<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15695872</id><updated>2011-07-29T19:07:21.729+12:00</updated><category term='college'/><category term='technology'/><category term='reflections'/><category term='school'/><category term='writing'/><category term='work'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='rant'/><category term='entertainment'/><category term='random'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>moments in time</title><subtitle type='html'>perhaps, we'll look back at this and smile</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18409790445567029653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJtvHoUV0Rk/SpEM4lYooxI/AAAAAAAAAEo/UHkxiLCEGBQ/S220/IMG_2470.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>366</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15695872.post-7068100786192746041</id><published>2010-01-03T15:27:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T15:36:36.685+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>The New Year</title><content type='html'>So I got back on New Year's Day, but I was a little too tired for two days to write anything. Camping was fun, did you know it was a full moon on New Year's Eve? Amazing moon as well.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't have a sufficient tan for me to happy, but it's better than nothing I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me, Timmy and Simon got rather creative with cooking. Instead of the usual uhm, camping fare (sausages, steak, etc), we decided to go for better food, like bolognaise, Thai red curry, flat bread, and even a pie. Fun times indeed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks to the incessant flooding of Ke$ha on the radio, I now have that song Tik Tok stuck in my head. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So did I make any resolutions? Not really, but I did resolve to get fit. I wonder now how much it will conflict with my desire to still have a grand time with relaxed drinking and all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The long summer truly begins, since there are few to no public holidays left before the semester starts. Only 8 weeks left. I start gym-ming again on the 11th, but I probably might go back once or twice to gently kickstart the routine this coming week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seems like fun, so we'll see how it is. Well, I gotta go and do a little bit of cleaning in my room. It's still a bit of a mess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15695872-7068100786192746041?l=lostwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/7068100786192746041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15695872&amp;postID=7068100786192746041' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/7068100786192746041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/7068100786192746041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-year.html' title='The New Year'/><author><name>gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18409790445567029653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJtvHoUV0Rk/SpEM4lYooxI/AAAAAAAAAEo/UHkxiLCEGBQ/S220/IMG_2470.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15695872.post-5377849474250696742</id><published>2009-12-28T08:46:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T09:08:18.798+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Introspection</title><content type='html'>Before I had noticed, Christmas is already come and gone. The end of the year is fast approaching, and like most people, I turn my thoughts inward in reflection of the year that was. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always have been, and always will be surprised at how quickly this year passed. You'd think I'd learn to make every moment count, but I still feel like I've wasted time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year also marks the end of the fourth years' degrees (with the exceptions of the ones embarking on a post-grad). Some of these fourth years I have come to know well, and they will be sorely missed by me. It's sometimes comforting to go to a fourth year and just start bitching about some project or assignment you hate. Like an elder brother or sister in the adoptive family of Engineering Science really. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I haven't mentioned it before, Richie, the one hell of a clever bastard that he is, managed to land himself the Rhodes scholarship. Free ride to Oxford for him. Which well, means he will be leaving Auckland as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone I've gotten attached to is going away. 'Tis a most sad year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But hey, not everyone's gone yet. I still have the 3rd years, soon-to-be 4th years. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I'm going up north to Otamure Bay (further north from Whangarei) for a few days with Timmy, Simon and Matt Butcher and some of his pals. Beats spending the New Years' in Auckland though. Unless there's a house party someone's throwing, it really isn't fun. I also refuse to do what Danny is and go to the casino. Ridiculous concept if you ask me. I'd rather go for antipasti and tapas. Yep, both of them one after the other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did I mention that I've gained a little more mass than the last time? Unfortunately not all of it is muscle, due to my occasional slip-ups with food and training. I'm finally 71 kilos though, and bodyweight-wise, I wouldn't think I would want to gain much more. No more than 5 anyway. Like I worry about my weight anyway. I'm far more worried about lowering my body fat percentage. That reminds me: I should check mine again sometime soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, gosh, I've certainly rambled on long enough. Maybe I'll update sometime soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15695872-5377849474250696742?l=lostwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/5377849474250696742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15695872&amp;postID=5377849474250696742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/5377849474250696742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/5377849474250696742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/2009/12/introspection.html' title='Introspection'/><author><name>gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18409790445567029653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJtvHoUV0Rk/SpEM4lYooxI/AAAAAAAAAEo/UHkxiLCEGBQ/S220/IMG_2470.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15695872.post-6427614812175829735</id><published>2009-12-15T22:18:00.003+13:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T22:27:25.865+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Now there's no leaving New York...</title><content type='html'>So Far Around The Bend by The National is still stuck in my head after all these months. It's seriously an awesome song.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Take a bath and get high through an apple&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wanted to cry but you can't when you're laughing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nobody knows where you are living&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nobody knows where you are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You're so far around the bend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You're so far around the bend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somehow, I feel somewhat comforted by this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ange's Christmas party was yesterday. It was pretty fun, I had a lovely bottle of wine, and made a Niçoise salad. That went well I think, considering that there was none left after. Iain was really tipsy when I got there, which was hilarious. Except for him continuously telling me not to hit on some dude. Yeah... the curious antics from Iain I have to put up with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fun times regardless, I'm looking forward to something as exciting for next time, whenever that'll be. I guess I'll head off to bed now. Another day's over already, gosh it's going by quickly isn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15695872-6427614812175829735?l=lostwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/6427614812175829735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15695872&amp;postID=6427614812175829735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/6427614812175829735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/6427614812175829735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/2009/12/now-theres-no-leaving-new-york.html' title='Now there&apos;s no leaving New York...'/><author><name>gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18409790445567029653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJtvHoUV0Rk/SpEM4lYooxI/AAAAAAAAAEo/UHkxiLCEGBQ/S220/IMG_2470.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15695872.post-3980383435247890726</id><published>2009-12-08T23:50:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T23:57:25.969+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><title type='text'>Adrift</title><content type='html'>Much like a hollow log I'm afraid this time. It's not that I'm bored, either. I just can't help but feel my days just stretching out before me, but at the same time I'm rushing towards the horizon. I'm being rather vague and nonsensical again aren't I?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's like I'm living my days one at a time, but I know time is running out. Problem is, I don't know what's going to happen. I feel like a rat on a sinking ship that found a vast, vast hoard of food. More than I could consume in my lifetime, but the ship do be sinking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've probably got to just socialise and get out in the sun more. Make a panna cotta while I'm at it. Yum. Now I'm hungry, at 11.54 PM. Lovely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I'll start touching up on my calligraphy skills (or lack thereof) and buy some lovely Christmas cards. I am feeling very much in the season, and the lack of snow and abundance of sunshine definitely puts things in an unusual-but-welcome perspective. It's wonderful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gosh, I'm rather bipolar these days too. I blame gym tiredness. Anyway, off I go. It's time for bed, and I for one am welcoming this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15695872-3980383435247890726?l=lostwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/3980383435247890726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15695872&amp;postID=3980383435247890726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/3980383435247890726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/3980383435247890726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/2009/12/adrift.html' title='Adrift'/><author><name>gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18409790445567029653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJtvHoUV0Rk/SpEM4lYooxI/AAAAAAAAAEo/UHkxiLCEGBQ/S220/IMG_2470.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15695872.post-8362094686410880705</id><published>2009-11-27T22:54:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T23:04:30.704+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>If you read this Amy...</title><content type='html'>I was wondering, since I happened across a &lt;a href="http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-zealand-and-drinking-culture.html"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt; of mine from before, and the comments that were in. Did you ever go drinking with them pommies? And you're finished aren't you?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That ends my aside. I've completed 1 week at the gym! My programme goes on for another 5 weeks before a reassessment. If I have mentioned that before, I apologise but I am rather excited about the prospect of gym.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The holidays are slow. I got all my results back though, finally... And I must say I passed this semester with flying colours (ish). 1 A-, 1 A, 2 A+'s, and an A for MEDSCI of all things. The subject that I thought I'd fail. Wow. Not questioning that. Not at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I talked to a researcher, one of the (many?) associate professors at the university. This time, as usual, I was fishing for a potential supervisor and a fourth year project that aligned with my interests. It seems I may have finally hit the jackpot, he seems to have a wealth of experiments that align quite closely to the things I am most interested in. I mean, it's not perfect but no one tends to have the exact same field of interest as you, so I'm pretty happy with today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jason, or Drake as I've come to call him (including nicknames such as Drak'ems and Drakey) so totally needs to have a birthday party. Me, Ange and Timmy want one. We demand our party. PARTY.... PARTY.... at Drake's house! Haha, but yeah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I forgot to talk to Richie about catching up with him today. Oops, there's always next week I guess. Did I mention he's the Rhode Scholar for NZ this year? Insane aye? Well, not too suprising with his grasp on issues, intellect and the perfect grade score couldn't hurt either... I'm a little jealous, but really proud too. Dunno whether I should feel proud considering I've only known him for 2 or so years, but I do anyway. Put it down to my fondness for the lad. May the sun always smile on his path.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15695872-8362094686410880705?l=lostwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/8362094686410880705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15695872&amp;postID=8362094686410880705' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/8362094686410880705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/8362094686410880705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/2009/11/if-you-read-this-amy.html' title='If you read this Amy...'/><author><name>gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18409790445567029653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJtvHoUV0Rk/SpEM4lYooxI/AAAAAAAAAEo/UHkxiLCEGBQ/S220/IMG_2470.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15695872.post-3756321225631293170</id><published>2009-11-26T22:39:00.003+13:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T22:48:50.447+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>I'm back!</title><content type='html'>To those who still follow this blog,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or if you don't follow it, this blog exists as a memory dump for me too, so it's all good if I go crazy and talk to myself, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been totally busy over the last few weeks, first with exams, then with the post-exam craziness. Went to the Law Stein, got remarkably drunk (was drinking for 12 hours straight), and had a remarkable hangover. We went down to Thames and climbed the Pinnacles, which was a tramping kinda thing up a mountain (small mount): stayed the night and had a quiet sit and talk with whisky and friends. Then the night we got back, we went for Laserstrike. That was insane. My legs were sore for 2 days after all that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I started going to the gym again last Monday. Feels pretty good, knowing that I'm hitting myself again. Now I guess I have to alter my diet slightly for the reduced alcohol and junk food consumption (I am filled with such sorrow at the loss of the former). Should be good though, I look forward to re-accessing myself in 6 weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm a little sleepy right now to be honest... I've got to get some sleep, so maybe I'll update soon, hopefully not in another month like before. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15695872-3756321225631293170?l=lostwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/3756321225631293170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15695872&amp;postID=3756321225631293170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/3756321225631293170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/3756321225631293170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back!'/><author><name>gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18409790445567029653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJtvHoUV0Rk/SpEM4lYooxI/AAAAAAAAAEo/UHkxiLCEGBQ/S220/IMG_2470.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15695872.post-5275157685243424888</id><published>2009-10-26T19:49:00.003+13:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T19:59:15.444+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Whew</title><content type='html'>It's certainly been a hectic 2 weeks or so. Getting caught up with lab reports, project work and assignments ain't fun, that's what I can tell you. I'm sure you already know this anyway.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My penultimate year at university is finished (with the exception of exams), and gosh, was it fast. Someone mentioned that they felt like they were losing track of the future. I feel the same too. Even more frightening is the knowledge that some people I know and could always rely on to distract me from the many stresses in university are going. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Part IV dinner, birthday parties, and the inevitable day of drinking, it's all become a ritual now. I certainly enjoy these little events, and now I lack something to do in the summertime this year. I may graduate late but I don't know, it's become less of an issue for me now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did I ever mention this blog called "&lt;a href="http://thesartorialist.blogspot.com"&gt;The Sartorialist&lt;/a&gt;"? If I have, I apologise for repeating myself. It's a pretty awesome blog, plus I always find the way people dress themselves inspiring. Not all of them suit my taste (read: the dudes with odd hair and really long t-shirts). Something about that just rubs me the wrong way, but hey. To each their own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I suppose I should stop procrastinating and study for real. My first exam is next Thursday, which isn't too far away now. I should probably give Richie a ring and have a mean catch-up with him. It's definitely been too long. Well, that's my update for now; and I think it'll be getting a little more sporadic since I'm getting a little busier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P/S: I injured my rotator cuff muscle (right arm) at the gym, and now it's impeding my upper body workout. My physiotherapist told me to stop doing all upper body workout (at which I gave him this incredulous look). We eventually decided to compromise and go only for machine workouts with very minimal movement, which really sucks. There goes my gains. Ah well. C'est la vie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15695872-5275157685243424888?l=lostwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/5275157685243424888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15695872&amp;postID=5275157685243424888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/5275157685243424888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/5275157685243424888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/2009/10/whew.html' title='Whew'/><author><name>gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18409790445567029653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJtvHoUV0Rk/SpEM4lYooxI/AAAAAAAAAEo/UHkxiLCEGBQ/S220/IMG_2470.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15695872.post-7499880294667239970</id><published>2009-10-02T08:19:00.003+13:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T08:25:16.939+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>It's going, just going.</title><content type='html'>I realise I've neglected this little blog here for some time, but I've been just a little too busy for my liking. Add to that the stupid lab reports and the upcoming project that's due (!!!) and you've got one very busy person on your hands.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In fact, the only reason I'm finding the time to write now is because I missed the bus, plus I'm a little hungover from the Stein last night. Only problem now is that my cough has returned with a vengeance. A horrible vengeance too, might I add. I'm hacking and coughing and nothing's coming up, which kinda sucks because all over-the-counter cough medicines have no proven effect to help these kinda coughs. Go look it up if you don't believe me. Wet coughs are less of a problem, but these dry coughs aren't going anywhere soon. Gah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That aside, I've only got a few weeks more till the exams. It doesn't feel like it was that long ago when I was sitting for 4 exams. This kinda sucks. I'm so behind in everything too...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should get going. I'll write again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15695872-7499880294667239970?l=lostwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/7499880294667239970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15695872&amp;postID=7499880294667239970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/7499880294667239970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/7499880294667239970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-going-just-going.html' title='It&apos;s going, just going.'/><author><name>gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18409790445567029653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJtvHoUV0Rk/SpEM4lYooxI/AAAAAAAAAEo/UHkxiLCEGBQ/S220/IMG_2470.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15695872.post-3573647764449711109</id><published>2009-08-23T20:55:00.004+12:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T21:17:10.327+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>AUES Ball 09</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That was one hell of an epic ball. I truly loved every moment of it, well at least every moment I could remember. The memories get really incoherent at some point. I vaguely remember the photos, but man I was drunk. Meh, so was everyone else around me anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The theme was "Land of the Rising Sun", which would obviously explain why Iain had the uhm, thing on. I can't remember what it's called, you know the stuff you wear to 'matsuri' during the summertime. Here's a picture for effect:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJtvHoUV0Rk/SpEH2jGbjvI/AAAAAAAAADQ/ZIoIaD-TBtM/s400/IMG_2484.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373084464146255602" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There were quite a lot of pictures taken that night, over 190 or so. I'm just going to add a few to this blog, but the rest are up on Facebook if you're curious. The following photos are not arranged in chronological order.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJtvHoUV0Rk/SpEH3Q_rySI/AAAAAAAAADY/T1qcicqtafo/s400/IMG_2470.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373084476465989922" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me, Timmy and Simon. I like this picture quite a lot, although there were like 3 other photos that looked like this because the camera didn't like us. It's most obviously my profile picture as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJtvHoUV0Rk/SpEH32eNMLI/AAAAAAAAADg/M6_JGG7e0JM/s400/IMG_2310.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373084486526120114" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's me and a glass of wine. I forget to mention that I switched to red wine at some point, and it got spilled over my shirt. Which is now proving really difficult to remove. Grr... I need to find some stain remover.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJtvHoUV0Rk/SpEH4uFHb-I/AAAAAAAAADo/0Te_uK2iCzA/s400/IMG_2362.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373084501453271010" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just realised Iain reminds me a little of the dude from Empire of the Sun. You know, the one that did "Walking on a Dream". Kinda random, but yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJtvHoUV0Rk/SpEH5PfJvEI/AAAAAAAAADw/c0PLhlv0Lqo/s400/IMG_2383.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373084510420843586" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me and Timmy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJtvHoUV0Rk/SpEIk9TTWhI/AAAAAAAAAD4/1n8TqmaH1ds/s400/IMG_2364.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373085261453548050" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't even remember this one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJtvHoUV0Rk/SpEIlgRA3_I/AAAAAAAAAEA/Jsu_70o8l00/s400/IMG_2487.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373085270839189490" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then it was over far too quickly. But me and Mel are going to the Med Ball this coming weekend! The party lives on!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Obviously I was hungover the next day. Everyone knows how the rest of that goes. I took a mega cat-nap from 4 till 7 as well. Pretty mean, since I'm feeling better now. Well, one more week before the mid-semester break! YEAH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15695872-3573647764449711109?l=lostwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/3573647764449711109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15695872&amp;postID=3573647764449711109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/3573647764449711109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/3573647764449711109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/2009/08/aues-ball-09.html' title='AUES Ball 09'/><author><name>gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18409790445567029653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJtvHoUV0Rk/SpEM4lYooxI/AAAAAAAAAEo/UHkxiLCEGBQ/S220/IMG_2470.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJtvHoUV0Rk/SpEH2jGbjvI/AAAAAAAAADQ/ZIoIaD-TBtM/s72-c/IMG_2484.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15695872.post-5250294703570149818</id><published>2009-08-21T08:00:00.004+12:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T08:20:05.045+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Stuff is like, exploding.</title><content type='html'>Literally. I mean, I've had pretty much no rest in between the mountain-load of assignments, lab reports, project and just trying to fit only 3 days of gym. I get so tired so quickly too, I've actually taken to having 20 minute long naps on the bus, which I'd prefer not to do.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The ball's tomorrow night!! I'm excited, because it's a destress opportunity. Who wouldn't be? Plus, I'm also going to the Med Ball next week as Malcolm's man date. Fun fun times indeed. I can't wait for that one too, since I expect there will be some interesting people to meet there too. By interesting I, of course, mean hot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a discussion with Richie a few days back, and we inferred that I'm becoming quite... I suppose arrogant would be a way to put it, except that I'm not arrogant. I just behave like I lack a lot of humility due to an overblown ego. Heh. Something like that. I still know my limits, but at the moment I don't think I can be bothered taking people seriously, so... I mean hey, I'm going clinically insane at this rate, at least it's not being expressed in horrible ways. Right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's so many 21sts this year it's not even funny. I'm going to run severely short on cash really quickly. Plus, with so many 21sts clashing on the same night, I'm being made to pick and choose, because there's just no way I can manage going to multiple. I feel it would be a little rude to show up and leave before speeches.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whatever, yeah? I've got to get going. Gym, then bloody university work. Woohoo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P/S: I have no idea if Lionel reads this, but your post with the piano video for luring girls into your trap was funny. Good luck with that yeah? =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15695872-5250294703570149818?l=lostwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/5250294703570149818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15695872&amp;postID=5250294703570149818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/5250294703570149818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/5250294703570149818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/2009/08/stuff-is-like-exploding.html' title='Stuff is like, exploding.'/><author><name>gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18409790445567029653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJtvHoUV0Rk/SpEM4lYooxI/AAAAAAAAAEo/UHkxiLCEGBQ/S220/IMG_2470.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15695872.post-4793250577761072872</id><published>2009-08-10T22:13:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T22:31:11.982+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Awesomeness</title><content type='html'>I just realised this blog has been dying on me, just a little. Thought I'd take some time off my assignments and dwell on the past few weeks. It's just been a whirlwind and all, really. I mean, the holidays, the Stein, Marcel's 21st... Assignments... And I get my project tomorrow too. It's gonna be sooooooooo busy. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Stein was pretty meh really, it was rather tame for some reason I couldn't quite put my finger on. Place was awesome, but I think people having pint glasses made it a bit more of a civilised affair (which ain't fun for a Stein), and there was something odd about the dance floors. Just kinda strange. I mean, me not drinking much that night (just 4 pints or so) might have helped, but I dunno. Strangely disappointing, and I wasn't the only one who thought so. On the other hand, I saw heaps of my former classmates from high school. Kinda surreal really. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Marcel's 21st went kinda funnily. I started out deciding I'd actually not drink, which made sense since it was BYO. Then an hour in, I decided that everyone around me was drinking and I wanted one. So across the road I went to a liquor store and bought a bottle of wine. Just one bottle too (I'm proud of myself). Which I then finished. Oh, not that quickly, mind you. I'm not an alcoholic after all =P Maybe like... an hour? I reckon that was fairly slow. There was this really drunk guy who was dancing and stuff, and he knew the whole YMCA dance. Kinda amusing. A huge amount of the songs there were like blasts from the past. Nice in a way too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But yeah, the next thing coming up is the ball, although that isn't for two weeks. Kinda looking forward to it because it would be a bit of a breather from all this work. I really want to scream, and the semester is already 1/4 of the way in. Argh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't caught up with Richie in a while... Maybe I should...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of which, I finally started going back to the gym again (during the holidays)... And I gained a little more weight (which I'm attributing to my legs, I think). I now weigh 69 kg's. Not sure that it's a significant gain for my goals, but it's progress. Although my back (cursed weakness) is getting in the way of me doing heavier deadlifts. I keep failing miserably because it becomes tough to keep it straight. Ah well, I have a while if I keep going at it. I think I should reach my body weight, upper-body wise in the next 8 weeks or so. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another thing I can hardly understand is why people think I'm out there to get all big and stuff. I'm not, really. My body type isn't really suited for this, I'm more of the lean sort. It's easier for me to get stronger than it is for me to get bigger. Provided I do this properly, size should come as a side effect anyway, and I'm not too fussed about it, so long as I don't get ridiculous. I should really watch my technique with the exercises though, I can see myself slipping with some of them (wrists not perfect, back not straight) occasionally. Not that it's too severe, since I stop myself, but it's an annoying impedance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really should be getting ready for bed. Then, a whole day of work tomorrow for me. There is no rest for the wicked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15695872-4793250577761072872?l=lostwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/4793250577761072872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15695872&amp;postID=4793250577761072872' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/4793250577761072872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/4793250577761072872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/2009/08/awesomeness.html' title='Awesomeness'/><author><name>gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18409790445567029653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJtvHoUV0Rk/SpEM4lYooxI/AAAAAAAAAEo/UHkxiLCEGBQ/S220/IMG_2470.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15695872.post-2865265810331602197</id><published>2009-07-29T21:16:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T21:28:37.910+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><title type='text'>A Quick Update</title><content type='html'>I realise I haven't actually written here for a while, but I have been pretty busy with attempting to readjust to the university schedule, which includes the pain of having to adhere to a different sleeping plan. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The semester is going quite well actually, with the exception of getting shafted with an assignment pretty much in the first week (which I still am slowly working through), and another assignment this week (which I've thankfully finished). Just managed to get a bit of breather for the moment, so I thought I'd write here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I expected, some classes that I'm required to take will always be dull and uninteresting. I recently discovered via a psychology article that we apparently are capable of convincing ourselves that something inherently boring can be thought of as interesting. I'm going to go with that and say that I will eventually find within myself some appreciation for the boring boring classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a PhD student from MIT coming over to give a mini-seminar on his work. It was pretty much his take on creating a bio-inspired mechanical device. In other words, he wants to create a robotic bird with a motor system that has similar output statistics as bird muscle. He seems pretty confident about it, so I'll take his word for it. I find his talk of arrays of permanent magnets (all highly technical for just a simple bloke like me) too confusing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As an aside, the 3rd Stein of the year is on tomorrow! I'm pretty keen, although a little apprehensive (and unsure) on what to do for the theme: Man vs Wild. I mean, yeah it's easy... but I'm reluctant to be left cold (due to the fact that it's still pretty darn chilly at night here), plus.... I lack "wild" clothing, or any safari clothing... I'm simply not sure dropping more than $50 on a whole set of clothes I will NEVER wear again would work. Meh, I'll think of something... Maybe... Or I could just find some leaves and make a hat =P. The cheap and uninspired way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm thinking I'm probably making a foolish, foolish mistake not going to the gym today... I was technically feeling a little under the weather, but... hm. I can't help but feel a little guilty. Ah well. I'll be going regularly (bar sickness) pretty much come Saturday, so I guess it's not too much to worry bout.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, break's over. Back to work, and then sleep. Later!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15695872-2865265810331602197?l=lostwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/2865265810331602197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15695872&amp;postID=2865265810331602197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/2865265810331602197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/2865265810331602197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/2009/07/quick-update.html' title='A Quick Update'/><author><name>gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18409790445567029653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJtvHoUV0Rk/SpEM4lYooxI/AAAAAAAAAEo/UHkxiLCEGBQ/S220/IMG_2470.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15695872.post-3911795621797344770</id><published>2009-07-13T09:47:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T09:52:44.059+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>So...</title><content type='html'>Yes, I know that getting upset and mad at one result was a little silly, but I don't make any apologies. It was something I needed to let out of my system lest it fester. At any rate, it was frustrating to the utmost, particularly when it seemed to be telling me I didn't study enough when I actually did study a fair amount for it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A period of rest does do wonders at dissipating my bitter resentment however. And besides, I have gym today with my trainer. There's much fun to be had all around. Joyous indeed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I only have exactly one week of holidays left. It kinda sucks, I have so many things left to do: which mainly revolve around catching up with more of my mates, but still. Too little time! Plus, I still haven't had the time to go and see Bruno. Although I'm not quite sure if I want to. Ah well, I'll talk to Richie and see if he's keen. Anyway, I want closure from my results, so I'm going to request to have a copy of my exam scripts. See ya!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15695872-3911795621797344770?l=lostwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/3911795621797344770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15695872&amp;postID=3911795621797344770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/3911795621797344770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/3911795621797344770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/2009/07/so.html' title='So...'/><author><name>gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18409790445567029653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJtvHoUV0Rk/SpEM4lYooxI/AAAAAAAAAEo/UHkxiLCEGBQ/S220/IMG_2470.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15695872.post-5337729121688471236</id><published>2009-07-12T22:09:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T22:11:35.899+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><title type='text'>Ragequit</title><content type='html'>Fucking rage. I got my MEDSCI 205 mark back just today... WTF with a C+?! I sure as hell didn't see that one coming. The minimum mark I expected for myself was a B. I'm gonna get to the bottom of this. If they say I fucked up my essays and gave me sufficient reason, fine. Otherwise, they better have a fucking good reason, because I sure as hell am NOT a happy chappy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15695872-5337729121688471236?l=lostwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/5337729121688471236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15695872&amp;postID=5337729121688471236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/5337729121688471236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/5337729121688471236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/2009/07/ragequit.html' title='Ragequit'/><author><name>gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18409790445567029653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJtvHoUV0Rk/SpEM4lYooxI/AAAAAAAAAEo/UHkxiLCEGBQ/S220/IMG_2470.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15695872.post-5490043116221614254</id><published>2009-07-09T11:43:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T11:55:49.349+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, I know I haven't been writing in a while, but I've been busy. Honest! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've got two of my exam results back today... Let's just say Math sucked. I kinda predicted it, and I mean I kinda knew deep down before I took it that it might be a little risky taking the 4th year paper ahead of myself. Then exams came round and I was hard pressed to complete studying for it. I got a B- in the end. Yeah, I'm pretty gutted. Looking on the bright side though, at least it wasn't a C or something worse. Although, still pretty gutting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bio was a bit of a better situation, I got A; but not the A+ I was hoping for. Ah well. A's good enough I guess, considering that all the other biomedical engineers only had 4 days (like me) to study for it, I think I did pretty well. Still waiting on the other two subjects though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to the gym for the first time in yonks on Monday, and again on Wednesday, because I'm such a sucker for pain and punishment. Monday was... fun... Let's just say that my trainer made me throw up water. At least it was 90 minutes after my meal, so most of that was gone. I'm still feeling the effects of Monday today... My chest and lats are sore as anything. Can't stretch my right side fully without feeling twinges in my chest. Ouch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I kinda got bored yesterday, so I picked up a calligraphy pen and started practising. I'm getting better, but I'm still having trouble forming certain strokes. I think I have a natural tendency to curve the pen when drawing straight lines (with little hooks or sweeps at the end), so it distorts it. Not too bad though, just not too great either. Ah well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bought a Bill Granger cookbook. Not because I know who he is, but the cookbook did seem interesting, so I bought it. I suppose I'll try some of the recipes out and let you know if I find something nice, eh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, enough lazing around. I'm going to try see if this chest of mine is injured or just sore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15695872-5490043116221614254?l=lostwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/5490043116221614254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15695872&amp;postID=5490043116221614254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/5490043116221614254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/5490043116221614254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-i-know-i-havent-been-writing-in.html' title=''/><author><name>gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18409790445567029653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJtvHoUV0Rk/SpEM4lYooxI/AAAAAAAAAEo/UHkxiLCEGBQ/S220/IMG_2470.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15695872.post-8649509881945455339</id><published>2009-06-30T18:04:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T18:13:35.393+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>FREEDOM!</title><content type='html'>I've finally finished my exams. They went alright, I guess. Math was probably the worst one though, since I had the least time to prepare. I think I went alright for Bio and Physiology, I made up crap when I couldn't think of stuff, but it wasn't too bad so I think I'll get away with an B+ or A- for Physiology. Continuum went really well. Better than I expected. Although Math... let's just say it was akin to getting caught with pants down. Out of the 6 questions given (of which you have to choose 5), I could only do 4. To make matters worse, I can't be certain that I was absolutely correct for those questions. I got the nagging feeling that I introduced horrible horrible errors. I'd be lucky to get away with a B+ for that one I think. Disappointing, but 'tis the sad reality of it all.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But as with all post exam events, I went drinking. At Ange's with the rest of them. And goddamn, I got really drunk. I was there from 7 to 11-ish, and by 9 I was through about 2 bottles of wine already. Go figure, I woke up at 5am drunk. I suppose the benefit of that was just that I managed to get some painkillers, sugar, salt, minerals and heaps of water into my system before I woke up at 8:30. That actually alleviated the symptoms of my hangover, to the extent that I was feeling kinda good, although tired and slightly jetlagged by the time we met up at 11 to see Transformers 2. Fun times, that movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*SPOILERS FOLLOW* - not that it matters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a terrible movie to watch, but CG effects were like OMG. I particularly laughed at various cliches scattered through the film. And I especially laughed at Shia LaBeouf dying and going to heaven where God are the Primes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I'm glad I got the drinking bit out of my system. I had been wanting to get really drunk for some time now. Stress relief and all. Although I might have drunk a little too much, but meh. I'll live. And now time to enjoy the holidays!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15695872-8649509881945455339?l=lostwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/8649509881945455339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15695872&amp;postID=8649509881945455339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/8649509881945455339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/8649509881945455339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/2009/06/freedom.html' title='FREEDOM!'/><author><name>gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18409790445567029653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJtvHoUV0Rk/SpEM4lYooxI/AAAAAAAAAEo/UHkxiLCEGBQ/S220/IMG_2470.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15695872.post-6487718035907444817</id><published>2009-06-16T21:20:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T21:25:18.401+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>I st-st-stuttered when...</title><content type='html'>Yes, it's not something I'm particularly happy with but I have "See You Again" stuck in my head. Yes, it's that Miley Cyrus song. Oh my god. Make it stop! Ever since someone played it at Kane's wine and cheese, I've been hearing it when I stop thinking for a while. ARGH!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That aside, studying's going horribly. I'm sick of learning stuff from Physiology. Also commented to a lecturer (with the ability to add input in Biomedical Engineering staff meetings) that it seemed slightly like a irrelevant subject, and he didn't quite agree but he did mention that the issue had been raised among a staff meeting. Hmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should stop procrastinating again. But yes, it's stuck in my head!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"The last time we hang out, I will redeem myself&lt;br /&gt;My heart won't rest till then..." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ARGH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15695872-6487718035907444817?l=lostwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/6487718035907444817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15695872&amp;postID=6487718035907444817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/6487718035907444817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/6487718035907444817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-st-st-stuttered-when.html' title='I st-st-stuttered when...'/><author><name>gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18409790445567029653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJtvHoUV0Rk/SpEM4lYooxI/AAAAAAAAAEo/UHkxiLCEGBQ/S220/IMG_2470.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15695872.post-1783541920771632625</id><published>2009-06-13T16:31:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T16:34:30.132+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Just a little something</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've managed to procrastinate some more. This one is slightly productive though... I finally figured out image masks on Photoshop. Hehe, I know it's not hard, but I just never got around to it. So here's one of my attempts:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJtvHoUV0Rk/SjMsNCvHXJI/AAAAAAAAACg/dOhcyyIetz8/s400/IMG_0043.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346665785203317906" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pretty huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15695872-1783541920771632625?l=lostwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/1783541920771632625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15695872&amp;postID=1783541920771632625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/1783541920771632625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/1783541920771632625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-little-something.html' title='Just a little something'/><author><name>gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18409790445567029653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJtvHoUV0Rk/SpEM4lYooxI/AAAAAAAAAEo/UHkxiLCEGBQ/S220/IMG_2470.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJtvHoUV0Rk/SjMsNCvHXJI/AAAAAAAAACg/dOhcyyIetz8/s72-c/IMG_0043.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15695872.post-4534249080611279918</id><published>2009-06-06T11:47:00.003+12:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T11:55:21.979+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><title type='text'>Study Break.</title><content type='html'>It's begun. My first exam starts in 2 weeks, giving me ample time to prepare. Unfortunately, I would need to prepare for all 4 of them, so it's not really that advantageous either. Last day of semester was as usual, fun. I bumped into Richie randomly again, and we had our mini-catchups. Then there was the EngSci barbecue! Hurrah! You know that free beer and sausages are always great.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On another note entirely, I somewhat filled that gap in my memory from last Friday. Suffice to say, I don't want to bring it up. It's rather embarassing, but I'm sure it's happened to some of us before too. =X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My camera still hasn't come in yet. WTF! I'm annoyed as hell, especially since I told them that I wanted it by Friday. It's now Saturday. Seriously, its like they're just out to get me and ruin some of my plans. It'd be great to have photographic evidence of mayhem courtesy of Iain Dunning. After all, it is his 21st tonight. Gah. Whatever. Idiots all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I'll be a little productive today and get some work done. Later!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P/S: I found a recipe by Nigella Lawson which takes 24 hours to cook. Something like a slow roast pork shoulder. Sounds amazing though, and I'll have to say, I'm sorely tempted to try it out. Except that it serves 12, and there's no way I would be able to eat that. Well, even my family would be hard pressed. I suppose I could try it and serve it for lunch and dinner, yeah? If someone else is keen to try it out, lemme know how that goes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15695872-4534249080611279918?l=lostwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/4534249080611279918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15695872&amp;postID=4534249080611279918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/4534249080611279918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/4534249080611279918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/2009/06/study-break.html' title='Study Break.'/><author><name>gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18409790445567029653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJtvHoUV0Rk/SpEM4lYooxI/AAAAAAAAAEo/UHkxiLCEGBQ/S220/IMG_2470.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15695872.post-5119825011115264038</id><published>2009-05-30T17:05:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T17:11:53.829+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Bad Idea</title><content type='html'>I'm not quite sure what possessed me to drink that much, but yeah, last night was not the smartest move I made. At least I got home alright, but I have no idea what happened towards the end of that night. Plus, I know I managed to rack up expenses of $200. Oh no. Only $30 of it went to food as well, so wtf?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was at Shadz for quite a long time, 3-7ish, and had quite a few long island teas to begin with. That slowly progressed with me going to dinner at The Java Room. Nice food by the way, but I do believe I was drunk at dinner as well. Then we went to Deschlers' and then finally to the Flight Lounge. Hell, I don't even know why/when I left, but my fractured memories seem to be telling me that I just left like that and climbed into a cab. Not even sure if I said goodbye to the people I was with either. Weird. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, plus I really don't remember how the cab got me home. I'm pretty sure I fell asleep. Whatever. Yeah, spent most of today just sleeping. Sleeping and sleeping. Damn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15695872-5119825011115264038?l=lostwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/5119825011115264038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15695872&amp;postID=5119825011115264038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/5119825011115264038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/5119825011115264038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/2009/05/bad-idea.html' title='Bad Idea'/><author><name>gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18409790445567029653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJtvHoUV0Rk/SpEM4lYooxI/AAAAAAAAAEo/UHkxiLCEGBQ/S220/IMG_2470.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15695872.post-3379353959542249597</id><published>2009-05-23T09:58:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T10:14:20.659+12:00</updated><title type='text'>It's sunny again?</title><content type='html'>Seriously, this Auckland winter is confusing me now. Instead of it being cold, cold and even more cold, today is actually hot enough for me to walk around in shorts and just a t-shirt. Well, it's 8 degrees outside, but the sun is more than hot enough. Bizzarre.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kat's 20th was yesterday at Chapel. It was what I expected it to be, so I must say I'm rather pleased although, come to think of it, I didn't have any cake. That was odd. I didn't think I'd forget to eat cake. Then again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday finished for me at 3 in the afternoon, since I decided to skip some lectures and go to Shadows with Timmy, Anthony, Iain, Ange, and uhh. I forgot who else. All I remember was having a real damn good time there until like 6:30 when I decided I had to leave and get over to Ponsonby. I somehow managed to secure a ride there with Willow which saved me the trouble of like getting the bus there, since I was not really going to be good with directions about then. I even managed to tackle James (there are seriously too many of them) as he walked past me then. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It should be rather obvious that I just kept myself pretty alcohol-fueled throughout the night. I recall a Manhattan and several martinis. I even extolled the virtues of a martini to this dude, uhmm.... I think he was Nick at the party. At any rate, I vaguely remember these names anyway. A Chloe somewhere, some Megan, uhm... damn. I forgot. Maybe some Bridget somewhere, but seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At some point later, Alastair somehow sampled a hug from Rupert. Then I wanted one too, so I sampled one too, much to Nora's amusement. And I can conclude that he is a very good hugger. Better than Alastair in fact. Nora seemed to say something then about Rupert getting more hugs from guys than the opposite sex. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got pretty tired soon though. It must be age catching up with me finally =( Went for drinks at Cartel with Jack, Kirsty, Rupert and Nora, and I had another martini. Needless to say, this sparked yet another conversation about martinis. Nora's a bartender, so I suppose that'd make sense. I normally do have my martinis with more vermouth than what people expect, like about a bottle-capful of vermouth or so. It becomes a whole lot more drinkable though. Also, adding much more vermouth turns the whole thing very very drinkable, although it becomes really hard to taste the gin then, so... Yeah, Nora and Rupert were both rather suprised at how easy it was to drink this, and the gin was superb too. I've never had a Martin Millers before, but now I'm a fan. It goes there along with Tanqueray No. 10,  and South.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, should get on to all that assignments. Until then!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15695872-3379353959542249597?l=lostwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/3379353959542249597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15695872&amp;postID=3379353959542249597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/3379353959542249597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/3379353959542249597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-sunny-again.html' title='It&apos;s sunny again?'/><author><name>gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18409790445567029653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJtvHoUV0Rk/SpEM4lYooxI/AAAAAAAAAEo/UHkxiLCEGBQ/S220/IMG_2470.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15695872.post-6359335072470731176</id><published>2009-05-19T22:14:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T22:24:28.567+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Impending Storm</title><content type='html'>The exams are coming, and I am sure as hell not ready. Oh yeah, the bake-off between EngSci and BME (for the 3rd years) was last Friday. Obviously, EngSci won. Ah well.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But yeah, I'm just not ready for these exams. I look back on what I've "learnt" throughout the semester, and my brain gets mindfucked. Honestly. I don't even know what I learnt. Cool huh? Still gotta finish my lab report too, plus those idiotic assignments that just got piled on me last week. Not too bad though, when I think about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Iain's 21st is coming up real soon, and Timmy's been recruiting people to chip in so we can get Iain a nice gold ring with an EngSci crest on it. I suspect this will be happening to all EngSci's in our year eventually. Maybe. Kinda cool though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm finally not sick, after those two weeks of being sick intermittently due to the fucking weather. I swear, that had got to be the most annoying thing: everytime the weather got warmer/colder (which was, incidentally, a lot) too rapidly, I got sick. I even had to stop going to the gym. And now I've completely broken out of that rhythm, so I need to get back in... Sigh. But the exams are coming up, and I'm reluctant to start even though I want to and should. I'm kinda hopeless like this, huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know that feeling when you kinda get over someone, but then it feels like it's starting all over again with that said person? I'm getting that feeling, and it's... not fun. Bugger it all. I'm going to bed. Plus, Kat's birthday dinner this Friday... Gonna get drunk and go clubbing! Yeah! Fun times to be had, once I finish all my workload for this week, of course. Night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15695872-6359335072470731176?l=lostwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/6359335072470731176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15695872&amp;postID=6359335072470731176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/6359335072470731176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/6359335072470731176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/2009/05/impending-storm.html' title='Impending Storm'/><author><name>gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18409790445567029653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJtvHoUV0Rk/SpEM4lYooxI/AAAAAAAAAEo/UHkxiLCEGBQ/S220/IMG_2470.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15695872.post-1731772505347169184</id><published>2009-05-09T17:59:00.003+12:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T18:07:36.628+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>I Baked a Cake...</title><content type='html'>...but my mother dropped it before it was finished. There goes the cake, I guess. Damn. I don't even know if it worked or not. Ah well, it was a lemon lime sugar cake, so could've been good.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went over to Timmy's yesterday, since he and Anthony were baking their cake for the bake-off. Some very alcoholic variant of a Mississippi mudcake. They added too much baking powder to the mix though, so it ended up too dry. Plus, Timmy got too impatient and cut it prematurely before it had finished cooling, so it split into many larger pieces. Well. Sorta. It was really funny to see anyway. And when he finished slathering on the cream, the cake kinda slid on the cream and out, making it look like a landslide. And oh god, the icing was so alcoholic. You could practically taste the rum in it. They even planned to coat it in Bacardi 151 so they could set it on fire. With the alcohol present in the icing, the cake might have been on fire for quite a long time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We grabbed dinner (pizza) from Domino's. Anyway, over there, this guy came in with his 5-year-old son (looked about). The kid was soooo adorable! Like, the kind you'd just spoil because he was so cute! Awww. I know I'm gushing, but he was such an adorable kid. You just wait till you see a kid like him, then you'll know what I mean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A little gutted about the "cake", but ah well. Making shortbread cookies tomorrow, so that should be harder for her to screw up. Hopefully. My fingers smell like citrus, but I don't have any cake to show for it =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15695872-1731772505347169184?l=lostwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/1731772505347169184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15695872&amp;postID=1731772505347169184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/1731772505347169184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/1731772505347169184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-baked-cake.html' title='I Baked a Cake...'/><author><name>gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18409790445567029653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJtvHoUV0Rk/SpEM4lYooxI/AAAAAAAAAEo/UHkxiLCEGBQ/S220/IMG_2470.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15695872.post-7242344054217814853</id><published>2009-05-06T20:48:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T21:07:30.966+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><title type='text'>Kegs '09</title><content type='html'>Boy am I tired. Went to Kegs today (you know, Kegs in the Park). It's that Engineering event where they get kegs and kegs and kegs of Tui beer, and the whole bloody thing starts at 10:00 AM. Yes, we drink at 10. It's awesome. T-shirt this year was great as well. It's a bit of a cheeky take on WALL-E on two fronts. The first front is more innocent, TU-E (you know, same pronunciation is Tui!). The second is slightly more subtle. Upon initial observation, it seems that WALL-E is happy plainly because he's having beer. Look closer, and you'll find that Eva is in a compromising position (about crotch level). I'll leave you to draw your conclusions. Maybe I'll post a picture up if and when I get my camera back.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah, I managed to avoid getting tigered. Tiger-ing is essentially simple: there are two plastic toy tigers somewhere in someone's hands, like tag. If you get tigered, you get treated to the song that goes:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Hail to brother/sister (insert name), brother/sister (insert name), brother/sister (insert name)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hail to brother/sister (insert name) who's with us today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We love him/her, we hate him/her, we love to masturbate him/her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hail to brother/sister (insert name) who's with us today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So drink motherfucker, drink motherfucker, drink motherfucker, drink motherfucker, drink (repeat last line until vessel is downed)"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Essentially, you have to down your vessel at the appropriate time. Obviously. Screw up, and you'll get treated to chants of "Finish it", and if you spill or give up, you get a "You fucked up!" chant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't think at my current disposition towards beer today that I could handle being tigered, so I stayed far far away from it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some people thought it would be funny to egg us and toss cold water on us. That all missed me, but some others weren't so lucky. Egg stinks. Apparently it was some Civil engineers from 3rd year, because they were jealous since they had a test that day. Don't see the point in being petty though. Meh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pub crawl began at noon. Let's omit most details since they're roughly the same. One bit that stood out though was me having lunch at one of the pubs (lamb shanks). Annoyingly though, this random dude whom none of us knew came up and suddenly started digging his fingers through my mash potatoes. I mean, what the fuck?! My mates were picking at my food, but they are MY mates, and I know them. I don't even know who that fucking dude is! So yeah, I naturally lost my appetite, and also got a trifle pissed at him. Some Commerce dude who decided to tag along to Kegs though. Meh. Idiot. Apparently he was being real creepy as well to Ange, like hitting on her and stuff. Last I looked, he was randomly touching girls as he walked by. And also being a general douche to people he didn't know. Like once when I was dancing along with Timmy, he kinda came up behind me and just started humping. Or something. Purely creepy. I shudder to think of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, it was a great time I had, although I started to get real tired around 5. We ended at roughly 6 (not that it was technically over), and me, Timmy and Damjan went for pizza at this pretty cool place nearby. Will I do this again? Of course! Even considering that I don't like beer too much, sure! I downed my fair share, not as much as some I could see, but hey, I had a 1L vessel, so buzz off. I filled it up quite a few times too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really need to have a sleep now. SOOOOOO tired. Night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P/S: Met Rachel (I think) again, the chick who like took my camera during Round the Bays and started taking pictures with it. You know, if you look at facebook and start seeing all these close up shots of people playing rugby (I think league, doubt it was touch), that was her. Her picture's somewhere there too. Yep. And yeah. Anyway, nights!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15695872-7242344054217814853?l=lostwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/7242344054217814853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15695872&amp;postID=7242344054217814853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/7242344054217814853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/7242344054217814853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/2009/05/kegs-09.html' title='Kegs &apos;09'/><author><name>gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18409790445567029653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJtvHoUV0Rk/SpEM4lYooxI/AAAAAAAAAEo/UHkxiLCEGBQ/S220/IMG_2470.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15695872.post-3682210139065078432</id><published>2009-05-01T19:24:00.003+12:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T19:47:17.006+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Stein #2: Slumber Party</title><content type='html'>Last night, I went to Stein 2. I'm sure this comes as no great shock to anyone. I had to buy a friggin' dressing gown because Ange threatened to disown me if I didn't show up in theme. Yeah, I sleep commando so I don't have any nightwear =(&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyway, I went nightwear shopping in the Warehouse with Chris. Chris wanted to like wear girl's nightwear, plainly because he thought it'd be funny. And truth be told, it was funny as hell. He got a white dressing gown with pink hearts, and this pair of pink pyjama's meant for 14 year old girls. And to top it off, pink furry boot-slippers with those furry balls on the end. Epic. Seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We even had pre-drinks at Ange's flat, mainly because they jacked the price of Tui's at the Stein from $1 a can to $2. I know, OMG, shock horror. Well, in all honesty, pre-drinks meant I could buy better beer at the same price. Kieran eventually came along just as we formed a walking bus to the Stein, and he wore an uhm... outfit which I would say was interesting. It was some weird French maid thing with huge fake boobs at the front. One of the funniest sights I had ever seen though, so yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Carlton, which was the venue this time, wasn't too bad at all. They had two levels, and so different music on either level, and the music this time wasn't as bad as Stein 1. They played Killing in The Name Of!!! And "I'm On a Boat!" Ahh, what fun times. Not saying they didn't have the more conventional dance-ish music either, but the music was a definite improvement (as in it was more like the usual Steins). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know what else made this one rather sweet? More 3rd year BME's!! We had Chris, Nick, Scott, Ming, Tessa and me (I know it's grammatically incorrect, shhh)! That's far more than we had last year (me and Tessa) for them biomedical engineers. I expect there were some 2nd years too, but we hardly know them, so...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And damn, was I dangerously drunk at the start of the night. I somehow managed to dodge a bullet there, given how many beers and Quick Fucks I was having. I managed to slow down just in time though, so it was all good =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I danced and danced and danced. And talked and talked and talked. And sang and yelled. So of course I had fun! On hindsight, I also noticed at Ange's flat, I was almost the token Asian. Well, token male Asian anyway. The Civil's had their token Asian who was female. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Started drinking Red Bull Vodka's towards the end of the night. It was kinda amusing, because I remember becoming immensely giggly when I was having 'em. Like I was channeling Ange or something. Oh dear god. You see, Timmy came up to me and pretty much stole my drink. He even tried to finish drinking it before I grabbed it back. Then started giggling. He bought me another one though, which was pretty sweet. He claims he's too generous with me or something. I just think I deserve 'em anyway =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, pretty sleepy now. Skipped like 3/4's of my classes today. Oh yeah! Today was Drake Day. One of our classmates, Jason (last name Drake) dresses constantly in tan/black pants, white t-shirt, and black hoodie and shoes. So me and Iain organised a Drake Day where we do an "Interpretive Drake" of sorts. Did I also mention Drake has very weird wavy hair? It forms crests and according to Iain, is impossible to recreate. He did try today, afterall. 11 of us turned up in our Drake gear today. It was another epic day. We might do it again next year, on the first Friday of May. Timmy seemed to be the closest in a realistic emulation of Drake. Ange told me when I saw her today: "Timmy looks soooooo (yup, emphasis on so included) much like Drake!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah, where was I? Oh yeah, sleepy. And I have to finish my MEDSCI lab report =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sleep first though. I think. Night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15695872-3682210139065078432?l=lostwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/3682210139065078432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15695872&amp;postID=3682210139065078432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/3682210139065078432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/3682210139065078432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/2009/05/stein-2-slumber-party.html' title='Stein #2: Slumber Party'/><author><name>gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18409790445567029653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJtvHoUV0Rk/SpEM4lYooxI/AAAAAAAAAEo/UHkxiLCEGBQ/S220/IMG_2470.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15695872.post-6959630826983523146</id><published>2009-04-28T17:18:00.003+12:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T17:30:32.405+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>The Revue: Part 2</title><content type='html'>Alright, I forgot to write this yesterday, but there isn't much left to say.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, while there were high moments in the revue, there were quite a few low points. Unfortunately, we somehow acquired a lot of dancers, and to accomodate them, guess what? We had lots of dances. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not that dances are a bad thing, but I felt like it was kinda discontinuous with the whole concept of the revue's theme this year. Plus, they had dances to Beyonce's Halo (which I thoroughly despise, because I never liked the song anyway), and the dancers weren't good, choreography wasn't superb, and mainly choreography wasn't superb. And the dancers weren't good. Have I made my point clear? I thought so. Repeated use of the strobe light isn't a good thing, especially when it was already present in the previous dance, especially when it feels like it was deliberately there to cover up the lack of skill by the dancers. Ok, I'm probably being mean. They weren't all that bad. Mainly repetitive. I also blame the choreographer for lack of originality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There were still high points in the dances though. One was a Bollywood dance, which wasn't choreographed by aforementioned choreographer. It was probably of the best dance routines for the revue too, which just goes to suggest something... Yes... Another brilliant idea was male ballet dancers in those ballet tutu's. Yup, MALE engineers in ballet tutu's. Now that was absolutely comical. I laughed heaps for that one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, after the whole revue thing was over, we went over to the Muddy Farmer (some Irish pub) for the afterparty. Personally, I didn't think it was a great party, but hey, it was good to chill, drink and chat. Just not, you know, the typical party thing people expect. I got real sleepy at 2 am, but I stayed to well, make sure Iain was fine, just in case. He was drinking heaps that night anyway, and me none since I had that horrible sore throat. Timmy stayed too, which was kinda nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We ended up only leaving the pub at like 4 in the morning. I think. Didn't look at the time by then, and we went to McDonald's, because it's like the only place open then. Remembering my previous (2) experiences there this year (and only 2 out of the previous 3 years too... wow), I decided that my earlier resolve to avoid McDonald's was well justified. So, I just sat there whilst the others decided to get something. Eventually at 5, we all kinda left. Damn, I was sleepy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did I enjoy myself? Of course. Like I said, $12 well spent. I wasn't a big fan of the venue, but I guess it made it cheaper. I might even involve myself next year, since I actually have time for it then. Didn't even have any time for rest around revue sign-ups and practice this year, so I suppose it was a good thing I didn't sign up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stein on Thursday, and Kegs next Wednesday. Fun, fun, fun. If only this bothersome cough would go away before Thursday...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15695872-6959630826983523146?l=lostwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/6959630826983523146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15695872&amp;postID=6959630826983523146' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/6959630826983523146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/6959630826983523146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/2009/04/revue-part-2.html' title='The Revue: Part 2'/><author><name>gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18409790445567029653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJtvHoUV0Rk/SpEM4lYooxI/AAAAAAAAAEo/UHkxiLCEGBQ/S220/IMG_2470.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15695872.post-2531074679017332409</id><published>2009-04-26T20:23:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T20:49:06.589+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>The Revue (Part 1)</title><content type='html'>Alright, I decided to split this post in two mainly because I'm sleepy. I only got back this morning at 5-ish, and I woke up at about 9... So... I might head back to sleep pretty soon.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Revue was great fun. I definitely didn't regret it, although I thought some bits could have been revised better, obviously. In case you aren't aware of what the revue is, the Engineering Revue is essentially an engineering-associated performance. It contains skits (and also attempts at comedic mockery of stereotypes within university), and includes healthy bashing of medical and law students. It's only fair since they started it first too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But yes, the revue this time is (loosely) based on a contest held to find the best engineer within the faculty. The show is also intertwined with random song and dance routines and skits made to seem like ad's. In all honesty, it felt like watching tv sometimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They were definitely memorable moments in the revue. The re-created songs were good, like the rendition of Jason Mraz's "I'm Yours". That was rewritten to add the engineering twist, like lines like... "But I won't integrate no more, no more... It's getting late, I'm bored". It was particularly good because the singer was actually not half bad himself, and the modified lyrics didn't cramp the flow of the song at all. Other notable songs included the modification of MetroStation's "Shake That" to a rather crass song about a doctor taking advantage of a patient called "Take That". You know, that song suprisingly didn't need much modification, considering that the lyrics were dirty enough on their own. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Skits were good too, on the whole. Some require you to know a little bit about places within the university, such as Munchy Mart, the little grocery (?) store within the campus which has an annoying Indian guy who points out the next opening in the cashiers as if you were blind, and also causing more trouble and hold up with the queue than anything else. Also, the dig on the AUTU (Auckland University of Technology University). I shit you not, that's what they're called. It used to be called AUT, but then they tacked on another U to make it sound better. The digs obviously include them adding more and more U's. Like UATUATUUUUUUU. And also other digs such as the fact that they fail as a university. Hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, that's all I'll say for now. I'm like, super sleepy already. Night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15695872-2531074679017332409?l=lostwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/2531074679017332409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15695872&amp;postID=2531074679017332409' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/2531074679017332409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/2531074679017332409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/2009/04/revue-part-1.html' title='The Revue (Part 1)'/><author><name>gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18409790445567029653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJtvHoUV0Rk/SpEM4lYooxI/AAAAAAAAAEo/UHkxiLCEGBQ/S220/IMG_2470.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15695872.post-545158027024387039</id><published>2009-04-23T18:13:00.003+12:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T21:23:45.270+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><title type='text'>SOOOO Excited...</title><content type='html'>Yeah! Tests are overrrr, assignments are (for now) overrrr... And the revue is this Saturday! (So is the after party) And, and, and, Stein next Thursday, so the drinking begins just in time! And Kegs the week after, so even more drinking. This is looking good for the moment...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P/S: I know I sound like a raging alcoholic right now, but I do need some release after that goddamned awful stressful "holiday" (from hell) and the tests and assignments this week. In fact, I demand it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P/P/S: (Like 3 hours later or so...) I just found out where all these restaurants and bars in Auckland source their glassware, barware, kitchenware, knives, etc etc etc from! Yay for me! And it's cheap too! I should buy some cocktail glasses, a bar spoon, a Boston shaker, a muddler, and a hawthorn strainer! Mmm, martini...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15695872-545158027024387039?l=lostwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/545158027024387039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15695872&amp;postID=545158027024387039' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/545158027024387039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/545158027024387039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/2009/04/soooo-excited.html' title='SOOOO Excited...'/><author><name>gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18409790445567029653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJtvHoUV0Rk/SpEM4lYooxI/AAAAAAAAAEo/UHkxiLCEGBQ/S220/IMG_2470.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15695872.post-5593761333979496833</id><published>2009-04-18T16:21:00.006+12:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T16:45:51.405+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>New Zealand and the Drinking Culture</title><content type='html'>After the reply Amy left me on her blog, I thought I'll address this as well as make an update on the proceedings in my life. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, Amy, I am drinking a lot. There isn't anything else to do in New Zealand though. Seriously. When you go out to town, you drink. When you are free in University, you go to Shadows, the student pub (in Auckland anyway). When you go camping, you drink. I can't explain it too well, but New Zealand has a long established culture of drinking. This is exacerbated when you're: A) a university student; B) an Engineering student (although I'm sure this will provoke comments/blog posts from others telling me that it's not the case). In any case, I will limit these claims to only New Zealand. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But all that drinking aside, yes I did go out drinking last night. As well as clubbing, but I was drinking first. I went to Deschlers, the rock bar which has become my usual hangout of late. I just like sitting there and having a few quiet (as in I don't speak, because it's actually really loud with all the rock music) drinks. Plus, they make awesome drinks, in particular the gin martini I so favour. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I then met up with Willow and her crew, that being Daniel, her boyfriend (obviously), some of her friends, Paul, Ashein, Keri and Kim (they hang out in a group called the Tea Party, don't ask me why), and some of her other friends whose names I cannot remember. Yes, I'm bad with names. Yes, I'm worse after a few drinks. Irrelevant, though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyway, we all make it into the Flight Lounge, despite the huge faux pas on Ashein's part (by wearing running sneakers). Yes, we all got in because of the huge buffer of girls, and also because there were not many people there yet. Then I accidentally spilt some guy's drink. That didn't really matter, since I bought him another. But then it turns out he had the same PIN as I did, so he bought me a drink. Cool huh? I like these little random things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll probably mention this now, but I personally don't know how to dance (as in I can't shuffle, etc). You know, I can move and whatever, so it depends on what people perceive as dance. But yes, I can't/don't dance. Anyway. Despite this, or perhaps because of this, when I do "dance", I'm not discriminatory of any particular way of dancing. Often I enjoy reciprocating my dance partner's moves back on themselves. And I get very dirty when dancing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So. Yes, I dirty danced with some of Willow's friends, because she didn't want to dirty dance (neither did Tea Party group). I think I got summarily judged by the Tea Party group of friends after that, but meh. Screw them. I was already on my alcoholic high besides. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another thing about me is when I dance, I dance with anyone. Anyone. So long as they aren't creepy. So this random dude (I don't know what is it with random dudes dancing with me, eg: Luke at Arnold's party) comes up and starts dancing with me. So I dance with him for a bit too. It might have gotten a little dirty. I think. It's kinda hazy anyway. But I got judged again by "Tea Party" group.  Bugger. Oh no, my world's going to implode *rolls eyes*.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry, I don't think I ever really explained my irritation with that group. Simply put, they're rather judgemental, and as gossipy as the rumour mills from high school. As well as conservative. You can draw your own conclusions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Night kinda ended sometime at 3am I think. I get this feeling that the Lady Gaga song, "Just Dance" is starting to embody me quite well. Particularly the bits about dancing, having a bit too much, and forgetting the name of the club. Hehe. Quite an early night too, and I have no hangover! Yay! The damage wasn't too bad either... Spent about $100 in drinks just on myself, which I reckon was alright. But I'm quite tired... And I haven't finished studying for those tests yet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My holidays aside from that were horrible. Boring, dreary and dull. I had 4 assignments to complete, and 2 tests to study for (both of which I haven't actually finished studying for). I still have one more assignment to complete too (by Thursday). Should be good though. So what's everyone's plans for the weekend? I'm just going to study =\&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And back to hitting the books. Ciao.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15695872-5593761333979496833?l=lostwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/5593761333979496833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15695872&amp;postID=5593761333979496833' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/5593761333979496833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/5593761333979496833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-zealand-and-drinking-culture.html' title='New Zealand and the Drinking Culture'/><author><name>gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18409790445567029653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJtvHoUV0Rk/SpEM4lYooxI/AAAAAAAAAEo/UHkxiLCEGBQ/S220/IMG_2470.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15695872.post-8580606918388158127</id><published>2009-04-08T09:46:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T09:54:26.331+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>When Holidays are not quite... Holidays</title><content type='html'>So yeah, this was long overdue for an update. Sadly, there's not much going in this life of mine. I'd normally have been busy to the days going out with mates, chillin', drinking, you know the drill, if it weren't for the huge overload of assignments and neccessary test preparations that got dropped onto my lap. 4 assignments (1 of which is a lab report, I guess), and 2 tests to prepare for, all of which collide on the first week back!!! My holidays as we know it, over!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not to say that I haven't got anything planned per se. I'm going out for dinner a few more times throughout the hols, but I don't think I've got any big night outs planned. Not quite sure what to do with the Easter holidays either. I suppose it depends on whether I finish enough work such that I feel entitled to a little break, I suppose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, off to gym, then back to work. This isn't any fun at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15695872-8580606918388158127?l=lostwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/8580606918388158127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15695872&amp;postID=8580606918388158127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/8580606918388158127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/8580606918388158127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/2009/04/when-holidays-are-not-quite-holidays.html' title='When Holidays are not quite... Holidays'/><author><name>gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18409790445567029653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJtvHoUV0Rk/SpEM4lYooxI/AAAAAAAAAEo/UHkxiLCEGBQ/S220/IMG_2470.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15695872.post-5358427991184634248</id><published>2009-03-30T18:10:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T18:19:04.251+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Just hanging on...</title><content type='html'>It's been a busy week. Especially the weekend, with it being Tessa's birthday, and her party the subsequent night. But hey, I survived, even if I was rather hungover on Sunday. Timmy and I polished off roughly about 750ml of scotch as well as the remaining two-thirds of the cask wine (from Tessa's birthday dinner) we bought. Let's just say, in my case, cask wine and whisky don't mix well. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I met his bartender at Deschler's who's like, in a band and stuff. I think it's called Suicide Boulevard. He played me a song from them, and I thought it was pretty cool. Didn't manage to google anything up about it though, since I found another band by the same name in the States. I reckon they probably formed recently at any rate. But if I do find 'em, I'll try put up one of their songs. Kinda like 80's rock anthems and stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And oh yeah, David (that's the band bartender guy) made me a drink that he called an Axl Rose. I know, very rockish. But of all things, it was a pretty fruity drink. Quite delicious in all honesty but I think I prefer my martini, made with Tanqueray No. 10. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My camera's been acting up suddenly. It refuses to turn on properly. I might have to get it sent back in, kinda a shame as well considering how recently I got it. Guts...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should get some more sleep. Soooo sleepy, slept in like 2 lectures already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P/S: I really really like Breakeven by The Script. Lovely song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15695872-5358427991184634248?l=lostwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/5358427991184634248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15695872&amp;postID=5358427991184634248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/5358427991184634248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/5358427991184634248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/2009/03/just-hanging-on.html' title='Just hanging on...'/><author><name>gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18409790445567029653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJtvHoUV0Rk/SpEM4lYooxI/AAAAAAAAAEo/UHkxiLCEGBQ/S220/IMG_2470.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15695872.post-3793283634495621800</id><published>2009-03-21T11:38:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T11:40:19.549+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Safe Trip Home</title><content type='html'>I've been listening to Dido's latest album recently. Yes, it's call Safe Trip Home... and I like it. The songs seem to have gotten more mature this time, and it's still as mellow as ever. A bit more of a sad touch though.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Timmy's party today/tonight! Yay! I've gotta go now, but I'll be taking pics (I think).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15695872-3793283634495621800?l=lostwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/3793283634495621800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15695872&amp;postID=3793283634495621800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/3793283634495621800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/3793283634495621800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/2009/03/safe-trip-home.html' title='Safe Trip Home'/><author><name>gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18409790445567029653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJtvHoUV0Rk/SpEM4lYooxI/AAAAAAAAAEo/UHkxiLCEGBQ/S220/IMG_2470.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15695872.post-3001648589677832188</id><published>2009-03-16T19:37:00.003+13:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T19:39:10.482+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Round the Bays Pt. 2</title><content type='html'>Alright, I uploaded them all to Facebook. Goddamn Blogger doesn't have a multiple upload tool like Facebook. Gah. Just check 'em out on my page if you want. Links below:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=95748&amp;amp;id=741713295&amp;amp;ref=nf"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=95748&amp;amp;id=741713295&amp;amp;ref=nf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=95750&amp;amp;id=741713295&amp;amp;ref=nf"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=95750&amp;amp;id=741713295&amp;amp;ref=nf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15695872-3001648589677832188?l=lostwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/3001648589677832188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15695872&amp;postID=3001648589677832188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/3001648589677832188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/3001648589677832188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/2009/03/round-bays-pt-2.html' title='Round the Bays Pt. 2'/><author><name>gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18409790445567029653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJtvHoUV0Rk/SpEM4lYooxI/AAAAAAAAAEo/UHkxiLCEGBQ/S220/IMG_2470.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15695872.post-6590785764859016445</id><published>2009-03-15T18:10:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T18:23:00.046+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Round the Bays (Pt 1)</title><content type='html'>This is Part 1 because I left my camera (as well as my other shirt) with Iain, so I wouldn't be uploading 'em photos till tomorrow or something.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Round the Bays was pretty awesome. We congregated in front of Showgirls (yes, that strip club) and distributed the T-shirts and stuff. I might even take a picture of it, I thought it was pretty awesome. Then we got out the mobile Tui couch. It's a pretty poor contraption really, but it steers and brakes, so all good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unfortunately, we got delayed from starting because of some random thing, and this was bad, since I started to feel the call of nature. Of course, I held that in, and kept drinking the beers which are omnipresent at all Engineering-related events. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eventually, the whole thing started, and yes, John Key (our new Prime Minister, that's who he is) blew the starting horn. And when we went past him, did we do anything? Of course! We sang him one of those drinking songs. Specially for him. We even sang the Engineering drinking song as well. Two songs for him! He should feel proud. The guy just smiled and waved though. I wonder what he thought about the whole thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A short amount of time and a short distance later, I decided I couldn't ignore the call of nature and so I ran to a petrol station with Antony's brother. He looks just like Antony, by the way. Unfortunately it was closed, so I was forced to relieve myself in the bushes. But then again, I wasn't the only one. There was a whole line of us too. Those port-a-loos had way too much of a huge queue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think a few people (parents) might have been a little scandalised, but they probably should be somewhat used to it now. We did keep our language to a rough minimum, of course, the occasional "motherfucker" and "masturbate" which are present in the drinking songs couldn't be suppressed, but hey, all good. They were probably more scandalised at our running, drinking, pushing the beer trolley, and yelling "Get out of the way! Trolley coming through!" Hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The commentator even made a point to mention us as we crossed the finish line eventually, probably an hour and a half or so. He said something along the lines of us being the noisiest and probably most inebriated. Technically, there was this other group of people, rather old, pushing a trolley with beer too. Pretty cool. We even shared a drinking stop with 'em.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As usual, at the end we had a barbeque, and the traditional rugby league game with Med. As usual, they crushed us, but then again, they have the token Pacific Islanders on their team anyway. Did I mention that some of them are rather vicious? The Med players I mean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, that's it for now. Pics next time, I promise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15695872-6590785764859016445?l=lostwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/6590785764859016445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15695872&amp;postID=6590785764859016445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/6590785764859016445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/6590785764859016445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/2009/03/round-bays-pt-1.html' title='Round the Bays (Pt 1)'/><author><name>gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18409790445567029653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJtvHoUV0Rk/SpEM4lYooxI/AAAAAAAAAEo/UHkxiLCEGBQ/S220/IMG_2470.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15695872.post-7316728827247814464</id><published>2009-03-15T07:42:00.001+13:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T07:43:21.173+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm awake, I'm awake. And you know what? It's time for Round the Bays!!! I think I'm more or less alright to go now. Stupid cold has finally seen the light of day. Or is starting to see it anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15695872-7316728827247814464?l=lostwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/7316728827247814464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15695872&amp;postID=7316728827247814464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/7316728827247814464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/7316728827247814464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-awake-im-awake.html' title=''/><author><name>gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18409790445567029653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJtvHoUV0Rk/SpEM4lYooxI/AAAAAAAAAEo/UHkxiLCEGBQ/S220/IMG_2470.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15695872.post-2952556768037514095</id><published>2009-03-11T21:34:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T21:40:59.654+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>ARGH! SICK!!!</title><content type='html'>I'm like feeling the beginnings of a cold. It's annoying. I don't want to be sick. Goddamn Richie. I blame him for passing on his cold to me. Just like I blame him for the cold last year. And the year before that. I always seem to catch it from him every year. Damn.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well. And it's also the day before the Stein. A bad time to be sick indeed. I s'ppose I'll just dose myself with some nasal decongestants and go, then use the weekend to recuperate. Should be fine, hopefully. Oh wait. Round the Bays this Sunday... Oh god... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll figure something out I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talked to Sam earlier today, and Arnold's party came up. Seems that Luke wasn't Becky's boyfriend. You know, Luke, the guy who asked me if I ever slow danced with another guy. Dude I ended up slow dancing with. Which completely throws some of my assumptions out of the window. Now I wanna know. Damnit. God damn my need to know everything sometimes. And now it's killing me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, you don't know what I want to know? I want to know why he asked me that. If I ever slow danced with another guy. ARGH!!!! I'm frustrated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15695872-2952556768037514095?l=lostwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/2952556768037514095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15695872&amp;postID=2952556768037514095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/2952556768037514095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/2952556768037514095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/2009/03/argh-sick.html' title='ARGH! SICK!!!'/><author><name>gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18409790445567029653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJtvHoUV0Rk/SpEM4lYooxI/AAAAAAAAAEo/UHkxiLCEGBQ/S220/IMG_2470.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15695872.post-2177839076057650015</id><published>2009-03-08T16:29:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T16:40:21.930+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Arnold's 20th... and subsequent hangover</title><content type='html'>Well, that was only to be expected I guess. I mean, year after year, in the beginning of March, there's always been this, and so it happens again. As usual, much alcohol was to be had. I didn't take pictures, well because pictures of drunk people aren't fun, and I don't trust me with the cam.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's not much at all to the night if you neglect the drinking parts. I couldn't hold my alcohol once I got passed a funnel sometime in the night, probably 1am I think. That was a bad idea, especially considering how much I had prior, and especially when beer has always been the thing that always pushes me over. Spirits, no problem, but beer drives me over the edge quickly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, but hey, there was one random bit. Met this dude Luke, obviously a friend of Arnold's. Anyway, we were sorta talking for awhile, then sometime later (after some drifting here and there for me), we were dancing in the lounge with tons of other people, and his girlfriend was somewhere there too. So like, he suddenly turns to me and asks: "Have you ever slow danced with another guy before?" To cut the long story short, yes, I did slow dance with Luke with him leading, and his girlfriend was watching. I don't think it was a bad thing though, she didn't seem to mind too much =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But yeah, just thought I'd share. Now I have a hangover to get rid of. And recovery to begin with, if I'm to get in shape for Stein 1 this Thursday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15695872-2177839076057650015?l=lostwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/2177839076057650015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15695872&amp;postID=2177839076057650015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/2177839076057650015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/2177839076057650015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/2009/03/arnolds-20th-and-subsequent-hangover.html' title='Arnold&apos;s 20th... and subsequent hangover'/><author><name>gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18409790445567029653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJtvHoUV0Rk/SpEM4lYooxI/AAAAAAAAAEo/UHkxiLCEGBQ/S220/IMG_2470.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15695872.post-1761271975312446869</id><published>2009-03-02T21:49:00.003+13:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T21:59:34.962+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><title type='text'>An Epiphany</title><content type='html'>Perhaps I drink because I enjoy it. Perhaps I enjoy it because I like it. Perhaps, too, in a very odd sense, I enjoy it as well because it makes me numb. Impervious to hurt. Impervious to sorrow. For that moment, you're invincible. Everything in itself is laughable, everything is not tangible. Being numb is good isn't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15695872-1761271975312446869?l=lostwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/1761271975312446869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15695872&amp;postID=1761271975312446869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/1761271975312446869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/1761271975312446869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/2009/03/epiphany.html' title='An Epiphany'/><author><name>gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18409790445567029653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJtvHoUV0Rk/SpEM4lYooxI/AAAAAAAAAEo/UHkxiLCEGBQ/S220/IMG_2470.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15695872.post-8770478793607778672</id><published>2009-03-01T20:47:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T20:55:38.089+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>The night before</title><content type='html'>This is a bit of a twofold post, and the title should indicate as much. I went to Iain's house party last night, and tonight is well, the night before I begin classes again. Bummer =(&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Iain's house party was pleasant. I got to meet a good amount of our friends before classes began again, which is kinda good too. It also doubled as a great way to end the holidays I guess. We had a barbecue and played Buzz for quite a bit. You know, that sorta stuff you'd do when you don't really want to have a night of mayhem drinking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gotta sleep early tonight and get ready for the early morning gym session, as well as the horrendous lectures that proceed. Oh joy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah, I got myself a new tie today! It was on sale at Farry's ($99) down from $159, so I reckon that's a pretty good deal. I'm also considering these really cool pair of cufflinks from Paul Smith going for $109, but I think I'll hold off spending for a bit. Also, I should be getting my camera tomorrow sometime! Only problem is that I probably wouldn't be around to sign for it, so it might be a while before I collect and use it, especially since I don't really use it during the semester.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Started listening to The Postal Service again. I love Such Great Heights and Nothing Better. Can't explain it, but those two songs are just awesome to my ears. Go give 'em a try if you want, you never know with these things aye? Well, I'm gonna hit the sack. Over and out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15695872-8770478793607778672?l=lostwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/8770478793607778672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15695872&amp;postID=8770478793607778672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/8770478793607778672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/8770478793607778672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/2009/03/night-before.html' title='The night before'/><author><name>gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18409790445567029653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJtvHoUV0Rk/SpEM4lYooxI/AAAAAAAAAEo/UHkxiLCEGBQ/S220/IMG_2470.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15695872.post-382290583103275717</id><published>2009-02-22T11:41:00.003+13:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T11:48:06.098+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Paid! And now the countdown begins..</title><content type='html'>I recently decided to check my bank balance, and just realised I've been the paid the remainder of the sum I was promised for when I did the studentship. This technically ends the work agreement I have. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And what am I going to do with it? Well, firstly, I need to pay off my credit card bills. Then to get more supplements for gym, then to renew my gym membership. All that's a grand already, almost. Then I'm thinking I could get a new camera, since I kinda hate the one I have. Then a new pair of glasses, although I'm not quite sure how much that'll cost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyone know how much a pair of Oliver Peoples frames would cost? Anyway, I estimate another grand for that (with lens and consultations), just in case. That means all in all, I've already spent two and a half grand. God... $2500. Well, mabe it's not going to cost me $1000, but if it does cost more...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And after all that, if I have any cash leftover... I could: a) buy textbooks; or b) buy an iPod touch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm... We'll see after I get the above items sorted, aye?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15695872-382290583103275717?l=lostwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/382290583103275717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15695872&amp;postID=382290583103275717' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/382290583103275717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/382290583103275717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/2009/02/paid-and-now-countdown-begins.html' title='Paid! And now the countdown begins..'/><author><name>gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18409790445567029653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJtvHoUV0Rk/SpEM4lYooxI/AAAAAAAAAEo/UHkxiLCEGBQ/S220/IMG_2470.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15695872.post-8600204909687773165</id><published>2009-02-21T22:56:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T23:07:06.431+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Starlight Symphony</title><content type='html'>Originally, I was going to go with Mihailo and Tim and meet them at the Domain, where the Symphony was held. Of course, they were going to be very late (as usual), so I wandered around for a bit (it didn't start just yet), and ran into Laura, Allen, and Rebecca. Of course, I hung out with them instead. Why not?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Starlight Symphony was enjoyable, to say the least. Classical music and a choir aren't bad things after all. I'll say that the better part was the second half though, with Pomp and Circumstance (which I like very much); and the orchestra (after the choir's introduction) playing Tchaikovsky's 1812 Overture complete with cannon and fireworks, and a laser light show. Brilliant. Fireworks were bloody awesome. Only one minor gripe was that I thought (along with some others) that the cannons didn't fire in sync with the piece the first time round. The other times were good though, and the awesomeness of the fireworks made me forget about it. Yay for fireworks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And once again, I forgot to take pictures. I got so enraptured I forgot. Clever me huh? =|&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15695872-8600204909687773165?l=lostwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/8600204909687773165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15695872&amp;postID=8600204909687773165' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/8600204909687773165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/8600204909687773165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/2009/02/starlight-symphony.html' title='Starlight Symphony'/><author><name>gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18409790445567029653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJtvHoUV0Rk/SpEM4lYooxI/AAAAAAAAAEo/UHkxiLCEGBQ/S220/IMG_2470.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15695872.post-6881798672132545226</id><published>2009-02-18T19:31:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T19:35:38.375+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Bow Ties?</title><content type='html'>Well Lionel, glad to hear you can tie a bow tie. Join the ranks of people who can tie one (I honestly don't know who else can actually do one apart from us so far though). But if you can't do it (and it was a bit of trouble to learn)... don't despair!  Here's a little picture guide for all you people who still can't tie one:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJtvHoUV0Rk/SZusJ_55QlI/AAAAAAAAABI/RccY0BA94dk/s400/bowtie.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 386px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304022273931952722" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hehe. That's my random bit for the day. Ciao!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15695872-6881798672132545226?l=lostwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/6881798672132545226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15695872&amp;postID=6881798672132545226' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/6881798672132545226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/6881798672132545226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/2009/02/bow-ties.html' title='Bow Ties?'/><author><name>gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18409790445567029653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJtvHoUV0Rk/SpEM4lYooxI/AAAAAAAAAEo/UHkxiLCEGBQ/S220/IMG_2470.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJtvHoUV0Rk/SZusJ_55QlI/AAAAAAAAABI/RccY0BA94dk/s72-c/bowtie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15695872.post-2502345479797725912</id><published>2009-02-16T20:49:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T20:52:24.858+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Colour My World</title><content type='html'>I was browsing through a while ago when I came across this. I thought it was a rather touching piece. But anyway, go play it. It's not so much a game, more like just one of those "journeys". Rather artistic I must say.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plus, it moved me. And that's not the easiest thing to do. &lt;a href="http://www.newgrounds.com/portal/view/483057"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15695872-2502345479797725912?l=lostwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/2502345479797725912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15695872&amp;postID=2502345479797725912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/2502345479797725912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/2502345479797725912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/2009/02/colour-my-world.html' title='Colour My World'/><author><name>gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18409790445567029653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJtvHoUV0Rk/SpEM4lYooxI/AAAAAAAAAEo/UHkxiLCEGBQ/S220/IMG_2470.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15695872.post-910259941824974608</id><published>2009-02-10T19:43:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T19:47:23.544+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>A midsummer's night</title><content type='html'>It's been getting unbearably hot these days. And yes, I know Australia is being hit by a heat wave with temperatures soaring to 40's even... but it's just so hot here too! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The main problem I reckon is with the humidity. I'm sitting here at home, and I'm already sweating tons. Like buckets and buckets. Yuck!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Managed to do strain-field characterisation of my device today, which was good. Now all I have to do is process the data, and with enough luck, it'll be all sweet. Otherwise, I might have to re-design some aspects of it. Rather, someone else would have to, since I'm no longer working in 1.5 weeks...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other news, I'm soooo broke!!! Can't wait till I get paid. Hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15695872-910259941824974608?l=lostwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/910259941824974608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15695872&amp;postID=910259941824974608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/910259941824974608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/910259941824974608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/2009/02/midsummers-night.html' title='A midsummer&apos;s night'/><author><name>gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18409790445567029653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJtvHoUV0Rk/SpEM4lYooxI/AAAAAAAAAEo/UHkxiLCEGBQ/S220/IMG_2470.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15695872.post-5276893005845837892</id><published>2009-02-09T20:34:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T20:39:01.962+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Oh God no...</title><content type='html'>I've got presentations this week!!! Not to mention my work report is due next week as well!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plus, I'm like completely unprepared for either. Oh well. Guts for me I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The PHD students' conference papers were due in today, so I helped (and like everyone other person they could recruit) to proof-read it as well. Didn't get much work done though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Andreas (uhm, the German dude at work) came in today too, back from his trip to Rarotonga. He was kind enough to bring a bottle of bourbon whiskey to work, which we promptly cracked open and dispensed with. Yeah, we're quite slack about these things. Plus, he was leaving the country anyway!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The lights in my home are fucked up. Half of the existing lights have now blown, including the one in my room, so now I'm sitting here in the dark (with a bedside lamp) typing away. Woohoo, fun =\&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The weekend was great, I had fun, but now it's back to work... Everyone else had a good weekend?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15695872-5276893005845837892?l=lostwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/5276893005845837892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15695872&amp;postID=5276893005845837892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/5276893005845837892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/5276893005845837892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/2009/02/oh-god-no.html' title='Oh God no...'/><author><name>gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18409790445567029653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJtvHoUV0Rk/SpEM4lYooxI/AAAAAAAAAEo/UHkxiLCEGBQ/S220/IMG_2470.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15695872.post-7931569069175685420</id><published>2009-02-05T20:38:00.003+13:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T20:39:29.243+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>The 2nd Long Weekend</title><content type='html'>Yes, it's only been about 2 weeks, and the second long weekend is here! I finish work in 2 weeks as well, so I'm feeling sorta nervous about all this.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I'm at a bit of a loss for what to do tomorrow. It's kinda weird...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, BALANCE on Saturday!!! Should be fun =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15695872-7931569069175685420?l=lostwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/7931569069175685420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15695872&amp;postID=7931569069175685420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/7931569069175685420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/7931569069175685420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/2009/02/2nd-long-weekend.html' title='The 2nd Long Weekend'/><author><name>gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18409790445567029653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJtvHoUV0Rk/SpEM4lYooxI/AAAAAAAAAEo/UHkxiLCEGBQ/S220/IMG_2470.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15695872.post-526738436101725297</id><published>2009-01-28T20:05:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T20:07:04.284+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Wine for all! Rejoice!</title><content type='html'>I found a great site that sells wine by the dozen. And it's pretty cheap by the dozen too... You get wine for about $10-14 a bottle, and for pretty good wines too, considering they'd normally retail for about $15-25, and award winning ones at that. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so stoked. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15695872-526738436101725297?l=lostwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/526738436101725297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15695872&amp;postID=526738436101725297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/526738436101725297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/526738436101725297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/2009/01/wine-for-all-rejoice.html' title='Wine for all! Rejoice!'/><author><name>gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18409790445567029653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJtvHoUV0Rk/SpEM4lYooxI/AAAAAAAAAEo/UHkxiLCEGBQ/S220/IMG_2470.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15695872.post-8971479922827444990</id><published>2009-01-27T19:45:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T19:52:25.341+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>The Long Weekend</title><content type='html'>Went away to Oakura for the long weekend (it was Auckland Anniversary). It appears that I have been there before, the last time with Chris Holdaway and others, but this time I went up to Mark's bach with him, his parents, Mihailo, Nick and Anthony (one of Nick's and Mark's friends). Pretty fun time there. I spent most of the time sunbathing, and not swimming, since none of them fancied a dip in the sea, and I can't stay in there for a long period of time by myself without anything to do (I get really really cold that way).&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We did go kayaking though, which was quite fun, although I went in a double kayak with Nick, and he kept rocking the boat, which kinda sucked for me since I was in the front.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I evidently discovered that Nick does drink quite a fair bit, which was pretty fun, since there was a somewhat decent amount of beer there, so I played a game of Over the Bridge with Nick, substituting mouthfuls of beer for shots (didn't have any alcohol for shots, and I would have died with shots). Let's just say I got to 19 mouthfuls and decided that if it went any further, I would clean out the whole fridge. Which we did anyway, since I've been going at the beers, and we didn't buy any more. So we ran out, inconveniently. Oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't feel like working =( But I've got to...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15695872-8971479922827444990?l=lostwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/8971479922827444990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15695872&amp;postID=8971479922827444990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/8971479922827444990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/8971479922827444990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/2009/01/long-weekend.html' title='The Long Weekend'/><author><name>gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18409790445567029653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJtvHoUV0Rk/SpEM4lYooxI/AAAAAAAAAEo/UHkxiLCEGBQ/S220/IMG_2470.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15695872.post-8706309298828464395</id><published>2009-01-22T23:03:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T23:07:21.021+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Manhattan</title><content type='html'>Not that I've been there, but I've just recently tried it again, and I absolutely love it. Went to the Mexican Cafe for dinner with the rest of the summer studentship groupie, and had a couple of Margarita's, a Tequila Sunrise, and some Brazilian drink. Then went to Deschler's, and met Lucas again, and had a Martini (which I can never resist), and tried what he said was one of his favourite drinks, a Manhattan.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Truth be told, I quite like it. Not as much as a martini, but it's pretty nice in it's own right. It's a rather mellow and sweet drink. Suprisingly easy to drink for 2 standard drinks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Might catch up with Lucas over coffee next time. Who knows. It'll be nice if he wants to, I'll get a bartending friend out of it. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15695872-8706309298828464395?l=lostwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/8706309298828464395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15695872&amp;postID=8706309298828464395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/8706309298828464395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/8706309298828464395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/2009/01/manhattan.html' title='Manhattan'/><author><name>gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18409790445567029653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJtvHoUV0Rk/SpEM4lYooxI/AAAAAAAAAEo/UHkxiLCEGBQ/S220/IMG_2470.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15695872.post-3531630126416901639</id><published>2009-01-19T20:40:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T20:50:42.753+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Sleep...</title><content type='html'>Well, apart from the fact that I need sleep, I just discovered today that I'm to be scheduled sometime when the project ends to do a presentation (a part of the studentship) for the principal researchers of the Bioengineering Institute. So here's the problem: I don't actually feel like I've done enough for a presentation. God, I'm screwed.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pretty tired today. It sorta carries over from my fatigued state yesterday, since I only caught about 5 or so hours of sleep. I went out on Saturday night drinking, then popped by Space for their launch event till 4 in the morning, dancing to dubstep. I also met up with Jack and his friends, but I suppose that is hardly suprising, considering that it was that sort of event.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I spent the early part of Saturday night at Deschlers having a quiet drink or two. Got talking to one of the bartenders there, Lucas, and he made me a daiquiri of his concoction and some strange, but interesting take on a martini. Well, that started when I asked him to make me a drink based on his first impression of me, since I was bored, and as much as I love martinis, you really don't want to be drinking too many of those. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's just say that he made the martini and added lemon juice, jasmine syrup and vanilla liqeuer to the mix. It would have been alright if he added slightly less lemon juice, since the lemon overwhelmed the rest of the drink. Oh well. It was amusing nontheless, and I had fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Work's slow, and there're high school kids (in their 7th form this year) being given a talk about what Engineering Science and Biomedical Engineering is all about. Well, there's more to that too, since they're on campus for about two weeks on a Science-related programme. It apparently shows you all the degrees and work-related things you can do. Pretty interesting, except that it costs at least a grand for those two weeks. $1000!!! Well, in all honesty, it costs $2000 but they are somewhat sponsored by the Science Rotary thingy (or at least most of them are). That's still a lot to pay though... I can think of better things to do with $1000 in the summer time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I think I'm going to have an early night, pretty sleepy anyway. Til then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15695872-3531630126416901639?l=lostwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/3531630126416901639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15695872&amp;postID=3531630126416901639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/3531630126416901639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/3531630126416901639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/2009/01/sleep.html' title='Sleep...'/><author><name>gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18409790445567029653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJtvHoUV0Rk/SpEM4lYooxI/AAAAAAAAAEo/UHkxiLCEGBQ/S220/IMG_2470.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15695872.post-8449610651632542505</id><published>2009-01-10T12:01:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T12:05:36.195+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>When time slows down...</title><content type='html'>In the bad sense too. You know, that feeling you get when you've been away from some typical activity for so long that when you finally get back to it, everything seems so weird, and time passes so slowly because you need to readjust? Yeah, that's how I'm feeling at the moment.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been most unproductive at work over the past two days that I've been there. It's rather irksome, but at least I got some stuff done. I get the feeling that I have to redesign my prototype, which is annoying, since I'm getting to the stage where I kinda forgot what I designed over the past few days, so making minor adjustments to the device will require yet another learning curve for me. Gah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't exactly know why, but I'm feeling rather bored these days. Looks like it's time to find something to occupy me once more. Oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15695872-8449610651632542505?l=lostwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/8449610651632542505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15695872&amp;postID=8449610651632542505' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/8449610651632542505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/8449610651632542505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/2009/01/when-time-slows-down.html' title='When time slows down...'/><author><name>gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18409790445567029653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJtvHoUV0Rk/SpEM4lYooxI/AAAAAAAAAEo/UHkxiLCEGBQ/S220/IMG_2470.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15695872.post-4839218031348396630</id><published>2009-01-02T15:47:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T15:50:38.091+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Extending a Holiday</title><content type='html'>I'm going up to Whangaporoa with Allan, Laura, Arnold, and Danny tomorrow. Yep, I start work on the 5th, but I'm just going to push starting work back for a few more days and take a break. I feel like it's something I really need anyway: A few days away at the beach and just nothing but people and the calm calm ocean and glorious, hot sun. So yeah, I think I'll start work on the 7th or 8th. It should be just great.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rather sleepy today actually, so I might just catnap for a bit and then get an early night. Gym session tomorrow and then I'm off! Well, until then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15695872-4839218031348396630?l=lostwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/4839218031348396630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15695872&amp;postID=4839218031348396630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/4839218031348396630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/4839218031348396630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/2009/01/extending-holiday.html' title='Extending a Holiday'/><author><name>gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18409790445567029653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJtvHoUV0Rk/SpEM4lYooxI/AAAAAAAAAEo/UHkxiLCEGBQ/S220/IMG_2470.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15695872.post-8121042149649032551</id><published>2009-01-01T10:23:00.003+13:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T10:26:47.073+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><title type='text'>Uhm. So, what now?</title><content type='html'>Heh, I know I said I wouldn't make any resolutions, but I kind of got forced into making one, so here's my one and only resolution for this year:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Carry on drinking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, I know it was cheating, but I don't do resolutions. I make enough during the course of the year that I don't feel like I should be bound to only making serious resolutions during the turn of the year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sleepy, but I need to be out, so 'ere I leave you with an excerpt from "The New Year" by Death Cab For Cutie:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So this is the new year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And i don't feel any different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The clanking of crystal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Explosions off in the distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So this is the new year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And I have no resolutions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;For self assigned penance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;For problems with easy solutions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Ciao for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15695872-8121042149649032551?l=lostwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/8121042149649032551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15695872&amp;postID=8121042149649032551' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/8121042149649032551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/8121042149649032551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/2009/01/uhm-so-what-now.html' title='Uhm. So, what now?'/><author><name>gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18409790445567029653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJtvHoUV0Rk/SpEM4lYooxI/AAAAAAAAAEo/UHkxiLCEGBQ/S220/IMG_2470.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15695872.post-6565031281269290835</id><published>2008-12-31T11:42:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T12:06:03.976+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Wrapping Up</title><content type='html'>And once again, the end of the year has come around, and the new year is staring me in the face, rushing along to collide into me. I think I bring this up often, but I feel it ever more increasingly: Do you ever get that feeling that time just seems to speed up?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm serious. The days, months and years are just blurring by so quickly for me it's like I'm 16 one day and 19 the next. Scary, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I still have all these things that I haven't done yet either. But hey, anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2008 was hmm, not a bad year I guess. Probably better than the previous years of my life. It's always great when you can say that, you know, when every year gets better and better. It's almost as if your life is like a bottle of fine wine or something. I definitely had fun, that I can say. And hey, a whole year coming to terms with an insanely hard-to-quash crush can be kinda refreshing on your viewpoints of life ah? I feel rather liberated actually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I kept my drinking under wraps, mostly... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Some&lt;/span&gt; people I know would beg to differ though, but seriously, with all honesty, I definitely think I kept it under control. I mean, I only had one real slip-up when I drank far too much, started chucking my guts all over the place and had the mother of all hangovers the next day. And it was just &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;one time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, what am I looking for in 2009? I don't really know to be honest. I think my journey of self-discovery is far from over though. I feel sometimes like I never understand myself in the way I do things, so maybe I should figure it out. Hm, might shop a little less next year too, since I'm finally starting to be happy with my wardrobe. Well, a few more additions can't hurt, but shopping heaps is definitely going to go away, and be replaced by just shopping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And no, I'm never going to make a resolution to drink less, that never works. But I will think I will be trying to stick to my gym routine this time round, maybe working harder to overcoming that ever-so-dreaded plateau I keep getting to around 5 weeks into training. It's annoying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But yeah, I think I won't expect much from the new year, and maybe that way it'll suprise me. Besides, it's more fun this way too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyway, I'm off to town. I'll be going to dinner later, and then who knows? The beach? Town? The night is young, and so am I.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15695872-6565031281269290835?l=lostwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/6565031281269290835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15695872&amp;postID=6565031281269290835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/6565031281269290835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/6565031281269290835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/2008/12/wrapping-up.html' title='Wrapping Up'/><author><name>gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18409790445567029653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJtvHoUV0Rk/SpEM4lYooxI/AAAAAAAAAEo/UHkxiLCEGBQ/S220/IMG_2470.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15695872.post-6770259250397065796</id><published>2008-12-26T19:11:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T19:17:40.103+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Broken Strings</title><content type='html'>I was listening to James Morrison's recent album Songs For You, Truths For Me. I really do like James Morrison as a singer. His songs are rather soothing. Anyway, give this song, "Broken Strings" a try if you feel inclined.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;You can't play on broken strings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;You can't feel anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;That your heart don't want to feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I can't tell you something that ain't real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The truth hurts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;A lie is worse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I can't like it anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And I love you a little less than before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beautiful lyrics. I don't know why, but I like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15695872-6770259250397065796?l=lostwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/6770259250397065796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15695872&amp;postID=6770259250397065796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/6770259250397065796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/6770259250397065796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/2008/12/broken-strings.html' title='Broken Strings'/><author><name>gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18409790445567029653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJtvHoUV0Rk/SpEM4lYooxI/AAAAAAAAAEo/UHkxiLCEGBQ/S220/IMG_2470.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15695872.post-495778872242353308</id><published>2008-12-25T11:29:00.003+13:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T11:44:09.674+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>I'm Dreaming of...</title><content type='html'>A white Christmas. Yep. But it's summer over here, so I guess I don't really mind either. My god, I spent quite a fair bit yesterday on food items. Sigh.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow, and boy did I have a helluva busy session cooking the Christmas Eve dinner last night. I ended up finishing late, so I pushed dinner back by a good hour to 8, haha. Oh well. And I probably consumed half the bottle of wine, as well a decent amount of gin and tonics too. Paying for it with my slight hangover this morning, but hey, it's all good. Not like I drank tons anyway, just forgot the water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christmas day for me tends to be a little dreary, mainly because stores are closed and I have nothing to do. My guess it this is why they have Christmas dinners, but I've personally always favoured Christmas Eve dinners anyway, since it's a lot easier to do. In the very least, I have a bottle of wine should I feel like having some tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In some odd, bizarre way, as soon as I have a public holiday, I normally feel like going back to work, or university, or something. I reckon the main reason is just because I don't like public holidays all that much. I like to just be able to take a break and observe people (in a sense), when I'm pretty much the only one on a break doing a shopping thing, or being at a cafe, and so on. Whereas on a public holiday, it's sorta different. I can't, for example, go shopping. Neither can I really go for a coffee with friends at the cafe. I suppose I chafe at the implied restrictions that arise from these sort of things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, my rant for the day is done, I guess. I'm gonna do some post-dinner cleaning, as well as maybe some TV watching and calling of friends, you know, the proprietary Christmas things. Ciao.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15695872-495778872242353308?l=lostwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/495778872242353308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15695872&amp;postID=495778872242353308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/495778872242353308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/495778872242353308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-dreaming-of.html' title='I&apos;m Dreaming of...'/><author><name>gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18409790445567029653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJtvHoUV0Rk/SpEM4lYooxI/AAAAAAAAAEo/UHkxiLCEGBQ/S220/IMG_2470.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15695872.post-7224145407320118664</id><published>2008-12-23T20:24:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T20:38:51.740+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Bugger... Got Tagged</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Got tagged by Chris on his blog, so here goes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;1. What’s your ambition?&lt;br /&gt;To succeed and be prominent in what I enjoy and have an interest in. To somehow be in more control of things, but maybe from the shadows rather than directly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Who is more important to you? Friends or boy/girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;Friends. Although there would be situations when I'd go with the latter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. How often do you think of committing suicide?&lt;br /&gt;Its been a long long time since I've done that, although I've had disturbing dreams lately of being overwhelmed by some enemies, or rather being hunted, and then dispatched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you think you have enough confidence?&lt;div&gt;Yeah. Mostly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. How many babies you want?&lt;br /&gt;If I can have twins, twin boys and 1 daughter. Otherwise, just 1 of each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Favorite perfume/fragrance?&lt;br /&gt;Currently, lots. Hmm, Infusion d'Homme by Prada and Fahrenheit by Christian Dior are my two most favoured at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What do you think will be your greatest downfall?&lt;br /&gt;My lack of ethics for some things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you believe in eternal love?&lt;br /&gt;Eternal... Its too long lasting for me to believe in. Long-lived love? Yeah, definitely. Eternal? Hm, I'm not so sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What's a perfect girlfriend/boyfriend like to you?&lt;br /&gt;Perfect in that they have little imperfections that I don't care about; that they have some mannerisms that make me love them more; that they make me feel secure and cherished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What are your bad habits?&lt;br /&gt;I have a weakness to spending money on food and clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Is there anything you wanna tell the people who hate you?&lt;br /&gt;"I don't really understand why you'd hate me, but really, the only person its affecting is you, not me. So why not get along with me? I'll even buy you a drink."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Do you cherish every single friendship of yours?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What do you hate most in others?&lt;br /&gt;Lack of initiative and courage/confidence to do things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What do you crave for the most currently?&lt;br /&gt;Money to go on a shopping spree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What features/quirks do you find totally sexy on a guy/girl?&lt;br /&gt;Uhm, hot bod? Eyes, hands, hair. Pretty much, if I find you sexy, I find you sexy. Why ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Describe the person who tagged you in 7 words.&lt;br /&gt;Asian, amusing, fun, teetotaller, lighter than me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;17.What have you done to yourself to make yourself happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Improved my sense of fashion, went to the gym, and get myself noticed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What will you become in another 10 years to come?&lt;br /&gt;Hm, I don't know. With enough luck, rich, successful, and happy? Like a fairy tale?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Whats your guilty pleasure? (something you usually wouldn't admit out loud)&lt;br /&gt;I admit to most of my guilty pleasures anyway, so I wouldn't know off the top of my head what guilty pleasures I do not admit out loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. I tag:&lt;br /&gt;No one. Because, unlike Chris here, I have no wish to impose the joys of answering 20 questions on anyone. But... that being said, I tag you if you wish to be tagged.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15695872-7224145407320118664?l=lostwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/7224145407320118664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15695872&amp;postID=7224145407320118664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/7224145407320118664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/7224145407320118664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/2008/12/bugger-got-tagged.html' title='Bugger... Got Tagged'/><author><name>gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18409790445567029653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJtvHoUV0Rk/SpEM4lYooxI/AAAAAAAAAEo/UHkxiLCEGBQ/S220/IMG_2470.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15695872.post-8232077157614193437</id><published>2008-12-19T21:36:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T21:51:13.575+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Beer, beach, and pranks</title><content type='html'>Well, today was the Bioengineering Institute Christmas function, and boy was it fun! First off we had the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Biomimetics&lt;/span&gt; Lab Secret Santa (which was efficiently organised courtesy of me). God I chafe under the imposed limitation of a $5 budget for the gifts, but I think I managed to pull through. My recipient was Alex, and I got him two &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pottles&lt;/span&gt; of rather nice jam. He was pretty happy about it too, so I think I did a good job there. Yeah, so if you're ever stuck with a Secret Santa that's on a low budget, and your recipient is a flatting guy or whatever, get him jam. It does well.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alex's gift was probably one of the more amusing ones. He bought biscuits, and wrapped them up in the morning using &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; wrapping paper, but rather, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rubber &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nitryl&lt;/span&gt; gloves&lt;/span&gt;. Yes. It was all too amusing especially when I saw him doing so. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all, I'll say I had tons of fun. Forgot to bring my cam, so no pics sadly (really bad habit of mine with this actually). Played touch for a good hour or so, then helped myself to a good amount of beers, sat in the sun for ages, you know... That kinda stuff. It's summer, and summer's good. I'm now sitting in my chair feeling slightly warm. Not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sunburnt&lt;/span&gt; though, just very very warm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah, naturally, it being a Christmas function and all, my Head of Department dressed up as Santa with a slight twist, this one being a gorilla suited Santa. And he gave presents to the little kids! I wanna be a kid too! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Forgot to mention this, but Tom got one of those trick pens for his Secret Santa gift. You know, the one that shocks you if you hold down the top? Yeah, it was kinda fun. I took it and shocked Alex (him being a most unwilling participant) in the crook of his elbow. Then I took some paper, and went to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;HoD&lt;/span&gt; and asked him for his email address, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;proffering him the trick pen. Naturally, he got a nice shock from it, and I kinda kept my distance after that. I tried it on Mike O'Sulivan Jr. (another of the lecturers) as well. Oddly enough, he never seemed to figure out that it was shocking him for the first two tries. He did eventually figure it out though, and that was awesome too. Haha great times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, Todd got this awesome kids' bow and arrow set! We had a blast shooting people with that too! And I probably drank too much then as well, but then again, I wasn't the only one, so hey, all good =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15695872-8232077157614193437?l=lostwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/8232077157614193437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15695872&amp;postID=8232077157614193437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/8232077157614193437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/8232077157614193437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/2008/12/beer-beach-and-pranks.html' title='Beer, beach, and pranks'/><author><name>gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18409790445567029653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJtvHoUV0Rk/SpEM4lYooxI/AAAAAAAAAEo/UHkxiLCEGBQ/S220/IMG_2470.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15695872.post-3970499617823869329</id><published>2008-12-18T21:15:00.003+13:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T21:25:41.353+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Of Names That Don't Matter</title><content type='html'>You could say I'm really bored. Alright, I am actually really bored. So bored that I was thinking of a pseudo alter-ego for myself. Well, since I feel like Damian as my alter ego is kinda odd. Almost as if I've outgrown it ever since I have no idea what Alastair calls me now.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That aside, I decided that I might as well keep my original name in this alter ego, well, at least in its initials, just changing everything around. Hmm, here goes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;G. W. C. L.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right. Unfortunately, Gabriel is the only name I could settle for with a G. I'm sorry, but I feel weird taking others. Hmm... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;W's tricky. Walker. Warren. Whitlaw (kinda weird, I know, but I like it). Wyatt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;C's just as bad. Chase. Christian. Corey. Cyril. Cyrus. Gah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe this wasn't so good an idea...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;L... hmm... meh. Since it's a last name... Logan! Why ever not? It brings to mind Gabe Logan. Hahaha. I actually could live with that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually, come to think of it... I've already been called Gabe Logan quite a few times anyway. So maybe not so random after all. Apparently Loh sounds somewhat like Logan (owing to it being pronounced as low with a bit of an 'h')&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15695872-3970499617823869329?l=lostwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/3970499617823869329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15695872&amp;postID=3970499617823869329' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/3970499617823869329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/3970499617823869329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/2008/12/of-names-that-dont-matter.html' title='Of Names That Don&apos;t Matter'/><author><name>gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18409790445567029653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJtvHoUV0Rk/SpEM4lYooxI/AAAAAAAAAEo/UHkxiLCEGBQ/S220/IMG_2470.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15695872.post-10331297378934056</id><published>2008-12-12T20:50:00.005+13:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:56:37.143+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Paid!</title><content type='html'>I have been paid! YUSSS!!! Uhm, that aside.... Casey's back in town (finally), so we got off to a productive day at work today, which was a great change.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got complimented once again for my clothes. Maybe I should drop engineering and just offer my services as a personal shopper (fashion-wise). And I got chucked on the "fashion committee" for the Biomimetics Lab. Apparently they're making some T-shirts for this convention they would be attending, and they seem to think I have good taste in clothes, so.... yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm also in charge of the Secret Santa we'd be having. Oddly enough, the rest of the Bioengineering Institute aren't included, but I'm sorta glad for it, since it gets kinda large to organise after. So yeah, next week looks fun. Secret Santa, LaserStrike, Christmas dinner (Biomimetics) and Christmas lunch (Bioengineering). Awesome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mm, also, I got Marc Jacobs (the lecturer) to get me a bottle of scotch duty-free when he gets back from his trip to San Francisco. YAY! It's cheaper than getting a 700ml bottle of Laphroaig for $57 I guess. Hm, time to head off for now. Cya later!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P/S: I'm getting alot better at using the espresso machine now. Still making flat whites though, mostly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15695872-10331297378934056?l=lostwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/10331297378934056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15695872&amp;postID=10331297378934056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/10331297378934056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/10331297378934056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/2008/12/paid.html' title='Paid!'/><author><name>gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18409790445567029653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJtvHoUV0Rk/SpEM4lYooxI/AAAAAAAAAEo/UHkxiLCEGBQ/S220/IMG_2470.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15695872.post-6575136779079926859</id><published>2008-12-11T20:20:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T20:33:35.696+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>An Encounter with Bell Gully Initiates</title><content type='html'>I was picking up my suit today at Working Style when I saw trouble. Yup, trouble. You can always spot trouble in High St when you see a group of 5 guys, and a chick with a videocam, and especially when the guys are in suit pants and wifebeaters. Definitely not standard High St dress code. And suprisingly, they were right behind me when I walked into the store.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Turns out these &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fine&lt;/span&gt; young gentlemen were from Bell Gully, one of the biggest law firms in NZ, probably the top I believe, and freshly recruited too, from the sounds of it. They were making a video skit as part of their initiation rites for the Christmas presentation or something, and it involved them replacing some Backstreet Boys melody with their own lyrics and video. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this one guy took off his wifebeater and got one of the girls at the shop to take measurements. All the while they had the other guys crowding around him, and doing &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;borderline&lt;/span&gt; homoerotic stuff, like one guy touching his belly or something. Let's just say the people manning the store were amused, the other customer with me was profoundly disturbed, and I was veering between both. Naturally, I felt the urge to stir up the pot a little, so I threw a suggestion their way to make the video more homoerotic by having more hands and sensous movements on the poor dude in question. Which of course brought more laughter his way. Ah well. Glad to see that I don't really have to do that in Engineering, since we get all that sort of stuff out of the way during our study years. Not to mention there's alcohol involved, making all of it more forgettable and fun, of course. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah, that was my brief experience with the boys from Bell Gully, future solicitors and defenders of justice. I shudder a little to think of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15695872-6575136779079926859?l=lostwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/6575136779079926859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15695872&amp;postID=6575136779079926859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/6575136779079926859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/6575136779079926859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/2008/12/encounter-with-bell-gully-initiates.html' title='An Encounter with Bell Gully Initiates'/><author><name>gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18409790445567029653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJtvHoUV0Rk/SpEM4lYooxI/AAAAAAAAAEo/UHkxiLCEGBQ/S220/IMG_2470.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15695872.post-885612590549566201</id><published>2008-12-08T18:56:00.003+13:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T19:21:32.419+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Strange Dreams</title><content type='html'>I've been having odd dreams lately. They always involve me being a survivor of some sort by freak chance of some apocalyptic event, like an ice age, nuclear fallout, rapture, etc. And the world is always in ruins of some sort, and really dystopian (as one would thus expect). Society has broken down to basic banditry, and violence is rather common. Somehow people manage to cling on to certain oddities of society, such as currency. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night was no different. Every night I have different companions in this dreamworld, and this time it was Richie. I suppose I "entered" the dream at the same time I awoke in it in a groggy state from having been near a patch of some weird gas being emitted from some cracks in the ground. I think it registered in my head at the time that it was carbon dioxide and some other miscellaneous gases, and that they somehow caused nausea and/or extreme drowsiness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Iain was fashioning some sort of device to let the gas build up around the area, since it's a rather dense gas, into a sort of pseudo-fence about some wider area. I think it was the area we lived in, or maybe it was some sort of place we wanted to protect. It seemed to make sense at the time, but I wouldn't know for the life of me now what would have been in it. Obviously it was important.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyway, me and Richie were going down to the nearest settlement to buy food. I don't remember how long we were walking along, or where we were. I do remember that looking at the bush and shrubs about the place, it could have been any temperate country, no jungle stuff. Although it was a little warmer than one would expect for a temperate country. And the earth looked a little baked. I remember things being rather yellowed somehow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyway, along the way are all these decrepit buildings, some of which are in obvious states of disrepair. Somehow there was a carpark which was rather intact, but I'll get back to that later. We get to the settlement which looks a little like some old town center. Here's the one oddity I remember from the dream. Somehow, Burger King and MacDonald's were operating. No idea what they were serving, but I remember regarding it with disdain, although I regard it with some disgust in real life anyway, so maybe that wasn't relevant aye?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We get to some place which behaved like a supermarket I guess. Not that it was anything close to it, kinda weird and stuff. Hm, I guess it was about now I realised that the sun was a little hotter than normal. Me and Richie buy some food, and somehow (I have absolutely no idea why) decided that a good form of protection would be to get some sort of syringes with very strong tranquilisers in them. Sorta like darts I guess. I think it had something to do with us not being to afford guns, or maybe guns were rare. I don't remember why, but I knew it wasn't possible for us to get any. Although now that I wonder about it, why not knives? I guess we must have had knives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We begin the long trek home, and back through the carpark. Along the way, we realise that we're being followed. Its kind of obvious really, I guess, since he wasn't making any effort about it. Big hulking fellow. Scary in the way that he's just tall and huge. And he had this grin on his face, as if he knew he was going to catch up to us somehow. And he walked fast too. Us hurrying along didn't help much either, since he somehow closed the gap by the time we reached the second flight of stairs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here comes the second part which didn't make sense. Richie suddenly said something like... "Hey Gabe,...." followed by a string of numbers. Well, this string of numbers was something in the logic of the kind of numbers that you input into a calculator and turn upside down, and it forms a word? Like how 01134 makes hello? Anyway, no idea what the numbers were, but the gist of it was something along the lines of "We're in trouble". And that we were too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He had definitely caught up to us, and there was no knowing what he wanted. I guess he wanted our money and food and whatnot, but like we'd want to get robbed, knowing we'd probably die as well. Thing was though, he was kind of big, and there would be no way we could take him down. Unless those tranquilisers would work. And they're pretty obvious, you know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got them out anyway, since you know, might as well try. And he charged. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I then woke up, feeling utterly confused.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, no idea where these dreams are coming from, but they're pretty weird. Not weird enough to spook me, but just somewhat disquieting. The strangest thing I found is not that I wake up just as something is about to happen to me, but its more of the fact that I kind of wake up as if I told myself to wake up. I don't really know how to explain it, but it just felt like I had to wake up, and I did. Not that it was a vivid dream, since it didn't feel completely real, and I hear in vivid dreams you can control things around you, but it certainly somehow seemed real, and yet surreal somehow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, so that was my weird dream today. Thought I'd share, since well, I got rather bothered this morning over it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15695872-885612590549566201?l=lostwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/885612590549566201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15695872&amp;postID=885612590549566201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/885612590549566201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/885612590549566201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/2008/12/strange-dreams.html' title='Strange Dreams'/><author><name>gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18409790445567029653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJtvHoUV0Rk/SpEM4lYooxI/AAAAAAAAAEo/UHkxiLCEGBQ/S220/IMG_2470.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15695872.post-2687114401339326169</id><published>2008-12-07T22:22:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T22:24:04.028+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>Breakfast Bars Galore</title><content type='html'>Haha, that went well.. I now have 16 breakfast bars! Yay! I'm quite pleased with the way they all held up, so yeah. Looks great. Hm, work early tomorrow, better sleep now. Cya later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15695872-2687114401339326169?l=lostwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/2687114401339326169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15695872&amp;postID=2687114401339326169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/2687114401339326169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/2687114401339326169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/2008/12/breakfast-bars-galore.html' title='Breakfast Bars Galore'/><author><name>gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18409790445567029653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJtvHoUV0Rk/SpEM4lYooxI/AAAAAAAAAEo/UHkxiLCEGBQ/S220/IMG_2470.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15695872.post-6069575822023660696</id><published>2008-12-07T15:06:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T15:08:19.897+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>Baking</title><content type='html'>Making myself breakfast bars at the moment. If my oven works the way I intend it to, and if I didn't fuck up the thing, I should end up with 16 breakfast bars. I could have flattened the mixture a little more, but I was feeling a little lazy, plus those bits kept sticking to my spatula!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll update on my breakfast bars in a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15695872-6069575822023660696?l=lostwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/6069575822023660696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15695872&amp;postID=6069575822023660696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/6069575822023660696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/6069575822023660696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/2008/12/baking.html' title='Baking'/><author><name>gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18409790445567029653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJtvHoUV0Rk/SpEM4lYooxI/AAAAAAAAAEo/UHkxiLCEGBQ/S220/IMG_2470.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15695872.post-990424229458098153</id><published>2008-12-02T20:20:00.003+13:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T20:29:39.958+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Okay... Work... Definitely.</title><content type='html'>Perhaps I spoke too soon. I had barely walked in to see my supervisor for 10 minutes today, when I got plonked down with Tom to "re-design" the experimental rig for the project. Turns out Tom already has a solution he thought up, and so did my supervisor, so I was supposed to create working prototypes of them (first with a drawing, then SolidWorks, then print it onto perspex using the laser cutter). &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Problem was, the ideas were far from completed, hence the "design" aspect. And I had no clue on how to approach this problem either initially, considering that it was a problem from the aspect of mechanical engineering. Let's just say, I get the feeling Tom already knew what he was expecting, or rather, was thinking of the solution as I continuously bugged him with daft questions. More like, I was learning to think of mechanical solutions and then seeing if my ideas were sound. I'll just say that most of it wasn't sound, and I came up with a lot of solutions that didn't make sense. On the other hand, I learnt a tiny smidgen more about the materials we're using for the linear force actuators. They're made from DEAs (Dielectric Elastomeric Actuators), a material that's apparently been around for some time now. Problem was, these actuators generally transmit compressive strains if you hook them up the way we planned for it, so some very ingenious solution was required to make them into tensile forces. Naturally, I floundered for the longest time before Tom rescued me, yet again by suggesting that I use a piece of Perspex as a sort of level to transmit tension. I feel retarded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah, I'm getting used to having a espresso machine at work now, although my coffee making skills are lacking somewhat. Still can't froth the milk to the state I want it to be. Pointers anyone? All I can remember is that you froth until it's just too hot to touch, but I can't remember how much to froth/which depth to froth at, and so on. Oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15695872-990424229458098153?l=lostwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/990424229458098153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15695872&amp;postID=990424229458098153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/990424229458098153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/990424229458098153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/2008/12/okay-work-definitely.html' title='Okay... Work... Definitely.'/><author><name>gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18409790445567029653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJtvHoUV0Rk/SpEM4lYooxI/AAAAAAAAAEo/UHkxiLCEGBQ/S220/IMG_2470.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15695872.post-4871253342605942729</id><published>2008-12-01T21:41:00.003+13:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T21:52:11.493+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Work... or maybe not</title><content type='html'>I'm pretty beat ah. And it's all from gym really, probably because I went early this morning. Yes I know, not the smartest thing I could've done but hey, it fits into my schedule. I just have to get used to it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Work today was kind of... placid? For one, Casey was out of town, and Iain (my supervisor) was out in meetings for the day, so I was pretty much left to my own devices. I spent the better part of 4 hours getting well acquainted with Casey's reading materials ie. the journals he was looking at, as well as his logbook, which he seemed to have left lying around on his desk for some reason (I'm not sure if it was deliberate or him being careless). I also spent 10 minutes trying to work the coffee machine, since it looked kind of different, and also since I'm a bit of an idiot sometimes. Hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did I ever mention that we have a laser cutter at work as well? I had to learn to use it too, although that only took about 10 or so minutes, especially if you already know how to use some sort of CAD software (like SolidWorks, which was used here). I'm pretty bored too, since there was nothing else I had to do, so I took an extended 1 hour lunch break, and left work early at 3. Not to mention the fact that I only started work at about 9.30... so... I only spent 4.5 hours working really. Real productive day, I can tell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shouldn't gripe so much, personally. I guess its good that I'm quite free, although I sorta wish I had some contribution to make to the project, which I find rather fascinating. Problematically, I have no idea what I have to do still. There's so much to do, that I sort of need some direction in this. Maybe I have no initiative of my own to begin work, but I reckon I just need to be pointed in a direction to begin with first before I start finding my way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well, I'm pretty sleepy already anyway, so I reckon I'll just head off to bed for the moment. By the way, did you hear "Spaceman" by The Killers yet? I think its a great song. Anyway, good night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15695872-4871253342605942729?l=lostwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/4871253342605942729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15695872&amp;postID=4871253342605942729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/4871253342605942729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/4871253342605942729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/2008/12/work-or-maybe-not.html' title='Work... or maybe not'/><author><name>gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18409790445567029653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJtvHoUV0Rk/SpEM4lYooxI/AAAAAAAAAEo/UHkxiLCEGBQ/S220/IMG_2470.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15695872.post-3093917564329327415</id><published>2008-11-27T19:17:00.003+13:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T19:34:34.671+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>The Joys of Welding</title><content type='html'>Oh yes, it's joyous indeed. You can barely see anything, so your first weld will probably miss the edge and hit the side of the table before you realise you completely missed the mark and start again. But then you can't find the edge again, so you try and start in the middle of the piece instead, so you backtrack-weld and eventually cause the steel plate to melt because you spent too long trying to weld it. Oh yes, its just so much fun. I could just about kill someone from the sheer enjoyment I derive from it...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway. It's the last day of workshop practice tomorrow, so I'd be rid of this cursed course and can hopefully have more free time (to work) and go to gym. Hm, Smith &amp;amp; Caughey's having a 25% discount sale tomorrow. I must admit I'm quite intrigued by the prospect. Although it'll be undoubtedly pricey, which breaks my heart so. And I want are preppy clothes, which I've never seen anyone but Ralph Lauren, Junya Watanabe, GAP, Gant, et al (there's a few more, but I notice these more) makes. Which basically means no New Zealand label does the look. Sad... since I do like it so... Ah well. =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hm, on another note, it'll be Apple's Black Friday event as well tomorrow. So I might take a look tomorrow and see what I want more. At the moment, it'll probably be a toss between this really nice sports jacket by Hugo Boss that I saw at Smith &amp;amp; Caughey's (which will also inadvertently make me broke) or maybe some really nifty Apple thing, like the iPod touch or maybe even, the MacBook Pro (sigh, I wish). Hm. Or maybe I'll get nothing at all. It all depends on the prices of things really, and I'm none too keen to spend what looks like $500 (even after a discount) on the sports jacket since... well... I have my doubts sometimes about things like these. I love it, and will wear it heaps, but can I justify spending at least $500 on it? It'll probably be cheaper if I was in the States or the UK too =(. How sad that prices get inflated to ridiculous amounts when they get here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, I'm off. Ciao!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Edit: I was just reading Casey's notes (the Masters student whose project I'm doing some work on for the summer) and I found a sentence that finally describes the kind of work I expect to be doing over the summer with some clarity (stolen from his thesis notes): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This study hopes to gain understanding of how mechanical forces affect gene expression, cytoskeleton arrangement, and cell to cell signalling in physiology.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15695872-3093917564329327415?l=lostwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/3093917564329327415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15695872&amp;postID=3093917564329327415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/3093917564329327415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/3093917564329327415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/2008/11/joys-of-welding.html' title='The Joys of Welding'/><author><name>gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18409790445567029653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJtvHoUV0Rk/SpEM4lYooxI/AAAAAAAAAEo/UHkxiLCEGBQ/S220/IMG_2470.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15695872.post-943660227682659236</id><published>2008-11-24T23:19:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T23:26:11.236+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>A movie marathon - maybe a jog</title><content type='html'>I watched 4 movies over 2 nights, and most of them would be considered festival type films: Juno; The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford; Atonement; and La Vie en Rose. It only occurred to me after watching all four that I like movies that are somewhat sad. The ones that I liked best of the two? The Assassination of Jesse James, and Atonement. Only because they were so... sad... touching in a way. And so cinematographically beautiful.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know its a bit late to be watching either of the 4 movies, but I've been rather busy this year, so I haven't had as much time to watch movies as I'd like. I'm entirely happy I saw those movies, and I absolutely love it. As much as I liked 3:10 to Yuma in fact. It was somehow sad as well, which brings me back to the theory that I like sad stories. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I made a drill gauge in workshop practice today. Yay! It's utterly useless except for looking somewhat pretty in all its polished steelness (I filed at it and sandpapered it to give it a finished look, I'm so proud of myself). I think it'll make a wonderful paperweight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Off to bed, I have gym and workshop practice again, for pretty much the rest of the week. Then after that it'll be work and gym. Ciao!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15695872-943660227682659236?l=lostwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/943660227682659236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15695872&amp;postID=943660227682659236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/943660227682659236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/943660227682659236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/2008/11/movie-marathon-maybe-jog.html' title='A movie marathon - maybe a jog'/><author><name>gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18409790445567029653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJtvHoUV0Rk/SpEM4lYooxI/AAAAAAAAAEo/UHkxiLCEGBQ/S220/IMG_2470.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15695872.post-2822478438414325411</id><published>2008-11-23T18:25:00.004+13:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T18:32:55.409+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>My brief holiday... is ending!</title><content type='html'>Its sad, but my summer holidays are over. Tomorrow I begin workshop practice, the prelude into my summer job. Then summer work begins, and my holidays at the beach will rapidly drop to nil. My tan might fade because I don't have enough time to wander around and lie in the sun.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's sad, I know. But oh well, c'est la vie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Going out for dinner tonight with some mates at the Canton Cafe. Sounds pretty good actually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bought Nigella Express (yes, I love Nigella Lawson, though she is no professional chef), but I was honest-to-God debating buying the French Cafe Cookbook instead. The French Cafe is one of the top restaurants in Auckland. And the food looks exquisite, plus you have to book it weeks, if not months in advance. And the hefty price tag associated with it makes it impossible for me to sample its culinary brilliance anytime soon. I did skim through the pages of the cookbook though, and it looks gorgeous. I was literally drooling over the recipes in the book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm still very satisfied with Nigella Express though. It has a lot of great quick dishes to cook on the go, although I've noticed that Nigella is a woman who doesn't seem to mind deriving some of her cooking ingredients from specialist stores and markets, as compared to said professional chefs who prefer making their lovely sauces from scratch. Oh well, differences I suppose. And speed is always sometimes useful. Maybe I'll look through some more books on fast cooking and absorb their little spiel on fast cooking before I form any prejudices on how quick cooking should be done. Although, like I said before, Nigella Express is a treasure trove of a book. I almost wish there were more recipes to be included on it, but I'm being greedy here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ooh, I had best get ready to go. I wouldn't want to be late would I?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15695872-2822478438414325411?l=lostwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/2822478438414325411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15695872&amp;postID=2822478438414325411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/2822478438414325411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/2822478438414325411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-brief-holiday-is-ending.html' title='My brief holiday... is ending!'/><author><name>gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18409790445567029653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJtvHoUV0Rk/SpEM4lYooxI/AAAAAAAAAEo/UHkxiLCEGBQ/S220/IMG_2470.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15695872.post-5406502529174508535</id><published>2008-11-21T20:40:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T20:42:33.899+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>Tent on a Van</title><content type='html'>Here lies Iain's tent, on the 19th November around 3:00 PM, shortly after Tony yanked out the pegs and tied it down to the Jesus van, which belongs to the church Iain's mum works for. It was soooo hilarious at the time. Iain was none too impressed however. I wish I could find a picture that showed his reaction to it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJtvHoUV0Rk/SSZmS9ESmQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/M1Bv9EJdBos/s400/n541967666_2134365_4155.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271012889699981570" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15695872-5406502529174508535?l=lostwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/5406502529174508535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15695872&amp;postID=5406502529174508535' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/5406502529174508535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/5406502529174508535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/2008/11/tent-on-van.html' title='Tent on a Van'/><author><name>gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18409790445567029653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJtvHoUV0Rk/SpEM4lYooxI/AAAAAAAAAEo/UHkxiLCEGBQ/S220/IMG_2470.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJtvHoUV0Rk/SSZmS9ESmQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/M1Bv9EJdBos/s72-c/n541967666_2134365_4155.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15695872.post-662146206451744228</id><published>2008-11-21T12:36:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T12:40:11.997+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>Hmm...</title><content type='html'>I noticed this on Scotty's album, so I thought I'd upload it here too. The background to this picture is rather simple. I think it started off with Adrian giving Ange a head massage, then Kane (not pictured) wanted one, but Adrian said it would be weird or something. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then Adrian proceeded to give Tony one, making Kane annoyed/jealous. Yeah, whatever. Then I got one from Ange with Tony lying next to me on Ange's lap who was lying in Adrian's lap. So here it is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJtvHoUV0Rk/SSX1N9XBvHI/AAAAAAAAAAc/mX4lfgoQVD8/s400/n1213235352_30222526_5281.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270888559065283698" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15695872-662146206451744228?l=lostwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/662146206451744228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15695872&amp;postID=662146206451744228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/662146206451744228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/662146206451744228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/2008/11/hmm.html' title='Hmm...'/><author><name>gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18409790445567029653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJtvHoUV0Rk/SpEM4lYooxI/AAAAAAAAAEo/UHkxiLCEGBQ/S220/IMG_2470.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJtvHoUV0Rk/SSX1N9XBvHI/AAAAAAAAAAc/mX4lfgoQVD8/s72-c/n1213235352_30222526_5281.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15695872.post-6344815713108812003</id><published>2008-11-20T21:48:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T22:08:09.635+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Back</title><content type='html'>I was going to write earlier, but I got very sleepy and fell asleep for the last 7 hours. I think I'm coming down with a cold, which kinda sucks.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Camping was fun, although I wish it was warmer than it would be and that the sun would be out more. I also found out that I was very very good at 500, at least when I was playing with Charlie, Darien, Ethan, and so on. And, shockingly I didn't finish my bottle of Bacardi I brought, but I blame my developing cold for that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all, it was an awesome trip, I had heaps of fun at the beach, except for two instances yesterday, one when I decided (rather stupidly) to take a morning shower. The water was FREEZING!!! In fact, I didn't feel so good after that one. The stupidity then continued at midday when I went for a swim in the ocean. The sun was mostly hiden, problematically, which only made the water colder. I probably got hypothermic shock from that as a result. No idea... although I was feeling rather feverish today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We lit bonfires at the beach every night, and drank to celebrate... well, I don't know what we were celebrating really. The end of exams, life, youth? Whatever it was, it was a damn good celebration. And the sand was really nice and clean. I have a little bit of a tan from the trip too, so that's good. Could do with more I guess, but there wasn't enough sun anyway, and we didn't stay long enough. Another day would probably have covered me, tan-wise, although I would have been down with the cold then, so I'm not sure how that'd work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My god, Cathy was up at 5:30 yesterday morning cleaning up the general campsite, and woke me up. And me being a light sleeper didn't make it any easier either, considering that I barely caught a wink of sleep the night before. I have no idea how much sleep I got over the two nights, but I'll bet you it's less than 10 hours in total.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My nature of hangovers appear to be shifting. This morning I was rather suprised to discover that I didn't have my normal hangovers (the seasick vertigo types). I instead had the mother of all headaches for my hangover instead. Its definitely a slightly more welcome change, since I don't feel like puking my guts out with this type of hangover, although slightly worrying in that I appear to be changing. I mean, I discovered that I had a huge gap in my memory from the night before as well, which was extremely disconcerting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I woke up early in the morning suddenly to find myself in bed with my sleeping bag draped over me, when my last conscious memory was standing up at the beach and talking to uhm... Timmy and Iain and whoever else? Apparently I was actually still alright, very drunk, but still conscious and moving and talking. Whatever it was, I actually don't remember any of it. Which was very very worrying too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing much happened from what I could gather anyway, in my regards. I apparently traded my usual jibes with Drake, ran around trying to find my bottle of Barcardi and the bottle of red wine I had. More interestingly, I learnt that I missed out of the bit where Iain was running around and Timmy, thinking that Tom was Iain, tackled him. Then they started wrestling, and apparently Tom was humping Tim, or something like that. And later Tony came up to Drake completely nude and uhh, made disturbing passes at him. Haha, that would have been gold. According to Mihailo, I actually was there and apparently made some comment, but I really do not remember any of that anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, we actually got Iain to streak anyway! That was kinda funny, me, Kane (Timmy's brother), Tony, and Charlie sorta peer-pressured Iain to do it with us, and we went streaking all across the bonfire site at the beach. Oh yeah, it's a nudist beach anyway, so nothing illegal, although most of us were apprehensive about going in the nude, so it made streaking all the more fun. Hehe. It was quite a while since I did that last anyway, and when I commented on it to Iain, he was like: "It actually sounds like something you'd do anyway". WHATTT? I give off streaker, fratboy vibes? I doubt I embody those stereotypes. Do I? Hmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pretty tired, and that was a massive rant on my part. More sleep..... Night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15695872-6344815713108812003?l=lostwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/6344815713108812003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15695872&amp;postID=6344815713108812003' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/6344815713108812003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/6344815713108812003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/2008/11/back.html' title='Back'/><author><name>gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18409790445567029653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJtvHoUV0Rk/SpEM4lYooxI/AAAAAAAAAEo/UHkxiLCEGBQ/S220/IMG_2470.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15695872.post-6084202430529554076</id><published>2008-11-18T10:01:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T10:05:02.891+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Open Survey (of sorts)</title><content type='html'>Alright, out of general curiosity, I'll just leave this one open indefinitely, so reply whenever. I've noticed that engineering students in New Zealand tend to dress badly, or at least poorly when compared to Science majors, Medicine, Pharmacy, Law, etc. How true is this over wherever you are? Bear in mind that I mean most, not all =)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a feeling Singapore's exempt from the rule, since it's a little too hot. And how do I define poorly dressed? Hm, that's a hard one. I dunno, I guess they just look sloppy in a way? Or a general refusal to wear anything but t-shirts? I can't define it because it's based on what I see. Plus I'm bad at explaining stuff (as I've already established in my interactions with fellow students during lessons). Anyway, gotta get back to last minute packing. Ciao!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15695872-6084202430529554076?l=lostwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/6084202430529554076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15695872&amp;postID=6084202430529554076' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/6084202430529554076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/6084202430529554076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/2008/11/open-survey-of-sorts.html' title='Open Survey (of sorts)'/><author><name>gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18409790445567029653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJtvHoUV0Rk/SpEM4lYooxI/AAAAAAAAAEo/UHkxiLCEGBQ/S220/IMG_2470.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15695872.post-2775092441253974152</id><published>2008-11-17T18:34:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T18:40:11.306+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>God the weather sucks now. I wish it were all sunny again, but it was pouring, then drizzling all day today. I honestly hope that it doesn't stay like this over the next 2 days on the camping trip.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was a relatively uneventful day... I went gymming as usual, then bought myself a nice pair of black lace-ups. Hm, what else...?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh right, I met up with Richie later as well, but instead of watching a movie, he kinda dragged me - well, he didn't really need to, since I didn't mind - to a netcafe where we played some Warcraft 3. Yeah, sad, I know. Okay, fine, not very sad at all. I got thrashed, since Richie plays more than I do. Suprising, huh? He's actually quite geeky. It amuses me somewhat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I even got to use the "You dress like an engineer" insult on him, since he didn't bother bringing a change of shorts (and was hence wearing his gym shorts), although he at least changed his shirt, or I would have dragged him to the department store and blitzed him with fragrance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, dinner time. See y'all later, maybe when I get back from camping... Ciao!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15695872-2775092441253974152?l=lostwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/2775092441253974152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15695872&amp;postID=2775092441253974152' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/2775092441253974152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/2775092441253974152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/2008/11/god-weather-sucks-now.html' title=''/><author><name>gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18409790445567029653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJtvHoUV0Rk/SpEM4lYooxI/AAAAAAAAAEo/UHkxiLCEGBQ/S220/IMG_2470.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15695872.post-1632850816007546634</id><published>2008-11-14T21:53:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T22:05:43.964+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>FREEDOM!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...to the shores of freedom ... where no one lives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, I guess quoting "Honey and the Moon" wasn't particularly relevant to me finishing my exams, but I still really like the song, so what can I say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, it's all over, the exams are all finished for this year, and I can rest. And boy was it ever a terrible exam. I didn't want to have to do a "Regurgitate a summary of your 20-page report". Which I didn't manage to finish anyway, but ah well. Did most of the rest of the exam, so I hope I'd be fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gym and Danny's tomorrow, movie with Richie on Sunday, and gym on Monday, then camping on Tuesday!!! Wow, my schedule's packed. Workshop practice in two weeks though =( I don't wanna do workshop practice. Gotta suck it up I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Golly, I do seriously have cravings for a martini... Too bad I'm out of olives and vermouth. And I'm not going to just drink gin. I'm not that much of an alcoholic yet, heh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me and Rhys have developed an interesting relationship, it seems. We'd good-naturedly bicker and I'll continuously diss him and put him down. And sometimes he does the same, but I probably have dished out more insults at him than he has at me. One of my worse ones being: "You dress like an engineer". Oooh, ouch, if anyone understands the stereotype. I suppose it was fitting though, since he IS an engineer after all, but then again, I apparently don't dress like one, or whatever. Too much thinking into this topic confuses me. And as Tim likes to say "Gabby's always confused". Thanks, Tim. You sure are helping my cause here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so I end with a particular set of lines from Joseph Arthur's song still stuck in my head... Ciao!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but right now... everything is turning blue...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and right now... the sun is trying to kill the moon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and right now... I wish I could follow you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to the shores of freedom... where no one lives...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15695872-1632850816007546634?l=lostwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/1632850816007546634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15695872&amp;postID=1632850816007546634' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/1632850816007546634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/1632850816007546634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/2008/11/freedom.html' title='FREEDOM!!'/><author><name>gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18409790445567029653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJtvHoUV0Rk/SpEM4lYooxI/AAAAAAAAAEo/UHkxiLCEGBQ/S220/IMG_2470.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15695872.post-7555748491905306542</id><published>2008-11-10T19:46:00.003+13:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T19:51:51.244+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><title type='text'>Inspiration</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, it can be really difficult to keep pressing on. I'm not just referring to my exam studies right now of course, which is - pressingly urgent - yes, but there's always more things this could be applied to as well. In times like these, I find that it's great to find your source of inspiration to forge ahead. Some of my mates are my inspiration to get me through these particularly tough times.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone has their own source from which they derive this inspiration. What's yours?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P/S: Paid off the deposit for the suit today. $1200 for now, $1150 when it's done. Ouch! =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15695872-7555748491905306542?l=lostwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/7555748491905306542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15695872&amp;postID=7555748491905306542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/7555748491905306542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/7555748491905306542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/2008/11/inspiration.html' title='Inspiration'/><author><name>gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18409790445567029653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJtvHoUV0Rk/SpEM4lYooxI/AAAAAAAAAEo/UHkxiLCEGBQ/S220/IMG_2470.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15695872.post-6266014915062880292</id><published>2008-11-08T22:42:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T22:47:01.224+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Reform</title><content type='html'>The election results are out: National has won over Labour. Capitalists over Socialists. Whatever you want to call it, the government is changing once more for the first time in quite a few years. About time too. Although I still personally don't agree with some National's policies. But hey, change is good.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last exam on Friday, I just can't wait. I went down to Working Style to make myself a suit, which would cost me about $2300 I think. I suppose it's not too bad a price to pay for a made to measure though, and it's in a lovely shade of charcoal gray. Yay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I happened to see &lt;a href="http://edition.cnn.com/2008/CRIME/11/07/child.charged.ap/index.html?eref=rss_topstories"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; on the headlines of CNN. An 8-year-old has been charged with premeditated murder. Insane huh? I never thought that would ever be possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15695872-6266014915062880292?l=lostwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/6266014915062880292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15695872&amp;postID=6266014915062880292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/6266014915062880292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/6266014915062880292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/2008/11/reform.html' title='Reform'/><author><name>gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18409790445567029653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJtvHoUV0Rk/SpEM4lYooxI/AAAAAAAAAEo/UHkxiLCEGBQ/S220/IMG_2470.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15695872.post-4950715522140035675</id><published>2008-10-29T10:13:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T10:16:12.734+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><title type='text'>EXAM EXAM EXAM</title><content type='html'>ARGHHHH!!!!! MEDSCI TOMORROW!!! So panicked, so panicked, so panicked. I just want the holidays and the pleasant summer to begin already....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15695872-4950715522140035675?l=lostwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/4950715522140035675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15695872&amp;postID=4950715522140035675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/4950715522140035675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/4950715522140035675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/2008/10/exam-exam-exam.html' title='EXAM EXAM EXAM'/><author><name>gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18409790445567029653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJtvHoUV0Rk/SpEM4lYooxI/AAAAAAAAAEo/UHkxiLCEGBQ/S220/IMG_2470.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15695872.post-513584253112209516</id><published>2008-10-25T13:58:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T14:05:32.298+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>End of Daze</title><content type='html'>It certainly has been a very long time since I posted last. Truthfully though, I've been rather busy with the projects, assignments and tests that have suddenly cropped up of late. It's all over now though, and I've got to study for my first exam this Thursday. Darn.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday was a pretty fun day, apart from the test of course. After that was such a great time. We went to Shadz, then left since it got packed. Then hung around and watched the indoor soccer. (Me and the EngSci crew, that is). Then off to the EngSci/BME BBQ, which was great as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The barbeque ended at about 7, when we decided to go to a nearby pub where Stein 2 was held. Coincidentally, we met up with the mechanical engineering crew, so that was pretty fun too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I spent about at least 2 hours dancing nonstop. My calf muscles hurt. Like, actually hurt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some pretty hot chick was dancing with me for quite some time. Pretty fun too, since she seemed interested, and came up to me asking for my name and whatnot. Problematically, I was very much in the happy drunk zone at the time, and it never occured to me to ask for her number =( until about an hour after she left. Hehe, ah well. There's always more fish in the sea. Hm, she was older too. I'm thinking mid 20's. Sigh, gotta study now. Exam is far too soon, and I'm feeling far too underprepared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15695872-513584253112209516?l=lostwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/513584253112209516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15695872&amp;postID=513584253112209516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/513584253112209516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/513584253112209516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/2008/10/end-of-daze.html' title='End of Daze'/><author><name>gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18409790445567029653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJtvHoUV0Rk/SpEM4lYooxI/AAAAAAAAAEo/UHkxiLCEGBQ/S220/IMG_2470.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15695872.post-3047088449061823859</id><published>2008-10-07T17:38:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T17:41:33.878+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Gaps in my memories</title><content type='html'>It appears that I may not remember Thursday night as fully as I thought I had. I was pretty sure that my memory was, on the whole, intact until Tim had to get me to a cab. I was talking to James today, and it turns out I left the bar briefly with him to go to Burger King to get food. Of course it would have been closed at the time, but I really don't remember that. Freaky... What else did I forget? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It looks as though this is the advent of my forgetfulness. I used to be able to pride myself on not forgetting much even when I got wasted, the exception being when I was unconscious. Now it looks like I can no longer claim that. I'm slightly perturbed as to what else I may have done that I wasn't aware about on Thursday night now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15695872-3047088449061823859?l=lostwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/3047088449061823859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15695872&amp;postID=3047088449061823859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/3047088449061823859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/3047088449061823859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/2008/10/gaps-in-my-memories.html' title='Gaps in my memories'/><author><name>gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18409790445567029653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJtvHoUV0Rk/SpEM4lYooxI/AAAAAAAAAEo/UHkxiLCEGBQ/S220/IMG_2470.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15695872.post-6538875256445940219</id><published>2008-10-03T23:21:00.003+13:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T23:35:38.415+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Ughhh.....</title><content type='html'>Wow, today was... a long day. I suppose I should start from yesterday though. Last night was Stein 4. Awesome, but I may have had too much to drink. I ended up chucking my guts badly at the end, but  with the exception of that last unpleasantness, the night was awesome. I must thank Tim for saving me at the end and making sure I got to the cab. Thanks Tim. You are a great guy.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't chuck anymore that night though, thank goodness for that. But morning came, and with it the inevitable hangover. Let's just say it didn't end till 1pm. I had to flag all my lectures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But anyway, went for dinner and Malcolm and Gayle tonight. That was pretty fun. We decided that we'd do ice-cream next time as well. And oh, I saw someone on the way to the bus stop who was wearing EXACTLY the same jacket I was wearing. It was sooo amusing too, since we noticed at the same time. Random, I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gotta get some sleep. Need some rest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15695872-6538875256445940219?l=lostwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/6538875256445940219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15695872&amp;postID=6538875256445940219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/6538875256445940219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/6538875256445940219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/2008/10/ughhh.html' title='Ughhh.....'/><author><name>gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18409790445567029653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJtvHoUV0Rk/SpEM4lYooxI/AAAAAAAAAEo/UHkxiLCEGBQ/S220/IMG_2470.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15695872.post-8957586121895920535</id><published>2008-09-30T17:20:00.004+13:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T17:32:49.667+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>I figured I hadn't made a post in quite some time, so I might as well touch base.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've finally done away with the Instrumentation and Mechanics assignment, although I finished the Mechanics one with only 15 minutes to go before it was due. Whew! Dodged the bullet there. Now all I have to worry about is the programming assignment, which is more like an assignment in theory than anything else. And additionally, which makes it more boring and annoying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got myself a summer internship with the university just this morning. I'm extremely stoked about that, and it was extremely fortuituous as well considering that I was just talking to one of my lecturers when he mentioned one of the projects his Masters student was doing. Well, anyway, I've signed myself on that project after he offered it to me, so it's all sweet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not exactly sure how much scope is being covered, but from what I understand, the project is to develop a working device to deliver controlled physical strains to a thin sheet of a living bone cell culture, thus allowing people with interests in that field to understand how bone remodels itself to varying strains. I personally think it's great. I would have offered to help the Masters student, Casey, with it in my spare time, but unfortunately I still have all this crap loaded on me, and I wouldn't want to commit to helping so early especially with exams coming up. Wouldn't want to leave him all high and dry, you know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That said, I should probably get to finishing off my programming assignment so I can go to the Stein with a free mind. Peace out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P/S: Having withdrawal symptoms for martinis. Help!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15695872-8957586121895920535?l=lostwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/8957586121895920535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15695872&amp;postID=8957586121895920535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/8957586121895920535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/8957586121895920535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/2008/09/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18409790445567029653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJtvHoUV0Rk/SpEM4lYooxI/AAAAAAAAAEo/UHkxiLCEGBQ/S220/IMG_2470.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15695872.post-5350803732924355981</id><published>2008-09-24T21:45:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T21:46:07.866+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='entertainment'/><title type='text'>Oooh, the drama...</title><content type='html'>...that is Gossip Girl. What else did you expect? Yeah, I finally found the time to watch it today. Makes me wanna see the next episode. Random, huh? Whoever thought I'd be one to watch Gossip Girl?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15695872-5350803732924355981?l=lostwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/5350803732924355981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15695872&amp;postID=5350803732924355981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/5350803732924355981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/5350803732924355981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/2008/09/oooh-drama.html' title='Oooh, the drama...'/><author><name>gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18409790445567029653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJtvHoUV0Rk/SpEM4lYooxI/AAAAAAAAAEo/UHkxiLCEGBQ/S220/IMG_2470.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15695872.post-2732381453319117057</id><published>2008-09-23T20:20:00.003+12:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T20:23:38.838+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The rest of my test results are out... 79% for Programming, 85% for Mechanics. I guess it's not too bad now, is it?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stein #4 is not this Thursday, but next Thursday! Yeah! Now I know I have something to look forward to next week when I'm drowning in my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;MedSci&lt;/span&gt; labs and my other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;miscellaneous&lt;/span&gt; labs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15695872-2732381453319117057?l=lostwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/2732381453319117057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15695872&amp;postID=2732381453319117057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/2732381453319117057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/2732381453319117057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/2008/09/rest-of-my-test-results-are-out.html' title=''/><author><name>gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18409790445567029653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJtvHoUV0Rk/SpEM4lYooxI/AAAAAAAAAEo/UHkxiLCEGBQ/S220/IMG_2470.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15695872.post-5982728095064091717</id><published>2008-09-22T22:01:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T22:03:51.668+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='entertainment'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh my god, this seriously takes the cake. Or maybe I find insensitivity amusing.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJtvHoUV0Rk/SNdtPgFGsAI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xKMK8bZubZk/s400/fail-owned-suicide-ad-placement-fail.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248784003800412162" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15695872-5982728095064091717?l=lostwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/5982728095064091717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15695872&amp;postID=5982728095064091717' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/5982728095064091717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/5982728095064091717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/2008/09/oh-my-god-this-seriously-takes-cake.html' title=''/><author><name>gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18409790445567029653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJtvHoUV0Rk/SpEM4lYooxI/AAAAAAAAAEo/UHkxiLCEGBQ/S220/IMG_2470.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJtvHoUV0Rk/SNdtPgFGsAI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xKMK8bZubZk/s72-c/fail-owned-suicide-ad-placement-fail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15695872.post-9031279639134510600</id><published>2008-09-22T21:12:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T21:18:36.150+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><title type='text'>The Cycle Begins Anew</title><content type='html'>Yes it does. Monday bloody Monday. A few new breaks to the cycle though...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I skipped MEDSCI lectures today and went to gym instead. Hurrah! That was fun, although I am one lecture short in knowledge of the lungs. Or something. Meh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hear there will be a Stein this Thursday. KEEN! So keen to go. Omg omg omg omg I need a break already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had to waste money calling this guy's cellphone because he's the Sales Manager for this online company I'm buying a new phone off, and they didn't send me ANY updates whatsoever. That really pisses me off. I mean, seriously, I'm pretty used to buying stuff online now, and I get a response pretty much instantly when they ship my orders over, or if they're out of stock like &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;those&lt;/span&gt; fools were. Jeez. I mean, gosh, its not hard to check and tell me if my order is going to be backordered is it? And go ahead and waste a week of my time being slow about it, and only inform me when I check with you, especially when you &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;require&lt;/span&gt; my feedback. Gah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Going for steak this Friday! YAY! And I got 85.7% for MEDSCI! YAY! I'm quite happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P/S: I just noticed a slightly excessive use of capitalisation. Oh well. I guess I can live with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15695872-9031279639134510600?l=lostwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/9031279639134510600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15695872&amp;postID=9031279639134510600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/9031279639134510600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/9031279639134510600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/2008/09/cycle-begins-anew.html' title='The Cycle Begins Anew'/><author><name>gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18409790445567029653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJtvHoUV0Rk/SpEM4lYooxI/AAAAAAAAAEo/UHkxiLCEGBQ/S220/IMG_2470.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15695872.post-5848615293138154284</id><published>2008-09-21T22:15:00.001+12:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T22:18:24.364+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><title type='text'>DIE MOUSEY DIE</title><content type='html'>Really, I do hate my research project. I have to (me and 4 others actually) research the feasibility of creating an ECG device to be implanted in a mouse and write a report. Sounds simple, fun, and easy, I know. Then you get into it, with little background in electronics, and you realise that some things cannot be done that easily. You hit a giant brick wall which requires you to spend hours and hours of fruitless research because the easiest solution is not viable: Steal another company's working ECG device and backengineer it. Damn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15695872-5848615293138154284?l=lostwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/5848615293138154284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15695872&amp;postID=5848615293138154284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/5848615293138154284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/5848615293138154284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/2008/09/die-mousey-die.html' title='DIE MOUSEY DIE'/><author><name>gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18409790445567029653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJtvHoUV0Rk/SpEM4lYooxI/AAAAAAAAAEo/UHkxiLCEGBQ/S220/IMG_2470.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15695872.post-2659234263366668198</id><published>2008-09-18T21:05:00.005+12:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T21:21:27.870+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>it's been hectic</title><content type='html'>I've just finished my last test for quite a while. I've had two, in case you were wondering. MEDSCI 142 (Organ Systems), worth 28% and COMPSYS 202 (Object Oriented Programming), worth 15%. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't had much time to rest or do anything since the end of the holidays till now. So I mark my moment of freedom with a blog post. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Summer studentship applications have just begun to open up over here for BME/EngSci. I intend to submit my application once I talk to a few staff members about the viability of a project in tissue engineering. I reckon it'd be great to do a project in that anyway, seeing as that's the field I'm most interested in at the moment. There might be other fields, but I'm not too aware of them. Considering that our lecturers here focus on modelling, instrumentation, and to some extent, neo-metallic materials (or other materials for use in prostheses), I don't really know what else is done in BME.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pretty tired to be honest. It's been a very long day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15695872-2659234263366668198?l=lostwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/2659234263366668198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15695872&amp;postID=2659234263366668198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/2659234263366668198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/2659234263366668198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-been-hectic.html' title='it&apos;s been hectic'/><author><name>gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18409790445567029653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJtvHoUV0Rk/SpEM4lYooxI/AAAAAAAAAEo/UHkxiLCEGBQ/S220/IMG_2470.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15695872.post-4876459332023579926</id><published>2008-09-13T21:05:00.005+12:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T21:17:30.194+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>Food and drink?</title><content type='html'>The holidays are ending... I've still got tons of work, and my study devoted to MEDSCI 142 (test next Wednesday) amounts to just 2 hours. I'm fucked... On the other hand, I guess I've been de-stressing a little. It does help quite a bit, I must say. I've been pretty tired recently.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although, recently, I've been having sufficiently strong cravings for a nice steak and maybe a bottle of Sam Adams to have with. And additionally, I'm also wanting to have a nice glass of single malt scotch, like Macallan's Fine Oak range or Talisker, or even  Aberlour. Whatever, you know. I just want a good scotch I can appreciate. I'll have to add getting one to my list, after all the other things first though. Like a new cellphone. Hmm, what to get, what to get...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just read Sandra's post, and even though I had dinner two hours back, I'm getting hungry again looking at the Big Breakfast picture she posted there. ARGH! I'm craving foods.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I might probably take Malcolm out for dinner one of these days since he's been so nice recently, and well, I feel like taking him out for a treat. Hmm, the steakhouse down at the Harbour sounds like a good place, ah?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P/S: Off-topic, but recently one of the ladies at the department store downtown gave me a tester for a relatively recent Guerlain fragrance, Guerlain Homme. I must say I quite like it, its got green tea, lime, rum, bergamot, and a few other things. Pretty bland, but still not bad. I still like Mitsuoko and Vetiver by Guerlain more though. Or even Fahrenheit by Christian Dior.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15695872-4876459332023579926?l=lostwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/4876459332023579926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15695872&amp;postID=4876459332023579926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/4876459332023579926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/4876459332023579926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/2008/09/food-and-drink.html' title='Food and drink?'/><author><name>gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18409790445567029653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJtvHoUV0Rk/SpEM4lYooxI/AAAAAAAAAEo/UHkxiLCEGBQ/S220/IMG_2470.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15695872.post-7203020728054211836</id><published>2008-09-06T22:54:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T22:59:23.182+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><title type='text'>I hate retards</title><content type='html'>Really, I do. Why does the Engineering Faculty see fit to let idiots in? WHY? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was marking the first year projects for programming, and its HORRIBLE. I can forgive bad commenting, but nonsensical code? Attempts at humour? NO! OH GOD, for the last time, references to the Matrix are not even funny any more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And don't any of them ever learn that continuously plugging numbers back at the user would only frustrate them? No one really wants to know what they typed into the keyboard when it's still plain visible. And no one wants to see what variables the program is working with either, unless they asked for it! IDIOTS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The worst one by far was this random chick's one who somehow managed to screw up her output file, and it kept spitting out 2MB files at me, which seemed to grow at a double rate every time I ran it. Seriously. It was at 16MB before I decided I couldn't make head or tail of what she did. At least it's over. I don't even want to think about it anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15695872-7203020728054211836?l=lostwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/7203020728054211836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15695872&amp;postID=7203020728054211836' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/7203020728054211836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/7203020728054211836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-hate-retards.html' title='I hate retards'/><author><name>gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18409790445567029653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJtvHoUV0Rk/SpEM4lYooxI/AAAAAAAAAEo/UHkxiLCEGBQ/S220/IMG_2470.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15695872.post-4480929583495171336</id><published>2008-09-04T09:39:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T09:45:37.061+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;I've been thinking... *Whoa!* I really have? *World implodes on a massive scale due to paradox*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;No, actually, I have been thinking, well, since I was having a conversation with someone I knew about Shadz and stuff last Friday. Turns out they didn't like to hang around some of the first year guys from Engineering because they're "arrogant jocks". Which I got a little offended by. No idea why though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;I'm quite far away to be classified a jock, although I suppose the reason why I fit in so well with them as well as others is because to some extent, I do think like them. I have yet to test this theory of mine, but it does make sense. More sense than me fitting in well with everyone, since I've already picked that theory full of holes, especially after I noted myself omitting certain persons, as well as being almost racist at times. So I'll now go with the "I have the jock mentality" theory. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Wow, I'm a sad soul. I can't believe I'm thinking about stuff like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;I better go to gym. Then maybe get down to doing more work. Have fun yeah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15695872-4480929583495171336?l=lostwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/4480929583495171336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15695872&amp;postID=4480929583495171336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/4480929583495171336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/4480929583495171336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/2008/09/ive-been-thinking.html' title=''/><author><name>gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18409790445567029653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJtvHoUV0Rk/SpEM4lYooxI/AAAAAAAAAEo/UHkxiLCEGBQ/S220/IMG_2470.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15695872.post-8306613673550840074</id><published>2008-09-03T20:48:00.003+12:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T20:55:58.309+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>YEAH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;FIELD TRIP 2 IS GONNA HAPPEN!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Haha, for the masses who wouldn't know what I'm talking about, Field Trip 2 is the (un)official continuation of Field Trip 1 for ENGSCI/BME (Engineering Science &amp;amp; Biomedical Engineering). Like the first field trip, it will involve all of ENGSCI/BME from Year 2, and probably (in itself being an absolute certainty) involve copious amounts of alcohol. Unlike the previous field trip, it will NOT involve visits to job sites, thus freeing up more time to play on the beach, and get drunk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;The only sad thing this time round is the fact that we're not funded by the Department, since its unofficial and all. But hey, Field Trip 1 was awesome, and Field Trip 2 will be too. And it'll be a fitting end to the exams too. I'm stoked. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15695872-8306613673550840074?l=lostwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/8306613673550840074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15695872&amp;postID=8306613673550840074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/8306613673550840074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/8306613673550840074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/2008/09/yeah.html' title='YEAH!'/><author><name>gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18409790445567029653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJtvHoUV0Rk/SpEM4lYooxI/AAAAAAAAAEo/UHkxiLCEGBQ/S220/IMG_2470.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15695872.post-7878627264190666359</id><published>2008-09-03T15:11:00.001+12:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T15:13:28.079+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Strange Things...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;It appears that in Japan, anything is possible. Including paid seducers and relationship counselors who help to either break a couple up or reconcile them... Yeah, odd huh? I found this article when I was trawling through the web, over &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://women.timesonline.co.uk/tol/life_and_style/women/relationships/article4619389.ece"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;. I guess its a bit of an interesting read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15695872-7878627264190666359?l=lostwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/7878627264190666359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15695872&amp;postID=7878627264190666359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/7878627264190666359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/7878627264190666359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/2008/09/strange-things.html' title='Strange Things...'/><author><name>gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18409790445567029653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJtvHoUV0Rk/SpEM4lYooxI/AAAAAAAAAEo/UHkxiLCEGBQ/S220/IMG_2470.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15695872.post-1303565611388570809</id><published>2008-09-02T21:48:00.003+12:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T21:52:45.942+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Found this on Wondermark.com... Its called #291: In which Notability in determined:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJtvHoUV0Rk/SL0MkRPKpwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/APWb9KH35cI/s1600-h/291.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJtvHoUV0Rk/SL0MkRPKpwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/APWb9KH35cI/s400/291.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241359358570964738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15695872-1303565611388570809?l=lostwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/1303565611388570809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15695872&amp;postID=1303565611388570809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/1303565611388570809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/1303565611388570809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/2008/09/found-this-on-wondermark.html' title=''/><author><name>gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18409790445567029653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJtvHoUV0Rk/SpEM4lYooxI/AAAAAAAAAEo/UHkxiLCEGBQ/S220/IMG_2470.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJtvHoUV0Rk/SL0MkRPKpwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/APWb9KH35cI/s72-c/291.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15695872.post-7976592400014379007</id><published>2008-08-30T12:50:00.001+12:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T12:52:18.057+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I intentionally wrote it out to be an illegible mess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You wanted me to write you letters, but I'd rather lose your address&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; and forget that we'd ever met and what did or did not occur.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Sitting in the station, its all a blur &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;of dance hall hips, pretentious quips, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a boxer's bob and weave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15695872-7976592400014379007?l=lostwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/7976592400014379007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15695872&amp;postID=7976592400014379007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/7976592400014379007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/7976592400014379007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-intentionally-wrote-it-out-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18409790445567029653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJtvHoUV0Rk/SpEM4lYooxI/AAAAAAAAAEo/UHkxiLCEGBQ/S220/IMG_2470.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15695872.post-6023551318263005211</id><published>2008-08-30T00:19:00.004+12:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T00:28:29.994+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>I never thought...</title><content type='html'>... that I'd be called a party animal. By my friends that is. The ones I knew from school, the high school in Auckland where I was already pretty social. Yeah, I found it remarkably odd. I thought all of us, as a group were pretty social and party-going. I guess I was wrong. I don't really know my group after all, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent pretty much the night at Shadz (Shadows, the student bar) tonight. Met up with like all the first year engineering students whom I kinda knew prior, but hey, now I know all of em! I think. I've kinda forgotten their names. Also met some random chicks from uhhh.... crap. I forgot who they were and where they were from. Only that one of them was kinda nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got ditched by my group pretty early in the night, so I, yeah, pretty much just socialised with the first year engineering guys, and the others from Biomedical Sciences (pre-meds and all). Including Gayle, whom I met through Malcolm. Never knew she'd be such a social party-goer too. She really suprised me there. I danced with everyone tonight it seems. That was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun, fun, fun. And EngSci's dinner is later tonight too! YEAH!!! And we be going to town again! That's twice in a row! I love it when there's a break. Thank god for the midsemester break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, gym tomorrow before pre-pre-drinks at Tessa's, so I better sleep now and get enough rest for gym and the long night ahead. Ciao peeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: I just decided to re-read it (on a whim, like 2 minutes after) and I realise I sound pretty drunk and rant-y. Well, too bad, I am still tipsy, you know, the one where you were drunk, but are sobering up pretty rapidly? Yeah, that one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15695872-6023551318263005211?l=lostwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/6023551318263005211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15695872&amp;postID=6023551318263005211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/6023551318263005211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/6023551318263005211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-never-thought.html' title='I never thought...'/><author><name>gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18409790445567029653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJtvHoUV0Rk/SpEM4lYooxI/AAAAAAAAAEo/UHkxiLCEGBQ/S220/IMG_2470.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15695872.post-717951655976247685</id><published>2008-08-25T22:27:00.003+12:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T22:41:50.251+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Eddie's at the Mexican Cafe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Yeah, hardly an original post title, but I haven't the time to inspire myself creatively and think of a more original awe-inspiring post title for myself. Blame it on assignments and stress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Eddie's birthday was this Friday, but for some magically odd reason he decided to have it tonight. So I had to ditch the Wine &amp;amp; Cheese Careers Evening (WINE AND CHEESE!!! NOOOOO!!!) to go to the Mexican Cafe. Which was alright, since I'm now as bloated as a mother in her third trimester of pregnancy. You get the idea. And the Margaritas were awesome too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;For starters, most of the people there were Eddie and Faith's (Eddie's longtime girlfriend of uhm, maybe a year or two? I lost track) work mates from Village Skycity (the movies). I was definitely suprised to find that I knew like... at least 3 people there. First off, Chris Holdaway, my mate from school who I kept bumping into this semester. He kept scaring the shit outta me 'cos I never expected to see him. Turns out he works there too. Then there's Emily (Biomedical Engineer in second year with me). Turns out her boyfriend works there too. Then there's Alban, whom I know through Lucy, who was Alastair's girlfriend. Turns out he used to work there. Small world huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I even met a fellow Malaysian, who was from Kuching even. If anyone knows/knew a girl who went to both St. Theresa's and St. Mary's and who hangs out with Lodgians from time to time from the class of '89 (she left before she finished though, Form 2 maybe?) and knows Andrew Bong (oops, who doesn't?) called Serena Pang, also cousins with a Noel Pang? That's her. And she knows some of my second year mates from Lynfield College to boot. Wow. Very small world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Dinner was awesome. I was kinda full before the mains even came, which was uhm... weird, considering me. Maybe it was just tonight or something. But boy, when those mains came, I was like soooo full once I was halfway done. Managed to stuff it down, but wow. Full full full. I stood up at some point and my belly hurt. Hurt from fullness. And all for $30 too. Not bad huh, considering the cake, appetisers and mains.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I forgot what I had, well I can't remember its name. All I know is its Mexican styled meat (like beef or chicken) wrapped in like a tortilla skin, and then deep fried, served with a side of Mexican rice, salad and beans. Pretty good, but I don't remember what it's called anymore. So so bloated though, I'll have to work doubly hard at gym tomorrow to make up for that. And now for sleep...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15695872-717951655976247685?l=lostwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/717951655976247685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15695872&amp;postID=717951655976247685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/717951655976247685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/717951655976247685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/2008/08/eddies-at-mexican-cafe.html' title='Eddie&apos;s at the Mexican Cafe'/><author><name>gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18409790445567029653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJtvHoUV0Rk/SpEM4lYooxI/AAAAAAAAAEo/UHkxiLCEGBQ/S220/IMG_2470.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15695872.post-3194633738699602757</id><published>2008-08-17T16:38:00.003+12:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T16:45:41.345+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><title type='text'>Time and time again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Well, this is sort of a double entendre for me, even though in truth it isn't. Yeah, my thinking logic is a little wild, but hey, what gives? I kinda get this feeling that I'm running out of time, but I don't know what I'm meant to be doing. Okay, not exactly that way either, but its just an odd feeling. If someone has an alternate explanation for what I'm going through, I'd thoroughly welcome it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Also, I'm always feeling bored these days. Call it a sense of repetition or deja vu or whatever it is, but I feel like I'm doing the same things all the time, even if I've never done it before, or if its something relatively new.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Hm, maybe I'm just sick of winter, and the rain in snow-proof Auckland. When will summer come and let me spend my days in idyllic bliss and warmth?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15695872-3194633738699602757?l=lostwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/3194633738699602757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15695872&amp;postID=3194633738699602757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/3194633738699602757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/3194633738699602757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/2008/08/time-and-time-again.html' title='Time and time again'/><author><name>gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18409790445567029653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJtvHoUV0Rk/SpEM4lYooxI/AAAAAAAAAEo/UHkxiLCEGBQ/S220/IMG_2470.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15695872.post-2725880636104470997</id><published>2008-08-11T20:36:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T20:42:30.335+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Time to start working hard again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Yup, it looks like my cruise-y days are ending once more with the handing out of Project 1 for Object Oriented Programming and a project-like "lab" for BioInstrumentation. Which really has nothing to do with BioInstrumentation. Well, I guess the theory behind it is, but practically, if you could come up with a link between being able to sort blue and white marbles using an inductor, a LDR and an LED into separately coloured piles, be my guess. And oh yes, the inductor has a pin that allows you to push the marbles around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Does sound kinda fun though, since Instrumentation has been boring as hell these few days. Although I don't like the sound of LabView as much, but oh well, I'll live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Still a little sick, but hey, should be fine by the end of this week I hope. Nose still runny as hell, which has got to the most annoying thing, apart from the coughing. Well, I'm off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15695872-2725880636104470997?l=lostwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/2725880636104470997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15695872&amp;postID=2725880636104470997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/2725880636104470997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/2725880636104470997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/2008/08/time-to-start-working-hard-again.html' title='Time to start working hard again'/><author><name>gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18409790445567029653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJtvHoUV0Rk/SpEM4lYooxI/AAAAAAAAAEo/UHkxiLCEGBQ/S220/IMG_2470.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15695872.post-1251874655051922934</id><published>2008-08-08T21:15:00.004+12:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T21:48:45.404+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Sick... again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Yeah, I had a relapse. Going to the Stein yesterday may not have been the best idea since I'm now sick as a dog. On the other hand, that stein was totally fun. I met up with a whole group of first years, as well as second years. Somehow, unsurprisingly, Jack and his mates were there too (I kinda expected it though, seeing as they were at the commerce stein too). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;I went as a drug tester to the Olympic-themed stein. Well, I was feeling lazy and unoriginal, so I just chucked on my lab coat (I had finished my lab just a few hours ago, so I kept it on pretty much), and changed into track pants. Amazingly, some people managed to guess what I was, although most couldn't. I got random things too, like Drug Doper from this first year dude, who referred to me as that when I bumped into him today. I think he's called Matt. Meh, never good with names.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;And there were random chicks who kept giving me hugs and kisses. Claiming that I knew them forever. I was like "Yeah, sure" at that point, since I had no idea who the fuck they were. Besides, who's going turn down attention? Hehe. I can't remember their names anyway. I swear every time I turned around there would be some other chick I never met before (although I made that mistake to Ange and Sara, whoops). At some point I stole this chick's wig which was some sort of bright ginger coloured DragonBall-Z like thing (she was meant to be the flame, torch, whatever). Uhm, like the Super Saiyan. I put it on and did some cheap poses. It was pretty amusing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Not to mention the cheap beer does wonders, $1 Tui's sure make a light dent on your wallet. At some point in the night I stopped buying drinks 'cause I kept getting some from mates who would buy stashes of 5 or so beers and give them away. (Who's gonna hold on to 5 beers anyway? 2 at most I reckon). There were lots of chicks dressed at tennis players too. Not that I'm complaining, some of them were pretty hot in white, and those short skirts... Wow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;On other news, the last few days have been real dull anyway. I studied the human brain and got to play with an actual one too (although plasticized). It was kinda icky and weird. I stopped thinking of it as a real brain at some point. Plus, I was feeling sick on the day, so I got impatient with the TA's and was contemplating throwing the brain at them to get them to hurry up. Hehe, you know me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;I sometimes feel like I'm becoming more distanced from my peerage (former) from high school. You know, the ones in my year, before I left school a year early. I saw them only for like 10 minutes every single time, before I would bugger off and socialise with my other mates. Then again, I suppose I've always been a bit of a drifter in that sense, but ahh, you know, just that feeling that I'm not as close to them as I used to be. Then there's the fact that few of them drink, or that most are unwilling to go to Steins and student-related functions. (Not that I'm saying that you have to drink copious amounts, its a social thing anyway).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;I've also noticed that Biomedical Engineering &amp;amp; Engineering Science (since we're pretty small, 25 in BME and 50 in ES; and we share quite a few classes in common sometimes) are starting to separate into two distinct cliques: The drinkers (primarily composed of whites, maybe with the exception of two Asians, me and I think JP, maybe one or two other Asians), and the non-drinkers (primarily composed of Asians, with the exception of a few whites). Then again, you could kind of tell that the clique was settling nicely into place anyway, from the onset of the EngSci/BME fieldtrip; when the drinkers partied and went to town and the non-drinkers just played cards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Haha, I better get to bed. This cold/flu/whatever is really doing a number on me. I'm like really tired, my voice sounds funny, and I'm coughing heaps. Yay for sickness. Anyway, cya for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;P/S: Jack pointed out this amusing video that Paris Hilton uploaded in retaliation to being mocked by McCain in his ad against Obama. Its pure gold. You just HAVE to watch it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.funnyordie.com/videos/64ad536a6d"&gt;http://www.funnyordie.com/videos/64ad536a6d&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15695872-1251874655051922934?l=lostwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/1251874655051922934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15695872&amp;postID=1251874655051922934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/1251874655051922934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15695872/posts/default/1251874655051922934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostwriting.blogspot.com/2008/08/sick-again.html' title='Sick... again'/><author><name>gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18409790445567029653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJtvHoUV0Rk/SpEM4lYooxI/AAAAAAAAAEo/UHkxiLCEGBQ/S220/IMG_2470.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
