But When You’re With Me, I’ll Make You Believe

[Moves Like Jagger – Maroon 5 ft Christina Aguilera]

Strange to be coming back to a habit which I used to have everyday. I read somewhere that 21 days make a habit, so here’s to 21 days of a new habit.

My comeback’s comeback’s comeback (did I count that right?) comes on the heels of a different direction that I’m taking in my life. Namely, that I’m going back onto the same direction that I was (hoping to be) heading towards this time last year.

Bar the stroke of depressing inspiration from the post prior, my life had taken a creative standstill. After graduation, I attempted to continue writing, but the lure of an obligation-free lifestyle took me in too far, and I found myself sitting at the tail end of May with nothing to show for it but working two 3-hour shifts a week, and taking benefits from the government (which isn’t something I’m complaining about). And while every day I told myself that I’d get right on it – ‘it’ being the first step towards a proper ‘life’, i.e. applying for writing/media jobs more seriously (more seriously than occasionally contacting some small publishing company about internships), or at least have a plan sketched out – it was simply more relaxing to watch old episodes of Buffyย and gorge myself on Daredevil comics. I started and semi-abandoned two different writing projects, as well as a movie review blog idea which I’ve also heaped into a folder on my USB titled “Microsoft Docs”, the polite sign at the gate that is the graveyard of my creativity spurs.

So when June came whizzing around, I accepted a job at a local cafe, which offered me up to 20+ hours a week of working – and hard working, too. My paychecks started holding much bigger numbers, and I told myself that this was obviously my next step, since it was ย next to impossible to find a job in the media these days (especially if I didn’t try), and at least I’m earning some seed money for when I take a step away from the ledge and start doing work for no money – an inevitable step.

Then, the other week, I reconnected with an old friend. She’s the kind of person who would ask about you out of the kindness of her heart, but not take a wishy-washy answer as fact and move on. She pressed why I didn’t have a proper plan, and even went so far as to contact an acquaintance of her own who works in the media, just to ask for how I can get started.

So I dug up my old internet bookmarks where I’d stashed away a few post-grad courses I’d been looking at in my final year of undergrad studying. I semi-made up my mind that I should return to study, if not only for the practical experience that those courses will provide for to fatten my port-folio. I sounded my ideas off of Amelia, who immediately seized on the fact that for the past half a year I’d done naught to further my own career, and guilt-tripped me into doing something about it. Granted, she told me to just go and properly look for a job, but I reviewed my own state of mind, and felt that perhaps I wasn’t ready to look for the job, but instead should study for it. If this would be a vain exercise to put off shouldering responsibilities…well, time will tell.

In any case, I’d applied for and am in the process of being accepted for a Masters in Media. I’d like to think I’d be one of the gap-year-taking older students (although, considering this is a post-grad degree, I just may be one of the youngest anyway) who studies above and beyond the requirement and partake in all class discussions.

600 words in: excellent. I should have weeded out the people who didn’t really care about my ramblings, and am left with Serena. Hi Serena, are you still reading this?

Much like the gag on Family Guy, I’m a writer who needs people to know I’m writing. I haven’t gone as far as to go into a cafe and bring my laptop, although if I am to work and study at the same time next year, it just may happen out of necessity.

So, Serena, please continue reading.

Yesterday was the annual Social Night, an event held by the SAMA club, or the anime club of Monash Uni. Amelia is a committee member this year, and she worked hard for the event. I’m not one for photo-blogging, but here is a glimpse of what the table settings that she designed looked like (if you click on the link).

The event was smaller than last year, but it was still extremely entertaining. Maybe it was because I know how hard Amelia worked for the event, but I felt it was more intimate.

Serena snuck a bottle of vodka into the party, and became the producer/enabler for most of the drunken behavior last night.

The night was capped by a rousing Happy Birthday for Amelia, who turned 21 at midnight after the event. I look at her, and sometimes I’m astonished to realize I’ve been with her for 2 years, which simultaneously feel like no time at all, and yet I can’t remember what I used to do without her in my life (no, I will not read through my old blog posts to refresh my memory).

I’ll find more interesting things to blog about apart from myself for the next 20 days. Unfortunately tomorrow is an entire day of work, so maybe I’ll find a funny customer anecdote to share.

Thanks for reading, Serena (and any of you other beautiful folks who I know have subscribed to and stuck with me despite the hiccups).

Alex.

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Be Enthusiastic!

Bianca is really excited about her 18th birthday party. She’s got ideas and dressing up all planned out. Furthermore, we’re all planning a pampering-day of sorts (what would you call it exactly?).

I don’t know what I want. I only have the vague notion that I do not want my milestone birthday into adulthood pass without some way of acknowledging it. I’d originally wanted to go paintballing but all the people I’d want to go with are underage. I’d wanted to go to a club or bar but let’s fucking face it, my parents wouldn’t let me if hell froze over. Now I don’t have any sort of awesome ambition for my birthday. Bel wanted another joint party. I don’t even have the energy to want to do another party. I am not enthusiastic. I do not know what to do. I just don’t want July 10th to pass and I’d spent a day at home by myself, with only my text message ringtone to accompany me as various people send me birthday wishes. I want to actually be there with them when they wish it to me.

Keep Cool (fuck this sign off I’m not doing it anymore)

D.F.

On This Momentous Day

…nothing happened. I just thought I should tap in something on the first of a month. Especially such an important month as December.

December to me means:

Carmaine’s birthday, Christmas, New Year’s Eve (which WILL get better when I get older, I hope) and not January, so no need to hurry to do school-set holiday work yet.

Finally, we should all remember that today is International AIDS day. (Where’s Andrew? He always yells out “AIDS!” and then Dani always yells out, “I HAVE AIDS!” and then on some invisible agreement we’d all point our fingers around like fire hoses and pretend we’re spraying everyone with AIDS…)

Wednesday is Carmaine’s 17th.

Holy shit, I can’t believe she’s 17. I still remember the day she turned 15. Apart from the Friday when Stoner brought in a blue cake because that was the only food dye color she had, on the Sunday I left Chinese school in a rush and went with her and a bunch of people to the city to go to the Southern Cross DFO. We walked along Southbank but it took us so long to get there, for we took pictures every 3 steps, that in the end we didn’t go to DFO at all. Well, I guess back then, we were Yr 9’s and 15 years old, and the time for us to get back home was a lot earlier – plus my parents had a wedding to go to.

I also remember her 16th. BRuCE and Cruzik went in late November to Mecca Bah (I’ve got a video made from that day too. Go check out my YouTube and it’s the one called “At Mecca Bah” I think.) and I remember it was REALLY hot (and I had a shit haircut). On her actual birthday I don’t think we did anything (if we did it wasn’t momentous) and I overslept my alarm at midnight to text her so I actually woke myself up at 3 am and texted her. I won’t make the same mistake twice.

Speaking of which, I might as well recount the others’ birthdays.

I didn’t really know Bianca well when she turned 15, so obviously I don’t have a very clear memory of that, but her 16th was celebrated on the 7th of July (I remember so clearly because the 07/07/07 concert for Make Poverty History was that night) and actually, in my old blog Jalix (with WordPress as well) I blogged about that day. For her 17th she took BRuCE to Bar Bosh at Knox O-Zone and I remember that day was cold and I’d just spent the whole day at Knox watching Get Smart and Kung Fu Panda with YL. I’d just got my hair cut really short so it was cold, and I wore a beanie. When I took off the beanie to show Eunice – Bee and Carmaine were with me when I got my hair cut – her response was “Oh…my…”.

Eunice’s 15th I remember Carmaine and I went early to school to prepare for her pressie, but we didn’t tell her. Eunice texted me asking me if I knew where Carmaine was, I think I replied, “no idea” as I stood next to the wanted one. For Eunice’s 16th it was a school day, and I remember being the first to hug her when she got onto the old-ass train at Syndal. She took us to Tao’s a few days later and that day was stinking hot. It was just after I got a short haircut (are we seeing a pattern here?) and I really hated it because it makes me look like a stunned chicken. On her 17th, we didn’t see her, she was with her church friends, or WCC friends (they’re the same bunch of “Eunice’s-Others” in my head) but Carmaine, Bee and I were at Mocha Jo’s and I called her.

For my 15th, I’d gotten on the train with the then Yr 10’s and they didn’t know it was my birthday until Tiff got on and said happy birthday. April and Dani gave me their present; April gave me my first hardcore music album, System Of A Down’s Mesmerize, and Dani wrote a shitlong message in a card for a 2 year old. My 16th I did a big thing, and invited about 13 people to go watch HP5 on Friday the 13th, and then went to La Porchetta’s. I remember so clearly Nug being late late late! And also how my hand shook when I tried to put the candle in the cake, and then how loudly everyone sang happy birthday and made all the other La P’s patrons stare. The pressies I got on that day is still piled in my bedroom! I never stowed them away. On my 17th, I took Dani to ACMI’s Game On exhibition, BRuCE to Fedele’s (‘cos idiot Shira Nui was closed) and then had a joint party with Bel and SonJ at April’s place, where we played Singstar and Guitar Hero and watched Zoolander and I’m pretty Damn Sure I blogged about that somewhere.

I can’t wait until Bee and I turn 18, sorry Princess, but you’ll have to wait 15 days until you have someone to party with you, unless of course you go with Fel. [insert a really really big smile here] But after mid-years we are DEFINITELY going to celebrate at a bar. I can’t wait until Carmaine turns 18 either, because that marks the moment when all of us are adults and we’ll ALL go drinking and doing adult things. Unfortunately for Eunice her 18th is marred by the looming End Of Year’s. She’ll survive.

I should probably change the title of my blog to “Birthdays” buuuuuut I think birthdays are momentous days, as well.

De Fluffe, Out.

At Ease!

And so today, at 5:15 pm, I have officially finished ALL assessed work, for this year.

I had my VET MultiMedia exam. I swear VET subjects are more lax. I mean, the examiners came in 5 minutes before the exam started to upload the server on which we were to do our exams. Then, 5 of us didn’t have anywhere to sit, so we had to sort out that confusion.

So, post mortem aside, that’s that. Done. No more. I can rest, I can put my mind at ease, and just worry about being a teenager, and enjoying my last few weeks before I have to be a Responsible Student, followed by a Responsible Adult.

Hahaha, howzzat? By the time I get my results and gauge how I am doing as a Responsible Student, I’d be considered a legal adult. That, my friend, is exciting.

So, I bid luck to all those who STILL HAVE EXAMS LEFT!

De Fluffe, Out.