An Obituary

Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense, who has been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was, since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape. He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as: Knowing when to come in out of the rain, why the early bird gets the worm, life isn’t always fair, and maybe it was my fault.

Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies ( don’t spend more than you can earn) and reliable strategies ( adults, not children, are in charge).

His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well-intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place. Reports of a 6-year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition.

Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job that they themselves had failed to do in disciplining their unruly children.

It declined even further when schools were required to get parental consent to administer sun lotion or an Aspirin to a student; but could not inform parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion.

Common Sense lost the will to live as the churches became businesses; and criminals received better treatment than their victims.

Common Sense took a beating when you couldn’t defend yourself from a burglar in your own home and the burglar could sue you for assault.

Common Sense finally gave up the will to live, after a woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. She spilled a little in her lap, and was promptly awarded a huge settlement.

Common Sense was preceded in death, by his parents, Truth and Trust, by his wife, Discretion, by his daughter, Responsibility, and by his son, Reason.

He is survived by his 4 stepbrothers;

I Know My Rights

I Want It Now

Someone Else Is To Blame

I’m A Victim

Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone. If you still remember him, pass this on. If not, join the majority and do nothing.

I just found this post interesting. Amir took it off his friend and now I am taking this off him. Very interesting post and so damn true.

Like many people, which are my Physics tuition teacher, Add Maths teacher, myself and my brother, have said, "Common sense is uncommon"

I think being uncommon is the least of common sense's least of worries.

Peace out y'all.

Mindblowing

Check this shit out. The whole thing. Please. I promise not to disappoint. I swear. I bet my Lego Batman on them. Yes. I swear. I'll send them to you. Watch, motherfucker!



I saw this in my Advanced Marketing Research class last night. Had me doing all those hand gestures after he showed it to us, man. You can like, watch anything anywhere. Imagine someone's pissing you off and you just go to dictionary.com and search "fuckhole" and read the definition out loud for him.

It'll be classic.

And that "person identifier" part! Fuck man... That's cool. It would be awkward walking down the street, scan on that sweet old uncle that's always giving you free newspapers and the articles and key words that roll up would be "convicted murderer" and "pedophile". Woops!

Walk past a girl that you've known for ages and a Playboy.com page shows up showing brand new pictures in this pornstar's gallery. Awkward~

The possibilities are infinite. Muahhaha...

Peace out y'all!

The Hardest Fight

Boredom.

The final frontier.

Nah, I got nothing. Went for gym today with KW and Aaron. Pussy-iest session I ever had, but then again my debilitating cough still hasn't keeled over and died yet like I hoped. Was kinda hard the 1st ten minutes on the bike while coughing my lungs out.

Boredom. God, I am so bored. Nights in this place is fucked up. I kind of envy Student Village now. I miss that feeling. That feeling I used to have back in Sunway condo... or Indahvilla. The company. At least someone to talk to. To chill with. To share stupid stories with.

I can't seem to decide which I value more, my privacy and freedom or my need for human contact.

I could watch cable TV in Student Village. I could visit friends in their rooms.

But the thought of living in that small refurbished Vietnamese slave camp room kinda fucks up all the plusses of the place. Gargh.

Everyday I find out that more people actually do read this blog. I might end up spilling something a bit too sensitive that will lead me into hot water.

Yeah, right, like I care.

Oh wait, I do.

No, I don't.

Yes, I do.

Stop talking to yourself.

No, YOU stop talking to yourself.

Me? You're the one who's gone insane.

Insane?! Look who's talking!

While my 2 (or possibly more) mini mes in my head duke it out, I suggest that you folks take a spectator seat.

Oh, one more thing. I am planning to buy a PSP. It's notoriously cheaper here than in Malaysia. Rushdi bought his PSP 2000 for over RM1k. I can get that here for 200 AUD. Used before... BUT... seeing as the newest model, the PSP 3000, is sold here for 300 AUD, I can't think how much more a brand new PSP 2000 can be more expensive.

However, there are a couple of clinches here, as usual, before every expensive purchase, as we've all learnt in subject or another especially that we're mostly in business degree programmes. I need to think about the pros and cons. Simple pro and con here. Pros are obviously because it's cheaper, it's a PSP, I can play more games, I can now do that anywhere. Cons are it's still relatively expensive after conversion, I need to know whether I will play a buttload of games on this or not, can it be UNLOCKED and it is very possible to get stolen and mugged for.

But my heart is set but... one more thing that is stopping me is I need to know where I can unlock it. So, for anyone, that is reading this right now. Don't be another ghost floating around and voice out. If you do know, of any proper unlocker in the city of Melbourne, or of a person that has purchased the PSP here in Melbourne, or any whereabouts of an unlocker, please, say something. I know there're loads of ghosts on this blog. Why so shy? I don't bite off everyone's head!

Geez...

With that, I bid you adieu. Peace out y'all.

Best Scene Satisfaction

You know... there has never been one movie scene that is more satisfying for me... than the scene where Mrs. Carmody gets shot in The Mist. Alright, most of you, must be going, "WTF is this yellow boy talking about?"

Alright, rewind. The Mist, is a 2007 movie adaptation of one of Stephen King's famous works. It talks about how a military project goes wrong (not revealed until 3/4 of the movie) and releases another world into ours. It releases badass creatures that aren't too shy of ripping apart humans for breakfast and also a thick mist.

I love the idea of the movie. It's been used before. Maybe more so than I feel. But seriously, the way fear drives people, it's amazing the way they took it with this movie. Drives them into a corner and see how they react. Fucking amazing.

So yeah, that's the lowdown of the movie. Lemme explain how the scene builds up to become one of the best scenes in my book. So... disaster's happening. People are dying gruesomely, blood's all over the place and one lady, from the beginning has been preaching about the End of Days as written in the Good Book. With each passing gruesome incident, she spouts more and more regarding God's wrath on mankind for their sins and His demands for blood.

Nice lady.

I really can't stand overzealous religious fanatics. Just wanna ram 'em into a lamp post. Kinda like how Vin Diesel pulled off that shit in Fast and Furious. So anyways, the religious cult she's amassed has hit a fever pitch and things look fucking grim when the cult sacrifices a young solider's life when he said that he was stationed at the facility that opened the portal to another dimension that allowed the creatures in.

The butcher guts the lad and the crowd tosses him out into the mist and a mantis-like creature grabs him away and everyone just stands there looking.

Eventually the main character and the other relatively sane people decide that it's high time to ditch this joint before the religious nut decides to sacrifice them to the beasts. Unfortunately, the religious nut's one step ahead and has put herself between them and freedom. She starts ranting off again on God, his wrath and his demand for sacrifice.

Things turn nasty as she turns her cult on the main guy's crew and demands a blood sacrifice in the form of the main guy's kid and the lady holding her. The crew attempts to fight them off and is about to get their asses handed to them when the one of the crew wheels around, shoots the religious bitch in the gut, and then once more to finish the job. Booya!

Best fucking scene ever!

Just downloaded the movie again just to relive that satisfaction, and damn, it was good.

Peace out y'all!

Paintball in Wallan

Me and Kang Wei joined Tommy and his SAC buddies' Paintball event. Was a huge shindig, 57 people in attendance. 65 bucks for the whole thing, and that covers the paintball basic gear (ie: gun, googles, jumpsuit + body armour for girls/sissies and 200 bullets), poor excuse for a BBQ lunch and transportation to the place and back here to Caulfield.

I have to say that they made an astounding amount of sausages though! Even though they did kinda imply that there was some... *ahem* natural excretion on the BBQ pit's surface.

The bus they hired... Hahahaa... if you think old Malaysian coaches were bad, Australian ones have one upped them! It was a smooth trip to Wallan, we used the highway and took us an hour plus to reach the place.

Why am I stuck with this dude?!

There was another group there getting ready for the Laser Skirmish thing, which was the other activity they offered there, besides Paintball. The guns for the laser skirmish was nothing short of massive! It was like, some Judge Dredd + Terminator + Robocop shit man! Or Halo!

But where's the fun in laser skirmishes man... There's no risk involved. No pain, no gain, innit?

Anyways, we put on some seriously wicked army gear on, got the briefing from the refs, took some pics here and there and finally went to get our gear, which is the gun itself, the harness that holds your extra bullets and the goggles.

The briefing



We're going to Iraq, mum!

1st game was a normal head-on battle. Unlimited lives but only one respawn area for each team. I was in the green team and we were whooping yellow team's ass all across the field. Sure, we were 1 person more but geez, like that's any different.

We had them surrounded and pounded by half time and I was effortlessly shooting stragglers that were attempting to flank us from the right. Seeing that it was pointless for me to bloody climb uphill to get shot, I just stayed behind and watched the carnage unfold.

2nd game was the same. Except the team switched positions. So now we, the green team were uphill and the yellow team was downhill. It was relatively easier getting down and attacking them and we still whooped them good.

Suprisingly, and shockingly, I finished 500 bullets by the end of the 2nd game, scaring the opposition and providing cover fire. We switched arenas for the 3rd match, heading to an even larger hillside area. Fuck, that's it. No way in hell am I paying another 15 smackers for 100 bullets to kill myself up there.

So I sat that one out and watch my team play "Storm the Fort". As the name implies, one team's holed up in the fort, defending the flag that's right in front of them and another's storming it, trying to grab it and taking it back to the home base. Green team started off first by storming, capturing the flag in 8 minutes. Yellow team then got the flag in 6 minutes but cheated because the carrier got shot like 7 times and didn't stop.

To hell with it, yellow team won 'cause that last match was a "winners take all" match. Finally, last match, was free-for-all. First whistle is blown, half of them runs out. 2nd whistle, other half runs after them. As expected, most of the people team up and gang up on others. Near to the end, even the refs get in on the action and start firing at the people.

Heroes of the war

After the carnage was over, everyone went back into the bus to Caulfield. I was fucking hungry and had gotten one badass headache by then and walking all he way uphill into the bus and enduring the arctic winds blowing into my face on the bus was a nightmare. While riding in the bus, most of the SCA members were sitting near me, somewhere in the middle. So most of them were talking and taking pictures. It wasn't pleasant for me, but I managed to tune it out.

There's this girl Peggy that was sitting next to Tommy, who was next to me. Out of a blue, 2 rows in front of Tommy, popped out a Taiwanese dude with one of the oddest accents ever. The accent was nowhere near the Asian category. He had this Australian/British accent. So, people who have picked up this kind of accent should be tops in his English, innit? Not really but passable. But seriously, Taiwanese with such an accent is so weird. Plus, this dude was obviously trying to get some because he was persistently, to the point of painfully annoying, asking Peggy to make him the coveted (in his head) bak kut teh that almost every M'sian worships.I have no idea how it came up but I sure would've liked to tell the dude to can it unless he wanted to be fed the stuff via an enema.

Since I was half passing out, I can hear disconnected words here and there. Different colours represent different voices.

"Hey Peggy" "No way..."

"... it's somewhere in Klang" "... no, man, it's all over M'sia!"

"...you make some Bak Kut Teh for me please, Peggy?"
"...bak kut teh..."
"bak kut teh" "...I trade it for..."

"...you can come and make it anytime..." "bak kut teh..."

"..eh, Tommy, next time you come..."
"...bak kut teh...!" "Dude, no man..."

"Someone needs to kick his ass" "BAK KUT TEH!"

"THAT'S IT! I DON'T CARE IF MY FOOT GONNA GET STUCK!"

This is an exaggerated re-enactment but yeah, it was pretty much that bad. Needless to say, the bak kut teh "aficianado" went on to grab the "chef's" number. Smooth operator but he sure needs to tone down the advances, especially in a crowded bus full of tired people.

Straight after, several of us stayed behind and went for dinner at Glen Waiverly. Steamboat! Fuccckkk... Haven't eaten that shit in ages man. It was a good deal, 22.80 AUD, whatever you want, how much you want, except the drinks they're gonna charge you like a motherfucker.

Ate nicely and cured part of my headache. Ben, Adrian, Anthony, Ernest and Fiona bounced back to Caulfield in Ben's car while Tommy drove me, Kang Wei and Peggy home.

Twas a good day if I didn't count the headache and Taiwan boy's declaration of obsession for bak kut teh. It's official in my dictionary now, the slang for "hitting on" has another new entry and that's "asking for bak kut teh".

A'ite, I'm off. It's the end of the holidays and I am partially glad it's over. Time to end boredom...

Peace out y'all!

Fast and Furious

The long-awaited sequel. Pretty much qualifies as the message of engagement for the war that is waged among summer blockbusters. If I may use this analogy, then this message was written on papyrus using a ball pen in broken English.

Cars are alright, the usual shit. Dancing babes, as usual are there. Everything is there except massive races like last time. 2 Fast 2 Furious is still the shit, for sure. Loved the drifting in Tokyo Drift but hated the lead character. Such a cunt! Hahahaha...

Anyways, the usual gang is back. Vin Diesel, Paul Walker, Michelle Rodriguez and Jordana Brewster but it looks like the magic's gone. The new chick, one time Miss Israel, Gal Gadot, is an excellent plus. Fucking amazing hottie right there, man. Look her up.

Not much to review about this movie. Deals with lots of old issues the characters had here and there. No spectacular races. Just the usual shit, crashes and all. But I have to say that I want that GPS that those dudes use for the first race. That's a seriously cool device, with the chicks flashing across the screen and all! Hahahaha...

Ol' Spiky's Rating - 3.5/5

An extra 1.5 just because of Gal Gadot. Giggity.

Seriously bored right now. Holidays're coming to an end but I am glad to go back to class. At least I have something to do! Assignment pileup time's coming up as well. It's gonna be hectic and the thought of going through so much shit for the finals is painful as well.

Peace out y'all.

Philip Island, Ho!

This is way overdue. Like fucking overdue. Whatever it is, here’s the lowdown. Last Friday, a group of us, 12 people, mostly from Student Village went on a road trip to Philip Island, roughly 100 KMs from Melbourne. Reason? Fairy penguins. Yeah, these guys swing the wrong way, wear skirts instead of pants and are Korean... Nah, just shitting you. It’s probably ‘cause they’re tiny. Yeah.

So, plan was to meet up at Unisity at 8.30 ‘cause Elly and I are the only ones going that aren’t from Student Village. Waited there like almost 45 minutes and didn’t get enough sleep so I thought I was gonna be shooting myself in the head at the end of the day.

Eventually everyone turned up in 2 cars. One was rented by a covered girl from Indon. It was an Innova because Eric’s Ford Falcon X6 could only take 5 people. We had breakfast at McDonalds and to my chagrin; these guys had no idea how to get there. At least Eric had a GPS navigator and everyone had brought their fair share of geographic tomes and maps. Fantastamistic.

Eventually we hit enough key words in the tomes and managed to get the GPS (which we had earlier dubbed as “Uncle” since our near fatal fishing trip to Williamstown Beach – Read Gone Fishing) to show us the way. One of us also tried getting the directions to the place with Google Maps. Pretty handy, that. So anyways, off we went.

The other car got lost twice. First time was ‘cause the driver was driving with just one contact lens on. Smart fella. 2nd time was ‘cause it was... uh, it was a girl driving. Yes, sue me. Live with it. Real troublesome altogether. 1st time we got separated in the city. 2nd time we took an exit and those 8 people in the car can’t see our car take it and they went on ahead. 14 eyes and not one can keep up. Amazing, innit? We had the worst tag-a-long car in the history of driving.

Took us awhile to get them to spill the information the 2nd time round ‘cause we were around the Clayton-Dandenong area. Even stopped a postman to get some info but that white boy knew nothing. Postmen and taxi drivers are pretty much useless. You’d expect them to be pros of the area they’re assigned but it’s far from reality. Taxi drivers without their GPS are useless, I tell you.

Eventually we found them, got back onto the highway and it was smooth sailing all the way to Philip Island. Since Eric’s car was all dudes, we were talking shit and pretty much bored shitless so we started pointing at random shit and going “Ooooo...” Yeah... so it was like, “Look, McDonalds... Oooo...” Yeah, real mature but was funny as hell!

Travelling on the freeway there is a huge difference from Malaysia. Instead of trees surrounding you and mountains in the background, the whole place is all flat, grass, cows grazing on the plains and bare hills in the background. Plains can stretch as far as the eye can see.

All of sudden while navigating, the girls called one of us and told us to take a U-turn ‘cause they wanted to go to a ranch called Warook ranch. They were quite far behind us (damned driver can’t keep up when we’re just touching the speed limit) and we had to go quite far ahead to reach a U-turn but eventually we did and met up at the ranch.

Huge ranch it was. They had ducks, emus, kangaroos, cows and sheep there.

Can you see those roos there?

The lady in the office offered us a tour of the place. 200 smackers for 90 minutes. Not half bad. I initially voted not to stick around but when some of the chicks made faces and said that the penguins don’t pop up until the sun sets, I decided “What the hell... might as well.” So off we went into one stinking wagon hooked to the back of a pickup truck. 1st stop was a sheep shearing place. Seen all that shit while I was at Gold Coast the last time round.

Like lambs to the slau... I mean, shearer



Bob and Gerry with the shearing gear

After that the tour guide showed us the whips. Usual jokes came up... Heh heh heh... It was the kind of whip not really meant to put the animals in line but rather to freak them out so it’s just used to make that “crack” sound. She showed us how to do it flawlessly and some of us went ahead to try. I didn’t try ‘cause I knew I would definitely hurt myself.

Needless to say, everyone who tried didn’t get it right the first time and started to hurt themselves. Eventually I figured out the formula to do it watching the tour guide do it. Just swing it over your shoulder until the whips over your back and swing it forward. The little thingy in the front is much more flexible than the whip so as the whip’s doing it’s thing, the thing will swing around faster than the whip, breaking the sound barrier in the process and making the “crack” sound.

Later she, the tour guide showed us the sheep dog. There were three of them. The old one was Sparky, I think, brown, deaf in one year and plagued with arthritis. The one in its prime, Tomoe, was black and white, in its prime and was obviously the best there was at the ranch. The youngest one is Tomoe’s kid and was still in training so she only brought out the oldest ones to show us how they do their thang. The sheep dog were absolutely obedient and only answered to the tour guide. Friendly too.

After that we fed some baby lambs. Cute little fellas with huge appetites.

Feeding a little lamb. Mmm... gotta grow big and strong to make good mutton chops!

Next up were some calfs. Baby cows, for those that are half an idiot. Nothing interesting there but the tour guide debuted a baby kangaroo for us and it was so freakin’ cute! Didn’t get shots of it because it was still kinda afraid of people so it just wouldn’t be right to flash a camera at it. Later, she led us to a feeding enclosure near the entrance where we were given some grass feed to be given to the animals inside. The ducks and geese were the most wary of humans so we had to lure them over with the feed before they ate out of our hands. The kangaroos were more than obliged to eat straight out of our hands. Damn man, those kangaroos have huge ass claws! I rather get punched by one of them motherfuckers than get slashed at.

Itching to get some memorabilia from the souvenir shop, we went back to the office and found out that they closed for the day and the restaurant as well. Damn. So off we go again, back on the road where the girl driver showed us why women drivers sucked. Couldn’t even back up properly. Sure it was a huge ass ride but I drove an Innova before and it ain’t that tough.

Stopped at some koala place for a bit but skipped it ‘cause we were all really hungry and that place didn’t have proper food.

As we drew closer to Philip Island, started to drizzle a bit, no biggie. Lasted for fewer than 20 minutes. The road also reduced to 1 lane only and because of that, the sucky driver behind us lagged and eventually got cut by a few more cars. Fearing that they would get lost, we, as good Samaritans messaged them with instructions.

How did they repay us? Easy. They ditched us and went for dinner themselves once we hit Philip Island. These dudes got pissed and shit. I was a bit ticked myself but I see both sides of the coin and thought that we were all equally at fault. So I opted not to go ape shit on them if I got the chance. Hence, us dudes went for dinner and then suddenly Palm got a message from Elly saying that they hadn’t had dinner yet and were coming over. Catch was that we were having dinner at a Chinese restaurant, therefore and obviously not halal so driver girl had to bounce over somewhere else to get her chow down.

Finished dinner, parted ways and I found myself with Daniel, Eric and Bob heading to chill by the beautiful beach of Philip Island.

Philip Island beach



Me, Eric and Bob chilling



Daniel pondering whether to scare the birds or not



Daniel and Eric hanging on the beach



Guys only pic

After settling awhile, sampled the alleged Melbourne’s best fish and chips, we headed off to the Penguin Parade, the only reason why people bother with Philip Island. This is how it works, you pay 20 bucks, minimum. Extra gets you other places in the place. Not interested in the penguin themed stuff, thank you very much. So yeah, 20 bucks gets you the souvenir shop, small little theatre and of course, the main attraction, the Penguin Parade itself. So the main area, consists of bridges surrounding the natural (or manmade) habitat of the fairy penguins, which are holes in hills. Then the main stage of the area is like a spectator stand area, facing the beach where the waves wash in the penguins rolling in.

The little fellas wash up in 2s and 3s and sometimes wait around for other pals and walk back home altogether. Platoons of them usually amount up to between 10-25 penguins.

So after looking at those fairy penguins and making good use of the souvenir shop. It was time to head back... but not before goofing off a bit!

Apparently penguins will hide under your car. Hmm...



Messing around with penguins




Group photo at Penguin Parade

Palm took over in the driver’s seat and I slept throughout most of the journey.

Eventually got back to Footscray faster than the other car ‘cause they went off fucking around so we hit the pub at Footscray Hotel 1st. There, the “3 second checkers” game was born! Not gonna go into detail about that ‘cause I’m sleepy as hell now.

Palm, Bob and Eric playing a game of "3 seconds checkers"

So yeah. That’s it. A lot more happened between then and now. Easter Party at CQ. Fishing up a shark. Yeah... Let’s leave that for some other time.

Peace out y’all.

Missing Euphoria

Hey folks, how’s it going? I and some of the Student Village crowd went to the city to club the previous night. Geez. A’ite... here’s the lowdown. I don’t have 100% clear cut details but this is what I understand so far. The place is run by an old friend; from VU, U-Jun. Nice guy and all... has a real knack for getting his finger in businesses like this. Probably invested in it as well.

Based on last night’s excursion... (Not wanting to start fires here, people) but that place... I wouldn’t go back if I had a choice. It might be having a bad night, it might be new, owner’s still green... blablabla... I can go on defending the place but the verdict needs to be thrown down, brutally. The place’s designed pretty alright. Small but it’s comfy, yeah but this’s a club, not the Sunset Ranch. Dance floor’s way too small. It’s missing that grand feeling somehow. Pub section’s tight... got its own DJ. Nice ambience there. Staff are really helpful, friendly, I’ll give them that. But... it’s just missing something. Perhaps it’s the fact that I’ve been blown away by Euphoria. 1st DJ of the night was not half bad... generic hip-hop, popular overplayed radio R&B mixed up. 2nd DJ was balls. Backstreet Boy in the club? 2 songs? 2 whole songs? Either it’s their way of driving people out or this dude’s been taking shots under the table man. Yeah, brutally honest. Wouldn’t go back in there if I had a choice. Bad 1st impression for sure.

Damn, I miss Euphoria.

Been there once and I wished that I actually went again. Yeah. Me. Wanting to go to a club again. It’s that smashing.

Anyways... on a happier note, it’s Easter holidays and we got 2 weeks of it! Yeah! Going do get more fishing under way, hit the gym a bit more, and just laze around.

And damn assignments to do. Freakin’ hell.

Let’s get on it then. Hehehehe... Peace out y’all.

Gone Fishing

Yeah... went fishing yesterday with Palm, Eric and Kang Wei. It's the second time I've went fishing but at least it was better than my 1st time, which was the day before yesterday. The first day we went to Maribynong River to fish and caught nothing except a starfish and a teeny weeny fish. Australia's got quite some fishing laws so that the environment stays balanced. So... small fishes need to be let go. The party that day was me, Palm, Eric and Elly. Palm's the master fisherman here since he's kinda like the babysitter, attaching hooks, setting up gear and getting bait hooked but me and Eric have gotten the hang of the gear. I don't have a fishing license yet but will get one soon. It's pretty cheap for a year so it should be cool. A cheap fishing rod will be cool. I'm not looking to catch a swordfish or something. Here're some pictures of the 1st day's catch.

Eric's 1st catch of the day - a starfish



The second catch - measly little bugger



Marinybong River



Elly just chilling with her DS

The next day we went to Williamstown Beach which was actually not far from Footscray but the damned GPS that Eric bought was definitely possessed by some insane serial killer’s soul ‘cause it lead us there using the most insane ways that were available. There were 3 major incidents in the way there, aside from many, many wrong turns. One, we nearly mowed down an old lady leaving McDs. Two, we nearly got mowed down at a roundabout by an Optimus Prime-looking truck. Three, we U-turned from the outside lane, gaining the wrath of a BMW driver. However, we eventually got there in one piece. Walked down quite a stretch and eventually reached a little rock formation that jutted out into the sea.

Fisherman Palm, B-boy Kang Wei and Apprentice Fisherman Eric



Eric's 1st catch.



Pretty tiny, eh?



The crew at work



Williamstown Beach deserted



Huge ass jellyfish



Enjoying the sun setting on the beach



Cruise ship in the distance

Total tally of the day!

As you can see, the tally of the day is 4 teeny fishes. Another dude that was on that rock formation, a Lebanese man, who has been in Australia for 28 years caught 4 huge ones. Enough to last him a few days. Lucky guy!

I’m starting to like this fishing gig. I might just buy some crummy old rod and get at it. Hehehhee...

Anyways, seriously tired now. Haven’t had a decent night’s sleep on 2 days so I need to crash now. Peace out y’all.

P.S: I feel asleep in class today. First time ever but it was intentional. Heh heh heh... Funnily enough, apparently made some sound while I was sleeping. Can’t say I was embarrassed ‘cause I would’ve loved to see myself in the act. It would’ve been hilarious!