Wednesday, 25 June 2008 | 5:25 pm

Witness at ACMI

Met up at Fed Square today to watch Witness (the one with Harrison Ford). I take it all back Alvin, Harrison Ford was HOT. So was that guy at Border's with tattoos, le sigh. Tara ditched me to fend for myself as I started into his blue eyes trying not to gape like a goldfish. Thanks a lot :P

Mmm...lots of hot guys in the city. Almost worth the train ticket just to check them all out. Actually maybe not. I have this idea that I will remain single for the rest of my life and in old age, have only my bitchiness to keep me warm at night. LOL.

We went shopping but I didn't buy any of the things I was tempted to buy. Well, actually, Bras n Things was on sale so I bought a cotten nightie (instead of that lacy silk one which was prettier but pointless and scarily revealing). My defence is that it was cheap, so NYAH.

Witness was a surprisingly good movie. I took notes on my phone, very convenient and easy to use. Typed out about 600 words on the word processer. At first I had my doubts about Ba getting me such a business orientated phone, I mean, it isn't exactly the epitome of coolness, but wow. Feature packed!

Nerd.

Love,
Mel


Pee.ess - Michelle's birthday bash is on this Saturday and I have no idea what to wear, let alone what to buy her. I guess socks it is.

Thursday, 12 June 2008 | 8:41 pm

Honk if you're perverted!

There are some really sick people out there. Today I was walking to school from the train station with Tara and some asshole driving a cement mixer honked at us and started waving. I yelled, "we're seventeen you FREAK" but everytime I'm with Tara, someone honks at her. I think it's the combination of black and white that has them so confused. Later, Tara and I were standing at the bus stop and I was on the phone when a car full of losers honked and waved again.

Honestly though, how old do you think we ARE. We're in front of a high school, surely the brain in your pants can work it out. High school students are off limits to perverted old wackos, in fact, I'm pretty sure that constitutes as sexual harassment and pedophilia. You know WHAT? I'm sick of people honking, at Tara or anyone else. I'm sick of those weirdos hiding behind their steering wheel where you can't even see their faces to know if they have heard you yell obscenities at them. Fine, if you aren't man enough to reveal your identity go ahead, hide, but one day, the Devil is going to get you!

MUAHAHA

Love,
Mel

Tuesday, 10 June 2008 | 8:53 pm

Wish Me Luck

First exam tomorrow. Oh geez I'm not ready. Physics. Then the day after I have chemistry which I am going to fail. Just so you know, I'm not mad at my dad anymore. My uncle sent me this guilttrip inducing email telling me how my dad went ahead and bought a phone even though my mum said no because he was so happy with my self-initiative and hardworking studyness. Man I feel like such a bitch. Oh well, exam tomorrow, still have to write my cheat sheet

Love,
Mel

Tuesday, 3 June 2008 | 7:23 pm

When you have my luck...

it's good to be able to expect the unexpected. You won't BELIEVE what happened today. I was driving to tuition and the engine started smoking. Seriously, my dad has not been gone 4 days and the car has started playing up. God hates me. You think two ASIAN women know how to handle a smoking car??

You know me, my car knowledge is pretty much zilch, but I knew enough to know that the radiator needed water. The only problem was to work out where it was! You'd think I'd know, but clearly not. Somewhere under the bonnet? It was pretty smoky but I managed to work out how to open the damn thing. Then I went poking about till I found an empty compartment which I assumed was where the water was supposed to go.

I'd pulled over next to an oval so I went to the public toilets to get water but it was locked. Then my mum asked this guy who had just happened to park ahead of us who just happened to know the person living across the road and knew where the radiator was.

We got water into the tank drove off thinking everything was fine. Oh NO! Things don't just go wrong when I'm around; they turn into major disasters. I swear to God, Bessie the Bomb hates me because noooo, it wasn't just a simple matter of pumping water into that bitch; a pipe was broken so all the water leaked out and we were back to square one in a matter of minutes. Luckily I was pretty close to my tutor's house so I drove there and let mum deal with the car.

She was all for letting The Bomb sit there for 2 weeks until my dad comes back from Malaysia and then to make him walk from Box Hill to Wantirna and pick it up. Hehe. I would have backed her. Thankfully she had the bright idea to call RACV and get them to tow it to a mechanic but she's going to give Ba whatfor when he comes home. HAH!

Love,
Mel