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
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Monday, August 30, 2010
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
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
Saturday, August 28, 2010
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
Clue- I'm the different one:)
Until then.
xx
Friday, August 27, 2010
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
Until next time.
xx
Thursday, August 26, 2010
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
...
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
She is now beautiful. Justice is restored.
Until next time.
xx
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
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
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
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
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
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
Monday, August 23, 2010
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
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
Sunday, August 22, 2010
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
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
Saturday, August 21, 2010
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
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
Friday, August 20, 2010
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
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
Thursday, August 19, 2010
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
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
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
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
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
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
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
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
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
Monday, August 16, 2010
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
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
Sunday, August 15, 2010
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
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
Saturday, August 14, 2010
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
Until next time.
xx
Friday, August 13, 2010
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
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
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
Thursday, August 12, 2010
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
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
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
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
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
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
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
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
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
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
Monday, August 9, 2010
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
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
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
Sunday, August 8, 2010
Hamster
Quite a few of my friends wear make up. My family members wear make up as well. I don't mind a bit myself, but usually that's because I've been bullied into wearing it by either my mum or my friends. [Damn peer pressure].
What I absolutely despise, though, are those girls who have enough make up on their face to sell in a store. They say without make up they lose their confidence. How could one depend on materialism so much? I'm sure that make up allows a girl to feel more feminine, but seriously. People should be able to tell when enough is enough. With help from missresha, I went around today with eyeliner and mascara on; much more than what I usually put on- which is nothing:).
Just a quick change of topic, this is a habit of mine. When I purchase a new product, say, an umbrella, I tend to become much more aware of the other umbrellas existing wherever I go. Whether they're displayed in shops or being used by citizens of Melbourne, I'd notice them.
So, back to the issue of materialism and false identities behind cakeloads of makeup, since I had a bit of make up on, I become much more aware of how people used make up to enhance their appearances. Good Lord. I do not understand why eyes have to be so completely dark for some people. You might as well give yourself a black eye. Saves you from buying more make up. Seriously, it looked like someone gave a toddler an eyeliner pen and asked the child to go crazy on their eyelids. 'Don't even bother with going within the lines, sweetie. it's the new hot look.'
And the whole going for the 'all natural' look? Who are you kidding? I'm very sure natural means nothing. Zilch. Nada. Not a touch of lip balm, a bit of eyeliner, mascara, some blush on the sides and a bit of powder on the nose. And the amount of under aged people wearing make up! Some looked like they had just finished their primary years.
I sometimes wonder what's gonna happen to the future. Our future. What would be fashionable then? Would babies have to wear heels in order to be cute? If that's the case, I can say with confidence I wouldn't want to be a part of the future.
Until next time.
xx
What I absolutely despise, though, are those girls who have enough make up on their face to sell in a store. They say without make up they lose their confidence. How could one depend on materialism so much? I'm sure that make up allows a girl to feel more feminine, but seriously. People should be able to tell when enough is enough. With help from missresha, I went around today with eyeliner and mascara on; much more than what I usually put on- which is nothing:).
Just a quick change of topic, this is a habit of mine. When I purchase a new product, say, an umbrella, I tend to become much more aware of the other umbrellas existing wherever I go. Whether they're displayed in shops or being used by citizens of Melbourne, I'd notice them.
So, back to the issue of materialism and false identities behind cakeloads of makeup, since I had a bit of make up on, I become much more aware of how people used make up to enhance their appearances. Good Lord. I do not understand why eyes have to be so completely dark for some people. You might as well give yourself a black eye. Saves you from buying more make up. Seriously, it looked like someone gave a toddler an eyeliner pen and asked the child to go crazy on their eyelids. 'Don't even bother with going within the lines, sweetie. it's the new hot look.'
And the whole going for the 'all natural' look? Who are you kidding? I'm very sure natural means nothing. Zilch. Nada. Not a touch of lip balm, a bit of eyeliner, mascara, some blush on the sides and a bit of powder on the nose. And the amount of under aged people wearing make up! Some looked like they had just finished their primary years.
I sometimes wonder what's gonna happen to the future. Our future. What would be fashionable then? Would babies have to wear heels in order to be cute? If that's the case, I can say with confidence I wouldn't want to be a part of the future.
Until next time.
xx
Saturday, August 7, 2010
Giraffe
I finally have pictures of my creme brulee thanks to nibbles.
Finally.
[let's take this moment to do a little dance of joy, pretend you're doing a rain dance, if you like]
However, there were two things that I was not very content with.
1. The skull did not appear on the top of my creme brulee. Damn. Caramelisation under the grill caused the sugar to just melt evenly all around.
2. My Mexican chocolate sauce [which has cinnamon, cream, melted dark chocolate and melted semisweet chocolate] looks very similar to poo:(
Anyway, without further adieu...<-[thanks to Shaun Hume, the red squiggle is gone!] I present to you the makings of my skull Cajeta Creme Brulee with Mexican chocolate.
I'll start with the uncooked creme brulee. Apologies for the funny looking template. I'm not much of an artist:P
Now this is after I sifted icing sugar on it. Surprisingly, it turned out quite well. though for some reason I thought of ninja turtles when I saw it.
Anyway, caramelising it was a failure and I completely forgot to take a photo of the failure. But I decided to ice the plate instead and make it more skull like. you can kinda see where my fingers were because the smudges around the eyes are pretty clear. I'm quite happy with the final result. Besides the chocolate looking like poo:(
So there you go.
Until then.
xx
Finally.
[let's take this moment to do a little dance of joy, pretend you're doing a rain dance, if you like]
However, there were two things that I was not very content with.
1. The skull did not appear on the top of my creme brulee. Damn. Caramelisation under the grill caused the sugar to just melt evenly all around.
2. My Mexican chocolate sauce [which has cinnamon, cream, melted dark chocolate and melted semisweet chocolate] looks very similar to poo:(
Anyway, without further adieu...<-[thanks to Shaun Hume, the red squiggle is gone!] I present to you the makings of my skull Cajeta Creme Brulee with Mexican chocolate.
I'll start with the uncooked creme brulee. Apologies for the funny looking template. I'm not much of an artist:P
Now this is after I sifted icing sugar on it. Surprisingly, it turned out quite well. though for some reason I thought of ninja turtles when I saw it.
Anyway, caramelising it was a failure and I completely forgot to take a photo of the failure. But I decided to ice the plate instead and make it more skull like. you can kinda see where my fingers were because the smudges around the eyes are pretty clear. I'm quite happy with the final result. Besides the chocolate looking like poo:(
So there you go.
Until then.
xx
Friday, August 6, 2010
Fawn
Monopoly- a type of entertainment in the form of a board game that can be played with multiple persons at a time, relating to finances and property. Not for the sorest of losers:)
Since I was able to have the day off from school today I kicked back at LOVINGPHUONG's house with a couple of other mates and together we built empires with our own counterfeit money. For a person who is absolutely hopeless at accounting, I was quite proud of my accomplishments. It got me thinking though, imagine everyone in the world, when born, started off with the same amount of money. Would famine still exist? Would there still be such things as third world countries? It would also depend on how people spend their money I'd presume.
What I don't get about monopoly is the 'Go to jail' bit. I don't get it. What wrong have you personally done? All you did was just land on it. Imagine that.
>It's a beautiful day. You go out for a stroll, you just recently bought property from the red area. Oh no what's that?? Why is that police officer chasing you??
You: 'Pardon me sir? Is there anything wrong?'
Officer: 'Go to jail >:('
You: 'Wha..what? Apologies for asking, but what wrong did I do?'
Officer: 'Go to jail! >:('
You: 'This is preposterous! I demand a reason!'
Officer: :D
Regardless, you end up going to jail anyway. Unless you roll doubles, you lose 500k paying for bail.<
It doesn't make any sense!! I mean, fraud can be a reason, but that's only if you pick it up from the 'chance' pile. Otherwise, what would the reason be??
I found the most perfect red dress for my role as Lady Capulet for the college production. It was waiting for me at the op shop today, huddled together with many other pulchritudinous findings. I also found a dress which is perfect for the Muse concert I'm attending to at the end of the year.
I'm feeling quite content.
Hope this feeling lasts.
Until next time.
xx
EDIT- beautiful boobied nibbles accompanied me during my trip to the op shop. She's just so lovely:)
Since I was able to have the day off from school today I kicked back at LOVINGPHUONG's house with a couple of other mates and together we built empires with our own counterfeit money. For a person who is absolutely hopeless at accounting, I was quite proud of my accomplishments. It got me thinking though, imagine everyone in the world, when born, started off with the same amount of money. Would famine still exist? Would there still be such things as third world countries? It would also depend on how people spend their money I'd presume.
What I don't get about monopoly is the 'Go to jail' bit. I don't get it. What wrong have you personally done? All you did was just land on it. Imagine that.
>It's a beautiful day. You go out for a stroll, you just recently bought property from the red area. Oh no what's that?? Why is that police officer chasing you??
You: 'Pardon me sir? Is there anything wrong?'
Officer: 'Go to jail >:('
You: 'Wha..what? Apologies for asking, but what wrong did I do?'
Officer: 'Go to jail! >:('
You: 'This is preposterous! I demand a reason!'
Officer: :D
Regardless, you end up going to jail anyway. Unless you roll doubles, you lose 500k paying for bail.<
It doesn't make any sense!! I mean, fraud can be a reason, but that's only if you pick it up from the 'chance' pile. Otherwise, what would the reason be??
I found the most perfect red dress for my role as Lady Capulet for the college production. It was waiting for me at the op shop today, huddled together with many other pulchritudinous findings. I also found a dress which is perfect for the Muse concert I'm attending to at the end of the year.
I'm feeling quite content.
Hope this feeling lasts.
Until next time.
xx
EDIT- beautiful boobied nibbles accompanied me during my trip to the op shop. She's just so lovely:)
Thursday, August 5, 2010
Ermine
I'd like to be a cloud... all nice and fluffy. Floating slowly around the skies with no curfew; no rush. A buddy may join me, together we could form a larger cloud. We'd float...slowly...slowly... around all day. Between the two of us, we'd hold thousands and thousands of water droplets held together to form ice. They would all be tiny droplets, but mingled together they are strong.
I'd like to be a cloud. Though clouds are emotional. If I were a cloud, I'd cry at all the inhumane things happening in the world below. My tears will then be beneficial, I would be able to disguise tears of others, I would be able to fill in lonely silences, I would be able to soothe many with my heavy drops. Liquid emotion.
Until then.
xx
I'd like to be a cloud. Though clouds are emotional. If I were a cloud, I'd cry at all the inhumane things happening in the world below. My tears will then be beneficial, I would be able to disguise tears of others, I would be able to fill in lonely silences, I would be able to soothe many with my heavy drops. Liquid emotion.
Until then.
xx
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
Dove
What is this? Why are parents so confusing? This hasn't been the first time it has happened but goodness ME! It confuses me when it happens. My parents, especially my mum, has flipped. Like a fucking coin. One moment she'd be biting your head off, then the next moment she'd be wagging her tail in happiness around you. What the hell. I've witnessed and heard of mixed feelings but this is just baffling.
Earlier today she would have stabbed me continuously had she been given the chance and just before, during dinner, she was treating me like I was her long lost daughter whom she had loved all her life. It was like as if she had amnesia and was unable to recall what had happened before.
Really. If that was her way of apologising I don't like it. Her sudden change of behaviour just made me want to dislike her more. If I allowed myself to let go and embrace the affections she offered then I would just be making myself much more vulnerable to become even more emotionally damaged when she flips once again. It feels like I always have to keep my guard up. How I hate the feeling of needing to take precautions wherever I am.
I genuinely dislike those type of people. The type who hurt others, know their wrongdoings but never directly fix the problems. They just use kindness and naiveness to avoid the fact that they have issues themselves. It's like sweeping dust under a huge rug. The dust is still within the premises! It doesn't change a single thing for Christ's sake. Well, at least it doesn't in my case.
Until next time.
xx
Earlier today she would have stabbed me continuously had she been given the chance and just before, during dinner, she was treating me like I was her long lost daughter whom she had loved all her life. It was like as if she had amnesia and was unable to recall what had happened before.
Really. If that was her way of apologising I don't like it. Her sudden change of behaviour just made me want to dislike her more. If I allowed myself to let go and embrace the affections she offered then I would just be making myself much more vulnerable to become even more emotionally damaged when she flips once again. It feels like I always have to keep my guard up. How I hate the feeling of needing to take precautions wherever I am.
I genuinely dislike those type of people. The type who hurt others, know their wrongdoings but never directly fix the problems. They just use kindness and naiveness to avoid the fact that they have issues themselves. It's like sweeping dust under a huge rug. The dust is still within the premises! It doesn't change a single thing for Christ's sake. Well, at least it doesn't in my case.
Until next time.
xx
Canary
I want out of this shithole. Just be free. Escape. Be whoever, however and whatever I want to be. Why are such things so impossible? Is Australia not a free country? Why am I still in this prison cell then? Why is it, that I can see so many doors, but no exits?
Today was a beastly day. Nothing went right. When you tell someone that you would clean your own dirty dishes, you wouldn't expect them to wash them for you then complain to you about having to wash them. Did it not go through your head that I said I'd clean them? Lay off, don't tell me off for not cleaning them. You're no fucking angel. Food tech went longer than I wanted it to. With my food tech teacher asking me to stay back after school to help with her presentation, her forcing me to present my creme brulees after the last failure, the idiot with the stubborn mind washing then dirtying my dishes again and trying to get my ice cream to turn out right, I went way overtime.
Consequences?
I ended up going to my methods SAC late. Rushing in, taking a seat, her telling me to put all books down under my table and telling me to start. I don't know why. My mind went blank. It's just something I cannot explain. I looked at those equations, the ones similar to what I studied the night before, yet nothing came out. Nothing formed in my mind. I sat there for 10 minutes with literally nothing in my head. It didn't help when the teacher kept standing right behind me, seemingly judging my every move. It didn't help when everyone started talking when they finished their papers...and it didn't help that I could not absorb the questions in front of me in order to gain answers. My answers weren't answers. They were random numbers used to fill in the space. I think I may have failed that paper, which would be the first time I ever failed at all; that is- academically wise. Failures in life don't count.
Things continued to head downhill from there. It turned out I left my USB in the school library. Even worse was no one had handed it up to any of the teacher staff, which is what usually happened to all missing things, but not today of course. My friend found the chain connected to my USB, and that chain is pretty hard to pull off. So I conclude that my USB has been stolen. Who on earth would want a 2G USB? It had my FOLIO work in it.
I headed home in the rain. When I got home, I don't know why...[But then again, it felt like I didn't know anything at all today.] I told my mum everything. About what a shit day I had just gone through. Maybe I was hoping that all my assumptions about her were wrong, and I reckon a strong part of me wanted consolidation.
Consolidation...
my ass.
After I told her she screeched at me. Plates flew around me, screams filled the house. Tears fell and words were hurled. I argued with her that I could not be perfect every day. She argued with her only argument . 'I am right. You are wrong. Not only are you wrong, but you're an idiot too.'
Boy it felt good to have such a caring motherly figure.
I cried in the showers. I don't know why, but the shower was the most consolidating thing I did today. I took a very long shower. I silently wished that it would never end. Outside I could still hear voices. Her voice. Multiplied. Failure. The word rung at least a dozen times per second. She went to pick up my sister, she told my sister everything. How I knew? My sister told me these exact words 'Mum was full on bitching about how stupid you were in the car'. I'm sick of it.
I want escape.
The thing is...
How does one escape from something that is everywhere? How does one escape something that has been carved deeply into your mind? I've been branded a Failure. I can still smell the acidic smoke of burning flesh.
Until then.
xx
Today was a beastly day. Nothing went right. When you tell someone that you would clean your own dirty dishes, you wouldn't expect them to wash them for you then complain to you about having to wash them. Did it not go through your head that I said I'd clean them? Lay off, don't tell me off for not cleaning them. You're no fucking angel. Food tech went longer than I wanted it to. With my food tech teacher asking me to stay back after school to help with her presentation, her forcing me to present my creme brulees after the last failure, the idiot with the stubborn mind washing then dirtying my dishes again and trying to get my ice cream to turn out right, I went way overtime.
Consequences?
I ended up going to my methods SAC late. Rushing in, taking a seat, her telling me to put all books down under my table and telling me to start. I don't know why. My mind went blank. It's just something I cannot explain. I looked at those equations, the ones similar to what I studied the night before, yet nothing came out. Nothing formed in my mind. I sat there for 10 minutes with literally nothing in my head. It didn't help when the teacher kept standing right behind me, seemingly judging my every move. It didn't help when everyone started talking when they finished their papers...and it didn't help that I could not absorb the questions in front of me in order to gain answers. My answers weren't answers. They were random numbers used to fill in the space. I think I may have failed that paper, which would be the first time I ever failed at all; that is- academically wise. Failures in life don't count.
Things continued to head downhill from there. It turned out I left my USB in the school library. Even worse was no one had handed it up to any of the teacher staff, which is what usually happened to all missing things, but not today of course. My friend found the chain connected to my USB, and that chain is pretty hard to pull off. So I conclude that my USB has been stolen. Who on earth would want a 2G USB? It had my FOLIO work in it.
I headed home in the rain. When I got home, I don't know why...[But then again, it felt like I didn't know anything at all today.] I told my mum everything. About what a shit day I had just gone through. Maybe I was hoping that all my assumptions about her were wrong, and I reckon a strong part of me wanted consolidation.
Consolidation...
my ass.
After I told her she screeched at me. Plates flew around me, screams filled the house. Tears fell and words were hurled. I argued with her that I could not be perfect every day. She argued with her only argument . 'I am right. You are wrong. Not only are you wrong, but you're an idiot too.'
Boy it felt good to have such a caring motherly figure.
I cried in the showers. I don't know why, but the shower was the most consolidating thing I did today. I took a very long shower. I silently wished that it would never end. Outside I could still hear voices. Her voice. Multiplied. Failure. The word rung at least a dozen times per second. She went to pick up my sister, she told my sister everything. How I knew? My sister told me these exact words 'Mum was full on bitching about how stupid you were in the car'. I'm sick of it.
I want escape.
The thing is...
How does one escape from something that is everywhere? How does one escape something that has been carved deeply into your mind? I've been branded a Failure. I can still smell the acidic smoke of burning flesh.
Until then.
xx
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
Badger
Peculiar she said, when she saw the Thing.
What is that Thing?
What does it do?
What purpose does that Thing have in life?
What can the Thing offer?
After all, it is only a Thing.
How strange the Thing thought, when the Thing spotted her.
Why do you look at me that way?
Why would you judge me?
Do you think you are better than me?
What would you know anyway?
I am different, yet you are the same.
Until next time.
xx
What is that Thing?
What does it do?
What purpose does that Thing have in life?
What can the Thing offer?
After all, it is only a Thing.
How strange the Thing thought, when the Thing spotted her.
Why do you look at me that way?
Why would you judge me?
Do you think you are better than me?
What would you know anyway?
I am different, yet you are the same.
Until next time.
xx
Monday, August 2, 2010
Anaconda
I got my mid year exam results today. I was stoked with what I got. I mean, it was much more than what I was expecting to get. My accounting teacher was [quote] 'pleasantly surprised'[unquote] with what I got. But of course, my parents wanted me to get higher. No surprises there. I don't care. I'm not gonna allow them to ruin my happiness:)
Though, getting my exam results today made me realise how close the end year exams are. In a couple of months, I would be getting a certificate saying I've finished year 12 and will be given a number which could determine the rest of my life. Sounds so scary when I think of it that way. But then again, it's a bit stupid as well. How could our lives be determined by one score that we achieve through exams that run through a short period of time?? What if someone was sick during that period of time and was not able to perform to their best ability?
I know this guy from my school. He's in hospital right now because he had a stroke. Before that, he had tuberculosis. It would be a shame for him to have to repeat VCE again just because of something that wasn't in his control. But then again, what if it was something else? What if there were family issues, or friend issues, or any relationship issues that would affect your mental thinking ability. You'd be too mindfucked for exams.
Well, regardless of what I say, I guess it's just how we control our emotions; how we control our reactions to different problems. We could keep it to ourselves or just rage to our hearts content. Whichever suites best, I presume. Exams are still far in a way and I do have time to improve. So that's what I'll try to do. But I hope I hope I hope that some people will just lay off and leave me be sometimes.
Until then.
xx
Though, getting my exam results today made me realise how close the end year exams are. In a couple of months, I would be getting a certificate saying I've finished year 12 and will be given a number which could determine the rest of my life. Sounds so scary when I think of it that way. But then again, it's a bit stupid as well. How could our lives be determined by one score that we achieve through exams that run through a short period of time?? What if someone was sick during that period of time and was not able to perform to their best ability?
I know this guy from my school. He's in hospital right now because he had a stroke. Before that, he had tuberculosis. It would be a shame for him to have to repeat VCE again just because of something that wasn't in his control. But then again, what if it was something else? What if there were family issues, or friend issues, or any relationship issues that would affect your mental thinking ability. You'd be too mindfucked for exams.
Well, regardless of what I say, I guess it's just how we control our emotions; how we control our reactions to different problems. We could keep it to ourselves or just rage to our hearts content. Whichever suites best, I presume. Exams are still far in a way and I do have time to improve. So that's what I'll try to do. But I hope I hope I hope that some people will just lay off and leave me be sometimes.
Until then.
xx
Sunday, August 1, 2010
Zinfandel
I'm so absolutely sick of it.
Really. How immature could adults be??
How immature could my PARENTS be???
My mum's a stubborn bitch; my dad's an arrogant bastard.
There is no GOOD between them, because they never TRY.
Tomorrow is my dad's birthday. My mum got pissed off at him for the smallest thing today and so she didn't give him dinner. He was too stubborn himself to admit defeat and get dinner himself; and so he goes to bed without eating. He's gonna wake up on his birthday hungry. Great. They have issues. they should stop being so selfish. My sister and I should be the ones who get to be selfish. I mean, I have my fucking exams coming up. Do they care? No they don't. Not only do they continuously yell at me, they threaten to suicide so many times, they threaten to leave the house, they both take turns threatening to divorce the other, and we just bought a new house! What is this?! Do they have no fucking common sense? they want me to get good grades. How the FUCK do I do that if they wouldn't even leave me alone??? Honestly, I don't care for either of them. I won't. Not until they actually show a bit of affection for me and most importantly, for each other. Is that so much to ask? A daughter of a family is just asking for a proper fucking family. But I can only wish can I? Is a functional family so hard to ask for?? I can never find the motivation to do anything anymore. I go to school and dread exams, I go home and dread...everything. There is literally no escape anywhere. On top of that, some teachers at school give me the shit. Grrr...I'm feeling so grrr towards the world.
I think I'm gonna just go do something fun-definitely not my homework.
Until next time.
xx
Really. How immature could adults be??
How immature could my PARENTS be???
My mum's a stubborn bitch; my dad's an arrogant bastard.
There is no GOOD between them, because they never TRY.
Tomorrow is my dad's birthday. My mum got pissed off at him for the smallest thing today and so she didn't give him dinner. He was too stubborn himself to admit defeat and get dinner himself; and so he goes to bed without eating. He's gonna wake up on his birthday hungry. Great. They have issues. they should stop being so selfish. My sister and I should be the ones who get to be selfish. I mean, I have my fucking exams coming up. Do they care? No they don't. Not only do they continuously yell at me, they threaten to suicide so many times, they threaten to leave the house, they both take turns threatening to divorce the other, and we just bought a new house! What is this?! Do they have no fucking common sense? they want me to get good grades. How the FUCK do I do that if they wouldn't even leave me alone??? Honestly, I don't care for either of them. I won't. Not until they actually show a bit of affection for me and most importantly, for each other. Is that so much to ask? A daughter of a family is just asking for a proper fucking family. But I can only wish can I? Is a functional family so hard to ask for?? I can never find the motivation to do anything anymore. I go to school and dread exams, I go home and dread...everything. There is literally no escape anywhere. On top of that, some teachers at school give me the shit. Grrr...I'm feeling so grrr towards the world.
I think I'm gonna just go do something fun-definitely not my homework.
Until next time.
xx
Yamamomo
Today was a very disappointing day. Rather than actually going to Monash Uni Open Day, I ended up going to the Herald Sun Careers Expo instead. Why you may ask? For those who don't know me, I am absolutely horrible at directions. The original plan was to go early with a friend all the way to Clayton. However, people had other commitments and just couldn't go. So we ended up at city altogether at around 11 with a curfew. So if we had decided to go Clayton, curfews would not have been met. Hence, we went to the Herald Sun expo. And honestly, besides the freebies they offered[which wasn't even that much mind you, it was an absolute waste of time. I'm going RMIT next week. Hopefully it'll be worth it.
So, today I pretty much just dawdled around MC and the city itself taking a few random shots here and there. I would've taken more shots, but we were busy going from place to place. I'll chuck the pictures on this blog as well, I mean, why not?
So, this is the randomly interesting art piece I found in front of the MC clock
Then you have the classical cliche view of MC's rooftops, taken courtesy by missresha's boyfriend.
I honestly love this picture. I'm not sure if it was intentional or not, but the torn bits at the bottom seem to really capture the character's emotions.
Then after having alot of pointless fun, we all just pretty much waited to go home at MC station. I never noticed until today though, how the tunnel gives off the impression of...I'm not sure how to explain it actually...'forever'-ness?
BUT, one thing which always suprises me whenever I come across it,SAMBOYS ARE BACK! Man, I used to love that shit.
Until then.
xx
So, today I pretty much just dawdled around MC and the city itself taking a few random shots here and there. I would've taken more shots, but we were busy going from place to place. I'll chuck the pictures on this blog as well, I mean, why not?
So, this is the randomly interesting art piece I found in front of the MC clock
Then you have the classical cliche view of MC's rooftops, taken courtesy by missresha's boyfriend.
I honestly love this picture. I'm not sure if it was intentional or not, but the torn bits at the bottom seem to really capture the character's emotions.
Then after having alot of pointless fun, we all just pretty much waited to go home at MC station. I never noticed until today though, how the tunnel gives off the impression of...I'm not sure how to explain it actually...'forever'-ness?
BUT, one thing which always suprises me whenever I come across it,SAMBOYS ARE BACK! Man, I used to love that shit.
Until then.
xx
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