House Dynamics

April 30, 2009

I’ve got two assesments due tomorrow afternoon but its 10:53 in the pm so I thought I would share with you a heartbreaking tale, one I have witnessed first hand in the last few days. I live upstairs in my 9 bedroom apartment. Three other people live upstairs, two of them being a Chinese couple. They are quite a nice couple. Like a lot of Asians they keep to themselves but they always smile and say a hello. The first thing I noticed about this couple was their food (fat). They used to cook the most extravgent meals. There would be maybe 5 courses, with fruit at the end. Everything from soups, noodles, curries. I wondered how they could muster such effort to cook like this at least twice a day, but they did it together all the time. I once asked about their commitment levels to which i was asked how I could possibly eat Easy Mac all the time.

So this week I get back from holidays and I noticed that the guy has moved downstairs, swapped his room with a differnet guy. It occured to me that I never see these two cooking together or even doing anything together. I won’t lie to you, It made me a little sad. Tonight I was in the kitchen cooking my Spaghetti Marinara when the guy walks in, looking ever so sad. Anyway he starts getting his ingredients out of the cupboard and it turns out that he was having two minute noodles for dinner. Sure he added a couple of things but it was nothing compared to what he used to cook up. I started talking to the young man, in the hope I could cheer him up. He told me about his job at Hot Dollar and how he could give me a 70% discount. As a sidenote, that is a crazy staff discount at a discount retailer. I asked him about football and then offered him some of my marinara, as they always offered me a sample of their smorgesboards. He tried it and said it was good, I didn’t belive him though. He then said goodbye and walked away head down to his room.

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i tried to call you, but you were engaged.

April 13, 2009


so, to start my year of posting, i waited till summat decent happened. easter weekend was kimrad’s party so trix and i went down. this was my both first trip down sans my usual albury buddy and also the first time down in like two years, so i was hoping for some freshness.

i burnt us a mad cd, a mix some bbc dj made: 30 years of hiphop in one hour. tricky sounded excited when i told him i burnt a cd, then he was less enthusiastic about it when i explained it. but it was still a good enough listen.

the trip down was good. as i had expected, tricky never asked me if i wanted to take over the driving for a bit. often he was like “man, i’m tired” but he battled on, because goodness knows what might happen to the nova if i took over. we started counting road kill and got to about 11, including an awesome wombat that was not only massive but also lying on its back with its legs sticking up in the air like a real life caricature.

it rained, but we got down fine. once we got there it was tea time and i met two new peeps, jess and nana. at the dinner table jess was on a stool and nana was on a chair, so jess towered over her. jess joked about being so tall and nana said “oh no, i’m not cold dear, i have a cardigan on”. lawls for shawls.

saturday we went into town to get some stuff for sam’s rad bike and i had to buy a present, which worked well because both were found at the same shop.

i got to ride the postie bike around the farm again. ima get my license and get a real bike.
tricky and i checked out all the waterways damage the recent rain had done, it was heaps rad. massive rocks and tonnes of dirt were crazy moved around. we climbed up to the top of the paddock and rolled rocks down, but apparently he used to get in trouble for that kind of thing, so don’t tell his parents.

finally it was time for the party. tricky found even more hotshirts at his place so we got to wear matching awesomes. it was kinda lame how it was raining there heaps, cos i got cold and wet, but rad times were had with umbrellas and stuff. the food was heaps good, and it’s just as well i took 5 kebabs on my firsts cos they were all gone when i was finished.
tricky and i found a kid who lives on his street here in sydney, which was an amazing coincidence.

there were some good bonfires going, which kept me warm, but by the end of the night they were too hot for my “pastie white face” and i had to move the seat/bench back which annoyed the other kids also sitting on it.

we slept outside which is fun. tricky managed to get headlights shon on him as he was declothing, which made for lawls. i was woken in the morning by an easter egg landing on my sleeping bag, which is the best wake-up i’ve had probably forever.

church was good, disappointed slim didn’t turn up but i guess he had his reasons.

lots of kids came over to berkoosh for lunch, more than expected by most, but it was cool. then sam and dougal were heading off for their bike adventure, which only further cemented my desire to be a rad bikie too.

our trip home was uneventful, except that i made tristan stop at “the best coffee on the hume” and it wasn’t. that, or hume highway coffee has a low standard. not that i want to sound like one of those coffee kids, because that is embarrassing, but i expected more.

now i’ve got a week of holidays, but i’ve still got uni work to do which is terrible.

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Catch My Disease

April 6, 2009

In my last post I introduced you to Karen, the pen thief. Well today, our group had to meet again. She turned up to the library with the coarsest throat I have heard in a while. Something resembling a cat with a furball. Anyway we were talking about our presentation, which was to be done later in the day. I asked her if she was right to do it, in her condition. She replied, in her dying animal voice…”Yeah I’ll be fine but what about you, you sound terrible.” Here I’m thinking, yes I do have a slightly coarse voice at times, but I put that more down to laziness. Something about this Karen, always finding ways to annoy me.

In other bad news, I may have tetanus. On the way to class I stepped on the top of a massive rusted nail. I was wearing thongs but they somehow slipped leaving my very fragile hobbit feet exposed. It bled a bit and then I started to get sweaty and cold. Is that normal? Ima see the doctor tomorrow.

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Pen 15

April 3, 2009

So I have to do a group assesment. Not bad really. My group mates aren’t that most enjoyable and fun bunch, but I guess that just means they are more studious. We had a group meeting yesterday. Went fine but as we were leaving this chick took my pen. The conversation went as follows

Huw- (In a calm gentle voice)- “Excuse me I think thats my pen.”
Karen- “No I brought two of these.”
Huw- “Are you sure cause thats my pen, I can see its chewed.”
Karen- “No it’s definetley mine.”
Huw- “Well someone took my pen.”
Karen- (Laughing)- “Well it couldn’t have been me.”

So here I’m thinking…”It couldn’t be you?” There are only 3 people in our group. You stole my pen bitch! But I didn’t want to sound like a massive tightass so I let it go.

Ahh the perils of group assignments.

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