• On Science-Fiction

    I can picture in my mind a world without war, a world without hate. And I can picture us attacking that world, because they'd never expect it.

    I don't think I'm alone when I say I'd like to see more and more planets fall under the ruthless domination of our solar system.

    - Jack Handey, "Deep Thoughts"
  • In education as elsewhere, the broad primrose path leads to a nasty place.

    - A. N. Whitehead
  • A great war leaves the country with three armies: an army of cripples, an army of mourners, and an army of thieves.
  • English is a language that lurks in dark alleys, beats up other languages and rifles through their pockets for spare vocabulary.
  • True words are not beautiful,
    Beautiful words are not true.
  • Bishop of Bath and Wells: You fiend! Never have I encountered such corrupt and foul-minded perversity… Have you ever considered a career in the church? Blackadder: Yes, but I couldn't get used to the underwear.

    Blackadder the Second
  • What is written without effort is in general read without pleasure.

    - Samuel Johnson
  • Terry Pratchett

    That seems to point up a significant difference between Europeans and Americans. A European says: "I can't understand this, what's wrong with me?" An American says: "I can't understand this, what's wrong with him?"

    "It's still a lie. Like the lie about masks."
    "What lie about masks?"
    "The way people say they hide faces."
    "They do hide faces."
    "Only the one on the outside."

  • Balzac a dit:

    Mes avis sur vos relations avec les femmes sont aussi dans ce mot de chevalerie: Les servir toutes, n'en aimer qu'une.

    Le véritable amour est éternel, infini, toujours semblable à lui-même; il est égal et pur, sans démonstrations violentes; il se voit en cheveux blancs, toujours jeune de cœur.
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“Jon Whyte” has been deemed fit for employment. Casual telemarketing job, to be precise.

Saw The Counterfeiters [Die Faelscher] at Cinema Nova with BJ after the interview. That area [Carlton] of Melbourne really reminded me of the good old times when my lovely self wasn’t so poor and life wasn’t so full of responsibilities. Then met up with the wife and Jess [they were watching Mongol – BJ refuses to watch it on principle: principle of denying that the Chinese are in any way descendants of this red-blooded Mongol and his hoard] an hour later to check out the wife’s new house [she had finally moved to the house they bought] but the wife had some business with Vic Roads which took too long [Jess left] so the house visit may be postponed to tomorrow.


Colbie Caillat – Bubbly

This is just lovely pop. More wifey music, actually, since I don’t listen to pop. Not out of principle, more out of the fact that I can’t stand pop-music radio stations and their hosts.

Alright, principle then.

I’ve been awake for a while now
You’ve got me feelin’ like a child now
‘Cause every time I see your bubbly face
I get the tinglees in a silly place

It starts in my toes
And I crinkle my nose
Wherever it goes I always know
That you make me smile
Please stay for a while now
Just take your time
Wherever you go

The rain is fallin’ on my window pane
But we are hidin’ in a safer place
Under the covers stayin’ safe and warm
You give me feelings that I adore

They start in my toes
Make me crinkle my nose
Wherever it goes
I always know
That you make me smile
Please stay for a while now
Just take your time
Wherever you go

What am I gonna say
When you make me feel this way?
I just, mmm

It starts in my toes
Makes me crinkle my nose
Wherever it goes
I always know
That you make me smile
Please stay for a while now
Just take your time
Wherever you go

I’ve been asleep for a while now
You tucked me in just like a child now
‘Cause every time you hold me in your arms
I’m comfortable enough to feel your warmth

It starts in my soul
And I lose all control
When you kiss my nose
The feelin’ shows
‘Cause you make me smile
Baby just take your time now
Holdin’ me tight

Wherever, wherever, where ever you go
Wherever, wherever, where ever you go

Hwaro and Cafe Greco

Nineteen years ago, on the glorious 4th of July, this young whelp was brought into the world in the heat of summer in a country that it can no longer legally call home. To commemorate that momentous day, the whelp went out to dinner with the wife and BJ.

Hwaro [Korean BBQ]
562 Little Bourke St. Melbourne
Ph: (03)9642 5696

Good atmosphere. Tables separated by bamboo[?] blinds to give the appearance of privacy without inducing claustrophobia. We had a scotch fillet, marinated beef, marinated pork slices [the kind of pork known in Mandarin circles as ‘wu hua rou’] and a winter soup. Everything was very fresh-tasting, the meat was of quite excellent quality and melted in the mouth. No funny bits and oh-so-tender. The Korean kimchi wasn’t overwhelming [thanks for catering to my Western tastes…] and the soup was hearty but light enough without feeling like it was clogging arteries.

There was a pan of coals in the middle of the table and the meat was placed on a grille over that. A fan came down from the ceiling that sucked the smoke away and left the smell of cooking meat. :D I should have probably let the meat alone and just left it all to the attendant…

I highly recommend it. The only thing odd was the old-age pop playing in the background. And Korean rap when we left [it was great.]

We then wandered off down towards the Yarra and [on wifey’s recommendation] skipped La Camera [ghastly place] for Cafe Greco’s cake display.

I would have photos if only I HADN’T DELETED THEM FROM MY CAMERA. Gods, I’m such an idiot. Stupid Vista.

Cafe Greco

You’ve only got to see it to believe it but the cake display was an orgasmic smorgasbord of everything you could possibly think of eating. Cakes, baklavas, corniches, tarts, etc. Pure and utter eye-candy. Cake slices were $7.50 each and – chosen well – were to die for. Wifey had Strawberry Cheesecake, BJ got Coffee Tiramisu and I had Black Forest Cake. Oh yeah.

It was a lovely night. We got to see the fire display along the Southbank and also some fire jugglers near the Aquarium. There was a gondola on the Yarra, in the dark: that was surreal and brought to mind Charon’s ferry across the Styx. The city lit at night is quite beautiful but perhaps not the ideally magical place it is portrayed. Some people are just nastier under cover of darkness.

Oh if only I still had the god-damned photos. :(

Wifey was…surprising. She hunted around the city for a copy of China Mieville’s Perdido Street Station for me. ;A; I’m touched.

Qui veut gagner l’argent en masse?

Canadian [parody] version of Qui veut gagner des millions. It’s pretty funny. :P Canadians are win.

I love good acting where it counts.

Community Channel


Back from camp and Guang Liang’s Tong Hua

I’m back from CMG camp and it was pretty awesome in the way that only all Asian gatherings are awesome. All the brilliant actors and singers aside [and there were a lot of them – the production is going to be so good,] I realise that I know no lyrics to Chinese songs that are considered ‘classics,’ so when they all sang along, I hummed. It also made a lot of the station games very difficult and awkward for me as only singing Merry Christmas after a heart-wrenching rendition of Tong Hua can be. Woe.

Lyrics can be found here.

First step goes into the puddle

I got a friend’s friend to teach me how to drive a manually-operated car today. It was pretty exciting. Driving a manual is a lot more fun than automatics, what with all the left leg and arm action. However, since I don’t have a manual car, I’ll have to wait a few years until I can buy my own to have more driving fun.

Went by my old school ‘district’ later for lunch with the aforementioned friend. Fwoar! The nostalgia! I guess at this point, all I can do is smile wryly at the past and keep walking the path I’m on.