The Small Joys In Life

1. Clean, dry laundry.

2. A good shower.

3. The smell of brownies baking in the oven.

4. Opening a sealed box.

5. A gentle breeze.

6. Bits of code that compile.

7. A ray of sunshine on a cold, wet day.

8. Turning on my phone.

9. Leveling up in games.

10. Knowing that you're never really alone.

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How you know you're tired 2.0

The word "crapload" appears on your report and you thought it was perfectly normal.

Thank the good spirits you noticed it when you're awake.

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My life on Badges

A few years ago I bought some badges because of the truths that they imparted from their shiny surfaces. However, soon after their purchase, these were thrown to the back of the cupboard and there they laid, neglected but still honest, until I found them again today will cleaning out my junk.

"I think I think. Therefore I probably am."

"I've gone to find myself. If I'm not back before I return, keep me here."

"My idea of housework is to sweep the room with a glance."

"The only normal people are the ones you don't know very well."

And along with these little gems, I found a gorgeous little dragon. Guardian of the heart, the stars, and of course, his jewels of wisdom.

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The girl that kept falling down

Would you like to hear a dear tale of woe 

of a human that was spotted from head to toe?

Her spots were made of magnificent hue

From Purple to black and yellow to blue

She was once as perfect as any human can be

but that all changed on the day she turned three

The sky was blue, the grass was green

On her brow was the slight damp of a sweat sheen

Her parents looked on with proud big smiles 

As they watched their daughter through her everyday trials

She spotted a snail a few feet away 

She took one step and strangely swayed

Down she went, "ooh, bump, watch out! ..."

"Oww..." Her face formed that dangerous pout

It happened then; two spots appeared

Bright red on her knees as though the sun seared

And it didn't happen just once or twice

again and again came the spots like lice

It didn't matter what she was trying to do

The dots would appear as if  on cue

But this was a determined girl we know

Her spots did not make her shy from any show

She wore them like prizes; her display of awards

Received from her battles against furniture boards.

Her smile never faded nor become ever jaded

From this constant ailment of skin so discoloured

So I think it is true if I say that this tale

Spoke volumes about a girl so very hale.

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This was a fun little poem. I think the ending could be reworked though, since the poem starts off about the tale being sad, but in the end it's more like the tale is about a healthy girl. Hmmm...

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1) True temperament and friends

This is the first post of a short series I shall be writing. Yes, it is emo. We all have our moments.

It appears I am still earning myself potential enemies because of my short temper. I thought I have been pretty good at controlling it, and letting slip a few times will be okay, but even a flash of temper this early (or late) in the year is enough to earn me a few dislikes. Society is such that if you want to be liked, you have to be infinitely patient despite whatever pitfalls or frustrations you encounter, otherwise everyone is going to hate you. Just one hint that you are of a different temperament will be enough you to a lifetime of shunning. And you can never go back. Not unless you have already amassed enough popularity to cushion your sudden lapse in propriety.

I'd like to argue that society is stupid for forcing me to change in this way in order to have friends. I thought true friends were the ones who accepted you for who you were, whether you were selfish, badly tempered, proud or narcissist. Maybe that is all just a myth. Maybe society really is about pretty faces and pretty souls and pretty much pretty everything. Ugliness in any form cannot be tolerated. Ironically, I know that even I will suddenly feel an immense dislike of a person if I am wronged. But if the person acknowledges it, I am willing to forget the situation. I guess not everyone is like that.

Sometimes I think I worry too much about what other people think of me. This habit of mine, bred over the years from forging enemies so easily, crushes my spirit every time I know someone dislikes my brash attitude. It makes me question if I should really be me, or continue conform to society and "improve" myself. Because how is it possible to be myself and "improve" at the same time?

There is a reason why people hide behind masks on a daily basis. It's because you know that revealing your true temperament, your actual personality to the public is scarier than even that bogeyman that hid inside your childhood closet. Those people who simply don't care are lucky, but where does that leave the rest of us people who crave friendship and not loneliness? Asking us to stop caring so much is a paradox, because that would no longer be us. It would be an "improved" version of us that is still as lonely as ever. Asking us to improve our personality...well there you go again. That isn't us, that is a society conformed version of us, possibly even more lonely because our friends have no idea what we really are like.

The content of this post was brought up because semester 1 of uni is ending and I have yet to see anyone who could truly accept me for who I am. Despite the fact that it usually takes me an entire year (or more) to open up to anyone, the way that uni functions hastens a strange desperation in me. Even I am not entirely sure as to why I am so demanding. It could just be my impatience fleshing out again, or it could be the fact that Aussie seems to be a place where friendships are formed and broken as easily as a drop of water. Everyone gets along with everyone by being a good bloke, and no one truly reveals anything.

Somehow, I don't think I could really live if I just have good friends that will never really know you. My mother constantly questions my need for such a close friend, but her claims that "you don't have to tell someone everything" always falls on deaf ears. I don't think she understands that I am not like her. There is a simple joy in sharing the most mundane of things with someone, even sharing painful things can offer a release.

To end on a marginally brighter note, I am infinitely thankful for the friends I currently have, those of you who have weathered through my rages and strange moods with all the mettle of a battle hardened warrior and that gift of patience that I never had; who have possibly forgiven me for all the wrongdoings I have done because it really doesn't matter to you, and not because you were taught to forgive and hide evil thoughts behind a superficial laugh. And if you did have evil thoughts, you honestly told me of my potential demise because there was nothing to hide from me. Thank you.

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My Devious Plan

It is autumn. Almost winter. The premature cold pinch in the air forces shivering bodies to seek the shelter of thick hoodies, sweatpants and other warm bodies. Limbs flail around in strange dance-like movements to increase the heat within bodies. But it is not my fight, because I have a plan.

A devious plan.

"Mom, I'll wash the dishes today." The bait is thrown and the prize is caught. When I turn on the tap, the icy shower further numbed my fingers. However, patience is a virtue. Dabbing the cleaning sponge with some soap, I await the magic as I hold the first dirty dish under the stream of water.

Oh, the sheer pleasure when a gentle heat washes over my hands and carries the cold down the drain. I wash every dish with care and detail, lingering longer than necessary for a mere rinse, savouring the heat that radiates from my hands and spreads through my body. Around me cold humans complain and whine about the unforgiving forces of nature, but I keep my peace, focused on channelling energy to my core.

Alas, all that is good must come to an end. There is no more dirty kitchenware to wash. As I cast one last look at the sink, I smile, secure with the knowledge of my own battle plan.

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Don't. Kill. Lions. (or any other animals for that matter)

My recent Math lecture lead to the composition of this poem : 


The lion sat atop her head,
Sleeping sweet never to wake.
Its glorious mantle glistened groomed,
Unaware of its passed doom.
Its claws were filed, its teeth shone bright,
Very pretty in the light.
Behold the gems in its proud crown,
Frames the fright in frozen frown.
The rare person will hear its sighs,
For open plains and blue skies.
The frozen snarl, a limpid tail,
Reminders of a hunt's tale.
The lion sat atop her head,
One day it will also fade.


This was inspired by some "traditional headgear" that I thought I saw in the newspaper. At the awkward angle that I was reading it, the dead lion looked real enough, but when I consulted the same paper a few hours later, it turned out to be a plastic mask. >.< Thank goodness. Nonetheless, I hope people will be more aware that they should stop killing animals to wear them. They are part of our ecosystem. Animals may be animals, but they have feelings too.
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Recently, I've discovered...

...that it is harder for me to communicate with people outside my faculty with regards to whatever I am learning. (what a mouthful of words). I go around spouting nonsensical jargon about the awesome things and super-awesome friends I have discovered in uni and my poor dad stares at me blankly.

I'm not being an elitist making feeble attempts to shun the people around me. I just get so caught up with whatever I'm studying right now. Besides that, hanging around people who are learning the exact same things as you, hence picking up the exact same lingo, further discourages the use of layman terms regarding our subjects. Sitting around, conversing with people about the subject, absorbing information and using it so that it gets further ingrained in my mind; this is a situation that invariably causes me to start talking about gcc and linux and bios and while loops even outside of my learning environment. Things that people who are not interested in coding may not understand anything about. And I gush on about it like a waterfall because it's just all so insane in my blown mind.

Most days, I do try to talk about everything so that other people may understand me. Being the person I am, the only real way to do that is to avoid talking about my course at all costs. When I am passionate about something, I do end up losing all reason, and that includes talking about things that I've learnt as well as the insufferable compiling errors that I keeping getting (must remember to always identify variables and try not to get too excited when my simple program works).

However, the best upside about my course is that we have one heck of a tight community within the faculty. It's the first time I've seen so many nice computer nerds congregated in one place! Uni really is full of awesome people. =D

Cheers!
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University...

...is a wonderland bursting with exciting, fun experiences, until the burdens of assignments and assessments threaten to crush you under its weight. There exists a sense of amazement at the mass collection of people who share the same interests within the same faculty. Uni is the place where the longest friendships are often made and best friends spring up from the most uncanny of places.

Also, uni is the place of career promotions from super-awesome-fun companies like Google and Atlassian. Speaking of which, I managed to get my hands on this super-awesome android doll from Google, much to the consternation and envy of many of my peers.

Booyah! This android doll is mine and mine to keep!

Cheers!
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