Hey Guys. Back to Normal.

Sorry about the last couple of posts. I just wanted to make it clear I'm not taking any shit from this blog.

Anyway...it's raining! Finally. There was one hell of a storm yesterday, and it shows no sign of letting up. I got a revolting sore throat from the chill, but it was worth it. I have perfect inspiration for my short story I have to hand in to my English teacher on Monday. I needed something to enhance the dramatic storyline - and rain was perfect. I'll post the story on my blog once it's finished and polished - I've just drafted it, it still needs a lot of work. I stayed away from intricate descriptions, just sticking to basic adjectives and I didn't do a lot of character development - I focused on raw emotion. It's also one of my shorter stories, too - the word limit was 2000, and my story is 1882, but it will probably be longer once it's been buffed.

One question - what do you think when it rains? Does it symbolize anything? Does it mean anything more to you than just water hitting the ground?

Compromises...

Some people are like 'Can you *not* blog about me? I mean, you haven't, but can you not write about me on the internet? I love your blog, though"

Whoah, whoah. Like I said before, this is my blog. Not yours. If you make me promise that I won't write about you and then you go bitch the shit out of yourself about me, then I'm gonna write about it - to hell with all promises. The teachers at our school may not listen to me, but rest assured my readers in the States and Sri Lanka and my friends here in Oz will.

I will make one tiny compromise - if I write something about you that doesn't involve you spreading rumours about me to the entire cosmos, then I may consider taking it down or editing it if I think it's too personal to blog about.

Other people say 'Can you blog about this? And this? Just so people see me in a better light. You make me sound like such a nun'

Sorry, but I don't find some stuff very appealing, and neither do my readers. I know it's very important to you, but I don't think my readers will be overly impressed if I dedicate an entire post to who's dating who when they don't know who you are. Sorry.

No compromises there, unless I find what you want me to write genuinely interesting.

Other people say 'What you wrote about me is not fair. I didn't mean it that way. Honest'.

I saw it, I heard it, and it was directed at me. I have the right to document it how I saw it. I don't have the option of running and screaming to teachers on account of the fact that some teachers don't like me, and the people who do like me are under the people who don't like me. So this is a compromise, in a way - I can't get you in detention but I can let my friends across the world know how horrible you are.

Some apologies that I have to make and accept:

Thanks for writing that comment, youknowwho. I'm not removing the post or changing it in any way but I'm accepting your apology, if that's what your comment was. I was just hurt and upset and angry when I posted it, so it might have thrown you into a negative light. Good luck with the girl ;).

I'm sorry if you don't like these compromises, but this is all I'm prepared to do.

I'm also sorry if you don't like my blog - there are better blogs out there, but I'm not changing mine when I have lots of followers (don't laugh, some of them aren't following officially, but they're there!) just to please one person.

But You're Asian.

So?

Whenever someone says 'So, what's your favourite subject at school?' I immediately say English, unless I'm stoned and say something completely stupid, like Science. It makes perfect sense for me to like English the best - I love literature and poetry and creative writing, and I'm pretty damn good at it - I'm not showing off, because I got the statistics to prove it. And to level out the ballgame, I just failed Science.

See? Perfect logic. I like English because I'm good at it.

Some people, however, do not see my brilliant logic. This complete look of blank confusion flickers over their face, and they say 'But you're Asian!'

And? So? Being Asian doesn't mean I'm any good at Maths and Science or that I have to like them. Being Asian doesn't mean that I can't kick your ass when it comes to English and get my ass kicked in return when it comes to anything else.Being Asian doesn't mean I feed exclusively on kung pow chicken and mu shu pork, neither of which I have actually tried before. Being Asian doesn't mean I'm an acne-ridden computer nerd that goes around with double-cuffed pants and centre part ponytails or gross things like that.

I'm Asian. And an English student.

That actually kind of sounds good together.

to all my darling new readers...

You're perfectly welcome to read my blog. Just don't tell me what and what not to post, because I'll listen politely and then go behind your back and do whatever I want. My blog. All me. Not you.



By the way, I'm not really *bullying* anyone one this blog, I just tell it like it is, so to speak. I, unlike some, do not spread untrue rumours all over the school and the internet and to every other school in the state. But if someone bitches about *me* or hurts me in any way, yeah, I'm gonna blog about it. It's my right.



So, go ahead, read my blog. Have fun. There are just three rules.



1. Don't tell me what to post, or what not to post. My blog, my rules, my life. I don't listen to anybody when it comes to what I post. Don't get offended - I don't even listen to my mother when it comes to what I blog about, and my mum is my best friend and I normally do listen to her.



2. Please don't post any rude comments. Contrary to popular belief, I actually don't go out of my way to write anything rude - I am blunt and that's that, but I try not to be rude - so it's just courtesy that you do the same.



3. If you're going to comment, PLEASE DO NOT POST AS 'ANONYMOUS', or if you do, sign off with something I will recognise to be you. I have lots of unsigned 'anonymous' commenters at the moment, some of which have posted rather rude things, which is unfair seeing as the people who do comment as 'anonymous' are my best friends and sometimes when it's late and I'm tired and I'm reading all these rude comments I don't notice there's no signature, and I immediately think one of them have posted it. Oh, and I do have a pretty good idea who those anonymous commenters are, by the way. I'm not stupid.



Most people say: Why do you blog, anyway? Just tell teachers if something is wrong.



Well, for starters, some of the bullying actually *does* come from my teachers - my science teacher and my year coodinator, for starters. So what good is it to complain? I'll wind up in detention or something stupid. Besides, what do teachers do about bullying? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. They give us all this bull about all these anti-bullying campaigns, but after eight and a half years of being consistently picked on, you start to doubt their word a bit. Just a little bit.



And also, when I blog, I have ultimate freedom, and call me old fashioned, but I actually *do* like my freedom. I feel robbed of my freedom all the time - especially at school, where some teachers blackmail me into agreeing with things I don't agree with. Of course, I do try not to use names, and I have never used a last name at all on my blog, so all identities are safe. But what this blog is for is to provide entertainment for my friends, and so I can express my opinions without having a gun at my head.


And the last thing is that this is my way of showing off what I can do. Athletes run races and get standing ovations and big shiny medals. I rant on a blog that about 20 people read and only 8 people read seriously.

Yeah, I Know I'm Fat. Get Over It.

It's actually kind of freaky that my weight bothers other people more than it bothers me.

And believe me, I am trying to get healthy and do more exercise - which is kind of hard, seeing as I'm a foodaholic and my heart condition leaves me breathless even after running just a few short metres. The only person that is allowed to tell me to lose weight is my mother, because she's the only person out there who doesn't say it out of pure spite. Oh, and my sister. If you're not lucky enough to call yourself either of those, BUTT THE HELL OUT.

And I'm not even fat! 47.5 kilos (104.5 lbs) at my age is not fat! I'm only a size nine, dammit. That's like, a size seven or something in America. In the 1500's, my body would be more prized than Keira Knightley's - but no, now we live in the stupid 21st century, where skinny is good and skinnier is better.

Well, to hell with that. Real women have curves.

And I love my curves, and I don't give a shit if you don't.

have you ever tried to jam a triangle into a circle hole?

Poof. No comments. I hope that just means you read my posts and were so amazed that it rendered you speechless.

Nah, just kidding.

I consider myself a triangle. Why?

Okay, I'll explain.

Be warned this is the most mathematical thing you will *ever* get out of me.

Triangles are the quirkiest of the regular polygons (that are drawable). Yes, I know, decagons are quirkier, but seriously, the only people who can draw them are Australians. Why? Just trace around a fifty cent piece, of course.

But what the buck. I'm a TRIANGLE.

Triangles are the strongest shape, although they do not always look strong. Triangles are often considered to be half a square, but a triangle is a shape in itself.

Yah get my drift?

Good.

Anyhoo, I am a triangle trying to fit into a circle - a really small circle, called society. Circles annoy me. They're bloody hard to draw. The formulas for circles always seem to revolve around pi, for some strange reason - why can't it just be length times width? Why do circles do that to us!?

And they seem to go "Nyah, nyah, we're the only shape *allowed* to have curvy edges! Real shapes have curves!"

At least, that's what they seem to do.

Yes, I know, circles are probably not the only shape with curvy edges, but what the buck. Don't ruin my already-pathetic rant.

Seriously, I don't know whether it's because I'm Asian, or I'm smart, or I'm ugly, or I was born at some really unlucky conjunction of planets or something - like, Uranus farted on Jupiter the moment I was born. But seriously, everything I seem to do offends people.

Okay, I get offended pretty easily. Okay, very easily. And people call me *sensitive*. They just don't get why I get worked up over the things that I get worked up over. They're just think I've gone nuts.

Wrong. I'm too nutty to get any nuttier.

And then I say these things and then people hang up phones on me or start yelling at me for like half a century. Or they give me the silent treatment. Seriously. What did I do? People offend me all the time, with things like:

"Oh my god, you got a pimple!"

Yeah, thanks for reminding me.

And then I say something, and sometimes it's even a *compliment*, and they go right off. I mean, are you serious, they just go completely off. I don't even go wacko anymore - I just pretend they didn't say anything. Otherwise the world would have run out of Kleenexes a long time ago. But they just start screaming as though I've said every single insult in every single language known to man.

I just don't get it. What did I do?

They say I'm sensitive for getting worked up, then they say that I'm insensitive for offending other people. Does that mean I'm sensitively insensitive? Or insensitively sensitive?

I dunno. This place is weird.

The Australian Way.

Australia is very different to the rest of the world.

Most people would think we just CBF doing a very good job in cooking, cleaning, hygiene...anything, actually. But that's not true. We are very good cooks and cleaners and we are quite hygienic...well, most of us, anyway. But we actually live life instead of perfecting it.

There is no specific Australian "look" - we're a motley gang. We all look different and we all look beautiful. Have you ever been on morphthing.com and found that two faces morphed together sometimes looks prettier than the two seperate faces? Yeah, that's a bit like us. We keep getting prettier by the generation.

Just to clear things up:

Our school year goes from early February to mid December, with Easter break, Winter break, Spring break and Summer break. In that order. At the moment it's supposedly autumn. The weather is a bit psycho here.

We have two kinds of schools: government (aka public) and private. Government schools are funded and run by the government, and are not allowed (well, in theory) to be political or religious or biased in any other way. Government schools have very low fees that are supposedly voluntary. Private schools are independently owned and run and funded by churches and by school fees, which are very costly. Private schools are generally stricter and follow some kind of church or belief, and are sometimes single-sex. Most government schools do not offer boarding, wherelse most private schools do. If you have a scholarship in some public schools or you live outside of the Perth metrapolitan area and you are accepted into Perth Modern School, there is a special boarding house. Just to be more confusing, a private school here is exactly the same as a public school in England.

Kangaroos and koalas do not roam around suburban areas, and the only places you will actually see one is in the middle of god-knows-where or in a zoo. Seriously. Koalas don't even live in Western Australia, which is where I live, anyway.

SYDNEY IS NOT THE CAPITAL!!! The capital is Canberra, which is in the tiny territory called the Australian Capital Territory (ironically), or ACT which is in New South Wales near the Victorian border.

It is not *always* hot. In summer, the weather is about 20 degrees Celcius (68 farenheit) at night and can get up to 45 (113) or higher, but normally it's about 30 to 35 (86 to 95). In winter, nights can get as cold as 0 degrees (32), but it's normally around 8 or 10 (46.4 to 50). During the day, it's normally around 15 (59) but it can get as warm as 20 or 22 (68 or 71.6) or as cold as 11 or 12 (51.8 or (53.6). Well, that's in Perth, anyway, which has Mediterranian (however you spell that) weather. In some places the temperature is more stable throughout the year, but in central and north Australia the weather is a bit more extreme - the days are very hot and the nights are very cold. And it does snow here, contrary to popular belief, just not around where I live. In Tasmania, mostly, and the higher areas of Victoria and New South Wales. It even snowed in Brisbane, once, but that's quite rare, because it's in sunny Queensland. There's a big drought problem here, too, although it floods every now and again in Queensland and it's quite wet in Sydney sometimes - although Perth is very dry. At the moment, it's nighttime and cold, and I'm wearing autumn clothing, but tomorrow it might be really hot or even colder.

We don't all speak with an Australian accent, and not all of us exclaim 'Crikey!', as the late Steve Irwin famously did. Nearly the whole population are immigrants or descended from immigrants, and most speak two or three languages - the native language of both parents, and yes, sometimes that does mean you have to learn two languages - plus English. In theory, I should know four languages, because my mother knows Mandarin and Cantonese and my dad is Korean, but I'm just really good at English and really lousy at Chinese and Korean.

As I mentioned earlier, there aren't alot of Aboriginal people. They mostly live in remote towns, although some do live in the big cities. The majority of the population are actually mixed-race, and every country is probably represented in Australia. In Perth, there are lots of Chinese, Singaporean, Vietnamese, Indian, English and Middle Eastern (mostly Afghan) communities, with smaller Sri Lankan, Hong Kongnese, Korean, Italian, Polish, Malaysian and Taiwanese communities. It's a mixed bag, and there are lots of mixed-race people (not meaning to be rascist, I just don't know how else to describe them), especially in this Y generation.

We have Krispy Kreme and Starbucks and other American brands here, and some are popular and some are not. Actually, Starbucks wasn't really popular at all, so they closed down all the Australian branches. Gloria Jeans is much more popular. There are lots of big Australian brands here, mostly surf brands - Billabong, Roxy, Rusty, Quicksilver - and our big (expensive) department stores are Myer and David Jones. Most working class people shop at Woolworths, or "Woolies" as it is known, Target (which is pronnounced 'Tar-jay' here to make it sound more classy), IGA and Big W. There's a big emphasis on jeans here, and my favourite stores are Just Jeans and Jeanswest, and popular stores for teenagers are Jay Jays, which sell dirt cheap clothes, Diva, which sells dirt cheap jewellery, and Ice, which sells dirt cheap makeup. Most teenagers shop around shopping centres, but the most popular place to shop in Perth is Murray Street Mall, Carillion City and Hay Street Mall, which are all in the middle of the city and connected by plazas that are also full of shops. London Square, which is nearby the malls as well, is really popular for looking like a rennaisance European town, but there aren't very good shops there. We don't have Wall-Mart here, and we're not allowed to buy guns. Tobacco and alcahol is illegal until your eighteen. We have IKEA here as well, and it's enormous - it used to be really big but they replaced it with an even bigger complex.

Aussie terms:

Australian - Aussie
Mosquito - mozzie
Barbeque - barbie
Afternoon - arvo
Kilograms - kilos or kayjees
Pullover - jumper
Swimming costume - bathers or cossie
Englishman - pom
A not-very-nice Englishman - pommy bastard
Bottle of beer - stubbie
Woman/Girl - sheila or lass
Man/Boy - bloke or lad
Fries - Hot Chips
Crisps - Chips
Old car - old bomb
Good day - G'day
Good night - G'night
Kangaroo - roo
Redhead - ranga
Airhead - Froot Loop
Breakfast - brekky

and the list goes on.

I cbf typing anymore. Goodnight.

Iced Coffee Recipe

I don't really know why I'm publishing all these recipes.

Meh.

And yes, Chamal, I know Sri Lanka does produce coffee...(I think...)

Anyhoo.

I love coffee. Gloria Jeans (which is a coffee shop, btw, that is as popular here as Starbucks is in America) is my favourite place. In summer, I have the Very Vanilla Chiller, which is a flavoured expresso milk slushie. In winter, I have the Very Vanilla Latte, which is flavoured expresso latte. Yum. Super unhealthy - lots of milk and sugary vanilla syrup, but what the buck - I love it.

But I am not so rich as to have Gloria Jeans every day. At school, I buy iced mochas - nothing fancy, just flavoured milk in those little card cartons, but they're yummy. Sometimes I but coffee from the coffee machine on cold days because it's hot and cheaper, but it's not very nice and the machine is *always* broken - and our year coordinator hates coffee so much we're not allowed to buy it on school excursions and he cbf fixing the coffee machine. At home, I just have boring old dark roast instant coffee. Actually, it was medium roast but now it's dark roast - I don't do the shopping, I just drink whatever's there.

This is a new recipe I've made - it's a...an iced mocha latte, I suppose. Actually, it's not normally very cold because I don't normally like putting ice in coffee - it goes all watery, which is why I have chillers and not coffee on the rocks at Gloria Jeans but I can't make chillers at home. But I put too much hot water in it the last time I made it so I had to put a couple of ice cubes in there, but they melted and it tasted funny.

Anyhoo, here's the recipe:

Ingredients:
Enough instant coffee for one person
A very big glass - well, not huge, but oh whatevs. My glass is pretty big, but you might not like so much milk.
Milk
Sugar
Boiling water
Chocolate powder (hot chocolate or Nesquik or Milo or WHATEVS)
Ice, if wanted - make iceblocks out of milk - if possible, never tried it before - if you don't want it all watery.

I use full cream milk, because you add water already, and if you add iceblocks than it's really watery, but...if you really care about your waistline more than your tastebuds, use skim.

Recipe:

Put coffee and half a teaspoon each of chocolate powder and sugar into glass. Add a tiny bit of hot water and stir. Add milk. Add ice. Done.

Iced Tea Recipe

Hey guys. It's me again.

N'duh.

I'm bored - I'm waiting for this beauty video to load, so whilst I'm waiting I'll put a recipe on my blog!

Why? Because I'm bored.

INGREDIENTS:

Enough tea leaves/tea bags for about five people
375ml of your favourite soda, or clear juice
Water
5 teaspoons of sugar
Tea strainer - if you don't have one use a fine linen cloth

Other stuff:

Kettle
Spoons
Funnel
Heatproof jug
1.25 litre bottle
Teapot

Notes:

It doesn't matter what tea you use. Seriously. Chai tea, green tea, English tea, Chinese tea - it seriously doesn't matter. If you're using packet stuff that has added sugar (most of them do), reduce how much sugar you add to the iced tea.

Citrus sodas are good - as in, lemon squash or lemon and lime. Plain lemonades and club sodas work good as well.

Any non-opaque juice works really well with this recipe - but if it has added sugar or if it's super dooper sweet, reduce how much sugar you add. Orange, mango, cloudy apple juices and apricot nectar don't really work.

If you don't like juice or soda, you can add honey or sugar to water, or just use plain or mineral water.

It doesn't really matter what kind of sugar you use - white, raw, brown, whatever - you can also use sweetners like Splenda, or honey. You can add more or less sugar - as a rough guide, I love sugar and five (Australian) teaspoons is enough for me.

I actually don't measure how much water I put in - roughly I put about 1/8 of a cup, but that was just a guess. You don't have to put water in at all, or you can dilute it quite a lot - but that means you'll need a bigger bottle.

Recipe:

1. Put tea bags/tea leaves in a teapot with 1 cup of boiling water and leave to infuse.
2. Put sugar into a heatproof jug and add a little hot water. Stir to dissolve.
3. Once sugar is dissolved add just under 1 cup of cool water and pour sugar mixture into the bottle. (A funnel will help)
4. Pour the tea into the heatproof jug through a tea strainer and add 1 cup of cool water. Pour this into the bottle as well.
5. Pour 375ml (one average soft drink can) of chilled juice or soda into the bottle, top up with water.
6. Making sure the bottle is tightly sealed, gently tip upside down for a few seconds and then pull it upright again. Do this a few times. (note: DO NOT SHAKE!!! especially if you used soda...)
7. Put in the freezer until as cold as you would like - I normally do mine until there are tiny bits of ice floating in it, but if it's half frozen and you shake it up you got yourself a slushie - before transfering to the fridge. Alternatively, you can chill overnight in the refrigerator, or serve unchilled tea on the rocks.

Enjoy!

...my life from then till now...

Sorry I haven't been blogging for ever so long!

We've just moved house, so we haven't had internet for ages - even now, there's only internet on one computer - my sister's. I've been going insane. I have a habit of checking my inbox several times a day, because I get quite a few emails, but I haven't been able to check it for like two weeks, and now I have to read through THIRTY emails! THIRTY! I don't think I've had an inbox so full since I changed email addresses and forgot to tell anyone so when I logged into my old inbox there were like 180 unreads or something wacky like that.

I've been sadly Wikipedia deprived too - even though I don't edit it anymore, I can't stand coming across anything unfamiliar without looking it up, and there's only so much a dictionary can do.

And of course, I've missed my blogs and all of my blogger friends so, so, much. I can't wait to read all of your comments!

My life from then till now...

Well, my science teacher hates me. And I hate him. Period.

I've lost two friends but gained three....kinda hard to explain. You know the friend that was Jimmy's girlfriend? We've kinda broken off. And my best friend and I had a huge row over...well, I don't really want to talk about it. It was just this afternoon.

My new friends are all year nines - the girl who sits next to me in orchestra and her two best friends. They're really nice.

We're on school holiday now, and because of Easter and all the public holidays, it's nearly three weeks instead of the normal two. Yippee! I've been doing some serious retail therapy - I've already blown about seventeen dollars, which is a lot for me, seeing as I rarely go shopping. But I do love going out - I went out with my new best friend to the city, it was so much fun. She blew seventy dollars! And I felt guilty spending seventeen, lol. No wonder her mother banned her from shopping - she called our outing *light* shopping!

I'm going to Europe next month - so excited. Really, really excited. I'm looking forward to blogging about it, hopefully whilst I'm overseas if I have access to internet, but if not, I'll fill you guys in when I get back.

I have a new crush - a year niner in my class, incredibly cute - did I mention I'm taking year nine English now? Anyway, this guy is so cute - tall, with this incredibly deep voice, with dark features and blonde hair. Phwar....

Life as a freshman is hard - especially seeing as I've just changed timetable, so I've had to leave all my core classes and join new ones, so I have to familiarize myself with new teachers, new classes, new timetables, new standards. But I love it. It keeps me on my toes.

I really want to hear fron all you guys soon!