fuck you..

So I realised, it's been two weeks since I last blogged.

These two weeks haven't really been great, but I'm guessing it's just pressure being built up from university, and some friends haven't been really great, when I was at Sean's party.

So, first things first.
I have realised, that I need to catch up with alot of people from high school. People who I use to talk to heaps, but recently haven't because we aren't in high school anymore. I talked to Raymond a few days ago, and it was cool, so we're deciding to go for a game of pool and some coffee. So, I have made a resolution to go through a list of people, and maybe catchup with them soon. It just feels great, because it won't feel like high school was the only place we were friends, and also, keep in touch for longer.

Second.
I am trying to type formally, for a reason I don't know.

Third.
Last week was pretty standard. Time feels like its going extremely fast now. I have thought about this so many times, and it's crazy. Especially having two days of university a week, and two days of work a week, the other 3 days are spent catching up homework. Our teacher was like, "Okay, it's week 5!, we have a quiz today!". I thought, week 5, wow, you got to be kidding me... But, actually, I have settled into university very well, and things are working out great. I got 100% for that quiz that we got too, but sadly, it's only worth 2.5% of our whole semester. The test was also bull-shit, it was 4 questions, of addition. Oh well, it's a good start.
Time has really been bugging me lately, and I can see, university will be very fast. Easter is also coming up soon, and we'll have our week's break. Fast eh..

Fourth.
Sean's birthday party. It was something I had been looking forward to for a while, as I haven't had time to really let myself off for a while, and party, or just hang out with a big group of friends. That day was an awesome day. In the morning, I met up with Frank, and we went to the City, to buy Sean the gift, which was a brand new Bass Guitar set. Sean kept on calling me, asking me to help set up his last minute party, but dodged it so many times, that he started getting irritated and pissed at me. But, I still didn't end up going to help him.
Moving on, Frank and I went home, and we tagged the guitar, whilst signing a card. Then after, decided to play a game of pool, and purposely go to Sean's party late, so we can surprise him with his Bass Guitar. Straight after I gave him the guitar, Frank handed me a bottle of Smirnoff, and I went straight to it, and skulled what was left in the bottle. I should never have done that, but I did, and couldn't help it. My head started spinning, and damn I felt so good. I had a few gulps of Vodka too, from some other guy.
That night, many people chipped in for Sean's gift, and signed the card, and was all going fine. Though, I was a little tipsy, things started going wrong in my head. I started getting angry. Firstly, I did not want to hear a *guy* next to him, go "Fuck it man, don't chip in", when I asked Frank Wang, if he wanted to chip. Now, I don't know who the fuck you think you are, but the money is not for me, and what?, your not getting the money?, or are you just a little FUCKED UP in the head?. He was also smoking that night, which I least expected from. But mate, I don't know what's your problem, fuck wit. Maybe if I was homeless, or if I was begging, then say that. I know your life is full of 'fuck it man, fuck this, argh fuck that', but not to me.
I got really angry that night, even though it might have been something little. What also pissed me off even more was smoking, he was like *puff puff*, and gives that stare. I have no idea what image you are trying to portray, but no one looks up to you, should try harder next time.
Anyway, the gift.
It actually costed me quite a bit, but I was surprised at the amount of chippers. I only have about $130 left to pay off now.
I was also talking to Priss, or Iris or something, when they asked if I had any food. I actually wasn't feeling hungry at all, and all day too. I actually had the flu that night. So I was like, nah, I actually hadn't had anything that whole day, no brekkie, no lunch, no dinner. Half a picnic bar was what I had. So thats that. *he* walks past, and goes, "something to be fucking proud of?, huh?". I turned around, and I was like.. ?.. I dunno if I should have been cut. Maybe.. It was because I was holding a Smirnoff bottle, which I just had. But later that night, he also paid me back the formal after party money, so I was cool about it, and chipped $5.00 in, as in all he had ($40.00 note). He wasn't very happy though. Clearly remember him saying, here, take the fucking money. But now that I have my money back, I actually hope to never associate with him again. He hasn't been the ideal person for me to ever talk to, since the whole of high school. He'd act cool one moment, but one moment he'd be all 'hey your a loser' sort of thing, and give me these stares. I don't know. It's just really dick to me sometimes. He had a fucking flick knife on him that night too. Now would I have said "something to be fucking proud of?". Argh, so many people that night, I'd say 5-6 people, I really had the shits with, in my head.
We went karaoke that night too, which was alright. I had a headache for the rest of the night, and the last thing I needed was people singing and loud bass ringing in my ears.
Some people just really pissed me off that night. I don't know what it was, but it actually was stuck in my head for the whole week. I won't be naming names on the blog, but argh, it's been terrible.
Overall the party was great.

My shift started 5:00AM the next morning, but I was still at George Street McDonalds at 5:40. I got home, showered, and went straight to work. And as soon as I got there, my boss was standing in front of me. I arrived at 8:20AM. But after a long scream he had, I was on my last warning, and will get fired?. I really don't know what'd happen if I did it again.
Work is cool now, theres actually someone I know at the airport now. Tom Lee's mum!. We often have a little wave at each other when I pass the sushi stand. She'd offer me free sushi, but I'm always like, nah, it's okay. Firstly, I'm allergic to seafood, and secondly, it's not nice to ask/take food.
My second day of work was quite hectic. I got off my '400' bus which dropped me off at T3, where I heard loud sirens, and saw ambulances and federal police cars and vans racing across the road opposite where I was standing. I stood still and thought it might have been a terrorist attack. So then I start walking towards my terminal, T2, which was just 50 meters down the road. While I was walking, three policemen come storming out of the Virgin HUB exit, with their hands on their guns, ready to shoot, and running like crazy, towards T3. When I actually got to work, I picked up my talky, and heard security screaming "Need guards here now, NEED GUARDS!"
I really wanted to go check it out, even though I was 3 minutes off my sign in time. I didn't end up going.
The talk then started, about the shit, and I was relieved it wasn't a terrorist attack.
It was just a huge brawl/fight.

But as I got home, it showed on the news, a man was murdered.
Damn that was weird, hearing shit like that.
I have really come to realise, airport security is really useless, apart from screening people and finding 'shit' in peoples bags.
I reckon they could've stopped these mofos who smashed that guy and killed him, but was just too scared to. Truthfully, they're all fat-shits, and about another 70% of them are Indians (not in an offensive way).
Though, security aren't allowed to carry guns or any form of weaponry, which I find extremely stupid. I know these people have rifles and pistols, stored in an emergency safe, in the basement, but I think they take this out for.. terrorist attacks?
But anyway, it was one weird day at work. Lol.

Fifthly.
This week was quite a high pressure week, and not to sound like a girl, I have broke down a bit. Firstly thinking of some friends thing, and stuff, alot of hatred built up. It's good no one reads this blog, except for Garmon. It's funny, how we don't even talk that often or much, but through our blogs, we really know what's up. But the thing is, blogging shit like this really makes me feel better.
One afternoon, I was really just sitting there, looking blankly at the computer screen, and things just went spinning in my brain. I cried a bit?, or not really, but like, it was just that feeling. It was the sort of feeling that I'd imagine myself jumping off a cliff, or just punching the shit out of everyones faces.
Anyway, this week, thoughts, and assignments have been the real killers.
Monday/Tuesday, we had an assignment due, which was a "Summary/Evaluation" business report. Okay, I got that over with. It was due 12 noon, at any campus. So my dad drove me to Parramata Campus, as he had a Business meeting with someone there. I got there, and bang, there was a 50-60 meter line, coming out of the hand-in reception. I innocently lined up at the very back, till I saw Femo. HOW RANDOM. He was actually 10 people away from the hand-in place, so I ran to him, and lol!, 5 minutes, the whole thing was done, and handed in.
My dad gave Frank a lift back to Hurstville, and we caught up a bit on the car. We both do exactly the same classes, and courses, which was good to hear. We could exchange some homework :D. He's also wanting to transfer out of UWS soon. We're all really in the same boat here. I can't wait till I transfer out of UWS, and go to an actual university, which is good. That kept me thinking for a while.
My dad hardly even recognised him. He knew him since year 4, and our parents back then were actually close?, or like talked heaps. He also smelt like smoke, which kind of got my dad sus.
Femo changed alot since year 4. James An was cool, and he use to fully participate in class, and was into this whole 'OC class' or 'Selective' school shit. Well, we 'all' were, and we all tried hard, but wow, it's interesting, how we really just didn't get into the best university our parents expected.

Accouting (Wednesday), the night before, I was really pulling my hair out! We had a progress report due the next day, and we had NO idea what to do. But managed to get that over with. I did the homework too, on the train, when I copied in all the answers from my friends.

Then marketing Portfolio was due, which was 5 week's worth of assignments and reports, which goes to the portfolio. Did that today, in 4 hours break.
But now, this week's university is over, I feel so damn relaxed. I jump for joy at times like this.
Oh, and this morning, I'm not sure what I saw at Ashfield, as my train was passing the station, but the whole station was closed, and there were ambulance crew and police crew there. There was a body lying on the ground, with a white blanket put over him/her, full body. It sent a slight chill down my spine, but, damn.., what happened?

Anyway, I finished this week off, with a game of pool with my university friend, who miraculously knows Matt Day too. We called Day for a game of pool, and caught up. It was quite strange, how small this world is, but it's cool. And now, I'm home, and wow I feel very good.

I don't want to be that little bitchy guy who always writes random shit on blogs, and bitch about life, but this really makes me feel better.

Quite a long blog this is.

I'm off.

Victor Xiong