I must be the most un-co, accident prone person ever. =_____=

Just recently, I have:

1. Cut up my knee with the rings on a 2kg folder. =_____= Is there a major vein there or what? I dropped the folder on my knee and just got a few scratches which i thought were fine, seeing that I'd had worse happen to me. The next second, it was bleeding like crazy like Nishant's arm when we were dissecting the hearts in Year 8. =/ Okay, maybe not that much but you get the idea..

2. Tripped over that random cement and metal bin holder lying random in the middle of the footpath from assembly. =____= (Lol, Tom and Pat xD ) I don't know why they have such potentially dangerous objects just lying there in the middle of a path where little innocent people like me could just trip over it.

3. Tripped on the stairs LOTS AND LOTS OF TIMES. =____=

4. BURNT MY HAND WITH LASAGNE. WTF?!?!?! I know, HOW STUPID CAN I GET?!?! =___= I reheated the lasagne in the microwave and I thought it would be fine to take out but then it slipped WHOOSH from my hand and all the cheese and stuff landed on my hand and I had to put an icepack on for like, 2 days and I couldn't sleep at night because of the stinging. =(( Because I had the icepack on like a good, responsible girl, it didn't swell BUT. I realised that there was another place on my hand that was burnt too and it was fully swollen up and red. And now I have an ugly un-Harry-Potter-like scar. =_______=

5. BURNT MY ARM IN THE OVEN?!?! WTF?!?! And they were like, 2nd degree burns too. I was getting garlic bread out of the oven and it was all the way at the back of the oven and the hand glove thing only went up to my wrist. I was reaching out......reaching out....... and i freakin burnt my arm. =___= I only ran my arm under water for like, 2 minutes cause it didn't hurt or anything (maybe my nerves were burnt off == ) and the next day, it was this gross open sore and then it grew this disgusting scab because my blood clotting and then it became an open sore again and then.. You get the idea.

6. Slipped on a non-slip mat yesterday.

7. Slipped on the same non-slip mat today. =______= I bet we got that mat at some cheap Asian place.

Seriously, my legs are like, permanently bruised from all my tripped/slipping/bumping into things. Whenever the old bruises start to fade, I conveniently happen to bump/trip/slip and get fresh new purple ones. TT My mummy says that I look ugly. =(

If I were a haemophiliac, I would have been dead a LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONG LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONG time ago.

No wonder I'm not good at sport.

--
unco Fred

“Is it love again?” said Voldemort, his snake’s face jeering, “Dumbledore’s favourite solution, love, which he claimed conquered death, though love did not stop him falling from the Tower and breaking like an old waxwork? Love, which did not prevent me stamping out your Mudblood mother like a cockroach, Potter- and nobody seems to love you enough to run forwards this time, and take my curse. So what will stop you dying now when I strike?

- Lord Voldemort, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows pg 592

Lol, I was just tryna find some “inspiration” for my stupid English “major work” story in Potter & the Deathly Hallows, and I came across this quote. Dno why, but I like that quote a lot. Voldemort is awesomeee =D

Voldemort > Potter

Haha wtf.

So, ignoring that random beginning, I have finally decided to blog in like, 3 weeks of no blogging. It’s not that I don’t want to blog, it’s because I simple can’t be bothered to blog; and I wasn’t gna blog today, but then the lack of blogging that’s happening on SG blog is starting to bug me so like… yea.

I think I’m still in holiday mode =[

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short post =[
I'm mind-blanked. There are so many ways in which I can begin this post. I could start recounting the daily life I'm enduring day by day, or I could start b itching about some people who I feel like punching every time I see their face. Or I could get my act together and attempt to battle the screaming infidelities and tell myself that I could picture myself clearly in their shoes and defend them. Because for some reason I am scared to think what I want to think sometimes because for some reason I've become paranoid that life will backstab me whenever I think or do anyone any harm. Sounds silly, doesn't it?


I still remember in Year 7 when everyone was either a bloody slack fcktard or trying to act like one so that they'd be accepted, even if they thought that he/she was actually hawt. JUST KIDDING XDD. Anyway, here we were wonderfully b itching about sombody in our class who was less fortunate than others due to a life-threatening adversity when he/she was only a baby. Then, deciding to let go for once and play along with these incredibly slack people, I began to stand up from my chair and noticed that I was stuck to it on the count of a piece of gum stuck to my rear end. Wonderful, not? And even after minutes of trying to prise it off with my bare fingers whilst trying not to be noticed by my peers, I remember that there was this white splodge of stuff stuck to the back of my skirt for the rest of the day. I think it was there that I started to think that life backstabs.


Then there was that other time in year 7 when I went into the plant box outside E block to collect samples of leaves for a science experiment, and just as I bent over a magpie or whatever decided to launch a pile of crapp onto my neck from God Knows Where. Anyway, that's besides the point.



On Thursday I decided to go to Catholic scripture with Anna for once, and since the scripture teacher wasn't there, we watched a DVD of Rowan Atkinson and his extrememly religiously offensive skits, which was certainly ironic considering that we were in a scripture class. ROFL! IT WAS SO FUNNY THOUGH LMFAOO. Presenting: "Welcome To Hell". Watch it if you're bored, it's worth it xD. LOOOOOOL, "murderers...? Come and sit in this corner... Robbers over here... lawyers come and join them. Where are the FRENCH?? You can come over here and sit with the Germans. Atheists over heree.... and Christians.? I'm afraid the Jews were right."

roflmaoooo!!

"Right now any questions? Sorry what was that? We don't have a toilet... if you had read your bible, it would have said 'damnation without relief'... "

Apparantly some pro bball pplayer went to Prolestant scripture or something and Daniel got to battle him or something D= aish oh well.

That's all for now. I'm bored shtless and will return to reading the super obsessive Eclipse.

--jer.

p.s. Sometimes particular people make me feel like punching them accompanied by a long string of swearwords all of which, fittingly descriptive. In addition,to/that/ person who's revolting schemes of self-pity (which I am luckily not the victim of) are less than pleasant, you are not an exception.

Well, on the weekend I went with my brother and mum to World Youth Day!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm still recovering from the excitement!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I got up early on Saturday morning when it the sun was hardly up and the temperature was in the single digits filled with excitement and put on my dodgy, stuffed-with-so-much-stuff-that-the-seams-were-about-to-break WYD bag, pass, scarf and eye-blindingly bright beanie.

Putting tattoos on in the bathroom.

Finally we started walking and OMFGSH SO MANY PEOPLE!!!! There were people from all these different countries waving flags, playing guitar, singing and the whole atmosphere was really..... light-hearted? (I have a limited vocabulary) A group of people would just start singing and chanting and then the people around them would start joining in and.. I dunno. It just felt like everyone was.. unified? and all these people had come from all around the world because of their faith and..

After the 10km hike, we got to the racecourse finally and set up our sleeping bags and stuff and then the evening vigil started. We were like, 500 metres from the stage/altar so we couldn't see the Pope. =( But luckily we were pretty close to a big screen. I feel sorry for the people all the way at the back who are, like, 500 metres from any screen and can't see anything. When it got darker, we got candles and it looked really really pretty when the camera took shots of the whole racecourse and it was specks of light from thousands and thousands of candles. =) It was really... enlightening and I think everyone's faith has been strengthened heaps. We were kneeling for so long that my legs were starting to get tired and my mum was like, "The Pope's 80-something and he can still stand it." But overall, inspirational.

Now let me tell you about the food.. xD Below are the 3 meals we got:It was like we were on army rations or something man. My brother who eats a lot was complaining.

Me eating dinner. I look disgusted. xD

Early in the morning.

ROFLMAO. xDDDD

The next morning was the final Mass and there were EVEN MORE people than the day before. =OO I still can't get over the number of people!! But luckily, the toilets had been fixed and were flushing. =) The Mass was really ceremonial and.. This is when my bad writing skills are getting in the way. If only I could describe to everyone the whole atmosphere.. And Guy Sebastian sang the theme song which is "Receive the Power - Guy Sebastian" I think this song really shows the feelings behind this whole event and whenever I hear it, it makes me think of WYD =)

After the Final Mass, we had lunch and then a loooong journey back home. What a tiring 2 days. But it was well worth it. I read in the papers that these Chinese people who are part of the underground Catholic group in China used tourist visas to secretly come to World Youth Day. Because China doesn't approve of the Pope and Vatican so the government elects the bishops and stuff. Which is really stupid. They risk their whole lifestyle and livelihood just to come for this event, so everyone pray for them. =)

God bless,

Fred.

On Tuesday it was SG OUTING DAY! We went to Towers to watch.. GET SMART. =D

Since Towers is within reasonable walking distance from my crib, on 15th July 2008 at 11:01am, I began my long awaited journey towards the infamous Towers of Castle Hill. Yes, walking with ENERGY AND LIFE for 30 mins is certainly very amusing, as the sun shoots its vibrant UV rays at my skin like lasers while I glance anxiously at the distance left ahead and calculates with my pro mathematical skills the rate at which the black spot on my arm is steadily enlarging. INDIRECT VARIATIONS!

Distance left to walk = The size of spot/ K.


*nods knowingly*

Anywho. Then I met up with Tom and together we headed towards newsagency as I needed to check the results for .. MY FOUR LOTTO TICKETS! =D And I was so excited cos I thought I might win yknow? But then nooooooooooo me being 15 is not good enough for their "18yr old and over only" restrictions.

Hmph. I'll just claim my ehh.. WINNINGS.. another day and flame at them on Today Tonight once I hit jackpot. >_>

So slowly we made our way to - as Tom used to say - SHHHHHHHHHHHHHmiggle! *shudder*

Keke I was gonna get a folder as my current one is in the state of despair and also because a certain sign caught my eye..

BUY ONE FOLDER, GET ONE FREE.


But then unfortunately the folders did not have a front sleeve thing so then.. no avail. =( But me and Tom did purchase a white lanyard each. Good buy.


Then, met up with Jerry, Fred and Bob outside the cinema and bought our tickets, which we INITIALLY thought were 5 dollars (which is kinda the reason we chose to go on Tuesday as it's half price) but then NOOOOOOOO IT WAS 9 BUCKS EACH. WTF? So then there we were, left all flabbergasted at the large amounts of money which we are forced to conjure out of thin air. I didn't know inflation had such an impact on movie ticket pricings.


So then after that TRES traumatising ticket purchase, we went the food court for lunch as we do not want to suffer symptoms of anorexia 45mins into the film. So then it all came down to ..


McDONALDS

vs ..











HOKKA HOKKA!!!!!!!!!!!!!


Well, I also suggested the great value $3 curry bread but that idea was rejected. =( So in the end, cheap, fatty, fast food dominates all, and we all made our way into the busy lines of Mackers.







At that moment, I felt like a Happy Meal.

Yes, A HAPPY MEAL :)

But it's a rip if I don't get a toy, so I wondered whether I could kill the toy and get a free icekreme or something.. =D So then dragging Fred with me..

McLady at McCounter: hi what would you like?
Fred and George: >_> EHH .. can we have the happy meal without the toy?
McLady at McCounter: *looks at us weirdly* um yeah.
Fred and George: *ecstatic*
George: But then, is it still the same price?
McLady at McCounter: *irritable look* yes.
Fred and George: >_> <__

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lol ><"" And then everyone else got a McChicken Meal so our table was like 5 chicken burgers with 5 cokes and 5 fries LOL. Yes, I've just watched Jamie Oliver and is deeply aware of the amount of fat and oil and salt and sugar that is contained in my food. ==


haha. maccas =]

And then PAT CAME!! =D With her pretty flats courtesy of Jerry and bag courtesy of yours truly. <3>

SEXYMOVIETIME! The movie was really funny, a great contrast to the usually hopeless movies which infiltrates our theatres these days. And we saw Simon! Hahah he was in the row infront of us with his bright colourful hair.

We just bummed around after, and eventually everyone left besides me and Bob, and I decided to drag her to Moonpies and Misfits . I always get freaked when emos smoke outside that shop. =\

We end up buying checkered shoelaces - 2 for 5 buxx! <3>

And that concludes our SG adventure of the day.

xx.

George.

∞

Sunday, July 13, 2008

Well, yesterday was an interesting day. =)

I went to church and then found out there was no Youth Group so I went to help these people withe the presents that we're gonna give to the pilgrims who are staying in the VERY VERY CLEAN hall with NO DUST!! =OOO

Anyway, guess what you presents were? You don't know? Don't know? This plastic Opera House. =__= It was so obvious that they were ordered from some Chinese souveneir shop in the city. =__= And we had to put these piece of paper in this circle. Well, we had all these big boxes to do and so, being the Asians that we are, formed this sweat shop chain. I think this was how cheap Chinese child labour was thought up.

Eventually we got the big boxes all done and I think the pilgrims will be VERY HAPPY with their plastic Opera House stand with a piece of paper on it saying "4COS" (Combined Chinese Catholic Community of Sydney. So long. I never even knew we were called that ==")

Then we went to help the old Chinese ladies sort the food. And there was so much food!! HUGE HUGE boxes of TUNA (haha Tom xD ), baked beans, chocolate!!, cookies, forks, knifes, napkins.... =OO Which made me realise just how big WYD is gonna be. And this is just the stuff for one school out of the hundreds of schools that are hosting. The Chinese ladies kept on shouting at us because we were in the way. =="

"GET OUT OF THE WAY."

"TUNA HERE."

"DAI BENG!!" (Big cookies)

Eventually we got that finished too and then went to Mass. And I saw Adeline!!!!!!!!!!!! =OOOOOOOOOOOO I knew that Adeline-lookalike I saw last week was her. I think she's getting better now, but she's still very polite. =)

There was this very long meeting afterwards for the adults, which as boring.

Well, let me end with some numbers:

People attending previous WYDs

Denver, USA: 500 000

Toronto, Canada: 800 000

Paris, France: 1 200 000

Czestochowa, Poland: 1 600 000

Rome, Italy: 2 000 000

Manila, Phillipines: 4 000 000

"Up to 500 000 people are expected to attend the Final mass delivered by the Pope at Randwick Racecourse and Centennial Park."

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3GUKQOQBf4c

Note: All the little dots are people. =__=

--

Fred.

P.S. No anti-religion comments, please.

∞

I spent the last three days listening to some annoying, measly yr 8 girl talk about her bf and calling him EVERY 5 SECONDS and talking for 5 hours non stop. Which led me to think that the guy had no life, since they talked about such interesting things.

For example, yesterday at 2am
Her: So how's your day?
Him: Oh, I ate a banana today.
Her: I love bananas!
Him: Yeh, me too!

Not to mention that she was using my phone. And I didnt bring my phone charger so she blamed me for it. I'm lacking credit, even though it was meant to last the whole year.

Due to her constant talking about nothing (which reminds me of geo, when the teacher named this kind of condition), I have slept at 4am each night and woken up at 6am by the same noise. I think I'm going to turn into Mr. Nikae, with 4cm bags under my eyes, EXCEPT WORSE. Apparently, what you hear at night when you sleep (IF YOU SLEEP, that is), you tend to remember it more. So when I go back to school and all I talk about is BANANAS, you'll know why.

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Saturday, July 12, 2008

Oh my GAWSH. I feel so sick at the moment. I think we ordered slightly too much fish and chips. And had too much cake. And I'm just about to have dinner, which is even worse.

Anyway,,, who reckons scamming money off younger siblings is fun? I DO!! It's so awesome and you make such large profits. For example, last term my hundred dollar budget was broke, and since nobody in the house had available money except my sister who had a fifty-dollar note, I begged to borrow it off her and pay it back with ten percent interest the next term when my money gets raised from the dead.

Anyway, on Thursday her friends came over to our house, and since they're only 11, an old person has to take them to the park, and our parents were at work, she offered to reduce the amount owing by $10 if I walked them there and played soccer with them ==. (Since I told her that I had SO MUCH WORK and barely had time to watch ABC kids and that 5 dollars wasn't worth it =D).

Then, on Friday we made a cake (although it was mostly me because all she did was put the milk back into the fridge), and I told her that if she wanted some then she had to do the dishes for the mixing bowl and all the vomit-lookalike crap. Then, when she was MEANT to wash them up, she got lazy and then i seized the ooportunity and offered to do the dishes FOR HER in return for owing her $15 dollars less. HAHAHAHA AND SHE AGREED. Because she's lazy =)) I'm such a cheap sister, but oh well. NO WONDER she's so loaded, she doesn't buy any food at all. And when i was licking the icing off the spoon, and asked her if she wanted me to leave her some, she automatically turns on dipshit mode and starts yelling at me about how the icing was 30% butter and 50% sugar.

We haven't had pictures on this blog in ages. So here are some =)

When it was raw it looked so awesome =)

And then it turned brown but it still looked awesome.

And when I took it out KABOOM it was half-burnt and looked like a lop-sided volcano. WTF X__X. Oh well, the inside still tasted good. And the icing covered the scary black stuff.

Ohio, today we went to Gosford with my dog since she's getting fat from not exercising enough. (sorryD=). It took like 2 hours to get there and since my grandma's visiting Australia, there was practically NO SPACE WHATSOEVER in the car! OMFG I was frkn wedged in the middle in the backseat with nowhere to put my legs or my head. Seriously, I'd rather have slept in the boot with my dog. In addition, we had to put up with 2 hours of squeaky asian music because my mum was sick of listening to "SHORTY GOT THEM APPLE BOTTOM JEANS, BOOTS WITH THE FUURRRR" and "I KISSED A GIRL AND I LIKED IT, HOPE MY BOYFRIEND DON'T MIND ITTT" and "ECSTASY, ECSTASY, EEE EEE EEE EEEEE ECSTASYYY" etcetc on the bloody radio these days. (I have to admit, the Kyle and Jacky'o show has turned gay).

Then when we got to the beach Ollie had to POO IN THE SAND and since I was out of plastic bags I dug a hole and dad scooped the s hit into the hole. And I buried it. Quite inconspicuously. In the middle of a beach. And then my sister started chasing her around shouting things at her like: "Don't be a B I T C H!!!" (which was pretty ironic, if you ask me) LOL!

Keke, what an Inspector Rex wannabe. Did I tell you that Inspector Rex is back on SBS?

What the hell, half of the holidays has gone already. Wtf, time passes so damn quickly, and when I look in the mirror I think I can see wrinkles starting to form on my forehead. It's not funny TT.TT I wish we were back in camp and we had no watches and we just got up when we bloody felt like it. =(. And I still have to do stupid history assignment, since next week is all booked up with commitments:

Monday: Work at Essex Street Kindy for community service

Tuesday: GETSMART, CASTLETOWERS! =)

Wednesday: Work at Essex Street Kindy for community service. again ==

Thursday: SOCCERRRRRRR, ILONA"S BIRTHDAYYY

Friday: Bloch, getting demi-pointes fitted with my mum, I think.

I know, Ilona, Yingmon and I are being so cheap, doing nearly all our community service hours in one go instead of over the weeks like we're supposed to. But the lady was so nice, and said she would mark it off as if it we were going there one hour a week.

So yeah. That's just about been my week.

Jerry;

K3

∞

Hello everyone. I am happily doing my textiles scrapbooking thing and contemplating on what cliche name I should call my jewellery brand.

Rainbow of Memories?
Fire Fairy?
Glitter Glam?
Tropical Paradise?!?!

LOL. xD

Maybe I should just use my VD brand name - Sky. Speaking of VD.. I hope Mr Nikae has gotten LOTS AND LOTS of sleep these holidays to cure his humungous eyebags. =) Or maybe his flatmate is still moving out or his boyfriend is breaking up with her or she still has to mark assignments or..

Anyway. It's the start World Youth day in 3 days!! Although I don't know why they called it World Youth Day whe it's actually more than one day. I guess World Youth DayS would sound lame. Like Music NightS. If you see me walking through the Sydney, you can say hi! =) Apparently, we have to walk like, 4 hours to get to Randwick. Pilgrimage of faith ><" Oh well, I'm already prepared for it because of Duke of Ed. I get tired even thinking about it. (Duke of Ed, that is) And we're gonna be staying overnight and sleeping at the racecourse with like, 200 000 people!! Which is more people than the Olympics!!

Overall, the holidays have been dull and uneventful.

--

Fred.

∞

Thursday, July 10, 2008

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Now now, what's installed in the monotonal life of George today?

I went to city again today, with my beloved companions Lucy, Flora and Florence, originated from THE Chinatown school/ asian-infested wonderland called .. B A U- oh wait sorry, erase that. That is what you call " polluting the school's wonderful academic reputation." That is NOT the B__ way. Sorry my bad.

So in the morning I had to wake up in the early hours of the dawn, which I had not known of its existance until today. If the early bird gets the worm, then my worm will be the size of Asia.

So off I go to Flo's house at 8:45am, carrying my precious breakfast along the way which consisted of some bun from Eastwood azn bakeries that are HEAPS CHEAPER THAN BREADTOP. You know Breadtop is such a ripoff? Like you can buy the same bread at normal asian bakeries for like $1 and at Breadtop it's $2. THATS LIKE 100% INCREASE! Fkn asians tryna rip me off. But since taking Commerce class this year I have learnt the smart way of avoiding companies whom are desperate to increase their revenues.

Anywho, arrived at Flo's at 8:45am cos my mom has to go to work, just to find Florence in a state of subconsciousness with her hair like Einstein's latest science experiment. So then while she got ready, I EAT MY YUMMY BREAKFAST and read the newspaper about some 13 yr old girl with her 18 yr old boyfriend. I swear, the teenage culture is corrupted these days. YOU'RE 13. YOU DON'T NEED TO ENGAGE IN CERTAIN INTERCOURSES.

So then Flo and I took the choo choo train into the city.

Dammit it was so cold and windy today. While we were hitch-hiking along George Street (yes, MY street), the wind was like a hurricane with 999.99999km/hr velocity. So there we were, battling the elements and overcoming the adversities that we were faced with..

*presses replay*

- a huge gust of wind blows and we all shiver and squint with our slitty eyes while trying to cross the road -

Flora: omg the wind is blowing!
Me: OH NO SHIET FLORA!

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LMFAO xD

Hm, is there such thing as cashews rehab? Someone enroll me please, before I die of cashews overdose.


xx.
Geo.

∞

Tuesday, July 8, 2008

THE OAKES ROAD “ADVENTURE”
-- Pat Version (in other words the CORRECT version)

So there we were all sitting on the bottom oval after the A’s win. And in the distance I saw a person running at me. Yes, it was Tom. Now I started wondering why she was coming now as she usually waits in front of the TLC. Then she comes up and says, “Let’s go catch the TAFE bus to Epping!” Here is where I should have started THINKING. But no, without thought, I agreed to go along with her seeing as she wasn’t going to go by herself anyway. So we walk along the path out of the TAFE and across the road to the bus stop.

Looking like total lost tourists, we ask just about everyone there which bus goes to Epping. When we find out that we need to change busses at Oakes Road, I rethink this idea but with Tom’s persistent persuasion, I had to give in. So there we went, on 610 to Oakes Road and as we check the time, we’re very early which, apparently, was a good sign. At Oakes Road, we looked out to the long stretch of bus seats with happy faces thinking that we would be at Epping WAY before 36 got there then BOOM.

The realisation that Oakes Road was TOTALLY COMPLETELY EMPTY (except for one eager girl and one getting-frustrated girl next to her) had hit us. We checked the time and we were still very early. About 2:55 I think. And so we trudged up the bus stop and went to the bus timetable post and as my eyes scanned the timetable for the next bus….bus no. 611….pm…. THREE THIRTY TWO?!?!?!?! I simply turned around to Tom, who was still smiling, and glared.

So we sit down on those seats as all these cars rush past us on that deserted Oakes Road bus stop causing cyclone winds blowing at us and frostbite-causing coldness. I sit there trying to do Maths homework while Tom prances around like someone from the Pink Panther eating her egg and sprinkling egg shells everywhere like Hansel and Gretel. But may I remind you, WE CAN’T GET LOST BECAUSE THERE IS NO WHERE TO WALK TO ON A FREEWAY. Yes, we were only minutes away from Epping but NO there is no footpath and you can’t walk along the freeway. By the time the school bus gets here, we would have walked to Epping. And there. Our hopes of getting to Epping WAY earlier than usual are shattered as we hop on board 25 with people thinking we’re random tourists and arrive at Epping LATER than usual.

Moral of this story. Actually there are a few.
1. Once you hear Tom saying the words TAFE and bus in one sentence, run away as fast as you can screaming NO NO NO.
2. Don’t follow Tom when she says she knows how to get home early unless you yourself have checked up the timetable on the internet.
3. DO NOT catch a TAFE bus to Epping in the arvo under any circumstances no matter what your friends tell you.

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Monday, July 7, 2008

HOLIDAYS ARE SO AWESOME <3

Honestly, I've been having 12 hours of sleep every night, I've not touched a single pen/pencil, and I've actually READ A BOOK. First one this whole term. And like, the 2nd book this whole year. (excluding Animal Farm and Taming Of The Shrew).

New Moon is such a c rap book, I'm surprised how everyone goes on about his/her obsession with that "Bloodsucker" - [quote: Jacob Black]. In fact, Edward Cullen and Bella don't deserve eachother. Bella and JACOB BLACK deserve eachother. I bet she's brainwashed or something, I mean, every few seconds of the book Stephanie Meyer and her wild imagination starts ranting on about [QUOTE:] "and I realized that my delusions were more flawed than I'd realized; they'd never done him justice The light reflecting from the pavement of the square gleamed dimly from his skin. I'd never seen anything more beautiful." etcetc. Perfection and all that. Dude, Perfection does not exist. Someone lend me the third one =D. Apparantly it has a very sad ending or something- I wanna read more about Jacob and his abs. HAHAHA =)

Anyway, drawinig on what George said about what her dad said about certain stereotypes, I happened to be watching "Battle of the Choirs" the other night when I had nothing better to do. And guess what? HORNSBY GIRLS CHOIR WAS ON IT XDD. And the camera was fully zooming onto some poor asian with light reflecting off her glasses. Naaaw, I'm so slack, but I'm trying to make a point here, asian parents should really chill out and consider the fact that life isn't ALL about having the widest possible range of opportunities and choices for the income, etcetera. And it's so funny how asians are trying to look like Anglos these days, and vise versa. It's so ironic.

NOTE TO SELF: Don't tell mum or dad jokes in public. I still remember when I was in year 1 or something, and I went running up to my parents with this awesome joke after school.

- "Which animal don't you ever want to play games with?"
- "I don't know"
- "A CHEATAH!!! HAHAHAHA"
- "oooooohhhhhhhh hahaa soow fun-ny... A cheater..?"
- "A cheatah is an animal. You did know that right."
- "ohh.. Really?"
- "=.="

moving on --

Stupid "The Farmer Wants A Wife" is the most ridiculous show I've ever seen. o.o one of the farmers looks like Rhys from So You Think You Can Dance. Ok, how random, but anyway I was wondering if any of them was actually extrememly put off by all of the women and still had to act like he was superly interested/attracted by one of them. Stupid reality TV is so screwed these days.

Sigh. Ms Yeneews is the biggest effing hypocrite I've ever known. She doesn't understand that we have a 5 minute break in between 4th and fifth period, and no doubt, she was the only teacher who failed me in terms of "Punctuality to class" and "Respect in the learning environment" or whatever. And when my parents saw my mark and her comment on my report, which was the VERY FIRST row of all the subjects, they suddenly acted as if their capillaries were malfunctioning, because apparantly, I had previously been a very high achieving English student. And then I had to exaplin to them over and over again that the only times I were late were because of previous subjects and meetings etc, and eventually I had become so paranoid of being late to English that I had resorted to bludging rather than walk in late. Like that time after the rec assembly when we had to stay behind to pack up all the equipment, Bob, Matt and I were too scared of walking in on the Shrew in themiddle of speeches, so we hid in the girl's toilets, since there were too many teachers walking around to be safe. And she was practically DEATH THREATING us about attending school the final week, because of the speeches. And What do you know, half of the days she's AWAY SICK. WTF.

Anyway, I have to go and make instant noodles for lunch.

<3.

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Saturday, July 5, 2008

So, right. School's out for 2 weeks. ;)

YESSS.. No more worrying about schoolwork, school exams, people at school and their weird atitudes, shetty teachers which particularly involves this lady in the mathematics department with pants pulled up HIGHIGHHIGH - I'm surprised you can still breathe and I'm sure your fashion statements are going to become worldwide trends, just hopefully not in my lifetime.. =S But YAYY WE HAVE DENNEHY BACK NEXT TERM =D.

Freaking hell it's like term 2 gone. Looking back, this term has been .. hectik? in a not-so-good kinda way. Everything is so fkn fast-paced now, and everything seems to be going towards work and the need to succeed. But so what sometimes. Who cares if you're the top 1 percent in the school, aceing every bloody exam that comes in your way. You still end up a skinny twig with Harry Potter glasses, arched back, a stonned look and a walking pace of 0.00000000001km/hr.

So then when you're 21, single and desperately looking for a job, NO ONE WILL HIRE YOU because you take one look at that person and you know that they're not clever, only nerdy.

Yeah I know I'm being judgemental, but I cannot seriously tell me that, if you're a director of a big company ( Hi, I'm Betty, director of Magma Clothing Industires and I'm here to promote my own label .. - extract from stupid VD speech == ) you will employ workers like that.

So then, all the hours spent on tutoring and additional homework, studying for yearlies in the month of June and countless hours mastering the skill of calculator texting is wasted, and in the end does not guarantee success at all. So just because you sit at the front two rows at Recognition, does not make you any more lively than the back two rows.

Mm.. jst something to think about .. inspired by the convo with my dad after Rec Assembly. (not exact quotes as some part of the convo are in chinese)

Dad: Hahahahhah I saw _______ getting an award today.
Me: *snorts* lol right I see..
Dad: LOL as soon as he walked onto the stage I started cracking up like hell. The glasses and the way he walks HAHAHAHHA you take one look at him and you know he's a ___ nerd.
Me: HAHAHAHHAH I KNOW AY I STARTED LAUGHING TOO.
Dad: haha omg I swear Betty, don't become like that kind of person..that looks like the only thing you know how to do is to read books. Looks so stonned and like he's never played a sport in his life.. so sad so sad.

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Dad: were the seats ordered for Rec?
Me: mm yeah, first two rows are award people..
Dad: lol no wonder.. the people sitting with you seemed really .. =\
Me: lol silent? non talkative?
Dad: yeah the back rows seemed more lively and enthusiastic.. sometimes it's hard you know, you want to be a bit of both.. I think it's important to find the balance between both sides.

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Oh and regarding the Rec performance - I'm glad we did it. Yeah sure, you can go and say it was shyt, say we were out of tune, say 'wtf' throughout the entire thing, but it was fun and I truly felt happy when I was up there yknow? And it's weird cos I really dnt get amused easily these days and school is starting to wear me out .. both physically and emotionally sometimes. For like the past two weeks the first thing people would say to me is "Betty you look tired.. " >< Maybe this is exactly what I need..

My Beautiful Rescue..

xx.
geo.

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Friday, July 4, 2008

Sometimes we’re restricted to doing many things because we just simply care too much what other people think. And I have to admit, I stop myself from doing certain things because I’m scared what others are gna think of me. But I’ve been thinking for the past few days, why give a shit what anyone thinks about you? Humans, are, in my opinion, bound by imaginary restrictions given by others. I suppose its natural human instincts, to judge what you see based on looks, intelligence level etc. So, why give a fcking damn what others think about you? Fck those retards. Live your own life for yourself, not just for others. Sounds clichéd, but yea. Surprisingly, no one actually listens.

The world is a corrupted place. Think about it.

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Wednesday, July 2, 2008

You know what,

My sister is a fcking little dipshit who only EVER FCKING WANTS TO BRING ME DOWN.

It’s like she dreams to be ms. Universe. Or something similarly disgusting.

Like say for example her eating situation. And no, im not saying that she has anorexia but I SWEAR if she pretends she’s “not hungry” any longer she will be. And like, she thinks her legs are fat when they’re like, 5 cm diametered. Like after school when normal people eat stuff because they’re hungry. I’m like to her:

“hey do you want instant noodles? Im making some now”

Her- “no”

Me- “why not?”

Her- “not hungry”

Me- “WHAAT? You didn’t eat anything today wtf. Just because you’re on a diet.”

Her- “I’M NOT ON A DIET. AND ANYWAY… LYNETTE… what’s WRONG with wanting to stay HEALTHY? HUH?????”

Wtf. As if she’s challenging me to admit that for some reason I want to make her unhealthier than me. And she’s so up herself. Like I know everybody says she looks like me except her eyes are “so much bekkaah and her eyelashes are soooww long and she soooo intelligent… see she look like yuu but yuu know…” – [quote- Ms gnow]

And like, there’s nothing wrong with that, but it’s the fact that she KNOWS IT and THINKS IT that pisses me off. Like all the time when she does soemthign to piss me off and I go like

Me- “WHAT’S YOU PROBLEM???”
HER- “YOUR FACE”
Me- “EEW STOP SQUINTING YOUR EYES SEDUCTIVELY”
HER- “YOU’RE JUST JEALOUS BECAUSE MY EYELASHES ARE SO LONG”
ME- “WTF… stop being so un-modest"
Her- “yeah well I’m proud of my eyelashes. OMFG look at that pic of me on the wall. I’m so proud of it. It’s so pretty!!!!!”

… =.=’’. and she will do absolutely everything to bring me down. And that involves BREATHING INTO MY FACE when she has a fever, because it is a general fact between us that if she is down, she would drag me down as well. She even admitted that to me once. Which is not good considering that I have to do my speech on Friday, and I do plan to BE THERE. And everytime I have social commitments she always tries to constrict me, and when SHE has social commitments shes always challenging me about what’s wrong with HER meeting up with people. Like a party, for example. She goes: “WHAATT?? A PARTY???? Where are you going? Who’s going to be there?” and when I tell her that im catching a train to meet up she goes “why don’t you just get mum to drop you off?? HUH??? What are you planning to do ALONE?? I bet there are going to be guys there and you don’t want mum to…..”

Etc. And she didn’t want me to go dance with Rhiannon either. And when I asked her why not she claims that 20 dollars is too expensive. Like wthell. She’s so hypocritical that it’s disgusting. She plagerises from my designs and claims that it’s original because “nahh I do it different this line’s way thicker” or something lame like that, and that “I created that design before you… at school”. And when I call her an areshole my dad happens to be listening and goes THERE’S NOTHING WRONG WITH COPYING. Wtf.

Today I fell over 3 times during soccer, and one of them was slf-stacked, but the other two I almost tliterally flew into the air backwards and landed on my back. And the first time I thought her abs squished and broke my wrist. Seriously, it hurt so fuckign much and now you can’t bend it forward much. OHHH AND I THINK… someone was hitting on eric today !! xDDDDD HAHAHAHAH LMAOOOO!! Like, we were watching the guys match right, and Eric and Thomas where just juggling the bal on the sidelines, and then BOOM and this leb chick comes running up and *AHEM* “tackles” the ball from them. Then she yells something continuously and rambunctiously, like FULLY attention-seekingly “OHHH YEAH YES WHO’VE I GOT WHO I’VE GOT WOHOOO *attempts to dodge non-mobile Eric* LET’S SEE HOW MANY TIMES I CAN JUGGLE WOHHOOOOO YESSS 7! 1, 2, 3, 4 5.... OH NO...”

And the baulkoers are just like sideglancing at her, and Eric was just looking around condusedly. HAHAHA X).

And THEN, someone on the field kicks the ball out the sidelines accidentally, and it just happened to swipe one of the gwood chicks who were all suddenly flocked around the Eric/Thomas area. And then after a 5 second delayed reaction, that same chick suddenly realizes that she has to make a scene out of herself yet again, and yells “AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!! OI YOU HAVEN’T APOLOGISED YET. YOU HIT ME!!! “

Tom: “oh how unfortunate…”

AAAAWWW what a shame their bus arrived. =((

Honestly, I sympathise with her. because she embarrassed herself so much and she doesn't realize it.

∞ YEAAA !

TOMS VERSION OF THE “TOM AND PAT ADVENTURE NUMBER 1 OF 1”

Ok so theres a tom version, and theres gna be a pat version- if she decides to blog about it.

Well today, after school finished, Pat and I decided to take a bus to Epping from the TAFE so that we could get there earlier. And um, get easyway =]

When we got there, people said that there was no bus to Epping, but we could “catch the 610 to Oakes Road and then catch the 611 to Epping. So we decided to do that; and being the chicken Pat is, I had to be the one responsible for asking everyone and making sure that “we were on the right bus” or else I would have to [quote pat] “explain to my [pat’s] parents and shout me a large coconut milk tea from easyway.”

NB: All quotes are real and said at the time WORD FOR WORD. Well, some of it is anyways.

So we caught 610 to Parra with PAT next to me going [quote] “if we catch the wrong bus im gna blame you Tom!” for practically the whole bus ride until we got off at Oakes Road.

And then….

Pat checked the bus timetable and we found out there was not a bus to Epping for another 45 mins ==”

And then pat glared at me =[

Guess I should’ve checked the bus times on the Internet then ><””

So we were stranded at Oakes road for half an hour until 2577 came and took us to Epping. And pat didn’t wna catch it because she was scared that everyone was gna laugh at us cos we were stranded. XD. We got on anyways cos she wanted to get home early.

It was very windy at Oakes Road. And I finally found out what was underneath that subway thingo kind of thing =]

TOM AND PAT ADVENTURE NUMBER 1 OF 1: SUCCESSFUL =]
TOM IS THE HERO; PAT IS THE SIDEKICK.
-puts thumb up-
YEAAAA!

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OH BTW! WE WON OUR BASKETBALL GAME FOR THE FIRST TIME! Haha, I don’t think the other school knew how to play bball. They couldn’t shoot so they were just throwing balls at the basket randomly. =]
HA THEY SUCK!

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=]

∞ asdjkhdfg

Tuesday, July 1, 2008

Ok so before I begin, I shall now put up the lyrics of celiasamyu’s beautiful song, sung to the tune of “Twinkle twinkle little star”

fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you
fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you
fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you
fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you
fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you

It sums up what I feel right now. Yes, I’m pissed, and disappointed; not to mention the hundreds of other emotions im feeling right now.

What a disappointing day today. So today, was our beloved yr 9 recognition assembly. Aka, SG performing thunder on stage. Yea, you can say how crap it is, and whatever shit, but that’s not gna stop me from raging at nothing in particular. Oh, especially that bitch with the moustache and the adjoining eyebrows. I’m so sorry we weren’t good enough for you. Why don’t you go up and give us a demonstration of real performing should be, huh, instead of just “wtf-ing” down there.

I’m making a big fuss over nothing right? Well fcku if you think I’m a fcking slack bitch who should get singing lessons. I don’t care what you think of me, cos I can’t please everyone; and I have no intention to.

Wtf what am I saying.

And I also got my report back. Wtf at geo mark. Wtf. I got like 3 percent under average and you fail me? Bitch. Other people in other classes got heaps under average and they still got higher then me. Bitch. Go get your brain and eyes checked.

OK that ends my ranting on and complaining. Now I shall recount the good part of rec.

So this morning, I woke up super early and walked to the train station super early so as to make sure I don’t miss my stupid train. And I caught the 610 with Jerry, just for stupid rec; cos normally I hate catching the 610 for no particular reason. When we got to school, everything was set up in the hall (drums, guitars, amps etc) courtesy of George, Bob, Pat and Derfie; so started practicing until rec started.

AND THEN WHEN IT WAS OUR TURN TO GO UP…

I couldn’t even hear myself sing; and I couldn’t George sing. So we were just singing the words without hearing them (thus probably exclaims the “out of tune-ness”). The bass was on too loud and I know that the amp that the bass was plugged in was on really really soft; so I bet it was those retarded sound system people who turned the bass up ==” and since my microphone was plugged into the speaker on the parent’s side, and George was plugged into the speaker on the student section, no one could hear me sing. Except the parents ==”

But nevertheless, I don’t think we did TOO bad. And hey, it’s our first time. Cut us a little slack. We’ll improve next time =]

Haha, I feel like crying ;_;