one acronym: MLIA

2012-02-20T20:38:00.003+11:00

Food revelations:
-Ceasar salad dressing on its own tastes like puke
-Sauces, especially mayonnaise, taste awesome with some good herbs in it
-Avocado's on toast = awesome
-Microwaving hazelnut chocolate and putting it over ice cream = SO AWESOME
-Also I know this isn't a revelation but I hate it when i buy a ripe avocado and it rots in 1 day. Like come on dude.

Hooray for 1st world problems, for there is a place where someone can say they are broke, yet still have the money to pay for their iPhone bill.

i only blog when i'm pretending i have nothing else to do

2011-08-31T13:47:00.000+10:00

I've noticed a pattern with my blog posts. They usually follow a whole month/week of busy and take place on a day I decide to "relax" ...which I define as surfing the internet, eating and then somehow deciding that people need to hear about how bored you are via blog and talking about the things you could be doing, like
-Getting a job
-Sound editing

-Watching a thought-provoking, emotionally-investing film or I don't know, baking a cake for your neighbours or saving old women from burning buildings. One of the two.

here's a irrelevant picture of a bleeding crane or whatever. it's poetic and stuff.

I will do something productive in the next hour.

update for keepsake

2011-04-03T00:27:00.001+11:00

started tumblr blog for uni:
http://p-ham.tumblr.com/

some notes:
- summer didn't last long enough
- don't mix beer and cake
- i know some pretty awesome people
- i'm happy and it's lame but i don't care because i'm happy

things change

2011-01-21T00:30:00.003+11:00

...but annie stays the same.

yeah wow it's 2011 or whatever. weeeeeewooooopfireworksmadeofgummibearsohgoshthatwouldbeawesome
i have again been lazy over the break and am in dire need of a job.
number of times i've commented on my laziness: 10.........MILLION!
number of times i've done something about it: 0

it's quite sad. no, actually, sad is me making myself feel better by googling pictures of katy perry with pimples while eating nuts and jam.

now if only i could channel my googling/5 minute photoshoping skills into something productive...

in other news i ordered a russian mail bride and she arrived about a fortnight ago, her photo didn't quite sync up with what arrived on my doorstep.

her name is joel, she talks like a man, and i think her penis is bigger than mine. but he makes me laugh, i like being around him and he doesn't care that i'm hideous (see photo at beginning of post) so here's hoping he'll stick around.

"The Nightmare before Christmas" - The Sequel

2010-12-22T20:54:00.000+11:00

Enjoy the murdering of not just the ear lobes, but of every pore, hair follicle, vein, limb, organ in your body.

sydney with cindy

2010-12-12T20:05:00.004+11:00

so i went to sydney for just over a week with the best friend. motive? a return ticket was 50 bucks. mind you the whole thing ended up costing over a grand, half of which went to skydiving, which was so worth it, but more on that later.

first thing's first, let me make it clear that i like to take a record of all my memories in the likely event that my future self will stumble upon this blog and shake her (or his, who knows) head in shame. self indulgence makes me that sad.

secondly, being a tourist is AWESOME. i mean, EVERY FRIGGIN TIME we saw a big rock, or a bird, or a tree, BAM! the next second, there we were, taking a picture next to it because it was so deserving of our wows. because hey, it's not just a tree, it's a tree IN SYDNEY!

thirdly, to rightfully grasp the experience, you need to understand the logistics. let me show you a map of melbourne:

straight parallel lane ways. logical street names. a tourist's dream.

got that? good. now let me show you a map of sydney:

a friggin nightmare.

suffice it to say that we got lost many times, and in doing so lost our minds a bit, getting delirious, mumbling incoherent words and terrifying a couple of locals along the way.
don't get me wrong, getting lost was half the fun - but sydney, your nonsensical street structuring is a bitch.

and it begins.

spot the difference.

monday involved:
-the arrival to sydney and its miserable weather.
-checking in to our surprisingly clean hostel/backpackers. here we would meet a lot of awesome people from around the globe; england, ireland, germany, canada, korea, poland, and our own melbourne coincidentally enough.
-trying to find a non existent hotel bar that was playing shaun of the dead (why shaun of the dead? a) it's awesome, b) ever since cindy lost the shaun of the dead dvd i got her for christmas, we've been searching for an opportunity to watch it again).

it may look like a nice friend photo, but they're really just supporting me so i don't fall on my ass.

tuesday involved:
-rainy china town.
-getting lost again.
-a 4-levelled safeway.
-the sydney public transport system.
-ice skating (which i have no talent for. at all. involved a lot of cindy gliding gracefully and me being graceful for half a millisecond, doing a bad rendition of the running man, then falling on my fat ass.)
-the opera house.
-a ferris wheel and darling harbour at night, on par with docklands.

where's nemo?

wednesday involved:
-the markets (namely getting abused by an asian lady for taking a photo....whoops.)
-writing a postcard to nataly and diana because we could.
-the aquarium. yeah, it's better than ours.

a day so awesome it deserves two photos.

thursday involved:
-waking up at 6am for a bus that never came.
-a 2 hour train ride to the middle of nowhere, all worth it because of...
-SKYDIVING! 16 thousand feet. a minute of free fall. parachuting over a great view of the beach. in the words of my instructor 'the best fun you can have with clothes on.'
from the jump, my thought process went thus: what the flip am i - this is INSANE! THIS IS AWESOME! I'M FREAKEN SUPERMAN! SUPERMAN! IS IT A BIRD? IS IT A PLANE? NO IT'S AN ASIAN! AND THE ASIAN IS HIGHER THAN YOU EVER THOUGHT POSSIBLE! TAKE THAT TALL PEOPLE! THAT THAT SKYSCRAPERS! TAKE THAT BIRDS! GAYAHHHSWHDEEDHSYUBDCGADWA!!!?!? and the beach looked beautiful and it all ended too quickly but it was great while it lasted. no i did not take photos of the skydive as that costed $200 extra and my wallet was crying enough as it was.
continuing on, the rest of thursday involved:
-getting lost again
-jersey boys the musical which was great! 'can't take my eyes off you' was and still is embedded in my head.

guess where we went.

friday involved:
-bondi beach. i didn't plan on tanning but the sydney sun didn't treat us well. after an hours nap i found that my front side had been attacked by sunrays despite the 3 layers of suncreen i lathered on in an attempt to fight them. i am now in possession of a permanent white bikini, if you know what i mean. the tan lines are pretty hilarious.
-luna park, fun, and again, better than ours. damn.
-a night of intoxication, dancing, scottish men, prostitutes, penises and the loss of much dignity at kings cross. not that i had that much to start off with. dignity, i mean. (don't worry mum, the penis refers to this random guy who was streaking across a park.)

chinese garden of friendship, because half of us are chinese and we're friends! get it?

saturday involved:
-a mini train around darling harbour.
-chinese gardens which were so beautiful you'd need a painting by da vinci of miranda kerr skydiving in a bikini strapped to an angel and farting out rainbows to beat it. mosquiotos were a bitch, despite the awesome purple stockings.
-disappointment in the form of pho. melbourne pho wins.
-more intoxication and karaoke followed by dancing in our downstairs bar with koreans and gay spanish men and meeting canadians with goon sacks

apparently eels were in the lake. wonder what would happen if they flew out of the fountain?

sunday involved:
- botanical gardens which again trump ours. bah.
- drunk Englishmen stumbling into our dorm at 4 in the morning whispering 'i'm knackered' and singing hip hop. who gets drunk on a sunday? well, the english do.

because watching huey's cooking adventures is what you do when you're in a hotel.

monday involved:
-leaving our beloved hostel to a fancy hotel, hoping to get drunk off musicals and shaun of the dead. alas we had no dvd player so we literally got drunk and played cards. i didn't even want alcohol to start off with. too much intoxication is bad, kids.
-also had good cheap steak prior to intoxication.

before Sydney and after; cindy and a tree at the airport. wearing the same clothes too (don't worry, we washed them in between).

tuesday involved:
-a very fancy breakfast at fancy hotel in which i regret not robbing all the muffins and pastries from.
-resting for a while at st.james park.
-sad goodbyes and the departure; everything seemed a tad strange.

to sum it up, a very awesome week and a bit. glad i spent it with the tchiang. now know 2 chinese phrases from her: xie xie and bu ke chi. and every time i'll be stuck in a boring conversation, i'll be fighting the urge to say 'you know, this is great and all, but we're not free-falling 16 thousand feet through the air, so i think i might just go now.....'

this space looked empty so here's a photo of me talking to a guy in a suit in front of the opera house.

then again, here i am back in melbourne, surfing the internet and eating mi goreng and ice cream with nothing to accompany me but miserable weather, charles dickens, and a packet of lindor chocolates i was planning to give as a back up christmas gift.

life's good.

lazy sunday

2010-10-24T17:56:00.001+11:00

Things to do on a Sunday:
- Lay in bed for copious amounts of time
- Dance to this while making banana bread
- Lend the poor child of a druggie family a lawnmower
- Get a huge cut from doing so, and melodramatically come to the conclusion of amputation when said cut doesn't stop bleeding for 20 minutes
- Forget about the cut within 20 seconds of watching this

The pictures below were taken by this dude for my film. The stills are cooler than the actual product.

The first year of film school is basically over and I'm over the moon as to what I've achieved. To think I thought I wasn't going to pass. To think I thought I couldn't handle it. Oh, naive young Annie, how we still have much to learn. And now expect some spam to overwhelm you in the form of photographs.

this is a break from the edit suites in the form of ice blended caffeine, cream, sprinkles, and awesomeness.

this is how picture frames and japanese bongo players equal the epitome of sex.

this is burnt butter cake and beer on a friday afternoon.

this is the future of the Australian Film Industry.

I know it's lame, but all I can say is I'm happy.

my "holiday"

2010-09-30T11:23:00.000+10:00

annie is having one of those lazy stay at home days where she has her own movie marathon, feels miserable and isolated and writes a blog about herself in third person for no reason until she has to rock up to a film shoot which is in 30 minutes and she still hasn't taken a shower because she really cant be bothered but she'll have to sometime but for now she'll exist in this excuse for a hole. hole hole hole.

she also hopes that no one interprets this as her being depressed and sooky as it is just her being a lazy ass. also is laser spelt with an s or a z? HMMM

arghdiiudall&#!

2010-09-03T11:31:00.000+10:00

now i've gone to film school i've forgotten what normal feels like

never. getting. up.

2010-07-04T17:40:00.003+10:00

after so many decade-like weeks of hard work, i've spent the past couple of days lazing around in my bed.
things i've achieved thus far:
- downed a packet of pods
- uploaded pictures onto facebook, then read newsfeed. on facebook.
- downed a packet of crisps
- opened celtx (script writing software) and named the file for my next project
- cleaned my computer desktop
- managed to get 'brown-eyed girl' stuck in my head
and i just ate a banana. go me.

an awesome couch view.

i've figured out i'm best when i'm busy.

life of a film student. back in the day when i was doing constructive things (last fortnight), my achievements were slightly more ambitious:
- cooked cabonara. in a wok. for 20 people.
- touched my first red
- boomed and slated
- held up a camera for someone else's audition
- spent every waking hour in the editing suites at uni
- woke up on 4 different couches, a bed that wasn't mine, a mattress that wasn't mine and a carpeted floor

saw a rainbow on the morning after waking up on carpeted floor too.

also joined a gym, on a whim. sadly not an attempt to get fit, but instead to keep in contact with high school friends.

how terribly strange to be seventy....

mmm....mi goreng and chai tea. better get up, now that i've managed to get simon and garfunkel stuck in my head. gonna clean my room too. hopefully more colour means more motivation.

busy

2010-05-25T21:54:00.001+10:00

Today I made a decision. A decision to buy the worst cookie in the world. And I didn't just buy it, no. I ate it, all of it, and even licked my fingers at the end. It was complete torture. The packet read 'chocolate chip' but all I could taste was stale and grit.
Why did I do all this exactly? Guess I wanted to punish myself for thoughtlessly debilitating my money.

And I did something bad today. No, not the cookie again; I let myself get overwhelmed. But I won't do that again.

‘Another Futile Hour’

2010-04-05T10:18:00.006+10:00

so every week in my screen writing class we have to write stories and such for homework. last week i chose to do a 200-word saga on a dull daily experience in my life. spot the beatles reference.

annie does 'the grudge'

We’re late, but that’s nothing new. My face cringes as the double doors slam. A Mexican wave of turning heads greets us. I spot a vacancy and calculate its capacity. 5 people. Fitting, with ample space to separate from others on either side. We make our way down. The floor is covered in lush maroon carpeting but the planks underneath it make their presence known, each squeak deafening. We settle, safe at last from scrutinizing eyes. One of the crowd.

Father McKenzie puts his heart on a platter for about 15 minutes before shoving the thing back in again. We’re only ever nearly captivated until we’re lost again, in our own thoughts. 10, 11, 12...I count the windowpanes. Paper crumples. Feet shuffle. Infant cries. The Nokia tune is heard for a brief second before the perpetrator clumsily shuts it off. ‘Amen’ the sea of zombies chant in imperfect unison. The hollowness in their voices unnerves me, but I’m used to it. I play their game, all the while wondering how something that used to be a celebration became another mundane routine. Empty people align the pews, the empty ceiling echoing empty words. We’re all a part of a one-sided conversation.

dear newton faulkner

2010-03-04T23:01:00.005+11:00

the way your fingers glide effortlessly across the frets. the way your fiery dreads dangle over your face as your lips project the most angelic voice ever registered in the ears of mankind. your aesthetic brilliance in the way you craft your songs, and alter other songs to the very genre you yourself have created.

i'm not sure how to put this ... i'm not asking for much really, and i don't mean to come off too eager, but i was just wondering maybe, just maybe, could you ....
please father my children?

i await your reply by the Thames; floating, metaphorically of course, into and through your sweet melodic music.

update: actually, i am now attending your concert at the palais theatre. i await in row NN.

photo tag, vca/melbuni student and the sunshine state

2010-01-22T02:35:00.002+11:00

was meant to do this yonks ago, but didn't, what with stuff like holidays and my forgetfulness getting in the way.
i was tagged my the always awesome cecilia.

The Rules
1. Open your 1st photo folder
2. Scroll to the 10th picture
3. Post the photo and story behind it
4. Tag 5 or more people

this was after boxing day, i think-december 27th? i had to go to lanie's to help her with this uni course she wanted to get into (and she did, yay!). so predictably, we ended up procrastinating. lanie randomly decided that we should make a video for youtube, her being the singer and i the crappy guitarist. she even put on a glittery dress and did her hair. once again, predictably, we didn't even end up doing it, and instead relived memories. yeah, we're awesome.
i tag:
angela
deanna
kafe
susan
thu
i even took the time to put you guys in alphabetical order, so if you don't do this i shall rape you in your sleep. and you know i'll do it.

in other news:
- someone's a melbourne uni student...albeit it in film and tv course, but still.......(thought i wouldn't get in, quite a slim chance...and as i type this entry i'm completing the online enrolment. who woulda thunk it?)

- YAY queensland!!

staying with family friends. we have a pool in the backyard and a dog that pees every three seconds. annie must cope with using the same toilet as her brothers who neglect to clean skid marks on the crapper...have gone to seaworld thus far, am looking forward to wetn'wild and movie world.

a week in...

2010-01-18T16:46:00.004+11:00

i remember declan's sunburnt feet, a little girl called charlotte, wheeling a trolley over 2 km while singing captain planet, almost getting caught for having some kasai fun, mock-shuffling to cascada, fake tattoos, boogeyboarding my way down to the sand, charlie the general store guy, electric blankets, getting wrinkly hands after washing the dishes, my panda face, john's burning nipples, step brother pillows, playing family feud and people being overly competitive, and dnms i had with people which, up until now, i hard hardly considered a big part of my life.

there are many more awesome things that happened on this trip, but mentioning all of them would cause an influx of boredom on your part, and an bombardment of nostalgia on my part.

gees i sound so sentimental, yahh? shall even it out with this:

New Years Nightmare

2010-01-01T16:43:00.006+11:00

So there we sat, sweating ourselves silly, a couple of sitting ducks as it were. And slowly, forebodingly, the blue horizon was overcome by a mass of grey that loomed above us like a bird’s anus would loom over a poor unsuspecting human head. Who would know that this was the only warning we would receive before the chaos would ensue? How ironic that our thoughts prior to the first bout of wetness were ‘oh I just wish the weather would cool down?’

credit goes to kafe.

How foolish we were. And here we could’ve stayed home, in front of our television sets, watching the rest of Melbourne suffer while we laughed on, DRY I say, curled up on the couch. I could’ve even gone to Mike’s, where his welcoming wog family no doubt could have set up a marquee void of any rain. Then we could’ve avoided throwing away two boxes of KFC, and avoided the great amount of pain and guilt caused by our ethnicity in doing that act. We could have avoided having simultaneous wet hair and sweaty armpits. We could’ve avoided the wet and long walks that amounted to nothing, and the amount of baggage that accompanied these walks. But most of all, we could’ve avoided the anger and regret in the fact that we should have followed Angela’s lead, and had an average, but nevertheless COMFORTABLE New Years. And as I held Deanna, who suppressed the sobs caused by her more-than-disastrous trek in the rain, our bodies intertwined in a way that surpassed the sane borders of human emotion, both romantic and platonic, I then realised, if we can’t get anything from this then dammit,
we might as well get a good post.

p.s. melodrama is actually quite therapeutic. especially in the form of a public diary entry.

not first blog entry (in a sense)

2009-12-08T03:09:00.015+11:00

Like the title? that's me attempting to be atypical. The 'in a sense' refers to my late xanga blog, wherein I recorded memories and tried to be slightly smart and quirky. That was about 2 years ago (a little thing called VCE happened in-between), so I may be a bit rusty in the blogworld. Link to old, possibly prehistoric blog.
Result? Tryhard.
Have I changed a bit? HECK NO!

putting pictures in for the sake of it FTW!

oh, side note to outsiders: when I refer to future me, I mean future me. I mean, me in the future, whom I am writing this blog for (because obviously no one else will read it) so I may reminisce but will end up, instead, hanging my half-human half-robot head in shame. So...ah...Horay for memories! (Oh, the half-human half-robot thing refers to when we'll be able to merge with robots and by so creating an awesome humanoid race. You may laugh now, but we'll just see whose laughing in the end...)
So I watched 'Jingle All The Way' today in efforts to recount my nostalgic childhood memories. And I must say, the acting is so bad, it is literally painful to watch. Well, not literally...except for the part where Schwarzenegger (lucky that was in the firefox dictionary) started saying in his almost mono-tonal voice "but (insert kid's name), I thought you wanted that doll more than anything in the world!" to which the kid replies "well, why do I need the toy when I've got the real turboman?" to which the late terminator smiles in an almost fiendish sort of way, while I am half-convinced he is going to pull out a massive bazooka and smoke the kid. This is the moment where I had to bite back my lip from saying a derogatory profanities (thanks for the neat word Thu) relating to non heterosexuality.

now he's thinking: I will make mince meat out of this kid's rear.

Point is, I saw the movie when I was VERY YOUNG and naive - the only definition of corny to me being too much of the actual vegetable (or is it a fruit? no, of course corn's not a fruit). When I still had high ideals of American Nuclear families (especially during Christmastime).
Now I'm old, pessimistic and cynical. Okay, maybe not that extreme. I begin to wonder if I'm as optimistic and friendly as people take me. I'm passive, definitely. Especially when it comes to bitching. I think it leads to no good, though many of my peers use it as a form of 'venting' or catharsis. I'd like to think I'm a pacifist, despite the fact that I did play counter strike in my earlier days. Mind you, I did suck at it. This, funnily enough, was the same period where I was obsessed with Delta Goodrem and listened to her music non-stop, especially when I played CS. Now every time I listen to an her old songs about believing yourself and being inlove, a picture of me giving a terrorist a head shot in de_aztec (with either a carbine or ak-47 which I pick up) pops up into my head.

Man...I am Double-U Eee Eye Arr Dee.