. I think ouija boards are a crock of shit. I don’t think that staring at myself in the mirror when it’s dark will show me the face of my past life. I don’t think the boogieman exists in my closet or under my bed.

But… I believe in myself, and I believe in other people, and I scare myself with what I see. I think you should be scared of what you see as well. My only problem is that when I realise that I’ve seen something, it’s already happening and then I scare myself even more.

The future is happening. What are we doing about it?

transition.

Thu, 19 Aug 2010 16:19:52 +1000

Suddenly everything seemed darker with everyone’s goodbyes and all the shades of black that I dressed myself in made me invisible in the new midnight. But these days, dusk is characterised by pink streaks across the sky and the sun no longer dives directly to plunge us all into night. Like the winter sun, I once thought that maybe I was not to do anything in between, and jump immediately from day to night, one thing to the next. Now I can see a transition exists.

Vintage Tokyo subway manner posters

Wed, 11 Aug 2010 15:19:08 +1000

Vintage Tokyo subway manner posters:

These are really excellent posters, that I wish we had on CityRail trains. I love the wordplays (all explained in English, do not be afraid to click the link!) and the pop culture/historical references.

Chinese people choosing English names. “Frog”....

Wed, 11 Aug 2010 13:45:45 +1000

Chinese people choosing English names.

“Frog”. Seriously?

(Reblogging from my ‘fake blog’ chrasycakes, beause I thought this was hilarious/embarrassing and needed to be shared again. I am so glad my mother never named me something like “Trickle” or something because it “sounds nice”. I got named after a newsreader instead.)

reciprocation #02

Wed, 11 Aug 2010 02:30:45 +1000

Hey, humans are small aren’t they? Isn’t that why the things that are important to us get so large and seem so far away? But that smallness gives us the ability to tremble with joy when those precious sights get smaller and closer.

Even if we are separated, even if we never see some things together, I’ll still tell you all about what I’ve seen, as long as you tell me all about what you’ve seen.

reciprocation #01 There were so many people, but we kept on...

Tue, 10 Aug 2010 02:30:44 +1000

reciprocation #01

There were so many people, but we kept on floating through. I could never completely lose track of you.

There are traces of you in so many of my memories, just like I hope there’s a Tracey in many of yours.

on much less sour notes:

Sun, 08 Aug 2010 17:56:43 +1000

I had my nineteenth birthday party last week and sang classics while prancing around drunkenly.
Spent time with precious old friends.
Made lovely new friends to spend time with, who are funny and generous and brighten up my university life.
Bec and I went and saw Step Panther, Jinja Safari and Gypsy and the Cat on Thursday at the Oxford Art Factory. They were all quite good, but we were both so impressed with Jinja Safari. They are definitely a band to pay attention to.
I bought a really lovely dress that I am looking forward to wearing at Spring/Summer BBQs.
I’ve decided to try and cut down on my red meat consumption.
I got my green Ps!
I’m planning a housewarming party in my head!

arghhhhhhhhhhh!!!

Sun, 08 Aug 2010 04:55:00 +1000

I don’t really like politics, because I don’t understand politicians. Australian politicians come off as stupid, blubbering individuals. I feel like politics has become a profession that exists to stroke politicians’ egos, instead of one to serve the people and country. It is a career that basically consists of winning popularity contests. To me, no Australian politician seems overly concerned about Australia. And if Gillard was replaced by a robot (albeit a robot that spoke with a Kath-and-Kim-esque Australian accent), I wouldn’t notice. Of course, it might be argued that I am an ignorant twat that doesn’t know anything, but while I have the power to vote and a hand to hold the pen that writes on my ballot, I’m entitled to my opinion. And my opinion is? Politics is crappy, and annoying, and it pisses me off that no local, state or federal politician seems to give a proper shit. They make promises that never seem to come to fruition.

I don’t really like voters either, myself included. People want more more more more more. They want better education, more hospital beds, better and safer roads, all the while wanting to pay less tax. But then again, it seems like nothing is fair. I can’t just say “Raise taxes and every social service will be better!” or “Lower taxes, and everyone will be happy!” because families are struggling, yet it shouldn’t be the responsibility of wealthier people to pay for dole bludgers.

What do I do? I’m young and have barely any income. I don’t receive government benefits. I’m a child of immigrants that speaks more than one language and identifies with more than one culture. I don’t align myself to any particular party despite being raised in a predominantly Labor town. I’m educated and yet still confused as to where the country is going.

The only certain thing is that I have to choose between Labor party crap and Liberal party crap (and various other smaller, but still pretty crappy parties) on the 21st.

tanjoubi.

Wed, 28 Jul 2010 13:10:00 +1000

My birthday was normal, but special.

And I guess those are the nicest days of all.

this is what people that don't have internet do on a Thursday night:

Thu, 15 Jul 2010 20:03:00 +1000

Channel surf endlessly. Sydney station TVS has a gem called “Braindate” on Wednesday nights. It needs to be watched. (When you actually watch it, you will understand. I hate sarcasm on the internet. It’s just not working. It’s not working right now, damn it.) I also really like the fact that Go has a three hour Big Bang Theory marathon in 40 minutes that I am going to enjoy. Edit: THEY LIED TO ME, IT’S ONLY TWO HOURS!!!
Drink infinite amounts of tea (and subsequently go to the bathroom five times for every cup of tea, which is a waste of toilet paper and water from excess flushing. Stupid bladder.)
Play lots of pointless games on their phone or computer and (I quote a friend) “work for hours … then look out the window and realise they don’t contribute to society at all.”
Watch heaps of really weird performances on late night TV shows. Really, whose idea was it to have M.I.A perform “Born Free”, in all its nutty distorted goodness on the Late Show with David Letterman? And then Devo in “matching Kim Jong Il suits” on the Colbert Report? (But then I really enjoy thinking about the shocked expressions that the viewers of David Letterman’s show must be wearing after watching/listening to M.I.A’s pretty good but pretty unintelligible song)

My life. You all want it. (There I go again with the shit sarcasm. Somebody stop me.)

snowgirl gossip.

Sat, 10 Jul 2010 15:24:43 +1000

I could be gloating right now, spouting “I told you so”s and “I knew it wasn’t going to last”s left right and center.

I actually don’t think that anyway, I’m just sorry you didn’t get the happiness you wanted. But weeping winter gives way to spring, and I’m sure you will soon bloom again.

actresses.

Sat, 10 Jul 2010 00:07:00 +1000

I need to stop being a douchebag that thinks that they are going to run into the rest of their life randomly on the street. That lame initial antagonistic encounter (where somebody spills a latte onto a white blouse and then it all becomes HOLY SHIT GODDAMN THAT WAS MY FAVOURITE BLOUSE YOU BASTARD, THE WORLD IS GOING TO END NOW) that progresses into a full fledged relationship (in a magical three weeks!) isn’t applicable to 99.8% of situations. I know my life isn’t a romantic comedy, I just need to stop wanting it to be one.

I am not a heroine, I am just one of those extras in the background. That’s fine. It really is, for now.

cloudy confusion.

Mon, 05 Jul 2010 23:47:00 +1000

Even if we were to soar through pretty, clear skies, we are all too busy looking down at our screens to see anything above us.
We move with our eyes on our goals; the sky’s the limit.
If we always look upwards to the sky, we will never see anything that’s right in front of us.
Where are we meant to look?

Oh crrrrrrrrap. Maybe I’m on my way to himono-onna-ness....

Sun, 04 Jul 2010 15:50:00 +1000

Oh crrrrrrrrap. Maybe I’m on my way to himono-onna-ness. Dried up women… for the win…?

Shit, I’ve been tumblring for two years. Long live my...

Sat, 03 Jul 2010 17:28:00 +1000

Shit, I’ve been tumblring for two years. Long live my teenage tumblr’d awkwardness, archived forever in the rotting recesses of the internet!

would haves.

Fri, 02 Jul 2010 04:01:00 +1000

I’ve been wondering if there is something in my movements (or tone of voice or expressions) that repel people. That make them think they need to step away from me, emotionally. I’ve been thinking about how others analyse my actions and words.

I can remember certain conversations. Have people read into my replies in such a way that they restrained or altered themselves around me? I think so. No, I know so. It has to have happened, it’s just what people do, right?

I can’t help but feel a sense loss for the possibilities lost because of that alteration or restraint. But it is always the case in life, that I (and you?) wonder what life would be like if the present was not as it is.

voiceless.

Tue, 22 Jun 2010 16:05:48 +1000

I don’t feel like I can be vocal in Sydney. I don’t know of anywhere that I can go and just talk to myself, or scream till it feels like my throat is shrivelling up.

Some days I am silent for so long that even I forget what my voice sounds like.

KANJIDAMAGE: Kanji Facts

Thu, 17 Jun 2010 13:51:00 +1000

KANJIDAMAGE: Kanji Facts:

[The sages] didn’t have computers, they got bad arthritis, and they had to draw these crazy hard pictographs all damn day. So one of the sages, in his wisdom, said, “OK, fuck this! Can’t we swap the center bit for a simpler radical?” And the other sage replied, “Dood, if you drink enough sake, the center bit looks kind of like 玉.”

And the first sage was like, “Man you are just high as hell, but it’s late and I got mad poems to write about seasons and shit, so yeah, let’s just say 國 is now officially 国 and call it a day.”

So even if you don’t learn Japanese (which I’m pretty sure 90% of you do not) this is still a damn amusing read, especially those historical tangents.

"One Slam Wonders"

Mon, 14 Jun 2010 02:49:00 +1000

"One Slam Wonders":

As we rightfully celebrate the glory of Rafael Nadal’s French Open performance and the furious straight sets path he macheted toward hoisting his seventh Grand Slam trophy, there’s an entirely different odor wafting above the victory of women’s champ Francesca Schiavone.

While Francesca thrilled in the final, winning hoards of new fans (quite an accomplishment for a woman who’s been on the Tour since the Renaissance), there are those already putting her win in a giant stink box. The name on said stink box, “fluke.” Others think they’re being more kind by calling her what are in fact three of the dirtiest words in tennis: One Slam Wonder. And it sucks.

Late link is late, but A-to-the-MEN. Or as it could be, A-to-the-ROD (Hahahaha, no one is going to get that pun). Please, lets not detract from the glory of winning a slam just because a player has only won one. Who hasn’t won any? Who retired without one? Hundreds more people than have actually won a slam.

It’s awful the way that players (in any sport) should be defined by what they haven’t done, instead of what they have done. The title of a one slam wonder is degrading both to the player, and the slam itself. Calling players one slam wonders is to underestimate their ability to beat the best of the bloody best in two weeks, slogging it out on asphalt, clay or grass. Using that title is effectively saying that a grand slam is nothing special, and winning one is easy. It’s not.

(via ontd_tennis)