Carlos had good comedy, it was fun.
But the evening only really took off after he was fast asleep, like a child. It was amazing to have such a wonderful evening after Carlos and Erin and Shun had gone home. I don't know how to describe it.
I suppose orgasmic doesn't quite cover it. This will be remembered as one of the most powerful and memorable nights of my life, let alone the best of my University career so far. I liked it. They really liked it. We all loved it. After the boring people had all left, just me Jenny and Yukina remained, and remained in heaven until 9 the next morning. I'm still floating. I thought I was having a good couple of weeks until now? Wow, I still can't believe it, it only just happened a short time ago. I have never tried anything like that before. Wow. Wow.
I didn't know bodies bent that way.
I know you two will remember this night as much as I will. ;) ;) A wink for each of you.
But my favourite part of the whole night? The fact that it was so spontaneous and unexpected. I mean, we were hinting at it while Shun and Erin were still here, but after they left... kapow. And yes, I mean it. Oh yes. This was the first time any of us had done anything like this, but from the beginning it was as if we were all professionals. God, was that really six hours? It felt like it was over in 10 minutes. Yukina made all the right moves. I tried to fend her off, but she was too powerful. Jenny joined in really quickly, and made what was meant for two people become something for three.
It just felt right, you know? I'm glad no one interfered. We had to move out of the kitchen after a short while. Someone I knew would have probably walked in on us. But wow, man. I can't wait until Carlos goes home early again. It's something he was just not meant to witness, let alone participate in. Thank god for living on the ground floor.
I know Jenny will write about this. She enjoyed it. We all did. Wow.
Wednesday, 8 June 2005
Tuesday, 7 June 2005
Just for Jenny
Well, it's been a while. I knew this would happen. After a few days of daily updates, it just ground to an unexpected halt. But not for long, as in typing these words, I am already updating.
I suppose the focus of the weeks has been the end of exams. Even though I finished exams on Wednesday, every night we have had at least a small party. Most nights, this party has stretched on until 6AM of 7AM, usually with the daily watching of the Harris Hawks and then a cold walk back to bed. But Saturday night was Koji's leaving party. Despite Emma's best attempts to organise something especially memorable, Shun took the initiative and booked Nandos. Not that it wasn't fun, I really enjoyed it, and discovered my stomach cannot handle what it used to be able to handle. So smaller portions from now on. But what was special was what happened after the party. I drove a few people back to Froebel, and we had some brief games with the metal detector, discovering that the ground in Froebel, despite being concrete, has layers of metal underneath. When Emma set the detector off, Kaori astutely asserted that it had become a fat detector, and the size of Emma's behind was then set to fervent debate.
But while everyone else went home, Carlos and Emma and I stayed in the car, and we chatted for hours beyond Emma's usual bedtime. We spoke about everything, and it was one of those chats which you really appreciate and feel you learn something about the other people in the discussion.
I am also still amazed by the proportion of people who believe that I am going to get with Emma. Allow me to emphasise the platonic nature of our relationship.
The past few nights since the late-night-sit-in-the-car-chat have been mainly Carlos and Jenny here watching the Hawks, but they seem to appreciate my limited guitar/songwriting ability with constant requests for my song, Who Ate All My Chinese Pork Steaks?, words by Jo, my flat rep who left the lyric sheet lying around for someone to turn unexpectedly into a song. It's just an Am G F E sequence for the verse and then A F#m for the chorus, like Runaway, but still cool.
And bottle slicing has begun again. Since I showed Carlos how to slice an old chocolate milk bottle with a knife, his waterlust has been incredible, and we have been doing daily bottle executions. It is bringing back floods of memories, and some surprising new techniques.
Today I'm going to take a chance that has an unlikely positive outcome, but hey, it's worth a try. I also had this crazy dream last night. It's one of those you remember for a while, but it is still weird. There was some kind of explosion in London that destroyed the centre, and the rest of the city was falling apart and being consumed by lava. You know, that old dream. But the striking part was that the military, sent in to control and evacuate people started striking out against civilians. I had to go and wrap up an injured girl who'd been jabbed in the neck with a gun by an angry soldier for smashing some glass. I think it was the same girl who was shot in my last vivid soldier based dream. She's really unlucky. She had some kind of card in this dream, a secret card that had high powered audio for signalling hidden away. Not that any of this is relevant.
Carlos is doing his stand up comedy later, and I'm driving him into Richmond for it, and I'm hoping it goes well for him. It must be pretty nerveracking to do that, but he's the kind of guy who can. And I salute that. Slay 'em.
That's a summary of the past few days, here's Linda with the weather.
I suppose the focus of the weeks has been the end of exams. Even though I finished exams on Wednesday, every night we have had at least a small party. Most nights, this party has stretched on until 6AM of 7AM, usually with the daily watching of the Harris Hawks and then a cold walk back to bed. But Saturday night was Koji's leaving party. Despite Emma's best attempts to organise something especially memorable, Shun took the initiative and booked Nandos. Not that it wasn't fun, I really enjoyed it, and discovered my stomach cannot handle what it used to be able to handle. So smaller portions from now on. But what was special was what happened after the party. I drove a few people back to Froebel, and we had some brief games with the metal detector, discovering that the ground in Froebel, despite being concrete, has layers of metal underneath. When Emma set the detector off, Kaori astutely asserted that it had become a fat detector, and the size of Emma's behind was then set to fervent debate.
But while everyone else went home, Carlos and Emma and I stayed in the car, and we chatted for hours beyond Emma's usual bedtime. We spoke about everything, and it was one of those chats which you really appreciate and feel you learn something about the other people in the discussion.
I am also still amazed by the proportion of people who believe that I am going to get with Emma. Allow me to emphasise the platonic nature of our relationship.
The past few nights since the late-night-sit-in-the-car-chat have been mainly Carlos and Jenny here watching the Hawks, but they seem to appreciate my limited guitar/songwriting ability with constant requests for my song, Who Ate All My Chinese Pork Steaks?, words by Jo, my flat rep who left the lyric sheet lying around for someone to turn unexpectedly into a song. It's just an Am G F E sequence for the verse and then A F#m for the chorus, like Runaway, but still cool.
And bottle slicing has begun again. Since I showed Carlos how to slice an old chocolate milk bottle with a knife, his waterlust has been incredible, and we have been doing daily bottle executions. It is bringing back floods of memories, and some surprising new techniques.
Today I'm going to take a chance that has an unlikely positive outcome, but hey, it's worth a try. I also had this crazy dream last night. It's one of those you remember for a while, but it is still weird. There was some kind of explosion in London that destroyed the centre, and the rest of the city was falling apart and being consumed by lava. You know, that old dream. But the striking part was that the military, sent in to control and evacuate people started striking out against civilians. I had to go and wrap up an injured girl who'd been jabbed in the neck with a gun by an angry soldier for smashing some glass. I think it was the same girl who was shot in my last vivid soldier based dream. She's really unlucky. She had some kind of card in this dream, a secret card that had high powered audio for signalling hidden away. Not that any of this is relevant.
Carlos is doing his stand up comedy later, and I'm driving him into Richmond for it, and I'm hoping it goes well for him. It must be pretty nerveracking to do that, but he's the kind of guy who can. And I salute that. Slay 'em.
That's a summary of the past few days, here's Linda with the weather.
Saturday, 4 June 2005
Ham and Cheese Threesome
Well, interview. I didn't manage to get my tie, but I think I survived it in a snazzy white shirt and mentioning to the South African boss my South African heritage. Hopefully that might sway things a little in my favour. Not that I can stand South Africa or anything relating to it. But I felt it went well.
You know how it occurs to me, it has been a week since the "get drunk" party, and this week has been one of the best weeks? Exams ended, friends congregated, happiness ensued? I'm feeling great about myself, great about being alive. I'm appreciating it, but I'm still trying not to take it for granted. I know I sound like a self help book, but I think this is what life is about: the times that you are happiest, and you will remember your happiness. Ultimately, I am still noticing an underlying sadness, which I think comes from fear, but it pales in comparison to how I have felt in my conscious level. I am content with life right now. I am content with everything around me, and not even idiots trying to be big burly men can take it down (ref: title). I have gone on and on about it this week, but I guess it's because it's the greatest feeling.
Apparently I'm in trouble for my post about massages. Apparently, they were joking. Well, Jenny was. Carlos still plans to add it, I hope.
I didn't get to go to the International Graduation party. Not graduating and not being international, I think I failed two of the primary requirements, but I still turned up at the end acting taxi. Which I seriously don't mind, it was cool to see everyone dressed up so nicely. But the evening left me disappointed that people were running out of steam. The past few nights have had earlier and earlier bedtimes. Wednesday night, it was 7ish everyone left. Yesterday, it was 6. Tonight... 3!?! My God, what? We're losing touch with what it means to be a student, come on!
In other news...
I drew this today. It's more of a DWeb thing.
I have decided I really like the new Foo Fighters song. I would download it from iTunes, but it's only a digital file. I'll buy the album on CD when it comes out. That way it actually exists, and can't be destroyed by a HDD crash. That's the problem with iTunes. Fast server, but you can't download things more than once for the same price. Well, life goes on I guess.
Damn, it's 6:36. And to think, getting up at 10:45 for my 11:30 interview today, I almost had my hours back to normal. At least my tyre hasn't popped yet. Also, it's getting more and more flattering to hear about how many people read my blog. So many people have an interest in my life. This means you, reader. I'm talking to you.
You know how it occurs to me, it has been a week since the "get drunk" party, and this week has been one of the best weeks? Exams ended, friends congregated, happiness ensued? I'm feeling great about myself, great about being alive. I'm appreciating it, but I'm still trying not to take it for granted. I know I sound like a self help book, but I think this is what life is about: the times that you are happiest, and you will remember your happiness. Ultimately, I am still noticing an underlying sadness, which I think comes from fear, but it pales in comparison to how I have felt in my conscious level. I am content with life right now. I am content with everything around me, and not even idiots trying to be big burly men can take it down (ref: title). I have gone on and on about it this week, but I guess it's because it's the greatest feeling.
Apparently I'm in trouble for my post about massages. Apparently, they were joking. Well, Jenny was. Carlos still plans to add it, I hope.
I didn't get to go to the International Graduation party. Not graduating and not being international, I think I failed two of the primary requirements, but I still turned up at the end acting taxi. Which I seriously don't mind, it was cool to see everyone dressed up so nicely. But the evening left me disappointed that people were running out of steam. The past few nights have had earlier and earlier bedtimes. Wednesday night, it was 7ish everyone left. Yesterday, it was 6. Tonight... 3!?! My God, what? We're losing touch with what it means to be a student, come on!
In other news...
I drew this today. It's more of a DWeb thing.
I have decided I really like the new Foo Fighters song. I would download it from iTunes, but it's only a digital file. I'll buy the album on CD when it comes out. That way it actually exists, and can't be destroyed by a HDD crash. That's the problem with iTunes. Fast server, but you can't download things more than once for the same price. Well, life goes on I guess.
Damn, it's 6:36. And to think, getting up at 10:45 for my 11:30 interview today, I almost had my hours back to normal. At least my tyre hasn't popped yet. Also, it's getting more and more flattering to hear about how many people read my blog. So many people have an interest in my life. This means you, reader. I'm talking to you.
Friday, 3 June 2005
Far Too Early
It's currently 6:20 in the AM, and it should be sleeping time. It will be soon, but under life threatening demands from jenny to update, here I am. Updating. Well, yesterday (technically 2 days ago), I finished my exams. I have finished my work, I have finished the course for the year, and as of today I have about a week left to live in these halls. It's a strange feeling. As soon as they start feeling like home, we have to get out. It's a shame, but it has to be done. I have a much cooler house next year.
Last night was weird too. Jenny and Carlos came over and we chatted and watched Family Guy until about 7:00AM (after watching Pulp Fiction earlier that evening with Emma and Kaori and Carlos). On trying to drive them home, I found my front right tyre had been totally deflated, so it left them walking. Today I managed to change it without help, which was cool because I've only ever watched people do it and never really paid much attention to the process. So now I'm riding on the spare, I'll get it checked tomorrow.
Anyway, today I watched AI in Japanese with Kaori and Emma, and it is very strange to see a film you know in another language. I understood it because I've seen it twice before, but when I imagine it from today I remember it with the original voices. It still helped my understanding. Buru Fe-ri. After that we had takeaway and I rushed off to help Qian, but as it turns out she'd already gone to bed as it was almost midnight. So I went to watch Politics (or parts of it) with Shun and Erin and Jenny and Carlos. I took Carlos and Jenny back to my place and we watched more Family Guy and went to Asda again, etc.
What everyone was begging to be put in blogs was what followed after Yukina arrived. It started so innocently with Jenny massaging Yukina and odd dialog going on between them. Carlos clearly wanted a massage as well, so I volunteered and massaged him for a short while until he suggested a swap. Not too keen to try out his massaging technique, I was relieved when I realised he meant he swapped with Yukina, so he had Jenny and I massaged Yukina. So this continued for a while; I think it was something like half an hour. Carlos and Jenny switched places after a while, but I think Yukina was enjoying it too much to want to switch. With the workload she'd been doing I'm not surprised. It sounded like she enjoyed it, and I like giving massages, especially when they're appreciated. Apparently, in all the blogs we will have a similar version of events, except with a slight shift of teasing in each one. So check out Carlos's and Jenny's blog, the links to the right.
We went out to see the Harris Hawk handler after as well (we met him last night, and he comes in to scare off the pigeons and squirrels). It was highly cool as he took off his handling mitt and gave it to Carlos and me to let us hold it, but sadly there were no photos. We got to feed it a semi torn baby chick, which wasn't pleasant but it still meant this huge but very light bird perched upon out extended arms for a while. He's coming back Monday and Tuesday morning with a pair of them for hunting, so we'll probably see some kills.
That's been my eventful couple of days. Relaxing post exams is great. I have no University work until September. The end of September. Wow! And to satisfy Jenny's lust for gossip and recollection of tonight's events: massage massage massage massage massage.
I have my Waitrose call back interview tomorrow at 11:30. I will get about 4 hours sleep. I want to wear a tie, so I'll probably have to go home and fetch one. Anyway, goodnight any of you who are reading this before you sleep.
Last night was weird too. Jenny and Carlos came over and we chatted and watched Family Guy until about 7:00AM (after watching Pulp Fiction earlier that evening with Emma and Kaori and Carlos). On trying to drive them home, I found my front right tyre had been totally deflated, so it left them walking. Today I managed to change it without help, which was cool because I've only ever watched people do it and never really paid much attention to the process. So now I'm riding on the spare, I'll get it checked tomorrow.
Anyway, today I watched AI in Japanese with Kaori and Emma, and it is very strange to see a film you know in another language. I understood it because I've seen it twice before, but when I imagine it from today I remember it with the original voices. It still helped my understanding. Buru Fe-ri. After that we had takeaway and I rushed off to help Qian, but as it turns out she'd already gone to bed as it was almost midnight. So I went to watch Politics (or parts of it) with Shun and Erin and Jenny and Carlos. I took Carlos and Jenny back to my place and we watched more Family Guy and went to Asda again, etc.
What everyone was begging to be put in blogs was what followed after Yukina arrived. It started so innocently with Jenny massaging Yukina and odd dialog going on between them. Carlos clearly wanted a massage as well, so I volunteered and massaged him for a short while until he suggested a swap. Not too keen to try out his massaging technique, I was relieved when I realised he meant he swapped with Yukina, so he had Jenny and I massaged Yukina. So this continued for a while; I think it was something like half an hour. Carlos and Jenny switched places after a while, but I think Yukina was enjoying it too much to want to switch. With the workload she'd been doing I'm not surprised. It sounded like she enjoyed it, and I like giving massages, especially when they're appreciated. Apparently, in all the blogs we will have a similar version of events, except with a slight shift of teasing in each one. So check out Carlos's and Jenny's blog, the links to the right.
We went out to see the Harris Hawk handler after as well (we met him last night, and he comes in to scare off the pigeons and squirrels). It was highly cool as he took off his handling mitt and gave it to Carlos and me to let us hold it, but sadly there were no photos. We got to feed it a semi torn baby chick, which wasn't pleasant but it still meant this huge but very light bird perched upon out extended arms for a while. He's coming back Monday and Tuesday morning with a pair of them for hunting, so we'll probably see some kills.
That's been my eventful couple of days. Relaxing post exams is great. I have no University work until September. The end of September. Wow! And to satisfy Jenny's lust for gossip and recollection of tonight's events: massage massage massage massage massage.
I have my Waitrose call back interview tomorrow at 11:30. I will get about 4 hours sleep. I want to wear a tie, so I'll probably have to go home and fetch one. Anyway, goodnight any of you who are reading this before you sleep.
Wednesday, 1 June 2005
Song
It's been so long since I wrote a song, it feels so weird to talk about it. I just had inspiration from how I was feeling and the rhythm of walking down the stairs. It's a simple one, with 'The Tourist' undertones, but I like it. I think Emma needs to help me with the lyrics. I could never do lyrics. But the theme's there, it just needs a bit of honing.
I can't help how I feel. I'm really scared right now, because I've always felt that feeling really great preceded feeling really bad. And I'm still feeling so happy. I drove across London today for Julia on a whim without thought, something I don't usually do, just because I was in a good mood and because I do feel indebted to her as well. But still, I don't usually. So I'm worried that this is all leading to some unexpected and painful fall from happiness. Somehow, I am very sad right now, for the same reasons I am happy, but without getting emo, I am still thankful for the emotion.
But watching 24 today, and spending hours looking for the transcript to paste, I wanted to show you what George Mason said to Michelle Dessler in Episode 17:00 to 18:00. It meant a lot to me, and this is paraphrasing, it still should give the impact of the show.
Mason: Believe it or not, I wanted to be a teacher. And you know what changed my mind? DoD offered me more money. So I made myself miserable, and everyone around me miserable for a measly $5000 more a year. Don't stand around waiting for life to happen to you, find what makes you happy, and do it.
That whole scene is one of the most perfect scenes in television. George Mason's scenes in this series have been so perfect. Xander Berkley is an amazing actor and he plays this series beautifully.
His advice is what will influence me for my major choices, and I hope I remember it. However, as a fortune cookie said today, 'Advise is like snow, let it settle softly and it will be firmer.' I think it means don't take advice too literally, but don't disregard it. Let it mature in your mind and work its way into your life.
Hilfe.
It's been an hour since I started writing this post, I should get back to my song. I'm sleeping over at home tonight because I need to take my car in early tomorrow. Curse this exhaust pipe. Despite what I said earlier in the blog, I'm still smiling. I'm still happy, and I'm ready to finish this year. I just don't know what happens next year, but then again, I just don't know what happens next week.
I can't help how I feel. I'm really scared right now, because I've always felt that feeling really great preceded feeling really bad. And I'm still feeling so happy. I drove across London today for Julia on a whim without thought, something I don't usually do, just because I was in a good mood and because I do feel indebted to her as well. But still, I don't usually. So I'm worried that this is all leading to some unexpected and painful fall from happiness. Somehow, I am very sad right now, for the same reasons I am happy, but without getting emo, I am still thankful for the emotion.
But watching 24 today, and spending hours looking for the transcript to paste, I wanted to show you what George Mason said to Michelle Dessler in Episode 17:00 to 18:00. It meant a lot to me, and this is paraphrasing, it still should give the impact of the show.
Mason: Believe it or not, I wanted to be a teacher. And you know what changed my mind? DoD offered me more money. So I made myself miserable, and everyone around me miserable for a measly $5000 more a year. Don't stand around waiting for life to happen to you, find what makes you happy, and do it.
That whole scene is one of the most perfect scenes in television. George Mason's scenes in this series have been so perfect. Xander Berkley is an amazing actor and he plays this series beautifully.
His advice is what will influence me for my major choices, and I hope I remember it. However, as a fortune cookie said today, 'Advise is like snow, let it settle softly and it will be firmer.' I think it means don't take advice too literally, but don't disregard it. Let it mature in your mind and work its way into your life.
Hilfe.
It's been an hour since I started writing this post, I should get back to my song. I'm sleeping over at home tonight because I need to take my car in early tomorrow. Curse this exhaust pipe. Despite what I said earlier in the blog, I'm still smiling. I'm still happy, and I'm ready to finish this year. I just don't know what happens next year, but then again, I just don't know what happens next week.
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