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Argh! We fucking lost! And to a penalty shot from a dubious foul no less! It was such a close game all the way till the end as well – I was hoping for a penalty shoot out at least. Shit!

Still, the crowd and atmosphere at The Deen was fantastic. Though there were some aggro at the end when a bunch from the crowd started throwing their empty bottles at the screen. And when we got out of the place, the cops were everywhere. They must have sensed trouble too – probably listened to the score on the radio.

Pics and vid when I’ve processed them later today.

Sydney Morning Herald – Heartbreaking end for Socceroos

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I would like a girlfriend, but do I really?

I spent the entire day being at home yesterday. Not having to go anywhere or see anyone was extremely relaxing and liberating. I only came out of my room to make food, do my laundry and play with and walk the dog. The rest of that time? I was in front of my PC – I am addicted to it see, but then you already know that.

I wonder now that I’m so comfortable going about things at my own speed, and on my own schedule that will I adapt to it, if and when someone new comes into my life? I don’t need my life to be completely full because I actually love these moments of having absolutely nothing to do and nothing to think about.

When you ask me what I’m thinking and I say “nothing”, it’s true. “Nothing” to me is actually something. To replace that nothingness would mean that the special someone, whomever it may be would really have to be special indeed.

So I had an epiphany: that I am alright being alone, not a hermit mind you but single. I’m down with it. I guess that makes me a “quirky alone“. Now quit trying to match make me.

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Caught up with Jaclyn for dinner last night. She has opened a little video rental outlet inside Aeon Cybercafe on William Street (near Cakes Unlimited). Neat setup that she got going there and very entrepreneurial of her too. Somehow, the idea of having a video rental stall inside an Internet cafe just works.

Her overheads are low and so is the initial capital – the main costs are the DVDs and VCDs, and a video-rental software to manage it all. The only downside is the long hours. Though she’s sharing the staff with the boss of the cybercafe who happens to be her friend, so she doesn’t have to be there all the time.

Besides the long hours, there’s also the constant thinking and planning. As a former small business owner, I told her that it’s normal. Even on your day off, you would be thinking about your business because it is your own money that you are playing with.

She rents out Chinese movies and TV serials – Mandarin and Cantonese ones predominantly from Hong Kong and Taiwan, and also Korean and Japanese movies and TV serials. Prices are $2.50 per DVD or $1.50 per VCD, and you get one night per disc up to a maximum of 7 nights. Tell her you heard about her shop from me and you might get a freebie or two.

Yes this was a plug.

Today is one of those days that my glass is running a bit low. So here’s some random diary-style “life events”. Blog = weblog = diary innit?!

• Mom’s going to KL/Shanghai tomorrow for a month. Meaning? More fast food, more spaghetti and pasta, more porridge, more pizza, more take-away food. Though, she has hoarded a lot of her secret stock in the freezer for use with any kind of cooking that we may wish to do.
• I got a job at my company for a waitress who used to work in my restaurant. The banter that we have reminds me of those days. It’s great.
• Last night, Snoop rather sleep outside in the cold than in my warm room. What?! Have I been snoring too loud??? Could be, I’ve been rather tired everyday for the past week or so.
• Why am I tired? Not sleeping when I should be but blogging, reading blogs, and chatting whilst listening to hyper music. Then there’s TV. Then there’s the weekend clubbing and drinking.
• Wendy’s got a new boyfriend. Back to just me and Simon for our fun and frivolities. I foresee more trips to the strip club due to her not being out with us.
• Banana’s at AUD$10 per kg. Result? Less bananas, less regular. Metamucil perhaps?

I love parties and clubbing, and I’m not apologising for it.

During the week, I don’t go out and I don’t drink. Almost every weeknight I have dinner with my parents. That’s my quality time with them and I love it. But when the weekend comes, that’s when I like to have a little pressure release. You got pressure, I got pressure. Everyone in society has pressure.

And I admit it – I like drinking, and I like looking at beautiful women dance. Sometimes I like drinking whilst watching beautiful women dance, naked. And yes I battle the urge all the time, and I crave “it”. Sometimes I think I’m going insane.

You are not single, and you had never been single for as long as I have. I don’t expect you to understand it, and I am not going to impose my values on you. I expect you to do the same out of courtesy.

To you, I may go to the same pubs and nightclubs week in and week out, doing the same old things. But take a look at yourself: you eat at the same restaurants all the time, watch all your movies either at home or at the same cinema all the time; have the same old gatherings and BBQs, talking the same old shite with the same old ppl. Aspire to your mundaneness? No thanks. I will take my form of repetitiveness over yours.

I am out there circulating and I go to at least four major raves every year. Because of that I am meeting new ppl all the time. Some become friends, some are good only for moments in the night, and some are strangers who end up in my photos.

I love club culture and I love house and trance music. I love jumping around. Too old? Please. You have your timetable and I have mine.

In the end, we will probably end up in the same place. I’m just taking a different route at a different speed. In the meantime, as long as my body is holding up I’m gonna party as much as I want to.

Oh, I … Ohhh I … I love the nightlife,
I got to boogie on the disco ’round, oh yea.
Oh, I love the night life,
I got to boogie on the disco ’round, oh yea.

Alicia Bridges, “I Love The Nightlife”

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The original gang for the night out: Wendy, Simon, me and a new guy that likes Wendy whom I intro’d to her 2 weeks ago.

Wendy and the new guy left us at 2am. Right after, Simon and I immediately had the same thought:

Let’s go to the strip club!

Who cares!?

This is a summary of what happened at Exotica:

• A guy we sat next to won $8000 at the casino and was throwing money around like there’s no tomorrow. Needless to day, the strippers were treating him *really* well.
• One stripper dance in front of me, made eye contact and then said, “Hey I know you. How’ve you been?” I replied, “I’ve been good. You look good as always.” *wink* I tipped her, she smiled and shook my hand.
• Another stripper came up to Simon and asked if he wanted a private dance, and he said, “Ask my friend here, he always have a private lap dance.” She turned to me, and before she even asked, I said, “Yeah why not!” She looked at me again, and said, “I’ve seen you here before. How’ve you been?” I said, “I’m well.” *smile* She said, “I remember you because you are always smiling.” Heheh. Woohoo! I got a very good private dance as a result.

I had two strippers recognise me. Think I go to Exotica too often? Yeah baby!

Continuing on the dog theme, here’s a collage of shots of Snoop out in the backyard on a lovely sunny day.

Incidentally, Wendy said this the other day:

For an ugly dog, he’s really quite cute. Looks like you actually.

Erm, Snoop and I shall take that as a compliment.