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.
Saturday, April 25, 2009
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
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.
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.
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.
Friday, April 17, 2009
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!
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!
Thursday, April 16, 2009
...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!
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!
Monday, March 16, 2009
Cracked.
I just cracked. Snapped. Today.
It's not the best time for me - gotten over *another* guy - well, trying to, anyway - and not exactly the best time of the month for me. But today I cracked.
It was already a bad day - I left my notebook at home, and my new, unfamiliar, year eight/year nine schedule.
At recess, my friends and I went to the brand new, too small, smells-like-ammonia cafeteria to meet up with one of my friend's new boyfriend. Jimmy is really sweet and nice and cute, and I'm so jealous of my friend - not that I like him in that way, but the fact that she's got someone who's not some flea-bitten, moral-lacking hoebag.
Jimmy is really sweet - and funny - and he treats my friend like a princess. It was hard sitting there, my self-control and tolerence waning fast, with the prettiest girls in the school, one of which had the perfect boyfriend.
I survived the day. I was proud of myself. Normally I would've snapped.
It was on the way to the train station when I heard a voice say "Did you ask John out?"
John was that guy I was talking about on one of my earlier posts. Yeah, that guy. The Perfect One.
I was overconfident, totally over BSC and eager to bury myself in a new world of exciting opportunities. I asked John to go to a gathering, a sort of hook-up thing Jimmy's girlfriend devised to get my other friend and I hooked up. Publicly, in front of all his airhead friends, he said no.
That was shattering, but I could take it. Rejection is cold, bitter, painful, but bearable. I'm thirteen, been there, done that, and I could take it when some idiot rejected my own personal brand of radness.
What I *couldn't* take when he boasted about it. Some nerd who takes year nine classes asked me out. First month. Aren't I hot?
He told all the year eights. Half the year nines. Most of the year tens. For all the Americans, that's most of the freshmans, sophomores and juniors.
That's nearly half the school.
That was harder to take. It was like having my heart ripped apart, both bits dunked in acid, then stuffed back into my body.
Several Kleenexes and sleepless, teary nights later, I got over it. It wasn't as long and as drawn out as the whole BSC saga. Well, not really.
I was fine until John's best friend coughed 'rejected' everytime he saw me, causing laughter to ripple through the whole stupid group.
He stopped, eventually, because I showed no emotion when he did it. I was used to containing it. Of course it hurt, and I wished I could rip his miserable little throat out and scream at him that he knew *nothing* about all of this shit. But I didn't. I buried myself in my studies, teased my friends about their respective crushes, even though I was secretly thinking that they had so much more chance of making anything work than I did. And I had no idea why.
But it faded over a couple of weeks. I confronted John, but he laughed it off. I dropped it. I wanted to make him cry and blubber pathetically like I had, I wanted everyone to laugh at *him* instead of me. But that wasn't going to happen. So I dropped it. Anger is a deadly poison.
Then, today, that idiot airhead called out 'Did you ask out John?'
I felt like murdering her. How many boyfriends, perfect, gorgeous boys that had treated her like a princess, had she thrown away? How many times had a guy turned her down in front of the whole grade? How many times had she been the dog chasing the uncatchable car? She was probably the goddamn Aston Martin.
Cool and calm, I replied 'Maybe'.
'Maybe' really pisses them off. They can't comprehend that 'maybe' means 'I don't want to talk about this, bitch. Back off before I kill you'. They want a 'yes', which means they can outright tease me, or a 'no', so they could have the chance to say 'I bet you did'.
She seemed a bit shocked. 'Oh. It's just that everyone's talking about it"
My calm and collected cool mood evaporated. It was replaced by ice - cold and deadly.
"What business is that of yours?" I asked her coldly. I stalked off.
I don't care I've made another enemy. I don't care. I'll make a thousand enemies. A million enemies. The whole world can hate me.
But never again will I *ever* be laughing stock.
It's not the best time for me - gotten over *another* guy - well, trying to, anyway - and not exactly the best time of the month for me. But today I cracked.
It was already a bad day - I left my notebook at home, and my new, unfamiliar, year eight/year nine schedule.
At recess, my friends and I went to the brand new, too small, smells-like-ammonia cafeteria to meet up with one of my friend's new boyfriend. Jimmy is really sweet and nice and cute, and I'm so jealous of my friend - not that I like him in that way, but the fact that she's got someone who's not some flea-bitten, moral-lacking hoebag.
Jimmy is really sweet - and funny - and he treats my friend like a princess. It was hard sitting there, my self-control and tolerence waning fast, with the prettiest girls in the school, one of which had the perfect boyfriend.
I survived the day. I was proud of myself. Normally I would've snapped.
It was on the way to the train station when I heard a voice say "Did you ask John out?"
John was that guy I was talking about on one of my earlier posts. Yeah, that guy. The Perfect One.
I was overconfident, totally over BSC and eager to bury myself in a new world of exciting opportunities. I asked John to go to a gathering, a sort of hook-up thing Jimmy's girlfriend devised to get my other friend and I hooked up. Publicly, in front of all his airhead friends, he said no.
That was shattering, but I could take it. Rejection is cold, bitter, painful, but bearable. I'm thirteen, been there, done that, and I could take it when some idiot rejected my own personal brand of radness.
What I *couldn't* take when he boasted about it. Some nerd who takes year nine classes asked me out. First month. Aren't I hot?
He told all the year eights. Half the year nines. Most of the year tens. For all the Americans, that's most of the freshmans, sophomores and juniors.
That's nearly half the school.
That was harder to take. It was like having my heart ripped apart, both bits dunked in acid, then stuffed back into my body.
Several Kleenexes and sleepless, teary nights later, I got over it. It wasn't as long and as drawn out as the whole BSC saga. Well, not really.
I was fine until John's best friend coughed 'rejected' everytime he saw me, causing laughter to ripple through the whole stupid group.
He stopped, eventually, because I showed no emotion when he did it. I was used to containing it. Of course it hurt, and I wished I could rip his miserable little throat out and scream at him that he knew *nothing* about all of this shit. But I didn't. I buried myself in my studies, teased my friends about their respective crushes, even though I was secretly thinking that they had so much more chance of making anything work than I did. And I had no idea why.
But it faded over a couple of weeks. I confronted John, but he laughed it off. I dropped it. I wanted to make him cry and blubber pathetically like I had, I wanted everyone to laugh at *him* instead of me. But that wasn't going to happen. So I dropped it. Anger is a deadly poison.
Then, today, that idiot airhead called out 'Did you ask out John?'
I felt like murdering her. How many boyfriends, perfect, gorgeous boys that had treated her like a princess, had she thrown away? How many times had a guy turned her down in front of the whole grade? How many times had she been the dog chasing the uncatchable car? She was probably the goddamn Aston Martin.
Cool and calm, I replied 'Maybe'.
'Maybe' really pisses them off. They can't comprehend that 'maybe' means 'I don't want to talk about this, bitch. Back off before I kill you'. They want a 'yes', which means they can outright tease me, or a 'no', so they could have the chance to say 'I bet you did'.
She seemed a bit shocked. 'Oh. It's just that everyone's talking about it"
My calm and collected cool mood evaporated. It was replaced by ice - cold and deadly.
"What business is that of yours?" I asked her coldly. I stalked off.
I don't care I've made another enemy. I don't care. I'll make a thousand enemies. A million enemies. The whole world can hate me.
But never again will I *ever* be laughing stock.
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Why?
Why is 'C' called 'Satisfactory' when it's the most unsatisfactory mark a student can get - neither pass nor fail?
Why do adults take the student train and expect schoolkids to give up their seats for them?
Why do teachers use the excuse 'We're just human' but throw tantrums when we say 'We're just kids'?
...Come to think of it, why are teachers allowed to make excuses but we aren't?
Why do we always have to do what they say but they never do what we say?
Why do teachers yell at you if you're dumb and yell even harder if you're smart?
Why do teachers assume they know everything? Why do teachers assume that they're better than us?
Why are teachers allowed to be late but we aren't?
Why are teachers allowed to wear and do whatever they want and we have to wear a uniform?
Why do teachers always use the phrase 'It just makes our job easier'? No-one ever said teaching was easy.
Why are we yelled at if we call in sick and yelled at even harder when we come to school feverish? I've never seen a teacher come to school ill and I've never seen a teacher been scolded for having a cold.
Why do teachers get really pissed when you beat them in something? They're supposed to be happy - it means that someone else has done their job for them.
Why do teachers get really pissed when you correct them about something? They're supposed to be happy - it means they don't have to go to the trouble to teach us to be humble citizens. Oh, wait - don't worry, they never do anyway.
Why do teachers yell at you when you do really messy work because they say 'Presentation is Everything' but give the top marks to the *messiest* essay because 'It's the Content That Counts'?
Why do teachers say we're ungrateful when we ask politely if we can actually learn something this year? It's not like we pointed a gun to their head and said 'Teach us or die'.
Why do teachers say we're ungrateful when we say we can't wait for high school, and that whatever high school is it has to be better than primary? We're just stating the truth - something they supposedly taught us to do.
Why do teachers say we're ungrateful because we're going to a select school instead of the local one? Does it really look like I want to spend another five years slowly dying an excrutiatingly painful death of boredom? I'm half dead already.
Why do teachers always say 'you'll get all of this when you become a teacher' when we complain about their overindulgent priveledges? Does it really look like we want to be teachers, and have this written about us?
Why do adults take the student train and expect schoolkids to give up their seats for them?
Why do teachers use the excuse 'We're just human' but throw tantrums when we say 'We're just kids'?
...Come to think of it, why are teachers allowed to make excuses but we aren't?
Why do we always have to do what they say but they never do what we say?
Why do teachers yell at you if you're dumb and yell even harder if you're smart?
Why do teachers assume they know everything? Why do teachers assume that they're better than us?
Why are teachers allowed to be late but we aren't?
Why are teachers allowed to wear and do whatever they want and we have to wear a uniform?
Why do teachers always use the phrase 'It just makes our job easier'? No-one ever said teaching was easy.
Why are we yelled at if we call in sick and yelled at even harder when we come to school feverish? I've never seen a teacher come to school ill and I've never seen a teacher been scolded for having a cold.
Why do teachers get really pissed when you beat them in something? They're supposed to be happy - it means that someone else has done their job for them.
Why do teachers get really pissed when you correct them about something? They're supposed to be happy - it means they don't have to go to the trouble to teach us to be humble citizens. Oh, wait - don't worry, they never do anyway.
Why do teachers yell at you when you do really messy work because they say 'Presentation is Everything' but give the top marks to the *messiest* essay because 'It's the Content That Counts'?
Why do teachers say we're ungrateful when we ask politely if we can actually learn something this year? It's not like we pointed a gun to their head and said 'Teach us or die'.
Why do teachers say we're ungrateful when we say we can't wait for high school, and that whatever high school is it has to be better than primary? We're just stating the truth - something they supposedly taught us to do.
Why do teachers say we're ungrateful because we're going to a select school instead of the local one? Does it really look like I want to spend another five years slowly dying an excrutiatingly painful death of boredom? I'm half dead already.
Why do teachers always say 'you'll get all of this when you become a teacher' when we complain about their overindulgent priveledges? Does it really look like we want to be teachers, and have this written about us?
Saturday, February 07, 2009
A New Life
I'll admit it: last year, I was depressed. I believe that life is too short to spend any moment bored, and to spend a whole year bored drove me crazy. Not to mention all that drama over BSC - I'm so glad that was over - and things just changed too fast for me.
Last year was a bad year.
Now, life's taken a turn for the best. The worst thing that's probably happened this year is that I've ended up with the most uncooperative locker in the school, or that I got makeup on my white school shirt collar, or that our school uniform includes the tackiest socks ever invented. School is fun, challenging, and hectic - I don't have time to be bored, and now I'm concentrating on curbing my rule-bending ways. I've got brilliant friends - the kind of friends who know you for three days but still get you birthday presents - and we run on the same frequency, if you get my gist. My writing dreams seem so close now, much closer than they seemed whilst I was trapped in primary school. I've got teachers that actually care about gifted students - well, even if they don't, they can hardly complain because my school is an academic elite school and everyone is top notch. Competing with the state's best is fun, although it takes some getting used to, not being the best all the time. I don't have to worry about appearing 'too weird' in front of my new friends, because, believe it or not, most of them are just as weird or even weirder than me, if that's even possible.
I've got a new crush as well - I won't tell you his name or anything about him because I think one of my classmates might be reading this and he'll tease the mickey out of me if he found out who it is. I'm taking a break from charming, charismatic, confident guys and going for the sweet and shy type - and this guy I like seems to be loads better than BSC. But I'm not going to rush anything - if one of them asks me out and I like him, I'll go out with him, but I'm not going to be the girlfriend of some random hickey. This year, I'm not so desperate for a boyfriend - I'm cool if I get a couple this year, but I'm also cool if I stay flying solo.
I'm also changing obsessions - the obsessive-compulsive behaviour of Bella Swan gets kind of annoying after a while - and now I'm starting to get into Lord of the Rings - my favourite couple is Eowyn and Faramir, but all but *one* scene of them was cut from Return of the King! It's in the extended edition, and I've watched all the scenes on youtube, but still...they should elaborate on it a bit more. They're the best couple of the series - and they're both Australian. Whoot!
I turned thirteen two days ago, and it was marked with tons of presents from friends I'd known for about three days, a balloon my sister sneaked out of campus to get, train drama and a huge steak for dinner.
At the moment, life is good.
Last year was a bad year.
Now, life's taken a turn for the best. The worst thing that's probably happened this year is that I've ended up with the most uncooperative locker in the school, or that I got makeup on my white school shirt collar, or that our school uniform includes the tackiest socks ever invented. School is fun, challenging, and hectic - I don't have time to be bored, and now I'm concentrating on curbing my rule-bending ways. I've got brilliant friends - the kind of friends who know you for three days but still get you birthday presents - and we run on the same frequency, if you get my gist. My writing dreams seem so close now, much closer than they seemed whilst I was trapped in primary school. I've got teachers that actually care about gifted students - well, even if they don't, they can hardly complain because my school is an academic elite school and everyone is top notch. Competing with the state's best is fun, although it takes some getting used to, not being the best all the time. I don't have to worry about appearing 'too weird' in front of my new friends, because, believe it or not, most of them are just as weird or even weirder than me, if that's even possible.
I've got a new crush as well - I won't tell you his name or anything about him because I think one of my classmates might be reading this and he'll tease the mickey out of me if he found out who it is. I'm taking a break from charming, charismatic, confident guys and going for the sweet and shy type - and this guy I like seems to be loads better than BSC. But I'm not going to rush anything - if one of them asks me out and I like him, I'll go out with him, but I'm not going to be the girlfriend of some random hickey. This year, I'm not so desperate for a boyfriend - I'm cool if I get a couple this year, but I'm also cool if I stay flying solo.
I'm also changing obsessions - the obsessive-compulsive behaviour of Bella Swan gets kind of annoying after a while - and now I'm starting to get into Lord of the Rings - my favourite couple is Eowyn and Faramir, but all but *one* scene of them was cut from Return of the King! It's in the extended edition, and I've watched all the scenes on youtube, but still...they should elaborate on it a bit more. They're the best couple of the series - and they're both Australian. Whoot!
I turned thirteen two days ago, and it was marked with tons of presents from friends I'd known for about three days, a balloon my sister sneaked out of campus to get, train drama and a huge steak for dinner.
At the moment, life is good.
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Reality Check.
I don't want to sound sympathetic,
I don't want to make girls look pathetic;
I just want to tell all you guys the truth.
All the crazy things that girls do,
All the crazy things that girls go through;
We do it for you.
All my life I've heard guys complaining
That girls are just so hard to understand.
We go through an awful lot,
And yet you seem to want everything we're not;
Our lives are tough enough without you,
And we can live without you;
Yes we can.
I just laugh when guys say,
They're underpriveledged and depressed.
Because if women jumped for the same reasons you do,
We'd all be dead.
Guys have no right to say,
That we cry too much;
We worry too much;
But they do, anyway.
Because if you were us,
You'd make twice the fuss;
And we'd probably have a tissue shortage.
You try living through every day,
Counting pounds and watching your weight.
You try trying to be perfect,
For men that can't appreciate (us).
You try being hair free,
Super thin,
Shoving bleached rayon up your ass.
You try being ridiculed,
Made to clean and cook
Being a woman isn't as easy as they say.
You try hobbling around,
Looking like a clown;
Doing stupid things,
Like putting sulphur on your face.
Just to make those stupid spots go away!
Men think they go through so much pain,
But they don't know pain;
We do!
So don't complain,
Take it like a man.
Men can't even do that,
Women can.
Why do we,
Have to always be,
Everything at once?
But we don't complain,
We can't complain,
We won't complain.
If you treat us with respect.
I don't want to make girls look pathetic;
I just want to tell all you guys the truth.
All the crazy things that girls do,
All the crazy things that girls go through;
We do it for you.
All my life I've heard guys complaining
That girls are just so hard to understand.
We go through an awful lot,
And yet you seem to want everything we're not;
Our lives are tough enough without you,
And we can live without you;
Yes we can.
I just laugh when guys say,
They're underpriveledged and depressed.
Because if women jumped for the same reasons you do,
We'd all be dead.
Guys have no right to say,
That we cry too much;
We worry too much;
But they do, anyway.
Because if you were us,
You'd make twice the fuss;
And we'd probably have a tissue shortage.
You try living through every day,
Counting pounds and watching your weight.
You try trying to be perfect,
For men that can't appreciate (us).
You try being hair free,
Super thin,
Shoving bleached rayon up your ass.
You try being ridiculed,
Made to clean and cook
Being a woman isn't as easy as they say.
You try hobbling around,
Looking like a clown;
Doing stupid things,
Like putting sulphur on your face.
Just to make those stupid spots go away!
Men think they go through so much pain,
But they don't know pain;
We do!
So don't complain,
Take it like a man.
Men can't even do that,
Women can.
Why do we,
Have to always be,
Everything at once?
But we don't complain,
We can't complain,
We won't complain.
If you treat us with respect.
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
In Celebration.
Rosa Parks sat so Martin Luther King could walk. Martin Luther King walked so
Obama could run. Obama ran so that we can all fly.
Despite being on the other side of the world, I am a staunch Barack Obama supporter - as supportive as a legal minor can be, anyways. No, I did not watch the inaugeration (however you spell it), because despite being a staunch supporter, I do have bedtime curfews, and one in the morning is just a little past it (stupid time zones - I really wanted to watch the live broadcast!).
And I hope none of you have a problem with it, because I SUPPORT BARACK OBAMA.
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