Saturday, March 6, 2010

Real happiness is short lived,the happiness we experience is contentment,

We are cheered by the prospect of future goods, and we enjoy the memory of past ones. But only fools are troubled by recollected evils; the wise are pleased to welcome back past goods with renewed remembrance. We have within us the capacity to bury past misfortune in a kind of permanent oblivion, no less than to maintain sweet and pleasant memories of our successes.
— Cicero: De Finibus Bonorum et Malorum (On Moral Ends) (via fuckyeahphilosophy)
argh i cant get rid of italics. (fix'd - Stephen)

on expectations and delivery.
-expectations of self
-expectations of others
-expectations in nature
-nature of expectations

An old friend once said to me " trying is the first step towards failure ", and I thought, damn, thats so cynical, however, there isn't anything illogical about it. These days, I pretty much hold the same thing true, but in a different respect. I've started telling myself and others simply to not expect. Simply not. For me to expect is to open myself unprotected against the chilling winds of disappointment. Once there is an expectation, there is only guarantee.

There is only guarantee in the sense of an outcome. For to expect, is to foresee a preferential outcome, one that is suiting to ones desire. Thus, only guarantee remains in the outcome, and it comes two-way.
First, it is simply that of disappointment. Where the desired outcome is not achieved, one is then left somewhat short strawed.
Second, is that the desired outcome be produced such that one is guaranteed contentment. Not real happiness as I would describe it per-se, but rather a derivative of happiness. If it isn't clear already, I will exclaim the point. Were an expectation to fulfil itself thereby you will be limited to the amount of relative happiness, were the desired end to be fulfilled without the prior expectation. In other words, because the desired end is already in your sights, and you well and truly believe it to be so, then it follows that by acquiring the outcome, you are simply stealing money from your own pocket.
Here I present the argument against expectations, albeit with a rather strong personal voice behind all the reasons.

FORT STREET.














it's about GUILT!

Just a few photos from the Modern excursion.

I bought this burger for FIVE-FIFTY.

Len's wicked cool birthday cake.

There's a little girl on the table.

wat

Friday, March 5, 2010

WHY KOREANS ARE SOMEWHAT SEXY TO ME

nah, wanted to express an opinion that differed to stephens, but i can't exactly present a more convincing argument than he.

however, I did notice that korean ALL have the same kind of humour. And, its quite suited to my kind too!
AYE AYE? SEE WHAT I DID.
NOT JUST LOOKS ( THOUGH IT PLAYS A ROLE ).

Thursday, March 4, 2010

AG WAS FUN

LAWRENCEEEEEEEE

WHERE IS MY BUTTERFLY NET

brian fernandez, i will beat you.
because, now i know your weakness.

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

hurrah, hurrah

courtesy of Quoc, personally I'd prefer me a white shirt, but that can be sorted.
For anyone who doesn't read Quoc's blog, they'd be going for $15 each, though I defs wouldn't be keen on dealing with what the Cottage thinks of them. Also, we could have a go at throwing some of them newer designs onto a tee..

Also Quoc, you ever notice how the Shove It text is a bit off-centre?

with an ice pick raised

In case anyone was wondering, which they weren't, this was the inspiration (for me, at least) for the Pro Patria shirt.

I could be doing work, but..

This blog is becoming my 'chill-time' in between super hardcore study sessions in preparation for the half yearlies.
They're not hardcore, they're actually just very average, both in terms of the time spent and the work I do.

Monday, March 1, 2010

up the hahs

Aw yeah, right next to my fish poster.

i'll keep them still

Elliott Smith - Between the Bars.
The first couple seconds of noise aren't part of the song.

This song has been ruling my life for like two years, even though I don't really know all the lyrics.

wowow

17 seconds!

Sunday, February 28, 2010

... what.

Sonnet to a cat,
by John Keats.

Cat! who hast pass'd thy grand cliacteric,
How many mice and rats hast in thy days
Destroy'd? - How many tit bits stolen? Gaze
With those bright languid segments green, and prick
Those velvet ears - but pr'ythee do not stick
Thy latent talons in me - and upraise
Thy gentle mew - and tell me all thy frays
Of fish and mice, and rats and tender chick.
Nay, look not down, nor lick thy dainty wrists -
For all the wheezy asthma, - and for all
Thy tail's tip is nick'd off - and though the fists
Of many a maid have given thee many a mail,
Still is that fur as soft as when the lists
In youth thou enter'dst on glass bottled wall.

If you can't be bothered reading all of that, which you can't, it's actually just a sonnet to a cat. I can't tell if I love this guy or if I hate him.