Guess who's BACK IN BLACK (fingers) ? Kekeke it's LA GEO! No, not 'la ghey' which is what everyone says while squinting at my calculator, trying to decipher the words. == GET SOME EDUCATION YOU AZNS!

Haha btw, even my dad said I had black fingers last night. And I'm like " now you notice?" xD Prolly due to a mixture of extreme tanning while playing sport or bad blood circulation during winter.. aish BUT THEN WHY DOES IT GO FROM BLACK TO YELLOW? It's like gradient colouring! O_O

Okay enough of that.. Now I shall astound you with my winter season observations yay! =)

HAVE YOU REALISED THAT YOU PEE SO MUCH MORE IN WINTER? Like seriously I'm not kidding. And this is extremely weird since I don't drink much water already, and then I remember during one school day last week when Baulko was experiencing the climate of Antartica, when recess - I need to pee. Lunch - I need to pee. After school - you get the idea. == And like how much water did I drink that day? Like half a cup in the morning?

This is where I shall insert James' memorable quote during the infamous 7G debate of 'who built the pyramids" ..

"WHERE DOES THE WATER COME FROM?"

lol good times good times. I swear, how Year 7 felt so.. free, and so long ago. Back in those days when 99% of the school population looked down on us and we would complain about ' oh no I have one assignment due in 2 weeks and I haven't started!" *Gasp*

And now? Oh, 5 presentations to do and all due in the same week. It's almost like we don't have a life or something, and shall entertain ourselves infront of the computer 24/7. No wonder 50% of our grade wears glasses and the other half is on the verge of needing them.

Ah my feet is cold.. this is exactly why I don't like winter. All I want to do is hibernate in my bedroom next to my bestfriend. ie. the heater. It's new too! =D And bigger than my old small one so it's like.. double heat radiation or something lol..

I should really sleep now or work on my VD before NIKAE murders me on Tuesday. Sigh, I never feel like waking up these days since obviously, hibernation are animalia's first physiological/ or was it physical? behaviours. But getting up in winter is not as bad as getting out of showers in winter omfg. ==' I hate the fact that after you've been wasting Sydney's precious hot water supplies, you jump out and literally FREEZE as the water evaporates and taking your body warmth with it, leaving you shivering in the coldness protected with nothing but a thin sheet of towel.

Life can be so cruel.

And I feel bad these days cos I shower for SO LONG cos it's so warm lol. Yes, I'm the reason Warragamba dam is only 64% full. =

Alrighty I'm leaving this joint. Gotta sleep or wake up with panda eyes and falling asleep in class tomorrow, channeling a certain individual that we used to know .. >_> <_<

xx.
Geo.

PS. ROFL the 'xx' reminded me of Science today when me and Pat were learning about genetic disorders and chromosomes. Apparently xx is female, xy is male, and when you're xxy .. you're externally male and internally female! xDDDDD
I absolutely, utterly and entirely detest winter.

Every year it’s the same. Every year at around this time, the flu comes around and suddenly everyone’s sneezing and coughing and sniffing like there’s no tomorrow. And it so happens that every, single fcking year, I always get stuck with a sore throat and major headache etc. The whole package. Catching a cold is just like getting an anonymous package in the post, only in this case it’s filled with all the ghey stuff like the major headaches, drowsiness etc. Man I just had a giant image of a robot with 8 arms and the words “influenza distributor on the back; handing out little packages to people on the side of the road. I think the sickness is getting to my head. I’m not thinking properly.

I need to find that hot water bottle. :@

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And so today my superly awesome basketball team played basketball against school x. I shall now give my opinion about school x.

Let the opposing school be x
Let okluab be y

Being in a selective school has its many disadvantages. For example, we see the world the “easy way.” The world where normal 14-18 year olds don’t smoke, where chiqques don’t pack on 5 cm of eyeliner and foundation that’s caked on the face with the depth of 5cm, where the walls aren’t graffitied and the toilets don’t smell of cigarette smoke and have unknown substances on every toilet seat.

In school x however, it’s a different matter. In school x, you can smell the cigarette smoke in the toilets, chiqques wear foundation that’s caked on the face with a minimum depth of 5cm while reeking of cigarette smoke.

Of course, both x and y are two totally different environments. So different, that x is filled with Anglo-Saxons and y is a totally Asian dominated school. So maybe my above assumptions aren’t technically fair.

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PS: I was walking home today and I realized just how isolated my street and surrounding streets are. You could literally lay spread-eagled in the middle of the road and nothing will drive over you for like, 2 hours, yes it’s that isolated, and yes, I’m probably exaggerating. I hate walking home. The streets are all uphill and its super steep so it takes me 10 minutes to get up one hill. And there are 3 hills.

PPS: VD is gheyyyyy.
Last week, my bro had his birthday party and we went to LASER TAG! Seriously, it is so fun. We definitely need an SG outing there someday. ^^

It’s awesome. The place is all dark with glow in the dark walls and stuff and you walk (or in their case run) around shooting other teams. In the second game, there was a lady who, let’s say, wasn’t part of OUR generation and I don’t think she understood the point. With all us RED team members hiding behind walls, she walks right into the middle part and immediately we all jump out and SHOOOOOOT! Haha. Oh, and then run…

So with all his little friends and me and bob tagging along. (yes bob was there cos I told him to invite one of my friends so I didn’t have to play with a mob of yr 5-ers)

Inside, they all ran wild everywhere leaving us at the entrance trying not to get hit. First time around, it’s all confusion. You stand there with no chance of shooting anyone cos once you peep out, you get shot again. The other teams probably won from getting infinite points from shooting at me. ><

When we got our score sheets (a bit like getting your maths report when you failed) they were all like HAHA I BEAT YOU and YAY I WAS THE BEST and as they toddled to the “party room” (a room with lights and a long table. Yes that’s it.) they asked me what I got and when I tell them:

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ARHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHA!

PFFT. Really, they could have DIED laughing. Hey, I wasn’t that bad. Compared to the guy who came last. But NOOOO don’t bother about that. Just laugh that you got 3000 more points than me. ><

Second time was way better. I improved. That’s all that matters. NOT. And again, they ask me what I got. And again, I tell them. (when will I learn from my mistakes?!?) and AGAIN:

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ARHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHA!

I give up.

SIGH! I have to do VD presentation and organise speech, English presentation which I haven’t started on and geo assignment on disasters. But you obviously don’t want to know about my homework life. So yes. Better do it now. ><
“Class, could you all please put everything down and look at me?”

And everyone reluctantly turns their head in her direction, rolls their eyes and glares at her, ready to listen to yet another boring talk. Knowing that we’re all extremely pissed, she attempts to make us like her more.

“Don’t worry; this will only take 10 minutes.”

And she goes on. Every time we attempt to pick up a pencil, it results in, “can you please put that down and focus on me? It won’t take long.” Take Friday as an example. She starts the lesson by saying that we were given as choice, to go to the “labs” or to stay in the room and complete our task. After explaining nothing for ages, she says “Do you all understand? You’re all looking at my blankly.”

She tells us numerous times that we don’t have much time, as our presentation is due soon, yet, she talks for 30 minutes of the lesson, leaving us 8 minutes to actually start working.

According to my math:
1 minute- Figure out what we’re really doing in the lesson, since she just talked for ages about nothing
1 minute- To take out of diaries, to start working
1 minute- To gather all the materials we need.

And-
“There’s 5 minute until the bell. We should start packing up now.”

What a productive lesson.

And now, I have to spend my entire time making up for all that lost time, to ensure that I actually do finish by the due date.
I know that he loves me cause told me so
I know that he loves me cause his feelings show
When he stares at me you see he cares for me
You see how he is so deep in love
I know that he loves me cause its obvious
I know that he loves me cause its me he trusts
and he's missing me if he's not kissing me
and when he looks at me his brown eyes tell it so

Lol remember Destiny’s child’s “Brown eyes?” Lmao. I was just youtubing around looking for songs and then I found that song. Naws. It’s a really corny song, but really sweet at the same time =D

Well on Thursday tenned gave out our history half yearly report marks; and I think half the class wasn’t very happy with their marks, so tenned decided to give a “speech of encouragement.

“if you tell practically every University in NSW that you used to go to okluab, you will be regarded as part of the state’s top 5 percent. And if you get over average at the school, then you would be regarded as part of the State’s top 1 percent.”

Okay. So if you think globally; in the “real world,” even if you are ranked like. 180 out of 180 students in okluab; you’re still considered as part of the top 5 percent in the state. And you’ll still be accepted into Uni while they think you’re super smart. So therefore –insert maths sign- people who are in okluab are meant to be smart; and even if you’re failing at okluab, it does not mean that you’re failing the NSW standards. We’re just in a more competitive environment.

Yes, this is an attempt in lifting my self- esteem and boosting my confidence; because that’s exactly what I need right now; since I probably just killed my half yearly report.

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With all the Christianity controversy going on; I think I shall express my personal opinions about what I think about it.

No, im not a devoted Christian. Or catholic. Or anything related to God. I’m atheist and I’m proud of that. But just because I’m an atheist, and I’m proud to be one, doesn’t mean that I have to go around to all those believers out there and try and persuade them that “YOUR GOD DOESN’T EXIST;” which is exactly what pat and co. have been trying to do. Only they’ve been trying to convert me to Christianity.

When I say that God doesn’t exist, it pisses the majority of Christians out there off. And when Christians say that God DOES exist, it doesn’t piss me off until they try and convert me. Have you ever thought; that everyone’s committing discrimination in a way? Like, the refusal to accept someone’s belief, and saying that all other religions are wrong and the religion you believe in is the right one- isn’t that discrimination?

Lol. Just something to think about. And something to blog about; but yea. I won’t emphasize cos then I’ll be pissing a lot of people off. I’ll… just keep my thoughts to myself =D

and btw @ the random heading thingo. I was watching Potter puppet pals again and i remembered that line. cos its so funny. yet so lame. but yeas =D

lol =="

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I think that we/I myself are in a tight situation at the current point in time. Firstly, disdainfully, unbelievably, horrorfully, we are going to be FRKN ON THE STAGE ATTEMPTING TO PLAY A SONG in a matter of days. Yes, and half of those days, Fred and I will be preoccupied with *AHEM* certain matters. >___> <___<.>

Anyway my mum's overseas so that leaves me, my sister and my dad to trash the house up with our disorganization. Seriously, its exactly that that cheaper by the dozen movie. Except my dad is all grumpy and in pissy mode and answer's "NO" to every single one of my questions. Like when I asked him if I could go to do that hip hop class with Rhiannon from So You think you can dance. F uck ==. Guess who's going to wash the dishes every single meal for the rest of the term now. And yesterday my alarm clock didn't sound so I slept all the way up to 8:10 and since my dad had to drive me to school, in return I have to do the dishes everyday of the holidays as well. He's such a blackmailer.

Anyway, put your hand up if you love playing hockey at PE with Mr sivad? OMFG TT.TT. Now I understand why George hates it so much. Wait, part of the problem is because the instructor always bites off more than she can chew. By that I mean...

"EDA EDA! IM FREE pass it to me!"
SIVAD: "WOAH WOAH STOP STOP.... Now THAT is NOT the way you make a long pass. Here... *takes the stick*... No no no don't worry I'm not saying you're wrong, but what you need to do is...

*the ball rolls to a stop 1/2 a metre from his foot*

"Oh no oops.... but you get the idea.... "NOOR!! NO CHOPPING!"

etcetc. But does she realize that we are being forced to hit the 5 kg ball along grass that is so cratered that it looks like the moon? ==. I don't think so. F U PE ==. I hate Thursdays now.

OMFG YOU GUYS. Don't you find it a little bit fishy that Elyorcrdm is going overseas? No, that isn't the wierd part. the wierd part is, coincidentally, he left a certain unit of work for Mr Esorlem to educate us with, called "CONTRACEPTION". Just as she went on leave. And Ilke said that last year, all the other classes had gotten a substantial S ex Education except theirs, and they only talked about it for the last three weeks of the whole year because /she/ was away and Mr Esorlem had to fill in with that exact same unit of work. OMG. THIS IS SO SUSPICIOUS. I BET. That when /she/ comes back from her terrific holiday in Canada she's going to announce a new topic of education. I bet she has to go on a holiday every year for specific reasons. HAHAHAHAHA x). No wonder we've spent nearly 2 terms talking about a happy life and some random "MASLOW'S LIST OF HUMAN NEEDS"

Moving on, who wen't to prolestant scripture today? Omfg that was probably the most intense period that I have ever endured in my entire life. It amazes me that someone who used to be so normal, such a shallow jerk, can become so spiritually engaged with religion. But it did inflict some controversy though. I mean, if we live only to sin, then what's the point in being blessed with life? o.O''. I mean, everything we do, everything we think apart from when we think about God, is thus a sin, correct? Even if i felt extra diligent and worked hard in my studies, I would be turning away from God. And If i chose to, I could just not receive any education and live on the street with only my love for God, and I would truely be happy. right? I think not =.=' Hm, i think I need to have a wee talk with Joe. See if he can give me a few pointers.

Please don't get me wrong, I still need to organise the "shattered fragments of the INTERNAL SPIRIT OF MY CORE." *Reffering to all that stuff about inside our cores courtesy of that guest speaker named Christian. Tristian. Hey, that's so cool. Christian is Christian. HAHAHAHA xD. Ok, i wasn't sinning just then...

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Monday, June 16, 2008

Hey everyone! it seems like a long time since I've posted on this blog. Maybe because it IS a long time. =="

Anyway.School has been so stupid nowadays. Do I go to school just to learn about how to make a stupid Sky bag to sell to consumers, therefore increasing revenue, therefore increasing profit? Do I go to school to learn about the sex poetry that old men in the 17th century wrote to their mistresses? I think not. Even if we learn where the points intersect on the circle using proofs or the wavelength of a gamma ray, we still wouldn't know how to survive in life in 10, 20 years time when we're calculating our electricity bill or figuring out how much money we can save buy buying groceries from ALDI.

Take this certain person for example. She's 30-something, migrated here but took her mum with her to cook and clean with her. When she couldn't find a job except for those laboury MacDonalds jobs, she said it was too TIRING! What. At least you're making money. When my dad came here with just a suitcase, he did washing up for like, $1/hr. And he still managed to become successful (in a way I guess.. >< ) and my mum who used to live in a cave.. xDD And my dad's Viet patient who was a refugee with $5, no English skills and nowhere to live. Guess what he is now? Some boss of this big company.

At Youth Group when we were doing skits on the patron saints of World Youth Day, my group was doing one on St Maria Goretti. When she was 11, her neighbour went to rape her but she told him that it was a sin and God wouldn't want it. He stabbed her 14 times and left her to die. Before she died, she forgave the rapist and prayed for him to be able to go to Heaven with her.

Reflect on the story.

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Back to a lighter note. My hairdresser (who is also my maths tutor's wife who is also my mum's patient) says my hair's being damaged from tying it up too much. Eep~ My brother is getting more annoying by the day especially since he went to high school and learnt all this swearing. I need to do VD. I need to sleep.

Okay, is this long enough for everyone? It certainly enough for me.

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Fred.

∞ fkoff.

Saturday, June 14, 2008

To that persistant and #($*(#*@! guy out there.*

OH MY GOSH I ENVY YOUR PERSEVERANCE. But I swear, you're just lucky that I haven't grabbed a .44 caliber gun and shoot you through the head and exploded your brain into a million shattered smitherings yet. I'M THIS FREAKING CLOSE *uses finger to indicate 2 mm* TO TELLING YOU TO FCUK OFF, DO YOU UNDERSTAND? Or does my simple and direct language still haven't gotten through that thick skull of yours yet?

I DON'T HAVE TO REVEAL MY LIFE TO YOU. YOU DON'T FKN KNOW ME SO DON'T PRETEND LIKE YOU DO AND INTERROGATE ME ABOUT MY LIFE. YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO KNOW WHO I'M TALKING TO AND WHAT WE'RE TALKING ABOUT. YOU MUST'VE MISTAKEN ME FOR SOMEONE WHO CARES. BORE SOMEONE ELSE WITH YOUR INTERROGATIONS PLEASE.

No sorry, I don't want to have a deep long serious talk with you. And I don't want to be bombarded with all this bullshyt everytime I go online. Yes, you may say, talking about people behind their back is bad lahdidadiah but I'VE TOLD YOU DIRECTLY THAT I'M IRRITATED. So then why do you still interrogate me for answers huh? Is it your ultimate purpose in life to irritate me until I get fkn fked up and die?

SO BURN THOSE QUESTIONS MATE. No more "ohh bettty i have something to discuss with you" or " let's have a confidential talk" or " what were you and ____ talking aboutt. i need to know" or " ohhh tell me why your pissed i need to know" or " who do you likee __ said you like someone else." And what's with telling other people " oh betty and i are so close laddeeladeda we're closer than you think" ..

JEEZ BUDDY, WTF? YOU DON'T KNOW ME, OKAY? FINITO.

And once you read this, whether you do or not I couldn't really care less right now, although I'll prolly regret this later, please don't come to me and start saying shit about this post. I'm just frustrated right now and just, yeah.

xx.
geo.

∞ Basketball is a fcking piece of SHIT

Wednesday, June 11, 2008

WHY?!! Why the fuck didn’t it rain TODAY OF ALL DAYS?

OK, I’m not even gna try and even control my swearing, cos I’m fcking pissed right now, and if you choose to read the following paragraphs, you’re in for a very pissed blog.

Today is Wednesday. And on Wednesday, it’s sport. And since I’m doing basketball, I fcking hate Wednesday so, so, so much. And now I realize, it’s not just because of asdjkhsdjkfhsivadasdjkdf that I hate that shit so much, (though she contributes to most of it) it’s the sport itself that pisses the shit outtta me.

So while asdidfiogsivadsdfjkhjkg is fcking enjoying her lunch, getting some other teacher to “look after” us for her, we were running around, throwing a deflated, orange ball with NO GRIP on it around, while some bitch on the side goes “GREAT TECHNIQUE YOU GUYS! THAT’S GREAT PASSING!” and try to “encourage” us to try harder.

And now I think I jarred my fcking thumb. Killed it. Whatever. I don’t know what’s wrong with it, but whenever I try to bend it, it hurts like shit. Wtf, how was I to know how shit basketball was when I signed up for it ==”

And since I’m fcking pissed atm, I’m just go ahead and bitch about another bitch.

That bitch in my textiles class (and various other classes in which I am not liable to mention for fear of getting caught), is fcking pissing me off, fcking driving me insane, and I need somewhere to release this anger. Please bear with me for a few more paragraphs.

You can’t have everything your way all the time. No, it’s called compromise. So when you don’t get something the way you want it to be, face the facts. For example. On Friday you acted like a bitch (as usual). Just because the rest of us want to do things another way, and you want to do things the other, you do not need to be a bitch and put on that pissed look on your face and use silent treatment against us. Well, actually, you know, it’s actually better if you don’t open your big mouth anyways; maybe you should think of using silent treatment more. That way, it’ll benefit the rest of the world, and probably make you feel a bit better about your hopeless, useless life as you’re probably thinking everyone’s feeling guilty about pissing you off- which of course, they’re not.

And your attitude pisses me off sometimes. Actually, scrap that thought; you piss me off all the time. The way you think everyone is in love with you, the way you think you’re so hot and everything while you’re an un-proportioned, lanky, and just a fcking ugly bitch. So get over your ugly face, and your ugly hair, and your ugly glasses, and try not to piss off others so much okay? It’ll benefit others, and it’ll benefit you- at least I hope it will.

Ok. That felt much better. Yes, it’s over, I’m gna now write about what happened today =D

Well the day started off with me and Pat having a heated argument on whether God really exist or not. It was a very long argument =D and took the whole bus trip, and kinda involved Pat tryna convert me to Christianity while I argued the fact that God DOES NOT EXIST, and trying to convince Pat that GOD DOES NOT EXIST.

And, sorry to all those Christians out there reading this blog, yes, you’re probably thinking what a fcking bitch I am, but it’s not my fault that I don’t believe what you believe- and hey, it’s a free country, and I’m able to say anything I want. So there.

Whoever can persuade me that God DOES exist, I promise you I’ll convert to Christianity and go to church everyday like a good Christian girl should. =D

What an angry post D=
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tmy.

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Friday, June 6, 2008

Psht. All this leadership talk must be getting to my head.

First of all, as you all know some of us went to the LEadership Conference 08 at Parramatta Town hall, which appeared to be as large as my bedroom. So, over 8 schools crammed in and for the first half an hour or so we were forced to "socialize" with the rest of the schools. Who were evidently trying to dig up subjects to talk about, due to the fact that 99% of us asians were doing most of the nodding-in-agreement-while-smiling side of things. Omfg. Being forced to be brave is not fun =. Like, trying to make us socially braver and all that is tres nice of the instructor, but what if we DON'T want to be people people? I mean, I'm DEFINITELY not one of those super super people people. I mean yes it is good to know how to socialize with strangers but no you don't have to ALWAYS be part of a crowd.

And all that stuff about "bla bla now I know what my goal in life is seize the opportunity: you CAN MAKE A DIFFERENCE! Oh allah, take chances and HELP OTHERS REALIZE THIS. Now. Do as I say. put your left arm around your right ear. Now pinch your nose with the right. No swap. OK stop. Put your fingers in the air. HARRRHHHH! YOU ALL PUT YOUR THUMBS UP! YOU KNOW WHY? Because I DID! Now what's the catch phrase of this lesson? YES ANYONE? VOILA: "ACTIONS ARE LOUDER THAN WORDS! " When you go back to school the next day, I want to see you BEGIN THIS JOURNEY. "

etcetc. let's be sophisticated for one moment please. People who live like the above should really consider taking a chill pill. OK, that was harsh. Maybe they take pride and find joy in doing what they do. But I bet you, when they were kids at school they were loners and didn't care what others thought of them. But honestly, does everybody here love try-harding, pickups rubbish at lunchtimes, teachers pets, gives their movie tickets to others type of people? ==. What happened to Jo's lecture about doing everything you can do as a kid because you only have those few years of a lfietime to be able to do so?

Hmmmmmmmmmmm. Talking about this stuff is so wierd. It's making me depressed D=. Seems a bit dodgy that we were all born to "MAKE a DIFFERNECE" ain't it? o.o''

Sometimes I wish life wasn't so complicated so we wouldn't have to suffer the many adversities that we do, or have such a high chance of being lead into depression. Sometimes I wish I was another animal. WTF O.O''''' I think I'm hallucinating. Better get some sleep. Seriously, I went to sleep at six and got up at 8 for dinner feeling sick and stoned, because I had previously consumed 2 tim tams, a whole lebanese bread wrap, a bowl of vanilla yoghurt, a yakult lactobactillus drink, and I bought 2 dohnuts from epping bakery before that X__X before sleeping. Actually, I wake up every evening feeling like that. I should probably start getting a life and sleeping early and everynight so that I don't become nocturnal. I don't even do anything these days, except sing and listen to music and reading hp 7 at like, 10 pages per day coz i keep falling asleep in between.

Just rambling on, never mind me.

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∞ let us be nice together.

Wednesday, June 4, 2008

*edit: my brother is an annoyingly retarded bastard who deserves to die. in the worst possible manner. apsht i bet he was just faking it so he could get a lift in the ambulance == and now im stuck with him at home today cos he said he felt "sick". sif. hes like, outside playing with the deflated soccerball and being a retard as normal.

==" he doesn't deserve me being nice to him

*edit finish.

I should really be nicer to my bro.

Today, he went on an excursion with his school, and on the way back, there was a car crash D=

And out of the 40 people on the bus, he was one of the two to get hurt D= and he was hurt bad.

Therefore, I’m gna be real nice to him this week. Possibly longer, if I can last it >_>

Ok so I’m over-exaggerating. He DID go to the hospital, and he DID get involved in a car crash, but no, there was no blood. D= and i didn't cry. Nevertheless, I am going to try my hardest to be nice to him =D

And on the topic of my bro; my bro can be so, so, so embarrassing sometimes ><”

We were watching one of those boring china dramas which were like, set in pre-war era, and all the rich bastards are wearing suits and all the poor people are wearing traditional Chinese costume thingos, cos my mum rented them on dvd cos the damn shopkeeper said that it was “very interesting and emotional.”

Well anyways, my bro came out of his room and started watching it cos there was some “fighting” going on (he loves imitating those retards on TV) and then the evil guy was like, holding this other guy and his wife as hostage, so he could get info or something. And then cos evil guy couldn’t get him to give him the info, he got one of his “buddies” to rape the guys wife.

AND THEN my bro started being an idiot ==

Like, while one of the evil guy’s buddy was raping that guys wife, the camera was like, only focused on the eyes. And then my bro goes…

“mum, what are they doing to her?”

and naturally my parents didn’t reply.

And then the guy on tv said something along the lines of “how could they rape my wife?” or something in chinese, and thenn my stupid brother just had to go…

“What’s rape?”

-Awkward silence-

And I’m just sitting there thinking “GEEZ SHUT UP ALREADY!”

roflmao ==” that stupid kid. Woops. I have to be nice. ><"

Well today was a piece of shit. It was raining for practically the whole day, and me, bob, pat and derfielidee were in the music room having fun with the piano and guitars =D And then, theses yr 11ners were in there too, and practicing whatever they were doing, and omg they were so pro. Made us sound like mediocre amateurs. Which we are; excluding the mediocre bit.

Actually, I take that back. It should rain every Wednesday for the rest of the term. And next term. So basketball can get cancelled and mrs asdjkhdfkgjh and her unco basketball skills can go die.

Shit its like:

Me: so what’s a lay up in basketball?
Asddfgljkh: A layup? Here, let me show you *gets basketball*
Me: …
Asdfjkhf: -tries to do a layup and fails- haha, I haven’t been in practice lately –smiles encouragingly-
Me: right…
Asjdfkhf: -tries again and fails; repeats like, 5 times until she gets it in. via luck ==-

My God, what an unco person. I still remember her during table tennis ==”

-Someone serves ball; she misses hardcore- goddamn give up already.

So I hope it rains every Wednesday. Better yet, rain Tuesday AND Wednesday, so there’s no “basketball training” on Tuesday =D Apsht, I remember netball people lmao >_>

Lmao was watching “the golden compass” during basketball today. Mygod, what a shit movie. Far out, the chiqque doesn’t know how to act and Nicole Kidman in there pisses me off, for some reason. But I want a demon. =D lets see… I want, a demon in the form of a… a… idno. But something cute. And small, and something warm. And something interesting so I can talk to it when I’m bored. And my demon won’t be bitchy, two-faced, etc. so no mean girls. Hey I like that idea. Lmao awesome!

XD I’m getting carried away again.

You’ll always be my thunder,
So bring on the rain,
And bring on the thunder
- thunder; boys like girls <3

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Monday, June 2, 2008

PAT’S TOP TEN TIPS WHEN GOING CAMPING!
(to ensure maximum fun and minimum unexpected catastrophes!)

1. Bring a giant wheelie bag packed full of jumpers, beanies, socks, sunscreen, aeroguard, shirts, pants, shoes, hair brushes, garbage bags (orange or blue, NOT BLACK! ^^) and most importantly, THERMAL UNDERWEAR! xD

2. When the roll call bell rings, you, being the energetic, strong and persevering young people you are, should…DUMP YOUR BAGS AND RUN TO ROLL CALL!!

3. When on the bus, to pass the time, play interesting games including take-turns-finding-objects-outside-the-bus-starting-with-the-letters-in-the-alphabet. Or for those who cannot recite the alphabet, you can always play the make-up-a-stupid-story-by-taking-turns-saying-one-word-at-a-time game. If however, you lack the skills to spell AND create compound sentences, then I’m sorry, I can not help you.

4. Upon arrival, after the briefing from the instructors, ENSURE YOU USE THE FLUSHABLE TOILETS BEFORE HEADING TO YOUR CAMPSITE. Trust me. After seeing the ever growi- wait. A warning for the easily sickened, please skip the rest of this paragraph and move onto the next as descriptions may be disturbing. xP –ever growing mound of uhh…human waste piling up nearing the toilet seat and the tiny black insects stuck to the back of the toilet seat, you will not think of relieving yourself after eating as a “normal everyday thing”. Trust me.

5. When crawling through a tiny hole underground and being tricked into thinking there are “dead ends”, wear long sleeves and long pants. Unless you are the type to like bruised elbows and scratched knees that hurt when you shower, if you get the chance to shower.

6. If you decide to feed alpacas and horses and donkeys in a paddock…BEWARE OF COWS. And preferably, do not scream too loud when unexpectedly a giant head pokes out of the fence and MOOOOOOOOS at you to prevent falling on a cow pat and several damaged ear drums.

7. Whilst searching on the ground for kindling for the fire, in the time of pitched darkness we call “night”, always bring a torch. The consequences are horrifying and may including accidentally sticking your hand into cow manure that is scattered around the campsite.

8. When playing hide and seek in the bush, do not be fooled into simply crouching down in the middle of the bush with barely any surrounding shrubbery just because you are wearing camouflage gear. There is a slight chance, just a SLIGHT chance, you may be “in” next round.

9. If your instructor asks you to wash up one night, choose the station as far away from any guy who has the skills to twirl sharp knives around his fingers if you so happen to have been using knives that day that need washing up. If you get what I mean.

10. Have a good time with your buddies, try not to forget deodorant, use the campsite toilets as little as you can (and if you really have to go at night, take 5 of your friends along for…mental support?) and create great memories. =D