ow-ww, you poked my eye, muhh-mmy

by bezzle

right now:

– my brother is playing with his hot wheels ‘shark park’ present and the shark is saying ‘bugger off’ repeatedly

– my sister wants me to play ‘tumbling monkeys’ with her

– my dad is debating that tomorrow is a public holiday

today was rather fail.  it saddens me to realise that describing something as ‘fail’ has become part of my vocabulary, along with the battered and bruised ‘like’.  so, back on to what i was saying.  went to parramatta on an attempt to find some bargains.


as if that was going to happen. 

yesterday, i went to cabramatta, to eat the very-often-eaten vietnamese food.  my friend’s dad suggested it over the phone, and as soon as my mum relayed it to me i instantly thought my dad put him up to it.  because that’s what my dad used to say every weekend.

so, we got there and ate.  and ate.  and ate.  ew, my mum forced bamboo shoot noodles on me, because none of the other kids would eat it.  the noodles smelt exactly like sheep poo.  maybe if i ever smell bamboo shoots (because i’m not going to eat them) i’ll get a feeling of nostalgia or something.

christmas, i went to palm beach.  i found a five cent coin in the dirt next to our picnic table and was overjoyed.  dad came back with a twenty-cent coin find.  later, on the beach, my sister found a lump of sand that turned out to be a greenish two-dollar coin.  so all in all, a profit of $2.25.

dad bought a jukebox a week or so ago.  and it doesn’t look that cool, just like a black stereo.  and dad borrowed the aforementioned friend’s dad’s cd and plays the first song on the cd over and over again.  i originally thought it was a good song.  however, the song is about lost love and the singer begging his girlfriend to take him back (yes, narrows it down to a couple million or so?) and now i’m beginning to feel sad, even though i haven’t lost love and begged a girlfriend to take me back.

if i had a wii, i would get just dance.  you know, the game with the ad on tv where people follow dance moves?  people who know me might think i might be the last person to enjoy dancing, but the game looks fun.  like singstar, but with dancing.  i would just play it if i knew no one else was in the same room.  because i get the feeling me dancing looks really yuk.

seguing into another topic.  over-modesty.  one of my hates.  because it’s so easy to do.  society dictates that we need to have modesty, but it’s so easy to go overboard.  sometimes we need to be proud.  because you might think you’re being rude, or hurting the person’s feelings by acknowledging your awesomeness.  no.  saying that your brilliant work of art sucks makes other people with inferior stuff feel bad.  trust me, i’ve experienced that feeling plenty of times.  instead of ignoring your own talent and flattering another person, maybe we should just thank them for their compliment.  and give one back.

quote from andrew daddo’s column on the 20th december, 2009:

“According to dadsquad.com, to qualify as a dad joke, a joke must

a) not be funny in the first place to anyone except a dad

b) become rapidly less funny through constant repetition (except to the dad telling it)


‘I was talking to my dad the other day and he asked me what I’d like for Christmas.  I said I didn’t know.

He said, “I was thinking you might like a new butt, given yours is cracked.  But then I thought you’d just sit on the new one and crack that, too.”‘