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December 29 IndiaaaaaaaaaaHey everyone... greetings from India! It's like mid-afternoon here, and it's winter. So yeah, that means it's 35 degrees everyday. Logical, innit?
For those of you who can bother to track meine journey, I'm no longer in Bangalore, glorious city of telecommunications and pollution, but Tiruvella, in Kerala, which is a real nice place. Except for the extreme hotness. Which would be bearable if I only had my beach... oh waters, how I miss you so... anyway, I digress. I'm here with my family, and their family and their family's family... we're all off to a family gathering tomorrow, and there's gonna be so many people there that I'd wished I hadn't rejected my own language... It's a shame that, here everyone can speak both with quite proficiency, but the way things happen is that someone begins to tell a story in English, and sooner or later it descends into malayalam (look! It's a palindrome! OMGLOLxplosion...) and I miss out on the punchline and everyone's sniggering and it sucks.
It means I can't follow conversation, and tend to ask questions that have already been answered, and I can't talk to the maids very well either, which is a shame because Sheena is my age (for once) and is apparently a really nice person... and I don't speak very clearly or simply and then I just end up avoiding people.
Yes, we have maids.
Which leads me on to one of the more substantial parts of this blogeriffication... the rich-poor gap. It's amazing how massive the divide is, one moment you'll see a five storey mansion, the next there's people crapping in the street, or selling peanuts. It's shocking, the rich and the poor are basically together, and yet no-one seems to realise there is a problem. Well it's not like I'm doing a lot either... but I guess you really have to be an outsider to do any difference... I've seen that if you live with a problem then you don't really give a crap. But it's not all bad, there's a fair few people looking out for this kinda thing here, and India has much more real relationships between people than australia...
Anyways, I must be off... food beckons. And when there's nineteen odd people here, it doesn't last long...
Hope you have a happy new year!
- Ashbash
....closing the GODdam door, no...
December 22 Adios, tio.Well it's safe to say that I haven't been updating nearly half as much as I probably should have, due to the overwhelming addictions of the sultry waves of yonder beach, the glorious, meaningful/less convos on msn at 2 at night, and the beauty of a few decent web comics among other things. There's so much I should've talked about and so much that won't be written down considering I've forgotten it thanks to my shocking memory, but let's see how much information I can convey in one liners:
The formal was awesome!
School's finally out!
The beach is damn awesome.
Happy Birthday Harley!
That banner up there was supposed to have become a snazzy Computed Generated wine bottle, but I got lazy.
I'm off to India tomorrow.
Yeah India. "I envy you to hell and back!" you all say. Yeah you might have done, if I was going out to see India as if I was a tourist... no, not a tourist, they're all tacky bastards. It's got to be a traveller. Yeeeaah.... backpacking through India would be flippin' sweet... I'd probably get ripped off by at least five kinds of rip off merchants, get sold some reeaally dodgy chai on the train, score a horrible virus from dodgy water, stay in some random's house and end up in a telemarketing firm.... aahh the experience! But no, I have the 'privelege' of staying in my rellie's houses most of the time, and if things turn out like last time, I'll be watching cartoon network 24/7. Except Saturday. That's when Appacha watches eleven or twelve different new programs back-to-back.
But I'm actually hoping that things'll be different this time, I'm actually planning to try and have fun and not whinge around apathetically like some sort of creature from a Hollywood Undead clip, may even learn bits of my own language (it's amazing how quickly I rejected my own culture... think I regret it now...) On the advice of Annie I'm gonna be taking a lot of photos (when I get camera time). Hopefully the plane has good entertainment, I'm regretting not going to watch The Prestige today with friends, unfortunately packing awaited. Well it's not like I did much, it's fair to say I slacked off a lot and let mum and dad do most of the work, in fact I'm slacking off right now. Yeah! four o'clock and still not done! Though I doubt it's a record by our family's standards...
Anyway, there's a hell of a lot more musing and mulling to be done, but my body needs it's downtime. I'm pretty sure that I'll be updating in the land of curryness, and I'll probably be on msn to get some what will then be desperate social contact... but anyway, hope you all have a reeeaally awesome christmas and flippin sweet new year celebrations, wherever you are! See you all next year... holy crap I'm in year eleven... and I'm still a midget.
.png) October 31 devious...{[Songszssszzsszsszsszsss in my head]} :
Currently, Three Ton Tare - Untitled. If you've ever heard it, it's the one that starts with the harmonics, and goes to that rocky part, and then back to yonder harmonics. Got it? Nope. Didn't think so.
Also... The Corrs - Everybody Hurts.
Apart from that, my mind's been somewhat blank of music lately.
This is to say that I'm no longer uploading my artsy random photographic hardcore photos of death and/or destruction to this beautiful space, because the becky made me start me up a deviantART. Oooh yes. It's all her fault.
 So yes. I have a deviantART page thing! Come check it out! It's gonna be awesomecore! Except it takes ages and ages to load a single picture, so that sucks. Because of that, some of the photos that I already have up here aren't on there (yet), but it's a lot easier to see them all, individually too.
Not to say that I won't be putting any photos up, I'll still have for instance, the shots of our first busking adventure up here, when it happens, and all that jazz. Oh and anything random, like pictures from, say, India (aka: hole) and of the new church electric mcschmexy kit when we get it. Yes.
So if you've missed all the links already, here it is:
-------------> http://ashman-thompson.deviantart.com/ <-------------
And Becky's,
-------------> http://indigojane.deviantart.com/ <-------------
Here ends my shameless plug.
October 23 I Blame England
I got my haircut today, not that it resembles a haircut more than it resembled, say, the texas chainsaw massacre, but for convenience, well, "haircut" will have to do. Goddam Just-Cuts and their lousy friggin chops; I've always stood by them even when my hair was so crappy that everyone in a room simultaneously cringed when I walk in, but this... this will not pass. Just-Cuts must die. And die hard. Along with all their fobby employees...
As I waited in line to place my order, the boy in front of me tried to give his request, albeit in vain.
"Just a kuut then?"
"A what??" "Just a kuut?"
"Huh?!"
"A kuut! A kuut! Dya wunna kuut or not?"
"..... Oh! A cut! Yer, just a cut thanks"
I felt sorry for the cashier, English that she was, and very muchly so, that she'd probably cop a lot of slack from everyone at work and in here in this country. But to my amazement, and later horror, every single worker in the shop was blantantly English. Fresh from Pommy-land. Usually that might mean they come with a sense of style, but these expatriates, no.... It's thanks to them that I'm now sure that Just-Cuts takes in people off the street.
She started to have a go at my hair - I, oblivious to my soon wretched fate, lulled into a false sense of security by her inane grasp of technical jargon. In hindsight, it becomes obvious that I should've got the hell out of there when she started ripping hair off my head with a shavey-thing, and I mean ripping. But what am I supposed to do? Kindly say "On second thoughts, I'd prefer if you STAYED THE HELL AWAY FROM ME!!!"? What on earth do you do when someone inexperienced steps up to the plate?
Well, there's no-one to blame but me for stepping into that horrible slaughterhouse of an institution. Hopefully, if anything, the experience of utterly tarnishing my head of hair has in some way benefitted her career. Where the hell do top hairdressers get experience from if not from unwilling test subjects as me?
Just-Cuts must burn.
PS: Sorry for all the words. I like to sound like I know what I'm on about. October 13 The difference between being 15 and being 16The difference:
   There. That's pretty much the scope of what 16erhood is. Except I haven't got mine yet, so really, I feel no different. Actually, Ziggy would beg to differ, he's been counting down the days till he can legally have consensual sex, but really, that's not on my mind. Speaking of on my mind...
[Songs in my headsszszsszszsz] : The Allman Brothers Band - Whipping Post
Heard that song? No? Well go listen to it. Now. It's freaking good, I reckon... 11/8 intro... (It doesn't have that weird 'out of time' feel - they do it well. They do everything well.) Minor key with super imposed major thirds..... It makes you crumble at the knees. And that line "tied to the whipping post" is gut wrenchingly awesome. Trust me. Oh and my apologies to Harley, who's had to suffer me singing it incessantly next to him pretty much all day today and yesterday.
I'm so sorry.
Well, if you didn't get it, I am the sixteens now. Woo!! I feel no different whatsoever! And it's great! Didn't do much today, it was freakishly hot, so I hung at the beach with Harley, who was freakishly late, but the water was freakishly cold, so that didn't last very long. Then we crashed some mates' house and bummed around for a while. I had fun. It's interesting how doing nothing becomes so much better if you're doing nothing with people. I like people. They fascinate me.
The real birthday celebrations happened last Sunday; Jess, another friend from church, and me had a joint birthday, except we kept it a secret from him, whose birthday it was that very day. It turned out that that wasn't very hard to do, as our friend Jess here is extremely gullible. About four people accidentally slipped up and told him that they'd be at the BBQ at my place, to which he didn't understand what they were on about. His mum drove him up to ours under the pretence that she had to "pick something up". He pretty much walked in among a bunch of people and said "Wow, there's so many people here! Umm.. mum's only gonna be a second, and then we're going out to lunch". We waited about a minute until we shouted surprise. Aaahh Jesse you crack me up. It's great
 . I got myself a sexy as Barbie badge from Shannan and Maria, which I will treasure till the end of my days. Or until it gets lost among the pile of crap that seems to float around the house. Yes.So after that we hit the beach, which was freezing! Unbelievably so. Very freezing. People were turning blue, Monty turned orange, and none of us particularly felt like swimming anymore, so we went down to the local grocers and bought 120 packets of sherbet. 5c each. BARGAIN!!
These holidays have been pretty good while they've lasted, I reckon. True to my predictions I've been beaching it lots and listening to more rock then jazz, and the pressure of schoolwork hasn't really been there with exams all over and only a speech, which I have so far neglected to do. I've been having too much fun to slink back into my somewhat introspective other/self. Though it's a shame... The holidays have pretty much ended for me, I woke up this morning thinking about maths, more specifically, working out the area of the top bit of the cone. Oh crap. This is not good. Last night I couldn't go to sleep for a bit because I was thinking about all the things I had to do when school gets back... Damn organisational pressure... This sucks, I want to be able to do everything at the same time and handle it all, yet at the same time be able to do nothing for prolonged amounts of time and not give a stuff. Like I'm doing now, purposely forgetting the English project that's supposed to get done.
Meh. Stuff it.
Speaking of school, I don't think I've done anything these holidays with school people... there was a poker thing on that I really wanted to go to, but I didn't, for some weird reason. But I should've gone. Oh actually I take that back, I did do stuff with my favourite members of the most awesomely awesometastic band in the history of the world; Three Ton Tare has officially got itself a busking licence!
Oh yes.
Now you too can have the pleasure of listening to our scintillating, hair-on-the-back-of-your-neck-make-standing sounds amongst the teary backdrop of yonder Sydney streets: when we can be stuffed to go play. Maybe one weekend. Then you can all come and give us money. It'll be great for everyone involved - you can have the pleasure of feeling that you've participated in helping to further establish the roots of a good future music industry; and I can have your money. A win-win situation if I ever saw one.
I just watched Family Guy. Hehehehehe. That's one of the funniest shows around at the mo. The Simpsons lost its appeal a long time ago, but we all still watch it to pass the time. I've always been more of a fan of banter kind of humour, the on the spot jokes between friends and that, something I haven't been able to do for a long time. But nevertheless I enjoy people who are good at that sorta stuff, which is why "Thank God You're Here" almost reigns supreme amongst the comedy shows. It's Good! Pity about all the freaking ad breaks though, I hate ad breaks, I really do. It's got to the point where I almost can't watch 7, 9, or 10 anymore. Well, pretty much all their stuff is shit anyway. On the channel ladder, 7 and 9 come equal last, because they suck so freaking much, that their concentrated suckyness makes them so heavy they fall through the floor and collapse in on themself or something. And then midgets come and poke them with sticks. Or something. Because they suck.
I was watching South Park the other day, and something strange happened.
They went to an ad-break.
Oh God. Is this the signifying moment of the beginning of the end of cultured TV as we know it? Is the world coming to an end, doomed to drown in its own pool of advertising media, suffocated to the gills in...stuff?
I really can't be bothered to finish that sentence. Pink Floyd is playing. It's "Time" if you wanna know.
Hmmm.... I'm at home alone now, because Mum and Dad have taken the sister to hospital... her appendix is hurting pretty bad. They're waiting to see a surgeon now. Hope she's ok.
Anyway, I leave you feeling none the richer than when you came. Hope you're proud. Oh and Timbud, if you've read this far, congratulations on growing an attention span larger than that of your average goldfish. Although it's pointless trying really, I'm pretty sure you're stuck up there somewhere looking at all the pictures...
"Oooooooooohhhhh..... Pretty......"
- Ashwin.
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