Monday, 30 April 2007 | 6:10 pm
It's on baby, it's on
---An extremely long and boring blabberfest ahead---
Tara and I are having a massive fight. It started in maths. I don't think we'll ever be able to reconcile. We didn't end up bitch slapping each other or ignoring each other for the rest of the day. No, we're too mature for that. It all started when I teased Tara about her popularity with the males, and we started arguing. *sigh* We wrote down a list of all the guys that have asked us out/hinted at liking us in the past 5 years. It's like, a competition now. See, I said more guys liked her, and she said more guys liked me. My list for her is totally kicking butt, eight guys have liked her so far which is...one more than me. See! Told you more guys like YOU! Haha, we're not really fighting, much. She's just trying to increase my list but I'm SO going to win :)
Obviously, we get really bored in methods. The drawings below are testament to that. If you look closely you can even see Rowena toilet and Jeremy toilet. Aptly named for their resemblance to toilet door signs.
Tara is the huge head on top, looking a bit like Johnny Depp's character from Pirates of the Carribean. Ashwyn's the one on bottom left, and I bottom right. Don't you just love my artistic talent?
On a different subject altogether, I started re-reading The Time Traveler's Wife by Audrey Niffenegger today, after a certain episode occurred at lunch. Anyway, the book was labelled "the next Lovely Bones...a rare book" by Evening Standard. I've actually read Lovely Bones and they're both really good and very original, they have quite a similar effect on the reader. I know most of you probably have not read either of these books, and probably will NOT go read this book unless Michelle tells you to (ala Memoirs of a Geisha)...but I really recommend it. It's basic genre is romance, and it's incredibly sad. Here's the blurb:
This is the extraordinary love story of Clare and Henry who met when Clare was six and Henry thirty-six, and were married when Clare was twenty-two and Henry thirty. Impossible, but true, because Henry suffers from a rare condition where his genetic clock periodically resets and he finds himself pulled suddenly into his past or future. In the face of this force they can neither prevent nor control, Henry and Clare's struggle to lead normal lives is both intensely moving and entirely unforgettable.
Reminds me of something. Does anyone believe in love/like at first sight? The first time I met someone I cared about, and they looked at me, really LOOKED at me. For a moment, everything was still...I won't forget. I promise I won't mention it again unless you ask really nicely, or if aforementioned someone dares look at me like that again; I will probably slap them.
Sorry darlings, changing topic again. Today I realized I don't have any talent. I know, that's probably a pretty harsh thing for me to say, but it's about myself so nobody has permission to complain. I mean, I can play the piano but I lack any kind of creativity. I can play the saxophone but I don't practice, I'm crap and still can't improvise using the 12 bar blues. I can draw, but well, you've seen the picture above, pretty self-explanatory really. I can sing, but my parents said I sounded like a cat that has a firecracker up its arse (haha they didn't really say that, they looked at me like that's what they wanted to say). I can write, but what's the point if nobody reads what you write?
Don't get me wrong, I'm not too upset about it. Just amazed that in 16 years I haven't managed to find something I'm truly good at. Someone recently told me I looked unimaginative and boring. I thought, HEY, you know....you're right. Unless I have some kind of cool talent hidden up my sleeve or somewhere underneath ten thousand layers of clothing (it's nearly winter!), you're RIGHT. Being boring sucks. I will go back to being unsociable and reading books all the time. That will solve all my problems ^^. There's a bright side too, at least I'm not stupid.
My mum pulled the biggest no-brainer yesterday. She made...wait for it, pea soup with NO peas _ _" Does anyone else see the problem with this? You may ask me why I can't cook, well here's your answer...
Tara and I are having a massive fight. It started in maths. I don't think we'll ever be able to reconcile. We didn't end up bitch slapping each other or ignoring each other for the rest of the day. No, we're too mature for that. It all started when I teased Tara about her popularity with the males, and we started arguing. *sigh* We wrote down a list of all the guys that have asked us out/hinted at liking us in the past 5 years. It's like, a competition now. See, I said more guys liked her, and she said more guys liked me. My list for her is totally kicking butt, eight guys have liked her so far which is...one more than me. See! Told you more guys like YOU! Haha, we're not really fighting, much. She's just trying to increase my list but I'm SO going to win :)
Obviously, we get really bored in methods. The drawings below are testament to that. If you look closely you can even see Rowena toilet and Jeremy toilet. Aptly named for their resemblance to toilet door signs.
On a different subject altogether, I started re-reading The Time Traveler's Wife by Audrey Niffenegger today, after a certain episode occurred at lunch. Anyway, the book was labelled "the next Lovely Bones...a rare book" by Evening Standard. I've actually read Lovely Bones and they're both really good and very original, they have quite a similar effect on the reader. I know most of you probably have not read either of these books, and probably will NOT go read this book unless Michelle tells you to (ala Memoirs of a Geisha)...but I really recommend it. It's basic genre is romance, and it's incredibly sad. Here's the blurb:
This is the extraordinary love story of Clare and Henry who met when Clare was six and Henry thirty-six, and were married when Clare was twenty-two and Henry thirty. Impossible, but true, because Henry suffers from a rare condition where his genetic clock periodically resets and he finds himself pulled suddenly into his past or future. In the face of this force they can neither prevent nor control, Henry and Clare's struggle to lead normal lives is both intensely moving and entirely unforgettable.
Reminds me of something. Does anyone believe in love/like at first sight? The first time I met someone I cared about, and they looked at me, really LOOKED at me. For a moment, everything was still...I won't forget. I promise I won't mention it again unless you ask really nicely, or if aforementioned someone dares look at me like that again; I will probably slap them.
Sorry darlings, changing topic again. Today I realized I don't have any talent. I know, that's probably a pretty harsh thing for me to say, but it's about myself so nobody has permission to complain. I mean, I can play the piano but I lack any kind of creativity. I can play the saxophone but I don't practice, I'm crap and still can't improvise using the 12 bar blues. I can draw, but well, you've seen the picture above, pretty self-explanatory really. I can sing, but my parents said I sounded like a cat that has a firecracker up its arse (haha they didn't really say that, they looked at me like that's what they wanted to say). I can write, but what's the point if nobody reads what you write?
Don't get me wrong, I'm not too upset about it. Just amazed that in 16 years I haven't managed to find something I'm truly good at. Someone recently told me I looked unimaginative and boring. I thought, HEY, you know....you're right. Unless I have some kind of cool talent hidden up my sleeve or somewhere underneath ten thousand layers of clothing (it's nearly winter!), you're RIGHT. Being boring sucks. I will go back to being unsociable and reading books all the time. That will solve all my problems ^^. There's a bright side too, at least I'm not stupid.
My mum pulled the biggest no-brainer yesterday. She made...wait for it, pea soup with NO peas _ _" Does anyone else see the problem with this? You may ask me why I can't cook, well here's your answer...
Sunday, 29 April 2007 | 9:51 pm
EW! What ugly children! - Class of '07
The title says it all really. Click for a close-up, but why you would want to do that is beyond me.
---disclaimer---
I will not be held accountable for any damage to your eyesight or mental health. If you fall crazily in love with me, well sucks to be you; stupid AND blind.
Box Hill Year 12 Page 1
Box Hill Year 12 Page 2
Hah! I look evil
I didn't really mean it sucks to be you.
Love,
Mel
| 9:10 pm
Immunize the damn child!
I'm not looking forward to our cervical cancer immunizations. People have told me it hurts, namely Moonda...in her usual exaggerated way. I got the form off Mrs. Willshire twice because I lost it the first time. I should have told her not to bother with the information sheets; my mum signed the consent form without even asking or reading what I was getting immunized for. I see endless possibilities arising, with my mum's knack of signing things without knowing what they're for.
One thing that I thought funny was the "Sex: Male or Female" part of our lilac HPV immunization consent card. I mean, it's not like males even HAVE a cervix so I wonder what use they thought the immunization would be.
I had Chinese School again today. Sat behind that couple again. This is SO getting old. I should wise up and sit somewhere else, but no, yet again I found myself at the mercy of their cute coupley-ness. I think I've figured out why I hate them so much. Okay, I don't hate them...I'm...JEALOUS of them?!? Ouch there goes my pride. Stupid couples (love you Tara and Ashwyn). Well not that my current status is anybodies fault but my own. I'm too...weird. Audrey has blogged about this, during the holidays. She has probably put it a bit more eloquently than I, but I suppose it's the same idea really. I mean, what's the point if we're only going to break up. It's not like I'm planning on getting married anytime soon. I'm not even going to say that I'll end up a nun, because someone told me you have to get married to God. I see how that works in theory, but well....no.
Marriage sucks, especially if you're my parents. Therefore, don't get married.
I think that's simple enough. I should be able to follow that...or I could end up like someone foretold, in an stupid/loveless/crappy relationship. Yes, somebody actually said that to me. I think I will go crawl into a hole and do chemistry homework. Just kidding, about the hole, I really DO have chem homework.
With love,
Mel
Pee.ess - I have a strangely satisfying feeling from cheating the system and downloading four albums off Limewire (sharing is caring!). If you're curious, I got the latest two McFly albums (Just My Luck and Motion In The Ocean), the Hush Sound album (Like Vines) and the Hoobastank album (Every Man For His Own). It's very rare that I find any album where I like almost every single song, but three in one day? Loving The Hush Sound and McFly! Every Man For His Own isn't that good, there's only one song I like; "Inside of you" it's SO wrong, but sounds awesome. Yes I know, they all came out last year. So what? They're still good!
One thing that I thought funny was the "Sex: Male or Female" part of our lilac HPV immunization consent card. I mean, it's not like males even HAVE a cervix so I wonder what use they thought the immunization would be.
I had Chinese School again today. Sat behind that couple again. This is SO getting old. I should wise up and sit somewhere else, but no, yet again I found myself at the mercy of their cute coupley-ness. I think I've figured out why I hate them so much. Okay, I don't hate them...I'm...JEALOUS of them?!? Ouch there goes my pride. Stupid couples (love you Tara and Ashwyn). Well not that my current status is anybodies fault but my own. I'm too...weird. Audrey has blogged about this, during the holidays. She has probably put it a bit more eloquently than I, but I suppose it's the same idea really. I mean, what's the point if we're only going to break up. It's not like I'm planning on getting married anytime soon. I'm not even going to say that I'll end up a nun, because someone told me you have to get married to God. I see how that works in theory, but well....no.
Marriage sucks, especially if you're my parents. Therefore, don't get married.
I think that's simple enough. I should be able to follow that...or I could end up like someone foretold, in an stupid/loveless/crappy relationship. Yes, somebody actually said that to me. I think I will go crawl into a hole and do chemistry homework. Just kidding, about the hole, I really DO have chem homework.
With love,
Mel
Pee.ess - I have a strangely satisfying feeling from cheating the system and downloading four albums off Limewire (sharing is caring!). If you're curious, I got the latest two McFly albums (Just My Luck and Motion In The Ocean), the Hush Sound album (Like Vines) and the Hoobastank album (Every Man For His Own). It's very rare that I find any album where I like almost every single song, but three in one day? Loving The Hush Sound and McFly! Every Man For His Own isn't that good, there's only one song I like; "Inside of you" it's SO wrong, but sounds awesome. Yes I know, they all came out last year. So what? They're still good!
Friday, 27 April 2007 | 8:42 pm
Imprints on the wet cement of my soul
Where do our parents end and we begin? I mean, I have friends who are basically carbon copies of their mother or father or both. Has anyone seen White Oleander? If you have, then you know what I'm talking about. It's a good movie, you should watch it.
Our parents teach us what to believe and guide us the only way they know how. I admit that I'm like my parents, not just inheriting their bad genes (crappy eyesight, bad skin, weird degenerative knee illnesses and bad blood flow?) but also inheriting their fears, insecurities and all manner of personality problems. Yes, I'm sneaky and independent just like mum and overly analytical just like dad. Are we really defined by our parents and shaped by their experiences? I'd like to think that we had some say in the matter, but we probably don't. I've seen my parents and to be honest, I never want to be like them. They're SCARY (and old)!
I guess if it's any consolation, we can learn from their mistakes and make new ones for ourselves...some consolation...
Didn't do much today. I'm so not ready for the cold/windy/rainy season. I wish I could go into hibernation, then nobody will have to suffer; watching me sneeze and sniffle my way through yet another biology class. I swear, I'm like the roses they put at the end of a row of grapevines. Just watch me, I'm a good indicator of whether there are any illnesses lurking about because I'll probably catch whatever it is first. Oh I hate Autumn.
If I'm not already sick after an attack of Autumn, then Winter will surely do me in. Down here it gets cold but it NEVER SNOWS! It's a browny-greyish affair made worse by the fact that its NOT CHRISTMAS! Then everyone grows inches of leg hair and body fat to try and keep warm which is a bitch to wax/lose when the warmer weather arrives. This year I'm going to rug up and actually try to stay warm, instead of wearing nice summer clothes. Stuff you, you can't see my legs anyway. Oh I hate Winter.
I'm not really looking forward to Spring either, where I will be sneezing and sniffling whether I like it or not, stupid bloody hayfever. Well I can watch spring from my window :) no need to venture outside until the last of those pollinating flowers have disappeared. If only I could just get out of school for three months. Someone should tell those stupid plants to use protection and stop trying to reproduce, it's not safe sharing pollen, they can catch diseases like that. Hopefully all my hayfever woes will miraculously disappear. There's also the risk of stumbling upon fornicating cows, birds, dogs, cats, ferrets and any other kind of sexually reproducing animal. Walking through the park is dangerously X-rated. STAY INSIDE YOU UNDER-18s! Oh I hate Spring.
For the record, Summer sucks too, but that's next year so I don't have to think about it yet.
Melbourne is SO the wrong place for me to live, but I love it anyway.
Our parents teach us what to believe and guide us the only way they know how. I admit that I'm like my parents, not just inheriting their bad genes (crappy eyesight, bad skin, weird degenerative knee illnesses and bad blood flow?) but also inheriting their fears, insecurities and all manner of personality problems. Yes, I'm sneaky and independent just like mum and overly analytical just like dad. Are we really defined by our parents and shaped by their experiences? I'd like to think that we had some say in the matter, but we probably don't. I've seen my parents and to be honest, I never want to be like them. They're SCARY (and old)!
I guess if it's any consolation, we can learn from their mistakes and make new ones for ourselves...some consolation...
Didn't do much today. I'm so not ready for the cold/windy/rainy season. I wish I could go into hibernation, then nobody will have to suffer; watching me sneeze and sniffle my way through yet another biology class. I swear, I'm like the roses they put at the end of a row of grapevines. Just watch me, I'm a good indicator of whether there are any illnesses lurking about because I'll probably catch whatever it is first. Oh I hate Autumn.
If I'm not already sick after an attack of Autumn, then Winter will surely do me in. Down here it gets cold but it NEVER SNOWS! It's a browny-greyish affair made worse by the fact that its NOT CHRISTMAS! Then everyone grows inches of leg hair and body fat to try and keep warm which is a bitch to wax/lose when the warmer weather arrives. This year I'm going to rug up and actually try to stay warm, instead of wearing nice summer clothes. Stuff you, you can't see my legs anyway. Oh I hate Winter.
I'm not really looking forward to Spring either, where I will be sneezing and sniffling whether I like it or not, stupid bloody hayfever. Well I can watch spring from my window :) no need to venture outside until the last of those pollinating flowers have disappeared. If only I could just get out of school for three months. Someone should tell those stupid plants to use protection and stop trying to reproduce, it's not safe sharing pollen, they can catch diseases like that. Hopefully all my hayfever woes will miraculously disappear. There's also the risk of stumbling upon fornicating cows, birds, dogs, cats, ferrets and any other kind of sexually reproducing animal. Walking through the park is dangerously X-rated. STAY INSIDE YOU UNDER-18s! Oh I hate Spring.
For the record, Summer sucks too, but that's next year so I don't have to think about it yet.
Melbourne is SO the wrong place for me to live, but I love it anyway.
Wednesday, 25 April 2007 | 9:46 pm
Nothing to do with Procreation
Has any of you girls noticed that just before 'that time of month' you get a surge of creativity? Like you suddenly want to draw, write, compose or...create? Seriously, I don't mean making babies, though I suppose if you were an older woman having an attack of maternal insticts...haha I won't say it, I'm sure you guys are capable of putting two and two together. Especially if you have done biology. Anyway, whenever I do something creative just before 'that time of month', it always turns out better than any other time. I bet Rachel is blushing, okay I'll change topic.
I went to a barbecue at Uncle Lai's house. There were no hot guys, moving on...
A few questions popped up while I was doing chemistry homework, such as:
-Would you rather have armpit hair that grew abundantly or grew quickly?
-Does leg hair grow towards light?
-Why do my cheek muscles not have a six-pack even thought I smile a lot?
-WHY IS CHEM SO DAMN BORING?
I don't think any of these questions have answers. Just like "which came first, the chicken or the egg?" and "what is the meaning of life?". Or maybe they do have answers and nobody wants to tell me. Maybe everyone thinks that knowledge is a dangerous thing...when given to me.
I went to a barbecue at Uncle Lai's house. There were no hot guys, moving on...
A few questions popped up while I was doing chemistry homework, such as:
-Would you rather have armpit hair that grew abundantly or grew quickly?
-Does leg hair grow towards light?
-Why do my cheek muscles not have a six-pack even thought I smile a lot?
-WHY IS CHEM SO DAMN BORING?
I don't think any of these questions have answers. Just like "which came first, the chicken or the egg?" and "what is the meaning of life?". Or maybe they do have answers and nobody wants to tell me. Maybe everyone thinks that knowledge is a dangerous thing...when given to me.
Tuesday, 24 April 2007 | 11:57 pm
Sleepy days
It's the day before Anzac Day! Though I really appreciate the fact that we have a day off tomorrow, but I would gladly trade in my day off for the lives of all those soldiers that died.
Had a math test and Chinese SAC today. Pretty sure I failed the test because I didn't bother to study. The SAC was okay because we'd done it before.
Double lit was alright. We had to read Hamlet aloud. I'm King Claudius. I've noticed that I always end up voicing the evil/dubious characters. In our previous play Cosi, I read Cherry's part. Last year, I read Lady Macbeth from (obviously) Macbeth. I'm not too good, stumbling on the awkwardness of Shakespeare's language but it's actually quite fun. Then things started getting sexual. Sebastien is in our class and he twists all the words so they have sexual connotations. "He's French..." said Mr Charls. Too bad he's got the part of Hamlet, we'll have to endure at least another week of his disgusting comments. The sickness caught on and everyone was laughing at dirty jokes. Eg. "His father got laid six feet under" "EW!!"
Aaanyway, after school I went to buy Vincent's birthday present from MSY in Box Hill. He wanted a gaming keyboard...so everyone pitched in and bought it for him. Seriously, males are so weird. Chris and Mouse came with me, Mouse left and Chris waited with me for Vincent and his friends to arrive. I met Vincent in the food court, then we walked to near the escalators and met Jonno! Very coincidental. I thought he was with this girl who kept saying "Melissa!...Melissa?" I didn't recognize her so I kind of just waved and said hi. She was like "don't you remember me?" and I was like..."uh...no." Turns out she was a primary school friend, and I actually DID remember her, but she looked so different! The world is so small, I keep bumping into people, quite literally because I'm very unco. Vincent and Mateuyaz (or something like that) walked me home.
At home, I attempted some homework then got ready to go to Vincent's birthday party. He's so YOUNG! Dinner was okay. Dropped food on myself, dropped my chopsticks and nearly got poked in the eye but other than that it was quite fun! Went to Safeway to get food then went to Vincent's house. My dad came and drove us back there for cake, then he wouldn't leave.
Everyone sat around singing and listening to music. After an hour and a half of that we went out to the park (around 11ish) and tried to make a sparkler bomb. Vincent and I had a race, James was in the race too but his pants fell down so he was disqualified. We hid behind and tree and scared people that walked past. Then James decided to pee behind a tree, which would have been fine if the tree wasn't ON A ROUND-A-BOUT in the MIDDLE OF THE ROAD! That boy is very qi guai I tell you. After the sparkler bomb, everyone started leaving. Jonno wanted to stay longer (because he's a pyromaniac and wanted to see the big bomb) but in the end we just left. Drove him home...and nearly ran over his letterbox. I'm home now and really tired so GOODNIGHT!
With love,
Mel
Had a math test and Chinese SAC today. Pretty sure I failed the test because I didn't bother to study. The SAC was okay because we'd done it before.
Double lit was alright. We had to read Hamlet aloud. I'm King Claudius. I've noticed that I always end up voicing the evil/dubious characters. In our previous play Cosi, I read Cherry's part. Last year, I read Lady Macbeth from (obviously) Macbeth. I'm not too good, stumbling on the awkwardness of Shakespeare's language but it's actually quite fun. Then things started getting sexual. Sebastien is in our class and he twists all the words so they have sexual connotations. "He's French..." said Mr Charls. Too bad he's got the part of Hamlet, we'll have to endure at least another week of his disgusting comments. The sickness caught on and everyone was laughing at dirty jokes. Eg. "His father got laid six feet under" "EW!!"
Aaanyway, after school I went to buy Vincent's birthday present from MSY in Box Hill. He wanted a gaming keyboard...so everyone pitched in and bought it for him. Seriously, males are so weird. Chris and Mouse came with me, Mouse left and Chris waited with me for Vincent and his friends to arrive. I met Vincent in the food court, then we walked to near the escalators and met Jonno! Very coincidental. I thought he was with this girl who kept saying "Melissa!...Melissa?" I didn't recognize her so I kind of just waved and said hi. She was like "don't you remember me?" and I was like..."uh...no." Turns out she was a primary school friend, and I actually DID remember her, but she looked so different! The world is so small, I keep bumping into people, quite literally because I'm very unco. Vincent and Mateuyaz (or something like that) walked me home.
At home, I attempted some homework then got ready to go to Vincent's birthday party. He's so YOUNG! Dinner was okay. Dropped food on myself, dropped my chopsticks and nearly got poked in the eye but other than that it was quite fun! Went to Safeway to get food then went to Vincent's house. My dad came and drove us back there for cake, then he wouldn't leave.
Everyone sat around singing and listening to music. After an hour and a half of that we went out to the park (around 11ish) and tried to make a sparkler bomb. Vincent and I had a race, James was in the race too but his pants fell down so he was disqualified. We hid behind and tree and scared people that walked past. Then James decided to pee behind a tree, which would have been fine if the tree wasn't ON A ROUND-A-BOUT in the MIDDLE OF THE ROAD! That boy is very qi guai I tell you. After the sparkler bomb, everyone started leaving. Jonno wanted to stay longer (because he's a pyromaniac and wanted to see the big bomb) but in the end we just left. Drove him home...and nearly ran over his letterbox. I'm home now and really tired so GOODNIGHT!
With love,
Mel
Sunday, 22 April 2007 | 2:39 pm
Here's to Love
Kiss Me by Sixpence None the RicherI really like this song even though it's probably really old. The visual is just a montage of different film kisses.
Pee.ess - The Melissa that made the clip is not ME, it's some other Melissa, I'm not that talented
I really like this song even though it's probably really old. The visual is just a montage of different film kisses.
Pee.ess - The Melissa that made the clip is not ME, it's some other Melissa, I'm not that talented
Saturday, 21 April 2007 | 9:58 pm
春风吹...
The spring wind blows our way...can you smell love in the air? This post is about Tara, who has finally managed to get herself a boyfriend. About bloody time, I was getting sick of you always hitting on me in math class. On occasion, I've caught you surreptitiously watching me (and Dylan) from under your eyelashes. I'm sorry it couldn't work out between us, but I think we're better off as friends anyway.
Some of you know, but most of you don't...TARA AND ASHWYN ARE GOING OUT! Yes this is a public service announcement. It would benefit the public greatly if you didn't interfere with this relationship or you will have ME to deal with. I guess I should tell you the full story...
Ashwyn finally plucked up the courage to ask Tara to the formal on the last Friday of the holidays (after she asked him to the deb, way to go darling, colour co-ordination is the key *winkwink* no I'm NOT being racist). I particularly liked the way he asked her, even though it was potentially vomit-inducing. Face to face, mano e [wo]mano. He scored some serious brownie points for that! She was undecided but said she would go on the first day back [Monday], and OHMYGOSH! they're going out. I will return back to my serious self, sorry, I got a bit carried away there.
In previous posts I mentioned a certain bus buddy who was facing a dilemma. I was talking about Tara. I guess she didn't spread the word because she wanted to face her parents first. She did it, today. She faced her fears and talked to her parents about how much she liked Ashwyn and they are okay with it! I'm so PROUD of you! I think Ashwyn was more nervous than her, but tomorrow is the 'meet the parents' dinner and he is going to be ripped to shreds like Gabriel Focker, except Ashwyn is so much hotter and I'm really sorry for teasing you about Rowena's party. Just kidding, but you're still hot (sucking up much?).
I'm really happy for you guys but you could've have at least tried to keep your secret better. Holding hands and making out in public is NOT the way to go, Fishman was totally onto you. Oh, and while I'm on this anti-coupley-behaviour tirade, I'm SO SICK of being a lamp post. The least you could do is find me a hot guy so I'd look less lonely. Geez, happy loving couples are so selfish. SPARE A THOUGHT (or a dollar) FOR THE LOVELESS!
Aside from that, I'm really happy you guys are together. Tara really likes Ashwyn (I know because she told me) and Ashwyn likes her back, I wish you guys all the best. The net isn't very personal, but you know I mean what I'm saying. I did a happy dance in your honour!
Congratulations guys!
Mel
Pee.ess - Don't go searching the definition of mano e mano on Google. It's is ridiculous the amount of sick websites out there. Celibacy is the best contraception, stay in school and don't do drugs! That being said, in these circumstances I seriously doubt the participants will ever get pregnant...
Some of you know, but most of you don't...TARA AND ASHWYN ARE GOING OUT! Yes this is a public service announcement. It would benefit the public greatly if you didn't interfere with this relationship or you will have ME to deal with. I guess I should tell you the full story...
Ashwyn finally plucked up the courage to ask Tara to the formal on the last Friday of the holidays (after she asked him to the deb, way to go darling, colour co-ordination is the key *winkwink* no I'm NOT being racist). I particularly liked the way he asked her, even though it was potentially vomit-inducing. Face to face, mano e [wo]mano. He scored some serious brownie points for that! She was undecided but said she would go on the first day back [Monday], and OHMYGOSH! they're going out. I will return back to my serious self, sorry, I got a bit carried away there.
In previous posts I mentioned a certain bus buddy who was facing a dilemma. I was talking about Tara. I guess she didn't spread the word because she wanted to face her parents first. She did it, today. She faced her fears and talked to her parents about how much she liked Ashwyn and they are okay with it! I'm so PROUD of you! I think Ashwyn was more nervous than her, but tomorrow is the 'meet the parents' dinner and he is going to be ripped to shreds like Gabriel Focker, except Ashwyn is so much hotter and I'm really sorry for teasing you about Rowena's party. Just kidding, but you're still hot (sucking up much?).
I'm really happy for you guys but you could've have at least tried to keep your secret better. Holding hands and making out in public is NOT the way to go, Fishman was totally onto you. Oh, and while I'm on this anti-coupley-behaviour tirade, I'm SO SICK of being a lamp post. The least you could do is find me a hot guy so I'd look less lonely. Geez, happy loving couples are so selfish. SPARE A THOUGHT (or a dollar) FOR THE LOVELESS!
Aside from that, I'm really happy you guys are together. Tara really likes Ashwyn (I know because she told me) and Ashwyn likes her back, I wish you guys all the best. The net isn't very personal, but you know I mean what I'm saying. I did a happy dance in your honour!
Congratulations guys!
Mel
Pee.ess - Don't go searching the definition of mano e mano on Google. It's is ridiculous the amount of sick websites out there. Celibacy is the best contraception, stay in school and don't do drugs! That being said, in these circumstances I seriously doubt the participants will ever get pregnant...
| 7:06 pm
Tail of the past
So we come a full circle. This sucks, hopefully it'll all blow over in a couple of days. Or it could end like last time, with my brother in hospital. It annoys me that I can't do anything. I'm the kind of person who likes to find a problem and fix it. I can't fix this though, it's not my fight. I'll just keep hoping it gets better for everyone.
With love,
Mel
With love,
Mel
Friday, 20 April 2007 | 4:34 pm
You make me...
Hey everyone! Yesterday I skipped breakfast because I was running late, so I was sick after chem. Had a massive headache after inhaling zinc and sulphuric acid fumes. I went to Box Hill to meet my mum and get a massage but I skipped the massage and had lunch instead. I think I must have ate too fast, because as soon as I got home I threw it all up. What a waste of sushi. Well at least I got to taste it all again...
Thanks heaps Chan for making sure I got home okay!
Today I spent the first double in maths laughing at Tara and a certain someone. It was all good-natured though. So cute! I told her the real reason I threw up, because I had to think of her making out with this certain someone, but I was just kidding ^^ everyone knows Dylan likes you!
And now for something completely different. I got a forward from my uncle and I thought it was some pretty valuable advice so I'm going to post it here:
A well known speaker started off his seminar by holding up a $20 note.
"Who would like this $20 note?" he asked the audience. Hands started going up.
"I'm going to give this $20 note to one of you, but first, let me do this". He proceeded to crumple up the note.
"Who still wants it?" The hands were still up.
"What if I do this?" With that, the speaker dropped the note to the ground and started grinding it into the floor with his shoe. He picked the $20 up, crumpled and dirty.
"Now, who still wants it?" he asked. Still, the hands were in the air.
No matter what he did to the money, people still wanted it. It did not decrease it value, it was still worth $20. Many times in our lives, we are dropped, crumpled and ground into the dirt by the choices we make and the situations that arise. We feel as though we are worthless, but that is completely untrue! Just like the money, no matter what happens, or what may happen, we never lose our value. Dirty, clean, crumpled or firmly pressed, we are still PRICELESS to those who love us.
We are SPECIAL!
With love,
Mel
Thanks heaps Chan for making sure I got home okay!
Today I spent the first double in maths laughing at Tara and a certain someone. It was all good-natured though. So cute! I told her the real reason I threw up, because I had to think of her making out with this certain someone, but I was just kidding ^^ everyone knows Dylan likes you!
And now for something completely different. I got a forward from my uncle and I thought it was some pretty valuable advice so I'm going to post it here:
A well known speaker started off his seminar by holding up a $20 note.
"Who would like this $20 note?" he asked the audience. Hands started going up.
"I'm going to give this $20 note to one of you, but first, let me do this". He proceeded to crumple up the note.
"Who still wants it?" The hands were still up.
"What if I do this?" With that, the speaker dropped the note to the ground and started grinding it into the floor with his shoe. He picked the $20 up, crumpled and dirty.
"Now, who still wants it?" he asked. Still, the hands were in the air.
No matter what he did to the money, people still wanted it. It did not decrease it value, it was still worth $20. Many times in our lives, we are dropped, crumpled and ground into the dirt by the choices we make and the situations that arise. We feel as though we are worthless, but that is completely untrue! Just like the money, no matter what happens, or what may happen, we never lose our value. Dirty, clean, crumpled or firmly pressed, we are still PRICELESS to those who love us.
We are SPECIAL!
With love,
Mel
Wednesday, 18 April 2007 | 4:45 pm
Making the first cut
Ah geez. Most people already know about Rowena's fancy dress party. I've decided to come as a Japanese ghost, like Xiang Qin in It Started With A Kiss. I'm going to have the white face makeup and red pouty lips too. It's going to be so fun, BUT I have to make my own kimono.
I have about a month, so I thought I'd start now seeing as I have no work to do. The only thing that I could find in the wardrobe was a giant light pink bedsheet so that's going to be my practise one until I can buy white cloth. Nobody told me it was going to be so hard just making the first cut. Logic tells me I'll have plenty left over if i stuff up, but still, I'm scared.
Also, I can't use the sewing machine because: ONE I don't know how and TWO my mum will notice if I take it. That means all the sewing will be done by hand. I'm so screwed...what have I gotten myself into...
I better stop procrastinating and start cutting
With love,
Mel
pee.ess - last night I drove on main roads for the first time! I thought you might like to know...
I have about a month, so I thought I'd start now seeing as I have no work to do. The only thing that I could find in the wardrobe was a giant light pink bedsheet so that's going to be my practise one until I can buy white cloth. Nobody told me it was going to be so hard just making the first cut. Logic tells me I'll have plenty left over if i stuff up, but still, I'm scared.
Also, I can't use the sewing machine because: ONE I don't know how and TWO my mum will notice if I take it. That means all the sewing will be done by hand. I'm so screwed...what have I gotten myself into...
I better stop procrastinating and start cutting
With love,
Mel
pee.ess - last night I drove on main roads for the first time! I thought you might like to know...
Tuesday, 17 April 2007 | 4:41 pm
Safety and Sanctuary
Massacre. What a terrible word. I doubt I could truly understand its meaning seeing as I've never been in a situation like that. This morning, the horrible news of the Virginia Tech shooting were broadcast on every radio and every television. 32 victims died at Virginia Tech in a senseless act of murder. 33 including in the gunman. It really makes you think doesn't it? Imagine how the parents and families of the victims felt.
George Bush said of the shooting, "schools should be places of safety and sanctuary in learning. When that sanctuary is violated, the impact is felt in every American classroom and every American community."
A massacre of any kind is not something that would happen in Australia is it? Unfortunately not true.
Nearly 11 years ago (28 April 1996), 35 people were killed and 37 wounded at Port Arthur in Tasmania. Keep in mind that Port Arthur was a popular tourist location. The attack was obviously premeditated. The gunman arrived there with all his guns and ammunition. He started at the cafe, shooting the customers at point blank range. One mother threw herself over her daughter to protect her. The gunman shot the mother in the back, then the daughter in the head. The mother survived and later learned in hospital that her daughter was dead. From there he went to the gift shop and the car park, shooting everyone he could see. He got into his car and drove towards the entrance, along the way SLOWING DOWN to shoot a mother and her two daughters Alannah (6) and Madeline (3). If those names sound familiar to you, the father of those girls (who lost his entire family) began the Alannah and Madeline Foundation to keep children 'safe from violence' (Link here). That wasn't the end. The gunman murdered more people at the tollbooth and nearby petrol station. He was apprehended many hours later after staging a hostage situation and setting fire to a house.
As if that isn't enough to give you nightmares. Just reading an account of the entire thing was sickening, not to mention making me cry.
Hmm...is there any point to this entire blog entry? I guess not. I just wonder what could POSSIBLY motivate someone to commit such a terrible crime? It's hard to believe anyone could have it in them to kill so many people. What a dismal blog entry. All the good things that happened today have been completely forgotten, but at least I still have a chance at tomorrow.
George Bush said of the shooting, "schools should be places of safety and sanctuary in learning. When that sanctuary is violated, the impact is felt in every American classroom and every American community."
A massacre of any kind is not something that would happen in Australia is it? Unfortunately not true.
Nearly 11 years ago (28 April 1996), 35 people were killed and 37 wounded at Port Arthur in Tasmania. Keep in mind that Port Arthur was a popular tourist location. The attack was obviously premeditated. The gunman arrived there with all his guns and ammunition. He started at the cafe, shooting the customers at point blank range. One mother threw herself over her daughter to protect her. The gunman shot the mother in the back, then the daughter in the head. The mother survived and later learned in hospital that her daughter was dead. From there he went to the gift shop and the car park, shooting everyone he could see. He got into his car and drove towards the entrance, along the way SLOWING DOWN to shoot a mother and her two daughters Alannah (6) and Madeline (3). If those names sound familiar to you, the father of those girls (who lost his entire family) began the Alannah and Madeline Foundation to keep children 'safe from violence' (Link here). That wasn't the end. The gunman murdered more people at the tollbooth and nearby petrol station. He was apprehended many hours later after staging a hostage situation and setting fire to a house.
As if that isn't enough to give you nightmares. Just reading an account of the entire thing was sickening, not to mention making me cry.
Hmm...is there any point to this entire blog entry? I guess not. I just wonder what could POSSIBLY motivate someone to commit such a terrible crime? It's hard to believe anyone could have it in them to kill so many people. What a dismal blog entry. All the good things that happened today have been completely forgotten, but at least I still have a chance at tomorrow.
Monday, 16 April 2007 | 4:21 pm
What did you learn today darling?
Well let's see. Six periods in a day. One period for each of my five subjects and one free.
First period Chem
Quotes
Mr Seago: "Everyone here has done electrolysis before right?"
Class: *either silence or mumbled ahhs and umms*
Seago: "It's when you stick to electrodes into liquid and pass electricity through"
Someone: "Oh, didn't we do that in the...*trails off*"
Seago: "Right...do you guys reset every holidays or something?"
Vikram: "More like every day"
It was first period after the holidays. Most of us were pretty brain dead. I know I was, especially after he started talking.
I copied these off the board...well no WONDER I was confused
Second period Lit
...erm...something about Hamlet, or was it Macbeth? He started reading out Ying's essay and she didn't remember it was hers until after he'd read the first paragraph. I sat in the comfy comfy couch trying not to doze off.
RECESS
Can't remember what we talked about. I remember the Fungus rally being brought up and me trying to imitate the start of the BeatBouncer's dance. Audrey just shook her head, because I'm hopelessly unco-ordinated and no matter how hard I try, waving my hands around in the air is NOT a dance-form.
Third period Free!
I finished my chem prac, which was due today that we did last term. Pretty much talked to Chan for the rest of that period.
Fourth period Chinese
Didn't do much surprise surprise. Got a SAC next Tuesday so you would've thought there'd be some learning going on. Sadly no. Talked about more important things like the formal.
LUNCH!
I slept with Yen Nie (interpret how you will) and watched people play cards. Audrey is the queen of Memory. I wowed people with my (not so) amazing card trick!
Fifth period Methods
Sat all alone. I got 19/20 for the SAC I did last term! That loosely translates into a perfect score so I'm satisfied. He even said "well done" when he gave it to me, though I think he said "well done" to everyone that exceeded his expectations.
Sixth period Bio
Tried not to fall asleep. That's pretty much what I do every bio class. I prop my eyes open and wish I were somewhere else. I know, I know, it's a 3-4 subject, but it's so BORING!
BUS TRIP HOME!
Argued with Fishman about cats.
Fishman: "SIF! Cats can't eat coffee beans in their natural diet. How can they live without eating cat food?"
Me: "CATS DIDN'T ALWAYS LIVE IN HOUSES YOU KNOW! HOW DO YOU THINK THEY SURVIVED IN THE WILD BEFORE CAT FOOD WAS INVENTED?!?"
Ashwyn: "She really gets angry doesn't she..."
Tara: "yeah..."
Me: "Well it's not my fault he's stupid"
Tara: "Aww you're so mean!"
I also had a conversation with a friend. Thanks for telling me what's going on, I really appreciate it! The only advice I can give it to do whatever feels right. Don't let people like me influence you. I LOVE YOU, BE STRONG!
With love,
Mel
pee.ess - I think I'm going driving again later so I'll update if it's worth talking about!
Mr Seago: "Everyone here has done electrolysis before right?"
Class: *either silence or mumbled ahhs and umms*
Seago: "It's when you stick to electrodes into liquid and pass electricity through"
Someone: "Oh, didn't we do that in the...*trails off*"
Seago: "Right...do you guys reset every holidays or something?"
Vikram: "More like every day"
It was first period after the holidays. Most of us were pretty brain dead. I know I was, especially after he started talking.
Second period Lit
...erm...something about Hamlet, or was it Macbeth? He started reading out Ying's essay and she didn't remember it was hers until after he'd read the first paragraph. I sat in the comfy comfy couch trying not to doze off.
RECESS
Can't remember what we talked about. I remember the Fungus rally being brought up and me trying to imitate the start of the BeatBouncer's dance. Audrey just shook her head, because I'm hopelessly unco-ordinated and no matter how hard I try, waving my hands around in the air is NOT a dance-form.
Third period Free!
I finished my chem prac, which was due today that we did last term. Pretty much talked to Chan for the rest of that period.
Fourth period Chinese
Didn't do much surprise surprise. Got a SAC next Tuesday so you would've thought there'd be some learning going on. Sadly no. Talked about more important things like the formal.
LUNCH!
I slept with Yen Nie (interpret how you will) and watched people play cards. Audrey is the queen of Memory. I wowed people with my (not so) amazing card trick!
Fifth period Methods
Sat all alone. I got 19/20 for the SAC I did last term! That loosely translates into a perfect score so I'm satisfied. He even said "well done" when he gave it to me, though I think he said "well done" to everyone that exceeded his expectations.
Sixth period Bio
Tried not to fall asleep. That's pretty much what I do every bio class. I prop my eyes open and wish I were somewhere else. I know, I know, it's a 3-4 subject, but it's so BORING!
BUS TRIP HOME!
Argued with Fishman about cats.
Fishman: "SIF! Cats can't eat coffee beans in their natural diet. How can they live without eating cat food?"
Me: "CATS DIDN'T ALWAYS LIVE IN HOUSES YOU KNOW! HOW DO YOU THINK THEY SURVIVED IN THE WILD BEFORE CAT FOOD WAS INVENTED?!?"
Ashwyn: "She really gets angry doesn't she..."
Tara: "yeah..."
Me: "Well it's not my fault he's stupid"
Tara: "Aww you're so mean!"
I also had a conversation with a friend. Thanks for telling me what's going on, I really appreciate it! The only advice I can give it to do whatever feels right. Don't let people like me influence you. I LOVE YOU, BE STRONG!
With love,
Mel
pee.ess - I think I'm going driving again later so I'll update if it's worth talking about!
Sunday, 15 April 2007 | 8:08 pm
Honour thy father/mother...
for he/she can teach thee how to drive.
Driving is so much fun! I've done about four hours this weekend. Three of which were mainly on residential roads. I had a couple of close calls, like when I was turning out of our driveway and I drove right over the curb. Haha, I think I drove over the curb twice. I just got back from driving at night. Man, after about 10 minutes I had no idea where I was. I had my first encounter with a traffic light today. My dad was mostly shouting "SLOW DOWN". He only does that now when we come to intersections, round-abouts, speed humps, dividing lanes....
When I told Chris I thought that the acceleration pedal should be like a piano pedal, he said "I sense impending disaster". He was almost right. It was on that steep hill going up my driveway. Luckily the handbrake was on...oh come on, my dad said "press the accelerator", how else was I supposed to respond to that? So sue me, it was my first time driving a car ok?
I had my mum's strange pasta again today. My mother has a very loose interpretation of the word 'food'. Just kidding, it's was edible. I totally get my cooking skills from her. Anyway, once, about a week ago, I ate pasta with green beans and char siew. Yes I said CHAR SIEW. Italy where got char siew wan ah, and GREEN BEANS...??? Well it tasted alright, because there was also a lot of tomato and mushroom to mask the taste of GREEN BEANS. Today's one had broccoli and carrot. I avoided the broccoli (shhh don't tell) but the carrots were everywhere. It was alright, but they were still pretty crunchy.
All you people had better stop complaining that I write too much! Ok maybe blogging once a day is overkill. Just wait till school starts [tomorrow], then I will lose my sense of humour and not only will my blogs be long, but also very very boring. So NYAH! Like it or lump it, and bite (not me)...Nhu for good measure!
With love,
Mel
Driving is so much fun! I've done about four hours this weekend. Three of which were mainly on residential roads. I had a couple of close calls, like when I was turning out of our driveway and I drove right over the curb. Haha, I think I drove over the curb twice. I just got back from driving at night. Man, after about 10 minutes I had no idea where I was. I had my first encounter with a traffic light today. My dad was mostly shouting "SLOW DOWN". He only does that now when we come to intersections, round-abouts, speed humps, dividing lanes....
When I told Chris I thought that the acceleration pedal should be like a piano pedal, he said "I sense impending disaster". He was almost right. It was on that steep hill going up my driveway. Luckily the handbrake was on...oh come on, my dad said "press the accelerator", how else was I supposed to respond to that? So sue me, it was my first time driving a car ok?
I had my mum's strange pasta again today. My mother has a very loose interpretation of the word 'food'. Just kidding, it's was edible. I totally get my cooking skills from her. Anyway, once, about a week ago, I ate pasta with green beans and char siew. Yes I said CHAR SIEW. Italy where got char siew wan ah, and GREEN BEANS...??? Well it tasted alright, because there was also a lot of tomato and mushroom to mask the taste of GREEN BEANS. Today's one had broccoli and carrot. I avoided the broccoli (shhh don't tell) but the carrots were everywhere. It was alright, but they were still pretty crunchy.
All you people had better stop complaining that I write too much! Ok maybe blogging once a day is overkill. Just wait till school starts [tomorrow], then I will lose my sense of humour and not only will my blogs be long, but also very very boring. So NYAH! Like it or lump it, and bite (not me)...Nhu for good measure!
With love,
Mel
Saturday, 14 April 2007 | 6:51 pm
The Wrong Kind
Hey,
I'll try and make it quick, thought knowing me, the words will keep flowing out until you're all dead of boredom.
I'm so tired. I just got back from the camp reunion. I'm kind of depressed too. The worst kind of loneliness is the kind where you still feel lonely even though you're surrounded by lots of people. It's like, watching other people being happy and desperately wishing you could be a part of it. I sound all emo...I'm not usually like this, I promise! It's just been a really long day. I talked to my parents about going to youth, but I guess some things will never change. They're pretty against the idea. I sense long arguments ahead. #@(& $^($*&apieafv;%( *$#&$(*@)#((*slhkd: ks :d!!! Okay I'm not angry anymore. I will figure a way around it, like I always manage to do. Changing topic...
Aaaanyway...everyone knows I got my L's yesterday! So I drove for the first time today! My poor daddy's nerves are shot to pieces. He got me to drive up the driveway after piano. There was a lot of yelling, especially "SLOW DOWN! USE YOUR BRAKES, THEY'RE ON THE LEFT! THE LEFT! KEEEP LEFT!!!" wah...scared the crap out of me! Then at about 2, my dad drove me to Manningham Council carpark and let me drive around. Yeah! I can turn left and right! I can reverse out of parking spaces and do 3 point turns! That place is like a learner's playground. It's got lots of different types of turns. So fun ^^ Granted I was going about 20km/h...but give me a break. I'm learning ok?? Then my dad said we could drive down to Vanessa's house. See! I drove on the road! But there were hardly any cars, so I don't think it counts. Ba won't let me drive on main roads because today was my first day so he drove Vanessa, Simon and I to the camp reunion.
I know the times are all weird (because it says I'm typing this at 7) but I started at 7, went out for dinner and now its 10:30. We went to Imperial Kingdom with Darren, Eren and their families. Aww I had an attack of maternal instincts, SOMEBODY GIVE ME A BABY! There was this really really cute kid sitting behind us called Zac. So chubby and little! He kept waving and saying peek-a-boo! I think I even started drooling. Kev did that orange peel smile and Zac's giggle was SO CUTE! He kept trying to imitate it but his mouth was too small to fit the whole thing. Aiyo...I'm so terrible. For the record, I don't want to HAVE a baby now, I just want to OWN one. Hmmmm...I think I will just have to settle for babysitting my cousins :(
At this point, if you're STILL reading and have read EVERYTHING I've written, you must really care about me or are analyzing my text looking for ways to possibly kill me. Besides, I'm just as un-superhuman as you, cutting off my hair won't weaken me (ok maybe just weaken my ego). Thanks though, for bothering! :)
Much love,
Mel
I'll try and make it quick, thought knowing me, the words will keep flowing out until you're all dead of boredom.
I'm so tired. I just got back from the camp reunion. I'm kind of depressed too. The worst kind of loneliness is the kind where you still feel lonely even though you're surrounded by lots of people. It's like, watching other people being happy and desperately wishing you could be a part of it. I sound all emo...I'm not usually like this, I promise! It's just been a really long day. I talked to my parents about going to youth, but I guess some things will never change. They're pretty against the idea. I sense long arguments ahead. #@(& $^($*&apieafv;%( *$#&$(*@)#((*slhkd: ks :d!!! Okay I'm not angry anymore. I will figure a way around it, like I always manage to do. Changing topic...
Aaaanyway...everyone knows I got my L's yesterday! So I drove for the first time today! My poor daddy's nerves are shot to pieces. He got me to drive up the driveway after piano. There was a lot of yelling, especially "SLOW DOWN! USE YOUR BRAKES, THEY'RE ON THE LEFT! THE LEFT! KEEEP LEFT!!!" wah...scared the crap out of me! Then at about 2, my dad drove me to Manningham Council carpark and let me drive around. Yeah! I can turn left and right! I can reverse out of parking spaces and do 3 point turns! That place is like a learner's playground. It's got lots of different types of turns. So fun ^^ Granted I was going about 20km/h...but give me a break. I'm learning ok?? Then my dad said we could drive down to Vanessa's house. See! I drove on the road! But there were hardly any cars, so I don't think it counts. Ba won't let me drive on main roads because today was my first day so he drove Vanessa, Simon and I to the camp reunion.
I know the times are all weird (because it says I'm typing this at 7) but I started at 7, went out for dinner and now its 10:30. We went to Imperial Kingdom with Darren, Eren and their families. Aww I had an attack of maternal instincts, SOMEBODY GIVE ME A BABY! There was this really really cute kid sitting behind us called Zac. So chubby and little! He kept waving and saying peek-a-boo! I think I even started drooling. Kev did that orange peel smile and Zac's giggle was SO CUTE! He kept trying to imitate it but his mouth was too small to fit the whole thing. Aiyo...I'm so terrible. For the record, I don't want to HAVE a baby now, I just want to OWN one. Hmmmm...I think I will just have to settle for babysitting my cousins :(
At this point, if you're STILL reading and have read EVERYTHING I've written, you must really care about me or are analyzing my text looking for ways to possibly kill me. Besides, I'm just as un-superhuman as you, cutting off my hair won't weaken me (ok maybe just weaken my ego). Thanks though, for bothering! :)
Much love,
Mel
Friday, 13 April 2007 | 12:11 pm
Proof of...existance
Yay! I got my L's. I blacked out my details for the benefit of all those stalkers out there. If you really love/stalk me then you should know where i live. I also blacked out the year I was born, but that serves no important purpose, I just don't want everyone to know how old I am in 15 years. Thinking ahead! I'm one smart girl. You want any more proof I'm a clever cookie? I got 100% on the test!
Vic Roads has finally given me permission to drive recklessly and endanger lives! Just kidding. I'll probably end up driving the same speed a lao ren walks, then you can jump out without hurting yourself if my endless talking annoys you.
N.b - clicking to enlarge will not reveal any hidden detail (such as pimples, or my address. I just thought I'd save you the time and effort)
Proof that I'm a real person, not just a figment of your imagination
Speaking of old people, I had to catch the tram home from Kew because I stopped by the shop where my mum works. Hang on, I'm not saying my mum's colleagues are lao people (which they mostly are), I'll get to the point in a minute. I stopped by to try on some new school shoes so when school starts, I'm going to have super new, super comfy shoes! Go to active casual in Kew!
Anyway, I was on the tram, and there were a lot of old people. I was sitting up the front near the tram driver when an old man got on. I gave him my seat because he was looking kind of desperate to sit down but didn't want to walk down the tram while it was moving. Then I sat opposite another old man in a wheelchair. The guy wanted to get off at Burke St right? So he asked someone to push the disability button for him. When the tram stopped, the driver didn't let down the disability ramp even thought he opened the doors for people to get off! So I went and tried to talk to the tram driver and he waved me off. They have that tough plastic there to protect the driver, and I'm pretty sure it's soundproof. The poor old man just gave up. He started mumbling stuff under his breath, then I saw him press the disability button several times. By then, everyone was getting pretty pissed at the driver so I went and knocked on the glass and shouted a bit so he could hear me through the glass. He got up, opened the glass door and was all confused. By that time, we were too far from Burke St for the guy in the wheelchair to travel to so he had to go all the way to Box Hill. So unfair.
I'm not going on an insult spree here, but we need to take care of our elders. They were young once and I bet it pains them to not be able to run around and manage that large step from the ground onto the tram. Respect them lor! One day we will be old and frail, we will also need someone to take care of us. You don't even need to be Confucian (no I did not misspell confuSion) to have filial piety, even to elders who aren't related to us. It's the first virtue of Chinese people lah! WEI! Respect your elders, especially parents and ancestors!
Sorry if this has been too wordy for you. Actually, why am I apologizing...it's not really my fault you can't concentrate now is it?
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I'm sorry you can't concentrate. I will go stare at my goldfish now
With love,
Mel
Yay! I got my L's. I blacked out my details for the benefit of all those stalkers out there. If you really love/stalk me then you should know where i live. I also blacked out the year I was born, but that serves no important purpose, I just don't want everyone to know how old I am in 15 years. Thinking ahead! I'm one smart girl. You want any more proof I'm a clever cookie? I got 100% on the test!
Vic Roads has finally given me permission to drive recklessly and endanger lives! Just kidding. I'll probably end up driving the same speed a lao ren walks, then you can jump out without hurting yourself if my endless talking annoys you.
N.b - clicking to enlarge will not reveal any hidden detail (such as pimples, or my address. I just thought I'd save you the time and effort)
Vic Roads has finally given me permission to drive recklessly and endanger lives! Just kidding. I'll probably end up driving the same speed a lao ren walks, then you can jump out without hurting yourself if my endless talking annoys you.
N.b - clicking to enlarge will not reveal any hidden detail (such as pimples, or my address. I just thought I'd save you the time and effort)
Proof that I'm a real person, not just a figment of your imagination
Speaking of old people, I had to catch the tram home from Kew because I stopped by the shop where my mum works. Hang on, I'm not saying my mum's colleagues are lao people (which they mostly are), I'll get to the point in a minute. I stopped by to try on some new school shoes so when school starts, I'm going to have super new, super comfy shoes! Go to active casual in Kew!
Anyway, I was on the tram, and there were a lot of old people. I was sitting up the front near the tram driver when an old man got on. I gave him my seat because he was looking kind of desperate to sit down but didn't want to walk down the tram while it was moving. Then I sat opposite another old man in a wheelchair. The guy wanted to get off at Burke St right? So he asked someone to push the disability button for him. When the tram stopped, the driver didn't let down the disability ramp even thought he opened the doors for people to get off! So I went and tried to talk to the tram driver and he waved me off. They have that tough plastic there to protect the driver, and I'm pretty sure it's soundproof. The poor old man just gave up. He started mumbling stuff under his breath, then I saw him press the disability button several times. By then, everyone was getting pretty pissed at the driver so I went and knocked on the glass and shouted a bit so he could hear me through the glass. He got up, opened the glass door and was all confused. By that time, we were too far from Burke St for the guy in the wheelchair to travel to so he had to go all the way to Box Hill. So unfair.
I'm not going on an insult spree here, but we need to take care of our elders. They were young once and I bet it pains them to not be able to run around and manage that large step from the ground onto the tram. Respect them lor! One day we will be old and frail, we will also need someone to take care of us. You don't even need to be Confucian (no I did not misspell confuSion) to have filial piety, even to elders who aren't related to us. It's the first virtue of Chinese people lah! WEI! Respect your elders, especially parents and ancestors!
Sorry if this has been too wordy for you. Actually, why am I apologizing...it's not really my fault you can't concentrate now is it?
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I'm sorry you can't concentrate. I will go stare at my goldfish now
With love,
Mel
Mel
Thursday, 12 April 2007 | 11:41 pm
Canon In D...for electric guitars
Is he AWESOME or what? Chris, when you get your electric, my first request is THIS so you better practise really hard!
Is he AWESOME or what? Chris, when you get your electric, my first request is THIS so you better practise really hard!
Tuesday, 10 April 2007 | 11:09 pm
Tribute to sum1.special!
This is my tribute to one of my oldest friends. All the things I couldn't put in words or say to your face are going here. You are the only person I can honestly say has been with me through thick and thin. You're my first call (did you see that episode of Radio Free Roscoe?...childish I know). What I mean to say is when something good happens in my life, the first person I call is you. When we were young, we only had each other. I told you everything. We grew up together. We fought over boys and all that typical Preppie stuff (haha). We had the same values; crying is for sissies therefore NO CRYING! There were times when we found other friends; I had Vladimir and you had Kevin; but we always came back to each other. We even hung out in a large bunch of girls but I bet you remember how THAT turned out! In the end it was still you and me. That will never change.
At the start of year seven I wasn't scared of going to a new school, I was scared of leaving you behind and absolutely terrified of you leaving me behind. In a way, that's what happened. The past four years have been lonely, so much so that I forgot things used to be better. We both grew up and thought we'd left primary school behind. For me, (I don't know about you) I kept telling everyone you were my best friend, your name was always inexplicably caught up with the phrase 'my best friend'. Then one day, someone said, "how can she be your best friend if you don't see her anymore". They planted the seed of doubt. I was so doubtful that one year, I decided not to invite you to my birthday party. In the end, my conscience begged me to invite you, I couldn't quite bring myself to betray you like that but from then on, you changed from being my best friend to being just my primary school friend. I resigned myself to the fact that time changes things (aren't we all so good at resigning ourselves) and our friendship would never been the same. For FOUR YEARS! We went camping together every year and I confided in you, yet I still didn't realize what a good friend you always were (remember Surfers? remember Kangaroo Island?). It was only this year that things started to change.
A week before Valentine's Day, I was talking to Vincent and he told me that you were hurting. I immediately thought of the year I went with you to watch Mona Lisa Smile for your birthday on Valentine's Day (instead of 17th). I remember I brushed off my (then) boyfriend so I could spend Valentine's Day with you instead (yeah mates before dates!). I picked up the phone and dialed your number from memory, the only phone number outside of family that I remember (freaky yes? Starts with 9 and ends with 84075...okay I'll stop). You'd lost Gigi and it hurt me to know you were upset. I couldn't tell you the words in my heart, so I made you a card. It took me ages and for a few days afterwards, I thought against sending it to you because I was scared you wouldn't like it. I thought you had become a different person from the one I remembered and you would hate me forever (irrationality at it's best). Your dad, with perfect timing, came over and when I saw him I knew what I had to do. I ran into my room, took the card, added a note on the last page (its true meaning is...PLEASE FORGIVE ME IF THIS CARD OFFENDS YOU), put it into the first envelope I could find and handed it to your dad just before he was about to drive off. I thank God I did. That is an honest comment. When you didn't call at first I thought you were angry, then I thought you didn't receive it. I had given up but then the day after Valentine's Day, there came an envelope in the mail. I knew it was from you even before I opened it because your writing is so messy and typically YOU, you silly left-handed person! You had also sent it to the wrong address so that's why I got it the day AFTER Valentine's Day :P. I have it here with me now. Excuse me for quoting you.
On the cover it read...
Be My Valentine
and inside...
Dearest Melissa,
Did your heart beat faster? Did you open this letter with anticipation? haha I hope you got this after the rose :). It's just me, _______. Remember we said we would give each other Valentines so we wouldn't be lonely on this day of love ^^? Well this is mine to you. Thank you. For the Card. Really, thank you. It meant so much to me that you cared about me enough to think of a get well card. And, thank you for sticking with me all these years. For not throwing up your hands and giving up. For putting up with all my bullshit and still laughing with me. I know you are always going to be there for me. And I will always be there for you. Always :).
love, _______
I even got a pee.ess on the end but I won't include that here. I also edited the spelling mistakes because we both know you still can't spell (haha). You're return card made me feel so glad that I had you. Once again, I picked up the phone and called. From then on, whenever I had a problem, the first person I told was you.
My one regret is that I cannot help you. Who I am is not enough to be able to help you the way you help me. Whenever I call feeling confused, or in tears, you always have something wise to say, something that always makes me feel better no matter what. The reason I love calling you is that I know you are always honest, I know that when you sound sad because of the things I have told you, your sadness is never belittling or false. I still cannot believe it took me FOUR YEARS!
Tonight I called you, because I was confused about something you know much about. I admit I thought that by calling you, all my doubts would increase. But I should know by now, with you, I can be the person I was born to be. For once I was able to help you in return, and DAMN I gotta lose you to that fiend of a boy (you know the one). Don't regret. Never regret. Just kill that maimed lion!
I have so much more to tell you but I think everyone else is bored already, I will just write this one last paragraph. I have learned so much from my friendship with you, but the main thing is:
Time changes everything; even friendship, but it is the friendships which last through time that are the strongest and closest to our hearts.
I LOVE YOU!
With love,
Mel
Pee.ess - Go away all you sick-minded people! We're just friends! If you wanna be immature, do it somewhere else.
At the start of year seven I wasn't scared of going to a new school, I was scared of leaving you behind and absolutely terrified of you leaving me behind. In a way, that's what happened. The past four years have been lonely, so much so that I forgot things used to be better. We both grew up and thought we'd left primary school behind. For me, (I don't know about you) I kept telling everyone you were my best friend, your name was always inexplicably caught up with the phrase 'my best friend'. Then one day, someone said, "how can she be your best friend if you don't see her anymore". They planted the seed of doubt. I was so doubtful that one year, I decided not to invite you to my birthday party. In the end, my conscience begged me to invite you, I couldn't quite bring myself to betray you like that but from then on, you changed from being my best friend to being just my primary school friend. I resigned myself to the fact that time changes things (aren't we all so good at resigning ourselves) and our friendship would never been the same. For FOUR YEARS! We went camping together every year and I confided in you, yet I still didn't realize what a good friend you always were (remember Surfers? remember Kangaroo Island?). It was only this year that things started to change.
A week before Valentine's Day, I was talking to Vincent and he told me that you were hurting. I immediately thought of the year I went with you to watch Mona Lisa Smile for your birthday on Valentine's Day (instead of 17th). I remember I brushed off my (then) boyfriend so I could spend Valentine's Day with you instead (yeah mates before dates!). I picked up the phone and dialed your number from memory, the only phone number outside of family that I remember (freaky yes? Starts with 9 and ends with 84075...okay I'll stop). You'd lost Gigi and it hurt me to know you were upset. I couldn't tell you the words in my heart, so I made you a card. It took me ages and for a few days afterwards, I thought against sending it to you because I was scared you wouldn't like it. I thought you had become a different person from the one I remembered and you would hate me forever (irrationality at it's best). Your dad, with perfect timing, came over and when I saw him I knew what I had to do. I ran into my room, took the card, added a note on the last page (its true meaning is...PLEASE FORGIVE ME IF THIS CARD OFFENDS YOU), put it into the first envelope I could find and handed it to your dad just before he was about to drive off. I thank God I did. That is an honest comment. When you didn't call at first I thought you were angry, then I thought you didn't receive it. I had given up but then the day after Valentine's Day, there came an envelope in the mail. I knew it was from you even before I opened it because your writing is so messy and typically YOU, you silly left-handed person! You had also sent it to the wrong address so that's why I got it the day AFTER Valentine's Day :P. I have it here with me now. Excuse me for quoting you.
On the cover it read...
Be My ValentineDearest Melissa,
Did your heart beat faster? Did you open this letter with anticipation? haha I hope you got this after the rose :). It's just me, _______. Remember we said we would give each other Valentines so we wouldn't be lonely on this day of love ^^? Well this is mine to you. Thank you. For the Card. Really, thank you. It meant so much to me that you cared about me enough to think of a get well card. And, thank you for sticking with me all these years. For not throwing up your hands and giving up. For putting up with all my bullshit and still laughing with me. I know you are always going to be there for me. And I will always be there for you. Always :).
love, _______
Did your heart beat faster? Did you open this letter with anticipation? haha I hope you got this after the rose :). It's just me, _______. Remember we said we would give each other Valentines so we wouldn't be lonely on this day of love ^^? Well this is mine to you. Thank you. For the Card. Really, thank you. It meant so much to me that you cared about me enough to think of a get well card. And, thank you for sticking with me all these years. For not throwing up your hands and giving up. For putting up with all my bullshit and still laughing with me. I know you are always going to be there for me. And I will always be there for you. Always :).
love, _______
I even got a pee.ess on the end but I won't include that here. I also edited the spelling mistakes because we both know you still can't spell (haha). You're return card made me feel so glad that I had you. Once again, I picked up the phone and called. From then on, whenever I had a problem, the first person I told was you.
My one regret is that I cannot help you. Who I am is not enough to be able to help you the way you help me. Whenever I call feeling confused, or in tears, you always have something wise to say, something that always makes me feel better no matter what. The reason I love calling you is that I know you are always honest, I know that when you sound sad because of the things I have told you, your sadness is never belittling or false. I still cannot believe it took me FOUR YEARS!
Tonight I called you, because I was confused about something you know much about. I admit I thought that by calling you, all my doubts would increase. But I should know by now, with you, I can be the person I was born to be. For once I was able to help you in return, and DAMN I gotta lose you to that fiend of a boy (you know the one). Don't regret. Never regret. Just kill that maimed lion!
I have so much more to tell you but I think everyone else is bored already, I will just write this one last paragraph. I have learned so much from my friendship with you, but the main thing is:
Time changes everything; even friendship, but it is the friendships which last through time that are the strongest and closest to our hearts.
I LOVE YOU!
I LOVE YOU!
With love,
Mel
Mel
Pee.ess - Go away all you sick-minded people! We're just friends! If you wanna be immature, do it somewhere else.
Monday, 9 April 2007 | 6:00 pm
My Testimony
Hey guys! I just got back from a youth camp! It was quite fun, I'm just really confused at the moment. I mean, you go through your life believing you don't need anyone and this stranger, this...pastor comes and makes you feel so...lonely. It's just that I realized I have problems that I can't even share with my friends. It seems strange to think you can share them with someone you can't see but I suppose that's the beauty of it. I'm so used to dealing with problems on my own, and I LIKE my mask cupboard! Nooo....not the mask cupboard. The camp topic was FEAR NOT and i should learn from that...jump into the pit and grab lions by the beard and rip them apart, metaphorically speaking.
The things Pastor Chris Hope talked about were interesting. I didn't find myself bored once. Well the praying for people made me a bit uncomfortable but as I was watching I felt like crying...that's one damn uncomfortable feeling I tell you! I have the ability to keep all the tears inside, until one day it's too much and I burst into violent fits of tears often in a public place. So strange. That's like when all my friends went to another class in year 9 and I was all by myself in a new class. I didn't cry at ALL during the year even though I was really sad...then at the end of the year when we were doing the ace program Mr. Rae jokingly said I wasn't with my friends. I just managed to hold it together until I could get out of the office then I made funny choking noises and started crying...in public. Very embarrassing. I think I was so loud the teachers could hear me inside the office because Mr. Rae came and found me to tell me he was joking. Shameful...
On a lighter note...I had lots of fun. Met some new people RAWR! Yeah attack of the fuzzies! Camp should have gone for longer because on the first day you don't know many people and it's kind of awkward when you only know two people and one of them ditches you for a game (or ten) of Bartok and the other ditches you because you're silly. Anyway, on Saturday night I got into conversation with a leader called Ning about stars. After 15 minutes I was bagging him but seriously, they have the funniest conversations over dinner. We were talking about drinking cat poo coffee and asking people if cat poo tasted good would you eat it? I said yes to both, if it's sterilized and I'm not going to catch a hideous disease then sure. Well at least yes to the coffee, apparently cat poo coffee (kopi luwak) is the best in the world. It's made from the digested leftovers a cat makes after eating a certain coffee bean. Yes okay i mean they collect the bean after it's been digested by the cat. That means having to sift through tonnes of poo. Heehee. There's also a type of weasel poo coffee also. At the same dinner, we also talked about colonic irrigation and why you can't put fingers up your anus to see if you have prostate cancer because your fingers and wrist aren't designed to bend at that angle. Ning kept touching his nose and saying "good prostate, bad prostate". Yes this was a church camp and yes Ning is a leader! He's 24 and corrupting our 16 year old minds!!! He justified his actions by saying leaders must always tell the truth and tried to shift the blame by saying we had asked him these questions.
On Sunday I played soccer and it was SO fun. We kicked butt!! It was all very friendly and the guys weren't afraid to get in there and tackle the girl. I literally ran into Anthony. That guy is built like a brick wall I tell you! I pretty much bounced off, he had to grab my arm so I wouldn't fall over. It didn't hurt though, maybe because I'm so skinny. I got the ball kicked straight into my stomach from 3m away but that didn't hurt either. VANESSA TRIPPED TOM UP!!! YEAH!!! Everyone was hi-5ing her. So funny. Then we played frisbee and I fought with James over the frisbee and I'm pretty sure he knee-ed me in the back and practically rolled over me but it didn't hurt. Weird, it SHOULD have hurt...
Last night we stayed up till 3:30 talking about Ning's ex-girlfriends. Man that guy is so not afraid to answer any question. I couldn't stop laughing. We kept getting distracted from the actual topic though, that's why we talked for almost 4 hours. It started off with Vanessa, Josh, Ning and I in a circle but then got bigger and noisier. He said his friends call skinny girls 'Highways' because they were all flat (no curves) and said that one time his friend said "You can't date Hume!" HAHAHAHAHA!!!! Elise and I were slightly offended but it was sooo funny! Then Rach asked him if he would date a bigger girl and he deflected that question by saying guys called 'fat' girls posturepedic matresses! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! Then they started talking about how to pick up girls and guys at parties and I was just sitting there laughing. By that time there were heaps of people all laughing their heads off. Well he made it better by saying that no girl was ugly to everyone.
"It's not like, you're ugly in 10 different countries! You're SIGMA ugly!"
HAHAHAHAHA!!!!
All that laughing and running around playing soccer and frisbee has finally caught up to me! I have tired legs, I laughed to much my stomach muscles and cheeks hurt! But it's a good tired, I like this kind of tired ^^
At breakfast this morning I was perky for awhile, considering i only had about 3 hours sleep but I was sitting opposite Tom and he just sucked the happiness right out of me because he sat there and looked at his toast for two minutes. He looked so tired it was funny.
After breakfast we had devotion and worship, for the first time i felt like singing, I didn't but that's beside the point. Strange. Normally I don't because I feel its wrong for me to falsely worship. Even worse than everyone thinking I'm rude. It was a nice feeling, but I think it might just be an after camp high. I don't know, I will see. Have faith right?
The bus ride home was so much better than the bus ride there! On the way there, the guys and girls were separated into two different buses but on the way back we were separated into our groups. It was good because I'd gotten to know those people and there were lots of spare seats in our bus so I lay across two seats and tried to sleep. We were right up the back of the bus and Vanessa, Lissie, Tom and I were all lying across the seats trying to sleep. I'm pretty sure Jonno has a picture of me sleeping. It was pretty comfy and we were home before I knew it. Ahh camp is always fun! I'll post all my photos later. It's pretty late and this is getting to be a very long-winded entry.
With love,
Mel
Hey guys! I just got back from a youth camp! It was quite fun, I'm just really confused at the moment. I mean, you go through your life believing you don't need anyone and this stranger, this...pastor comes and makes you feel so...lonely. It's just that I realized I have problems that I can't even share with my friends. It seems strange to think you can share them with someone you can't see but I suppose that's the beauty of it. I'm so used to dealing with problems on my own, and I LIKE my mask cupboard! Nooo....not the mask cupboard. The camp topic was FEAR NOT and i should learn from that...jump into the pit and grab lions by the beard and rip them apart, metaphorically speaking.
The things Pastor Chris Hope talked about were interesting. I didn't find myself bored once. Well the praying for people made me a bit uncomfortable but as I was watching I felt like crying...that's one damn uncomfortable feeling I tell you! I have the ability to keep all the tears inside, until one day it's too much and I burst into violent fits of tears often in a public place. So strange. That's like when all my friends went to another class in year 9 and I was all by myself in a new class. I didn't cry at ALL during the year even though I was really sad...then at the end of the year when we were doing the ace program Mr. Rae jokingly said I wasn't with my friends. I just managed to hold it together until I could get out of the office then I made funny choking noises and started crying...in public. Very embarrassing. I think I was so loud the teachers could hear me inside the office because Mr. Rae came and found me to tell me he was joking. Shameful...
On a lighter note...I had lots of fun. Met some new people RAWR! Yeah attack of the fuzzies! Camp should have gone for longer because on the first day you don't know many people and it's kind of awkward when you only know two people and one of them ditches you for a game (or ten) of Bartok and the other ditches you because you're silly. Anyway, on Saturday night I got into conversation with a leader called Ning about stars. After 15 minutes I was bagging him but seriously, they have the funniest conversations over dinner. We were talking about drinking cat poo coffee and asking people if cat poo tasted good would you eat it? I said yes to both, if it's sterilized and I'm not going to catch a hideous disease then sure. Well at least yes to the coffee, apparently cat poo coffee (kopi luwak) is the best in the world. It's made from the digested leftovers a cat makes after eating a certain coffee bean. Yes okay i mean they collect the bean after it's been digested by the cat. That means having to sift through tonnes of poo. Heehee. There's also a type of weasel poo coffee also. At the same dinner, we also talked about colonic irrigation and why you can't put fingers up your anus to see if you have prostate cancer because your fingers and wrist aren't designed to bend at that angle. Ning kept touching his nose and saying "good prostate, bad prostate". Yes this was a church camp and yes Ning is a leader! He's 24 and corrupting our 16 year old minds!!! He justified his actions by saying leaders must always tell the truth and tried to shift the blame by saying we had asked him these questions.
On Sunday I played soccer and it was SO fun. We kicked butt!! It was all very friendly and the guys weren't afraid to get in there and tackle the girl. I literally ran into Anthony. That guy is built like a brick wall I tell you! I pretty much bounced off, he had to grab my arm so I wouldn't fall over. It didn't hurt though, maybe because I'm so skinny. I got the ball kicked straight into my stomach from 3m away but that didn't hurt either. VANESSA TRIPPED TOM UP!!! YEAH!!! Everyone was hi-5ing her. So funny. Then we played frisbee and I fought with James over the frisbee and I'm pretty sure he knee-ed me in the back and practically rolled over me but it didn't hurt. Weird, it SHOULD have hurt...
Last night we stayed up till 3:30 talking about Ning's ex-girlfriends. Man that guy is so not afraid to answer any question. I couldn't stop laughing. We kept getting distracted from the actual topic though, that's why we talked for almost 4 hours. It started off with Vanessa, Josh, Ning and I in a circle but then got bigger and noisier. He said his friends call skinny girls 'Highways' because they were all flat (no curves) and said that one time his friend said "You can't date Hume!" HAHAHAHAHA!!!! Elise and I were slightly offended but it was sooo funny! Then Rach asked him if he would date a bigger girl and he deflected that question by saying guys called 'fat' girls posturepedic matresses! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! Then they started talking about how to pick up girls and guys at parties and I was just sitting there laughing. By that time there were heaps of people all laughing their heads off. Well he made it better by saying that no girl was ugly to everyone.
"It's not like, you're ugly in 10 different countries! You're SIGMA ugly!"
HAHAHAHAHA!!!!
All that laughing and running around playing soccer and frisbee has finally caught up to me! I have tired legs, I laughed to much my stomach muscles and cheeks hurt! But it's a good tired, I like this kind of tired ^^
At breakfast this morning I was perky for awhile, considering i only had about 3 hours sleep but I was sitting opposite Tom and he just sucked the happiness right out of me because he sat there and looked at his toast for two minutes. He looked so tired it was funny.
After breakfast we had devotion and worship, for the first time i felt like singing, I didn't but that's beside the point. Strange. Normally I don't because I feel its wrong for me to falsely worship. Even worse than everyone thinking I'm rude. It was a nice feeling, but I think it might just be an after camp high. I don't know, I will see. Have faith right?
The bus ride home was so much better than the bus ride there! On the way there, the guys and girls were separated into two different buses but on the way back we were separated into our groups. It was good because I'd gotten to know those people and there were lots of spare seats in our bus so I lay across two seats and tried to sleep. We were right up the back of the bus and Vanessa, Lissie, Tom and I were all lying across the seats trying to sleep. I'm pretty sure Jonno has a picture of me sleeping. It was pretty comfy and we were home before I knew it. Ahh camp is always fun! I'll post all my photos later. It's pretty late and this is getting to be a very long-winded entry.
With love,
Mel
The things Pastor Chris Hope talked about were interesting. I didn't find myself bored once. Well the praying for people made me a bit uncomfortable but as I was watching I felt like crying...that's one damn uncomfortable feeling I tell you! I have the ability to keep all the tears inside, until one day it's too much and I burst into violent fits of tears often in a public place. So strange. That's like when all my friends went to another class in year 9 and I was all by myself in a new class. I didn't cry at ALL during the year even though I was really sad...then at the end of the year when we were doing the ace program Mr. Rae jokingly said I wasn't with my friends. I just managed to hold it together until I could get out of the office then I made funny choking noises and started crying...in public. Very embarrassing. I think I was so loud the teachers could hear me inside the office because Mr. Rae came and found me to tell me he was joking. Shameful...
On a lighter note...I had lots of fun. Met some new people RAWR! Yeah attack of the fuzzies! Camp should have gone for longer because on the first day you don't know many people and it's kind of awkward when you only know two people and one of them ditches you for a game (or ten) of Bartok and the other ditches you because you're silly. Anyway, on Saturday night I got into conversation with a leader called Ning about stars. After 15 minutes I was bagging him but seriously, they have the funniest conversations over dinner. We were talking about drinking cat poo coffee and asking people if cat poo tasted good would you eat it? I said yes to both, if it's sterilized and I'm not going to catch a hideous disease then sure. Well at least yes to the coffee, apparently cat poo coffee (kopi luwak) is the best in the world. It's made from the digested leftovers a cat makes after eating a certain coffee bean. Yes okay i mean they collect the bean after it's been digested by the cat. That means having to sift through tonnes of poo. Heehee. There's also a type of weasel poo coffee also. At the same dinner, we also talked about colonic irrigation and why you can't put fingers up your anus to see if you have prostate cancer because your fingers and wrist aren't designed to bend at that angle. Ning kept touching his nose and saying "good prostate, bad prostate". Yes this was a church camp and yes Ning is a leader! He's 24 and corrupting our 16 year old minds!!! He justified his actions by saying leaders must always tell the truth and tried to shift the blame by saying we had asked him these questions.
On Sunday I played soccer and it was SO fun. We kicked butt!! It was all very friendly and the guys weren't afraid to get in there and tackle the girl. I literally ran into Anthony. That guy is built like a brick wall I tell you! I pretty much bounced off, he had to grab my arm so I wouldn't fall over. It didn't hurt though, maybe because I'm so skinny. I got the ball kicked straight into my stomach from 3m away but that didn't hurt either. VANESSA TRIPPED TOM UP!!! YEAH!!! Everyone was hi-5ing her. So funny. Then we played frisbee and I fought with James over the frisbee and I'm pretty sure he knee-ed me in the back and practically rolled over me but it didn't hurt. Weird, it SHOULD have hurt...
Last night we stayed up till 3:30 talking about Ning's ex-girlfriends. Man that guy is so not afraid to answer any question. I couldn't stop laughing. We kept getting distracted from the actual topic though, that's why we talked for almost 4 hours. It started off with Vanessa, Josh, Ning and I in a circle but then got bigger and noisier. He said his friends call skinny girls 'Highways' because they were all flat (no curves) and said that one time his friend said "You can't date Hume!" HAHAHAHAHA!!!! Elise and I were slightly offended but it was sooo funny! Then Rach asked him if he would date a bigger girl and he deflected that question by saying guys called 'fat' girls posturepedic matresses! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! Then they started talking about how to pick up girls and guys at parties and I was just sitting there laughing. By that time there were heaps of people all laughing their heads off. Well he made it better by saying that no girl was ugly to everyone.
"It's not like, you're ugly in 10 different countries! You're SIGMA ugly!"
HAHAHAHAHA!!!!
All that laughing and running around playing soccer and frisbee has finally caught up to me! I have tired legs, I laughed to much my stomach muscles and cheeks hurt! But it's a good tired, I like this kind of tired ^^
At breakfast this morning I was perky for awhile, considering i only had about 3 hours sleep but I was sitting opposite Tom and he just sucked the happiness right out of me because he sat there and looked at his toast for two minutes. He looked so tired it was funny.
After breakfast we had devotion and worship, for the first time i felt like singing, I didn't but that's beside the point. Strange. Normally I don't because I feel its wrong for me to falsely worship. Even worse than everyone thinking I'm rude. It was a nice feeling, but I think it might just be an after camp high. I don't know, I will see. Have faith right?
The bus ride home was so much better than the bus ride there! On the way there, the guys and girls were separated into two different buses but on the way back we were separated into our groups. It was good because I'd gotten to know those people and there were lots of spare seats in our bus so I lay across two seats and tried to sleep. We were right up the back of the bus and Vanessa, Lissie, Tom and I were all lying across the seats trying to sleep. I'm pretty sure Jonno has a picture of me sleeping. It was pretty comfy and we were home before I knew it. Ahh camp is always fun! I'll post all my photos later. It's pretty late and this is getting to be a very long-winded entry.
With love,
Mel
Wednesday, 4 April 2007 | 9:15 pm
Party at Nhu's place!
All you sick-minded people! *shakes head* It was pretty fun. Chan, Ying and Nhu joined forces to throw their birthday bash and it was all really nice, with a group of close friends pigging out, making music and watching movies!! The photos say it all really...click on them for full size version...
...Ninja Nhu flying around her kitchen faster than a speeding bullet hahaha (the cape was a hand-made present from Chan and Ying)...
...me trying to look like a superhero and failing miserably :P...
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...'wtf' think Chan and Ying...
...Nhu in cape and underwear outside her pants, check out the bra :P...
Well ok that's all pretty strange...lingerie is from Mouse, he called me up just before I left to go to Chan and Ying's house asking me what cup size she is. I'm like...wtf...i dont know! Maybe she likes it?...
...or not...at least we now know Nhu is wearing a g-string with a tag on it still...
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"HARRRR!?!?!?!"
After this we watched Donnie Darko, that is an AWESOME movie, but i was really freaked out by the rabbit. During the movie I got something thrown at me, shown with Mouse in the pic below..
...Mouse holding a waterfilled...you know what it is I don't need to tell you...
After Donnie Darko, Alice, Ying, Michelle, Nhu and Mouse decided to play twister...it's amazing how small that dotty sheet is after you've grown about 2 and half feet...
...Alice, Ying and Michelle playing twister and finding themselves in a compromising position...
...Maggie and me, do we know these dirty people?...
...Ros, Tara and Yen nie on the couch...
...Ying, Nhu and Chan cutting the passionfruit cake...
...Mel presents, Nhu and Rachel!...
...me (eating), Tara and Chan on the couch...
...Alice, Ros, Nhu and I on the couch...
...group shot, I just kind of lept in and sat on everyone in the front row ^^...
...Chan and Nhu (we want you *points*), Durex poster girls. Btw, that's the packet that Mouse, Chris and Nhu got me for MY birthday so I'm spreading the love (not the herpes)...
HAHA! Well it was their sixteenth....people give other people dirty presents on their sixteenth right...RIGHT? I sense a trend though, ever since Mouse started being invited...LET'S BLAME MOUSE!!!! We stopped taking photos after this, but as people started leaving, Alice put on Princess Diaries and what was left of us sat on the couch watching. Chan and Ying almost left without me but luckily they stopped to say goodbye or else i would've had to walk home! Thanks Nhu for letting us (ab)use your house!
If anyone wants to see ALL the photos that i managed to collect, click HERE
With love,
Mel
...Ninja Nhu flying around her kitchen faster than a speeding bullet hahaha (the cape was a hand-made present from Chan and Ying)...
...me trying to look like a superhero and failing miserably :P...
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...'wtf' think Chan and Ying...
...Nhu in cape and underwear outside her pants, check out the bra :P...
Well ok that's all pretty strange...lingerie is from Mouse, he called me up just before I left to go to Chan and Ying's house asking me what cup size she is. I'm like...wtf...i dont know! Maybe she likes it?......or not...at least we now know Nhu is wearing a g-string with a tag on it still...
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"HARRRR!?!?!?!"
After this we watched Donnie Darko, that is an AWESOME movie, but i was really freaked out by the rabbit. During the movie I got something thrown at me, shown with Mouse in the pic below..
...Mouse holding a waterfilled...you know what it is I don't need to tell you...
After Donnie Darko, Alice, Ying, Michelle, Nhu and Mouse decided to play twister...it's amazing how small that dotty sheet is after you've grown about 2 and half feet...
...Alice, Ying and Michelle playing twister and finding themselves in a compromising position...
...Maggie and me, do we know these dirty people?...
...Ros, Tara and Yen nie on the couch...
...Ying, Nhu and Chan cutting the passionfruit cake...
...Mel presents, Nhu and Rachel!...
...me (eating), Tara and Chan on the couch...
...Alice, Ros, Nhu and I on the couch...
...group shot, I just kind of lept in and sat on everyone in the front row ^^...
...Chan and Nhu (we want you *points*), Durex poster girls. Btw, that's the packet that Mouse, Chris and Nhu got me for MY birthday so I'm spreading the love (not the herpes)...
HAHA! Well it was their sixteenth....people give other people dirty presents on their sixteenth right...RIGHT? I sense a trend though, ever since Mouse started being invited...LET'S BLAME MOUSE!!!! We stopped taking photos after this, but as people started leaving, Alice put on Princess Diaries and what was left of us sat on the couch watching. Chan and Ying almost left without me but luckily they stopped to say goodbye or else i would've had to walk home! Thanks Nhu for letting us (ab)use your house!If anyone wants to see ALL the photos that i managed to collect, click HERE
With love,
Mel
Tuesday, 3 April 2007 | 10:08 pm
Just Can't Wait
YAY tomorrow i'm going to Chan, Ying and Nhu's bday party. Can't wait even thought we're all just going to stuff our faces and watch movies!
All the ladies at my birthday party!
All the ladies at my birthday party!
Monday, 2 April 2007 | 10:12 pm
For now?
I sent off my Macbeth Rock Opera essay on Friday and I finally got an email from my lit teacher saying he'd received it. He wrote a one line reply including the phrase 'warm regards for now'.
WHAT IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?
Now I'm scared, does that mean he secretly hates me and only wishes me well occasionally, like say, WHEN I HAND IN MY ESSAYS? What if I don't hand them in? Will he take away the warm regard and leave me with nothing but cold regard, or will he simply refuse to regard me at all? Eesh...now I feel small and insignificant, that's why you shouldn't do your homework.
Seriously though, have you ever liked someone until they did something that didn't suit you? I should just never hand in another lit essay because that's what he WANTS! Ok I'm sick of this teenage angst...I don't really mean it.
With love...for now,
Mel
WHAT IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?
Now I'm scared, does that mean he secretly hates me and only wishes me well occasionally, like say, WHEN I HAND IN MY ESSAYS? What if I don't hand them in? Will he take away the warm regard and leave me with nothing but cold regard, or will he simply refuse to regard me at all? Eesh...now I feel small and insignificant, that's why you shouldn't do your homework.
Seriously though, have you ever liked someone until they did something that didn't suit you? I should just never hand in another lit essay because that's what he WANTS! Ok I'm sick of this teenage angst...I don't really mean it.
With love...for now,
Mel
Sunday, 1 April 2007 | 7:27 pm
First Sunday of the HOLIDAYS!
Well ok, it's not really a holiday when you still have to go to chinese school. It was the last one for the term so I was in a suspiciously good mood. Santi and I sat in the back row snickering at the boy sitting in front of us with his lumberjack shirt, jeans and pink, red & white threaded belt. "Homemade goodness!" Santi said giving me the thumbs up. What do you mean it's MEAN to laugh? We have to sit through endless hours in the back row watching this guy make out with his girlfriend! Well at least this week they kept their hands to themselves...
After chinese school I came home and had lunch. Yes I do eat. Anyway, Andy invited me to go play soccer in the park and I thought I'd just go and watch because i didn't feel like having bruises at the start of the holidays. 2'oclock he said, so i was there at 2 and decided not to wait, I thought i could walk up to box hill and quickly buy Nhu, Chan and Ying a birthday present. I was walking behind this pair of girls who were drunk and laughing hysterically as one of them...i assume...tried to hump a pole. Yes i know, WHAT were they doing inebriated at 2pm on a fine Sunday afternoon? (obviously not going to church) Well I'm still alive because I walked around them. Drunk people are scary, especially ones who are at it in the middle of the day wearing faux fur and footy scarves...hmmm...
I did manage to find Chan, Ying and Nhu a present but I'm not telling because they will have to wait till Wednesday to find out. All i can say is I'm really sorry about the sharing thing Chan and Ying, but I'm sure you will love (or pretend to love) the present if you haven't already got it. Oh, never fear Nhu, I did not buy anything to pay you back for the condoms I got on MY birthday. How do you feel about a diaphragm? But you kind of have to go to the doctor to get it inserted...nah only kidding, I'm not as nasty as that :P . I finally finished shopping at 3 (quickly indeed) and thought that maybe the guys would still be playing soccer but there was nobody there so I assume i missed the entire thing and for that I am very sorry :P
My uncle, aunt and my really really cute cousins San san and Pun pun came over. I had to play with them, but it's ok because they are really cute! We went to Sofia's and had lots of food. I am SO full, I love that place cos the servings are large and they have awesome tiramisu! *drool*
That's pretty much it, I have so much stuff planned for the holidays and probably won't be able to do them all *sigh* year twelve sucks, even if it's only first year year 12...
With love,
Mel
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You can leave a comment now! I hope if you're reading this you'll tell me what I'm doing right or doing wrong so I can fix it. Don't sit there and hate me, that won't get anything done! So comment or I will curse you like I cursed that stupid idiot who stole Yen nie's bag from her car! Just kidding...
After chinese school I came home and had lunch. Yes I do eat. Anyway, Andy invited me to go play soccer in the park and I thought I'd just go and watch because i didn't feel like having bruises at the start of the holidays. 2'oclock he said, so i was there at 2 and decided not to wait, I thought i could walk up to box hill and quickly buy Nhu, Chan and Ying a birthday present. I was walking behind this pair of girls who were drunk and laughing hysterically as one of them...i assume...tried to hump a pole. Yes i know, WHAT were they doing inebriated at 2pm on a fine Sunday afternoon? (obviously not going to church) Well I'm still alive because I walked around them. Drunk people are scary, especially ones who are at it in the middle of the day wearing faux fur and footy scarves...hmmm...
I did manage to find Chan, Ying and Nhu a present but I'm not telling because they will have to wait till Wednesday to find out. All i can say is I'm really sorry about the sharing thing Chan and Ying, but I'm sure you will love (or pretend to love) the present if you haven't already got it. Oh, never fear Nhu, I did not buy anything to pay you back for the condoms I got on MY birthday. How do you feel about a diaphragm? But you kind of have to go to the doctor to get it inserted...nah only kidding, I'm not as nasty as that :P . I finally finished shopping at 3 (quickly indeed) and thought that maybe the guys would still be playing soccer but there was nobody there so I assume i missed the entire thing and for that I am very sorry :P
My uncle, aunt and my really really cute cousins San san and Pun pun came over. I had to play with them, but it's ok because they are really cute! We went to Sofia's and had lots of food. I am SO full, I love that place cos the servings are large and they have awesome tiramisu! *drool*
That's pretty much it, I have so much stuff planned for the holidays and probably won't be able to do them all *sigh* year twelve sucks, even if it's only first year year 12...
With love,
Mel
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You can leave a comment now! I hope if you're reading this you'll tell me what I'm doing right or doing wrong so I can fix it. Don't sit there and hate me, that won't get anything done! So comment or I will curse you like I cursed that stupid idiot who stole Yen nie's bag from her car! Just kidding...