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The Extent of my Dislike

Not sure if I've ever mentioned this, but I bloody hate English Advanced/Extension so much. Like, if someone came up to me and told me that Fifty Shades of Grey was their favourite book and that Twilight was one of their favourite movies ever made and that  Nat Bassingthwaite was, in their opinion, the greatest judge of X Factor ever and totally awesome at picking songs for Bella Ferraro, my hatred for that person would not exceed my hatred for the subject of English.


.....about the subject of English.
 

So yeah, I really hate high school English - just had to get that off my chest. And if someone finally discovers what use I will have for being able to critically analyse A Doll's House or successfully comparing EBB's sonnets to The Great Gatsby in the future, by all means, please share your views.

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The Formal

Can't be bothered blogging properly so I'm just gonna repost what I wrote on facebook:
 
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LONG MESSAGE IS LONG - I know "thank you" doesn't cover it, but I'm going to try anyway: First off, a massive THANK YOU to everyone who wished me a happy birthday - yes, even if you only said it because everyone else was saying it. I understand. I do that too. lol. THANK YOU to the rainbow, hummer girls - if JK Rowling wrote an 8th HP book and filled it with buttloads of magic and badassery, it would not be half as awesome as you guys. Siriusly. THANKS to the grade for turning up to my b'day party, haha, okay, not really. THANKS to the people who sang "happy birthday" to me while I was on the toilet. Classy girls, real classy. THANKS for all the spastic dancing, great food and Gangnam Style-ing. And last but not least, THANK YOU ALL FOR BEING THE BEST GRADE THAT EVER LIVED. You guys are enthusiastic, friendly, loud, beautiful, smart, bizarre, unique, sexy and extraordinary. My only regret is that there was not enough time - there were so many of you's that I wanted to know better but I guess time just ran out. I will miss you Class of '12 - stay safe, stay optimistic and most of all, STAY HAPPY - that is the whole point of life after all.
 
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Can I just say, I have a whole lot more respect for the hairdressing profession right now. They managed to turn this:


Into this:


HAIRDRESSERS FTW!!  F*ck journalism, I'm gonna go into hairdressing LOL. Jokes.... kinda....
 
Anyhoo, most pictures are up on facebook so I'm not gonna post many here. I'll just upload a few of my favourites. I hope people don't mind me using some of their photos. I was mostly camera-less for the night, haha.
 

 





 
I was flicking through photos and I realised that I have exactly the same expression in every single one of them. It's like the background changes, but my face doesn't.
 
And just for the lols:




Haha, I was definitely cuter before.
 
 

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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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A Day in the Life of Cynthia

Alarm went off at 7:20 am. Tried to get out of bed but failed. Slept for another 20 minutes before rolling onto the ground and stumbling into the bathroom. Asked myself for the fiftieth time, how did I ever manage to wake up early enough to go to SGHS?
 
Car ride to school was.... entertaining. The radio station was playing a crude but hilarious parady of Call Me Maybe. It went something along the lines of:

Hey I just met you,
And this is crazy,
But here's my penis,
So touch it maybe.
 
And all the other girls,
They try to chase me,
But here's my penis,
Let's make some babies.
 
I told you it was crude.
 
After that, The Backstreet Boys came on and Amy, Tian and I sang (badly) the rest of the way to school. Joked about Nancy missing out on the best morning car ride ever.
 
First two periods were free. Decided to be nerdy and do some work. That was probably the most productive hour of my entire day.
 
After recess, Michelle and I had legal studies. Mr G fed us chocolate. Gave us some kind of chocolate biscuit thing as well as a bar of wafer covered in hazelnut chocolate as a reward for getting past the trials. Needless to say, we didn't get much work done after that. Told Mr G that he was sabotaging my attempts to fit into my formal dress in three weeks time. He said not to worry. He would give Michelle and I his suit and both of us could fit into that and still have room to spare. I laughed like a crazy person... it was probably all the chocolate going to my head. I will miss Mr G when we leave. 


 

Somebody mentioned Suits in legal studies and I had an absurd urge to yell out "ISN'T HARVEY SPECTER LIKE THE SEXIEST THING EVERRRRRR???" Thankfully, self-preservation won out and I didn't. Instead, I just thought it and smiled to myself. The man knows how to rock a suit. Everytime he has a scene, that True Blood opening song starts playing in my head. You know the one. It goes something along the lines of,

"But before the night is through / I wanna do bad things to you."


Now you're probably thinking I'm a weirdo, and wondering why you even bother reading this blog. It's okay - you're not the first one to think that (and you're not going to be the last).
 
Had another two free periods. These were spent in the senior study rooms upstairs with Verena and Phoenix. Was in the middle of "studying" when I looked up and realized that there was a green paper waving in front of my face. The paper was poking through the gap that separated seminar room 1 and seminar room 2. Paper got chucked our table so I picked it up and opened it. It read, "Call me maybe" and was followed by somebody's phone number. (I swear, this song was stalking me the whole day). Wrote, "No thank you" followed by a smiley face and tossed it back through the gap. Heard people laughing in the other room. Packed up stuff and went to violin lessons.
 
Violin lessons - also known as the lessons in which I  make horrible, screechy noises resembling those of a goose being throttled, all the while pretending that I'd actually practiced during the week.
 
Lunch came, lunch went. Waited for Othilia to come back to get her bag. She came, picked up the bag and just walked off, leaving me behind - despite us being in the same English class, LOL. You can probably tell by now, I've got really great friends.
 
English was meh. I played around with C's laptop and found out that she has a folder labelled "Naked Men" on her desktop. Hmmm.....
 
Went home, resolved to work hard for the entire night but ended up reading for one a half hours, youtubing and playing guitar before going to piano lessons. Am now back from lessons, with absolutely no intention of doing any work.
 
Is it just me or is the post-trial period making everyone lazy and unmotivated? I know trials were a while ago but I just can't seem to get back into the habit of studying. This is a really bad attititude to have LOL.
 
And that was my very unremarkable day. Thank you for reading.

Oh, and this guy makes me feel happy:
 

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Good Luck Guys

Last post ever - until after trials, I swear. I don't even know why I've blogged so much recently when my time would be better spent studying or something. I think I blog the most when I'm stressed. Yeah, that's probably why. Most people eat ice cream or listen to Taylor Swift songs on full blast. I blog.

Anyway, just wanted to share a gif from that popular tumblr site. Good luck for trials tomorrow everyone!! And be prepared to watch me crash and burn during the creative section! If anyone hears angry sobbing in the hall tomorrow, you can assume that'd be me... after having read the creative stimulus. fml.
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All Whiny and Shit

Your typical teenage post about typical teenage problems. Don't be expecting anything mature and intellectual (as if I ever write intellectual posts anyway).

I want:

To curl up in bed and just sleep past 7:20 every day. I want to stay cooped up at home reading trashy historical romances for 3 hours straight (have just graduated from paranormal romances. My reading preferences reflect the circumstances of my life - they're insubstantial and all over the place). I want The Great Gatsby to self immolate and poof up out of my life. I wish Daisy Buchanan would get run over by a car. I want to watch The Voice tonight. But I can't... cause there's these thing called the HSC which I am a little bit worried about. I want to replace all my english homework with maths homework. I want to stop feeling so unmotivated. I want the weather to warm up. I want to stop freezing my ass off in maths class. I want to stop blogging now because it's cutting into my "study" time.

The Missing Essay

I am freaking out right now. Mr M just asked me how I think I went for the essay part of the English Advanced Half Yearly. I said it wasn't too bad. He said "But you only wrote 3 pages." And I said, "Err no, I'm pretty sure I filled up two booklets, aka 6 pages." (In fact, I remember writing at least 2 booklets for every section). He said, "Hmm, okay, I'll check again." 

So like, half of my essay is somewhere out there - lost among all the other bits and pieces of other people's booklets.

Le sigh.

I Want To Sleep In

I am so mentally exhausted right now. I planned to come home and work on The Project That Shall Not Be Named but I just can't find the will to. My brain is still in holiday mode.

Can....not....go.....on. *collapses on the floor like Djokovic after that 32 shots rally*

I am so sad guys. I miss my trashy novels already :(

I Hear Jerusalem Bells Are Ringing

I am contemplating uploading the violin videos from Presentation Day on this blog. Contemplating. I doubt that will happen though because everytime I look at them, I cringe. Especially Bilge Rat Blues. That one was so craptastic. Oh and the Viva La Vida one makes me laugh because you can clearly see the Year 7s fidgeting at the back. And in every single performance, my face is screwed up in concentration like this: ><'

Well they could've been worse. Plus I doubt anyone really cares or pays attention to us anyway. 90% of the whole assembly is spent going, "Geeeeeez, are we done yet??" and talking to the person next to you. And plus, I had a good workout, running from one end of the hall to the other. You should've seen me man, I was so ninja.

Congrats to the SRC, captains and vice captains today. You guys did a great job. Oh and William, my mum said that you were her favourite presenter LOL. Just wanted to let you know.

Eleventh of the eleventh .... of the eleventh

WARNING - Shameless gushing in the body of this post. Read at your own risk. Seriously. I will not apologise for my shameless gushing lol. I deserve a good gush now and then. It's not like I go up to people and talk about my report. I like to gush inwardly. And on this blog. And I will stop saying the word "gush" now.

GUYSSS I AM VERY HAPPY WITH MY RESULTS :D Yes, even the results for the Year 12 subjects. My lowest rank for this report was 3rd lol. And that was for Modern and considering that I was going up against Year 12's, I am very very very very happy ^^. I came 1st for maths and english which made me very happy as well. It's easy to say you can do maths or that you can do english but being able to do both is such an accomplishing feeling :D MENGLISH ALL THE WAY!!

Eheh yeah, I can't continue talking about results without sounding stuck up or boastful so I'll shut up now.

P.S. GOOD LUCK TOMORROW ANNIE!! YOU'LL DO GREAT!!

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An Extremely Nerdy Post

I have to be very honest here. I become exceptionally wary everytime someone asks me for advice on History Extension and whether it is a subject worth picking up. It's been happening quite frequently recently (mostly because Year 12 is just around the corner) and well, to a lot of people I don't really know what to say.

As you all know I am extremely biased against History Extension. If you haven't picked up on that by now you must be as dense as one of Hagrid's rock cakes. So giving advice to people is really really hard - especially when I already have my own built-in bias towards a subject. To be fair though, it's not that the subject is bad or that the teacher isn't great. It's because it's just such a mentally taxing subject that requires so many hours and hours of input and consolidation.

For example, we get booklets handed out in class which we are supposed to take home and do some "extra reading" on. This is just an excerpt of something we got at the beginning of the year:

"The past, appropriated by historians, is never the past itself, but a past evidenced by its remaining and accessible traces and transformed into historiography through a series of theoretically and methodologically disparate procedures (ideological positionings, tropes, emploments, argumentative modes), such historiography - as articulated in both upper and lower cases - then being subject to a series of uses which are logically infinite but which, in practice, correspond to the range of power bases that exist at any given juncture and spectrum. Understood in this way, as a rhetorical, metaphorical, textual practice governed by distinctive but never homogeneous procedures through which the maintenance/transformation....... etc, etc."

(Source: Rethinking History - Keith Jenkins)

If you understood all that on the first reading then CONGRATULATIONS. YOU MUST BE SOME SORT OF GENIUS OR SOMETHING. It took me at least 4 readings just to understand that paragraph - and then I had to go grab a dictionary and look up every second word to gain a deeper understanding. And you know what was worse? I seemed to have been dumped into a class full of people who had way better literacy skills than me and actually seemed to UNDERSTAND what they were reading. Don't try to prove me wrong. I am entirely justified in having yucky feelings towards said subject.

I am probably not the best person to come to for advice on subject choices anyway. Which reminds me. I was feeling mightily depressed after school today because of maths and the realization that I would have TWELVE periods per week on that subject alone. And then I had a "hallelujah" moment at tutoring where I realised that I could just drop 4 u maths and even do 9 units this year if I wanted to. Cause get this, 9 + 3 = 12!!! So technically, my 9 units next year, plus my 3 units this year would still leave me with 2 extra units.

But then I realised that that logic was based on the assumption that I would do well in this year's HSC exams. So I sunk into spiral-of-despair-v2.

Not that I'm dropping 4u maths. It's just nice knowing that there's a "trampoline" to catch me if I decided that I didn't like what I was doing now.

Okay enough about maths and history and school and all that yucky stuff. Let's have a DW gif spam!!!! YAY!! (haven't done them in a while!)

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And I have finished Series 5 :) I watched the last episode yesterday (even though I promised myself I wouldn't watch any until the exams were over) but come on, it was only one episode.

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And more sexy Matt Smith dance moves.... because one can never have enough sexy Matt Smith dance moves.

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P.S. My mum, who works at a high school as an interpreter, just came into the room and asked me what an "import" was cause she had to translate for some parents tomorrow. Apparently their kid got sent to the principal for calling some guy an "import" and "fob". LOLZ FOREVER. Now my mum can't stop laughing at the definition.

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Taylor Swift, Tattoos and the End of Year 10

Happy Late Halloween? (SHINee style)



I have so much to say but when I start thinking about what to write, a whole lot of nothingness comes rushing out. I'll just leave this window open and type whatever comes to mind while I'm "studying" for history. Also if sentences are my like this it's probably because I'm listening to Taylor Swift's album while typing this (thanks jessica). Taylor Swift + blogging = unintelligible/incoherent/garbled posts :)

"Fear less, hope more;
eat less, chew more;
whine less, breathe more;
talk less, say more;
love more, and all good things will be yours." -
Swedish Proverb

I don't really understand how you can "eat less and chew more" but I guess this one can't be taken too literally. Although, I do like it cause it rhymes.

I will miss Year 10. I'll miss having classes with my friends, especially since most of the subjects I chose for Year 11 are different from theirs'. Everyone's still gonna see each other at lunch, recess and some subjects I guess, but it's not the same is it? Especially since most of us have stuck together since Year 7. I hope we don't drift... That'll be the worst.
Random Pic to separate my paragraphs :)
USUI FTW! XD
Hmm... what has happened since I last blogged? Well, my neighbours moved out. Actually they were kicked out for not having paid their rent for three months. I heard from my dad who heard from my aunty who heard from another neighbour that the police had come one night and told them to pack up their stuff and move out. I walked outside on Monday and saw a white sign stuck on their window and no furniture in their house. They were a bit strange... but I liked hearing the music coming from their house. Their family had awesome singers. It was better than listening to the radio sometimes. I wonder who's going to move in next?


Last night I dreamt that I'd gotten a tattoo and I spent the whole day at school trying to hide it from people. And when I got home, I was fully paranoid that my parents would find out as well. It was such a pretty tattoo though. It made me want to get one in real life - and then I remembered that that would involve needles piercing my skin and injecting some kind of ink into the layer beneath my skin and it would probably hurt.... a lot. Yeh... Reading Ink Exchange before sleeping is not a good influence.
Absolutely fantabulous cover / not-so-good book.

I think I'll stop blogging now. Ja ne~ ^^

Bludgy Classes

Boo... Choosing a jazz song to analyze for music is so hard T_T There's so many to choose from and I want to do a piece which won't make everyone fall asleep. But the ones I want to do don't have sheet music. And the ones that have sheet music aren't really my favourite. But then again, you can't really notate jazz can you; what with all the syncopation and swinging beats and shit...

Oh well no worries, I think I've found the one I want to do. Chehh, it's not like anyone in music class pays attention anyway. Hell, I don't even pay attention myself :P It's like the second most bludgiest class - first would obviously go to High Achievers. I spent the last lesson of HA reading up on horror movies with Nancy and adding more photos to my Taemin picture collection.

If I was to take a photo of what my music class looks like, it would look something like this:

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History Extensions, Insane People & Epiphanies during Math Classes

Today in maths class, I had an epiphany. All these years, I've been ruling a line down my maths book at the 8cm mark. Today, I realised that the halfway mark is actually at 8.5cm :O It all became clear to me then, no wonder it always seemed like one half was bigger than the other! All these years, my maths book has been totally inaccurate. Talk about a breakthrough in the science of maths-book-ruling.

As you can see, my life is very interesting.

But anyway, I only realised this because maths lessons at school are when I tend to space out (juliana, if you're reading this, I can see you rolling your eyes). I think Mr N told my parents at parent-teacher night that I seem "really bored in class" or something like that. Huh, I dunno, maybe its because erm, YOUR VOICE PUTS ME TO SLEEP. Then again, he also started talking about Einstein and Newton to my parents, and asking random students if they had money, so I think its safe to say he wasn't actually making any sense that night. Whatever, point is, no-one gets to call me spaced out but myself.

In music today, Othilia and I started having this argument about who was the more insane one. I swear to you, I am perfectly sane. I may have some neurotic moments (runs in the family, I mean look at Tian), but I am not insane. Othilia on the other hand is not normal. LOL. Yeh, and that's why we started this You-Are-More-Insane-Than-Me argument. Bonnie just sat there and ate Ms H's lollies. Oh by the way, did I forget to mention, us three OWNED THAT QUIZ. All because Bonnie knew her terminology and I knew my key signatures. Heh, no one else knew that B flat minor had 5 flats or that D flat minor had seven flats and one double flat. I guess my piano teacher yelling at me every lesson does have its uses (you know, besides permantly damaging the hearing in my right ear).

Lunch was pretty epic as well. Half the class sought out Mr W at lunch and demanded an extension for the history assignment. He said, "Only if you manage to get a petition with every single person in this class's signature." So that started the biggest collaboration in the history of ... collaborations. There were people running everywhere, trying to round up all the people from 10HE. There were groups who ran all the way to D block to get people to sign the paper. We managed to get EVERY SINGLE SIGNATURE, except for Snez and Anita who were somewhere, but we forged those (LOL). Good enough, considering the size of the school. Anyway the petition was delivered but nooo, Mr W said, "I want proof that the people actually signed this, get everyone in the class to come stand in front of me."

So we did.

It took more running around but we managed to get everyone (all 30 of us) just as the end of lunch bell rang. So he finally relented and gave us our history assignment extension. AWESOME MUCH? Snez and I even made up a warcry:


I don't know but I've been told!
(I don't know but I've been told!)
Give us a history extension or your mighty old!
HISTORY! (extension!)
HISTORY! (extension!)


LOL, who says we're the non-creative grade?Puh-lease.

Anyways, I will now leave you guys with a riddle. People from High Achievers already know the answer so don't spoil it :D






Two American soldiers meet on a bridge. One is the father of the other one's
son. What is there relationship?


P.S. Can someone please tell me whether Merlin is a cultural influence in Australia? It's a British TV show and its based on the Arthurian legends that originate from Britain. Does that make it a cultural influence?

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End of Term 1

This is my second post of the week. Like woah, what has gotten into me. I haven't blogged in a month and a half and suddenly, I've blogged twice in a week. I guess its because it's the:



HOLIDAYS!!!


Such a relief man. Term 1 was so hectic :'( At times it was like I was drowning but I got through it.

1 down; 3 more to go.

I'll just talk a bit about the stuff that happened this term.

I tried out for E-day LOL and totally bombed my audition. It was so FREAKIN SCARY. Like now that I think about it, it shouldn't have been that hard but it was :( I'm such a big chicken these days but when i think about it, I wasn't at all shy when I was small... Anyway, at the end of it, the teachers+students gave me this pitying look; kind of like, "You tried but you sucked." I just can't get over my nervousness. God, I hope I don't have stage fright.

But yeh, for some reason I still got in LOL.

This term, I also found out that Bonnie, Othilia, Tian, Jun and I are going to be playing at the Opera House :D Violin, I mean. The concert is going to be called "Jacaranda" and is part of the "Festival of Instrumental Music". At least that's what it says on my note here but in my opinion it should really be "Festival of the Squawking Geese" because that's what my violin sounds like right now. Oh well, I guess its not that bad compared to my sister's oboe playing. She makes my violin playing sound like a Edward Cullen's voice.

Anyway, So You Think You Can Dance is gonna finish in about a month. I want Jessie, Robbie, Ivy and Philippe(?) to be the Top 4. And I want either Jessie or Robbie to win. Remember these words people. Jessie and Robbie are going to WIN.

Last but not least, here is a game that EVERYONE should play. It's called Boomshine and its seriously the most addictive game in the whole universe.



Click: http://www.k2xl.com/games/boomshine/

You know you want to.

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NEW New Moon Trailer

ZOMG. Have youse seen the new, new moon trailer? It's so awesomely awesome. There's more action and suspense in it. The director looks like he's done a good job with it - I can't wait =D My only regret is that he didn't get to do the first one. That first one was a pitiful excuse for a film. PITIFUL I TELL YOU.

In answer to Anita's question, yes, I still blog :) even though it seems like no one else does...

I'm so proud of myself. I did FOUR of those science assignment thingos today without a break in between. ^^ So proud of myself for not getting sidetracked. I did play some point & click games and dressupgames at the beginning but... that's beside the point.

There's not much to say about school. Umm... in science, our paper mache star was such a FAIL that poor juliana had to do it all again at home. But she said she didn't mind so yeh. Seriously though, our first one looked like something that got run over, pushed back into shape and then jabbed 100 times by some vicious bird. LOL.

My sister's been doing many performances lately. Tonight, she danced at the Gillawarna Festival or some shit like that and my dad recorded the whole show. Guess what song the choir sang? Under the Southern Skies- Nikki Webster :L Brings back memories, doesn't it nanc? *wink wink nudge nudge*

What else did I do at school? Erm.. me, hannah and tian made a halfish-singing group at recess and we sang (atrociously) any of the lame songs we could come up with. In maths, I had the quadratic equation song stuck in my head. I bludged in english cuz I finished english rules (H) and yes I realise none of youse want to hear about these insignificant little details of my life so I'll just stop here.

P.S. I hope people start blogging again... I have nothing to read when I'm bored :(

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WHY DON'T YOU LIKE ME?

SA SA MOKU!!
was the new word I learnt today :) Actually it's supposed to be sa sa baby but I substituited moku (fag) into it. Either way, it's gonna sound weird so w/e.

Tomorrow is the dreaded monologue. At least I hope I get to say it tomorrow cuz I've spent the whole week waiting for my name to be drawn out of the hat. I could've used that time wisely to edit my present speech but I felt too lazy. There were lots of ppl in my class who had really good speeches that were funny/dramatic and compared to them, my speech sucks shit. Oh well... :(

Lunch today was fun :L Othilia, Bonnie and I were standing near the light area and ambushing people - kind of like the mexican wave thingo except everytime someone walked past, we would shout, "WHY DON'T YOU LIKE ME?!?" At first, I kept cracking up and could only say, "WHY DON'T YOU - PFFFFFFF *insert hysterical laughter*" cuz it was too embarassing. I sounded like a crazy person -.-' But in the end, we finally managed to say it without cracking up. Unfortunately, one of the people who walked past was my reading buddy so I'm guessing that on Friday, she's gonna be giving me strange looks while reading.

In music, we had to listen to Ms H play THAT song. I'm not sure but I think she's played THAT song to our class at least 3 times. If I hear her play THAT song one more time, I'm gonna spontaeneously combust. One of the things we're doing in music this term is, we finally get free choice in what song we want to play. I'm thinking of doing Howl's Moving Castle but its a bit complicated cuz 1. there aren't enough parts, and 2. othilia's not sure if she can play it on violin. Ah wells, we've got heaps more time to pick, I guess.

I'm gonna end off here with the two books you MUST READ. When I say must read, I mean READ-OR-ELSE-I'LL-COME-BASH-YOU. ok? ^^

  • Beastly - which I mentioned was gonna be turned into a movie.
  • & The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins

What are you waiting for man? READ.

Monster Gobstopper

Two days ago, I had nothing to do. If you asked me again today, I would tell you that I have too much stuff to do. Funny how life changes like that eh?


Ifeelya, if you're reading this then I'd like to say thanks again for the GINORMOUS Gobstopper XD I'll try to eat it soon and I'll also time how long it takes me to. I'm estimating at least 2 weeks (it is the size of a cricket ball, y'know).

High Achievers was a bit boring today. We played the CSI game again and didn't make much progress. I folded miniature cranes and flowers while Mr Ward screamed at the projection. Later, he blamed us for not helping and started yelling at us as well. LOL.

In music, Stephanie chucked me dirtys.

But at lunch I chucked Stephanie dirtys as well so it evened out.

& then Nancy started chucking poops at us.

Well, that's my all I have to say about school. Right now I have a dilemma - whether to go to japanese camp or not. Thing is, it sounds fun and I want to go but it doesn't seem fair to the other people who wanted to go as well (but weren't able to) :( What do I do...

But anyways, here were the bloopers I was talking about. ( I hope uploading this video doesn't count as using net. It was only for blogging purposes.)


Can someone please explain 0:38? :L

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Gayest of them all

Today, I realised that if you knew my name + school, you could stalk me via google. It would come up with a list of links and one of them led to this page. I've changed the settings now so that people don't stumble onto this page randomly. It's not that I have a problem with randoms, its just that on this page, I sometimes bitch about things that might offend some people...

Like now.

Mr. Downsyndrome, you are a gaybo and I hate you >:( I AM NOT BRINGING SCIENCE WORK TO AMERICA! Like, WTFFF?! Today, when I told him that I wasn't going to be here for four weeks, he gave me a death stare and said, "WHY are you telling this to me now? Do you want me to run around at the last minute preparing work for you?"

Errr.. NO! Who said anything about extra work? Not me. I just wanted you to know that, in case we have anything important coming up. FAR OUT! I already gave a note to the office about my early leave. I've done everything I should've done so just STOP with the why-are-you-not-responsible shit. You can take your science hw and ----- &%$#@

Ms S, you are also a gaybo. Why the hell do I need to go typequick tomorrow to record my results? What's wrong with telling them to you now? During the whole typequick course, I've been staring at my results 10000 times and NOW you call me back to record them. Gee, isn't that smart.

Mr N is also a gaybo - but that's self-explanatory.

Mr. J (tutor), I hate you as well. Why do you have to make me do a test the day before I go? I have a life okay. Please don't make me do a test that I haven't prepared for, espcially one that I didn't even know was on, until the day before.

& who's the gayest of them all, you ask? Well, Ms H of course. She also gave me a you-just-made-my-life-harder-glare when I said I was going to the US. I think she was pissed coz I wasn't going to be here for the test. That's not my problem, I warned her a week ago that I was leaving and she chose to remember now. Again, NOT MY PROBLEM!

Phew, now that I've gotten that out of my system, I feel much better. I can now go back to acting normal at school instead of having a black cloud hanging over me the whole day. I swear, I just wanted some people get struck by lightning today...

Anyway, this is why I need to protect my blog from unwanted visitors. I really don't want people stumbling onto this blog by accident.... especially people who'll get offended by what I write.

I think I'll end off now with a POTO reference (HAHA, you thought that for once, I wasn't going to mention Phantom of the Opera, didn't you? Well tough luck).


(as she attempts to leave the first
time)
Carlotta: Andiamo.
Tutti. No, es finito. Is finished. Get my doggy, bring my doggy. Bye-bye.
Bye-bye, dancing girls. Bye-bye. See you later, because I'm going now. It is
finished.
See you later.
Lefevre: Gentlemen,
good luck. If you need me, I shall be in Australia.

Well, if you need me, I'll (soon) be in america. Goodbye and goodnight :)


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OI YOU! Isn't my car so sexy? (not)

It's a strange day indeed.
Everyone's heard about Michael Jackson so I don't need to explain. I kind of still can't believe though, he was such a BIG celebrity. It just seems like he's too famous to die (& yes, I know that I'm not making sense. Just coz they're celebrities doesn't mean they won't die). I'm guessing that the newspapers tomorrow will have a double spread featuring the life of MJ... Well this is getting all too serious and depressing so, RIP, King of Pop.

Moving on to happier subjects: AFTER A WHOLE WEEK OF PLAYING HEXIC (at least an hour every day), I FINALLY GOT A PEARL. For those who don't know you need 6 stars to get a pearl and to get a star, you need 6 hexagons in a particular shape. Basically, this is VERY VERY DIFFICULT.

& being the stupid idiot that I am, I forgot to print-screen it T_T I'll just show you a picture of my 5 stars... Btw, just ignore the table down the bottom that tells you I'm getting owned by Nancy.


Pretty, yeh?

A while ago, I also played Winterbells on Orisinal and got a SUPER HIGH SCORE. Here it is:


If you're bored try playing it and tell me when you beat my score ;) (P.S the music tends to brainwash you so I suggest you turn it off) : http://www.ferryhalim.com/orisinal/g3/bells.htm

My oh-so-immature cousin drove us back from school today in his new Audi. It was embarassing but quite funny. He picked us up outside school and once we got in, he wound down all the windows (including the one at the top that allows you to stick your head outside). He then turned on some gangsta-like songs and put the volume UP. But of course, what is the fun in that when you don't get to show off?

I swear, people could hear us scream as he turbo-boosted down Prospect Road.

When we got to the traffic-jam part, he had to slow down. The people walking home were giving us WTF looks coz the gangsta music was still on full blast. If that wasn't embarassing enough, he started yelling out random people's names.

Amy: Look, that's Diana!

Manly: Issirt? Let's call her! -
screams in a girly
voice
- HEEEYYY DIANAAA (L)!

(please keep in mind that he doesn't have a clue who diana is)

Yeh, that went on for quite a while. He also said "OI!" to some randoms, including a few seniors + girl in Year 7 that looks like an elf. & because we were in a traffic jam and were going extreemely slow, the people who got screamed a had enough time to give us weird looks as they walked past us. HAHAHA and nancy had to cop most of the stares - since she sat on the side closest to the footpath :P

Moving on now.
It has finally happened! Bonnie and I FINALLY got to learn violin (after 4 weeks of waiting and waiting). It was funny coz the teacher spent 20 minutes teaching us how to hold the bow and violin.

"De bow is like a ship and de violin is the sea. De ship sails on the sea, okay?
Now to hold the bow, ze thumb is the captain and it sits on that part there.
Your middle finger is ze first mate and it goes to meet the captain, so put it
around de bow. The two other fingers are lazy! They REST on de boat like so. Now
the pinky is the sail, it directs ze boat so bend it like this and put it on
top! That is how you hold ze bow. Now we move on to holding the violin..."

Ok, ok, I shouldn't make fun of her accent. She was actually really nice and didn't get impatient with us, even though we struggled with the simplest things (such as holding a bow). Ughh, can't we just ditch the stupid sail/sailors and get a BLOODY MOTOR ENGINE INSTEAD.

Anyways, I really do need to take a shower now. I've been feeling unsanitary since I looked into the toilet bowls in the girls toilets at school (I have perverted friends). Goodbye fellow bloggers and may your minds stay clear of disgusting images.

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