musu, musu et al

happy birthday nat : ) + uni orientation

2010-02-16T06:16:00.000-08:00

Last Saturday was Natalie Petaia's 18th birthday party and it was very very enjoyable. No thanks to Nat, but entirely thanks to the karaoke machine :P After a hard long night of a good party I hit the karaoke machine hard with Nat's friend Grace and Nat chimed in to perform a Mariah Carey classic--"Always be my baby". This song reminds me of a lot of things but mostly of the time before Mariah got too lazy/old to dance. Now all she does is wiggle around on stage but I guess with a voice like hers it's okay. I met a fair few cool people at Nat's party and was quickly reminded of how cadbury Ryan is. Anyway happy 18th Natalie n_n

Oh uni orientation week has started and it's quite fun probably because it's not actually university and therefore not hard or work but semantics shemantics. Free shirts and food make it worthwhile and today in our library research lecture me and Christine passed the time by being lame and making jokes about the Phillipino gogo dancer who walked in only to find he had come to the wrong lecture.

Prior to the lecture I was headed to school to collect my laptop but got caught in some freaking torrential rain and so I found myself sitting, soaking wet, underneath a tarpaulin for viewing BBC tennis matches for around half an hour. My spirit crushed a few hours before my lecture was supposed to start I ran to the bus stop to go home because the rain made me sad and want to go home. Then I got to Indro walked to the train station and dried off my clothes in the bathroom, and then I realised that it would be pointless if I didn't go to my library research lecture if I left the house in the morning so I walked back to the bus and caught the reverse trip of the same bus into the city and walked to uni.

Anyway my sister has been going on about how awesome Nicky Minaj is. I didn't get it at first but after watching her perform with Robin Thicke on 106 & park I've done a complete 180. She's really entertaining to watch perform in that whole ''lady gaga captivates her audience by merit of being so dedicted to her performance'' way. Yes that does involve being weird and having bulging eyeballs.

distractions

2010-01-03T04:20:00.000-08:00

I think I am attracted to people like me. Not really attracted but more drawn or maybe even just happen to be surrounded by people who like distractions from actual problems.

On Christmas Eve I had an argument with my dad and my mum thought I had run away when I was just sleeping in my brother's room. So she got my sister to text me to tell me to come back and the text just said, "Mum said come home. We got a microwave".

Everyone deals with their shit differently, and I guess our difference is not being able to deal with it at all.

la futura, 未来, luminai

2009-12-16T09:29:00.000-08:00

Okay so once again there is no food. So I might be dramatic but I also know that I would find it quite difficult to make a meal out of flour and rice. Oh, and if Macguyver is reading this and thinks he can somehow pull a turkey roast or a bomb out of that, fuck you. Anyway sleeping on my hard mattress is like getting beaten uyp in my sleep or sleeping with a limp or something because whenever I wake up I feel like my spine is misaligned and my body feels more tender than menstrual time nipples ( or so I hear they are tender 8-) ). Anyway with that I have some news.

Since I last posted, actually probably a long time before that, I have finished school and have received my (shit) results. I didn't end up getting my IB diploma but I still managed to get into QUT Law which I was offered a place in last night so yeah. Oh, I know R kellz doesn't read this because it has too many words and too few pretty pictures but yeah you read correctly QUT--the university you don't consider to be a real university. So now my mum is thoroughly disappointed in my results and has no qualms with telling me how much I suck for doing the course I'm doing at any time of day and for having a shitty QTAC rank.

Examples.

eating breakfast--"hey musu you did shit"
walking to my bedroom--"so disappointed in you"
making dinner--"such a waste of life" etc.

Anyway I argued about it with her today and she told me it is her way of 'motivating me' and firstly I thought, "WTF?" then after a while I thought ... "no wait, seriously wtf?!"

Lol oh well nooone sees eye-to-eye with their parents all the time. I was all D: about my mum saying things like that at first but then I realised somewhat--what would be the opposite of prematurely? maturely??--anyway I just realised I am still happy with who I am and that I am pretty cool even if I suck at school sometimes. Now I'm going to go to the mirror and tell myself that I am super cool and I'll believe every fucking word of it.

I was considering taking a gap year to make some money but my mum shut that idea down straight away and Kt said that if I didn't go to uni I would probably end up not ever going because I am lazy and will have many babies by next year.

Anyway surprised that I managed to write even that much which is ... not much. Ten million cool points to the person that picks up the movie reference in the post. : ]

Swimming, moisturizer party, Indro bumming, free fun, enjoying life/holidays : ]

2009-12-10T07:36:00.001-08:00

So this afternoon Tyler and Phuong showed up at my house much to my ultimate behest but not really. Then we went for a quick swim which was fun because spending time with cool people is generally … uh cool, right? After the swim we decided to get ready to go pay Jermia a visit at her place of employment which I am withholding because Jermia is afraid of skeezy 50 yr old paedophiles who will track her down at work. Personally I don't know why she's worried because I already know where she works. Muahahahaha *creepy face*. –font joke intermission— Two fonts walk into a bar and the bartender says, "sorry we don't serve your type here" *wait for riotous laughter*. Okay back to blogging. Oh yeah and then we were all getting dressed in my room which was awkward especially when I offered to turn it into a 'moisturizer party' which is where we uhhh just lather moisturizer on each other LOL WTF so yeah I spiderman'ed some moisturizer onto Phuong's arm but the concept never really took off because everyone in my room at the time was a prude maybe next time? We got to Indro but Jermia could only see us briefly and although the sadness of this weakened my heart it was still nice to see her. Also wtf was with that sentence?

We ate Hanaichi after that and it was oishiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii. Then we went to Harvey Norman so Tyler could check out SLR cameras while Phuong and I just danced around which is probably my favourite pastime. FREE FUN. It's when you dance to music that's already playing in stores and it's fun because who doesn't like dancing? And it's free because you don't have to pay for it hence the name, 'free fun'. Next time we're dancing in a store I should probably get it filmed so that my happiness can be forever immortalized on the internet or maybe just my computer because everyone can see stuff on the internet.

Everyone should probably go check out Kid Cudi's new song with MGMT and Ratatat – Pursuit of happiness, because it is better than the movie, and is the song that reminds me most of schoolies so yes I do have a soft spot for it. ^ ^

I <3 Sleep Deprivation

2009-12-07T11:43:00.001-08:00

So I woke up this morning feeling like P. Diddy—not really seeing as though I woke up at midnight so by the time the sun was coming up (it's still not up yet) I was feeling pretty shitty, but I guess this is what happens when you have a sleep cycle with the regularity of your mother's bowel movements (soz, still besties?).

The title isn't about my tendency to forego sleep in favour of more important things I.e. Bleach, but has to do with a confusing conversation I had with a semi-friendly acquaintance. We were talking about music and I mentioned something about liking 'sleep deprivation' the song, and she took it as well not-sleeping, which lead to one of those awkward moments when you realize you're not really BFF with a person you're talking to. She continued with the conversation saying something like "yeah not sleeping is awesome!" which is when I realized that we were not kindred spirits </3. Then I realized how I might have seemed like one of those people who say things that are 'totally random', acting all unserious and cute and started to loathe myself a bit for it.

God I hope I get a job soon, all this free time is turning my brain into mush. Delicious brain mush (I really want to see Zombieland, and is it discriminatory of me to assume zombies like eating brains. If so I apologise for this assumption L).

Cat sounds

2009-12-04T09:53:00.001-08:00

Ah I didn't really know how to start out this post so I pissed off for a bit to read drool over THE MOST AMAZING FOOD BLOG EVER. Now that I have a food boner I am probably more distracted than when I had started typing but whatever. I haven't mentioned this but I have graduated from high school which is not really that great considering it's only high school which in the grand scheme of things is probably like a 3 on the modified-Richter scale of importance (NB: scale may not exist).

I am not really all that emotional about leaving my school. It's sad that it's over, and especially right now since the fact that real life is a complete bore is starting to set in. I guess I needed school as a distraction from DOING NOTHING OTHER THAN SWEATING PROFUSELY IN THIS MOFUCKING HEAT ON THE COMPUTER IN MY ROOM. Saddest. Image. Ever.

So after the final week of school I went to schoolies which is just a weeklong excuse for people to act slutty, drink underage, and have sex on the beach all willy-nilly with 30 000 other strangers/school leavers. Yes, it is mandatory to have sex with all of those 30 000 individuals to experience 'true schoolies'. In other words fun. Living in the bubble that is schoolies where all you have to do all day is sit about, swim, tan, drink alcoholic beverages--all in anticipation of the night time where you will be doing much of the same minus the tanning, is very comforting. It doesn't set you up for how much you will hate your life after that week but I'm sure people were well aware of the fact that you can't just selfishly enjoy yourself forever (but one guy 'enjoyed' himself for like over a day so whatever). In short, many people probably did things at schoolies that they're going to regret.

Once I got back from schoolies I went to check on my favourite blog, Daul Kim's 'I Like To Fork Myself', which seemed to be closed off, so I googled around to see if she had just shut down her blog. Unfortunately for me and the greater internet community she had died from what appeared to be a suicidal hanging. It's probably stupid that I got so upset about it but if you were as fascinated by her as I was something like this would've struck you hard. She was and still is my laptop background—it's one of the first pictures from when she died her blond. There are so many memorial posts on blogs about how great she was and I'll have to admit I was completely and utterly fascinated by this woman. So incredible was the way she looked in photographs, the genuine personality intricately revealed throughout her posts, her unique style, and the varied and reliable taste she had for film and music, her apparent addiction to trance music and raves, the quality of her mind as expressed through her blog. Perhaps it is unfortunate that people were drawn to her blog for its sometimes deprecating nature, and obvious self-conflict, but so much of her blog was deeply personal that is just added to the appeal for readers. Hopefully Daul, you, found the peace from your suffering that you just couldn't find in life.

holidayzzzzzzzzzzzzz

2009-12-01T16:01:00.000-08:00

Today I woke up at 9:30 which was obviously too late to do whatever I didn't know I had planned, but luckily my dad reminded me of whatever I wasn't doing by being a complete dickhead. Got to give it to him he really commits himself to the whole "you do shit all, get out, I never want to see your face again" role. OMG I love holidays.

jobs

2009-11-30T07:16:00.001-08:00

I just applied for some jobs but I don't think I will get them. It turns out no one likes a weak work ethic. :( I'm cut cos that was my selling point.

IB’s Impending doom & boganity

2009-10-31T09:45:00.001-07:00

So in a matter of days I will commence the tests that determine my life's worth. Yay for IB. I'm not really stressed out, but that doesn't mean I'm prepared. The past week has involved some half-arsed studying and mostly waking up in the late afternoon. It's quite funny that now as I am coming towards the end of my days in mandatory education ("woot woot", "fuck yeah", etc.) that a lot of my primary school acquaintances (just knowing someone doesn't necessarily facilitate a "friendship") have decided to connect with me online, and I realize that--offence implied, that I went to a predominately bogan school. That sounds rude but yeah whatever because OMG I'm so elitist but seriously after perusing some of their online profiles I have surmised the following.

Ipswich is a hole—and from this that Ipswich is NOT the most livable city in QLD (It's some statistic they put in newspaper articles).
Education, although important, is often neglected.

So one of the guys from my primary school posted a facebook status that asked "Who is more happier? the rich man who has everything or the homeless man who has very little?" and comments that were along the lines of "the rich guy" were responded to with "yeah but the poor guy is happy, man". My first thoughts were, "uhh he's kidding *lols*" but then I quickly realized that he was not being sarcastic (I don't think he knows what sarcasm is), and then I realized that he probably doesn't know what poverty is. Maybe I was reading too literally into what he had written (a trait that I have tried to develop after many misleading questions on Chinese papers like "did he like the food?" correct answer: "no, but it was described to be delicious and exquisite") and felt he did not adequately provide a basis for his argument. Then I realized poor people are always happy, just like in musicals. Orphans, I hear, are among the happiest people in the world, right after corpses, and children caught up in Nazi regimes escaping to the alps (I like Sound of Music, okay which was actually rather happy but I digress).

I didn't comment because I'm too much of a smug asshole to be an actual asshole and say something and because I don't really know why this annoys me. It's not like I taught him English or anything. Maybe I'm so empathetic towards his failed English/lower order reasoning (I don't think it can be considered ''higher order'') teacher that I am embarrassed for them.

Since I am almost finished with high school I'm supposed to have my career trajectory mapped out, except that I'm unmotivated to do much searching, and that I don't think I can get paid for eating bread and reading blogs (In a perfect world … *sigh*). Such is the extent of my laziness that I've taken to doing things in the dark (uh, not like that). On another note I should probably stop doing this because a) I hate three teaspoons of coffee in my coffees b) I miss my draws/baskets when I am putting my clothes away and c) because hot water is *quoting Johnny's TOK presentation* "in fact, HOT".

best blog ever=pictures of food

2009-10-23T09:16:00.000-07:00

*drools*

assumptions

2009-10-15T03:53:00.000-07:00

I was running a little late this morning because I had misplaced my school pants (yeah I know wtf, right?) anyway so in my flurried state I took off my sliding wardrobe doors to make it easier to search through the mass of clothes it conceals on the ground. Now right after reading this you, the reader, are probably thinking WTF he probably lives in a sty and in response to this I say, "umm ... yes". I don't think I will ever be able to own my house without it becoming overrun with just useless junk, and clothes on the floor. So my brother came in my room before and was like, "what happened to your door?" to which I replied "I COULDN'T FIND MY PANTS GET OFF MY BACK".

haha I'm retarded.

the industry standards of intimacy, wanting someone--well anyone, and the impending destruction of our planet

2009-09-25T07:24:00.000-07:00

So recently my friends and I have been discussing being single most probably because I got drunk at a party and had a massive spack about it but whatever let's not get into the details. It's probably premature of us to worry about being lonely and whatnot, but I've come to realise that I am not really sure how intimacy is supposed to work anyhow.

Whenever I watch a movie or anything and a couple are together and they whisper some sweet words into the other one's ear I'm always confused. The only things my mind can imagine the person whispering are like "fill my hole", "suck my wang" or "let's go pancake manor?". With that being said I never really understood how to get someone and I'm just getting frustrated what with the world coming to an end.

Yesterday there was an EPIK DUST STORM, and although it didn't really make me think of planet Earth's impending doom, I am thinking of that now. Sometimes it feels like I'm ... how do I say it--Oh like Zoidberg, from Futurama. Everyone else from his generation were coupling up to reproduce and die, and he is fighting Fry so he doesn't get the chance to find his mate, and ends up the only adult lobster alien thing left.

Okay, so my situation isn't as serious, and there will be other opportunities in my life to have sex with lobsters, but is it my fault for wanting it now?

cruisinnnnnnnnnnngggggggg

2009-09-06T07:29:00.000-07:00

Ever since my friends have been becoming of age and getting their P's there has been an increased pressure to sneak out and drive around, otherwise known as "cruising, bro". I must say that ever since Mylinh got her P's that I've seen her more often and I've been reminded why she's so awesome.

I am, however, sorry that I am really slack and don't have my L's so Mylo has to drop me home and pick me up, and I can feel myself get tired in the car on the way home, so my small way of making it up to her is usually to stay up until she gets home. Then that way I will feel like I'm making a difference when I'm really not--kinda like doing forty hour famine, without donating money, because essentially you're foregoing food for the sake of foregoing food, but there's a placebo effect in that you still think you're doing something.

On Friday night we went to Sunnybank, met up with Phuong and Anthony, drove up to Mt Cootha, screamed at ghosts, probably surpassed the speed limit, made Phuong cry out of fear of the fog atop Mt Cootha, and then made our way back to Maccas in Sunnybank at around 2 in the morning only to find out that they don't serve ice cream after 1, and then start serving it again until 4, which, at the time, was the most heartbreaking thing I had ever encountered.

So we decided to loiter for a bit, until one of Phuong's drug dealer acquaintances (I say one because she might have more. NO JUDGEMENT) came in high and offered us some drugs. It was nice of him and all, as he had only known us for five minutes, but yeah we declined and left to go home, after an hour (I think? I have a bad sense of time) of talking.

I think the best part about cruising is when Mylo has to drive me home and we're tired and we talk and it's nice because I think it makes us connect deeper than earlier in the evening. Is it weird that we're closer when we're tired? Whatever, it is usually the best part of the night.

So on Saturday I had planned to study, but my dad had a massive spack so I decided to call upon Jermia to pick me up and waste time together. I know this makes me a pussy and shit for using her, BUT ... I'm a pussy and shit so whatever lol. Just want to say--thanks, Jermia for yeah ... you know ... your brown nipples.

Tomorrow is the start of blocks and I'm not really prepared but what is new. My mum is slowly learning how to use the internet and she just showed me some samoan blog, and I read some of the articles and lol I just find it funny that my mum is using the computer because she is old.

Lol and I started playing Oblivion on X-box 360, some role-playing alternate universe with magic blah, etc game, and I joined "the dark brotherhood" by killing an innocent lady in her own house so I could steal her axe. Then I killed the Brotherhood's fucking pet rat in a dungeon then I got kicked out, and they sent a ghost to try and kill me. WTF? double standards, much? In my defence, I didn't know it was the house pet.

Unintentionally Racist

2009-08-27T08:29:00.001-07:00

So lately I've been thinking about whether or not you can consider something to be a racist occurrence if the people involved just don't know any better. I'm going to start out by saying something that should be obvious and that is that I don't like racism. If you're a decent human being you'd think the same, but recently I've come across a few people who seem to think it's okay to not know that what they're doing rubs me, and others, the wrong way--that way being, namely, racist.
Yes, I'm being rubbed racist-ly.

I guess I wouldn't care unless a few things that happened in the past two weeks hadn't occurred or maybe I'm just trying to play victim because I'm a sook. Either way I'm still going to write about it.

I remember catching a peak hour train from Central Station after school, and usually you can just hold up your ticket and the station operators barely look at it and they just let you through, but there I was in all my law-breaking blackness with my ticket intending to walk through like the 50-odd swarm of people that had just done so around me to be stopped and asked for my ID and so the guy could scrutinize my ticket. I didn't think of it but then this white guy came up to me and said, "that's fucking bullshit they didn't even check my ticket because I'm white. That's bloody racist" OWTTE (which Sandra tells me means, "Or words to that effect"). That made me think well yeah that was pretty racist but I'm not dying so I'll get over it.

My school uniform is pretty effed up in that no public transport workers ever think I am really a high school student. I was getting on my bus to go home, and I showed the bus driver my school ID to which he said, "I don't know this school *longest pause in the world*", to which I said,
"… it has the Queensland transport logo on it…"
"… That doesn't mean a thing!"
So he made me pay the adult fare.
I swear some bus-drivers are just small human beings who like to feel big by abusing all the power their jobs offer them.
He didn't even ask for the school IDs of other high school-aged kids, and it might just be because I look old for my age, but then again, they were all white. Some of them weren't even in uniform though. T_T I like to think I don't jump to conclusions, but was he honestly suggesting that I had made a fake school ID card, worn some fugly cheap business man uniform just to get a cheaper fare on my bus home. If I had the ability to invest that much effort in anything I would definitely not be as penniless as I am. I guess that's not really racist as much as it shows that the bus driver was the equivalent of a Pompei-sized douchebag erupting. It's still annoying though.

A teacher from school saw me wearing shorts on some extra-curricular school activity and noted how my knees looked, "dirty". They then said that it was as if I "don't scrub", and "need to wash [my] knees". I was silently astounded. There was no way that I thought a teacher would say something so blatantly uneducated. It's not like coloured people are rare in the world. I felt like I had stepped into a time warp and was remembering stories my primary teachers would tell me about there not being mixed swimming pools in case the colour ran off the indigenous Australians. More than anything, I was annoyed that such ignorance was able to prevail even until this day and age. My dark skins folds when my knee is not bent which makes it look darker or ''dirty'' as one might suggest, but honestly who would even say something like that. It's not like people go around saying, "you look like you need to wash", to strangers without causing offence. Even though the teacher probably isn't racist, I felt like that was a stupid thing to say considering my skin colour.

Something else that annoys me, but that I'm sometimes guilty of, is mistaking peoples' identites. A lady at the daycare where I went to drop my nephew off told me he couldn't come in because they have a rule not allowing children with fevers to return for at least a day. I asked if she was sure and she told me that my nephew had a fever of 40 degrees and that my house had been called to collect him yesterday. I told her that there was some mistake and that it wasn't him, because he wasn't even there the previous day. Then she told me to wait, that I was probably wrong and then she left to fuck around for ten minutes/check.
How and, more importantly, why did she think that she was correct? I wouldn't have minded had she not approached me with a face that was more "what the hell do you think you're doing?" than "sorry, we're just upholding company policy."
T_T WTF? If you hadn't mistaken every brown kid in your class for one another this type of embarrassing mix-up wouldn't happen. That is why mistaken identity annoys me, and I'm not entirely certain whether it's racist or not. I always used to say that racism is only when you do something like say, "this person sucks because they r x race" as opposed to "this x race person sucks", but I realize that there's so much more to it than that.

I know I'm overreacting but these daily annoyances are starting to get to me, and sometimes I feel like being unintentionally racist back, but even then I would feel like I know what I'm doing. So why doesn't everyone else?

Return to blogging

2009-08-18T07:34:00.001-07:00

I don't know why I haven't managed to write a decent-sized post in while. I'm still doing the same things I used to, and it's not like the ''free time'' I used to have for blogging is gone—now I just sit and stare at my walls, though. So, I'm going to start trying to post again, because I just like the experience of blogging. It's a form of true catharsis (that is a big word, and would get me some major points in scrabble/QCS written response task).

So anyway, on Monday I had to write a QCS written response task, and we were given the topic of a circle. The article produced is supposed to be 600 words, so I did it in around an hour, without proofreading or editing because I am a fail/bad/lazy student. The previous Thursday we had a whole day committed to how to go about taking the QCS Tests and we were told that the writing task involved drafting and editing and just a lot of time but I think most of the people from my school think that they're the bomb and can last-minute everything. Haha, just kidding, because I do it all the time, and I guess everyone is just lazy. It just annoys me when people say things like, "omg 600 words in two hours … oh wait it is for normal high school kids *giggles*", because seriously there is a point where people go beyond being confident to just being … a steaming cup of asshole. My response was—I hope you can prepare yourself for the inanity of it, about "The existence of imagined circles". At the time I didn't know what to write about, and the coordinator lady was tracking people down giving them angry faces so I just thought of something that sounded like a TOK essay I had read and stuck with it. Needless to say, the essay produced was a probably filled with grammar and spelling errors, and a paucity of decent content. (btw ''paucity'' is one of the ''big unusual" words that I am planning on using in my real essay). Even though QCS is not that long away, I am still feeling rather mellow about it. I'm one of those people that don't work unless really pressured to, and in the end, that is my greatest weakness (please don't tell my enemies).

Right now I'm feeling quite shitty, and have a bad cold, blah blah joint pain blah blah simultaneously blocked and runny nose blah blah headaches, but my parents never really believe that I am sick. This can get annoying, and so a lot of the time I just tough it out and complain to everyone else. This would mean it would suck hairy balls to be my friend, but you got to take the good with the bad. I just made a pot of tea and chopped heaps of ginger and put it into the jug, because ginger is supposed to be a magical cure for … illness, and so I'm hoping that this effload of ginger will help to rejuvenate my ailing body. D:

I'm off to bed now, even though I slept around thirteen hours straight today.

2009-08-17T04:20:00.000-07:00

Nowadays, I just a) really miss Lauryn Hill, b) am always tired and c) cbf blogging

Well... look on the brighter side of things... at least your mother doesn't rape you :)

2009-08-09T05:58:00.000-07:00

I'M A BIG FAT SLUTTY WHORE NAMED MUSU JERMIA IS VERY COOL MULIAGA... ^^

jks jks... it's just Jermia in need of a serious rant so Musu has kindly lent me his blogspot so that I could vent.

YAAAAAY!!!!

well i've been fighting with my mutti bear (mother bear in german :P) a lot lately. mainly things about how all asians are drug dealers and how i over dramatise everything while withdrawing from our relationship whenever i feel emotionally vulnerable... my mother is a counsellor... there is no winning an argument with her >_>

whenever i try to confide in her, i find that her comeback always is something along the lines of "well my life sucks more..."

of course she doesn't say it so bluntly... but that's the underlying message of her long winded lectures. xD

jermia: hmm i'm tired
mum: YOU think YOU'RE TIRED!?! i have to wake up at 4.30 am to go to work so that i can pay your private school tuition

jermia: i feel sick
mum: well i wish i could get sick, but i don't even have that luxury... if i don't work i don't have money to pay the rent and we don't eat jermia!!! how do you feel with not eating for a week?

jermia: i'm poor...
mum: well you shouldn't be poor since i basically buy you everything you need, i pay your school fees, i feed you, i drive 30mins to work all the time, and i've just bought you a car, paid for your rego and insurance... i've worn the same clothes for about 15 years because i always put you first!

jermia: did you label that box?
mum: well jermia if you are so concern why don't you stop studying for your exams and stop doing your assignments and label all of these boxes for me okay! because right now i don't have the time to label boxes.
jermia: i was just curious to why this box wasn't labelled... that's all o_O

as you can see... it's not my fault and it's not like i can fix any of this so i don't understand why she needs to emotionally take it out on me :(

sometimes i feel like kicking or punching a massive hole in the wall... but we are currently renting] and i think both my mother and the landlord would then most likely kick or punch a massive hole in my face :\

not cool...

i think i've calmed down a lot now... so i'm not so aggressive with my ranting...

have you ever noticed how ugly you look when you cry? i dunno but when i look at myself in the mirror while i cry... it makes me cry even more because i look so emotionally and physically retarded... i do hope that everyone else resembles a dying whale when the cry cause i'd hate to be the exception lol

ohh yehh and the phrase FML... it's been overused... just like LOL LMAO ROFL... whenever i see these words i begin to evaluate... LOL... are they really laughing at what i just typed on msn... or is it just like a reflex... and immediate response or reaction!?!

FML... seriously... this term is so loosely thrown around... just like the phrase "i love you"

that's why whenever i tell musu i love him he never says it back... ^^
and it makes me happy that he won't say it back to me... because it's his way of telling me that he cares :)

if he were to say it all the time it would just lose it's meaning
so when he does say it... it means even more to me now :D

i have a lot of assignments and studying to do... 3 weeks till exam block which means less than 3 weeks until QCS... but i'm going to try to cram all of this revision into this week so that i can go partying this weekend without feeling so guilty!

download the song sexy bitch feat. akon... it's a stupid song but extremely catchy and contagious just like aids, only this song wont make you feel as if you are peeing out razor blades (thank you to all of the advertising campaigns on the brisbane buses which promote safe sex) xD

ohh yehh... i forgot to mention this but...

FML... YEAR 12 SUCKS... but then again... it's only year 12 right?^^

sunday? more like funday

2009-08-02T05:58:00.000-07:00

So usually Sundays for me are quite boring. I wake up go to church, go home in the afternoon and sleep. Even the most Christian of Christians would find church boring sometimes (I think my priest falls asleep sometimes), and being that I am not the most Christian-ey of Christians I tend to get bored there pretty easily.

Today was different though, I decided to go to the University of Queensland open day with some friends, but it turns out that I was running late so I cbf'ed going to UQ and instead just decided to go into the city for some general debauchery.

Karaoke, and korean food was involved.

I hadn't seen these friends in a long time, and it was nice, but also bad because I imposed a ban on going out until Schoolies on myself (except formals, how could you ban yourself from a formal? are you crazy??)

: )

Remember to

2009-07-18T10:03:00.000-07:00

SMILE

im lame cbf substance

knowing others' lives sucks makes me feel better

2009-07-03T09:45:00.000-07:00

Is that considered schadenfraude?

Earlier today Phuong called me to tell me about how shit her life was. Then I told her how shit I felt, and then we both felt comforted knowing that each of the other one's lives sucked (that's what friends are for!). Oh and I just watched this short film about Chinese sex slavery called Lily's Hope, and now I know my life is not so crap ... and that I am glad I am not an illegally-trafficked Chinese sex slave :|

In other news Ciara has a new song and the film clip is the lolz. Check out that sweet dancing xD

So today after I had done all the chores in the house non-stop for a week (even though I still do this during school I'm on holiday so I want to not have to do something all the time at least some of the time lol), cooked dinner every night, babysat almost every second day, and had not asked to go out the entire week, my dad came home and got angry at me for--wait for it, "not doing any chores" claiming that I should--wait for it, again, that I should "find some place else to live because I am lazy. So lazy". This happened all while my brother who sleeps all day, does not work, and is generally just a dirty ratfaced loser was sleeping, and I'm still the bad one. With that I realised that it's not my fault that some people, like my dad, will never truly appreciate anything I do for them, and that I should stop feeling bad for myself because of it.

World domination and the ole ''my parents are the worst parents ever'' teenage rant

2009-06-29T02:01:00.000-07:00

Yesterday marked the annual sighting of the elusive Mylinh and it was pretty chill. Ryan was also in attendance, it was nice : ) we went to the valley after finding out that Transformers was sold out for the entire day which was very fucking fuck. We also tried to buy alcohol at what I thought was this small empty pub, then we got massively cold feet and Mylinh pretended to get a phone call saying that we had to leave--it was pretty funny xD

So anyway for a while now I've been into korean pop culture (come on being into Japanese stuff is soooooooooo year nine, guys) and then the other day I had the epiphany that South Korea is trying to take over the world. Much like the Northern counterparts except with a happier, kill-you-with-cuteness, not trying to dominate everyone in a bad way kinda way.

Firstly, the number of Korean artists who are debuting or planning to debut in the U.S. is increasing.
Why? The United States are one of the most powerful countries in the world, they're also increasing the amount of Koreans present in the Chinese entertainment industry and that means they will infitrate the largest army in the world, disarm them with their catchy pop and then suck the life blood of that nation, and then every other nation in the world.

Secondly, in Brisbane alone, there has been a considerable and by ''considerable'' I mean "Isn't there a quota or something WTF HOW MNY?" increase in the number of Korean residents, shops, restaurants etc

Then I realised how awesome it would be so I stopped worrying and placed my faith in the hands of 9 cute girls singing about Genies. If South Korea were to take over the universe I don't think I would try to stop it, or "deny ... [such] ... ''benificence beamed across laminex".

So my parents and I don't really have a great relationship and I know what you're thinking, "a teenager not getting along with their parents? No way, man! *rolls eyes*" but seriously I'm really "T_T" over it at the moment. I have decided to start with a positive story because if I didn't I don't think I could ever get out of this hate parents/hate life cos of parents/wanting to be away from my parents forevvvvzzz mindset.

The other night my mum was reading some bible story to me because I had a Sunday school test the next day, and she was skimming through and said, "Oh this story about Arana's wife ... the lady that turned into --"
"--STONE"
"yes, a salt bag"
Through this entire time I just kept laughing because it was around 1 in the morning. Then we talked about Mary Magdalene and she asked me what she was to which I responded with, "sluz" to which my mum wearily agreed--"yes". It was funny for me, as is every interaction where I just say anything and the other person just goes along with it, made funnier by the fact that my mum is old. It's kinda like seeing white people rap, or black people play ice hockey--the unexpectedness of it really knocks you. NB: I'm not a fan of Eminem.

Today I got my report card, and it didn't really confirm anything that I didn't know because being the positive person I am I already didn't believe in the concept of ''unconditional love''. This concept btw is still bullshit, it's like ... in Full Metal Alchemist where Ed is whining about equivalent exchange in that final confrontation episode and the bitch he fights with is all "nigga please stfu about e.e. nigga be mad trippin' " Oh, and the other day Ryan said something about him not understanding my relationship between my parents and that I'm cold with them, but I think it's more that my parents being the silly ethnics that they are, make it so that I have to earn love. Nothing in the world comes for free. Blah blah blah, but seriously what do they expect from me? If you're not interested in reading about how I hate my life or me sook about crap then I suggest you stop reading now.

To know that your parents have given up on you is worse then finding out that Santa doesn't exist. It's also very unfair, or at least I feel it is.
"I don't even know what to say to you anymore. You're no good at anything, you don't even clean up the house. It would be okay if you just stayed and cleaned up the house but you don't even do that"

You know what would be a good thing to say?
That you will always care for me because I am your son and that you don't need to do anything to earn my love and that I care for you because you are you.

Somehow this is my fault because I am useless and I have ''changed''. Well, it wasn't my idea to be put in this predicament in the first place because a) you forced the idea of this school on me, and b) I remember telling you what I really wanted to be and you laughed and said I should do that on the side of me planning to get a ''real job''. I clean the kitchen every night, even when I don't eat here, which is more often than not, and yet you let my brother off without doing anything. I do more in this house than anyone else here, and all you manage to do is complain about how I don't do enough. You treat me like a servant and call me an ingrate, when you have never shown that you were grateful for what I've done either.

You criticise me for being too white, but what the fuck do you want from me? I'm going to say it--I'm not even proud of being Samoan, in fact I would go as far as to say I hate it. I'm not embarrased to say that I am Samoan, it's just like saying, "I have black hair," but it's not necessarily something that gives me pride or something I wanted. When I think of my parents' culture and people I don't think of success. You shove your idea of what me being successful would mean, but all you have are your words to back things up with--you're one contradiction after another. You've never understood how hard it is for me, because you literally, have nothing to compare it to. I don't fit in anywhere because I'm not Samoan, but I'm not anything else either, so I'm that weird spot in-between delegated to orphans who have no parents. You project traditional white ideas on me about success and yet you stress the importance of being Samoan, and sometimes--a lot of times, I just feel like calling you out for your shit. When I do though, it's always me just being disrespectful, in that case when am I supposed to tell you anything?

Who the hell walks around mumbling shit about how useless their kids are? What the fuck kind of person does that? Seriously, that's not even sane. The more I think about this the angrier, and sadder, and worse I feel. I can't talk to you about it because you'll just say you don't understand, because you don't, and then we'll have gotten nowhere.

I go to church for you even though I'm not sure if I believe in it. Plus I fucking hate church, I have no friends there and growing up I remember spending all my free time there. Stop putting me in your family prayer every fucking night I'm sick of hearing, "please help Musu in his school work" every night. You don't pray to change anyone elses' shitty ways nope just mine because I am the worst of all things to ever happen in your life. It isn't encouraging, it's just a constant reminder that you're not pleased with me. What makes it worse is that you're bringing your God into this. Please just fuck off with that.

In the end, I guess unconditional love is too foreign and new-age a concept for my parents to believe in it.

Some of these are the things that I have wanted to say to my parents since as long as I could remember, but they're also the things that I'm never going to be able to say.

So in conclusion I'm lonely and want someone who will drop all their shit for me because sometimes every now and again I need to feel important. Haha, okay I will take my tampon out now. I don't really feel like blogging for a while either.

Sometimes people just need the noise

2009-06-24T08:13:00.001-07:00

I just read Lawrence's post about how the Black Eyed Peas have ruined his life. Personally, I don't think their music is bad because I'm like your mum--really easy to please. I like the fact that I can enjoy almost any type of music. This girl I used to date once said to me that she loved all music (we weren't really into the same music) and I would always, internally at least, think that it was a ''WTFCKSHITBBQ'' comment I.e. major bullshit. Now I have come to know that she could have truly loved all types of music because in some way the same is true for me. I thought it unrealistic that someone would say that they like all music because I would just assume that they were being PC so as not to hurt the unloved music genres' feelings. In my disbelief I neglected the fact that most people can like most things or at least tolerate them ('most' not applying to Lawrence it seems which makes him a racist, flag-burner. It's written on a blog—IT MUST BE TRUE!)

So back to the title of this post I think people need something that sounds pleasant enough to suffice--doesn't have to have the most meaningful lyrics, best instrumentals etc, but it just has to sound good enough. Ravekids need music that is repetitive enough to dance for hours, stoners needs music that is scary enough to illicit the best crazy ass hallucinations, lovers need music that is romantic enough to make them want to f*$*, and some people just need music to fill the silence of there being no music.

We're all human and we appreciate beauty in all its forms, and individual interpretation is going to skew our perspectives. Also don't ask me when I turned into Oprah but I just have, k?

Why exactly did I take it upon myself to write this nonsensical post?
To practice my English, of course.

You know what's more ironic than a young person giving advice about the world and why people like music?

"IMMA FUCK THE DECEPTIKONZ UPPP ... before 7PM cos Jamie is taking me to see the newest Hannah Montana movie. *twirls hair*"

Lawrence is cool because he is tall and if life were like life in Invader Zim he would probably lead the country.

dedicashunnnnnnnnssss<3

2009-06-22T05:54:00.000-07:00

So if you have ever come across a teen bloggy you may have chanced upon an expression of their love for a significant other otherwise known as a ''deDika$|-|unNNNnnnn MENGZ!". I'm not criticizing people but it is amazing how similar they all sound. If it's a whole page it'll usually be filled with sappy words--something like "you are the [insert word for something that completes something] my [thing that is incomplete]" repeated until the person's hands get tired from typing. It might sound romantic, but can true love really be so formulaic? Besides the fact that I find most of these things stupid like "writing until forever" etc like seriously wth so young and thinking this person will last forever T__T This isn't based on one person in particular, but based on a great number of people who think they've found that seemingly unattainable person they will spend the rest of their lives with. Their one. Their 'wei yi' also: lol I could be just some loser cynic but doesn't anyone watch How I met your mother? He's over thirty and hasn't found 'the one' yet. Yes, I use that as an example because my whole life is based on tv. In closing every person who is young is stupid, and some people who are not young are still stupid, and some people who are young are not stupid.

friend-making advice

2009-06-21T00:52:00.000-07:00

So the other week I saw I Love You, Man, and although I didn't find it particularly funny it did pose some pose-worthy* questions. The difficulty in making friends--I bring this up because I swear my friendship circle has been closing in lately. This is the internet and I'm still a teenager so I'm allowed to write at least one pussy bitch blogpost about how pussy and emo I am.

Annnywwwwwwwwaay I would rationalise that most people find their friends through like mutual interests ...

or via facebook/bebo/myspace/blog stalking and since I have no interests, bebo and myspace I'm limited to facebook and blogging. This pretty much leaves me with blog-reading, because well facebook is the most difficult social networking site to stalk on (haha I probably sound creepy but ... I am so what the hey!?) Even then it's difficult to make new NEW friends like people with little-or-no mutual friends whatsoever. Oh I forgot to mention the possiblity of meeting people in real life but that's stupid because in a few years time noone will be real and we will all be like ... ummm usb-sticks? yeah usb-sticks plugged into computers that are switched on all the time interacting through virtual reality, also: wtf, I'm not high. Well actually, I rule out real life because lately I haven't been able to make friends in this crazy archaic way either and so as not to perpetuate my epik faildom momentum I should move to the internet.

So this is just about seeing some blogs that I think are cool and me needing friends, and also my friends are mostly very short and I would like to become friends with people who are not necessarily 'tall' but closer to my height because I went to my friend's birthday dinner last night (Happy Birthday, Eric!) with a bunch of other people I know and they are all mostly considerably shorter than me and a short person might be like, ''well, that's cool", but it's not because being like 44444x bigger than everyone else is weird and strangers in restaurants are probably thinking as you walk in, "Omg that black guy are the rapeskiessss all those kids he are with" or like, "where did black man steal those azn kids from?!"

In conclusion my friends should be taller and today I watched this Spanish movie (world movies channel FTMFW) called ''Fermat's Room' about this guy who invites four people to this room in the middle of nowhere to complete the greatest mathematical challenge ever but it turns out that it's [SPOILER REMOVED]. So now you must watch it : ) and it's not really about maths. It's captivating and intense kinda like ~~Spanish~~ any porn.

Goodbye blog and to everyone reading this I only have this to say:
LOOKING GANGSTER!

*I'm going to buy a definitions-book**
**I'm going to buy a thesaurus so I can find a new word for ''definitions-book"

exam tears and newfound resolves (that are found every term)

2009-06-16T05:28:00.000-07:00

So today we got back some exam results and needless to say, I pretty much sucked a big suckbag. Yeah, I was almost teary by the end of the day--not real tears because I am a big man *Ugh want meat* just like those secret tears that you hide inside until one day you explode over something trivial like dropping your pen and then *RAAAAAGGGEEEE, punch strangers in the face*

Considering I am pretty, well, let's be honest majorly SCREWED for ~~most~~ all of my subjects I think I will devote my time to actually reading the english texts and see how far that gets me in life. Nah, just kidding. I know everyone always says, ''oh yeah next term, next term'', well I'm still saying it this term T_T

After getting home in a mood crabbier than your vagina (TOTAL BURN, SUCKER) I decided to make the best of things and make like a straw and suck it up. When I got home I played piano for a bit and I'm slightly happier now because I'm trying to learn a new song. It usually takes me ages to learn a new song because I'm really crap, but I have to try otherwise I will only know one song for the rest of my entire life. That's as useful as something that is not very useful at all.

In other news my phone is acting up and I never have credit which is a double fail--kinda like my results this term. Ooh, self-inflicted burn!

can't keep it up ... giggle

2009-06-09T08:11:00.000-07:00

I can never seem to be able to stay awake for very long after school and as I write this blog I know it's because of the late nights ... where I just do nothing/study. o_o

The first day of exams just finished and you would think I ought to be more prepared because we just had a long weekend but you know I'm a suckbag which reminds me if you put 'bag' on the end of an insult it's instantly an even worse insult. For instance take, ''you're a dick'', the term is indefinite so it doesn't specify the extent to which you are a ''dick'', but if you were to say, ''you're a dickbag'', then you're made aware of the fact that you are one bag's worth of dick. This makes it sound like you being a bag of dickness is a lot more than being a dick itself, because it implies you're more dick-ish. Pointless, I know, but I just like to share.

So I got in and the first paper I have is an English P1, so I didn't feel the need to study much for it, because it was unseen, duh. Then the poem was one we had already gone through last year and I ended up writing a heaping pile of shit. I guess you could say that my English essay was pretty much a massive shitbag! Jankies, right? All the wanking from the weekend that I did, for the purpose of training my arm to not get tired during my english exams, did not prepare me for the strain I felt upon my wrist. Just kidding. Ewww, no, I wanked because I enjoyed it, and by 'it' I mean 'seeing your mum'.

Seeing as tomorrow or rather today in 7 hours I have an English exam on two novels I haven't read (I lost wide sargasso sea the first day I borrowed it from the library xD), a Chinese exam that one of the Chinese teachers said "Oh yeah, it will be really hard" while puckering her lips together to make a sour face showing that her sentiment is genuine, and a Chem exam that shouldn't be hard--I'm just not prepared, I think it was a wise decision. The decision to come on blogspot to quell my thirst for the blog at 1:30 in the morning.

In other news, what the hell is with the movie, Teeth? If you don't know it's a movie about this girl who has a monstrous vagina that has teeth that can bite and yeah o_o. So anyway I kept thinking about how she kept being kinda ... raped/sexually abused. I find it weird because she was not hot, and I'm just saying it's unrealistic because in a world of drunk hot teenagers and other hot people with the inability to refuse sex I find it weird. That is to say that in a perfect world, the ugly people will be raped least, if rape existed, which it wouldn't. I was going to say "I wouldn't rape her" but it reminded me of the episode in Veronica Mars where that comedy magazine says the same thing, and since I learn everything from my tv, I knew it was wrong to say something like that. It's wrong to say it, so I will just go back to thinking it in my head.

Hey Neighbourino

2009-06-03T08:38:00.001-07:00

So I've noticed after careful observations and by this I mean ummm having my eyes work that my neighbours don't seem to turn their lights off, ever. Now I don't want to diss them otherwise it would be awkward if they ever read my blog. I don't think they would ever read it, but suppose they happened across it and then they would be like "oh no he didn't?! *snaps fingers*" ya know? Besides they are my only neighbours because I live on the corner of a cul-de-sac, and it's hard to explain so I won't just know that it geographically forbids us from having any or many immediate neighbours, so I can't get rid of them liking my family. It's not like we're super close anyway, and the idea of a block party happening in my street is as probable as you getting with my mum I.e. IMPOSSIBLE. … but in all seriousness who will we give the excess barbecue food to if our relationship becomes strained? Although we have excess BBQ food as often as I use an excess amount of the titrant solution in a titration reaction I.e. NOT OFTEN AT ALL, COS I R PRO, no, seriously I'm the bomb at titrations, there's still the chance that it might happen and then the food will go to waste. From where I'm from it's basically a sin to waste food. If you were to interview my friends or family like this " stealing? Uhhh well is if it wasn't big. Wasting food? FUCK YOU", you would understand how important food is. Food is important, but so is not keeping on your lights all night. Why would they even need the lights on all night? I can't understand why anyone would ever need to do that, but I guess I'm just a big slice of hypocrite pie, because as I type this it's 1.43 in the morning and my lights are still on.

I guess my neighbours and I have more in common than I first thought, and maybe I should be the one to turn off my lights. Maybe one day when they were fed up with me having my light on each night they decided to challenge me to see who could keep their lights on the longest. If so, BRING IT ON.

apples are better than alcohol

2009-05-31T07:44:00.000-07:00

So here I am again. I'm doing it--I'm going to do an all-nighter on some school assessment after I promised myself that I would only ever spend an entire night on either making love or watching every episode of The O.C. I'm so disappointed in myself ...

... placing these horrible feelings of disappointment aside, I realised that whenever I needed to stay up to do a lot of work I ended up drinking a bit of wine. Okay that does sound a little more alcoholic than I had wanted, but considering I do schoolwork infrequently as it is ... well, let's just say that means I'm not drinking often, I decided to replace wine with apples for tonight. Maybe they will stimulate my brain or do nothing but feed my desire for wine lol jks.

On Friday night I went to kt's cousin's birthday party and it was pretty fun. Her cousin and his friends speak some heavy Singaporean-accented English, which is cool, except that I had to ask one of them to repeat himself a few times, and I know how annoying it is to get asked to repeat yourself. Usually when my mum (hey don't judge me I'm not perfect) asks me to repeat something I have to yell it for her to hear and because I am a cranky pants and then she yells at me for yelling and then I get angry and yell and go to my room to be angry, teen-aged and, like totally, misunderstood.

Tyra Banks & lost mail

2009-05-28T08:47:00.000-07:00

One of the guiltiest pleasures in my life is being in love with Tyra Banks, or more her talk show and america's next top model. It's kinda like how I justify watching and enjoying Gossip Girl. Her talk show is amazing entertainment--she just had some lady on the show who eats chalk dust. WTF? There's so many topics and it's a massive contradiction how she projects the image of being sexy, but frowns upon flaunting sexuality and it's so the bomb.

In relation to the episode about the porn guy that got fired from Subway well I probably wouldn't want to eat at a sandwich store that employed porn people because well semen in my food, yeah. There was another show about secrets and I know why she wanted to go on the show to tell her mum she was pregnant, because she didn't want to GET KNOCKED THE FUCK OUT.

Soz, I get all riled up by the Tyra Banks show lol. In other news my Outlook inbox saddens me, because it says there are three new messages and I can't find them. : ( It's because I can't find what day they came from so if you're familiar with Outlook and being a noob then you'd know I can't find the NEW MAIL xD

In closing a black guy just said, "it's hard for me to get a job because I'm big and have a beard". I bet you were thinking it was because he is black ; P

Free slushies, grocery shopping and my new life as an outlaw

2009-05-27T05:17:00.000-07:00

As it is a Wednesday I finished school at 1.10 so, as usual, I decided to head into the city for no real purpose much like every other Wednesday. The difference this time was that I actually did have a purpose haha tricked ya earlier, and that purpose was to get and drink free slushies! If you live in Brisbane you would probably know that MX had free slurpees from 7/11 Vouchers, and if you didn't YOU'RE NOOB&GTFO. My friends being the amazing people they are clipped out dozens of the coupons so now everyone can enjoy the joy of a slushies for free. The whole promotion is about speed-slurping but I swear brain freezes will kill you :| no way can you drink a large in under 5 seconds, and if you can find anyone who can I will give them a Z-job.

After all the excitement of three slushies, a free killer python, and a free chocolate bar melting in my pocket I decided to head home. When I got home I promised myself I wouldn't go to sleep because I would only be perpetuating my bad sleeping cycle.

A while after that, in the evening, I had decided to go grocery shopping with my mum instead of what I really should have been doing--STUDYING, but I should always be studying and I'm not so I reasoned that if I were already not studying then going to Coles would be okay. We ended up buying Weis because it was on special and some weird sago dessert thing which suited the day because there was a big discussion about fruits among the Chinese diaspora present in my grade (also lolwtf at this sentence?) Turns out Sago and tapioca are not from the same plant (take that, Eric! yo ass got pwnt by wiki). Walking around the supermarket my mum went on to berate my entire generation for needing dentistry. I don't know why you people need to go dentists so much, I mean you brush your teeth when I was a girl noone ever needed blah blah. I found it funny, anyway after forcing my mum into the normal line (something like 50 items and trying to get into the express lane? I think not, mother) we headed home.

When I got home I gorged on food because I hadn't eaten since lunch time, and right now I'm feeling quite sick from the ice cream and the weird sago+coconut milk dessert as well as the other relative crap that I ate.

Also I lost a few library books and am now never going to return to my school library. I'm also thinking of changing my name, and moving to New Zealand, but we'll see how determined the debt collectors will be. The old frail librarians-turned-debt collectors.

I am feeling nostalgic at the moment so I want to listen to panic! at the disco's first album. I know it might seem oh so passe of me to say that but whatever, they were a big part of my year 8/9 high school experience, and the songs are quite good xD

today I am boring

2009-05-21T06:43:00.000-07:00

So on the train I was just sitting and thinking

1) wow I got a seat--today will be a good day, which will make up for the trainwreck that I expect my TOK presentation to be 2) holy crap the brisbane river is dirty. 3) why is this train so slow? wait, did I see that person on the sidewalk walk faster than this speeding train 4) I'm glad I'm black because it makes sure noone sits next to me on public transport

I got to school ON TIME which for me only happens when I stay up all night so that I leave early or if I get driven (rarer than a fourth nipple, because I figure if a third nipple is rare than a fourth nipple ... would be way heaps rarer? Oh I used to think I had many nipples until one day I realised that they were not nipples they were the things around the areola that kinda look like goosebumps ... yeah ... ). So I got to school and first up I had English, which hasn't been proper classes for a while due to teacher getting concussed/stuff, and I'm very behind in school because in the past two weeks' ten school days I've only been there for around four days. Naturally, this means I have all the free time in the world to dick aroun with my blog.

ahhh so we had our Theory of Knowledge presentation today and for some magical haxx reason (I was wearing a bhuddist bracelet, and rosary beads, and I'm pretty sure I prayed facing toward Mecca this morning) we passed, and I think we even did well. I could only ever cram well for something pointless like TOK, so I suck and hate school lol-_- Johnny's presentation is really funny and entertaining xD so if he ever gets up to posting it on youtube I'll put it on here.

Throughout the day I kept telling the 'priest, shaman and a rabbi' joke to people. (It's from a youtube video ) My old study period supervisor, who is actually a psychology teacher laughed so hard she almost cried. If you watch the video you'll understand why this is funny. : ]

wow break law of blog much ? I know.

2009-05-20T12:53:00.000-07:00

So if anyone has ever been inside my room (ah room rhymes with 'womb' which lends itself to unintentional hilarity! but anyway ... ) beside the general thoughts of ''wtburger, your room is messy?" you might have noticed the 3+ coffee mugs around the room. On my desk, on my bedhead, on the other bedhead, on the short table thing beneath my mirror, on the cabinet etc.

I just looked around my room to find one ... still filled with tea from two days ago on a sidenote: EWWWWW . The thing is I just accumulate many cups in my room until there is few left in the kitchen, and I have to secretly sneak them into the kitchen washing machine. Noone else in my family regularly comes into my room, so they probably don't know who the eff stole the freaking cups. It's because when I start drinking coffee or tea, I just keep making them and making them (using the same cup) eventually forgetting about them and leaving them somewhere in this hole that I call my room. So to avoid the shame of being identified as a freaky cup-horder, and being committed, I usually try and sneak them out of my room.

Does this sound retarded?
Probably. I don't really make much of an effort to disguise the returning of the cups besides big sunglasses, a baseball cap, fake moustache, and a thick Bulgarian accent but you know besides that I'd say I'd make about as much effort as I do when denying I ate someone elses' food.
E.g.
brother: who ate this? did _____ eat this?
me: -silence-
brother: you ate this, didn't you Musu? I know.
me: -silence-
brother: you ate it.
me: -casually walks off-

This picture is one of the arguments in my TOK presentation about fitting in.

Lol wtf so lame

EDIT: BLOGGER IS SHIT AND FORMATS TEXT LIKE A DICKBAG

TOK about lame

2009-05-20T07:39:00.000-07:00

So TOK[theory of knowledge] has been dominating me for the past few hours, and not in a playful sexual way but in an unplayful mostly unsexual way that is not fun (except for people who like to watch me cry and spiral into self-deprecating hate fests. To these people: eat shit and die). Doing all this TOK research makes me want to eat the brains of smart people, kinda like Sylar. I know it's very last minute (my TOK presentation is tomorrow btw), but everyone elses is last-minute, and yes I would jump off a cliff if everyone else were going to :|

Don't worry though, I don't let my preoccupation with my grades, and schooling get in the way of me being a fine role model. No Sir-rey, I don't.

My nephew being the child that he is says the darndest things sometimes, well not really but I'm just a douche. Like when he wanted me to peel his apple he asked me where the 'peeler' was my response to which was 'since when did you start hanging out with Phillipino women?" *laughs at own joke* Yeah, I know sad right? I have to keep my mind occupied with lame jokes otherwise it will be filled with the IMPENDING DOOM THAT IS MY FUTURE.

Ok, maybe I do

why is there so much juice in this vodka?

2009-05-19T03:42:00.000-07:00

I wouldn't say that I am a cocky person or confident for that matter but I would say I'm rather unsure about what I want in the future. I guess everyone in my situation is a bit ... for lack of a better--I mean real word, introspective-ey, in other news I gave myself a splinter on the palm of my hand with a chicken bone. Yes FML, indeed.

A while ago I watched 21 Up america and one of the people was working multiple jobs, and he wasn't rich or anything but he seemed happy and like every other cliche I feel directionless/uninspired blah blah. So needless to say I'm planning on becoming an alcoholic or something else with advancement opportunities, I'm still in brainstorming so don't grill me.

I'm guessing my life, like the kids I may or may not have, might just happen without planning, and I'm not sure whether or not that's a good thing.

The theme is the good ole "No Particular Theme" theme

2009-05-12T06:06:00.000-07:00

So my internet is slow at the moment and beside making me want to learn how to hack into other peoples' faster internet I know a quick fix to the problem will probably be an ineffective measure much like the pull-out method. I'm just going to have to suck it up and bear with the African dial up connection speeds inflicted upon me by the cruel internet-speed God (damn you!).

Life is, like many other IB students' lives, hectic (by 'hectic' I mean 'busy' and by 'busy' I mean 'filled with spiritually-enriching activities' and by 'spiritually-enriching activities' I mean 'painful shit that reminds me of that one near-death experience I had, and, subsequently how unfortunate I believe I now am having to do IB'). That reminds me, when I was a kid I remember almost drowning in a river, and now I can't swim. So moral of the story ... nature sucks.

Lately I've been getting annoyed with people getting uppity about pointless things. It's like 'suppress the brown guy's opinion' week or something, which I would usually be down for, if the previously afforementioned brown guy were not me : (

Seriously people need to relax at my school. I know things are tense and everyone is generally pretty high-strung--I got to the school as well -_-'' so it's not like I'm saying this as an outsider, but I don't see the point in starting an argument about me saying 'I'm not really sure about the difference between HL and SL English, or if the difference is that great at all".

maybed I'm just cranky because ...

Aaaaaah I miss my mum xD
She left on Saturday with my dad to Samoa for two weeks and before she left we talked and now I feel like she would love me no matter what decisions I make in life (I.e. relating to university course selections, future career goals) . Even though I should've known that beforehand, the confirmation was still nice : )

PWNT

2009-05-04T01:24:00.000-07:00

Scared that Natalie Portman is going to hit you with a chair?
Well after watching a segment from when she hosted SNL, you should be.

Click here for nightmares.

So lately I've been listening to Fantaisie Impromptu a lot because it's just really nice. It's nice because life is increasingly ~~shit~~turbid and I need something to cheer me up.

Something else that cheers me up is winning and today in study period I would definitely say I won against Nikola. I was playing tetris and I accidentally dropped a block down in the wrong place. It went something like this.

Nik: You suck at tetris.

Me: I hope you get hit by a bus.

Nik: I hope a bus comes from underneath the Earth's surface and swallows you.

Me: I hope that you catch someone making out with their sister, and then tell people about it. Then when the rumour gets back to him and his sister commits suicide he decides to get his revenge on you when you least expect it. Thirty years have elapsed and you're happily married to a beautiful wife, and have one daughter. Then you get framed for the murder of your wife and are held captive in an unknown apartment for like twenty years. Then you're introduced to a beautiful women working as a chef in a restaurant. Your memory is pretty wiped out at this point. The two of you end up consummating your relationship and becoming a full-fledged couple. Then the guy who you saw make out with his sister reveals that the girl you're with is ACTUALLY your daughter ... and you get hit by a bus =/

Nik: *speechless*

WINNNNNNNNNNER
inspired by OldBoy

in other news...

SHIT Chinese speech meeting tomoz morning and I haven't got a topic so I'm going to make something up on the spot like the 'hua long dian jing' of the 'WEN FANG SI BAO' xD

The QUEST

2009-04-30T06:51:00.001-07:00

I put "quest" all in capitals so that you would assume it's important, big, EPIKKKKKKKKKK--it's not ... I just want to find a new ringtone. I'm tossing up for something cheesy and old i.e. delicious(tbh I don't really understand gourmet cheese because I am poor and not-white, therefore cheese is used to portray me as being po--OMFG F YOU Jane Eyre**)

So far my shortlist contains
Captain and Tenille - Love will keep us together
Bonnie Tyler - Total eclipse of the heart
Elton John & Kiki Dee - Don't go breaking my heart
Color me Badd - Sex you up

My ringtone right now is the pwnzorz (pokemon battle music) but every now and again I feel embarrassed about my phone ringing, or getting text messages (but mostly text messages, lol ["Gee gee gee gee gee gee gee gee gee". Repeat] is my current text ringtone). There's only one problem and every person who is too cool to be understood by commonfolk might assume that I'm trying to be ironic by having one of those songs as my play list, which is like the de facto defence if quizzed about it by a stranger I.e. "haha no uh I'm being like fully ironic and stuff, dude, which is funny! I'm so witty, I only ever like to wear skinny jeans, hip print-tees featuring naked girls/french that I don't understand/famous people being ironic/general irony, black thick-rimmed glasses and--and LOVE ME!"

So I guess I just don't want people to see me as someone who craves attention [I re-worded it to get rid of "attention-seeker", for some reason that word just annoys me because it reminds me of old lady teachers yelling]. Although I am xD

**My gripe is not really with Jane Eyre, or the story, but moreso the systematic institutionalisation of the text into the required reading scheme of *researches, and by 'research' I mean 'make something up'* EVERY PERSON BORN/STUDYING IN THE WESTERN WORLD/ENGLISH.

Oh yeah, the day of my oral was the same day as Mylinh's birthday, and she used her birthday wish magic to wish me good luck ^ ^
+ Quest Crew won america's best dance crew, so yaaaayyyyyy

adrenaline rush

2009-04-29T05:58:00.000-07:00

I don't know why but giving oral gives me a great surge of excitement--a rush of blood to the head, if you will. When there is that great ejaculation of spontaneous release you feel nervous, relieved, excited, and I'm talking about the IB English IOC, obviously ... but I wasn't *giggle giggle* IOC = Internal Oral Commentary

So it was the day before my big important IOC, and I hadn't read all of the Poe stories we could've been assessed on. Yeah, I know what you're thinking I'm "slack", "lazy" and "has really silky smooth hands", and in my defence I have this to say, "uh, yes, okay. agreed." Last night I wasn't able to sleep because I felt that I wouldn't be able to wake up in time for school unless I stayed up the entire night (I know that lacks ummmm reasonable logic, but, like the narrator from The Tell-Tale Heart, the disease/lack of sleep increased my abilities). Having started reading all of the Poe stories at around 1, I managed to finish reading and working out my main ideas on each text before 5. I probably should've started earlier but I have a timetable where I have "free-time" until 6PM lol because I'm cool and generous to myself--then after free time I fell asleep, then woke up and had to watch Gossip Girl. I know there were other extracts not written by Poe that I could've been assessed on, but I was secretly really hoping I didn't get Much ado about nothing, and it turns out that I have strong wishpower (not recommended for everyone), although I did look over the story to some extent. What I really didn't want in the IOC were three poems by Bruce Dawe--"A Victorian Hangman Sends His Love", "Burial Ceremony", and "Butterworth Road". Mostly because I hadn't studied any of them extensively and the Poe texts were still fresh in my mind. I ended up getting Butterworth Road, and I know a lot of people would be thinking "wtf Musu is a douche. Butterworth Road is easy. It is like the easiest of easy things out of all the easiest things to ever do (besides your mum). Reh reh reh". This is why I'm usually careful never to display any kind of expertise in anything, in case it makes other people feel bad, because usually when people do it around me, I end up feeling bad. I know its probably perceived to be easier, but everyone is an individual [except for people + their doppelgangers lol] and most people are mostly capable of independent thought or having their own opinion. Overall, I think it went okay, but I did have a few major lapses in consistent speech :S It was exciting though n_n and now I can finally sleep.

Sexy Beijing is FTW

2009-04-23T08:53:00.000-07:00

I would have loved to have become a hermit. I would never have had to have worked so hard--I could basically just do all the ‘fun” things I wanted for myself. It’s a selfish way of thinking –depriving humankind of their "greatest resource, both natural and man-made” i.e. me— but the thing keeping me from turning my back on the world are the great people I have in my life, that make me feel special. BRB

… Okay, I just threw up because of too much sweetness on the page, I was trying to be nice and give people some sorta “shout-out” for my recent birthday, but I don’t want to try it again in case I die. So the reason I won’t become a hermit is because I like watching old people. Yeah, that’s what I meant to write. My favourite old people are the type that dress like they're tweenaged sluts. Have you seen any episode of Sex and the City? Those are the people I’m talking about. (Hint: her name starts with an "S" and ends in "amantha")

This reminds me I just discovered a funny Chinese-speaking, Sex and the City-inspired documentary show set in Beijing. It’s called Sexy Beijing and it's really quite interesting. The host is a Jewish American lady with, I’m assuming, perfect Mandarin (she has an accent, but she seems to be able to talk to everyone quite well). It has many things I find “cool” in the world, something that reminds me of old people dressing as if they’re in that awkward period on the border of illegal/legal-age where girls just slut it up to 'discover' themselves, hardcore azns, and most importantly, I think, the mix of English slang with Mandarin. I.e. “ni you ji ge bitches ji ge hoes ma?”

Click here for the GOLD.

p.s. my birthday was cool, thanks to everyone for surviving their birth journeys to be there with me on my special day. You all deserve party hats.

Smoking pipes, Law & Order, dreaming that Lady Gaga is in need of a Lord

2009-04-19T05:30:00.000-07:00

Sometimes I'm not sure why some things are so interesting, but I just know that they are. The other night at maccas I saw this man smoking a pipe and in my head I thought, "holy shit what a straight-up G". It's like the ultimate coolness of smoking a pipe overrides the destructiveness of what he is doing to himself. Relate this statement to Lady Gaga. ( 8 points)

The other night I was stuck in some apartment room with nothing to do so I decided to watch tv, because if I hadn't have left the house this is what I would resort to in moments of boredom. It was around ten that night and there was some marathon of Law & Order, and I began to wonder how many freaking law & orders there were. There's SVU and and and well that's the only one I know the name of but it seems like there's heaps of them. I always get kinda confused when I'm reading a tv guide and it just says the title. I know them as "the with zac from saved by the bell" and "the one with marishka hargitay"--whose named I only remember because it makes me think of female Hungarian bodybuilders. I don't know how it happened so that there are now so many incarnations of the show, but I guess I don't mind because many awesomes is greater than one singular awesome.

I think Lawrence will be upset with this but I have to admit that I really really really love Lady Gaga, and Britney Spears' new music is so catchy and I am very easily entertained. She's the kind of artist that I would like if she wasn't so mainstream but she just happens to be so very mainstream. Besides her lyrics being at times somewhat inane, repetitively sexual to the point of explosion, and her get-up being so post modern that it transcends the guidelines of what it is the avant-garde and yet still relevant. (wait, wtf?) Just saying she's cool, and even if her image is highly over-sexed, I interpret it as being severe camp. Spacey, avant-garde, alien-tramp oversexed camp, but camp nonetheless. I don't always understand lyrics in songs anyway, sometimes the words are so unrecognisable that it has me questioning my English comprehension, but I know that if I feel the music in my soul (lol?) that I will probably enjoy it.

... just kidding, I don't have a soul

So on other days when I'm soullessly wandering through life I like to go on the internet and look at nice things, but lately this vapid depreciation of my time has left me feeling like my time is fruitless. On and unrelated note I have a theory about time being represented as a living thing in Macbeth (there's a quite about time ... seeds blah) , lulz, but it's a massive compartmentalisation of a particular extract, which I tend to dabble in extensively (ooh yeah I just used a paradox, for what purpose am I--the author using this paradox for? ... I'll be fucked if I know).

Thus completes the required pensive-flavoured part of this post. Stay tuned for future fluctuations in my errrhm unstable emotional economy(? =teenagers being sookey) Rofl, I thought that was funny xD

Oh yeah school starts soon which means we have our English IOCs very soon. I like Macbeth, well not as a person because he's a dick, but I don't think I would be able to perform as well using a text from Macbeth than Much ado about nothing. I attribute this to the fact that Macbeth makes me feel like a big fat helping of emo. "This extract relates to destructive personality ... omg everyone ... they all died .... :| ", and I don't really need to have a pussy-out during my oral, because my teacher told me that he was going to check out my last IB oral from last year, and downgrade it. I should be upset but the whole time I was thinking, "uhhhm they must've marked me too easily," and I guess I was, ultimately, right. Which is not a satisfying conclusion but I guess it does make me feel better about being right all the time. I wouldn't call it a silver lining but more of a lining made of a semi-precious stone, or possibly even just a worthless rhinestone.

"Life As We Know It" ... So I guess I do like anything

2009-04-16T06:41:00.000-07:00

I'm closing in on the last three episodes of Life As We Know It, which if you don't know, is a tv show that aired in america and got cancelled only thirteen episodes in (thank you, source of all information--Wikipedia). Seriously though the show is so good because it is bad and I like anything. In a way the horrible overacting (which I believe to be a director's choice--"Dino feels angry. Give me more angry, growl at me, bash your cymbals, monkey-boy, etc"), the cliche storylines, and the somewhat-insulting dialogue (seriously sometimes they say lines that are a combination of cheesey, unbelievable and otherwise.) It's almost like the writers were told to paint a portrait of each character using only one colour--these colours being "hormonal" and "teenage angst". I like to think I'm a little more complex than, "Jackie looked at another boy, we r broken up but still grrrrrrrrr. ROAR I R has hormones, I consider any girl who is not Kelly Osborne to be hot, when really most of the "hot girls" I see are mostly un-hot, and closer to 'homely'. *eats dinosaur*" The unrealistic nature of the show is, essentially, what I'm drawn to. I like how the guys--who look older than me, but are supposed to play characters my age and younger, get so excited when a brother hooks up. I find this weird because sex is becoming less a rite of passage and more a thing that you sorta just do. Oh, and because they are supposed to not be giggly preschoolers, but okay whatever tell me how "teen life" should be.

Like what Tyra said today, "Two abortions? You don't even treat it like it means anything. It's just like you're saying 'yesterday, I had a ham sandwich and an egg sandwich' and it means nothing to you". The episode was about teenaged girls who were pregnant/wanting to get pregnant (I have no idea why), some of the pregnant girls were twelve/thirteen, and I guess it just made me jealous that they were getting some lol, but seriously if a twelve year old can get sex something is wrong with me. Tyra is pretty much the bomb, because even if you don't like her, her tv-presence is strong, and she is so often unintentionally funny.

The show reminds me somewhat of an asian drama because I find that the acting in those shows is always so so sooo overdone. E.g. "I am in the process of making a sandwich! YOOOOSHH!!! SANDWICHES!!!! I love sandwich. *backflips*". Thus, very entertaining and enjoyable.

I think the time-freeze turn-to-face-camera break-the-fourth-wall give-audience-glimpse-into-the-inner-mind-of-an-average-teenager is possibly the best part. The show is so like a blueprint they got out of a "cliche-story" filing cabinet, at times it makes me wet.

LIIIIIIINKKKKKKKKKS, thanks to this guy on youtube for posting all the episodes n_n

It has also taught me important stuff like telling that your true feelings will make you feel better, fat girls need love too, sluts won't give you boners because you will be in love with someone else.

mmmm that surely tastes like surly

2009-04-11T08:02:00.000-07:00

Wow I haven't turned on my computer since Thursday night I deserve a smacko. So Thursday was the final day of school and being the model-student I am I decided to make an appearance unlike many others. My tardy/away record is not good as it is, on a count of "I-suck", so I thought I would tough it out, and by "tough it out"--I mean attend school in the last week where a) nothing happens b) teachers mostly pretend that "something" is happening c) everyone else is away.

My plans, however, were foiled by my arch nemesis, the Sandman. So he decided to get revenge by making me sleep in, and thus missing my 7 o'clock bus (damn you, Sandyyyyy!!!), but I decided I would not let him win, so after ... um dozing back to bed after waking up, and then finally getting ready I decided to go to school. I thought it would be okay because my mum was working so she wouldn't know ERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR *the incorrect buzzer on game shows kinda noise* she was in the kitchen. So I had to use my full pro ninja hax skills to sneak out of the house with my mum inside, jump the fence and make it to school. I got out of the house, and ran until my street turned into another just in case mum could feel it in her motherly senses that I was in the house. In my head I was all "oh yeah you the man ... you're so G ... lock me up in a cage tonight and plunder my dungeon etc etc" as I galavanted (I've always wanted to use that word *tear*) toward my bus stop. I decided to be adventurous and forego my closest bus stop for one closer to the petrol station so I could buy breakfast. On the way my dad drove past me on his way home though, and he stopped the car and I stood there staring at him for about three seconds hoping that in the three seconds I would learn some Jedi mind trick (uh, it didn't work) and convince him it wasn't me. Funny thing with my dad is that he would probably never say anything about it to me. So he just drove him, and I ran to the bus stop hoping that he wouldn't tell mum--the real enforcer. I ran the scenario through my head, "O M G they wouldn't kill me in public ... not with all this daylight, right??", but I panicked and even I grew doubtful of the tone my voice had assumed. The car then drove past me before I got to the bus stop and dropped me off to the bus.

Well that was the end of my little melodrama or so I thought, but when I signed in at the office one of the higher-ups grilled me for being late ... on a day when I could name at least ten people whose faces I hadn't seen all week. Ah, thank you God of Fairness for making life so fair.

"oh wow, how non-descript!"

2009-04-08T07:22:00.000-07:00

So last night I got home at around 6PM, and entered my completely dark, empty house. "Good, I can walk around nekkid," I thought ( ... what? I only thought it). Yesterday was the school cross country which made for a surprisingly enjoyable day. Seeing as though it was cross country I was a little dirty and tired. I tried calling a bunch of people because I needed someone to keep me awake, but noone picked up their phones. I didn't even run/complete the actual course which makes me sound very unfit ... yeah, okay then. I was too tired to go shower so before I fell asleep I made my way to my sister's room to sleep in her bed, while I was home-alone, so that I wouldn't make my bed unclean. Yay for siblings!

Fast forwarding a bit past the sleep I decided to expand my repertoire of Karaoke songs so I've been checking out some of Wang Li Hong's older "chinked out" rap songs. Heroes of Earth is pretty cool. Just thought it was worth mentioning because the upcoming holidays are only a week so it's not long enough to slack off and enjoy life ^ ^

Before I slept thought I browsed the net for a bit, and dad kept calling my name. I kept thinking I was getting in trouble because he would shout my name, I would go over to him, then he would tell me to turn on the tv or get his phone. The one thing he was actually yelling angrily at me was for leaving the buttons done up on a shirt that came back in the laundry.

So what else is on my mind?

-Well break starts tomorrow, except it's only one week =/

So I don't think there'll be sufficient time to learn everything I need to know/revise, but I shouldn't let this stop me from trying

-My unseen english commentary

Even though I did poorly on the practice oral commentaries in class I don't feel too anxious about the real thing, but I will probably feel a lot worse the closer it gets. I wish I felt more scared about it now, get the fear out of the way.

-getting serious about school

Well yeah Ib yeah year twelve yeah blah blah blah

-msn not working

Since msn is no longer working well, I guess I won't be going online as much ... which is good for my studying. Yay.

Thank you Disney for making me the person I am today

2009-04-07T04:48:00.000-07:00

So I suspected that this person hated me, for no apparent reason, and I was getting worked up over it because I didn't know what I did wrong ... but then I realised it wasn't something I did they just errrhm don't like me : ) so I'm over it, I was able to overcome it by remembering an episode of RECESS xD

In the episode there's this kid who doesn't like TJ (for those of you not in the know with late 90's/early 00's cartoons, TEEJ is cool-incarnate, the bomb, he's a mack daddy, he's who you want to be friends with, who you would give your children to, the reason you want to be alive, etc). TJ is confuzzled because he is the man, right? So he tries with all his might to do all these nice things for the hater. I think he gets him into the cool secret places at school and a bunch of other really nice things in order to impress him so that he likes TJ. Then in the end, when the guy is asked why he doesn't like TJ he says something like "just coz" or something to that effect. Then TJ realises that he is the man, and that not everyone can like him.

Ahhh Disney, the provider of my moral-nutrients.

So besides getting really ":S" about that person I've continued watching if you are Leanne don't higlight this page n_n Boys Before Flowers because I am lame. It sorta reminds me of Gossip Girl, except really watered down for the sensibilities of good Confucian modest azn teenagers, and the westerners who watch it too.

I just watched Day Watch just now and it's surprisingly good. It's weird to find a sequel that is better than the first installment, but this movie shat in-and-around the mouth of Night Watch, which BTW disappointed me into a state of depression (seriously thought the preview made it look so awesome and then the movie was really crap and it was all in all a very boner inducing, and then boner-reducing experience). So the movie is good albeit confusing. It has some pretty cool action scenes, a lot of it is weird, but there's a lot of nice messages in there--sorta. My blog is usually just wall of text so I decided I should just a picture of Day Watch up here to cut all the boring black writing (alliteration used for emphasis OMG IOC english SOON D: )

Sundays taste like ... not fitting in

2009-04-05T08:27:00.000-07:00

I just had a talk with my beloved Mylinh about not fitting in to my own culture blah blah I am a pussy lol but it was nice n_n and I don't exactly like the idea of sacrificing who I am for the sake of fitting in so I guess I can endure the lonerrrrrrrrrness (not loneliness, because I don't feel "lonely" per say, but yeah whatever) I should stop juding people for being fake and saying that they're trying to be like *insert name of race*, because as much as I deny it I do the same thing. o_o Even if I don't want to admit it, I mean isn't liking it enough to be considered trying to be more like an *insert race* person? What brought this about? Well I never really have anyone to talk/hang out with when I'm at church so most of the time I'll just be by myself which I'm okay with o_o because I don't fit in ... I guess I'm the "white sheep" lol get it ? hohoho

TOK-related subjects aside (hey let's do knowledge claim of people wanting to be something they're not ... it sounded better in my head, Geoff =/) I started watching Boys Over Flowers(the third, newly-Koreanised version of the show that has had more redos than ... my school's ex-year twelve IB candidates? Zing) the other night, and it really pissed me off with it's many whatthefudgeries. Seriously who tells people to bully a girl if you are a guy, that's very unmanly of any real man wanting to be a man cos you gotta walk like a man, talk like a man, walk like a man my so-o-o-on, ok I just like Heart and Souls. You should just give them an apron and put them in the kicthen but you never ummm advise people in a way so they end up thinking sexually assaulting her is pretty g. On the list of "things not to do if you want to get the girl you like", this is up there with farting in her drink while she's in the bathroom, and pulling the old "penis in the popcorn box hole-cutout" trick.

Seriously, what makes the guys so attractive? Besides Ji Hoo's pretty radical sweet do, and the fact that the other dude was in a show I like they have like little-to-no redeeming qualities. You're probably sitting there at home thinking,"Shiz mangs, this foo'(me) be hardout sipping on the haterade atm". Well yeah? Oh okay.

Turns back time.

On Saturday night I saw monsters vs aliens, after going to the planetarium for the Saturn show that was cancelled due to weather (btw does anyone else remember explaining "rain" as a God's tears or something else stupid when they were young? For me it was always Mary's tears, because Jesus is a man and therefore would not cry LOL). Going to the cinemas gave me an idea for a youtube video cept I r has no editing software to make it lol. We went to this pizza place afterwards, and these drunk Irishmen kept screaming "fuck" at everyone. How did I know they were Irish you ask? Well, they were drunk, said "fuck a lot" and he kept saying "fuck trenty mcguiness" to the other guy's face. Their accents, too.

I know that sounds bad but hey guess what, Chris? It wasn't in Ipswich so stop making Ipswich sound like hell T_T I never really go to "Central Ipswich" or what I refer to as "IPSWICH-Ipswich" so yeah, it's not like Brisbane &Logan is so crash-hot all the time anyway, lol.

Happy ending without the massage

2009-04-03T06:48:00.000-07:00

Today was a fairly sweet day but it did have somewhat of a bitter/sour taste to it as well. I was very into my "not-going-out-anymore" stance until amanda seduced me with her saucy ways into going to eat dinner and going karaoke.

: (

Needless to say, I am weak and only one man, and how could I resist?

So we ate at this korean restaurant (the newish madtongsan place upstairs next to koz n_n ) and the food was good. It was the same thing I usually get from there so I guess I was going to like it no matter what xD. amanda brought her friend Evan who is old and Chinese but cool and tall (like not just "tall-for-an-azn" tall, but like tall-tall, making me feel short next to him. He's pretty cool and he bought us booze because we are very very stressed lol.

He also likes to model for shampoo commercials in China. Here is a picture of a spokesmodeling campaign from ... tonight? xD

Afterwards we went to karaoke and it was very enjoyable. On the train home not only did I discover that my ipod earphones were broken but also that these girls asked me if I wanted to go to a party ... but it was in Ipswich and I want my kidneys so I respectfully declined. I was so scared I would have to walk home in the freaking rain but I called my brother and he is very leet and uber cool and he picked me up. WOOT. happy ending

Dear windows live messenger latest install,

2009-04-01T04:43:00.000-07:00

I didn't want to be the "one" to say it but serioulsy WTFFFFF? I can deal with the updates but are the updates really "updates" at all?

Lately you've been pissing me off fudgeloads, and I really really miss using tabs. Tabs were probably the best part of my msn experience and if I had to complete a survey on MSN plus functions I definitely would've picked tabs but only because I'm a really really popular person with many msn contacts wanting to get at me all at once.

anyway I just hope we can be bros one day like we used to.

Peace out, g.

So now that that's done with what else has been happening.

Oh yeah-nothing.

*computer crashes*

ahh so my computer wasn't working and in this shituation (haha shit + situation GET IT???? like Enyd Blyton inventing "chortle" portmanteau FTW niggahhh). So I did what any sensible computer noob does and promptly pressed what can be referred to as the "holy trinity of keys from Computer-fixing For Dummies"--CTRL + ALT + DEL. I also screamed a bit and ran to the tv to find solace in the comforting warmth of the tv's shining light. Comfort was found in the form of Cold Case, and although it was an old episode--an episode I had seen, it was still a good one. I like Cold Case because the music is always so dope. It really brings me to the time-period of the murder. It makes me feel like I were poisoned in '75, and the sense of nostalgia is just a strong reminder of the power of music. Plus Lily has white hair ... just like Lili from Tekken. Coincidence? Yeah, if "coincidence" were spelt "C-O-N-S-P-I-R-A-C-Y", if you get my 意思?

If you get what I mean please return it to my mailing address.

My friend is venting his fight to me now and he stressed the importance of not making assumptions because the other guy kept making assumptions (that's how it seems to me :S). SO UNLESS YOU R IB PSYCH STUDENT & WOULD LIKE TO BASE A KEY CONCEPT ON AN ASSUMPTION DON'T DO IT LORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

peace

re(bust a)cap(in yo' ass)

2009-03-29T02:59:00.000-07:00

My weekend was filled with the usual fun, because I'm just a leng zai kinda guy (let's all learn canto, canto FTW lor)

Friday night was the school dance which was at school -thus we can assume that dancing at school was involved. I was supposed to take photos the whole night but after about ten minutes I gave up because everyone else was dragging around their stupid pro intimidating SLRs and it's true what they say peeps - size DOES matter. My aim was to be like cobrasnake and I guess I achieved it with this one photo of a sleazy-lookingbut probably very niceguy.

mmmmm seedier than a Big Mac bun

The Moon and a Jedi

On Saturday was Tyler's double-surprise birthday party. First surprise meeting--some of his friends for dinner at a Korean BBQ restaurant in Pinelands : ) we then went back to his house so that he could be further surprised with more surprises. Tyler's house is pretty cool because they have a sweet trampoline.

We left the city a little early to go the the restaurant so we tried to buy some fish but the pet store at Sunnybank Plaza was just closing down (probably because I'm black) :(

Then we caught the bus to pinelands and having an hour to kill decided to take photos of each other, and by each other I mean "Phuong working a pole". Most of the time we were laughing so any photo with a straight face took a lot of effort and concentration mangzzzz. These photos are for Phuong's 17th birthday and I know she doesn't read my blog so they are safe being posted here, but just in case you R Phuong poke your eyes out now.

Graceful, beautiful, elegant, "more-descriptive-words-than-a-perfume-commercial"-ul

Then we got up to the restaurant patiently awaiting Tyler's arrival. Anthony got there late so he pretty much ruined the surprise/Tyler's life/our lives/the day/this blog/the current global financial situation/Burma/my mum's casserole/that one time I messed up a line at church performance etc

Anthony, who thinks he's straight up g just because he came late

The dinner was good as is expected of any reputable Korean BBQ joint : )

LOOK! Some more photos displaying our satisfaction with life. YOOSH. aigoo OTL
If the pictures had dialogue it would be something like

"fun isseoyo?"
"YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, isseoyo to the max, bruhhs"

Tyler's initial reaction to "SURPRISE" which was to face away from us and present himself ... I wonder what he was expecting us to do =/

The Birthday Boy

I didn't end up taking that many photos and uploading takes time because I'm stupid, but it was a lot of fun n_n at the second party there was heaps of beer but I am not really a beer-drinker and I felt a little overdressed/stupid for the ocassion

Me & Girljerms

In my opinion beer is like a girly drink without the fun or sugar. So it's sorta like eating a candy with no sugar, which is what I like to call "pointless", but everyone has their own opinions. As soon as I got in the car to leave the party my mum said "you smell like beer >:[ " which made for a lovely awkward silent car drive home. Thanks, mum <3

Good news at the place where we study the GOOD NEWS (I.e. church). Today in the kid's section of our church programme the minister's wife talked about starfish, and how this one boy threw them back into the ocean when they got washed up because they would die. So anyway the story was an allegory that represented each individual's ability to contribute to make a difference against climate change. "The man said to him that there were so many starfish that he couldn't possibly get them all back into the sea to which the boy said that he had to do his part no matter how small." Global warming etc etc anyway main point here is when will science leave my church alone ??!!?xD.

Oh the good news is that I won a church raffle so now I have a week's groceries. Since it was under my name I'm keeping the honey in my room. My sister told me ants would get into it so I yelled at her for trying to steal all my honey.

Christine doing what she does best--soul-searching & appearing artsy (college art captain '09)

[Sat - Tue] ALL-IN-ONE, how's that for value?

2009-03-24T02:40:00.000-07:00

On Saturday morning I decided to head to the library to study. Afterwards I was really bored because I got kicked out of the study room and the library was effing packed packed so I decided to go on a break after two hours of tiresome work. I thought, "that was all good and everything but now that I'm in the city by myself there's not much I can do except look really popular". Not to worry however because Bek hath arrived at some point in time and we had a lot of fun seeing Friday the 13th (yeah we are hardcore and rebel to the max because neither of us are 18, also she is a bad influence on me because I just wanted to see Slumdog Millionaire D: ). Anyway later that evening Bek forced this defenseless (not really, because they probably knew Taekwondo--the guy was Korean so he was probably a master; and how to cut hair or do make-up--the chick was Viet and we all know their national form of martial arts is hairdressing and nail design) azn couple into taking photos of us. So I will end talking about that and finish when I get the photos.

So I went home only to be surprised by the musical stylings of Cliff Richard, and one overly enthusiastic audience member. Mum and dad were waiting outside the car which made me think, "huh, am I in trouble?" then mum said we had no food in the house so we were going to eat at the goodna RSL club. Yep, we're cheap, but it wasn't bad except for the live music *cringe* Oh do you ever go to the bathroom and see other people leave without washing their hands? because that happened and I guess I deserve it for living in Ipswich (lol, yeah gross, right? :P)

On the train on Monday morning were the usual social norms - the old man whose eyes seem to be fixed on your junk, a woman in front of you just short enough for you to make out the "good stuff", seedy-looking people who are really just children from Indooroopilly State High etc etc. I was standing, as usual, but this train was later than the train I like to catch and particularly crowded. The man standing in front of me had a fly that seemed to be sleeping on his back and it reminded me of the time in year nine science that we watched some documentary on bugs and so I decided to look away from his back. There was this really close-up shot of the fly and it freaked me out and I guess that is why I don't do biology because the close-up shot of the fly is forever ingrained into my retina. As soon as I looked away however I was confronted with something that was possibly even worse--the hairiest arms I had ever seen ... wait for it ... and they belonged to a girl. I guess I really had nowhere to look so I just poked my two thumbnails into my eyeballs to save me from such unnecessary pain. Psyche, but still like it was pretty bad and stuff. So I levelled with myself, and spent half the time with my eyes open alternating from freakshow to the other, the other half of the time just closing my eyes trying to catch up on some sleep.

After sleeping for TWELVE WHOLE HOURS last night, I think if I go to bed early tonight my sleeping pattern will return to a normal more human-like rhythm. Right now I should be studying for my two Mandarin tests on Thursday, because my study plan says I should it also says I have "free time" up until 6PM and that if I adhere to it I get rewarded with a sugary treat! Which reminds me today at school in the Leos meeting we were discussing what we would sell at the Cross Country stall, and people were discussing the shelf life of different food and drink. I suggested that we sell sugar because it has a really long shelf life but Hillary just sat there giving me a look that said "How inappropriate, your ideas are wrong because you are black, and not simply because they are highly inappropriate" Okay her look didn't exactly say that but whatever, some personal interepretation was required Nothing else exciting happened at school except for Geoff throwing a pen at me for making a bad joke. I'm not sure what the joke was but it must've been bad because usually Geoff has a high tolerance for bad jokes I.e. everything said at school, ever.

I just took a picture of the room that I used to conduct my study in, it is now used for nothing other than holding some of my junk, a broken vacuum cleaner, and as an emergency exit in case of fire.

: )

YT fail lol

2009-03-20T08:06:00.000-07:00

Ah so I actually BF BF BF'ed (as opposed to cbf'ed) making a video for youtube, but I'm sure it was broken'ed because it took more than three hours to upload. So I cancelled it and enjoyed Royal Pirates instead. They are a cool duo that do rock cover versions of some songs like Circus and Mirotic. This brings some of my favourite things together in a skeetfest-inducing culmination of pure awesome.
Britney Spears. Check (Hey, her music is so catchy like wow yeah and I am very lame)
Korean. Check
People who are more attractive than they are unattractive. Check (because we are all superficial ^ ^)
A singer with that pre-pubescent voice that was big in the early 00's. Check (I like it lol)

So CHECK CHECK CHECK CHECK. YES YES YES

Hmmm did anything interesting happen today?
Well not really, but we had to do a role-play in Mandarin, and I guess that was pretty funny for us because we put a lot of hard work and effort into it and we were the embodiment of productive teamwork but yeah not really. It was pretty simple we just had to act out buying boxes for putting a jumper and scard into the mail (but I'd say ours was a tad more interesting than the others merely because our play involved a calculator, savings and not very good reasoning skills, and 三个超人　　lulz)

So I was on my way to bed but then mum called me over to help cut ribbons to make lolly necklaces for some thing she has tomorrow. Now whenever I do something last minute I'm going to say it's genetic (I made this "fallacy" really easy to identify, just for you Mr Kong).

For now I'm going to sleep because I feel like going to the library tomorrow morning to nerd out.

an investigation of the anticlimax

2009-03-19T01:43:00.000-07:00

So today I was at the bus stop, and I was cranky so I started writing my post for today. n_n

You want to know what I find stupid about my bus service? The interval between the bus I need to take and the bus after that is fifty minutes. Who the eff does that? Fifty minutes is not a normal time interval to be used or an SI unit so when I'm at home I couldn't have guessed "oh I'm going to say the interval between this bus and the next will be forty-four minutes and thirty-six seconds ^^" because that is just unreasonable like fifty minutes is == There is no bus in between so I have to wait here like a virgin dick desperate for a ride ... on the bus for almost fifty effing fricking minutes. Was there some chain mail that I deleted about fifty minutes being the new hour, and if so I'm still waiting for the small girl to murder me in my bed or some [true] shit. To make matters worse Mr Bus, you were late. I'm no longer angry just very disappointed in your behaviour this morning

...so I just left in the midst of writing this post to go to the store to purchase some new stationary as mine has been pissing me off lately due to its inherent spiral-binderness and decrepitness (I know it's not a word but since I'm in HL English now I have to play the part--by trying to sound smart, and, in effect, increase my pre-existing awesomeness with some more awesome -vocab fail- so that you, the reader will view me as being more suited for HL English ... lol that made me work). So after picking the books I wanted I spent about fifteen minutes in the newsagency internally deliberating about which pen was a good pen that I should buy--no, I mean great pen--NO WAIT I MEAN THE MOST ULTIMATE PEN OF ALL PENS!

The qualities I looked for in the pen were whether or not they were German (because they would be uber efficient and built with a streamlined design thus maximising racing speed) or Japanese (because they would be the most kawaii des ne and they would also be the most suited for transforming into giant fighting robots, and, therefore, make better defenders of the planet Earth than most pens). The decision--difficult, the battle for my selection--intense, my heart's beat--rapid, my palms--sweaty and my hands--trembling. If only there were a way in which I could buy both, but due to the current global financial crisis I am forced into living an increasingly frugal lifestyle meaning I could only survive the rest of the week if I bought only one pen. If only there were some way I could combine both of the pens into one froth-worthy creation that brings together the best qualities of both much like Devon Aoki, my ultimate woman being half German and half Japanese or to some extent like Yuki Greinke, who is the epitome of perfection of the human form. Actually, more so the latter of those two.

Anyway, due to my financial restrictions I could not buy both and combine the two pens into one monstrous creation with parts selected from existing pens for their beauty a la Frankenstein or like that Soompi post Kt and I read in class today about combining two pens for increased fluidity or some shit ... but there could be only one survivor as everyone knows that the last two surviving will be a couple stranded on a deserted island where they are instructed to kill each other with dialogue something along the lines of
Boy: Yeah I love you let's survive together
*girl shoots guy*
*guys shoot back*
*girl dies*
*guys screams into abyss*

My mind was a mess with the imagined words of the pens.
Japanese Pen: anata doushite pick the German pen? pick me and I will be your personal geisha
German Pen: das other pen ist not good. Pick me for perfection, and leathery nights of fun

I squealed like a little bitch not knowing what to do with myself, but deep down I knew that if I looked into myself as a knower and discovered my inner learner profile's desires than I would make the right decision. I knew at this point that I had reached self actualisation, in others words--nirvana, because studying under the International Baccalaureate had changed my life for the better so I no longer felt any desire to want anything only to inquire about why people want and other annoying questions, as is the idea with TOK and, in general, a lot of things to do with IB.

The end.

You know what really sucks?
This story.

If anyone actually got into that story I bought the Japanese pen. I am only telling you so that you may sleep soundly tonight.

Dear Victoria

2009-03-17T06:02:00.001-07:00

as you know with everything important or special there is usually some sort of thoughtful plan to get there. Whether you're wanting to become a doctor, or fuck your life away ummm literally there should always be some foresight involved. So I just wanted to help a sister out because it looks like you need it.

So you're fifteen and you're one of God's lovely creatures and you want to procreate. Woot, good on you--you're helping to solve a declining birth rate. Let's go through some of the pros and cons shall we? ^ ^

PRO
you will be able to get out of exams by saying things like "siiirr, my baybay jus' gon di' a big one, ya heard?"

CON
your baby will have done a big one

PRO
your jugs will totally be way bigger than all the other girls in year 9 Yay, take that you flat-chested hussies!

~~CON~~PRO
your jugs will now double as suspenders because they will be just that saggy actually it's a pro because you now have free suspenders !!

PRO
you will get to be on tv

CON
you're only going to be on a second rate talk show

CON
your baby won't know what ethnicity it is because you speak like a mish-mash of cultural cliches

PRO
you will teach your baby that it "doesn't matter what people think about me because that's who I am ... and I got it like that cos I'm a playa"

Nawwww you're so deep ... on second thought just have your demon-baby

xoxo

meet Vicky

people who no longer have sleeves to put their hearts on so they put their hearts on their msn names

2009-03-16T04:09:00.000-07:00

ah nothing is more annoying than when someone will have something like "OMGGIDHGSDIHG my heart is broken into like 4343434 pieces my life is over wah wah wah this sucks like ttly so much omg eff i dnt know why i have a heart if it just gets broken blah blah you filthy slut cunt you fucked our friendship away by being a cheap dirty whore and i loved you i mean i heart you i mean i ttly est00hz'ed you bby buh now i kant tok abt u abt our estooh " etc in their pm name and when asked about it the response is usually

*heartbroken person* : ah nothing, dw.

Seriously if you're going to go to that much trouble to show that you want attention and then reject the attention you have relinquished any rights you may have had to whine about how your friends aren't very caring. Most people are probably tired of you drawing attention to yourself only to reject peoples' sympathies ... So in conclusion boo-fricken-hoo. (although I can't really judge them because I get pissed over everything thus my preceding argument is errrhm completely invalid lol)

In other news the cool new chinese teacher we had for a week is leaving (well he's actually my chinese teacher from year 8/9) but we had him for the past week and I remembered the fun I used to have in Chinese classes which is why in year nine we referred to chinese as "fun class" lol that isn't to say Chinese is no longer fun. Which reminds me I should get those clips of Jermia from year 8 hassling Mr Chen. "MRCHENMRCHENMRCHENMRCHENMRCHEN" *Mr Chen blocks ears* lol good times. Dwee tells me there is a Chronos (the name of the chinese teacher) in year eleven which I never knew about because I don't usually take the time to get to know the people who are "strangers" in my school.

I was recording my oral for english and there are at least 5 pauses where I just stop to breath and swear under my breath. Yay n_n

Childrens' playtime costumes & Extended Essay Exemplars (assonance and alliteration in one FTW)

2009-03-14T03:16:00.000-07:00

The reason I blog is because I am bored almost every day.Using the commutative(?) law, today is therefore one of those days where I am found to be bored. Fuck I'm horny for Jay Chou music *turns on itunes* oh yeah that really hits the spot, you can tui my hou anytime* anyway I don't know why I'm doing the things I do half the time. Most times I do stuff because I'm driven to do it out of boredom/lacking the choice to do something interesting/hating real life lol.

I've realised that when I'm in the company of my brother's gf and we're driving around and there is no conversation we'll usually end up breaking out into song. The song is usually a song from the late 90's/early 00's like 3LW or some other one-hit wonder. It's fun reminiscing about the singer's gap toothed smile, and lisp-y rap and the fact that they were like thirteen. WOW. SUCK ON THAT, MILEY YOU OLD BITCH ah, childhood memories.

So on Friday Geoff and I were both bored at lunch and I thought I saw Fred going to play handball. So I suggested we go watch because Fred is one of the nicest, mellowest people I know ... but for some reason when he plays games/sports he becomes consumed with the spirit of Satan, and it is just really fun seeing someone who is usually really nice to act so mean or "in the zone". Sadly he wasn't getting into the game how I had imagined (him getting red-er ... if possibly :P etc) so I decided to cheer him on by doing the Gee dance. It didn't work but oh well I tried my hardest and the fact that it didn't work is totally GG haha get it? I am funny. *laugh track* ... he then asked me if I knew the Tell Me dance too, which I responded with "no, YOU PRESUMPTOUS whore now you're going to ask me if I run with a gang because I am an Islander" (note: actual wording may have been different but oh well it is now Sunday so forgive me)

Anyway I don't really know where I was going with that but looking at the title I feel I should try to like IDK make this post relate to it in some way or another. T_T Crap, my cat just distracted me by making weird noises and now I have even less of an inkling of what I was going to talk about

So on Friday morning I caught quite an early bus to school for no particular reason and I decided to go to the city in the morning because I hadn't been in a while, so I went to get Starbucks and check out the sites and ended up buying two badges being hawked by All Hallow's girls roaming the streets "fundraising for muscular distrophy". I saw through the rouge and knew that the school was in desperate need of funding because the school was not making enough money to support the newly installed make up training facilities--the most important building they have. In reality, I just saw someone I recognised and wanted to go say hi so I bought the little bow-shaped badge because I thought they were cool.

Oh yeah so my nephew has at least twenty super heroe/hulk costumes (I put "/hulk" because well is he really a hero? let's see he gets angry and breaks things HEROIC? I think not) which is good because I may just opt to borrow one for the upcoming school dance that has some "Superheroes/Villains" theme going on. I know it's not very inspired but idc because costumes are difficult and expensive, and my instep teacher said he didn't want anyone dressing like sluts** so there's no fun anyway.

On Thursday night/Friday morning I didn't sleep because I had to finish my Extended Essay refined draft which was due on the Friday morning (yeah I know I'm slack blah blah blah) so at school I was a bit hyped because sleep is the catalyst in making me more energetic. ^ ^ I read, in their entirety, around 4 extended essays which is freaking long because yeah they are 4 000 words each lol, and skimmed around ten others and I noticed that the essays

a) have weird dedications one essay I read had "this is dedicated to" and then he had quotes from (not really that famous now that I think of it) famous people which made me think "huh, that's a bit like unsentimental or impersonal ... like he referenced their book and now feels like it would be nice if gave them a shoutout

b) apparently don't require a great control of english to do well when written in english because well just because

c) even though you should aim for 4 000 words 1200 words can suffice, which is supported by english teachers saying some TRUE SHIT like "something you say in ten words but can say in two should be said in two"

d) Extended essays written in "Visual Art" could also be referred to as veritable "biographies"/what-ever-the-fuck-other-subject-you-would-like-to-put-in-here essays because they IMO can be, and are, written on pretty much every and any thing ever.

Wow I think this post might be longer than my extended essay n_n

OOOH and today I called Leanne with my new phone and I giggled at her english accentedness lolllllllllllllllllllll it's so cute xD maybe next time I will get her to say "bollocks, tai gui le" lol but only for my birthday or something

On a serious note it's really sad to see friends in a fight. So I'm gon pour this juice on the graves for my homies that got iced *pours several bottles*

... many homies were iced :(

*seriously, I give him permission
**he actually said "Phil was the true definition of a slut at last year's dance" which I think is a bit of a compliment

one alone is not enough; you need two together

2009-03-10T06:21:00.000-07:00

I remember when my cousin slept over on the weekend and we were watching tv and we broke out into that song from Mulan 2 (yes, there's a sequel). That is all I could think about because I'm feeling a bit sick lately which I attribute to everyone in school having wild unprotected bouts (yes, they were like boxing matches and as the author it IS my intent to conjure such imagery in the audience's mind blah blah blah HL english is so pompous*) of intimacy by which saliva was transferred and now everyone is sick. Thankyou, sick people. Anyway just wanted to say thanks to Geoff for buying me food upon sighting my unsightly visage this morning. If ever you're angry at your parents and you need me to be -errrhm- black, I will definitely be here for you.

Usually I wouldn't mind getting sick because well it's just illness and it's a fact of life (well it doesn't often happen to me, because Yeah 我是 superman Yeah 你是loser), but I have a debate tomorrow night, and I'm scared of telling the coach that I can't go because I'm sick. So I did the next best thing and told him that I would be too sick to go to school, but not sick enough to miss out on the debate. T_T You're probably thinking that it would make more sense to go to school and not go to the debate, or to not go to either, but fERTHEWRT (that is my teacher's name, it is not an alias, you can believe me or not) said if we have like committment issues with debating that we should've never joined the team (been born, enjoyed life, etc)

*ahhh now that I am in the company of "higher beings" in my new HL class, I realise the level of pompousity and pretention the IB expects us to deliver in our orals which they give good marks for being "truly spontaneous utterances"--or some shit. In class we were all asked to bring something forward in the discussion of the excerpt we had in front of us (Macbeth's third soliloquoy for those of you playing at home). In the beginning I was like "oh that sounds good", but as it progressed it kept sounding more and more pre-packaged and manufactured. I find it highly contradictory of the english department, to expect us to present our own interpretation of the text if we're constantly fed the same interpretations. They don't want us to regurgitate ideas but we're bombarded with so much in-depth analysis as it is that what they're really expecting us to do is re-invent the wheel.

In some way or another I guess I just feel like originality is dead, and someone thought your thoughts long before you thought them.

Oh and CONGRATZ to Rachel on the Moran Photography Prize thing!

WOK'in abt

2009-03-08T05:37:00.000-07:00

Nothing much happened today except I got bored and drank a bottle of wine because I didn’t want to start my schoolwork. Can anyone spell “future problem-drinker”? I’d like to blame my study period supervising teacher for saying that people in my school weren’t normal teenagers because we weren’t risk-takers and that we should be more stressed because, in reality, we should be smoking more, drinking more alcohol, doing more drugs, and fearing STI’s due to all the dangerous sex we should be having. Trust me the majority of people in my school/anyone in the world wishes they were having more dangerous sex, but just wishing isn’t going to change the world. Btw dangerous sex does not mean doing it on top of a speeding truck or anything, but like with the risk of getting COCKNE(acne of the penis) xD It was funny because even though I knew what she was saying was true for the majority of people in our school, I still feel like I should be like defying her, because it makes us sound like pussies. Oh well, in my mind everyone else is having these really big parties that no one ever invites me, too. It’s like how I wish I lived in the skins universe so I could get to do drugs … well not really do the drugs, but just have the opportunity there. O_O

In the afternoon I started watching The Darjeeling Limited, and I thought it was really funny. I was happy because I had wanted to watch it for so long but for some strange reason I hadn’t (I usually see all the movies I want while they are still screening in cinemas). Too bad I fell asleep during the movie because I had been staying up L and I didn’t get to watch the Australian Macbeth either, which was my goal for the weekend. Seeing as I have no video rental store membership I rely on my brother but he said he was going outL. Anyway my English class are funny. Our teacher was talking about the part where he goes to the three witches for more prophecies and she said we wouldn’t watch that bit. I blurted out, “OMG THEY R HAS SEX?” The teacher said yes and everyone made plans to borrow it out that night/over the weekend. It’s great if you think about it. Porn under the guise of “Shakespeare”, the funniest thing is that most parents would’ve supported the idea n_n far better than internet porn in my opinion, because how are you supposed to be clicking on stuff, typing on msn, and “enjoying yourself” all at once (well I guess those with dexterous toes would not have such a problem). Not that I would know anything about this at all because I go to church and I know the Lord’s prayer so, of course, I had to ask my friend … 8-)

a bit ranty

2009-03-07T05:35:00.000-08:00

Aaaahhh I wasn't going to mention it on this post but it just happened to me ... but wth is with people starting a convo with you only to abandon you in the convo three seconds in. Or they just stop replying to you, which is even worse, because it says they're online and now you just think they're fucking with you. Even thought they're probably not. Well I know she's not but it's still annoying xD

(I guess since the intro of this post seems "ranty" I'll just continue with that mindset xD)

Hmmm, I have a problem with people who think they're "deep". I don't know why it bothers me so much, but sometimes I feel like just saying something like oh I don't know - "OMG I DON'T KNOW WHY YOU THINK YOU HAVE ANY RIGHT TO COMPLAIN BECAUSE YOU'RE RICH, WHITE AND ARE ONLY SIXTEEN YOU HAVE NO REAL PROBLEMS. EAT, GOD". It wouldn't bother me as much, but reading philosophy books does not make you "deep", it means you can read. I don't think reading some book will suddenly make you totally wise. It's not like this is pokemon and you have a rare candy and it increases your level, just saying. My friend told me about some guys who were all up in her grill when she told them they weren't top shit for reading Nietzsche. I don't think reading some books will make you an expert on life.

... My parents trying to get me out of the house to ummmmm yeah consummate their relationship I like to think I was born of immaculate conception lol ... SERIOUSLY? I first suspected it when my dad got back from overseas and they made me go out to have dinner, when I didn't feel like going out T_T. Today dad asked me if I was going out at least 9 times this morning, which makes me feel like he wanted me out of the house and ew ew ew ew ewwwwwww ...

... The fact that I swear so much. I need to stop, because I'm scared that in my IB english oral I will stumble and then say something like "FUCKINGBITCHWHORETITMOUTHCOCKSUCKINGCUNTDICK(honeynut)SHITBAG(s)" and knowing what I'm like normally, that's not much of a stretch, if at all. Especially since swearing has evolved into a competition between Kt and I, since we tried playing that game to see who could swear the longest without pausing (no, Kt, "nigger" is still not a swear word :P)

... Skinny girls who complain about being fat ... Okay then, you're fat =/

... When someone else gets credit for something I did ... like ummmm laundry. I know it's nothing big but WHY DO YOU MAKE ME DO ALL THE CHORES-oh crap I'm beginning to sound like Steven lol

Ummm now that that is over I can commence with the dreary updates of my uninteresting life. I was home for most of the day and I almost finished my Debating speech for Wednesday, and of course by "almost finished" I mean "just started". The debating coach happens to be my instep (my school's name for "form") teacher which means he can hound me every day. He seems to get angry at me for everything I do lately, which might be why I'm late for/arrive after instep every day it's not planned it just happens to uhmmm happen, someone should buy me a thesaurus for my birthday although I'm not putting that into an official list of things I want for my birthday roflol gsgdsggedgerg53795354gdsh but seriously sometimes I don't know why he doesn't just take it easy on me for sometimes doing stuff.

Aaaaaaah since it's my blog I can decide whether or not I want to fangirl something or not. BoA's new album has almost been released, and I'm pretty sure I can convince mum to get it for me as some kind of early birthday present n_n

... also not to brag but I got an A7 on my chinese interactive oral, but I'm pretty sure it's only because I said Mrs Richards has a "watermelon-seed-face".

WE'LL MISS YOU MRS RICHARDS!

TOKin abt ummm how psychology was not respected until it was supported by scientific explanations

2009-03-05T07:28:00.000-08:00

I'm pretty much done with my TOK draft which is why I decided to blog. I was planning on finishing it as soon as I got home but I was tired and before I could say "no-don't-go-to-sleep" I was-SPOILER ALERT-fast asleep. In my essay I talk about the similarities and differences between historical and scientific explanations. Since I didn't want to do any research I just recycled information I had already been taught about in the past, e.g. psychology, Mendel's Principles

When I woke up I was in an unpleasant mood, because I hate falling asleep in the afternoons because then I can't sleep properly at night. This sucks because lately I've been trying to get to bed at 11pm, otherwise I'd be late for school ummm not that anyone is concerned but I'm pretty sure that with the amount of times that I'm late to school, and the rate at which I am late- y' or f'(x) lol I will probably not receive my diploma for not being present for 250 class hours T_T so I can't be late anymore . It is now 1:33am and Eric wants me to go to the gym with him this morning, which means I would have to catch the 6:00bus, in four hours and twenty-six minutes at the time I typed this, that is. So that doesn't seem likely, but if I leave earlier I can go catch the bus with Jermia (at 5:00am) which is an appealing idea n_n

This pretty much means I relinquish my crown as nocturnal club king, and it's something I'm not ashamed to admit. I'm getting old. It's like if you're a prostitute and you're starting to sag more so than usual you should know to call it quits ... or only advertise yourself to people with sag-fetish, which is still switching up your game. So in essence, I'm just dealing with my saggyness--old age, and advertising myself only to people with sag-fetish--by giving up such a childish competition.

I know by saying "childish competition" I sound pretentious but to be honest, there are so many childish competitions that I enjoy every day with friends. The competition about who could get the most year ten friends, the competition about who was liked more by X, Y or Z, the competition between who would be the first to talk to Q, the competition to see who was waved at more by B lol etc

I really enjoy these stupid competitions though, because besides being really fun they help me to relax on the juggling-balls. Oh yeah, and we've started to act like big-headed seniors which is quite fun. Saying things like, "know your place, you year ten person, and don't talk to me. Stop looking in my general direction, too" is always fun. Even though it sounds terribly abbraisive and harsh ...

ummm it is, so I don't know why I put "even though" at the front ... it was probably to provide my character with some sort of non-existent redeeming quality... oh well, I tried : )

At lunch times the tables in our refectory uncommon fancy word for canteen are usually quite full, so being the considerate year twelves that my friends and I are we usually just swarm a small group from year ten. It's fun, and the "wtf"-looks on their face make it all the more worthwhile, besides they are often to paralysed with fear or awe at our awesomeness to respond verbally.

It's my senior year stress, stress eat stress balls, stress-face so don't judge me for finding pleasure in other people's slight discomfort xD

"like so many juggling balls ... well ... really, only two"

2009-03-04T05:41:00.000-08:00

Sometimes I think our school slogan should really just be "If you're busy juggling so many balls put one down to concentrate on the juggling of the rest of your juggling balls". Not only because a teacher who is leaving :( it's sad because she is cool and very connected to the students and their IB progress etc frequently uses this juggling-balls analogy to refer to the difficulties of being an IB student. Oh, also because it makes me giggle.

Sillyness aside, today was a day, much like a Monday or Tuesday, except it were a Wednesday. I thought about skipping the Grin n Tonic performance in the afternoon to finally get my learner's but decided against it because I didn't want to fail lol. I'm glad I didn't though because the Shakespeare performances were quite cool since changing to HL english I've had to start studying Macbeth--I really like it! They say the n-word ... sorta xD

Geoff mentioned the title of my previous post having nothing to do with the actual content of the post, which is actually quite encouraging in the sense that I now know that at least one person-Geoff, reads my blog lol kidding :P

So to elaborate on my title, I have my TOK essay working draft due on Friday, and I have only written about half of it, but I'm no longer stressed out about it, because I put down other juggling balls. I'm going to now try and segue my way into talking about my ipod top twenty-five playlist. I think I can achieve this by saying "juggling is a cycle because it happens again and again and again, much like a playlist on your mp3 on continuous play"

...okay well maybe my "seemless-segue-making" abilities are not so great, but I HAVE OTHER BALLS TO JUGGLE.

On my way home I was thinking, as I often do, because I only have one travelling companion--my ipod, that my top 25 playlist is a big clique. If I choose to listen to the top 25 listened-to songs then what becomes of my others songs? D:

I don't know why it bothered me but I feel like I'm not appreciating them, and that they might divorce me or something ... even though they are bits of data

Well that's enough crazy for now n_n

TOK Stress

2009-03-03T06:15:00.000-08:00

So I sit here fifteen dollars richer than I were this morning, all because I was involved in some survey after school about QUT blah business degree blah analysis blah. I actually got paid sixty bucks but I had to repay a dinner-debt to Sandra and I went out to eat at a nice korean restaurant with some people after the survey. It was really cool and fun and I felt like a big boy.

n_n
If last night was any indication to the fun I’ll be having after high school … I’m looking forward to it WOOOOO

--unrelated but I just wanted to mention it--

I love trainwrecks. I think this is why I find Bad Girls Club so awesome besides the fact that it is just awesome. In a few words it’s tila-tequilaesque but better in that there are 6 crazy bitches constantly yelling at each other. Just to give you an idea of what it’s like it’s like this

“I love juice. Juice makes me happy, yes, it’s sweet and it has a lot of different flavours … nothing like a cold cup of juice, nothing .*drinks spits* … FUCK FUCK WHO PUT HOT SAUCE IN MY JUICE FUCK IMMA KILL YOU … FOR REELZ IM FROM BROOKLYN”

: )

Back to being happy about life, I was reading post secret because I found it in my brother’s room and one of the quotes said something like “high school is not your life” and it makes me feel better, because tbh I’m not a very big fan of school >: ] but then again I don’t think many people are :S

This post is really directionless so I’m just going to direct people to a song I like HERE

sleepyness

2009-02-26T05:13:00.001-08:00

So as I was making my way towards slumber I startled myself with a thought. No it wasn't "I wonder if 2girls, 1cup was real" although that is something I often contemplate but the thought of not having charged my ipod : ( So to kill the time while it is attached to my computer I will write a new post.

^ ^

Today was my first SL Chemistry lesson, and even though it's my first lesson I can tell it's the beginning of me feeling a lot happier. Before I felt trapped/scared/feelinglikeiawasgoingtonotgetmydiploma but now I feel so much better. Even if there is some stigma attached to dropping down a science in my school--a school that values the sciences above all else, but I don't think I'm that way inclined and I don't want to study something science-related later anyway QA has taught me that much.

I'm also using all my study spares to go to year eleven HL math classes which sounds pretty nerdy, but it was my really smart friend's idea. Even though I still think it's a good idea ... Ahh looks like I'll need to kill more time because my ipod is screwy : (

HOT QA GOSS. except not really =/

There's this Samoan guy in year ten and my friend Nat and I are trying to befriend him. Except that he dislikes us annoying/befriending him. Oh well. In the refectory line I asked him to speak Samoan then he asked me if my Samoan was bad, in Samoan but in a really snipey way lol He's not making this easy but Nat and I swear we will befriend him even if it means she has to get dirty (NB: I have not yet discussed this with Nat, but I'm sure she'll understants its importance to the cause lol, if you read this SOZ lol)

In other news, Geoffrey Xu plans on completing a doctorate in philosophy (or how to make nice, whatever), whilst completing his MMBS and BLaw, too.

kidding, geoff thanks you're ULTIM8 Zen-ness is greatly aprreciated *points finger like Mr N__ lol*

atmospheric disrupters

2009-02-25T05:59:00.000-08:00

So the mood from the last post ended up being a bit too heavy for my preference of superficial depth. Therefore I feel I should lighten the mood by having you all imagine your parents doing it--doggy-style, on a swing, suspended, standing, imagine the position they used to conceive you.

Ok, good. Now that the mood is considerably less serious and considerably more "ew" I can begin with my blogpost xD

Wow I just watched a youtube vid of Tablo of epik high freestyling while drunk. I think he's really good and I admire someone who has a great ability to make something of words. I consider it to be a more "difficult" artform, because most other art is direct ... like a painting just goes straight to your eyes and looks nice, and music goes straight in your ears and sounds nice; but words go in and require interpretation and understanding. Anyway the Tablo rap is really good, there's some really good lines. There's another guy in the clip myk but I don't know who that is. I Barock the show Obama-self. lol

I don't really like writing dedications or whatnot, because usually they involve broken promises -I'm going to relate this to one time when some guy said he would make me a shuffle dedication vid AKA a way to say "hey, you're cool" but he never did LOL - soooo, with that said I just wanted to say thanks to Dwee :) I realise how difficult it is for people to be on the fence but I think you do it better than anyone + you taught me that the year elevens aren't always disgusting just kidding :P, Naushin is cool, too xD

So Dwee and I discussed starting our own porn website don't worry not with us in the porn ... unless we get requests, I guess lol. It'd be a niche soz, no accents cos I'm not that cool :( website that involves milking races with MILFs. Yeah, A+ on the concept I know xD I'm thinking we could call it MILFmilkers or something. We get a room of MILFs and they have to milk themselves into a container with a line marked, and the first person to get to the line gets the prize of drinking everyone's milk combined or they get to pick who drinks the milk.

EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW

Soz, but I don't think it's that big a deal because the people I know who read this are used to me being uuhmmm ... me?

From now on whenever I'm on msn and leave unexpectedly without saying my farewells I'm going to come back and say "there was an emergency". If they ask what it is I'll just say "I don't want to talk about it" then I'll just neglect to tell them I just wanted to go toilet/watch tv/eat chocolate/play games/etc. No-one gets hurt, and I avoid getting asked questions--they annoy me, 99% of the time. Oh wait, either that or it would make them ask me more questions =/

... ah hell

XXXX-SEX KOREAN JAP SEXY GIRL ACTION*raaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh....... sandra's guest post lol n_n

2009-02-24T03:55:00.000-08:00

Bleh, in light of the recent buzz about BIRTHDAYS i just wanted to join in and make a blog post expressing my views on cultural imperialism.. No, really -.-" and since it's going to be 90 days until my birthday (i mean, with the latest NOT-ACTUALLY-BIRTHDAY-BIRTHDAY-PARTIES who knows what to expect? a party 90 days early? i love you guys so much wow n_n...) I decided to post up MY WISHLIST (yey) so y'all know what to get/find a ridiculously large amount of people to each chip in a ridiculously small amount of money/eat after announcing you'll bring it tomoz/whatever shizz n_n

- so i want like, heaps of shit and stuff cause yeah thats how y'all will prove your friendships to me etc etc
- longer hair! maybe i'll just subtly hint my boyfriend to buy them for me... cause yeah he'll buy them for me cause hes rich and stuff (x...... OH WAIT, WHICH BOYFRIEND? Cause according to a certain gossiping Korean Boy I've gone out with soooo many people this year XD (i.e. 2) so i'm such a slut/skank/player/whatever but i guess, well any number is more than you babes (x
- more SHIT
- true shit
- love? lol :$

BTW THIS IS NOT MUSU, THIS IS SANDRA GUEST-BLOGGING CAUSE sucky poo tits and yeah.. some logical reason... not just cause im qool... i'll tok abt it when we wok to the bus stop kay? =\

and wow, cause random indirect hidden meaning posts are SO trendy these days i guess all you avid readers of musu will have no idea what i'm going on abt....... so i guess just go to www.fiare.net www.fiare.net www.fiare.net www.fiare.net for the full story HEY KT IM ADVERTISING FOR YOU, BITCH >=[

mreaaaaaaaaaargh i wish i could just not care about you guys (princess and co.) and just worry about loud frogs croaking outside my room disturbing my sleep but maybe its because y'all "co" used to be friends and we used to all get along (kinda)= = I can't just be like "meh whats done is done i-dont-give-a-crap-about-you-and-your-friendship-at-all this is the way its turned out, cant help it now" like some korean boys
but i think you've really i dunno... =\ i'm sorry...

meh and since

Tuesday's blog posts will essentially be about each person's feelings towards recent events I guess I should talk about… *drumroll*

indonesian boy- (not dan -_-) i kinda don't feel overly sorry for you -_- aside from the fact that what happened was kinda.. expected of them? =\ honestly..

i'm so sorry but its just some of your actions are a bit.. disagreeable with okay? you talk about trust and friendship but really, you're not much of an exemplar of this either or does reading your good friend's msn convos/emails/computer files while he's afk just come with the package deal of "good friend"? :S cause really... i dunno anymore.. -.- i don't dislike you, its just some of the things you do which are erghhh "wtf" lol but i like you enough i guess, i just don't understand you sometimes....... but its just a little thing okay that i thought should put out in the open

and i dont not-feel-that-sorry-for-you because of that above thing but more like... yeah it was expected of them -_-

taiwanese boy- i dunno... am i your part time friend? are you a friendly friend or a betrayer? =\ cause usually friends:
- stick up for each other when others are talking about them
- dont talk about each other getting "bashed" behind their backs/to their faces
- inform each other when people fucking go into their emails and DONT blame your not wanting to be involved..... you bitch about X just as much as we do about Y......
- support each other when one has been wronged by some other person
meh, i'm sorry if i overassumed or whatever... i thought we had something, cause we kinda hung out alot during hols and yeah.. if you dont want this during school days its okay too
forgive me if it sounds sappy but i dont know what other words adequately describe it? :S i got a fucking A6 in english kay......

ANYWAY GTG GO STUDY FOR MANDARIN ORAL ABOUT ~~haggling different coloured APPLES~~ GGGGGGGGGG BABY BABY BABY bye richards i enjoyed the time we spent together and our wonderful relationship where you accurately recalled my actual name 111% of the time =)

bleh.. whatevs
judge from this if you must -_-"

misleading opening paragraph with no segue

2009-02-24T02:38:00.000-08:00

So on the way home today I walked past this man filling up his tank at the petrol station and he had no neck. It wasn't the muscley thick no-neck neck, but like he had no-neck neck (he might have had one under all that skin though). I felt like going up to him and saying, "how's your neck, no-neck?", but then realised I would feel bad for making him feel different. Oh yeah, and because it takes me more than ten sweaty minutes to get home (personification ftw) so I didn't want to hang around in awe staring at the man's mesmerising no-neck neck. Although it would've been fun.

Anyway birthdays were never really a big deal to me, and to be honest, still aren't, because before high school I didn't get any presents for my birthday and I'm a loser who no-one likes etc lol I remember one time when I was a kid and my brother beat me up and it just so happened to be on my birthday (lol, I love my brother btw so no long-lasting damage xD ). What I'm trying to say is that ... birthdays aren't really a big deal to me, so when people want so much from it I just get like ... erhmmm I make this face -> :S I think birthday parties are cool and everything but you should never expect anything. Here, the first edition of Musu's-childhood-story-fun-time! Growing up my parents really struggled to keep the family fed and whatnot, and I never really got birthday presents just because my parents didn't have money but it's not like I felt like they didn't love me. I grew up in hand-me-downs, and I didn't really get presents from relatives either. My last birthday party was in year one because it was frivolous spending on my parents' part, in my opinion at least.

Don't get me wrong, I'm still as superficial as anyone else. I'm just saying that friendship is enough and that materialism only creates materialistic relationships.

Birthdays are more for being appreciative of your friends, family, whoever else, otherwise it's just like "CONGRATZ ON GETTING BORNSKIES".

If you are a slut do you have an a-DICK-tion?

2009-02-21T06:29:00.000-08:00

So my blogspot is in a state of semi-retirement (like working two days a week now instead of the old times), brought upon mainly by me not having internet connection**. Oh man I just read the title of this *punch self*

I’ve decided I want to have an addiction. Not because I want to harm myself but because I am now fully aware that I am addicted to addictions.

Explain with the ~~reference~~ use of two ~~Cognitive studies~~ sentences.

Something new comes out and I think, “Wow cool”. Then I stop doing everything else to focus on said “cool” thing.

Right now it’s season three of skins. I just finished episode two, and I think Effie is ummm bloody brilliant (trying to be English lol ). In a slutty, troubled, drug-addiction-adled, “teenager”-ey way. I like how Fred is a little bitch about Cook having sex with Effie … oh yeah SPOILER ALERT beforehand.

In other uninteresting world events starting Monday I am officially a quitter/loser/noob/epic failure :) I’m dropping Chemistry HL to SL so I can put English up from SL to HL. I was really struggling in Chemistry, brought on mostly by lack of effort, but I actually enjoy most aspects of English. I was never really one to do what I wanted in my life (IB selections, etc I'm really easily persuaded :S ) I sorta just did what everyone else was doing (quite stupid, really) but I like English, and I don’t even need HL Chemistry for University so I guess I’m doing myself a favour that's good for me like the one your mum did for me last night OH YEAAHHHZZZ ... like sexual favour ... as in your mother and I were involved in a sexual way ... as in there was the possibilty of intercourse in her or just some foreplay ; )

... okay all she did was help edit my english essay, but still it was a really nice favour :(

Just wanted to finish by saying R Kellz is a total slag. She’s such a cockface-tittymouth-dickshit-loser-deviant-slut-whore-cunt-bitch. Her hands are colder than stethoscopes at the doctors, and they often cause me fripples. She thinks she’s so cool because all the boys want her in the lederhosen. Her icy cold heart pumps blue freezepack goo through her veins. Fuck cunt BITCH shitty boob face.

XOXO

**I had internet but saying that it was the internet is more convenient than listing the actual reasons