Found this article very interesting. The Internet is a bad place.

Today I had a revelation.

I realised that after I’m done with Peter Paper this year, I’m finally going to be able to start working on other stuff I’ve been putting off.

2008 is going to be good.

I feel a tingling sensation in my gonads.

Recently scientists have instead suggested the Big Bang might have just been the explosive beginning of the current era of the universe, hinting at a mysterious past.

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Wow. Everytime I think about what’s out there in the universe, life’s problems just seem so… insignificant.

This story just goes to show how fucked up and ignorant people can be.

Basically, a teacher and a bunch of year 12 students from my old high school of Cabramatta High attended a “Powerplay” lecture (one of the year 12 HSC modules). When they sat down the MC told them to get out. This was followed by remarks such as saying it’s an ineffective and inefficient school, and that they didn’t want people “like you” here. Oh, and this was in front of a packed hall as well.

What really ticks me off is that they basically took $28 from each student and refused them an education on the grounds of where they came from.

Of course, I wasn’t there, otherwise I wouldn’t thrown a chair at him for being an ignorant cunt of a person. I hope he dies a long and painful death.

If you don’t know the whole deal my high is from a notorious suburb of Cabramatta, once known for its drugs and gangsters and whatever. BUT THIS WAS MORE THAN 10 YEARS AGO.

MORE THAN 10 YEARS! AGO!

Since then the suburb has gotten rid of all this bad shit and is now a thriving suburb. The kids from the high school are heaps smart, talented and they’ve been in the papers numorous times for doing many good deeds.

It’s unfortunate events like this that makes me prouder to wear my CHS graduate badge.

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I used to be a size 32 in the trouser/jeans/pants/anything that covers the leg department, but over the years with alot of beer and sitting in front of the computer 50 hrs a week, my gut has expanded quite abit.

The plan was to excercise to lose the gut so I’d be able to fit in my size 32 size without discomfort (I haven’t been able to button it up). But that plan was more than 6 months ago, so I gave up and decided to get a pair of budget jeans from Myers.

Yep, budget jeans.

($300 jeans?! A Jedi needs not these things)

Oh right, yeah. I’ve got a Flickr account as well with only one photo. Add me!

Lmao. Halley made it onto the front page of import model Jeri Lee’s mySpace. Congrats on getting “busted” mate. Lollerskates!

(Ps. He’s the guy in the black shirt with the camera. kekeke)

We’ve finally jumped on the Flickr bandwagon. Click here to see us do nothing at work. Oh, and add us if you’ve got a Flickr account… because we’re lonley…

Sometimes I wonder what I’m doing with my life. And I’m unsure.

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Flowers.

Yeah, I don’t understand the power that they possess. Yesterday was Valentine’s Day and I gave the missus a drawing. You could say thought went into it. To cut to the chase, we got home and low and behold on the kitchen table was my sister’s Valentine’s Day present from her bf. What was it? It was a square-vase thing with a mother fucken bunch of mother fucken flowers. They were arranged in a way that made both my sister and the missus smile from ear to ear. Yeah, that’s great.

To be honest, I think flowers are thoughtless. Anyone can buy flowers. I almost came close to stepping into a flower shop and asking for the finest bunch of roses. But no. Flowers wilt, flowers die, and fuck, they put every thoughtful gift to shame. And how? “Because it looks pretty”.