Time is Running Out

Enough said.

Until next time.
xx

Sail away

Muse concert was amazing. An awesome experience and an adventure in it's own form. Since the pictures are on my phone and the software for my phone has disappeared, it'll be a while until I can put up the pictures I took. Christmas season is coming up, so tis the season to be jolly people. I wish my parents would get that message though, it seems that these festive seasons cause more friction and stress within that family rather than happiness and love. Or it could be just my family. I'll post up a proper blog soon when I'm not so busy.

Until then.
xx

RESISTANCE

Allow me to squeal like the little girl that I am for tomorrow I get to see MUSE baby! Not only do I lose my concertginity but I also get to see three geniuses live in the flesh! Words cannot describe the tingling sensation throughout my whole body at all. Just imagine how Spiderman would feel when he says that his spidey senses are tingling and multiply that by infinity. My family seem to think I may have tics or the case of epilepsy, cause I've been twitching with excitement non stop for a while. How did my ATAR score go? Not superiorly high, but not low either. All I know is that I got more than enough to give me access to quite a few pathways and that's all I can ask for, right?

Well, sleepless night! Here I come.

Until next time.
xx

Que Sera Sera

It's the sweet smell that's captivated her. As cliche as it sounds, it's the sweet smell of freedom. She lifts both her arms up in the air and closes her eyes, slowly embracing every little moment and feeling that seeps through her body. A rush of air blows right through her body, her hair, blows through her mind. Up here, she owns everything. Up here, she is consumed with power. She savours every drop of adrenaline her body offers and jumps... into the unknown... into the world below.

Until then.
xx

Plug In Baby

Muuuse in less than a week. I'm feeling the excitement a bit more and more every passing day and night. Please, I beg of you, Melbourne weather, PLEASE behave just for me for the night. I have a little whiteboard that is blue [blueboard?] and it basically reminds me of the very close, yet far dates that will affect me wholly.

Fingers crossed!

Until next time.
xx

One Big Holiday

It has been a while since my last post. Holidays seem to go by faster than the school days. Am I glad they're over? I guess, though I do miss having a reason to go out every day and to socialize...or maybe I really am just too stubborn to admit I truly already miss school. Today marks the beginning of the last 'school' week for me. In exactly a week's time, I find out my score and will be able to determine the first course that will map out the rest of my life. On a lighter note, I'll be going to the Muse concert next week with a friend, though I'm not so sure who the friend is yet. As giddy as I am about Muse, I can't help but feel a bit anxious. What is my future, really? I hardly doubt an undergraduate course will set me on my way right away. Why, I wonder, am I thinking this?

Until then.
xx

Nishe

I was cleaning and sorting through all my old books and papers when I found this little message. I honestly don't remember writing it let alone thinking it but I'll put it up here for memory's sake.

Death is of no concern. Eternal sleep is easy to learn. Why then, is temporary sleep so hard when temporary friendships are so easy to come by?

Until next time.
xx

Marching Band of Manhattans

He stands tall besides the lamp post with only his silhouette as company. Small, stray ashes fall from the glow of his cigarette as he sucks in, savouring the aphrodisiac that fills his lungs. He looks up and blows the cloud of smoke into the crisp night air. A soft breeze greets him back, licking at the beads of sweat that lie upon his brow. He looks down at the lifeless form and observes the small trickle of blood that flows and forms the puddle of liquid red by his feet. He crouches down to pull out the blade peeking from the wound, then grabs the packet that lies hidden inside the victim's jacket. He pulls out another cigarette from the box and returns the packet back where it came from, then moves down to the trousers and rummages through the pockets to find the lighter.

As he walks away with a newly lit stick protruding from his lips, he turns around and glances back at the corpse.

Cheers mate.

Until then.
xx

Lovers in Japan

A warm night is like a warm hug from a stranger. Why do you need to see all in order to feel all? When one lets oneself loose, even for a small moment, magic can happen. If we all thought positive thoughts, perhaps there is a chance that we are able to eradicate all the negativity in this world. However, that brings us to the balance of things. With good, comes bad. Without any negativity, what would be considered positive? There is also that problem where an issue may be deemed as positive to one party but negative to another. Like I mentioned earlier. A warm night is like a warm hug from a stranger. The night is full of the unknown and there is a combination of good and bad strangers out there. What is positive and what is negative? Only we, ourselves can decide.

Until next time.
xx

Knights of Cydonia

So yesterday I went for a run around my area. It was beautiful Melbourne weather for once and I was feeling pumped with music in my ears and a light cool breeze against my face. Feeling a bit adventurous, I ran around parts of my area that I'd never actually been to and discovered a footy park that I've never noticed before in all my 10 years of residing here. I saw a mob of guys, all bigger and taller than me preparing for a game. I kept looking straight and continued my jog, because it was impolite to stare :). When I reached what seemed to be the back of the park, I dared myself to look back at the guys.

Well, I didn't see all the guys because there was a guy who, let's say, stood out. He seemed about my age and with his shorts halfway down his ankles while...watering the plants, he was indeed quite a sight :D . He looked up and noticed me, strained to pull up his shorts and tripped in the process. To avoid any more awkwardness, I continued running until I was well far away from him.

Heh... Trust me, the amount of people who saw a girl running and laughing after that probably thought she was some lunatic :P

Until then.
xx

Just Like in the Movies

Bloody fluorescent lights. Why are they so bright? Why am I here? Why is everything so white? Okay, I gotta sit up because the stupid lights are burning my eyes.

Holy shit, where am I? What is this place? What the hell is this weird apron thingy doing on my body? Where are my real clothes? Okay, think, where was I last?

I...I can't remember.

DOOR! I need to escape. Where is a door? Nothing. It's just four walls. I don't like this; not one bit at all. Fuck, my head's throbbing like crazy. Stupid brain cells, stop partying up there. We've got to work through this together. What's this? There's a tag on my arm.

Experiment #1.004.69

Heh, I like the last two digits. No, no time to be immature. Think... I'm an experiment?? For what? Why, out of everyone else, did they pick me?

*Clink*

Oh wow, the wall in front of me is opening. Great! Someone's here!

...

This isn't right. This can't be right. You're...me. Why do you look like me? Who the fuck are you?! Why are you in my clothes?? Don't smile at me you stupid bitch, give me back my clothes. My face! That's not your property! Why...why can't I talk? Right, try screaming...now. Nothing? Where is my voice?

'She's awake, calm her down again.'

That's my voice! What on earth is happening around here? I demand an explanation! Do you hear me?

...Can't you hear me?

Okay, dude. I don't know where you came from, but back off. That syringe is not going anywhere near me. Seriously, fuck off. Argh, Jesus Christ, you didn't have to tackle me down. This stuff is strong. I'm feeling lethargic already.

There's a mirror in the bottom corner. How come I didn't notice it before? Someone, or something is staring at me. They literally have no skin; it's all just a vision of blood and veins. What is it? What are you? Wait, you're imitating me. Is that me now? Yes, yes it is.

That thing in the mirror...is me.

A dream I had last night. Apologies for the informal language. I wrote it as how I remembered it.

Until next time.
xx

If Everyone Cared

A little boy walks alone. His fingers lazily caress the wooden fence as he strides past. He feels so complete, although he is alone. He sits himself down onto the soft white sand and small granules sneak into his socks and shoes. He peels them off and shakes the little particles away. The salty breeze of the ocean releases him; sets him free. He lies on his back with his eyes closed and embraces the moment. Clouds begin to form above him and small droplets fall from the heavens. They land gently onto his cheeks like little kisses and he beams. Joy runs like an aphrodisiac deeply through his veins.
It is indeed a beautiful sight, this scene.

Until then.
xx

Hoppipola

What is the actual definition of 'belonging'? Usually, for you to feel like you belong, you first make a friend who has mutual interests with you and the sense of belonging comes soon afterwards. My family and I are of the same blood, yet there is no sense of belonging around them. Though my friends are belonging, it's hard for them to belong to me at times. Damn, I don't think I'm even making sense. I'm just curious. What is belonging?

Until next time.
xx

Goodnight Goodnight

The value of friendship is truly underestimated most of the time. It proves that we take things for granted so easily without even realising it. When the time comes though, and people leave, you feel at your most weakest point. There is a feeling of loss and a sense of delusion to the point that you seem to blame others, or even worse, yourself over stupid little things that never have bothered you in the past. It's blaming the present that links to the past. But if you keep living in the past, how can you foresee the future? It may be a fact, after all, that friendship will mould your future.

Until then.
xx

Falling Away With You

On her little boat she sways to the beat of the seas. Little koi fish glide below her, their scales glittering through the dark waters. She dips her fingers in the cool liquid and savours the serenity around her. Beside her, a man with a cloak rows on. They do not talk. They don't need to. Within this silence is communication. Upon these waters, there is understanding.

Until next time.
xx

Every Me & Every You

The rains scatter across the pavements claiming a spot of their own. Hundreds of beings scurry about, trying to refrain from getting themselves drenched. It's quite impossible though, Mother Nature has intended this after all.

Until then.
xx

Desert of Song

Ahh spring. How I adore it. This will be the final week of schooling for me. I graduate on the 19th of October. For those unaware, my school hosts breakfast. It's their innocent version of muck up day. Speaking of muck up day, I've got my outfit:D I'm so excited. There are some modifications that need to be made first, but I shall get them done...hopefully. I shall write up a proper blog soon, but for now, this shall hopefully suffice.

ps- I've decided I need to make new friends.:D

Until next time.
xx

Chop Suey

I believe

that justice does not exist

that fairy bread is the best childhood food

that the birth of a child is a miracle

that heaven was made into a universal goal

that blue is the best colour invented

that with laughter, comes pain

that the thing the sun and moon have in common is that they shine

that adults become too occupied and forget the basic things in life

that children are naive indeed, but for a reason

that those who are misunderstood become insecure

that love is a mysterious thing

that everyone has talent

that whoever thinks looks are everything should be shot

that it's okay to be average

that it's even better to be weird:)

Until then.
xx

Build A Bridge

You know what I hate? The fact that I can always remember the useless things and never the necessary things. Damn brain, why do you have to be as stubborn as I am?

Until next time.
xx

Assassin

To wonder leads to imagination.
Imagination links to curiosity.
Curiosity opens doors.
Doors reveal answers.
Answers allow you to know.
Knowing, however, eliminates wondering.

I wonder indeed, if there are things out there that we should never know about.

Until then.
xx

Zaffre

Just to let you know, the folio that was doing my head in? I got an A+ for that:D

Time is a constant reminder as to how limited our lives really are. If we all were immortal, there would not be as many goals being achieved, the world would heave under the expanding population, life itself will seem tiring. Maybe we all are supposed to use this time wisely. How so? I cannot tell in all honesty. It is in my belief that time is strongly linked to the meaning of life. My exams are coming up. I have to sit the stupid trial exams tomorrow, Thursday and Friday. To me, they seem like a waste of time. To teachers, they deem it as a 'learning experience'. So I ask again, is time really meant to be used wisely? And if it is, what IS the wise way of using such a powerful element of life.

Until next time.
xx

Yellow

Deary me.
I was going home from the city and head towards the station. I notice that since it is still early during the day, the majority of the escalators are riding up. However, my destination is down so I look around for any path heading down. There in front of me, a couple of people start walking downstairs. Good idea, I'll just walk downstairs as well then.
And so, little miss intrigued starts heading down the stairs. As she descends, an old man behind her calls out.

'Lady!'

She takes no notice of it, for there are many ladies around the city. Especially so early in the morning and so she takes another step downwards.

'LADY!'

She turns to see what the commotion is about and the old man smiles kindly at her.

What does the old man say to me?

'You're heading down the men's toilets, miss.'

Sure enough, right above me is the universal sign of a male and a toilet beside him. Accompanying them is an arrow pointing downwards.

Oh...right.

Until then.
xx

Xanthic

A little girl sat alone in the middle of the park in the sun. She holds a worn teddy bear close to her. Her mouth moves as she mumbles into the teddy's frayed ear. She tells him stories, fills him with her hope, reveals her deepest and darkest thoughts. A lady approaches and beckons the girl towards her. The little girl only briefly looks up, then continues whispering. The lady is annoyed and so holds onto the little girl's hand and starts pulling her away from her sanctuary. The bear is dropped and the girl yanks her hand away from the lady. She picks up the bear, dusts its body and apologises to the bear. The lady sighs and offers her hand once again. The little girl stares at the hand and walks ahead, with her bear in her arms.

Until next time.
xx

White

Yes yes, I may have cheated a bit because white is known more as a shade rather than a colour...but shades should be able to get their own say, no?

A couple consists of a duo. A duo consists of two. Do the two always have to balance out? Do the two have to match in order to 'match'? There are pairs that create perfection. There are pairs that bring out the worst in each other. Although they are still happy, is it healthy for the relationship? Not only to them, but for all those around them? A person's love may turn into another's hate. Two contrasting things. Does that make the balance? After all; with night, comes day. With hot, comes cold. Do the terms 'right' and 'wrong' become included in this situation as well? A person may change over the influence of another. Individually, they may be harmless. Friendly. Bearable. Together, they may double up in those qualities, or become absolutely chaotic. It is with chaos, that things begin to fall.

'London bridge is falling down, falling down, falling down.
London bridge is falling down, my fair lady.'

So tell me. Is it because the person who created this little famous nursery rhyme met a woman that caused chaos to strike London bridge? One can only wonder at such a thought.

Until then.
xx

Vermilion

What I witness, what I hide, what I yearn.

the ice from a snowflake that has escaped from the heavens slowly melting on my tongue

the gentle waft of sugar and butter melting while a cake is in the oven

cleaning off the grease on a paper as I wipe my fingers from the crispy fish and accompanied chips

the snap, crackle and pop of rice bubbles

the warm, loving hug from a parent

the reassurance from a source stating all will be okay

the gentle beat of the heart thumping close to my ear as i lie on someone's chest

the sound of multiple voices all talking and laughing at once

the silky feel of sand between my toes

the feeling of eternity while running on a long deserted stretch of road

the ability to be motivated at whatever I do

the softness of a mattress, willing me to sleep

the tears of the innocent, fallen for the damned

Until next time.
xx

Ultramarine

It's been a while, yet time flies so fast that it doesn't seem so long ago.

If only I had the ability to enter a place where time didn't exist. I could stay there for hours and not even a millisecond would pass in the real world. All I would have to do is close my eyes and will for that door. When I open my eyes, a welcoming place, somewhere I love, will beckon me to enter. If only I had that ability now, I would go to my own private beach. The pure white sand will be my soft mattress. Small, warm waves will gently lap at my toes. The golden rays of the sun will embrace me in it's warmth. The light fragrance of fish and chips will waft slowly and lazily through the air. There, nothing will matter. I will have all the time in the world.

If only.

Until then.
xx

Turquoise

The word:)

It seems the world was crafted to compliment the human behaviour. The rising sun for new beginnings, the tall trees in the forest for the proud, the heavy boulders for the stubborn, the sweet smell of summer for the innocent, clouds for the high, waterfalls for the falling. We underestimate what is around us, and continuously live life through confusion and perhaps even conformity. It must be understood that we, as humans, can change or modify ourselves for life to be better. However, too much change could hinder your original purpose. It is about understanding the balance of change and caring about yourself that enables you to care for others freely. So look deep inside. If you are the sun, is it time for you to rise? Flowers cannot grow without sunlight. When you shine others will shine. As long as that purpose you decide to shine for is worth it.

However, maybe there is too much change. A boulder may be stubborn, but perhaps it enjoys it's place. Many homes for wildlife are found beneath boulders. Perhaps it is how you are you that allows life to flow just a tad more fluently. Change may sometimes distract you from seeing this.

Just remember that you, are the only judge that could determine that.

Until next time.
xx

Sepia

Next week will be the final week of actual schooling for me. After that, it's preparations for exams. I am...insanely calm. Is that normal? My grades aren't that high, they're average I guess. Well, let's hope the calm stays with me until the end of this ride.

Onto a new topic. Old flames. I have quite a few. Most I'm still on very good terms with and a few, not as much. One old flame in particular has sprung up. We never actually were a couple, but we were much more closer than friends. We're still good friends and he has a girlfriend which I'm happy for. Fact. However, he says he misses me and that he needs me. 'Though I love my girlfriend, you're so special to me'.

Really.

Why does he do that? Why do guys do that? Just because I refused being his girlfriend in the past, what makes him think that I would want him now?? Especially that he's actually with someone as well. He was actually willing to leave her if I accepted. Sigh, I know that some boundaries are supposed to be placed but I really wish that I didn't even need to consider boundaries in the first place. We are all human anyway.

Okay, I'm done with my little vent. Apologies. I'll post up a proper entry when I get the time. Time seems so limited nowadays.

Until then.
xx

Ruby

Smiles are the light that make the world shine. They mean so much yet you only need to do so little. Imagine if everyone in the world smiled. Confidences would boost, moods lifted and anxiety lowered. Imagine walking into an interview and seeing your future boss smiling. Would that not put you at ease?

But... it'd be weird if everyone smiled at your funeral, or if they just found out their loved ones are going to die.

Smiling is a beautiful thing to do...but it does become oh so tiring.

Until next time.
xx

Quencienta

Quote from sources- "Quencienta is a pale shade of indigo, used commonly by plastic manufacturers."

Song I am listening to on loop - "A Song for our Fathers" by Explosions in the Sky

Is it possible for a song to contain medicinal properties? I am feeling calm and at ease. Like a flat piece of wood drifting slowly down a creek, a silent and calming journey. I can feel the kisses little droplets of water give me, the warm hug from the sun. Night time falls upon me and the little stars come out to play, winking at me one by one. A distant gush is heard in the distance and I close my eyes as the waters guide me down their fall. Parts of me break off due to the sharp rocks underneath, but as segments of myself float away, it is okay, for now I am able to explore more parts of the world at the same time.

Until then.
xx

Purple

A little cloud of smoke rises slowly through the little vents, grasping hold on the fresh air it meets as it rises out of my printer.

Yes...thus then in brief, my printer just kind of blew up.

Until next time.
xx

Olive

It's been a while, hasn't it? Dear blog, I apologise for not giving you as much attention recently, for the folio is driving my head in. Not to worry! I shall lavish my love for you right now.

I shall share an embarrassing tale then, yes? It all started yesterday when I went to grab a refreshment at a friend's party. His party was held in his aunty's home, and his aunty has a few things dangling around the room we were in. Now, his aunty is I think 19? 20? Just a bit older than us. A couple of her friends came over as well and they weren't that bad looking:P

So there I was, grabbing a drink for myself [apple juice if you're wondering] and one of her friends were around. Due to party scenery, we both acknowledged each other and gave each other polite smiles. I finish grabbing my drink and turn to head back to a couple of my friends when, would you believe it, I walk straight into a bird cage that was dangling from the ceiling. Not only was a red mark forming in the middle of my forehead but my cheeks were getting redder and redder by the moment. I looked at the guy who was there and he was stifling a laugh. Not knowing what to do, I made eye contact with him and said 'You never saw that', in which he replied with upfront laughter.

Smooth right?

Until then.
xx

Nacarat

How is it possible for life to be perfect? A perfect rose is not one that has all petals but one with the most deepest meaningful colour. Perfection is such a flawed word.

Until next time.
xx

Maroon

Yes, it is motivation that I lack tonight. Folio work has never tired me so. Why can I not muster up the energy to type a couple of letters regarding work, but am ample enough to post this little spiel up? An odd one I am indeed. If only it came in some sort of artificial form. A tablet or a liquid. A food of some sort. I need this 'motivation' to pump through my veins and tingle my senses. Allow my energy levels to perk up a bit and perhaps cause my eye to twitch...no no, that is caffeine I think.

GOOD LORDIE. MOTIVATION GET YOUR ASS HERE...


...


'What is motivation? Can you eat it?' <-wise words from a fellow friend.
I need cake:(

Until then.
xx

Lazuli

Why is tomorrow called 'tomorrow?
Why is today called 'today'?
Does time run on it's own 'time'?
Why does society remember things as back 'then'?
Why is the only way to go around is to 'travel'?
Why does a creature named 'tortoise' or 'turtle' move so slow?
Either it's me, or those things that take time tend to consist the letter 'T'.

Do I take my time?

Until next time.
xx

Khaki

I saw myself in the local newspaper today. It was... interesting:P. Just thought I'd share that bit of news.

Now onto a bit of an adventure.

He jolts awake to find himself here. The sprouts of fine green prick at his bare feet as he walks through this unknown vast land. Where is he? The moon is bright and he observes all. There, in the far distance a beautiful grand tree. It's branches sway lightly in the gentle breeze. The green leaves flutter quietly like butterflies on the end. Their thin, bony fingers beckon him to come closer. It bathes in a luminous glow which is as enchanting as a siren's call. He succumbs and advances towards the magic that cries to him.
The glow is blinding as he reaches closer to the tree. When he reaches the base he looks back. He could see the serenity of it all. The quiet undisturbed area. The grass standing tall and proud, except for the distant flattened area where he once lay. A beautiful scent tickles his nostrils. It smells like life itself, a mixture of springtime and fairy dust. He could smell within it the comfort of freshly baked cookies, the spice of the heated streets of India, the freedom of the ocean and beyond. The exotic fragrant lures him closer to an unseen place.
The sun rules this land and not the moon but he does not notice this for there, she sat. A creature of perfection with long jet black hair. The never ending curls flow past her shoulders and he aches, oh how he aches to run his fingers through such fine silk. Simple baby blue fabric hugs loosely around her slender body, which perches itself lazily against the rock. She turns slowly and smiles, as if she had expected him to come. He gasps at such beauty. Piercing emerald eyes placed on sun kissed cheeks look back at him. He is unable to move for she seems to identify him; seeing his needs and desires. He breaks off his gaze and is ashamed of what she discovers. A melodic laugh tinkles the air and he cannot help but glance once more.
The hair is still black but now mangled and course. The blue fabric that once was meticulously woven strangles her body as rags. Her skin is deathly pale and thunder roars in the background. But the eyes. They are the damage.
For when he looks, empty, soulless white pupils stare back at him.

Until then.
xx

Jonquil

The great Mexican classic, the Chili Con Carne. What a beautiful dish. So easy, so satisfying. You can make it any day and any time if you want, as long as you have all the ingredients for it. How I know? At my friend's 18th birthday recently, we got peckish at 2.30AM in the morning, so I made this dish for us to share and eat. It was divine:D
I made this recipe earlier this year and since I did not have my camera at that time, I relied on my teacher to take the photos. Well, I finally have the pictures of this dish created using Gordon Ramsay's recipe. It was, like I said, very convenient to make, given that you have all the ingredients at hand. There are many spices, but the dish itself isn't that spicy at all.



I don't really like this close up. It makes my chili con carne look... orangey? Not sure how to describe it. Tell me what you think.

Until next time.
xx

Indigo

As a fun project, for my friend LADIDA's 18th, we all made foam reincarnations of ourselves for her. Kinda like voodoo dolls in a sense:P. I want to post this pic up so that it could be shown to the world to see. My friend LADIDA is the mermaid in the middle. Try figuring out which one I am if you'd like.
Clue- I'm the different one:)

Until then.
xx

Hazel

I can feel it. It's my turn now. I squeeze out of her, having my first taste of freedom. Before leaving completely, I lick her bottom lashes and slide down her cheek. Oh, how exhilarating! This ability to travel so quickly, so smoothly. How long will this feeling of liberation last? Ouch! Another joins me, we morph as one. Together we become more powerful. Together, we travel. We fall off her chin, clinging onto each other. But not to worry, for we fly! That is, until we fall onto her dress. Where now? Where now? Where will my path lead me? Weak. I feel weak. We both do. Why, what is happening? The harsh fabric sucks us in. Absorbing us of our life. Our freedom. We are no more, but we will be remembered. We must be.

Until next time.
xx

Green

After a fellow friend of mine comments that he'd ask a mad dog for cake, I found it all too coincidental that while watching Heston Blumenthal's show, he makes a house, entirely out of cake.

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Before I say anything else...YUM!

So who is Heston Blumenthal?? He is one of my all time idols of the culinary world. He makes food, but with a flair. It could be as simple as chocolate, but the way he serves it up. Oh so beautiful.


So why a cake house? For his shows, he makes a theme for every episode. This particular episode had the theme of fairy tales. We're all aware of the story Hansel and Gretel yes? If not, look it up now! Well, to honour the children who were tricked by a witch to fatten up by eating a cake house, he makes one himself. I tried my best to find pictures of the house, but I failed. Let's just say, the door is a huge Aero, the stained window is melted toffee candy, the roof tiles are chocolate with caramel fudge underneath, the drain pipes are chocolate, the door mat looks like a tiramisu, the tiles are a sponge or fruitcake, coloured and connected altogether with icing sugar. Oh, the casing of the house? Gingerbread.


Once again, YUM!

Until then.
xx

Fuchsia

How it shines. How it glitters in the sun. How it's shape is so beautiful, so easy to hold in her hand. She curls her fingers around the handle and is satisfied with the control her grip enables her to have. She looks at herself in the reflection of the blade. Two eyes look back. There is no life in them. They only have one use. To see. And see she did. She crouched down, willing herself to not be seen. Like a snake, she wills her body to slide along the ground. A twig snaps. She freezes. Birds above her fly towards the sun. The heavens. She listens out for any other noises but it is hard. Her heart is too loud. She takes a deep breath as silently as she is able to and proceeds. There. She is so close. She can smell it. Beautiful flesh, so soft, so pure, so perfect. Too perfect. The blade shines in her hand. It cries to be used. It cries to become a part of the beautiful flesh. She knows. Under that beauty is more beauty. In another form. Red. How could anyone possess such vast amounts of beauty? It is not fair. Justice must be made. Quick as lightning, she greets the flesh with her blade. A scream is heard. It is ugly, not like the flesh at all. Masses of beautiful red flows out, like a river. An elixir. Like a possessed soul, she craves. Her hunger needs to be satisfied. She presses her hand against the now still form, such beauty on her fingers. She caresses her neck with the elixir. Yes, she can begin to feel it. She stares at her blade and licks it clean. The taste so rewarding. She enters the flesh with her blade again, and again. Beauty flows out, a pool of wonder. She scrambles for it all. She takes it all. She rubs as much as she could around her whole body. There.

She is now beautiful. Justice is restored.

Until next time.
xx

Emerald

So this is how we're going to do this. Ready? Okay, stand up, put your hands up in the air, stick a silly grin on your face and try moving your hips and feet at the same time. You're dancing now! Why? We celebrate the fact that I have finally finished cooking all my required recipes for my folio. Yay! But no worries, I will definitely be cooking in the near future. Why stop such a beautiful passion? Today has been a good day indeed. In the morning, I made Pan De Muerto, which actually translates to 'bread of the dead' in Mexico, did you know that? It's actually sweet bread in simpler terms:). It was so fun to make and kneed. Shaping it was harder than it seemed. I tried making little bones to put on top but it wasn't much of a success, so I went with a cross and a pretty little ball to put in the middle. Here you go. My bread in steps.
So this is after letting it grow to double it's size. Let's call this the toddler age.

Adolescent stage- These were my crosses, after failing the bones.

Maturity stage- Despite my weird pieces, it looked all yummy and golden. It was fluffy and sweet inside as well:D


Just quickly, I'll jump to a different story that happened during methods today. My friends and I were munching on my bread in class when she saw the bag of bread. She then said 'Hand it over!'. now, we all thought she was going to confiscate the bag of bread so my friend hid it under the table. She walked up to us, glared at my friend and said to him' Give me some too! I want some! Don't be unfair!'. HA! It was classic. She asked for seconds too after that:P

Well, continuing on, that wasn't the only thing I made. A tradition in Mexico during Dia De Los Muertos is the making or purchasing [for the lazy ones] of sugar skulls. These were very messy to make. I think more mixture was on my hand than in the bowl, but I still had enough, thankfully. So here we go again!
Doesn't the school equipment look ever so plain? This was a PAIN in the gluteous maximus to wash, since it hardens almost instantly.

My initial plan was to make three big ones but I thought I should make a little family. So, these were the skulls before birth. [Ha! I just realised how ironic it is to give birth to a skull. I'm a fool:P]

And after decorating, separating, shaping them, I finally give you the family. I'm still undecided as to what surname they should receive. But seriously, you gotta admit, they look awesome if I do say so myself. Yes yes I understand the term gloating but I'm proud! And they're edible as well! Now that's a bonus:D


So there you have it. I HAVE finished the products for my folio but I still need to complete the written part for my folio. Oh! I also have happier news to speak of. The methods SAC I performed dreadfully on was apparently performed dreadfully by everyone else to the point that the teachers have scaled it up, meaning that I have no longer failed!! Now let's dance again. [Refer to beginning of this post]

Until then.
xx

Denim

I feel like kicking myself ten times over. I should've said no. I should've told her that I was in no position to complete the task. But my stubborn side is very persuasive. Get it over with! Why drag on the time. Just get it over with. So I did it and absolutely, totally and utterly regret it with a complete passion. Why did I ever do such an idiotic thing?! Why?? I have a habit when at the most horrible times, I replay awkward or stupid moments in my head. Someone could just be looking at me and my face would go from expressionless to looking like I just sucked a lemon dry. Don't you hate those moments when you cringe at the idiocy you have done?? You may be wondering why I'm feeling this way. Well, I got my results from my methods SAC back today and I...failed miserably, bluntly put. I know I know that it's just a SAC and so on, that I should strive to do better but it was just so STUPID how stubborn I could get. I didn't just fail, I failed 'with flying colours'. believe it or not, I used to do pretty well during methods. This SAC was a bombshell. What with my family on the brink of insanity, it's getting a bit too much to bear. I knew I wasn't myself that day when I completed the paper but I still did it. Good heavens. May the lords come and provide me with gasoline and a match so I could burn my paper as well as my textbook...oh and my stupid $200 calculator as well. If only, hey?

Well, it got a bit better in a sense. For those who don't know, I'm a volunteer at a hospital. Recently, I've been appointed as youth ambassador. Don't get fooled by the name though because in my opinion it's not much. I just go around to other 'young adults' and convince them to volunteer. Well, I did one of the interviews and photoshoots for one of the papers today and to be honest, it lifted my spirits up a bit. They placed me with one of the patients and asked me to converse with him. Of course I would! How awkward would it be to just look at a person as if you're pretending to talk to them. Anyway, the guy I was with was awesome. He had a huge metal brace on his leg from riding his bike with a couple of his mates high up a dirt hill. Things got pear shaped and he ended up with his leg bent at a 45 degree angle, broken in two places. He was telling me how his mate filmed the whole thing as well, including when the ambulance took him away on a stretcher. The amazing thing was that he said he felt no pain. Haha! Well, that's a guy I could confidently say is 'living the life'.

Now I should get back to my literature SAC. I've been trying to avoid it by writing up this post but I know I should get back to it. So off I go:)

Until next time.
xx

Crimson

So here's how it goes. I was feeling queasy from watching 'Man vs. Wild' when my family and I hear a car screeching somewhere close to our street. It's not uncommon though, I mean, there are quite a few idiots living near where I reside. What wasn't common was the loud BOOM we heard shortly afterwards. My dad went outside to inspect to find that the mailboxes at the front [which are made out of brick] have been demolished. Just a quick explanation, I currently reside in a unit along with five other units, so it wasn't my mailbox that got killed. Anyway, being the father my dad is, he instructed me to call the police. So I called triple zero and told them the details, like license plate number, type of car, so on. They got my details down and that was it for that moment. About an hour later, they called again and confirmed some more details and informed me that they were trying to contact the driver and trying to find the car. What annoyed me was that during the phone call my dad kept blabbering away useless information that I already knew.
He was saying things like 'MAKE SURE YOU TELL THEM IT WAS WHITE. DID YOU TELL THEM IT WAS WHITE?? IT WAS A WHITE CAR. I REMEMBER IT. IT WAS A CAR THAT WAS WHITE.'

JEEZ alright alright, I get the message. It was white. But he kept going, so I told him to stop talking so loudly in my other ear because I can't hear what the police is telling me. Then would you bloody believe it. He gets extremely angry that I've told him to stop talking then starts ranting on and on about how useless I was, how he's put a roof above my head and this is what he gets. How the gods were being cruel to him for giving him such a disobedient child. Jeez. Suck it up. Stop being so anal. Apologies for language by the way. I had to even apologies several times to the police officer because she seemed a bit annoyed that she had to keep repeating stuff since my dad was being so loud. Anyway, even now, I know he's angry at me. Whenever he sees me, or if I walk past, he says things on the line of 'Disobedient bitch' or 'What kind of respect is this?'.

I'm not going to even bother correcting his stupidity. At least I know I'm more mature than him. As for the driver who killed my neighbour's mailboxes, you're an idiot too.

Until then.
xx

Blue

Did I ever tell you my favourite colour is blue? Well, now you know:)

The excess intake of vitamin C has not been doing its job. There are a thousand tiny soldiers marching to their own beat in my head right now. Some little creature up to mischief has tinkered with the taps and a small stream is trickling down my nose. Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum take turns getting stuck in my left and right nostrils, blocking out any form of oxygen. I'm too tired to tell them both that my nose is not the bunny hole they are seeking for. A carpenter has mistaken my throat for wood and sandpapers away at the delicate flesh. My tonsil seems to be gloating with new found joy over something. I have yet to discover what it is, for it has double in size and reddened up similar to Santa's cheeks on a jolly day. Tiny heavy sumo wrestlers enjoy the view on top of my eyelids, making them droop ever so heavily. They enjoy the thrill of being high in the air, especially when I blink. It's an adventure for them to endure. My heart has been under a toxic influence. Someone has introduced my heart to weed and the smoke causes my chest to wheeze and my body to react so slowly.

Quick, we need to call a Quit hotline; before my heart gets addicted. Damn weak immune system. I should hire a new immune system. The one I have now tends to slack off I noticed.

Until next time.
xx

Aqua

'...why, here in Verona, ladies of esteem are already made mothers. By my count, I was your mother much upon the years that you are now just a maiden.'

What a shame. I've finally finished the whole production. Last night was the final performance and it ran smoothly. My role as Lady Capulet will be no more. I would've liked another night, since it was so much fun. How we underestimate the bonds we make during events as such. I myself became extremely fond with many of the cast and I hope that I'll be able to keep in contact with them all after this. God, if only there was a way to describe the feeling of being up there, everything falling into place and bask in a moment of glory. Then again, I'm sometimes known to be a bit of a drama queen:P

One thing that did annoy me a bit yesterday were the hair and beauty girls who did my hair. All I asked for were a few loose curls at the bottom, but she ended up making me look like a poodle. She got carried away and she knew it. It took her a bloody whole hour to 'loosely curl' my hair. Why I didn't say anything? Let me show you through my point of view.

*Girl with straightener burning my hair*
Girl-Do you like it?
Me-*about to answer when she interrupts*
Girl-If you don't like it I CAN burn you >:|
Me-*whimpers* Err.. It looks good. I think it's enough
Girl-Nonsense. Stay still or I'll burn you.

-LATER- the girl's friend walks past
Girl to friend- So? What do you think about the hair?
Friend- The client looks upset
Girl- *holds straightener extremely close to my ear [it was open too D:]*
Girl- Are you upset?? *straightener gets closer to ear*
Me- No no, I'm just worried about time.
*straighter moves away, I breathe again*

So yeah, it was a bit intimidating. Especially since the girl was huge. But it was just for one night, so no biggie. I just have to repair my split ends now before a party tonight.

I'll leave a few pictures of the night of production. I won't say which person I am, and to make it even more annoying, the pictures I do post up will be blurry:D

All these seats were filled that night.

This is Romeo exiting the stage. He's an adorable boy:)

This was the final bow. Try finding me:). Hint : I am female:D

A few ending notes, thank you missresha for taking the photos:) and Happy Birthday dearest ladida.

Until then.
xx

Zorilla

How I love my guinea pigs. My dad taught them a really cool trick. What you do is carry the guinea pig in your hands, put it close to your cheek and say 'Kiss' and they'll turn and peck you on the cheek!

I have four guinea pigs. Their names are Cotton, Fluffy, Santa and Powder. I used to have a few more but we gave them away since my dad thought four guinea pigs is more than enough [on top of four budgies and one fish].

Why am I writing about my guinea pigs? Not sure really, maybe because when I woke up this morning and looked outside, all four of them were in a line staring at me. Awww they're so cute... but just a tad fat. Well, I took a few pictures of them a while back, I think I'll end this post-about-nothingness with a few pictures.
This was when a few were just born.


We started with this guinea pig named Cotton. He's a male, but we mistook him as a female at first.

I got to admit, they poo a lot.



Until next time.
xx

Yak

My aching feet! My eyes, so heavy with exhaustion. But damn, it was so worth it.

As mentioned in my previous blogs, I am part of the school production. Today was the opening night of 'Romeo and Juliet' with me being Lady Capulet. We performed two shows today, one for the grade 6 primary kids and another for a proper lots-of-randoms audience. Quite alot of drama happened today [apologies for the lame pun].

1. Before we were supposed to perform for the little primary school kids, one of the cast members felt a sharp pain in her chest. The poor girl sat holding her chest and crying out every few minutes or so. It was so heart wrenching to watch. All we could have done was to give her space to avoid suffocation. What was absolutely stupid was that we called the ambulance right away but they didn't arrive until a full hour was well and truley past. What kind of fucking health system does Australia provide anyway?! Within that time, so much could happen and who would we have to blame? I'm not sure how she was afterwards, but I heard that they did some blood tests and that she seems to be recovering. Had it been a serious matter, I reckon the rest of the cast and crew were ready to attack the paramedics the moment they stepped foot into the school. A school! How hard is it to find a school?!

2. 'The show must go on' as the cliche saying states. We went on with the performance for the primary school children and it was quite interesting. I never knew little kids could be so evil. Every time someone died, they would laugh. Laugh! Well, I laughed too. I couldn't help it. They were so cute. Since the dialogue was very Shakespearean I doubt they understood a single word any of us uttered, but I did tweak it a little. There was a scene where Juliet was lying dead and I, Lady Capulet, just found out. The friar steps on and is supposed to say something. Anyway, he forgot what he was supposed to say so silly ol' me said 'Oh look, she's dead.' Not sure why, but everyone started laughing. I think they were thinking on the lines of 'No shit Sherlock'. Even Juliet, who was supposed to be dead started laughing. Whoops

3. The night performance was great. We weren't expecting many, but it was close to a full house that night. I recognised a few teachers, which made me a bit nervous but I think I went well. Except for the part where Juliet was dead [again] and I stroked her cheek. She smiled for a bit but managed to calm down. Oh and also, Romeo's sword broke during the fight with Tybalt:D.

Rather than a tragedy play, it was quite humorous in a sense. Tomorrow I have one more performance to do, then no more. I think I'm getting sick as well. I hope I don't sound like a frog for tomorrow's production. I heard it's booked out. My, oh me, tis now night time. Thy eyes are tired. Thou must sleep...eth:D

Until then.
xx

Xiphias

I finally did my caramel flan and presented my chocolate ice cream!!! Oh yay! What a triumph indeed. Well, as promised, here are the pictures. I used the theme of Dia De Los Muertos aagain and I splurged a bit with flowers. Yes, I admit, I may have reused the same flowers...

First up, my caramel flan. I wish the caramel could have been just a bit darker but goodness me, it tasted awesome.


Next up, my coffin shaped chocolate ice cream. This was a pain, cause I had to literally put it in the fridge for about 5 minutes every 2 minutes it was out, since it melted so easily. I tried my best to keep it's shape, and I'm quite content with my concluding result.


What sucked was that on a white plate, it is extremely hard to wipe away chocolate without
1) Smudging it
and
2) Melting it
So yeah, you can see bits of choc melting away a bit.

Yes, I know I know. I got a bit excited with my sprinkles. They were so fun to play with:P
And there you have it. I now have the sugar skulls and the sugar bread left. Sugar sugar sugar.. let's hope I don't end up with a cavity :S

Until next time.
xx

Wren

We all know the drill, I'm sure of it. You're on the tram, or the train carriage, whatever. It's public transport, and the chairs are positioned in a way that you're bound to be looking at someone, or that someone is looking at you.
So there you are, puffed out from running such a distance just to catch the bloody thing on time and you get on the carriage, catching your breath. When you calm down a bit, you do that usual observation. Then low-and-behold. You see him ,or has he seen you first? There's something that you guys share in common. You don't know what it is but you can feel it there. So for the long trip home you both take turns. When he looks away you study him a bit, when his head turns, you look away, averting your eyes-as if you never dared to look in the first place. But you can feel them. His eyes, studying you. Almost eerie in a sense.

What drew me to this guy? I really don't know. Was he really drawn to me as well? Not sure either. I mean, he probably looked at me thinking 'Why is this girl staring at me?!' But he got a bonus tick in my book when I heard Trivium's 'Ignition' come from his ring tone. Then my friend texted me. My message tone is 'Plug in baby' by Muse, so when my phone went off the guy looked up. Our eyes met then quickly looked away, as if we had been caught doing something illegal. Later onwards, I heard him hum the chorus of plug in baby. Haha, it was bliss.
It's an awesome feeling when things like that happen. You make a friend without realising you have. You've met a person who could have potentially become your best friend if only you ever had the chance.

Until then.
xx

Vixen

The time is near. I can feel the pressure. My college production is coming up. It shall be on this Thursday and Friday coming up. It's weird. I felt perfectly fine a while back about it, but the nerves are starting to kick in. Damn time pressure.

Maltesers. The best chocolate ever invented in the world. I love maltesers, so when my volunteering supervisor today spilled a bag full of maltesers on the table I was ecstatic. Each beautiful brown morsel sat there, beckoning my fingers to caress them, the smooth silky shine disguises the beautiful light malty crunch hidden within. Ahh maltesers. They all knew their place and sat there on the table my friend, miss resha, and I shared, waiting patiently.

Ahh you beauties. Since I had my camera ready, I thought, might as well. I had quite a bit of fun. After all, even chocolate can have their own little adventures, right?

So there we were, sorting medical files for the doctors.

When BAM! Dr. Malteser appeared.

Along with him came his friends. We were all able to celebrate and party away.


My, just look how beautiful they are. So similar to soldiers. Saluting to your every sugary need.

Even far away they still stand tall and proud.

They were so loving, they assisted my friend and I with our medical files.

Co operating in harmony together, we finished the pile of files.


Once again, how I love thee maltesers.

Until next time.
xx

Urial

I will not cry.

Those were the terms and conditions I applied myself to. What foolishness.

I will not cry.

Walking up those stairs, one foot after another.

"Hey!"

Slightly distracted, I notice one of my good friends. He comes up to me and does not ask anything. After all, good friends know all. He hugs me tightly. I am hopelessly short compared to him. He whispers in my ear. "You'll be fine yeah?". I love how he is unaware of anything; what I would be enduring, what I hope to accomplish, yet he gives me his 100% support. Oh God.

I will not cry.

There are only a few steps left. I can make it. I have to. In front of me, the door is slightly ajar. I enter it, instantly feeling the warmth of the room produced by the other students in there. My heart races through a field that has no finishing line. I had hoped that no one would be here. I turn, ignoring them all and make my way to another door. It is closed. My knuckles tap lightly, the sound of my knocking seemingly echoes. She answers the door with a warm smile. My stomach joins my heart. Together my body feels like it is on overdrive.

But...

Someone is in there. I am calm for a bit. I am not alone in this after all. Sitting down, I wait. Millions of thoughts compete each other inside my mind, pushing and crying for their share of attention. I push them all aside.

Not now.

It is finally time. She beckons me in with that warm smile. I wonder if she's practised that? In front of a mirror? It may be just second nature to her. She wears warm colours. Red and Black. Her eyes are kind. Even without a word, she seems to understand. She starts the conversation. Her voice is like a river. Her words flow. Then she asks the question that I have spent nights thinking about.

"So, what brings you here? What is causing you anxiety?"

I will not cry

I slowly tell her. The knotted ball slowly unravels itself. All she does is listen. That's all I need at this moment. As I dwell closer to the core of this knotted ball, my eyes start stinging. Even the stubborn areas untangle themselves quickly at this point. Tears fall freely from my face. My whole body is trembling, shaking. The ball of yarn is long. It's surprising that I have been able to maintain that length within me all this time.

It is a relief to release. Though things are not perfect yet, I am glad I have been capable of making this first step.

Until then.
xx

Tadpole

PUSS!!

Smash. Bang. Her croaky voice echoes throughout the night.

PUSS!

Wrinkly hands against secured doors. She searches in agony. Where is she? Where could she be?

PUSS

I am home alone. A lady outside rummages from door to door. Intrudes every private property in search of her feline friend. She, in literal words, is scaring the shit out of me.

Thunderous banging vibrates against my own house door. It is now my turn. Isn't it?

PUSS! WHERE ARE YOU??

My heart pounds in rhythm with her banging. I just silently hope that she assumes no one is home. Hope that she will give up soon.

Silence.

Is it over? It must be.

BANG!

Why did it sound like she just slammed her whole being against my door? Do I call the police? Do I call my parents? What good will it do?

There are cat ladies and there are lonely ladies. I wonder what she looks like. I wish I was able to have the guts to help her look for her cat.

There is real silence now. She's gone.

I hope she found her cat.

Until next time.
xx

Squirrel

Lambency is creeping up on me. On you. Let it overcome us. Overwhelm us. Let it's power seep deep into your skin. My skin. Let the liquid flow through, right to your fingertips. Can you not feel that? The tingling sensation of heavy emotion. All within our hands. Our fingers. Who calls? They do. Lambency is a powerful soul. Just give in. Just relax. All will come when you need it to. Let Lambency take care of you. It will never leave you. It will always stay.

But only if you allow it to.

Until then.
xx

Rhinoceros

Time is a mysterious thing. It could either accelerate without you knowing or slow down during those dragging hours. I finally was able to realise that my times for this blog were all wrong. As I went down the list in my settings, I noticed the other countries and the minus or plus hours that go with them. It's actually quite cool. Here I am, just woken up from a decent night's rest at 9.23AM on a Saturday morning. However, say, in another country, someone could be asleep, or sitting an exam, or preparing dinner. Yet we all live in the same world and share the same sun. Shame only a section of the world is able to receive the sunlight at a moment. Following from my previous line, I have acknowledged the fact that the world never, ever sleeps. Curious though, how would the world be if we all shared the same time? What would happen at night when few beings are at an actual conscious state? The possibilities are quite an interesting thing to consider.

Until next time.
xx

Quoll

Peak hour.

Hundreds of commuters slowly push their way through the swarm, trying to claim a spot, any spot, to call their own. Waves of heat spread from body to body. Everyone is tired. All they desire is to head home to the warmth of their homes and snuggle into their beds. Bodies push up against each other like sardines. Strange how with so many people little sound is made. A lady sits within her claimed territory and looks dead straight ahead. Both our eyes meet, but quickly avert away. The next stop is reached. A balding, overweight man stumbles in. His grubby hands make way to grip a bar just above her. She wrinkles her nose slightly. It is his armpits. They suffocate her territory with a malodorous stench. There is no hope as she searches for any other vacancies to occupy. She silently accepts her fate for the rest of the ride home.

Until then.
xx

Pomeranian

A beautiful end to a beautiful week. You tend to underestimate the value of friendship until those golden moments reveal themselves. A good friend of mine today claimed that I was one in a million. And that 'one of a kind' was an understatement. He made my day.

Heading to the city today to purchase a present for another friend's upcoming birthday made me appreciate the highs and lows of life in a sense.
Simple creatures developed by nature's creations, humans go through many emotions, but they really do tend to fall under the two categories of happiness and sadness. Love, tension, joy, immaturity, loneliness, frustration, boredom...the list goes on. The hustle and bustle, the beat of heels against pavements, the music; both good and bad, echoing through the streets. Fragrances of deep frying oil and curry spices intertwined with heavy perfumes and cologne fill the air with the signature scent of this busy life. Everyone has somewhere to go. The nightlife will never sleep. Pumped with energy that was extremely contaminating within that area, I sailed through the crowds with my dear friends. Visiting shops, huddling together on public transport, just having a good laugh. All is full of love as Bjork says. What overcame me I do not know. I suddenly had a full shot of confidence and sang loudly in the filled train carriage home. It was good to fill in the silence. I may have been the one significant thing that many strangers wil remember today before they rest their heads. I know my friends enjoyed my horrible singing. Thank you dear lovelies:)

A beautiful end to a beautiful week. When I reached home, I took a shower and ate dinner. I was just in time to flick through the TV channels to find a screening of Muse's concert in Teignmouth. For an hour I watched with happiness and delight. Matt's falsettos, Chris's rhythm and Dom's beats match the melody in my fulfilled heart tonight.

Until next time.
xx

Okapi

She could feel the tips of his fingers. They were warm in contrast to her skin. He ran them down her spine tenderly. She shivered, goosebumbs exponentially covering her body. A glint from the side caught her attention. A small stream of moonlight trickled through her window to reveal the small glint of the blade. He moved closer. She gulped down her sobs. Only the sounds of his steady heart beat mingled with her quick ones drummed out what was known as...as what? Fear. That was it.

I'm not ready.

The bright glint from the blade flashed into her eyes. She closed them instinctly and flinched as the cool blade rested on her throat. There it teased her, the cool metal slid up to her face and trailed the outline of her lips.

I'm not ready.

She could smell him. The whole room had his smell. It was a stench, an odour. The smell of death. Is there such smell? A tear travelled silently down her face. Her body no longer shivered. Her heart kept a steady beat.

I'm ready.

Slowly, delicately, painfully. The knife deepened into her skin. She tightened the grip of her fists. A warm liquid covered the knife and travelled down between her breasts. The crimson coloured the white sheets. The night became permanent.

Just thought I'd share you a dream I had just recently.

Until then.
xx

Newt

I have an accounting and literature sac tomorrow. I'm not ready for either of them. I should really get ready for them. though accounting seems much more of a priority.
Why? Simply because my teacher is awesome. He encourages you, and never ever puts you down. Most importantly, he's always ACTUALLY THERE.
My lit teacher is just too old. She should just retire. Seriously. Why bother teaching when you decide to go on long service leave for weeks on end? Every single lit class, we all just sit there with our chosen substitute-teacher-for-the-day and do literally nothing. We could twiddle our thumbs, read the books, answer a few questions from our course book, then what? There's no guidance, and when sacs come, we all get shitty marks because what we wrote was [quote from her] 'not what I am looking for'.
I'll get what you're 'looking for' and shove it up where the sun doesn't shine if you don't teach me properly. I loved literature last year. Now I find it absolutely useless. Look what you've done to me woman! Be a fucking teacher. TEACH ME! I WANT TO LEARN WOMAN! She's in her late 60's I'm guessing. She has pictures of cats on her screensaver. She has an annoying habit of ending every sentence with a question.

'We should get through this, shouldn't we?'
'I want you all to listen to me, don't I?'
'The character portrays a sense of innocence, doesn't she?'

Fuck woman. Are you teaching us or are you asking us to teach you. I know that we're supposed to ponder about the questions she gives us to expand our thoughts, but she ends EVERYTHING with a question. It just gets too much. Especially when you ask her a question. She replies with another question! And that's only when she's actually present in class. I think out of, say a possible number of 100 classes, she's been there for about...55? Yeah, if I do not get guidance, I'm going to end up struggling as to what to do during end of year exams.

Until next time.
xx

Mollies

Late at night.
Time- 11.30pm
Mood- High
Reason- CHOP SUEY!!! [by S.O.A.D]

Trying to sing in time with it is excruciatingly entertaining.

But seriously? Love the song. Love the meaning behind those lyrics. Loved it ever since I heard it for the first time in year 7, right after Roulette. Ahhh S.O.A.D.

Another song just popped up in my mind. Link's theme song.
'Link! He come to town. Come to save, the princess Zelda...'<-Damn woman, why can't she ever be more careful. How many times does she really need to be saved??

Late at night.
Time now -11.35
Mood- Damn Zelda. Make Link run after her constantly.
Reason- S.O.A.D is awesome.

Until then.
xx

Lemur

Ahhhh mindblanks. Hate them. How could I serve caramel flan or chocolate ice cream to represent Dia De Los Muertos???

Mindblanks. >:|

Until next time.
xx

Kinkajou

I wonder why majority of words are Latin originated.
I wonder why majority of products are made in China.
I wonder why supreme technology comes from Japan.
I wonder why if pasta came from China, then why is it famous in Italy?
I wonder why I'm in this world.
I wonder why out of all families, I ended up in this specific one.
I wonder why I hang out with 'this crowd' rather than 'that crowd'.
I wonder why some are more academically capable than others.
I wonder why people conform.
I wonder why animals are called what they are. Who invented the word dog, for example?
I wonder why people want peace but never act on it.
I wonder why people depend on what they know they do not need.
I wonder why my guinea pig is so lazy.
I wonder why criticism exists and if it really is good to receive it.
I wonder why money was invented; and why each country has a different currency because their land is 'worth more'.
I wonder why equality is said to be a good thing but hardly exists.
I wonder why people find happiness in bullying others.
I wonder why I'm alive now, and why others are dead.
I wonder who created cancer, drugs, fat.
I wonder how the first person who died felt dying.
I wonder what the first person in the whole entire world was thinking about when he/she roamed the world.
I wonder why there are two sexes.
I wonder why there are so many vast opportunities, yet it is balanced with so many restrictions.

I wonder indeed.

Until then.
xx

Jerboa

I want a day where I can sleep for the whole 24 hours. I like my sleep. I also like my bed. Comfy springy mattress with a light puffy pillow. I feel like a warm souffle when I'm snuggled up asleep.
Yes, I like my sleep.

Until next time.
xx

Ibex

I went to the careers counselor today to determine my future after year 12. It somehow led me to consider a career as a teacher. Ha. I'm not exactly sure though. It seems alright... and if I became a teacher I'd be the type that actually cared about her students and not bang their heads against a wall and drill in saddening messages like 'YOU ARE GOING TO FAIL' or 'YOU HAVE NO FUTURE'. But would the students like me? I feel really sorry for those teachers who do try but end up being taken advantage of.
Sometimes it seems like teachers have forgotten that students are human as well and that students have forgotten that it IS possible for teachers to be more than just 'educational' tyrants.
The future. Scary. It feels so far away, but whenever someone reminds me of how close my exams are going to be it feels like I've been woken up with a bucket of ice cold water to my face. I wonder, if this is how fast life is going at the moment, then would I ever be able to do the things that I've always wanted to do in the future? I'd like to own my own restaurant. That would be extremely cool. Food that not only tastes good but is beneficial for the human body, none of that processed stuff that brings harm to your health.
Oh, to dream at times.

Until then.
xx