Happy Birthday Danny
I sometimes wonder if my brother Danny, managed to gain all the creative and gifted genes in the family. As well as being a talented artist and musician he's also business analyst. Wow, artsy and brainy...
I remember him telling me years ago how much he wished he had studied music rather than computer science. And considering his ability, he proberly could have done it just as well as anything. It's funny how things turn out.
So Danny gets all the good stuff, inherits mom's artistic drawing skills and abilitys and a brain to boot, and as for me well, I just get my dad's facial features.. I didn't even inherit my dads cooking skills - I can't cook to save my own life! I got the bottom of the barrel I tell ya, the bottom of the barrel!
Well today is Danny's 28th Birthday... and I just wanted to let the whole world know how proud I am of you, and everything you've done (and also how envious I am of you! How many people do I know who are related to me can write and produce their own music?!). And also though we may be far apart you'll always be my big brother, love ya Danny!
I remember him telling me years ago how much he wished he had studied music rather than computer science. And considering his ability, he proberly could have done it just as well as anything. It's funny how things turn out.
So Danny gets all the good stuff, inherits mom's artistic drawing skills and abilitys and a brain to boot, and as for me well, I just get my dad's facial features.. I didn't even inherit my dads cooking skills - I can't cook to save my own life! I got the bottom of the barrel I tell ya, the bottom of the barrel!
Well today is Danny's 28th Birthday... and I just wanted to let the whole world know how proud I am of you, and everything you've done (and also how envious I am of you! How many people do I know who are related to me can write and produce their own music?!). And also though we may be far apart you'll always be my big brother, love ya Danny!
Rice Bowl Journals Perth meetup!
Okay, okay so I went. Considering the fact I never been on the Rice Bowl Journal forums but only came to know of the meetup though Damos whom I had the pleasure of getting to know in the days we were both 'pending members' waiting eagerly to be verified on the site. ...I almost didnt go, but I am so glad I did. Funny how things work out.
So this was the first Perth meetup for us Rice Bowl Journalers, and how exciting it was! It was great because since I didn't know these people from the forums, I didnt have any expectations on what these people were like. But hey, they all turned out to be really cool people.
Yum! Dinner Time!
We went out to a resturant in Northbridge where we ate, talked, and laughed like I never had laughed in a long time. By the end of it I was exhausted but I had such a great time. I am so glad to have met a bunch of really cool, funny and intelligent people.
Me and my bloody googly eyes... (clockwise) : Teresa, Me, Anne, Nhu, Damon, Jean, Shuey & Kim
So, when's the next meet guys?!
So this was the first Perth meetup for us Rice Bowl Journalers, and how exciting it was! It was great because since I didn't know these people from the forums, I didnt have any expectations on what these people were like. But hey, they all turned out to be really cool people.
Yum! Dinner Time!
We went out to a resturant in Northbridge where we ate, talked, and laughed like I never had laughed in a long time. By the end of it I was exhausted but I had such a great time. I am so glad to have met a bunch of really cool, funny and intelligent people.
Me and my bloody googly eyes... (clockwise) : Teresa, Me, Anne, Nhu, Damon, Jean, Shuey & Kim
So, when's the next meet guys?!
Monkeys shouldn't speak.
Dont just wish you could take back words? I constantly suffer from the "why did I say that?!" syndrome. I dont know why, but some of the most stupidest things come out of my mouth. In my head it sounds okay, maybe even funny, but when I go to say it, it comes out all wrong. Oh so wrong...
I've already accepted the fact that I'm not very witty, or articulate, but as accepting as I am it seems to always come back to bite me in the bum. A classic example of those moments is when my friend couldnt find the keys to start the car, so while she was searching around for it on the car floor I ran inside to get a jacket. I came back out and she had started the car and was waiting for me. As I got in I said to her: "Did you find the keys?" ...Doh'
Oh, to me.
I've already accepted the fact that I'm not very witty, or articulate, but as accepting as I am it seems to always come back to bite me in the bum. A classic example of those moments is when my friend couldnt find the keys to start the car, so while she was searching around for it on the car floor I ran inside to get a jacket. I came back out and she had started the car and was waiting for me. As I got in I said to her: "Did you find the keys?" ...Doh'
Oh, to me.
A note from the past.
I was looking through some of my old high school notebooks the other night. Attached to one of the books was a note from an old friend that made me laugh out loud, dated 7th June 1998:
"Anna, Anna,
Shes so fine
So Anna you are such and I mean such a good friend.
Such a shame you go for geeky guys."
Ah, Somethings never change...
Shes so fine
So Anna you are such and I mean such a good friend.
Such a shame you go for geeky guys."
Ah, Somethings never change...
Jack of all trades.
Something I just realized... When I graduate from my degree I'm going to be something of a Jack-of-all-trades.
I could do anything, need a Graphics designer? No problem. How about some Game Design and Development? Easy stuff. Or how about Internet Development or High Technology Communications? I have no idea what that is, but yeah sure I'll give it a go... Or I could be an exciting Computer Programmer (unless you can find someone cheaper in India.) - yeah, that would be real fun. Digital Imaging and Video Production? I can do that too...
The point is, after I graduate from university I will be able to do all this stuff but I wont be a specialist in any one thing (so good luck to me finding a job...) And then, to top that off, I'll have to learn how to use a Mac. Fantastic, just fantastic.
I could do anything, need a Graphics designer? No problem. How about some Game Design and Development? Easy stuff. Or how about Internet Development or High Technology Communications? I have no idea what that is, but yeah sure I'll give it a go... Or I could be an exciting Computer Programmer (unless you can find someone cheaper in India.) - yeah, that would be real fun. Digital Imaging and Video Production? I can do that too...
The point is, after I graduate from university I will be able to do all this stuff but I wont be a specialist in any one thing (so good luck to me finding a job...) And then, to top that off, I'll have to learn how to use a Mac. Fantastic, just fantastic.
Untamed Flame
embraced
in a blaze of fire
In the arms
of a man
who needs not ask
me to be who
he wants me
to be,
But to simply let me exist.
an untamed flame
a wild flower
with my rose and thorn
encompassed within a tiny frame.
Who couldn't love a face like that?
Goings on between then and there.
I've been so busy lately, amongst all my Uni work (I know I've been whinging about it alot lately, yet I've been too lazy to do anything about it...my bad!), I thought I might update you all on whats been going on the past couple weeks:
I've been thinking lately about getting a perm - Yes a perm.. last time I had a perm I was 8 years old, and I think that was a time I would rather forget hairwise along with the Tina Turner layers. But lately I've been so bored with my straight hair that even a perm looks inviting for a change. I'm tempted to cut it short, maybe cut a fringe again? Then again I've never had my hair as long as it is now, and I sorta want to see how long it will get before it goes all manky. Ah, Change, I love change.
I've also been going out alot lately, staying up late and generally being more social. I think this has alot to do with being more comfortable in my own skin - after I lost weight (yes all 37.5lbs of it!) I actually brought a miniskirt. A MINISKIRT. I've never owned one in my life, much less fit into one. I actually have legs. Its amazing stuff, these miniskirts. It was a bad idea to wear it for the first time to uni though, but hey...
Me and a two girls friends are planning to go to rave (though I've been told not to call it a RAVE because thats is so 1990's and so-very-uncool). I recently found out a friend of mine who I thought was more of a rocker chick loves dance music too, so the 3 of us are going to make a night of it in our track pants and sneakers and SWEAT! Sorry, I forget. Girls don't sweat, they glow. Can't wait, its going to be so much fun, and dancing in sneakers? Absolutely bliss.
Theres something about putting everything in Gods hands thats so humbling. I've recently started tithing (giving 10% of what I earn back to God). Logically I can't really afford it. No wait, thats an understatement - it actually means I have no money for food or whatever else I decide to sacrifice in its place. Last week I ended up giving all my petrol money for the fornight. I didn't have any idea how I was going to get to uni that week, or even drive home from church that night as my fuel gauge was on empty already. But I drove home, and though it was on empty the fuel light didn't light up. That was till I got to uni the next day and the fuel light went on, and I decided to put $5 in my car on credit. Strangely enough It lasted me all week (I usually go through 4 times as much), and on Thursday I drove everyone out to town and everyone offered me money for petrol! So it was ALL good, and I thought I wouldn't make it - God once again showed me wrong. God is definately good!
Other that, I've been living in denial that I can sing, and spending way too much time online. Oh, isn't life grand?
I've been thinking lately about getting a perm - Yes a perm.. last time I had a perm I was 8 years old, and I think that was a time I would rather forget hairwise along with the Tina Turner layers. But lately I've been so bored with my straight hair that even a perm looks inviting for a change. I'm tempted to cut it short, maybe cut a fringe again? Then again I've never had my hair as long as it is now, and I sorta want to see how long it will get before it goes all manky. Ah, Change, I love change.
I've also been going out alot lately, staying up late and generally being more social. I think this has alot to do with being more comfortable in my own skin - after I lost weight (yes all 37.5lbs of it!) I actually brought a miniskirt. A MINISKIRT. I've never owned one in my life, much less fit into one. I actually have legs. Its amazing stuff, these miniskirts. It was a bad idea to wear it for the first time to uni though, but hey...
Me and a two girls friends are planning to go to rave (though I've been told not to call it a RAVE because thats is so 1990's and so-very-uncool). I recently found out a friend of mine who I thought was more of a rocker chick loves dance music too, so the 3 of us are going to make a night of it in our track pants and sneakers and SWEAT! Sorry, I forget. Girls don't sweat, they glow. Can't wait, its going to be so much fun, and dancing in sneakers? Absolutely bliss.
Theres something about putting everything in Gods hands thats so humbling. I've recently started tithing (giving 10% of what I earn back to God). Logically I can't really afford it. No wait, thats an understatement - it actually means I have no money for food or whatever else I decide to sacrifice in its place. Last week I ended up giving all my petrol money for the fornight. I didn't have any idea how I was going to get to uni that week, or even drive home from church that night as my fuel gauge was on empty already. But I drove home, and though it was on empty the fuel light didn't light up. That was till I got to uni the next day and the fuel light went on, and I decided to put $5 in my car on credit. Strangely enough It lasted me all week (I usually go through 4 times as much), and on Thursday I drove everyone out to town and everyone offered me money for petrol! So it was ALL good, and I thought I wouldn't make it - God once again showed me wrong. God is definately good!
Other that, I've been living in denial that I can sing, and spending way too much time online. Oh, isn't life grand?
A friend or someone like you.
As much as I enjoy my own company, even I have to admit that I can't be alone as much as I think I can. This is something I've just begun to realise - I have some friends who really care about me. This may sound silly, but I never really knew till recently.
Have you ever been in a situation where you never really felt needed? Or maybe someone needed help, but just not from you because either you aren't able to, or there was someone else more capable? Well thats how I felt - not needed, therefore I needed nothing from anyone. And if I did, I wasn't about to say anything.
Recently a good friend of mine told me he was worried about me. "Why?!" I asked - surprised that anyone would be worried about me. "Because you said you feel fat, and you are soo thin!" he replied. "...I said that?!" I said, I couldnt even remember. "Yeah you did! I told my mom, she said to for me to wait till I saw you next." "You told your mom?!" I asked. "Well I was worried about you..." He was worried I was turning into an anorexic - not that I am - but the fact that he was worried about me, now thats something I don't hear often.
Have you ever been in a situation where you never really felt needed? Or maybe someone needed help, but just not from you because either you aren't able to, or there was someone else more capable? Well thats how I felt - not needed, therefore I needed nothing from anyone. And if I did, I wasn't about to say anything.
Recently a good friend of mine told me he was worried about me. "Why?!" I asked - surprised that anyone would be worried about me. "Because you said you feel fat, and you are soo thin!" he replied. "...I said that?!" I said, I couldnt even remember. "Yeah you did! I told my mom, she said to for me to wait till I saw you next." "You told your mom?!" I asked. "Well I was worried about you..." He was worried I was turning into an anorexic - not that I am - but the fact that he was worried about me, now thats something I don't hear often.
About Me.
I have long black hair,
My nails on my left hand break regularly,
I have brown skin,
I like the colour purple,
I've stayed up late and slept most of the day,
I have small hands,
I've cheated on boyfriends,
I've owned fake ID.
But I still have small hands,
I still have brown skin,
And I proberly won't always have long hair.
I have dark brown eyes,
I have my fathers face,
My teeth are crooked,
I like to give people the benefit of the doubt,
I have few close friends,
My breasts are firm,
I've lied on tax forms and faked applications,
I stutter when I'm nervous.
But my eyes are still dark brown,
I still have my fathers face,
And my breasts proberly won't always be firm.
I have full lips,
I love animals,
I pluck my eyebrows,
My eyesight is terrible,
I feel peoples pain,
I have scars on my skin from when I was a child,
I believe in God,
I've used my baby voice to get extentions on assignments.
But I still have scars,
I still pluck my eyebrows,
And I'll proberly always believe in God.
I'm from New Zealand,
I love the cold,
I've faked flirtatious american accents,
Anger makes me feel flustered,
My little toe looks strange,
I've had a tattoo and peircings,
My lips smile,
I'm not maternal.
But I'm still from New Zealand,
My little toe still looks strange,
And my lips will proberly always smile.
I have a freckle on my left ear,
I have high cheek bones,
I played in long grass as a child,
I believe love can conquer anything,
I keep every letter and card I receive,
I make time to read the Bible everyday,
Shopping makes me happy,
I've lied to my parents.
But I still have a freckle on my ear,
I still believe love can conquer anything,
And shopping proberly won't always make me happy.
My feet are flat,
I'm attracted to the underdog,
I can't tell a joke without giving away the punch line,
I love people who can make me laugh,
I write,
I admire independance,
I've had my heart broken,
I 've traded the truth for what someone wanted to hear.
But my feet are still flat,
I still write,
And I'll proberly always love people who can make me laugh.
My nails on my left hand break regularly,
I have brown skin,
I like the colour purple,
I've stayed up late and slept most of the day,
I have small hands,
I've cheated on boyfriends,
I've owned fake ID.
But I still have small hands,
I still have brown skin,
And I proberly won't always have long hair.
I have dark brown eyes,
I have my fathers face,
My teeth are crooked,
I like to give people the benefit of the doubt,
I have few close friends,
My breasts are firm,
I've lied on tax forms and faked applications,
I stutter when I'm nervous.
But my eyes are still dark brown,
I still have my fathers face,
And my breasts proberly won't always be firm.
I have full lips,
I love animals,
I pluck my eyebrows,
My eyesight is terrible,
I feel peoples pain,
I have scars on my skin from when I was a child,
I believe in God,
I've used my baby voice to get extentions on assignments.
But I still have scars,
I still pluck my eyebrows,
And I'll proberly always believe in God.
I'm from New Zealand,
I love the cold,
I've faked flirtatious american accents,
Anger makes me feel flustered,
My little toe looks strange,
I've had a tattoo and peircings,
My lips smile,
I'm not maternal.
But I'm still from New Zealand,
My little toe still looks strange,
And my lips will proberly always smile.
I have a freckle on my left ear,
I have high cheek bones,
I played in long grass as a child,
I believe love can conquer anything,
I keep every letter and card I receive,
I make time to read the Bible everyday,
Shopping makes me happy,
I've lied to my parents.
But I still have a freckle on my ear,
I still believe love can conquer anything,
And shopping proberly won't always make me happy.
My feet are flat,
I'm attracted to the underdog,
I can't tell a joke without giving away the punch line,
I love people who can make me laugh,
I write,
I admire independance,
I've had my heart broken,
I 've traded the truth for what someone wanted to hear.
But my feet are still flat,
I still write,
And I'll proberly always love people who can make me laugh.
Who are you?
Who are you?: How often has someone actually asked you that and really ( and I mean REALLY) wanted to know? I can honestly say not many. But today someone asked me that exact question: "So tell me who is Anna?" To tell the truth it knocked me back a bit - Who even asks that? Is that even appropriate? There must be some rule conduct with questions like that because I did not have a decent clue how to reply.
But its got me thinking... Who am I? If someone came up to you today and asked you "who are you?" what would you say? And how would you say it with out sounding arrogant? "Well, I am basically great, vibrant, and witty." Is that something you should say? And If you catagorise yourself in a box like that - what if you don't reach that expectation? What if one day something happens and they they find out that youre not really great, or vibrant or even half witty.....then what do you do?
Frankly all I could muster up in reply to that is a mere " I dont know.." - Its the truth, I dont know - but I'm learning everyday, one day at a time about what it really means to be me. I'm thinking now and if I had to describe Anna I would say shes: friendly, introverted, and calm. And just between you and me, if you get to know me REALLY well, you will know that under that calm exterior I am a bit kookie, and neurotic - and thats just scratching the surface.
But its got me thinking... Who am I? If someone came up to you today and asked you "who are you?" what would you say? And how would you say it with out sounding arrogant? "Well, I am basically great, vibrant, and witty." Is that something you should say? And If you catagorise yourself in a box like that - what if you don't reach that expectation? What if one day something happens and they they find out that youre not really great, or vibrant or even half witty.....then what do you do?
Frankly all I could muster up in reply to that is a mere " I dont know.." - Its the truth, I dont know - but I'm learning everyday, one day at a time about what it really means to be me. I'm thinking now and if I had to describe Anna I would say shes: friendly, introverted, and calm. And just between you and me, if you get to know me REALLY well, you will know that under that calm exterior I am a bit kookie, and neurotic - and thats just scratching the surface.
The art of procrastination.
Imagine this: youre sitting in a class and the lecturer is saying " Eff oo ant toos inhert sum dat in toos dis tab-lull den doo dis..." then picture your brain running down a phonetic list of words to match what you THINK he could be saying ( which would be: " If you want to insert some data into this table then do this..."). Times brain power by 2 to catch up in what you have just missed in the time it took for you to figure out what he just said, and there you would have it - a typical lecture in my Database and Systems Design class.
Now I just dont bother. Heck, I dont even turn up for class. Whats the point? I can't understand what hes saying, and I can't even read the slides in the lecture - his voice is just too....disconcerting for me to even concentrate. I'll just go into the computer lab and read up on the notes there.....
So here I am instead of being in class I am in the computer labs checking emails, horsing around with my partner in crime, and talking way too loud that I am sure everyone in the room is listening in on our conversation. I'm feeling kinda guilty I skipped the class...I mean I will have to pay for my Uni tuition with my own money - eventually. But is the quality of lecturer my money is paying for??
I've been feeling really slack lately. I have soo many assignments, and all I can think about doing is anything but. Yes, I think procrastination has really gotten the better of me. I've been going out way too much then I should as well... Heres the run down: Wednesday night - pub, Friday night - pub, Saturday night - if i'm not working then - ah, the pub. All this and I still have to fit work in and try to attempt my assignments.
I think its time to get my head down and study. I need to concentrate! I need to get all my crap together and plonk my bum down on a chair and lock myself in a room where there are no distractions. Yes, thats it..the perfect plan....
Uh, I'm feeling kinda hungry now...I think i'll do it AFTER i get a bite to eat.
Now I just dont bother. Heck, I dont even turn up for class. Whats the point? I can't understand what hes saying, and I can't even read the slides in the lecture - his voice is just too....disconcerting for me to even concentrate. I'll just go into the computer lab and read up on the notes there.....
So here I am instead of being in class I am in the computer labs checking emails, horsing around with my partner in crime, and talking way too loud that I am sure everyone in the room is listening in on our conversation. I'm feeling kinda guilty I skipped the class...I mean I will have to pay for my Uni tuition with my own money - eventually. But is the quality of lecturer my money is paying for??
I've been feeling really slack lately. I have soo many assignments, and all I can think about doing is anything but. Yes, I think procrastination has really gotten the better of me. I've been going out way too much then I should as well... Heres the run down: Wednesday night - pub, Friday night - pub, Saturday night - if i'm not working then - ah, the pub. All this and I still have to fit work in and try to attempt my assignments.
I think its time to get my head down and study. I need to concentrate! I need to get all my crap together and plonk my bum down on a chair and lock myself in a room where there are no distractions. Yes, thats it..the perfect plan....
Uh, I'm feeling kinda hungry now...I think i'll do it AFTER i get a bite to eat.
