...'cause i like being submerged in your contradictions...

Well, hello there, extreme moodswings.
Was just beginning to wonder where the bloody hell you'd been.

*shakes head*

The air is frigid, and the night is cold. My thoughts are scattered all over the place, so are my feelings. I feel like I'm slowly losing my grip. My iTunes totally defies me; Jason Mraz's "A Beautiful Mess" is quietly playing and right now I feel like crying.

Heck.
I have absolutely no freaking idea why this is happening.

No, actually scratch that. I do know exactly why my emotions are all wishy-washy and my head feels like it's gonna explode and pollute the air with colorful streamers and dead butterflies any minute. Classic stuff, really. The conscience's just tired.

Any Freudian fanatic would oh-so-breathlessly conclude that my untamed, psychedelic id is probably just acting out, and with the know-it-all superego on subconscious-realm-level leave, the far-too-overworked ego is, well, too overworked to be able to maintain the balance.
If anything, the old man's got a point. Eerily enough. No wonder Jung decided to stray.

But yeah. Spare me your psyche-in-distress babble and let me ramble on.
*clears throat*

True, this isn't the first time my emotional sanity suddenly decided out of nowhere to spark up some trouble and start going downhill without even the slightest bit of forewarning. Last time it happened I spent nights and nights wide awake, tossing and turning in my bed, my bleary eyes weary and my mind racing with a million thoughts. It was months ago. So why come back now?

Now the idea of pulling a pre-Circus Britney Spears and succumbing headfirst into a downward spiral of emotional turmoil seems almost as tempting as tucking into a hearty bowl of creamy caramel-crusted vanilla ice-cream in the middle of the night. My moodswings are way out of control, and my whole body is aching with all the obvious symptoms of physical unhealthiness; I've been subconsciously bingeing on food and coffee these past couple of days so I'd guess that's where the uneasiness must come from.

Don't judge. Don't ask why.
And please fix that pretentious stare someplace else thank you very much.

They say "when life gives you limes, catch them and make lemonade", or something along those lines. I've never been a dear whenever it comes to cheesy quotes and the like. But what I'm wondering is this: what if you get so sick and tired of catching soaring fruits above your head that after a while you just don't have the power to squeeze the juices out of those cute little yellow sour prodigies let alone serve them in fancy crystal glasses complete with ice-cubes and one of those random cocktail-umbrella-decoration thingmabobs?

Sometimes I get so tired I just wanna switch myself off for a while.
Somebody give me a red-buttoned tail soon, please.
If Doraemon can have one handy why can't I?

*sighs*

I'm assuming that since you guys are still sticking around after all these years, by now you must have grown into repositioning my insensible thoughts and unparalleled random nonsense within your range of tolerance.
A lot of nonsensical things make sense in my head, especially in trying times like this, personally-speaking. So bear with me.

And those little things that reality still has yet to deprive me of; warm, well-earned hugs, entertaining late-night phone calls with loved ones, sweet messages, unexpected surprises, and a warm cup of chamomile tea...? Please don't take them away from me.

Heaven knows what this miserable mess would be without them.


*kneels down and prays*


...Lord, help me.

...sounding hopeful but it's making me cry...

Currently listening to: Mr. Curiosity - Jason Mraz

.patterns.
Pakenham train, Melbourne, March 2009

Move over, Eric.
Looks like yours truly has earned himself a new coffee-ordering alias.

Say hello to Justin, everybody.

*bows*

It all began quite innocently as far as coffee-ordering between classes is concerned.

So there I was, standing by the CoffeeHQ pick-up counter waiting for my regular skinny caramel latte to be served, subconsciously blending in amongst the swarm of other coffee-and-sugar addicts also in line for their morning caffeine kicks. Usual stuff, really; nothing special apart from the fact that the one taking my order earlier was a newbie who had to ask for my name twice. I shrugged that off and waited patiently.

Arriving at the pick-up point, I saw a familiar face: the super-friendly barista who usually takes my order. Apparently she was just about to begin her shift for the day. So we chatted for a while, talking about the weather and such since that's the way Aussies do it down here, and she made a comment about the outrageous size of the Strategic Marketing textbook I was shamelessly carrying around campus like the world's biggest dork or something.

Still nothing new at this point; I realized that I was already ten minutes late by then but I chose not to freak out and kept on with the conversation.
Just then I could faintly hear the name Justin being called out by the in-store barista in-between sentences. Obviously thinking that name wasn't referring to me, I ignored it. But when the called out "regular skinny caramel latte" out lout, his eyes darting towards where I was standing, I came to my senses and rushed for the drink.

All the while I was thinking, "Wha-?"
Did he just call me Justin?

"...Justin?" He immediately asked, winking one playful eye, when he saw me reluctantly taking the cup with the barely-legible scribble "Justin" etched out across one side. "Who are you, and what have you done to the Jesse we all knew and loved?"

I shrugged to his, and of course the friendly barista's, great amusement.
"I know. So much for trying to stay true to myself." I then replied with a laugh.

Seeing as it was probably a good idea that I take off straight away since I was already really, almost unforgivably late, I waved them goodbye after they made sure the poor newbie would get my correct name next time.

Thinking about the incident just makes me smile. Even now.
I mean, mixing up Jesse with Justin? Come on. That's like too far gone, man. Seriously.

*grins at the thought*

Anyway.
It's late, and I should head to bed soon.

The weather's been wacky, and it's already starting to take a toll on my physical well-being. There's only so much consecutive hot-and-cold days a guy's body can endure, and I guess my immune system's running out of batteries.

Let's hope I stay healthy for the time being. Getting sick would definitely suck, big time. It's not like I don't have too much stuff going on around me already.

Oh well.
*sighs*

Have a great weekend, guys.


PS: I got my Jason Mraz ticket! Can't wait for April 21! *jumps around*

...and you say that all that it takes is a phone call...

Currently listening to: Chinese - Lily Allen

.can'tsingadifferentsong.
Crown Complex, Southbank, March 2009

I got through Week 1 unscratched and unharmed.
That by itself is an achievement, so don't blame me if I'm gloating just a little. *grins*

Anyway.

Lately people have been telling me that I bitch too much about stuff. Uni stuff, friendship stuff, spiritual stuff, social drama stuff whatsoever, you name it.

I bitch about the fact that MKX3481 is boring as hell.
I bitch about having just spent a little under $200 for textbooks I most probably won't even bother flicking through until like the second half of the semester.
I bitch about having only Tuesdays off this semester.
I bitch about the eternal messiness of my room. Shocker.
I bitch about not being able to do my laundry this week because the weather's been cold and humid all week.
I bitch about contradicting myself since ironically I prefer cold over hot days anyway.
I bitch about friends in general.
I bitch about backstabbers.
I bitch about the painful fact that bitching about backstabbers actually makes me one too.

And mind you, being universally-known as the resident bitch of a given social circle isn't exactly a desirable trait one should be proud of. I for one wouldn't like that for sure.
So this got me thinking.

While it is remotely satisfying to know that at least I can self-identify as being in the same league as Christina Aguilera, superbitch-wise, even the powerhouse singer herself says that this can't last forever. One simply can't afford being mean and bitchy all the freaking time; the batteries are bound to run out at some point.

So for now, give me a chance to try to redeem myself.
Instead of getting on with my usual forte of rambling about things I don't like, this time I'm gonna write about things I do like.

Ready?

*takes a deep breath*


For starters, I like my room.

I like how my room is always cold in the morning, no matter how hot and sunny it is outside.

I like staying curled up under my super-warm blanket, snoozing the alarm as I desperately try to get back to sleep.

I like staring at my colorful hanging lights as I slowly drift off to sleep.



I like my bed.

I like my two adorable goldfish, Comet and Rudolph.

I like living in the suburbs.

I like my housemates. And I certainly love my house to bits!



I like my campus. Totally.

I like my course, though the workload can be a bit much sometimes.

I like Menzies Building's H1 lecture theater for no reason.

I like my BHS1711 and BHS1712 lecturer last year. And being the nerd that I am, I might've liked him a tad bit too much.

I like winter. Like I said, I love getting all cold and bundled up. Gives me an excuse to put on my fancy coats and scarfs! *grins*

I like watching the vapor trails that my breaths leave behind in the air during winter.

And I like walking around Melbourne CBD in winter. Makes me feel at home.




I like having nothing to do on a Saturday morning.

I like having nothing to do on weekdays.

I like having nothing to do at most times, actually.

I like hanging out in the Gloria Jeans Coffees outlet inside Borders Chadstone.

But I gotta say I like Starbucks even more.



I like imitating accents. And I think the British are admirable for being able to pull off such a difficult and irritating tone. No kidding.

I like it when people mistake me as an American. It used to annoy me initially, but since this happens to me on a daily basis, literally, I guess I've gotten used to it already by now. *grins*

I like how the baristas in my favorite coffee outlets know me by name.

I like CoffeeHQ's skinny caramel latte.

I like Lily Allen's new album, "It's Not Me, It's You".

I like getting creeped out everytime I listen to Beyonce's singing voice. No offense, but it annoys the hell outta me.

I like watching fan-recorded videos of Britney Spears's "Circus" tour on YouTube, although the shaky cameras and the excessive shouting turn me off.

And while we're on the subject, I love love LOVE "Circus"! I like putting the album on repeat whenever I need a little moral boost.

I like Collins Street.

I like Federation Square.

I like walking along the Yarra, watching seagulls chase each other around the riverbanks.



I like jazz. And I obsess about Michael Buble every single day.

I like shopping.

I like shopping for discounted stuff.

I like shopping in Bandung.

I like shopping like there's no tomorrow. *laughs*

I like bitching about life in general.

I kinda like to constantly miss Jakarta. 'Cuz I do miss the town. Terribly.

I like FRIENDS. I like CHARMED. I like Gossip Girl.

I like Doraemon. He's my childhood hero.



I like hugging the people I love.

I like ruffling people's hair. If I ruffle your hair that means I genuinely care about you. *grins* And apparently my ex thinks this is amusing for some reason.

I like cooking. Cooking makes me happy.

I like decorating my walls.

I like collecting five-cent coins.

I like how I always run out of things to say everytime I try to do a list like this.

I like how whenever that happens, I'll rack my brains trying to think of anything else to say.

And of course, I like how I'll always give up after a while.

*laughs*

So that's it for now, I guess.

Now you know that I'm not that bitter a person. I know I might seem silly and cranky and sharp-tongued and even terribly annoying at times, but I do have some brighter qualities that also define me as a person, if any. Don't we all, anyway?


*yawns*

Alright. Better hop in the shower now.

Have a great weekend, guys. :)

...in case you're wondering what awesome looks like...

...Now that's what I'm talking about.