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Sasha’s Mad March 31 March 2006

Posted by Sasha in Blogs & Blogging, Current Events, The Neo-Blogger, The Rambler.
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Who would’ve thought that this month will be filled with surprises? Daaanng! It’s certainly has been a busy month for me!

Highlights:

  • A new blog is in the works and I’m pretty darn excited about it.
  • To top it all off, I had to finish putting together and finally mailing out this afternoon, all the required documentations for my Aussie Migration Application.

Whew! I know it doesn’t seem a lot but tell me if it’s easy to come up with 36 posts a week across 4 different topics. Heh.

It’s good, though, that I was able to end the one thing that was stressing me the most. Makes me think how grateful I am that I don’t have the problems of being attached, ergo, added responsibilities because of a partner. Hahaha. Oh, imagine that stress! However, it still left me with other stresses. Why am I torturing myself? I got to get a life, man! Bleh.

The Trip: Day 0 – 1 28 March 2006

Posted by Sasha in Australia, Gallivanting Episodes, The Traveller.
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Day 0

I boarded the Greyhound Australia bus at the Franklin bus station at Adelaide, South Australia around 7:45 p.m. It is to take me to Melbourne with an ETA of 6 a.m. the following day. We were scheduled to take 2 pit stops in the 10-hour roadtrip. Yes. It was like my flight from Manila to Adelaide. It took me that loooong. It sucked cuz I couldn’t sleep and I thought I was coming down with something cuz I was starting to feel sick.

Day 1

me6 a.m. arrived at the Franklin bus station at Melbourne [it’s funny how they name streets the same way. Hahaha.] a little before six so I had to wait for my friend to come pick me up. I wasn’t surprised to find out that he woke up late. Hahaha. I just walked out of the terminal stood on the curb smoking and conversed about education systems in different countries [mainly about the differences between American and British influences] and the Commonwealth Games with a Uni student waiting for his friend to pick him up, too.

Yes, I was sick. I was beginning to have symptoms of the flu and I had an eye infection. This much I found out when I went to the toilet to freshen up after that long bus ride.

club1It didn’t stop me from going out that night, though. Hahaha. After like a couple of hours in my friends car going from the CBD to the West of Melbourne then headed South East. Errands. He had to take care of some errands. Oh, well. I slept in the car most of the time anyway. We got to the place where I’d staying, we settled in, ate, talked a bit then I slept.

club2First on the itinerary was He wanted to take me clubbing. How can I resist? Ha. He wanted me to see the clubs he DJ’d in at one time or another. First on the list was Chasers. Cool place. Got there around 12:30 a.m. I reckon. It’s not overflowing but it was busy. Hiphop music but mostly commercialised tracks that it somehow annoyed me. Heh. We took our time dissing the DJ and Aussie chicks dancing. Don’t get me wrong, he started it. Hahaha. I just had to agree that it did look weird. Can you imagine a white chick weighing around 130 lbs with thighs, 10″ in diameter, dancing to hiphop and her movements are alternating rotations of legs with hips thrown forward, all done with a steady torso? Sorry. But I just think it’s not right!

club3Anyway, after a bottle of Stella, we headed to a very posh club called Seven. I liked the atmosphere much better. I love the red interiors with all the big lanterns and lounges. There are even portions where lounges are separated by big curtains for *privacy*. Hahaha. Not that they really use it cuz what was it that I saw that night? Noooo. I’m not gonna tell. Teeheehee. It’s not too busy though even if it was just 2 a.m. And they were playing old school hiphop, which was pretty cool in my book. We didn’t really stay long since I’m not feeling too good and he wanted me to check out one last club. Off I went to the cold streets of Melbourne once more.

It’s Platform One. It’s a quaint club, really. Clubbers are mostly Asians, which I really find funny. It has this tunnel look to it. I reckon it was an old train station converted to commercial establishments and this club got to use 2 tunnels. Why two? I really am not sure but they segregated 2 kinds of music in one place. One tunnel dedicated to House Music and the other, to HipHop. Both have their own bars and lounges but they share one entrance. It’s cool but I was vaguely unsettled by all of it. Perhaps I was just sick, that’s all.

When we got home, we were both hungry. Found some left over spaghetti from dinner, heated it and enjoyed every bite.

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Hey, I miss *my* stool in that kitchen. It’s mine!

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The Trip: Day 2-3

The Trip: Day 4 and back.

A world collapses 23 March 2006

Posted by Sasha in Family & Friends, The Brooder.
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I woke up this morning with a splitting headache. Did I wake up from a nightmare or to one? There’s a fine line which separates the two and I just left it. The joy of forgetful sleep.

The words “get lost”, “you’ve done nothing”, “grow up”, “fuck you” resound in my head like an incessant clanging of gongs. I had to rest my head on my hands for a minute. It didn’t help so now I write.

Tell me something I haven’t told myself a million times. You can also throw in “worthless piece of shit”, “callous bitch”, “ungrateful sponge”, “fucking idiot”. Please let’s not keep up appearances here. Go ahead and let it all out. I hope it makes you feel better. That’s what’s important. After all, I am the shit, the bitch, the sponge, and the idiot who is immature, have done nothing and would be better if I’d just fuck off and get lost.

No, I’m not being sarcastic. Hell, I know what a pathetic loser I am in other people’s eyes.

Though, I do wonder sometimes if they really do see me. Failing to realise that this life that they look down upon is a life, with all its imperfections, is my world. A world that their words tried to destroy.

Yet I still dare to dream that one day I will be loved. Even if it seems I am not deserving. My faith tells me that I am so I believe that one day someone will take me in his arms and say, “Everything will be alright.” My God will make sure of that.

Unpacking the suitcase.. 22 March 2006

Posted by Sasha in Australia, Gallivanting Episodes, The Traveller.
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I got back from Melbourne yesterday morning. Tired and worn out by the bus ride, not to mention I’m dreadfully sick. I prayed that this kind of thing wouldn’t happen on the trip but hey, guess what? It did. Heh.

I haven’t fully unpacked my suitcase. I’m too tired and too sick and uh, yea.. too lazy. Haha. I haven’t had a cigarette since yesterday and it’s a bummer. Just as well since I’m coughing my lungs out. I know, too graphic. Sorry.

I’m thankful that my friend and his family took care of me. What a way to spend a holiday, huh? No. I did not just stay in bed. I’ll tell you about my trip next time. I’m just too sick right now to do it justice.

All I have time and energy for right now is work. I have to. I need to. I feel like a loser sometimes. Bleh.

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Off to Melbourne?
Roadtrip!

Roadtrip! 16 March 2006

Posted by Sasha in Australia, Blogs & Blogging, Gallivanting Episodes, The Neo-Blogger, The Traveller.
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I’m heading to Melbourne after all!

The last few days, I’ve been busy with the arrangements like booking transportation and accommodation [courtesy of my dear friend, Jay!] and planning my itinerary.

I was planning it to be strictly for pleasure because initially the things I planned on doing was sight-seeing, clubbing and meeting up with people. Now, I reckon I’ll be on the look-out for stuff to blog about. So, yea, there’s a bit of work involved.

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I’m currently covering the Melbourne 2006 XVIII Commonwealth Games at Light the Torch. I started yesterday and it’s really been challenging and fun.

I just finished watching the Opening Ceremonies and it was incredible. The pyrotechnics left me breathless. I wish I could’ve been there to witness it.

Anyway, I’ll be leaving later tonight and I’ll see you guys in 4 days!

One Day International: Australia vs. South Africa 13 March 2006

Posted by Sasha in Cricket, The Rambler.
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I was up late last night watching the last match of the One Day International: Australia versus South Africa.

It’s the best match I’ve ever watched. I reckon it is the best One Day Cricket match. Period. You want to know why? Alright. Be patient as I give you a blow-by-blow account of the 9 hour match. Ha! I’m just kidding.

It just sucks that Australia lost by 4 runs and 1 wicket. Bleh. Even if it seemed impossible when they did score a magnificent 434-4. Check the highlights so, you’d understand why.

Highlights:

  • World Record was set by the South African Cricket Team for the highest score for one day cricket at 438, only followed by Australia at 434. This is also the highest score for both teams to get in ODI.
  • South African Cricketer, Herschel Gibbs made it into the Top 10 Scores for Batsmen with 175 runs out of 119 balls.
  • Drop catch by Nathan Bracken. Australia could’ve taken Gibbs out earlier in the match with just a score 150.
  • Australian Bowler, Michael Lewis, made a world record, too. It’s for having the most number of runs, 113, in 10 overs. Kudos to you! Yes, I’m being sarcastic here. I could kill Ponting for not putting in Lee or Symonds to bowl. What was he thinking? Bad decision, Captain.
  • Test and ODI Captain, Ricky Ponting, scored his highest runs in this game at 164 out of 105 balls. This is the second fastest century in Australian Cricket History. He received a standing ovation by both South African and Australian supporters, when he left the field.
  • Bracken made ammends for the drop catch incident by getting 4 wickets and bowling fantastic overs.
  • Summary:

    Australia soared so high that they crashed and burned in the end. South Africans were ecstatic with the results, of course. It was an unbelievable game. It’s one of the best Cricket Matches that people will be talking about for years and years to come. It was history made.

    My brother-in-law kept saying that he should’ve placed a bet on South Africa winning since he dreamt about it the night before. But then again, what were the odds?

    You can read more about this match here and here.

    Up next: The Ashes – Australia versus England. Let the Test Match begin.

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    What a funny coincidence… 10 March 2006

    Posted by Sasha in Music & Artists, The Frustrated Musician.
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    Hahaha.

    My brother-in-law, Jeremy, just told me he bought a new CD that he thinks I would love to listen to. It was still in the store’s bag. When I went and looked inside, I found a James Blunt CD. Totally hilarious. He only heard of him because of me, you see. My friend, Jay, knew that I wanted that CD so he sent me a copy of the single – You’re Beautiful, last year. And Jeremy got to listen to it over Christmas and I guess, he liked it, judging from his recent purchase. Hahaha.

    The funny coincidence is that I just told you about how I’ve been listening to too much Matchbox 20. Now, I reckon I’ll be listening to a new CD. More music for me. Yay!

    It has both a CD [Live in Ireland] and DVD [Live in concert at the BBC] plus some extras, too.

    I’ll tell you all about it when I finish listening to it. Meanwhile —

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    You’re Beautiful – James Blunt

    Mad Season 10 March 2006

    Posted by Sasha in Music & Artists, The Frustrated Musician.
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    m20It seems like it is a mad season.

    The past few days has been one hell of a rollercoaster ride for me. Some days I’m excited. Some, confused. I find myself highly annoyed, wanting to pick a fight then there were moments where I’m just sitting out front sipping tea, listening to music and having a cigarette or two. I’ve got to find some sort of balance. This is starting to get out of hand. I’m not liking it, not liking it at all.

    This brings me to a thought. Well– not exactly but something that occured last night. You probably guess it, it’s Matchbox 20’s Mad Season. I dunno why I listened to the entire album — twice. But I did. The song, Mad Season, particularly caught my attention. Why? It somehow voiced out my current state.

    I’d like to cite a few lines that somewhat gives an idea of what I’m talking about.

    do you think you can cope
    you figured me out — i’m lost and i’m hopeless
    i’m bleeding and broken — though i’ve never spoken
    i come undone — in this mad season

    … now i’m crying — isn’t that what you want
    i’m trying to live my life on my own
    but i won’t
    at times — i do believe i am strong
    so someone tell me why, why, why
    do i feel stupid and i came undone.

    Still don’t get it? Well, don’t look at me. I’ve said enough, don’t you think? 😉

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    Finding Shelby 10 March 2006

    Posted by Sasha in Sophia's Writings.
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    Sophia runs her fingers over the shiny candle apple red side panel of a 1966 Shelby GT350 Mustang. She admired the car from afar before daring herself to come for a closer look. She has been dreaming about driving a car like that, owning a car like that.

    The keys were in the ignition, beckoning her to take him for a spin. Yes, him. She always thought that a car like that is never anything but masculine. All her cars have always had guy’s names. And this one’s no exception. A muscle car. A powerful machine and he’s here all accommodating. It felt like the car was even flirting with her, seemingly saying, “I’ve been dreaming about you, too. You and I belong together.”

    (more…)

    Having Qumana Problems 9 March 2006

    Posted by Sasha in Blogging Gadgets, The Neo-Blogger, The Rambler.
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    Yes, Qumana. It makes me feel like a stupid idiot. Heh.

    I wrote a couple of entries earlier and it seems to have got stuck somewhere. Bleh. I just want to pull my hair out. Strand. By. Strand.

    It’s highly irritating. First, it’s my fashion blog now entries on my other blogs. Argh. I already was working with someone who tried to help me with the kinks but — oh, yes. The problem still persists. Crazy, I know. Pfft.

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