soundczech: (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)
Sam has already posted about our trip to Japan, so I thought I'd skip all the stories and just show you my haul:
impulse control problems
follow the link to see an annotated version.


I started off with just one program, then developed a serious problem. They weren't expensive, so it wouldn't be that bad, except books are HEAVY and we still had to fly home. I ended up putting almost all the books and magazines in the Dream Boys tote bag and taking it on the plane as carry on. Every time I had to go through security I wondered what it looked like to them - Can they see the inside of the books, or do they just think I'm super studious and carrying my textbooks around with me??

Finding that lamdash pamphlet was one of those moments where it felt like Kame was somewhere behind the scenes orchestrating the best outcome for us... it was our last day before we had to fly home and we'd been walking around trying to find duty free cosmetics. We ended up in the basement of the Shinjuku Yodobashi because it had promised "beauty products" but all we got were hairdryers and electric toothbrushes. So we were standing there feeling kind of angry and talking about what to do next, and then I turned my head and half naked Kame was staring at me from a cardboard cut out. It was kind of a beautiful moment. Sam took an instax photo with him and then kept sticking it in random places and waiting for me to notice it. At one point she put it on the wall of the elevator and had to yank it down quickly when a staff member got into the lift.


impulse control problems


I always buy a heap of doujinshi and then feel sort of deflated when I can't actually understand any of it - it's like in my brain I'll take them home and suddenly magically be able to speak Japanese. It can be really enjoyable reading them and trying to figure out wtf is going on. I lucked out this time and got one where Jin, for some reason, is a bear that looks exactly like Gloomy Bear, and he turns into a human so he and Kame can have sex, and then they have a baby that has little bear ears. And at some point he's trying to get Kame to have more sex with him and he accidentally scratches him with his gloomy claws. Then he goes away and angsts a bit. Meanwhile Kame collapses from exhaustion (???). Then they're a happy family again. The end.

In another I thought it was a straightforward DJ about Kame missing Jin while he was in LA. Then I got halfway through it and realised that it's an AU where Kame is Jin's fan who is distraught about the hiatus (the first hiatus). I realised this because halfway through there is another Kame who is at the press conference upon Jin's return. Fan Kame watches real Jin/Kame on tv. Then he talks a lot to Fan Nakamaru. Then it ends. Pretty illustrations though. At least it didn't turn into hardcore porn.

It was my first time going to the Johnny's Store and even though people had tried to tell me how crazy it was I didn't believe them. You have to go get a ticket from a Johnny's staff member outside the station in Harajuku, and it has a time on it. That time is when you can come back and queue. So you might have to wait an hour before you can even join the queue. Then you stand in queue and lol at all the white people who walk past and look really confused about why there is a random queue of girls but no sign of what they are queueing for. Then another Johnny's staff member leads you through the backstreets, trying to usher you into a more orderly line as you walk. Then you walk into the shop and it is basically just a cramped room covered in shop photos, clusters of girls with pens and paper furiously scribbling down numbers. I didn't think I would have a problem resisting shop photos but once you're in there you get kind of swept up in the moment and inevitably buy more than you intend to. I wouldn't have been able to stop but Sam suddenly took control and was like, "NO. STOP. STOP. WE HAVE TO STOP."

I still managed to spend about $30 though. There are some photos of a handful under the cut - I bought more but I thought I'd just give you the general gist.

shop photos... )

photo dump... they will all seem like shitty counterfeit knock offs of sam's superior product. )
soundczech: (the vampire akanishi.)
I'm too tired to write a decent entry. Maybe some other time.

Came into my head when I was on the train:

//In this moment, my world is just this carriage, long steel tube. Flourescent lighting. Green blue seats and the guy with the beard. The floor scattered with papers and wrappers. Nomadic world, but we carry our own debris.

The street lights that clash periodically against the black windows are satellites, planets, stars, galaxies far away. The world is just me and the guy with the beard. Just me and the automated voice telling me where I'm supposed to be going.

The world is in motion, but I've never been more bored.//
soundczech: (i 'ate this record.)
sam.


Happy New Year everybody. It's crazy that it is 2009, I feel like it was only just January. A lot happened this year and at the same time nothing happened. I guess that's true of most years. It seems like every year gets shorter.

ridiculously massive photo dump )
soundczech: (lololololol)


soundczech: (league night)
chibi danish chan


I haven't made a post with actual content in a while. This is pretty much because nothing ever happens to me. Life lately consists of work --> sleep --> work --> sleep. I also found time to see Dark Knight and The X Files movie. Everyone is talking about Dark Knight but can we just take a minute to talk about how fucking weird The X Files was? I can't have been the only one that saw it and wondered where all the aliens were. And why Mulder and Scully had to have personal lives.

I went to Little Birdy at the Hi Fi last night. They were awesome, they're always awesome live, but I was so tired and irritable. All the people at shows these days... There was one guy there and I'm almost certain he was cosplaying Spencer Smith. He was with this other guy who had an attitude problem, a face covered in eyeliner and a wrist wrapped in black straps. He was probably supposed to be Ryan Ross, only without the boyish charm. Every single other man in the room looked identical. I get how fashion works to homogenise people but... I don't know, how has fashion made every guy in Melbourne so tall and skinny? And pale. It's like when they go to buy their skinny jeans and t-shirt they get stomach parasites as an added bonus.

That whole paragraph is an example of the fact that I have become a sixty year old woman overnight. I can now say things like, "What the hell is wrong with kids these days??" in all seriousness. My friend told me we were seeing the 9:10pm session of The X Files and I felt slightly hysterical at the thought of how late I'd go to bed.

When I started this post I thought I had stuff to talk about but it is quickly becoming clear that I do not.
soundczech: (this is bullshit.)
It is 11:15pm. It is 31°c. Like some kind of elaborate joke, the weather keeps going up and down up and down and we keep hoping that it has decided to settle at a nice 21°c for a few days and then BAM HAHAHAHA FRY, MOTHERFUCKERS.

The weather is making me a little bit deranged.

I started making this post before realising that I don't really have anything to talk about beyond bitching about the weather. I haven't really been doing much. I've been really dumb lately. Sam keeps saying things to me and I just totally do not understand what she means. She gets so disgusted each and every time. This must be what it is like to be Jin.

I've just started working full time, as opposed to the three days a week I've been working up until now. On the one hand it's really good, but on the other I never realised how totally I do not comprehend normal human life. WHY DO WE SPEND SO MUCH TIME AT WORK, IT DOES NOT MAKE SENSE. I realise that makes me sound like a princess, but I'm just really confused about when I'm supposed to like, do things. We go to work before most businesses open and leave after they close... every day... When am I supposed to go to the goddamn Post Office. These are the big questions, people.

The other day Melissa and I had this long frustrated conversation about how ridiculous working life is and how we don't really need money that much and how we'd be fine without it. We were sitting at McDonalds. Then this homeless guy came in and bought a cheeseburger with the spare change he'd collected in his hat and I felt like a total asshole. Plus we got up and left a few minutes after he got there and he was like, "I'm not gonna bite" all slurred and practically incomprehensible. BUT WE WEREN'T LEAVING BECAUSE OF HIM, WE'D JUST FINISHED OUR ICECREAM, ALL RIGHT? Plus he smelled bad.
soundczech: (si oretachi wo itsudemo)


After months of insane boredom I'm finally starting a new job on Monday, as a Permissions Assistant at Cambridge Uni Press, finding images / negotiating to buy the rights for images for high school text books and stuff. It's kind of a relief, it's been a little under a year since I finished uni now, there's only so long I can cloister myself away from the real world without turning into the creepy kind of hermit instead of the nerdy kind. So I'm looking forward to it. HEY SOPHIE, NO USING ME AS AN EXAMPLE OF UNEMPLOYED ARTS STUDENTS NOW HUH. I have eyes and ears everywhere. Live the dream, Shitty, live the dream.

My mother returned from China last Monday with a host of pirated loot for me, including this complete Oz collection that looks more like a board game than a box set, a million other dvds, some S.H.E cds, a pirated copy of Cartoon KAT-TUN II You (she was really disappointed to find out that I already had another, real version, because she thought she'd found one of their cds that I'd have never heard of. Clearly she does not understand the fever of my obsession.) and this cd by some guy that I have begun calling "random old Chinese man". The twenty year old at the record store told her it was a great cd and I would like it. I suspect he was just trying to make a sale, it sounds like the Chinese equivalent of Willie Nelson or Kamahl or something. Probably he is some god of Chinese popular music and one day he will appear as a guest on SMAPxSMAP.

I've been reading a lot lately because I can no longer stand the flickering of my laptop screen (the power jack is busted) for more than twenty minutes or so at a time. When I am online I am obsessive compulsively refreshing Facebook over and over. [livejournal.com profile] foreword sends me like a billion sealions for my aquarium a day.

Today I saw a small child breakdance and it was one of the greatest moments of my life.
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I can never think of an unawkward, casual way to begin LJ entries. I guess this is not surprising as I can never think of an unawkward, casual way to begin conversations in RL, either. I am not smooth. It's getting worse the longer I am away from uni, too. I've forgotten how to function as a social entity.

Sam came back from Bendigo for a couple of days so we could go to Phantom of the Opera. We went on Thursday. SO EXCITING OH MY GOD. The Phantom was incredible, he had the most beautiful voice. The next day Sam and I were walking around talking about how we want him to follow us around every day narrating our lives. We were walking down the ramp at the train station singing about buying tickets in low voices. Now my life seems empty without it. THE PHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANTOM OF THE OPERA IS HERE........... WHILE YOU BUY YOUR TICKET...

Then yesterday we saw Hairspray so the visit so far has been a musical spectacular. I already want to watch Hairspray again. I'm so glad that musical movies are back in fashion, I love them. When I was a little kid I watched Showboat like a hundred times. I was obsessed with that song... Fish gotta swim, birds gotta fly, I gotta love one man 'til I die. Can't help lovin' that man of mine... Now Sam and I keep talking about finding musicals to see, us doing a tour of amateur high school productions.

SPEAKING OF WHICH, ALL THE AUSTRALIANS ALREADY KNOW, BUT EVERYONE ELSE SHOULD TOTALLY WATCH SUMMER HEIGHTS HIGH. Sam keeps bursting into bits of song from the show at inappropriate, public times. "She's a slut and she knows it~ Wants to root all the boys!!!" It restores my faith in the Australian television industry. Well, not really but :( It restores my faith that brilliance can come from such adversity.

Today we are seeing Superbad. We have to meet Melissa in a little under two hours, so I should probably like. Shower. Or something.
soundczech: (a retarded older brother.)


I had a bunch of photos of my cats that I have never bothered posting. It is going to drive [livejournal.com profile] thewhiteprophet nuts that these are not all the same size, as some were taken on my digital camera and some on my phone. She's just going to have to deal with that.

kittens and presents and beatboxing teenagers )
soundczech: (eyebrowface)
I am too lazy to write this again in journal form:

fitz: ASGDS:LFKGDH: GOD
okay i was going to save this story for an lj entry but i don't foresee me making one in the near future so i should tell you now before i forget
sam: okay
fitz: yesterday after i went to centrelink i stopped at the newmarket shops to get a drink. outside the newsagents this like, middle aged guy who was african or west indian or something stopped me and asked me where the nearest Westpac bank was.
"I don't know," I said. "I'm not from around here."
then he went into newsagent to ask and the newsagents didn't know, and i bought a drink and when i came out it seemed like he was waiting for me
"You're not from around here?" he said. "Where are you from???"
"North Melbourne," I said. "A couple of suburbs away."
"Ahh! Is there a Westpac there???"
"Maybe... maybe on Errol St, I don't know, sorry..."
"Where do you live in North Melbourne?"
"Pardon?"
"Near the high rises?"
"No... in the industrial section..."
"My family are all living in North Melbourne," he said. "But I'm staying around here."
"That's nice," I said politely. I was trying to leave. Why am I polite to people.
"What are you doing now?" he asked.
"Meeting a friend for coffee," i said.
"Oh, here?"
at this point i had like, started walking out of the shopping centre
and he was following me
"No," I said. "In the city."
"Ohhh," he said. "Do you want me to take you??"
"What?"
"I can take you," he said. "In my car."
me: :|:|:|:|:|
"No thank you," I said. "I'd better go."
and then i like, walked away and refused to look back in case he was still following me
sam: . . .
fitz: WHY DO THESE PEOPLE ALWAYS CHOOSE ME
sam: um.
i just.
what.
what.
what.
fitz: I KNOW
I KNOW
sam: update about this.
fitz: dying. in retrospect there's not a lot to say about it, really, except that he's creepy and every time i leave the house i am approached by total weirdos

The other day I was on the way home from a party and a wasted forty year old woman offered me E. I was on the tram and accidentally met her eyes so she came and sat across from me. She had short hair and gold jewellery and gross crayola coloured make up. She told me drunkenly that she was going to The Peel, this ~classy~ gay bar in Collingwood or something. "I have..." she said, and started scrabbling through her bag. "Oh my god I can't find it." Here she looked up at me and murmured, as if revealing a deeply intimate secret, "E."

"Oh no," I replied awkwardly.

"NO NO NO I REMEMBER WHERE IT IS," she said suddenly, and took this blue pill that looked more like Demazin than E out of the coin purse in her wallet. "Do you want some?" she asked.

"No thank you," I said.

She seemed really confused by my polite refusal. "Are you sure?" she kept asking over and over.

Finally I just said, "I can't, I've been drinking."

"Oh," she said. "SO HAVE I I'VE BEEN ON THE PISS ALL NIGHT."

"It's cool," I said. "I'm tired."

"Oh," she said. Then we both went quiet and she stared at me while I fiddled with my earring. "Sorry," she said after long, awkward moments, and got up and sat across the aisle. THAT LAST APOLOGY WAS WHAT MADE THE ENCOUNTER SERIOUSLY AWKWARD INSTEAD OF JUST A LITTLE UNCOMFORTABLE, IF YOU'RE GOING TO BE A DRUNKEN MORON AT LEAST BE DRUNK ENOUGH THAT YOU DON'T KNOW YOU'VE JUST HUMILIATED YOURSELF.

Then the second I got off the tram this guy grabbed my shoulders and yelled, "YOU'RE GORGEOUS SWEETHEART WHERE ARE YOU GOING??" and then walked off immediately.

These things happen to me all the time, seriously. And I wonder why the world terrifies me. I am sure I have recounted this story in my lj before but I just told it for Sam so I will leave it here as it is inkeeping with my theme:

sam: what's that story
that time when
the homeless woman said she wish you'd get cancer or something
fitz: bawling
i met her one afternoon while i was studying in the food court
and she told me she desperately needed money to get a ticket to geelong or something to go to the hospital
and she was near tears
so i gave her all my money which was like, seven dollars
and she gave me some dishwashing detergent.
and then i was there again the next week
and she came up to me again
and asked to borrow money again
and i was like, "sorry, no. i gave you money last week."
and she was like, "i need money, i have cancer." she started getting really upset and her hands were shaking. "i hope one day you have cancer so you know what it is like."
sam: FUCK JKLFLADS;KJLDFASLKJFSDKJLDSF
STILL HILARIOUS
fitz: and then angrily walked away.
sam: LKSJDALJKADSFJLSDFJASKLDFSDAJKLSADFASDF
fitz: and then because i was there all the time
i would see her there constantly.
sam: sobbing
fitz: i still do sometimes.

I just. I try to be polite to everyone I really do and yet no-one normal ever speaks to me, it is always weird guys who want me to get in their cars or skeletal old women who want me to have cancer. One day someone normal will approach me and I'll be rude to them thinking they're going to try and abduct me, and then the ghost of christmas past will reveal to me that that person was supposed to be my soul mate.
soundczech: (Default)
I just spent like twenty minutes typing up this post and then Opera crashed and I lost all of it. You will never hear my wise words. They were probably really important, too, who knows? Fuck you, Opera.


weddings and suburban life in brisbane. )


EVERYBODY JUMP UP!!! )

A little while ago I started writing this Original fic thing that I was going to submit to a magazine, but I missed the deadline and never finished it. So I'm putting what I have of it here.

1992; A rice cake child. )
soundczech: (i want you dead.)
sambot: my laptop is cold
sambot: very distressing
annabel: dead
fitz: oh sam.
sambot: :(
fitz: my laptop is chinese.
annabel: SRDHTYJFGKUBHINKML,
annabel: XRFCGVYHBNMK
sambot: ANAN FIX UR COMPUTER GOOD! SHE FIX GOOD!
annabel: i think fitz wins
fitz: "ALL WORK NOW :D"

my computer speak english very good. )

I wanted Sam to do an anon meme.

sambot: so hard
sambot: u do
fitz: u do
fitz: i'll do if u do
sambot: i was abt to say that
annabel: do
sambot: fitz
annabel: both

fourteen bad poems for fourteen people. )
soundczech: (tomohisa plays the blues)


I've had all these photos on my camera since Christmas or longer. I finally found a cooperative XD card reader so my photos are no longer imprisoned on my digital camera. Aja recently claimed she'd never seen photos of Akira before (wtf) so I guess this breakthrough came just in time.

they mostly sleep a lot. )
soundczech: (:D)
BUZZ!!!
BUZZ!!!
BUZZ!!!
sambot: um
fitz: ?
sambot: kame-chan and i went on a bus tour together and ivy chan kept borrowing money off us for some reason and then we saw a bear being killed and we cried and cried

sambot: i woke up thinking
sambot: boy i hope kame is ok after that bear

I started typing this entry last night and then forgot about it. Sam wanted me to tell you all about how hard my life is, "with (my) words". This entry is going to be all self-conscious, I can tell already, because Sam is all excited to see it. Me and my words can never live up to her expectations.

It was really humid and rainy yesterday and Sam and I were walking around the city getting things done. I italicise this because anybody who knows us would be amazed how productive we have been lately. We were running errands and carrying heaps of massive bags. Sam was carrying a cumbersome package for our evil deeds. We're walking along and both taking these small, hesitant awkward steps because we both wore thongs (flip flops for you people who are going to be like, lololol like twelve year olds. Australians call flip flops thongs.) and our feet were sliding around like iceskates on the wet cement.

So we're walking down Lonsdale Street by Melbourne Central, passing all these people doing their daily shopping, on their way to work, huddling from the rain. I'm walking all awkwardly and trying not to kill myself and suddenly my foot shoots forward and my shoe breaks T_T. I stopped in the middle of the path and was like, "Oh my god, my thong." This is when Sam started laughing, and she didn't stop for a good ten minutes. I was just like, staring at the thong hanging half on my foot and then I bustled into this little alcove where I could sit on a dry ledge and fix the shoe. Sam stood there on the side of the footpath and just laughed and laughed. She said it was my face that set her off, that I looked really dejected sitting there on my ledge and fiddling with my broken green thong, bags full of our retarded equipment in a heap around me. I had to try and shove the toe part back through a hole in the sole. Nobody suffers like I do. I was sitting there fixing it and Sam was seriously like dying with laughter. Her face was so red and I could see tears on her cheeks. When people talk about hysterical laughter, this is what they mean. She'd sound like she was going to calm down and then she'd meet the eye of a passer by and just start laughing again. She said she hadn't laughed that hard at anything in a very long time. I was just like, dot. the whole time. I NEED MY SHOES.

After I fixed it and we started walking again she was still giggling and I kept saying things to set her off and she'd be like, "NO, NO, STOP, I CAN'T TAKE IT, MY STOMACH HURTS. STOP. STOP. SERIOUSLY. I CAN'T TAKE IT. FITZ. STOP."

I think my life has become like 150% more stupid and pointless and awesome this week.
soundczech: (nixon)
It is 36 degrees outside and I have a horrible headache. Earlier I went shopping with my parents for a wedding gift for an old family friend. It freaks me out that she's getting married because in my head she's like 16. We bought her a cookbook. My mother keeps fretting over its suitability, but we weren't even invited to the wedding, so who cares. She lives in Canberra. I kept suggesting all these beautiful plates and bowls and then realising that they were Wedgewood or Waterford Crystal and cost like four hundred dollars. I think the only thing about getting married that is attractive to me is the idea of people buying me a lot of stuff for my house. I'd want to keep the toaster oven and blender and cutlery and ditch the husband. Sry, future spouse. I was looking at these beautiful striped Noritake dining settings. God I wish I was rich.

Myer was having a book sale where if you bought two or more adult fiction books you got forty percent off the total, so I finally got to buy Carry Me Down by Maria Hyland. I read her first book when it came out a few years ago and really liked it. She taught Creative Writing at my uni but I never had her; I had friends who did and were kind of blankface when I asked if she was nice, so maybe it's a blessing. I've been wanting to buy Carry Me Down for ages but I have this thing where if a book is more than $25 I feel really cheated having to pay for it, so I kept waiting for a good sale. After I chose it though we had to spend an hour looking for another book we weren't opposed to purchasing; Myer's mediocre selection even more mediocre post stocktake sale. We ended up getting The Messenger by Markus Zusak and my dad got some book which is a fictionalisation of Tesla's journal, or somebody finding Tesla's journal, or something. He was really impressed that I know who Tesla is, even though I only know because of Mythbusters.

For Christmas my mother bought me Ginger and Lemongrass tea from T2 and I made it into Iced Tea with some lemon juice, SERIOUSLY THE BEST ICED TEA I HAVE EVER HAD IN MY LIFE. So good. I keep thinking Anna would like it and I should take some to her but she's gone back to Singapore so I can't. I need to find someone else who will appreciate my tea. When Anna first moved here she was constantly giving me ginger tea for everything that was ever wrong with me. So the other day when my brother was here, ill with flu I did the same to him. When we were younger he had a physical addiction to cheeseburgers (his words. He was drunk when he told me this but he was dead serious) but now in the past year he's had this weird transformation into vegetarian obsessed with remaining organic and not taking too many chemicals into his body. He doesn't really eat dairy anymore and questioned me for like ten minutes before he'd take the sinus tablets I offered him. He must have been desperate to take them. He still won't stop drinking beer, though. I think the inner balance he is looking for would magically happen if he would.

I'm bored, so:


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