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Last Days of High School // Song of the Week: "Lullaby" by Priscilla Ahn

Like a lot of people whose blogs I follow, I feel neither happy nor sad about the end of my high school life. To me, it's just a big, fat, meh. There have been plenty of criers - teachers and students alike - but the only effect this has on me is to remind me of my own impassivity. Perhaps it just hasn't hit home yet - perhaps to me, it still isn't the end because we haven't gotten over that last hurdle. Or perhaps (and I think this is the most likely), it is because, like Ron Weasley, I have the emotional range of a teaspoon.

A lot has been going on these past few days (obviously). First off, with the help of Tian, Nancy and I discovered the joys of waxing. It's actually not as painful as I thought it would be - those stupid movies misled me into thinking that it would be an excruciating ordeal. But it's not. It's quite fun actually - once you get the hang of it. We spent a few hours sitting on a pile of newspapers on Nancy's living room floor figuring out the correct angle to apply the wax, etc, etc.

We also found baby photos for the school Yearbook. Unfortunately, they got rejected because the committee only wanted "individual photos". Boo... I ain't spending any more time looking for pictures. They can either take 'em or leave 'em. Seriously - look at these photos. WHAT KIND OF HEARTLESS PERSON REJECTS PHOTOS LIKE THESE??

I really like Tian's expression in this last one.

On a side note, we used to be so cute back then. What happened guys???

Anyhoo, quick recap of what's been happening at school:

Maths: We gave Ms D her Pandora bracelet and she cried. Ngawwww. We then gave her lots of hugs and she cried harder.

English: Ms S cried before we even made our toast to her LOL. She had to duck out of the room to fetch a tissue box. While she was out, a bunch of Year 12's gathered out in E block to a) see Mr M emerge in his pink shirt and suspenders and b) to skip class. It looked something like this:

Someone then yelled out that they saw Mrs B approaching and our grade then did the most awesomest scattering effect you've ever seen. It was like that scene in Spirited Away, when the dust mites get startled and they all run to the nearest holes. Actually, this gif kind of describes the situation:

... except it was on a much, much bigger scale. Afterwards, Mrs B walked into our english class and said, "Did any of you people happen to see a large group of Year 12's gathered out in the block? We got a few complaints from teachers that something was going on outside." *cue a lot of head ducking and smothered laughs*

Legal Studies: We watched Taken and Mr G fed us pastizzi and sausage rolls. Great times. We got to stuff ourselves with hot food while watching (or in my case, rewatching) one of the most epic displays of badassery that ever graced a movie screen. Seriously. Liam Neeson - please be my dad.

English Extension: We got cake and coffee/mocha and spent the whole double period talking about travelling. Mrs A told us about a trip to Cyprus she took when she was 18 and how she thought she was going to die at the airport because of all the scary guys walking around toting machine guns. It was quite funny actually.

During lunchtime on Wednesday, there was the Teachers vs Students Basketball Game. Watching it was quite a strange experience - mostly because I kept looking at people and thinking, "Hey, you used to be such a midget in Year 7... when exactly did that growth spurt happen?"

All that happened a few days ago.

TODAY, we had our Year 12 picnic and everyone came home with tons of sand in their bikinis. The group prepared our own lunch the night before - Group 1 made cupcakes, Group 2 made sandwiches and pasta, and Group 3 (my group) made a blueberry, swirl cheesecake.

An early picture of the cake we made - isn't it pwetty?? The swirls are made from a blueberry and sugar puree.

Despite getting dunked repeatedly, sunburnt, and having my knees scraped raw, it was still a great day. I finally felt a little bit sad, watching our spastic grade do spastic things on that beach .... but that lasted about as long as Othilia's tuna sandwiches. Then I was back to normal.

Tomorrow morning will be the Formal Assembly and later on that night, the whole grade will be turning up at Curzon Hall for my birthday party. Yes, the whole grade - even those people I hardly talk to will turn up to wish me a Happy 18th - isn't that marvellous??

LOL jokes - who am I kidding? No one wants to go to my birthday party :( *FOREVER ALONE*. BUT they will be turning up for the Year 12 Formal, which happens to be on my birthday, so....

Anyways, that's all that's been happening in my life recently. Despite all the chaos and the impending feeling of DOOM (resulting from the HSC), these last few days have been so fun and memorable. For now, I'm just going to sit back and enjoy the ride. Screw the HSC, screw post-school responsibilities - we've worked 13 years for this moment and we will damn well enjoy the celebrations coming our way.

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Regrets and Dreams

I'm BAAAACCKKKKK!!!

Hehe. After watching Natalie Tran's latest teaser, I just really wanted to say that.

So anyway. It's Saturday. And I just finished working on my EX2 project so I'm in a good mood. (Picture a standard sine graph - my mood is probably at the point t= pi/2). Which means I actually feel like blogging for once. *GASP* A proper blog? As in a post that exceeds 100 words? No way!

Yes way guys. Yes way.

So since this is the last year of school, I must say that I have some regrets. Let me just voice them here.

1) I wish I could have made a band during high school. Like a proper band with ze drums and guitars and keyboards and maybe a cello (cause cellos are cool). It would have been so awesome. I feel like its a staple - during your high school life, you must have attempted to form a band... and failed. But I didn't and I regret it. Maybe it comes from being an introvert... people won't approach you and go, "Hey you! Why don't we form a band?" because you're too busy creeping people out with your unapproachable-ness. Yeah that's probably it.

2) If not a band, I would have at least wanted a singing buddy. This urge has increased the more I listen to stuff from The Civil Wars. Their harmonies are so beautiful. I wish I had someone who wanted to sing stuff like that with me. Don't get me wrong, Tian is a great singing buddy but we tend to muck around, doing stuff like serenading Nancy at recess and lunch, more than we actually "sing". Heck, I don't even have to sing, I just want to make music with someone. They could hand me a triangle and go "let's cover this song" and I would be all like, HELL YEAH. Haha I just realised how cheesy that sounds... "make music with someone". Not in that way guys, not in that way.

3) I regret having felt "stressed" in Years 7-10. WTF man. What was I thinking? I should've just watched more dramas during those years.

4) I regret only having become friends with some people in the last two years. We've had almost SIX YEARS in high school and I only get to know you now?? Oh the wasted years!

5) I regret kind of holing myself into a stereotype. You know how sometimes, spending an insane amount of time with some people turns you into a different person? And then you kind of wonder, is this really the person I am or is this what my context/surroundings have turned me into? What happens if I'd let myself branch out a little? What would my high school life had been like? It's true, your surroundings do shape the person you are. Some people start feeling antsy and break away to explore their potential. Some, like me, feel way too comfortable in their established zones and therefore, don't bother. But that doesn't mean you still don't wonder, right? Okay you probably don't know what I'm going on about. Cheers if you're still reading.

6) I (kind of) regret having dropped music... sometimes. But then I think of EX2 and I think of all the english extension 1 essays I have to write and I'm like, HELL YEAH THANK GOD I DROPPED THAT SHIT.

So yeah those are my regrets. There are probably more but I can't think of them now.

Oh and the other day, I was thinking of what I wished my life would be like in 5-10 years. Seeing as this is real life and things never work out the way you want them to (knowing me, I'd probably end up as a teacher after having failed a Media and Communications Course), I decided I might as well have fun "designing" my dream life on this blog. So here's my dream life in a series of Google Images:

This would be my house, or more specifically, my penthouse:

And before you ask, it would be situated in France somewhere. Which means I would be pretty fluent in French by then.

It's okay, you can laugh at the failed jump shot.

If not a penthouse, I'd just get something else. Nothing fancy y'know. Just like, a mansion maybe.

To afford said penthouse/mansion, I would need to be a high ranking magazine editor. Probably not a fashion magazine though because fashion and I go together like hipsters and Justin Bieber (read = not very compatible):