Ice Water

I built a castle in the snow,
A fortress deep and tall.
And though the world outside
Should crumble,
My rock would never fall.
It shielded me from winter winds,
From dark and violent storms,
But now the summer sun has come,
Where has my refuge gone?

Wooo...look who's here? It's MONKEY!!! MOOONKEY!! (Pigsy...) MONKEY!! (Pigsy...)
Are you reading this right now Monkey? Are you?! Well let me warn you, you better keep up your blogging or I shall strike down with great vengeance and FUUURIOUS anger....

Oh and Coolwormy's fixed hers......!

Anyway...

Today we (Michael, Brian, me) went for our weekly big lunch. Nicole joined in too which was cool.
After a brief and heated argument about where to eat (Michael = Nandos Chicken, me = pizza, Brian = whatever is edible), we settled on pizza (I am...winner!).
So yeah, we gobbled up two large pizzas and then drove down to McDonalds for some sundaes. After finishing my sundae in the car on the way back to uni, I had developed an unquenchable thirst, and I was forced to drink water from Brian's water bottle which he uses at the gym. The water tasted deliciously like Brian's sweat. Yum.

I was talking to a friend the other day. She had read my blog, and was saying that she couldn't understand how we have so much time to think and dream. She said she was 'past that stage'.
Well I don't think I'll ever stop thinking (except at uni) or dreaming. I hope that I'll keep thinking and dreaming all my life, and even when I'm 70 I'll wake up with thoughts of talking whales.



Tonight Coolwormy and I came up with a little story. We didn't intend to create one, but it sort of came out that way. (For the real conversation, check her blog.) Enjoy...

Once upon a time in a kingdom far far away, there lived a princess called Cheng Lim the XXII. She was extremely pretty (compared to all the peasant girls who worked all day in the mines) and relatively intelligent (there were many cases of mercury poisoning in the kingdom, leading to deformed and retarded children).
Many a fine gentleman asked her for her hand in marriage, but they were politely refused, for she was already engaged to Dim Sim Ian. Dim Sim Ian was from the enchanted land of Hongkongaloin, and had wooed her by pretending to be much more mature and older than what his birth certificates showed.

One day Princess Cheng Lim went riding in the woods by herself (Dim Sim Ian couldn't find his socks and spent the day sulking in his castle). As she was trotting through the woods, she saw something shiny shining in the not-too-distant distance.
I wonder what that is, she said to herself. Cheng Lim often spoke to herself.
Like a curious worm, she decided to investigate. She went on deeper into the woods, towards the shiny thing.

Closer...closer...closer

'Hot damn!!' she screamed. A few birds dropped dead from the trees.

There, lo and behold, in a clearing amongst the trees, lay a perfectly formed green-tea marble cake, bathed in dappled sunlight.

Without thinking, she leapt off her horse and ran towards the perfectly formed green-tea marble cake, bathed in dappled sunlight.
Just when she reached the perfectly formed green-tea marble cake, bathed in dappled sunlight, the ground began sinking beneath her feet.
'What the? Am I THAT heavy?' she said, breathlessly.
As she continued sinking, the realisation struck her... it was quicksand!
Panicking, she struggled in vain, kicking and screaming. But the more she struggled, the deeper she sank. She even tried breaststroking through the sand, but to no avail.

'HEEEEELPPP! she screamed. 'HEEELP HEEEEELP!!!!'
More birds dropped dead from trees.

Soon the sand was up to her...umm...chest.
'HEEEEELPPPP!!!'

And then, she heard the sound of a galloping horse. The sound of hooves on the forest floor became louder and louder, until, bursting through the trees, there stood her knight in shining armour.

'Wassssup my fair lady,' boomed the Knight.
'Save me dumbass!' cried Cheng Lim.
The Knight stopped, puzzled. The girl had a funny accent. Perhaps she had just come ashore from another land...
'Pardon, madamoiselle?'
'I said SAVE ME!'
'Oh ok. Wait, but on one condition.'
'Whaaat?!'
'I want to be with you forever and ever.'
'I can't! I'm engaged to Dim Sim Ian.'
'Pffft! That guy! I spit on thee!' (Takes off helmet, spits on ground, replaces helmet)
'So...either you be with me forever or die in the sands.'
'Ok ok, fine....hurry up and do it. DO IT!!'
By now, the sand was halfway up her mouth.

The Knight walked over to Cheng Lim and stretched out his hand.
'Come on, grab my hand. Don't worry, I've got arms.'
She could no longer reply but instinctively grasped his outstretched hand.
'Whoa shit you're...heavy...whoaa......whoooa...waaaaaaa....'
And with that, the Knight fell into the sand, to be forever with his beloved princess.

The End.

On Wednesdays, it is me, Michael and Brian's 'tradition' to go out to eat lunch between our 12.30-2pm break. Usually we go eat Thai or McDonalds at Stanmore, but today we decided to eat KFC in Burwood.

So we get to KFC and are standing there, staring at the menu. Brian and Michael want Wicked Wings (basically a more fried and chilli version of the original), while I am leaning towards a simple two-piece feed. I am about to order when I spot a combo meal they have.
'Hey look, they have a family feast thingy for $24.95. It's got like everything. Haha.'
I laughed because we couldn't possibly finish...what was it....10 pieces original chicken, 10 pieces Wicked Wings, potato and gravy/coleslaw, 1.25L Pepsi, 4 corn cobs, large chips...
'Actually thats not bad. You wanna get it?' says Brian, earnestly.
'What? Get that?! Are you serious?!!' I reply.
'What! That?! Serious?' repeats Michael.

And so we got it. We sat down and ate 20 pieces of greasy, deep-fried, dripping-with-fat chicken. Along with the chips. And Pepsi. And coleslaw. And chips. And yes, even the butter-smeared corn cobs.
All that between 3 people. I don't think I've eaten that much shit...well, junk shit...ever. I felt like I had just drunk a litre of oil. There goes your whole month of gym-work Brian, and so much for your 'diet'. More craziness followed when Michael attempted to buy a soft-serve cone at McDonalds next door...luckily I stopped him, lest he start puking in the car or something.

So yeah, we ended up getting back to uni at 2.20...fortunately the lecturer was late so it was ok. Not that I listened during lecture. I was too busy playing SimCity on Brian's PocketPC.

Oh tonight I ate a chicken schnitzel for dinner. More chicken. I'm going to lay an egg soon.


I've been having a lot of vivid dreams lately. No, not the 'teenage' kind. Last night I dreamt I was watching the rugby grand finals at Telstra Stadium, except the field was only as large as a tennis court. A few weeks back I dreamt I was fighting the Japanese in WWII in China. And yeah, lots of little weird dreams in between, like shooting aliens on a spaceship or drowning in a sea of petrol.

Anyway, two nights ago I had a dream that I was whale-watching with my friends (yes, I think about you guys ALL the time...even when I'm sleeping...Awww).
We sat there on a cliff high above the water, waiting for the whales to appear. Every now and then one of us would jump into the water just for fun, because it was so boring sitting there. We waited and waited until the sky turned orange.
I had dived in again and was treading water, my back pressed against the rocks. Then, out of the blue, the whales appeared.
The sea was full of their massive black bodies, and they kept swimming closer and closer towards me. Soon they were right next to me, and although I was trembling with fear and trepidation, I reached out and touched one of them. It felt like...whale.
Suddenly one of them swam right up to me and faced me. It pushed me with its nose(?), pinning me to the rock. Then, two huge cartoon-like eyes appeared, staring at me and blinking. It went right up to my face, smiled at me, and whispered, 'Breathe' in a low and soft voice that only I could hear.
And then as they were swimming away, my damn alarm clock rang.

So that's my funny dream. I swear it was so real I could feel everything. I remember (in my dream) thinking how beautiful the sunset looked. And I remember wondering what Mr Whale meant by 'Breathe'.
Even now I still wonder. Are dreams messages sent to us by some unseen being? Are dreams the life of another 'you', a 'you' that is awake when you're asleep? Maybe now, while you're reading this, your other 'you' is dreaming that he/she is reading this blog.

But probably not. Most likely, dreams are just fragments of your thoughts and days, made into a little movie for you to watch.
That's the problem with growing up. When you are small, you dream that possibilities will open up to you in the future. Really though, it's the opposite.

I can't stand this cold anymore. It cuts like a knife, a wound that never heals. No matter how many layers of clothes I put on, I feel like I have icecubes permanently down my shirt (and pants). What the hell is wrong with the weather?! Is Spring not cometh sooneth?

Serenis came back from her world tour on Wednesday. A little darker perhaps, and a tiny little bit wiser. But yeah, still the good old Serenis. She has so many stories to tell, so many experiences... I'm very happy for her, that she had the time of her life, that she was able to fulfill one of her dreams.
We went out tonight to celebrate her homecoming. We had dinner at Wagamammas (nice food, shame about the price and serving size), and then dessert at Passionflower. The weather of course was, and still is, awful. Walking down city streets into Antartic gales is no fun. And then...I don't know, the night seemed...disjointed? Almost as if the winds carried some of the spirit of the night away...

My thesis isn't going very well. I'm getting quite worried. While I sit here, sand trickles down the hourglass. So much work to do...always so much...
My partner of course hasn't done anything. What can I do? Sure I can complain to the supervisor, and what? Lose not only the hint of a friendship, but be villified by all in the faculty? I'd rather suffer than be shunned, knowing that being shunned is a greater suffering in itself.

These days, everyone seems to be breaking up. Time, money, love, time....all shattered in an instant.
One of my friends broke up with his girlfriend after five years. Another good friend also broke up recently. He wanders around, a seemingly lost soul. That grin, that confident swagger, is gone. I can see the regret in his sunken face, his tired tired eyes...the realisation that half his dreams have disappeared in a night. He will mend and he will forget (like I once did, a long, long time ago), but it's always hard to fly with one wing...

Do you love the person you love because of who they are, or what they give you? Which one is more important? Have you found someone who can give you both?

Break up in Winter, start anew in Spring.

Short Post.
Not much else has been happening as of late. Applied for a few part-time jobs so I can save up money and go travelling at the end of the year. And buy a car too. And some nice business shirts and suits. And an mp3 player. Well, I haven't gotten any replies yet, so they're all on hold.
Been going out now and then...I watched 'War of the Worlds' on one of the nights. It was surprisingly good until the end, when I think the director/writer couldn't find a way to end the movie so he kind of cut it short abruptly.

Things are getting complicated. I hate that. I was complaining to Bee about how things are getting complicated and messy, and she said, 'You're the one making it complicated.'
I make things complicated because I think too much. I think too much because I'm...Aidan. If only I were a simple farmboy, toiling the fields and rolling down green meadows...

A change is in the air. Can you feel it? Friendly breezes smoothing over cold wet grass, random patches of green appearing on trees, birds finding their voices once more. I think they call it... 'Spring'...like warm water poured over ice...
I feel another change. People are changing. Friends, and the friendships they bring, are changing. I hope I make the right choices. The worst thing about regret is it hits you when you're down and makes it ten times worse.

My friend told me how he might be going overseas with his girlfriend and his family. He's a good guy and a good friend and I should be happy for him. I am, but not whole-heartedly. I'm jealous (He doesn't read this blog, right? Good.). Jealous that I don't get the same opportunity, jealous that I don't experience the same happiness. Jealousy is such a bad emotion.
Why should I care that someone else is enjoying life more than me? Why should the happiness that someone else feels in any way affect me? Stupid. Stupid emotion. Stupid person to feel a stupid emotion.

I was just sitting here before when I suddenly thought back to my one-day holiday in Hawaii. I remember the waves lapping gently on pristine shores, the blue cloudless sky, the beautiful people, the mesmerising sunset, the feeling of absolute freedom one gets from being totally carefree.
I miss those times, and thinking about it makes me sad. Memories make me sad. I'm very nostalgic. Or is it sentimental, I'm not sure I know the difference. I think a lot of things make me sad.

I begged her to stay.
She smiled, and turned away.