Artful Blogger. (Restricted Dodging.)

Like Calm Water.

2006-10-25T00:42:00.000-07:00

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2006-08-23T05:53:00.000-07:00

BAH (Humbuggery.)

Blast.

2006-08-21T00:34:00.000-07:00

I is educated.

(Haiku) Day.

2006-08-18T16:41:00.000-07:00

A blue vein morning
shuffling skin, caffeine shooting
and a magic day.

Paper Cuts and Moth Balls.

2006-08-12T02:23:00.000-07:00

Ridiculous (sort of) ways that I wouldn't want to die -

Suffocation from being wrapped in yards of bubble wrap (with a plastic bag on my head) and being rolled down a steep hill (on a dark and stormy night.)
Being mauled to death by racoons.
Food poisoning from a radioactive apple.
Drowning in a vat of purple paint (in a diabolical genius' secret purple-paint producing hide out.)
In a row boat. Any sort of row boat.
Travelling back in time and being killed by a troop of pigmies.
Travelling back in time and being mauled to death by dinosaurs (and by the racoons who followed me into my time machine.)

That Old Ruffian.

2006-08-08T22:44:00.000-07:00

6.32am.

Daddy Dearest and me making breakfast.

Dad approaches,

"Could you imagine humans not having skeletons?"

Dad makes his body go all sloppy and his hand flimsy. His tongue sticks out of his mouth and he goes cross eyed.

Me - "I don't think we'd be able to stand up."

Dad, continuing to look like a drugged up cthonic monkey - "Yeah I know."

Me - "We'd squish about on the floor."

Dad - "I know."

Me - "I don't think it'd be very comfortable."

Dad - (still imagining he has no bones. Flopsying about the kitchen.)

Me - "Yeah. I think it'd be weird."

Dad - "Yeah. I know. Coffee?"

Periwinkles and Cthonic Monkeys.

2006-08-04T20:05:00.000-07:00

I think if I were to be reincarnated, I'd want to be some sort of flightless bird. None of this cliche - set me free-ness.

No butterflies. Or soaring eagles.

You know, I wouldn't even want to come back as an intimidating Lion (or would I be a Lioness? I wouldn't know, I haven't given much thought on what gender I want to be next).

I'd want to be a flightless bird. Not an emu. They have big bottoms. I'm thinking more along the lines of a penguin. But I don't like the cold. So most probably one of those midget Queensland variety. The little ones that waddle about and always look happy. Yes. I'd want to be one of them. I'd plod about on the sand and attempt to bite tourists feet (haven't they heard of providing a sustainable environment for me to waddle about in?)

Then when they'd try and feed me those vulgar things called - fish - I'd just try and bite of their human-fingers (with no intention to eat them - I promise) and then I'd make some sort of penguin noise (of glee) and waddle quickly away. (I'd make such a happy little penguin.)

Oh yes. That's what I want my afterlife to be like.

Although - if reincarnation doesn't work out - the thought of eternal blackness is a little boring. So If I had to be subject to some sort of one-ness of colour (please no pomo comments on the nature of colours) I suppose the one colour I'd be glad to stare at (and live in) for eternity would have to be - dusty gold. It's such a friendly colour. I'd dance about in it and if I moved and twirled in circles, it would swirl with my eternal being.

(But I still like the idea of being a penguin better.)

And They Told Me to Dance.

2006-08-03T00:51:00.000-07:00

I invite you (who so kindly bother to visit this here space) to enlighten me with your worst line(s) of writing. Nothing smutty or insulting (unless of course that's the extent of your vocabulary) but the usual lovely writing we used to drawl out in junior years.

Here are a few of my personal favourites.

His tummy did that flippy thing. He looked at her eyes. They were pools of happiness. His tummy did that flippy thing - AGAIN! Oh. He thought to himself. Oh. This must be l...

I knew I was angry. My fists curled into balls. I stamped my foot. I screamed at them, "I said two ice cubes!"

And then the sky turned blue. And then a giant dog appeared in the clouds. It barked at everyone. They screamed and panicked. The end of the word was near (and it was a bitch - literally and metaphorically.) Then they woke up. And it was all a dream. Until a giant dog appeared in the blue sky and barked at them!

Tra. La. La. La.

2006-07-31T03:49:00.000-07:00

I've taken to a'showering in the evenings (I'm testing how efficient I'll be if I don't bother cleaning in the morning.)

So far - it's going well. Roll out of bed. Get some food in me. Sit and ponder. Walk to wherever needs going to.

Yes. I think this action plan might just work.

Things that would make my life feel more meaningful -

A pot plant.
A small wooden spoon solely for honey eating purposes.
More scrap paper.

Damnation.

2006-07-29T03:11:00.000-07:00

So I'm sitting, in the wee hours of Friday morning, in a lovely hospital triage waiting to be seen by the (friendly) nurse.

I know there'll be the questions, the temperature check, the blood pressure machine squeezy-thing and all the jazz. I'll manage some sort of polite smile and recount my day (and nights) exerts - the lack of solid food in me, the burning (and morbidly comforting) tang of bile in my mouth, my fingers tingling and that unstoppable shake (shake, shake, shake.)

Then I'll wait. And just wait. (Being me, my heads in my hands and I'm closingmy eyes, trying to think of distracting and nonsensical thoughts - penguins in a feild of daisies dancing the hokey pokey and subsitituting the words for the syllables of my name - just to cheer me up.)

But I can't imagine that forever. And so, in waiting (perhaps out of boredom or dehydration) I look around the shuffling, restless room. The sleepy faces, the frowning parents (that damned girl who can't stop crying and sniffling in her tissues.) The guy with some cuts on him. The pregnant woman who's just walked in. Her husband (and her) can't speak english all that well and he's struggling to tell the nurse what's going on. So he points at his wife and she knows straight away (clever lady, she knows.) So they go, walking past me, opening a few doors - shuffling away (to literally bring life into this world.)

I saw this - misery waiting for medicine, restless pain, impatient illness - and most importantly - however ill this may sound - I could not help but feel hopeful (about the next few days, the next few weeks, the next few years.) That unstable, queasy feeling (from the acid rising in my throat) was still there - but there was this - quiet resolution (gaining momentum in my mind).

I looked about and I felt awkwardly hopeful (that tommorow will be a new day, that I won't let myself be sick forever).

Bleep.

2006-07-26T04:36:00.000-07:00

Today was a blinkable day.

(Blinkable - a word often used by Bianca to describe a moment in time. If one blinked during such a moment, they would not miss what could have been seen (if they had not blinked.) )

Super Duper Quick Word Game.

2006-07-24T15:03:00.000-07:00

Sitting (as I always like to do) and thinking about the colour "lilac" made me laugh out loud. It's only because I thought of the word "periwinkle" (I have no idea what that is - is it another colour, a flower perhaps?) And so, I spent a decent amount of time - just sitting, thinking about colours and smiling to myself. So without further ado -

Fuschia - red wine and mashed potato vomit.
Peach - jaundice-skin under super red light (how that'd work, I don't know.)
Sky blue - the limp tongue of a decaying blue-tongue-lizards (tongue).
Mauve - blood and puss seeping out from fungas infested fingernails.
Hot pink - the colour of a (nice fat, pink) pigs skin after you slash a gash in its side, rub the blood all over its body and just let the colours (somehow) mix.
Fuzzy green - that sort you get on mouldy bread (if you're lucky it gets a blue-tinge).
Alien-green - from the healthy glow that all extra terrestrial beings from the planet Zygote have.

Don't Frown Cheery.

2006-07-23T22:31:00.000-07:00

Here are a list of scenario's to insert during those moments in conversation (when you're attempting to cheer yourself up) where everything's going fuzzy and it feels like it'll always rain outside (no more drought. no more sunshine.) -

"Hey, don't worry about it imagine..."

If a diabolical genius enslaved all of us and used us as forced labour in his/her candy factory. All day and all night we'll have to listen to merry-go-round music and in the never-ending-fluorescent light of our sugar-workshops, some of us would be driven to suicide. We'd be deprived of all food groups that don't contain 99.99999% sugar. For a while this would be great, until our teeth began to rot off and the smell of plump corpses get to us.
A world where there were no computers. I can't even begin to comprehend it. We'd have to have conversations face to face. You might even be made to write a letter. Imagine how terrible that would be.
If you had to prostitue yourself to fat-candy-factory-workers who'd only pay you in chocolate bars and were computer illiterate.
If you were conscripted to fight a mutated army of sugar-eating soldiers who smelt of chocolate and dried blood. Imagine having to bayonet their rounded figures, only to have super-pungent-thick-half-blood-half-oozing-fat suirt out at you due to some sort of high pressure. Imagine your uniform soaked in boiled-cherry-ripe-sort-of-liquid and the putrid smell of human fat.
Then, imagine your food supply diminishing. Soon your forced to eat the fallen soldiers.
Then you realise, they actually don't taste that bad. So you want more and more and more. Pretty soon you've mutated into a fat-sugar-blooded-fighter.
Then you realise this is was the diabolical genius planned all along. You get on your hands and knees and your bones feel like their melting. For some weird scientific reason your body is turning into a jelly-sweet-like-substance.
You die wailing, in a pool of sweet-smelling rot.

Tea-Soaked Breakfast.

2006-07-22T15:17:00.000-07:00

(I'm recovering from my lapse-of-immune-system) and my body tells me my progress is good. Here's what a balanced diet is, whilst ill and irritated -

A few vitamin B pills.
Followed by some iron.
Wash them down with tea.
Some type of citrus fruit (cut into square shapes.)
A few painkillers (wash down with some sort of soy beverage.)
An apple.
Honey.
Some nasal decongestants (and water.)
Porridge.
Maybe some amoxycillin for good measure (and fruit juice and/or water.)
More honey.

(If you stare long enough at your reflection, you'll notice one eye is bigger than the other. o.0 .)

Yonk.

2006-07-21T22:48:00.000-07:00

1. You can press a button that will make any one person explode. Who would you blow up?

(Struggles) I don't want to blow up anyone (just yet.)

2. You can flip a switch that will wipe any band or musical artist out of existence. Which one will it be?

Madonna.

3. Who would you really like to just punch in the face?

The Queen of Hearts.

4. What is your favorite cheese?

Soy. (The yellow sort.)

5. You can only have one kind of sandwich. Every sandwich ingredient known to humankind is at your immediate disposal. What does your dream sandwich consist of, and does it contain the aforementioned cheese?

Honey. (Scrap the bread. Just give me a spoon.)

6. You have the opportunity to sleep with the movie (porn counts) celebrity of your choice. We are talking no-strings-attached sex and it can only happen once... Who?

N/A. If there's no strings, there's no sex.

7. You have the opportunity to sleep with the music-celebrity of your choice.What music celebrity?

N/A.

8. Now that you've slept with two different people in a row, you seem to be having an excellent day because you just came across a hundred-dollar bill on the sidewalk. Holy shit, a hundred bucks! How are you gonna spend it?

Honey. A big wooden spoon. Some pot plants. Maybe a few watermelons.

9. You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere. You have to depart right now. Where are you gonna go?

Rio.

10. Upon arrival to the aforementioned location, you get off the plane and discover another hundred-dollar bill. Shit! Now that you are in the new location, what are you gonna do?

Lunch. Dinner. (Honey and a can of chickpeas.)

11. An angel appears out of Heaven and offers you a lifetime supply of the alcoholic beverage of your choice.

I'd rather have grape juice (and lots of it.)

12. Rufus appears out of nowhere with a time-traveling phone booth. You can go anytime in the PAST. What time are you traveling to and what are you going to do when you get there?

Aztec times, just before Hernan Cortez rocks up. (I would be praised as the Divine.)

13. You discover a beautiful island upon which you may build your own society. You make the rules. What is the first rule you put into place?

No animal molestation of any sort.

14. You have been given the opportunity to create the half-hour TV show of your own design. What is it called and what's the premise?

No reality television. Maybe some sort of drama involving a tea-party, bambi, dumbo, hobbits - I'll call it, "The Intertextual."

15. What is your favorite curse word?

Bloody.

16. One night you wake up because you heard a noise. You turn on the light to find that you are surrounded by MUMMIES. The mummies aren't really doing anything, they're just standing around your bed. What do you do?

Ask them if they'd like some tea with honey.

17. Your house is on fire, holy shit! You have just enough time to run in there and grab ONE inanimate object. Don't worry, your loved ones and pets have already made it out safely. So what's the one thing you're going to save from that blazing inferno?

My honey supply.

18. The Angel Of Death has descended upon you. Fortunately, the Angel Of Death is pretty cool and in a good mood, and it offers you a half-hour to do whatever you want before you bite it. Whatcha gonna do in that half-hour?

Burn all incriminating evidence.

19. You accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what's even cooler is that they endow you with the super-power of your choice! What's it gonna be?

One word. Photosynthesis.

20. You can re-live any point of time in your life. The time-span can only be a half-hour, though. What half-hour of your past would you like to experience again?

The first time I had a vegemite sandwich.

21. You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be? (the answer "nothing" doesn't count)?

Primary school.

22. You got kicked out of the country for being a time-traveling heathen who sleeps with celebrities and has super-powers. But check out this cool shit... you can move to anywhere else in the world! Bitchin'! What country are you going to live in now?

TASMANIA!

23. This question still counts, even for those of you who are under age. Check it out. You have been eternally banned from every single bar in the world except for ONE. Which one is it gonna be?

N/A. I can get drunk at home just fine (thank you very much.)

24. Hopefully you didn't mention this in the super-powers question.... If you did, then we'll just expand on that. Check it out... Suddenly, you have gained the ability to FLOAT!!! Whose house are you going to float to first, and be like "Dude, check it out... I can FLOAT!"

Some sort of Church.

25. The constant absorption of magical moonbeams mixed with the radioactive vegetables you consumed earlier have given you the ability to resurrect the dead famous-person of your choice. So which celebrity will you bring back to life?

Judas Iscariot.

26. The Celestial Gates Of Beyond have opened, much to your surprise because you didn't think such a thing existed. Death appears. As it turns out, Death is actually a pretty cool entity, and happens to be in a fantastic mood. Death offers to return the friend/family-member/person/etc. of your choice to the living world. Who will you bring back?

Bubbles. My first fish.

27. What's your theme song?

Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairies.

Version 0.01223

2006-07-18T14:54:00.000-07:00

7.52am 19 July 2006.

I'm as sick as...(that I can't even think of a metaphor to describe my pathetic lack of an immune system.)

I've placed a lazy-tag on me. No waking up before so and so. No going out and doing such and such. Minimal effort involved (my theory is, if i stock up on lazy points, my more "active" self will start kicking in and wanting to go haywire in the upcoming weeks.)

I suppose only time will tell.

Hop. Hop. Chirp.

2006-07-12T14:31:00.000-07:00

Yesterday was an odd day. Amanda, Rachele and myself went a'shopping (something we haven't done for a while.)

It was odd because - that was exactly what we were doing two years ago. Three years ago. (Months apart.)

It struck us then (walking about, on the esclatator, entering a store) that we've gotten older (obviously.)

Then Amanda would say something characteristically-Amanda-like, Rachele would laugh, I'd smile - and all would be well again (Because I'm sure we can grow in age, but we'll stay immature indefinately.)

Words I ought to use more often -

Swimmingly.
Dubious.
Quid pro quo.
Exasperated.
Ominous.
Persnickety

Barley Sugar.

2006-07-10T15:26:00.000-07:00

Things that make the world a better place -

Honey.
Pancakes (with honey).
A knife and a fork (to eat the pancakes with honey.)

Green With Something.

2006-07-09T14:32:00.000-07:00

It's 7.30am and I'm working my way through my morning avocado.

Now, avocado's are such an extreme fruit.

I've either had really good ones (deliriously good.)

And then -

There are the horrid ones. Too rotten. Or too unripe. The seed is surrounded by black muck and when you poke it, the wrinkly outside skin doesn't bounce back.

Well this morning, at 7.26am I took a spoonful of my morning avocado. (And it's neither great or bad - it tastes average.)

I don't know if that's an anti-climatic way to start my day. Or a good sign.

Keep At It.

2006-07-07T05:30:00.000-07:00

Another thing to add to your "before I die" list(s) -

Stare at yourself in the mirror for ten minutes (without laughing.)

Good Morning Dew.

2006-07-05T14:42:00.000-07:00

Beautiful things I saw this morning -

My breath condensing in front of me.
Porch lights flickering.
A lady standing under a lampost, waiting dilegntly for the bus to arrive (head bent, hands in pockets, staring at her breath condensing in front of her.)
An empty road.
The sunrise reflecting in windows.
Cracks in the pavement.

I'm Sorry Misery.

2006-07-04T23:08:00.000-07:00

Some cliches that still poke at the good ol' heart -

Shooting stars.
Red roses.
Full moon nights.
Fog in the morning, clearing to reveal a blue sky.
Apples being good for your teeth.
Waking up on the wrong side of the bed.
Any sort of nursery rhyme.
A nice long walk (into the dark, with shooting stars above you, red rose bushes along the path, whilst eating an apple and humming "Mary Mary Quite Contrary.")

The Three.

2006-07-03T15:11:00.000-07:00

Okay. So there's

Their.

There. AND -

They're.

Their house is over there. I know this because they're opening the door with their key. Not there...there! (to the left, a little above the rose bushes.) That's right.

One. Four. (Seven Times Tables.)

2006-07-02T14:55:00.000-07:00

Reasons why it's bad to sleep in the dark -

Ninjas cloaked in black could sneak in and strangle you in your sleep.
When nature calls (or rather insists, that you ought to wake up and relieve yourself) you might slip out of bed and fall on one of the ninjas, who would them strangle you whilst you're wide awake.
Some sort of egg-laying insect that only moves with the cover of darkness could crawl onto your pillow, lodge itself in your ear and lay its eggs inside your head.
So that when the black ninjas strangle you (asleep or awake) the eggs in your head will suddenly implode, causing insect-egg-puss to ooze out (some of it goes out of your nose.) The stuff is so potent that you die of some form of toxic shock.
(The ninjas then disappear into the night.)

Mr. Eliot once said - "Do I dare disturb the universe?"

2006-07-01T15:25:00.000-07:00

Okay, I've decided to just start again.

It's 8.23am on a (cold) Sunday morning. I have an empty bowl, teapot, plate and cup in front of me (the remnants of my breakfast.)

I ought to be typing something up, or reading some sort of book - but right now I just can't. I've been listening to Death Cab for Cutie's albums over and over (thankyou David, I needed a change in music). Currently listening to "Brothers in a hotel bed."

It's 8.25am now and I know - soon I'll have to stand up and go to work. I'll spend my day behind a counter, staring at strangers and handing them their medicinal needs in brown paper bags (that I sticky tape closed, because I wouldn't want anything to fall out.)

My desk lamps been on for more than 48hours.

I got rid of my swivel computer chair (because I would get to distracted twirling about and not focus). Instead I helped myself to a sturdy wooden chair from the lounge room (I can't twirl about anymore.)

My hair is wet (from that cold morning shower.) I know it'll take half a day to dry (it always does.)

It's 8.29am and I'm sitting here, wishing I had something funny to say. Or something enlightening atleast. Some sort of quip about yesterday, some sort of joke about mailboxes, escalators, DVD players or lampposts (nothing comes to mind.)

I suppose today's just one of those days (where it would be so much more meaningful if it were a Dr. Seuss book - everything rhyming.)

So yes, I'm back.

Sugar, Sweet?

2006-03-11T19:33:00.000-08:00

My oh my. It's been a while.

If I wrote anything substantial it would be me whinging (as I do) and so - I'll put this simply and sweetly -

I'm still in limbo.

Divine.

2006-02-28T03:26:00.000-08:00

Dearest All,

I was so utterly moved, by your enthusiasm to celebrate little-old-me's day-of-womb-escape (aka birthday) that I, in my state of sugar induced euphoria I wrote a poem (expressing, my awe and gratefullness.)

I have a party island,

in my mind

and on it, I'd have you all -

Dancing, sitting, screaming (in glee)

With coconuts all around.

And on this island, I would exclaim -

"I feel Lov-ed.

Lov-ed I feel."

(I'd thank each one of you, with alot of shaking of hands

and give you all,

feathers pillows to rest your heads.)

=)

Love and no Foibles,

Bianca.

To Bitterness.

2006-02-27T13:10:00.000-08:00

28th of February 2006 (the end of summer.)

Halfway through term one (of my final year of second-rate learning), breathing fine. A little spunky, trying to be spiff - zipping with the momentum of a new day (set off by alarms.)

Things that make me smile -

- Citrus marmalade.
- Computer beepy noises.
- Ripping off the green-plastic of newspapers on sunday mornings.
- Gladly stepping out the door.

Same Day. Different Sentiment.

2006-02-19T21:11:00.000-08:00

Porridge and Comfort.

Porridge, with (soy) milk and honey are a must in every Bianca diet.

Porridge is a diabolical food. You can choose to chew or just to swallow. I prefer mine not watery, but lumpy with swirls of honey on top (I'm getting passionate now.)

(I'm reminded of an old-school exercise whereby one must try to begin every sentence with a new word. Most of the time, us lazy-folk would just interchange "The" with "This" and "That." I now, will employ the opposite of this - in tribute to Porridge - and use said lovely food as the beginning of each blessed sentence as of...)

Porridge is such as ugly looking food, but lovely non-the-less. i don't deny the vomiteqsue look about it, but I just think of baby birds enjoying some worms and Mum's saliva and it makes it all better.

Porridge bubbles. If that isn't amazing...

Porridge is old-school and beats cereal in the swank factor, however I do admit I went through (what seems now to have been a silly) fruit-loop phase where I was blown over with all the colours. Porridge, a creamy off-white (almost yellow with alot of honey) is simplistic yet elegant (in its vomitesque type-of-way.)

Porridge neither rolls of the tongue or sounds poetic, it's a blunt two syllabel word that has an almost authoritarian feel to it.

Porridge, contrary to popular practice, does not need a spoon in the consumption process - a cup will do (make sure the porridge has cooled down a bit.)

Porridge is so swank, it has a whole fairytale on it and other people/beings through history have loved it (as much as I do) they even molest little girls who tamper with their porridge.

Porridge, how you fill the void...

Socks to Rock.

2006-02-19T21:06:00.000-08:00

Dear All,

Hope is indeed, feathery. I found it wild and caged it up. I feed it seed and water everyday.

Regards,

Bianca.

All For Four.

2006-02-11T22:11:00.000-08:00

I can begin, by commenting on how I am. I'm well thanks.

Cherry Cheeks All The Rage.

2006-02-04T22:40:00.000-08:00

Back from where I went, most certainly. Dandy as a Latin Bible. Wishing for less humid weather. If I were a beaver, I'd claim work on the dam is progressing well.

On a more troubling note, I no longer like green apples. They are too sour and I've worked out, never really sweet to begin with.

Next on the agenda: fullstops.

Like...NOW.

I would like to read a book where all the puncutation is spelt out for us fullstop That was it would definately comma bemore interesting and in short comma would challenge our ability to imagaine what a sentence looks like by reading it fullstop How neat would that be questionmark

Buzzing Lightly.

2006-01-22T17:05:00.000-08:00

I've hired a moth exclusively to patrol my room at all times.

Mr Moth is only a small moth and I had hoped he would grow bigger with time. He flies diligently and has, until recently, been able to keep MQ's (mosquitoes) out of the room. Now Mr. Moth was doing a great job, that I even began to pardon its little mistakes like flying into my forehead. Mr. Moth's success at repelling MQ's was rather admirable, until yesterday. To my sheer horror, I could not see Mr. Moth at his station. He's been missing for nearly 37 hours.

Eight Hundred Thousand Nine Hundred Forty Eight Thousand. Followed by a Decimal Point.

2006-01-19T18:12:00.000-08:00

Characters from Monarchist Families represented in movies include (but not limited to) -

Princess Jasmie.

Anastasia.

Snow White (in theory and is due to variations upon the creator).

The King (and all of his family, which took up an entire palace) from "The King and I."

Aragorn (despite the fact he seems to have gone unshaven and "rogue").

Prince William.

Pat the Cat who Wears a Top Hat.

2006-01-18T15:43:00.000-08:00

I learnt the fundamentals of rhyme and rhythm from watching Madeline in the afternoons and reading Dr. Seuss books in the evening.

Now, despite my herbivore stance - I mutter ever so often "green eggs and ham."

But that's not the point.

The point is -

The favouritism placed on Madeline throughout the entire series. Yes, the show is named after her but despite this - why? oh why is this little French girl so important. I put it down to two main things, she seems to exhibit physical and mental characteristics of a "good" yet lively child (to an extent).

Her height, being of a small stature - makes her the object of "cuteness" and therefore adorable. Now, plus this with a dualist notion of beauty - which children are subjected to as they grow (that of the anorexic model who has legs that would make a pole tremble) and wham, bam, alaka-frikken-zam - Madeline was a lie.

Bread and butter? Please, where's the fibre in that diet.

Next, her own personal characteristics. Obedient enough to be kept under control, with a touch of life and moral high ground. This is best exemplified through her keeping the dog, Genevieve.

On another note, was

"cheese and whiskers"

Meant to be a rhetorical question or just a statement.

No Kidding?

2006-01-16T17:42:00.000-08:00

Things that are just so swank (right now) -

Words with silent letters in them. So really, the large bulk of the French language is just so swank right now.

Pancakes with coconut shreds in them. No sugar needed. All coconut.

Post-It Notes. The yellow variety, none of this new age other colour bs.

Velcro. Lots and lots of velcro for a good rip, now and then.

Corks in bottles. Lids? Who needs them.

Any hand gesture that doe snot involve the thumbs. Yes, they make us more hand-superior to the mere mammals - who can't tie shoelaces - but let's be considerate and not show off.

Things that are so not swank (right now) -

Three-ply toilet paper. Why the hell do you need more than two-ply. In fact, three-ply any tissue is silly.

Wet concrete. It looses its appeal wet.

Anyone who does not appreciate the different between a blink and a wink.

Terra Nullius. (It was never swank to begin with.)

Acidity? No Way.

2006-01-09T16:14:00.000-08:00

Things I see everyday: crumpled pillows, brown paper bags, fluffy towels, tired feet, a reflection flashing past patient mirrors, polished floorboards, dimlit hallway and a calm computer screen.

Limp Like a Fence.

2006-01-07T20:19:00.000-08:00

What I have to say right now: muffintops with a side dish of uncertainty, fleecy jumpers create lint, rainy day happiness and summer time blues, butterfly gun positions and isolated co-operation.

Q. What Is the most difficult riddle in your mind?

A. A rhetorical question.

2006-01-06T01:07:00.000-08:00

What I noticed (today).

Trains have a lulling effect. The good ones rock back and forth and the screechy noises give it a genuine feel.

It is okay to wear sunglasses even though there is no sun out. They are a accessary. One does not take a ring on and off in buildings.

Holding a door open for a complete strangers makes them smile. Smiling at a complete stranger confuses them.

Slippery concrete is best handled, not with a pressing heel, but a careful tip-toe.

Never underestimate humidity. It has no drying effects.

Forcing a smile means you have good intentions (kind of).

Hello Teapot, What's A Brewing?

2006-01-02T18:08:00.000-08:00

I can see your spout a'shewing (as they spell it in Emma, thank you English Staffroom.)

Do you steam to let me know, (Because I can not Google it.)

That outside it's really hot (Record temperatures, bubble bath time.)

And geographically, this area has no snow? (The road's are cement you see.)

Or do you whistle playfully, (How come you can not dance?)

To infrom me how painfully, (Shall I pour some aloe vera gel...)

Your insides are burning? (Does it Hurt?)

Hello Teapot, what's a knowing?

I can see your handle glowing.

Said To The Bursting Grapes.

2005-12-30T18:01:00.000-08:00

One Reason Why Seseme Street Lacked In-Depth Muppet Emotional Drive -

The human characters seemed to always interfere.

There was a need to explain things to the muppets, such as when Big Bird and Zoe get into arguments over toys, they are not left alone to rock-scissor-paper-out the problem, a human intervenes and BANG - they have to share. They are informed only briefly that sharing is caring but the question of what can be conisdered "caring" is never raised.

The two learn nothing of accepting defeat and acknowledging that their choices (such as choosing paper instead of scissors) led to their failure.

On this note the characters of Bert and Ernie are refreshing and eye-opening characters, as their love-hate relationship and seperate talents, emphasise how they are interdependent yet still individual.

Elapsing Gaps of TIme.

2005-12-27T16:50:00.000-08:00

I have, for a while now, made it a habit to turn the key when closing the window in my room three times.

Three. Not One or Two. I do this because (oh yes, it is a sensible reason indeed) - because - the lock's on the dodgy side and doesn't seem to lock when I turn the key once. Neither does it lock the second time, because that's the equivalent of openign it again. SO I must - I truly must- turn that key three times.

Smash It Up.

2005-12-26T01:37:00.000-08:00

It has been (counting with fingers) three full days of family, food, festive spirit, catching up, laying back, ritual ripping of wrapping paper and wearing a different pair of shoes for each different outfit.

I can proudly say, I have a box of candy and chocolate. I am seriously contemplating putting the chocolate in the fringe in case they melt - but the fridge is considered open to all and that means other grubby hands will tain my well saved stash. I should get a solid three days out of my haul, based on the estimate that I eat candy with every meal.

The next order of business is that of the cat that lives in my cousins backyard. It has no name, it has green eyes, is skinny, small, meowy-like and likes milk in chinese containers. I like cats. Well, my cousins backyard always has some sort of animal living in it. Bunnys, chickens, dogs, ducks and so on. Now it's only a cat left. It let me poke its head.

Lastly, ladies and gentlemen - I woke up in such a panic because I couldn't feel my spine. It wasn't a dream and oh did I panic, I began pushing pillows and scratching at my back. I twisted like a worm in the mouth of a bird and then I reached success, my spine is well now.

The Truth About Pink Clouds.

2005-12-24T18:17:00.000-08:00

What I see outside the window: concrete illuminated and heated by sunshine, straight palm tree trunk, cloudless sky with wires criss corssing along poles of dead trees, soft breeze and mouldy roof tiles.

What I see in this room: cream walls, yellow tissue box, messy plate of attacked lychees, paper sitting patiently in the printer, lonely highlighter of ugly orange and softly moving curtain from artificially created inside breeze.

What I feel at this moment: no sensation in feet due to cross-legged seating on wheely chair, press of large earphones on head (flattening hair) and comfortable t-shirt covering back of neck which was bitten by one hungry mosquito.

What I now see outside the window: palm tree branch in the shape of a fish skeleton, little bird sitting in a tree cleaning itself, lazy day and the peeling paint on the neighbours garage.

Don't Nut.

2005-12-20T22:58:00.000-08:00

I must confess.

I never really believed in Santa or the Easter Bunny Rabbit. For that, I am sorry. Furthermore, it saddens me to inform all of you, that I am a terrible present wrapper. I use too much sticky tape and despite the fact I know (I truly do) that it is wasteful and pointless (I know too, the presents will be ripped open).

On that note, I am waiting very patiently for the New Year to arrive.

The advice that stands out in my memory, came from a PE teacher at Primary School. Lovely lady. She told us -

"Girls, if there's two things you should do in life it's this -

Learn to drive a manual and learn to change a tyre."

I can do neither.

The Effort Was Painful.

2005-12-16T23:17:00.000-08:00

Yes, I adore everything.

Right down to the stitching of my shirt, which by now, is frayed. Well, I've been thinking about getting a new one - that I'd adore equally - but I adore my wallet, with coins so dull and dirty from being passed hand to hand, with probably half of them, palms and all - neither washed or moisturised.

Then I looked at the dirty carpet, of my humble room. It has taken on a charming greyish tone, from all the goings and more so, comings back and forth, back and forth. Except for under the bed, under there, the shoes and the lack of walking have left it dirt free. As it should be.

I got rid of empty bottles, I threw out an empty bottle which once upon a time, was filled with iron tablets. Then an empty sorbolene container, followed by an empty roll-on deodorant. Yeah, I moved on. I didn't need them.

There is a momentum now, pent up and emobodied in the bin, which is situated under my desk. See, now it stores the empty containers (which I must repeat, I realise now I no longer need) and it waits patiently (for now). It waits with a serenity and calmness that baffles me. Well, I know (I just do) that I will empty out the bin. Sooner or later. I hope I do.

Moxie Pink. It's In.

2005-12-15T04:01:00.000-08:00

I saw a fox-dog the other day. Fox-dog it was, for I can be sure that I could not discern whether it was more foxish or doggish and oh, it was perplexing.

It had the type of bushy tail you associate with the fox-types. It's face was on the pointy side, but it hinted some sort of doggish ancestry.

So, I've concluded fox-dog it shall have to be, forever in my memory. It strutted in a feline manner though, or maybe I've wrongly interpreted its trot. Nevermind, my point is the fox-dog looked rather skinny. I realise it may have been molested (by a man in a brown trench coat or some disgruntled motorist) and it was sniffing, in its fox-dog way, sniffing for food - or perhaps a smell-trail to an exclusive underground fox-dog nightclub (which operates in the day, just to baffle the humans.)

I would like to think, if I had approached the fox-dog, that at a polite distance I could ask -

"Excuse me, Sir (I think it was a Sir, by the step and figure of the intriguing mammal) pray, what are you? For I do not know and would not like to offend."

To that, the fox-dog would trot (skip, bounce, what have you) over to me and would sniff at my kneecaps, then look up at me, grinning all the while -

"Why, I am a fox-dog and aren't I the most splendid fox-dog you have seen?"

"Of course, of course Mr. Fox-Dog Sir. I should so like to breakfast with you, but I have appointments to go too."

"Such a pity, I was just about to invite you to the exclusive fox-dog nightclub, that's held in the day."

"Truly? Oh I should like to attend one day."

"Then it is arranged, at 1600 hours this very afternoon, will you accompany me for my second visit? The gherkins on rye bread are rather fantastic."

"Oh, it does sound pleasant indeed."

Then Mr. Fox-Dog, for by now we would have made friends and exchanged clumps of hair for identification and affilliation purposes, would trot along and I would attend to my pressing business. Mr Fox-Dog indeed.

Moonlight is Never Out of Date.

2005-12-12T21:58:00.000-08:00

It worked out terribly, is all I can say.

It happened something like this. I was looking for a red beret. A nice, red one. To wear on bad-hair days.

So I looked, of course I looked. Here and there, staring at this and that until - smack and bang - I was holding all these bags (plastic ones) and I still - still, had no red beret.

I got side tracked, you see - this and that turned into wanting this and that and shhhhaaazzaam I had it. For those few seconds of knowing you owned something, hell it was brilliant.

This and that, oh let me tell you - was euphoric.

The type of happiness you know only after it goes and with hindsight - oh - you sure feel down. Like the gutter. Then, you end up only with the plastic bags and you're all

"Damn this and that"

and like a spider with no web, you realise how you still didn't find that damn red beret, you berate yourselve, for being fickle and getting side tracked and not being focused. Oh it's all very silly.

So you see yourselve as a spider (with no red beret) and you feel like a gutter and you think you're silly and oh, it's tragic

(like what was on the news, the movie you saw last night and all the poverty stricken nations you've bothered to give a fleeting thought to.)

Oh yes, it is dull indeed and this time around - with or without that damn beret you're determined, hell yes.

Of All The Gin Joints.

2005-12-11T22:19:00.000-08:00

I was thinking, yeah I was thinking - truly I was. I was thinking about that song, but then I wasn't.

You know, when you half-heartedly think about one thing and then jump to another.

Yeah you're leaping and bounding in your head thinking about some sort of tune, yeah those tunes they get stuck they do

- so you're thinking about this and wham you're thinking about that and so altogether you're pretty spiffed at yourself, so you start humming

- oh boy do you start humming.

So there's you, lil' old you walking along - not singing a damn song - but humming - as you do when you're in a humbuggity mood. Yeah, that's it - it's the mood of the whole thing and it's great.

It sure is.

You're all rosy smiles and even the lil shaggy white dog, it sits itself down near the fence and watched you walk by with its big old watery eyes and it's cute as a button you just wish it was yours.

Oh boy, you sure do.

Here's to looking at you, kid.

2005-12-09T22:32:00.000-08:00

Oh yes, it has been getting worse.

Have you noticed the symptoms Kiddo?

Well, it's all there. The chaffed fingers can easily be fixed with some vaseline. Yeah - that stuff is potent.

B complex will patch her spirits up. Patch them up good now. No, gently - like you're peeling and apple.

Oh yes, deary dear - it has been getting worse.

Listen, we're a couple of years off tapping into that well of immortality, you know - they've already started advertising a 200ml bottle of the stuff for $28.95 - but I tell you what, you hang in there, just hang right on in there and the first bottle I can order in - it'll be yours.

You hear that Kiddo, it'll be alright - just pay a deposit of $10.95 and the deal is done.

Oh, no credit either Kiddo. Hard, cold, paper, right in my palm.

And How.

2005-12-05T14:35:00.000-08:00

I got bit by the cleaning bug. Well, half-bit. Half-bit that is. Half wanted to clean, half didn't. You know?

Yeah, I'm sure you do.

I cleaned out the wardrobe and the pile of unused clothes, many with tags still on was pretty high. Damn I says.

Damn.

After that one hour stint, with hangers and all that jazz I look at the bed.

Yeah that bed, it sure does that too you.

The sheets looked all crumply and I couldn't, simply couldn't - bring myself to sleep on them. So what did I do - well what can a doll do faced with such a situation?

You gotta get rid of em, in the washing basket they go and on you spread a cleaner set - straight from the linen cupboard.

Afterwards, that self-satisfaction of knowing - yeah - yeah, I cleaned all that - makes you bubble.

Only get that feeling after a good half-clean. It's the heelot in me.

All The Bells and Whistles.

2005-12-02T14:56:00.000-08:00

So I was sitting, yeah - I was sitting and waiting and drinking a litre carton of chocolate flavoured soy milk and it was hot - yeah it was hot - but I didn't mind because the milk was cold - yeah it was cold.

Machine-guns and artillery were the main weapons for maintaining defence. Yeah - defence. WWI defence that is. Damn them machine guns doing all that mowing down and the Somme. Yeah the Somme, research it one day.

But tanks. What about em tanks? They could like, mow down them machine guns,

Yeah?

Yeah?

Yeah maybe, except for the fact at the beginning of WWI they were shithouse and went (say about) 5-6km/h and broke down easily. Yeah, poor tanks were useless.

Only em machine guns - yeah them machine guns and that artillery, oh with the schrapnel and the explosives they go campoweeee and whack, your trench is taken.

Stalemate, no you stalemate! Yeah there was a stalemate and trench warfare was more dfensive. The Germans kicked ass in in depth defence, because their trenches see - see their trenches were better than them British.
Those British and French folk like, had crappy trenches.
But everyone had rats. Lots of fat rats.

So the milk - yeah it was cold but I was waiting for a bit and ended up drinking it all. Afterwards I felt a lil sick because I had guzzled it all down, but I though - yeah I thought about that movie Meet John Doe.

Good movie that is, yeah Gary Cooper did some good acting in it. It had a good plotline and yeah - all over good movie (film, moving picture etc.)

Good bit of dialogue about em damn HEELOTS. Do read his lovely speech on you damn heelot.

COLONEL
Listen, sucker, yuh ever been broke?

BEANY
Sure. Mostly often.

COLONEL
All right. You're walking along—not a nickel in your jeans—free as the wind—nobody bothers you—hundreds of people pass yuh by in every line of business—shoes, hats, automobiles, radio, furniture, everything. They're all nice, lovable people, and they let you alone. Is that right?

Then you get hold of some dough, and what happens?
All those nice, sweet, lovable people become heelots.

A lotta heels.
They begin creeping up on you—trying to sell you something. They've got long claws and they get a strangle-hold on you—and you squirm—and duck and holler—
and you try to push 'em away—but you haven't got a chance—they've got you! First thing you know, you own things. A car, for instance.

And what happens? You're not the free and happy guy you used to be.
You gotta have money to pay for all those things—so you go after what the other feller's got—
And there you are—you're a heelot yourself!

So it got me thinking, see, it got me thinking about them machine guns in WWI and heelots.

The chocolate milk that is, got me all full up thinking, because I was waiting - yeah I was waiting. The home fronts in like - total war - that's right, total damn war where everyone's in on it and their all heelots.

With their income taxes, war bonds and them DORA laws. Yes, DORA.

The heelots see, the heelots got a hold of em.

Then I was thinking again, yeah I wasn't that tired so I could do a bit of that. I was thinking of the milk and how, it was all cold and nice see.
It was hot outside and I was just sitting, waiting, goofing about with the empty carton by this stage and it came ot me.

Slowly, like that Somme battle and the slow walking and then the quick dying. If you were lucky.

I was a damn heelot. With soy milk in my tummy and thoughts of WWI defensive strategies in me heelot head. In my heelot wallet I had some coin and my shoes, with their smug soles hugged a heelot's feet.

Ill ne passeront pas. (They shall not pass) - General Henri Phillipe Petain.

So I was sitting - yeah I was sitting. No longer guzzling away at the heelot milk I had, but just thinking. It was a war where the weapons suited defence.

The Artful Blogger.

2005-11-29T19:00:00.000-08:00

Home Made Salsa.

- Tomato puree, or strained tomato, looks like the pasta sauces but without all the herbs and stuff (I use the type which comes in large bottles with Italian writing on it.)

- One medium onion (brown or spanish, whichever you fancy.)

- One small to medium red capsicum.

- Can of four mix beans.

- One small chilli.

- Teaspoon of chilli powder (more or less, depending on if you want it hot or mild.)

- Two teaspoons of paprika.

- Salt and pepper to taste.

- Teaspoon of olive oil.

Dice the onion and capsicum, then fry on medium to high heat, using olive oil. Cover with lid and let soften. Get a few black, over cooked bits at the bottom of the pan (adds a lil more flavour) and then whack the beans in (drained of course). Stir for a while and then add the tomato puree. How much you add, depends on if you want it chunky or not...chunky. Keep in mind this thickens on standing.

Turn the heat down onto low, its slow cooking from here. So you're stirring, working that wooden spoon and once the tomato paste begins to bubble, throw in the diced chilli (seeds and all, don't be afraid) and let it simmer for a bit. Mill about for a few minutes and then return to the pot-of-almost-finished-salsa and add the dried paprika powder and chilli powder. Stir yet again. Let it bubble away for a few more minutes.

Turn off the heat. Let the salsa sit and once it's at room temperature (takes a while) put it in a (preferably) pretty pot and sit in the fringe. From my experiments, this lasts up to a week.

For the wild ones out there who don't have the patience to let the salsa cool, eat it hot from the pot and I assure you, if you let the nachos swim in the salsa for a while, they become mushy and easier to swallow.

My Home Made Salsa is a versatile foodstuff. You can eat it with nachos, bread (the loaf kind, or lebanese, turkish is good too...) or if you want to be more radical, try stuffing grilled capsicum with couscous and pouring some of salsa inside and out. Yum.

I'll Find (the) Pencil Case.

2005-11-28T20:24:00.000-08:00

Fish, apparently need to live in smelly waters in order to build some sort of immune system. I still stand by the fact, the water was cloudy. Cloudy, I declare.

Baby oil has a pleasing and unique smell. I have no idea what's in it (the label pealed off a while ago).

Queer As Folk episode yesterday was lovely. He told Justin he loved him. Loved him. Finally, it's out there. They look really good together. The night club got bombed, bombed dammit. Respect Babylon. Respect.

I dare say, the weather is acting awfully funny. Oh no, don't stop Mr. Wind - the Kite would be upset. No, no don't take it like that - be gentle, gentle. Mr. Wind, you must learn patience, the Kite doesn't want your sympathy, help it fly. Fly dammit. No, not like that.

Cool as a...Cucumber Sandwich.

2005-11-28T16:17:00.000-08:00

The most memorable Christmas I ever had involved placing cookies in the laundry and catching Christmas bugs, only to wake up and find them all dead (the jar was small, very small.)

My T-shirt smells like olives (the brine spilt on it last night.) It was cold this morning, I had to wear socks. Socks. Yes, socks. SOCKS. I hate socks. I feel the same way about shoe-laces.

I will attempt, yes I will, to be a focused chair mushroom. Assessments do that.

Why is the House of Pansa so interesting? Apparently because it was an insulae that was both rented and a private house. Did Pompeii have a strong sheep and wool industry? I wouldn't have a clue, I've never been (but Moeller and Jongman have some points I could remember.)

The study of Journeys for english is beginning to scratch at the inside of me skull. It mocks. It mocks so hard that I'm almost laughing in class. Genii Loci? (I don't even know if I spelt it right) oh that burns me. The spirit of a place. Yeah, a McDonalds and some concrete roads. I tried, I really did last outing with the family to find me some Genii Loci. I bought a few things and boosted the local economy, but I got not Loci. No Loci at all. Cheated.

Teapots and Leaves.

2005-11-26T13:43:00.000-08:00

Good news, the fish are healthy.

Watched a play at Oakhill College with Erin and Nour last night. I liked it. Witty, quirky - jokes I laughed at and slapped myself for doing so -

"S'more?" (like Samoa)

"It's not Samoa, it's some more."

"That's what I said, would you like s'more?"

"Not Samoa, some more and yes, I would."

and and and... (in reference to the evening meal) "sounds like ghoulish not ghoulash." I laughed. Silly me.

I found a beret. I looked and looked and looked and L asked the hat-stall Lady if she stocked one and she looked at me blankly. I found it myself, it was near the "doo-rags" (spelling?) She then attempted, to no avail, to persuade me to buy a "doo-rag."

I'm sorry Lady, but I don't swing that way.

Cherry Smiles.

2005-11-22T17:34:00.000-08:00

Reasons Why Sitting on Stairs at School Should Not be Considered Loitering (especially when the stairs are located outside and shouldn't be in use during breaks because everyone is outside - where the damn stairs are located.)

- So far, this behaviour has been going on for a few months. Sudden prohibition goes against precedent and is therefore, ridiculous.

- In all honesty, the area used for much needed resting purposes, is merely one fourth the number of possible ways to climb these stairs (which are only four...or was it five steps? high and spans well over four metres in width and goes around a corner)

- Telling someone they can not sit in the area and then claiming standing there is also wrong, makes you a power hungry judgemental croon. Oh, the condescending tone was noted also.

- There is no sign prohibiting sitting on the stairs, actually sitting there is implied. Just like sitting on the crappy steel benches and grass is implied.

- The whole uprooting of location causes emotional distress and this will ultimtely, effect our studies. That's a little hypocritical of the institution.

Corn On The Stick Gov'ner?

2005-11-20T19:35:00.000-08:00

Today, Erin and myself accomplished alot.

Her expert driving to the city was so amazing, I'm pretty sure her sheer talent turned the lights green at the very sight of us ambling along the pretty paved roads. She claimed by the end of the day, that 'it's true, your feet do end up hurting if you drive a manual' (she chose to forego shoes, a respectable and completely valid action given the circumstances.)

We bought stuff, a-plenty-of-stuff to be more accurate and I restrained myself from buying (what I then and still believe) were useless, but pretty wooden bells which looked certainly like the items they were labelled, but lacked in the department of making bell noises. I also, was unsuccessful in finding a hat. Erin's success reached its climax when she found the olives. Yes, olives - for her Father who was rather grateful and in awe of her ability - Erin also, was able to get a contact card for the 'olive-man' (who has a farm you can buy his products from).

Oh, we bumped into David. He was slaving away at work (and I use that phrase very loosely). We got some pamphlets and an amusing speech bubble type thing that has the word 'beep' on it. David, that's some good promoting *thumbs up*

'Firsts' done by Erin as driver were achieved today - she drove over the harbour bridge and overtook a car *thumbs up*. The hillstarts were brilliant too, she explained why it was difficult to do one in a manual because the car rolls back a bit. I had no clue.

There were fish. Four fish that are now swimming about in a tank, in Erin's room which have been named and fed. Erin felt like buying fish and I of course, agreed. Fish, who doesn't need a fish sitting in their room. Notice the word fish. We were meant to get only one, but one turned into two and then we got the tank and other affiliated items to set up these two fish (which were dubbed Castro - the black fish with googly eyes - and Che - the chubby fantail I picked). Determined to get back to Erin's house and set up our new friends in their watery home, I began to get paranoid the fish would die due to a lack of oxygen - the only logical course of action would be to open up the bag and let air in. I'm sitting there, in the front passenger seat gently holding part of the bag out the window to fill it with the lovely air.

On the way home, we decide to get another two fish. This time, we got two spotty ones. I picked yet another chubby fantail (now named Marx) and Erin picked an agile, slim spotty white one (which I swear to you, I can see it's pink insides) which she dubbed Engels. On arriving at her humble abode, I held up the bags of fish to her parents and we grin in a gimpish collaborating fashion. We say we'll clean the tank on Fridays.

I end up home later and its quiet. Everyone's busy and I just tell my Dad what I've been up to all day. He looks a me funny when I walk out of my room wearing the elephant apron I bought, 'to stop all the food getting on my clothes.' I made him a coffee, to prove how useful it as.

Violent (One) Whispers (Sweet) Day.

2005-11-19T13:13:00.000-08:00

"Temporarily happy, but permanently fucked.

So with that in mind, subconsciously we’ve been having competitions to see who was more miserable. I really thought I’d win when I told you I was addicted to this or that substance, that I secretly did this or that and that throughout the day, I remind myself how futile my life would be if I kept being so selfish. When I didn’t win, I got upset again and the constant in my life - the fact I am permanently fucked, reached its climax when I realised how privileged I was. "

- Persona of Major Work (Education calls me and I answer enthusiastically.)

Crashed Here For Tonight.

2005-11-18T16:11:00.000-08:00

It's okay. I'm learning =)

Area of Study As They Say.

2005-10-31T22:43:00.000-08:00

I still have my green ticket from the last lecture today. Silly (I use this term loosely) door people let me through without taking or even, glancing, at it.

Went to city for that english excursion. Woke up painfully early to make it to the station in time. Learnt enough to be a little more enlightened. Nothing I'm sure that, someone in the english staffroom at school could have told us. Liked how Ms. Levick still commented on being "hopeful" in order to learn something new. Realised how rude some other people were, playing with phones, passing notes, speaking loudly and continuosly during the lectures, the unnecessary side comments, the constant annoyances and interruptions --- but eventually after focusing and unfocusing my eyes on the bright lights that bore down on the speaker, I was lulled into a nodding nap here or there until I realised I myself, wasbeing rude (however silent my doze was.)

So I tried to keep focused and absorb as much information as I could. Something about Canadian landscapes and the brain, salients, vectors on cover titles, packages and an amusing clip from Breakfast At Tiffany's. I tried to reach some high level of understanding the upcoming english course today. I really tried. Damn that cute cat.

Ear Drops Tingle.

2005-10-28T08:50:00.000-07:00

I lost my harmonica. I had a giant urge to just keep it in my mouth while I did some homework - but it's not in the usual place I keep it. It's a black harmonica because I couldn't find a silver one the day I set out to buy one.

Woke up at 4.30ish in the morning the other day and the sun was shining. By 6 it was bright out. Daylight savings is this weekend though, so I guess that means no more super-sunny mornings.

Oh, we had assembly yesterday and they herded us all out into the quad to enjoy the suns oh-so-generous rays. The ground was so hot I couldn't even lean on my palms for comfort. Afterwards I walked by a girl who had a nose-bleed (I assume from the heat) - damn them. She should have covered her hands in that blood and smeared it on the entrance to the office.

Stretching Bliss.

2005-10-22T11:05:00.000-07:00

Jolly good start to the weekend (I hope). Erin's Birthday was yesterday, she passed her P's and she was as happy as pie - and to think on Thursday she was as pesimistic as a caged bird with clipped wings. She's old now. Still, as long as she's happy as pie.

I've been schooling. That's whats taken up my week. A lesson here, a study period there, some homework now, some more school work then and so on. Then there's work. That happens after school.

I contemplated signing up for a 'free' (how generous of the school) diary - but then I realised I probably wouldn't use it at all and it would just take up space. Not to mention I would be denying that diary to someone else who of course - has much more sincere and organised intentions than I do.

I sill haven't 'worked' out the answer to the joke/riddle, "Why did the baker stop bakign bread, " oh, not knowing makes my throat itchy.

In year eight we were told to compose a speech on any topic of our choosing and we could use props.

I did The Simpsons and made a Simpson family tree.

Hazel did Star Wars and brought in her blue light saber. I still remember Ms. telling her not to whack anyone with it.

Rachele did crop circles. I think she thought they were pretty (secretely) but I don't really know why she did choose them to talk about.

Sally did dreams and when I mentioned it in a conversation she just said, "obviously" - good old Sally.

What gets me is, I don't remember what Jennifer or Diana spoke about. I should ask them on Monday.

Sandman, Horses and Need.

2005-10-19T20:14:00.000-07:00

Mmmmmmm. It's been a long day.

During senior study, a group of year nine or ten boys were sitting around in English class, just reading out lame jokes from an out dated joke book. Cheered me up.

"Why did the baker stop baking bread..."

I tuned out then and now, I wish I knew the answer.

Silver Plater vs. Self Service.

2005-10-18T23:37:00.000-07:00

Well, this is a pleasant breather in between school and work. The one day of this week where I don't have to be somewhere, to do something, for someone etc.

"Smile through your fear and sorrow.

Smile and maybe tommorow, you'll see the sun come shining through - for yyyyyoooouu."

That song can't help but make me grin. It could be irony's best friend.

"Hide every trace of saddness. Although a tear may be ever so near..."

Yay - suppress.

Yes. It's nice when a song, sung by someone I'll never know, listened to by a number of people I could not even begin to comprehend - can cheer you up a little. Oh and sultanas, yes - they help also.

=)

*

2005-10-16T16:34:00.000-07:00

If this * could appear like that * when I speak outloud so that when I go * people will understand that at that moment in time * is what I want to express not / or even a . or maybe then they would think # but then I could just go * and all would somehow work itself out.

Not In a Conventional Way - You Know?

2005-10-13T21:17:00.000-07:00

Buzzing away like a history of philosophy - at this point, I'm occupied, 'involved' (in school matters) and have yet to take that badge out of its plastic wrapping.

It's been a day of basically sitting on cheap plastic chairs (as always) and discussing ideas. I've written a fair bit on this and that, rambled on about such and such - but luckily was able to get some ancient history source work into all of it.

I like this sunshine in the mornings and this limbo-like weather. The cold of winter has been lifted, but the sweltering bliss of summer is yet to arrive. The roads are fine out (not that I would particularly know) and I'm sure the birds in the trees have no cause for complaints. Oh, the grass is as green as it probably ever will get with all this lack-of-water.

So really, I'm just waiting for inspiration to come knocking on my door. Bringing with it the desire to research such and such, pulling of an assignment that will take so and so months, taking up this or that amount of thoughts - along with ideas, themes/concepts - inevitably highlighting to me, that in someway or another - it'll work out.

Amputation Pretty.

2005-10-12T18:37:00.000-07:00

Just finished writing points on "victimless crimes" - whether they should or shouldn't exist - for Legal Studies.

Read the article on the man who cut off his own hand to escape a boulder. Currently studying Journeys for English and for the other English class, the current preoccupation is Retreat From The Global.

Erin and me had a deep conversation on the goodness of bananananna bread. Still adjusting to the new timetable. Motivation seems to be kicking in. David got his tax back - sadly it is now almost all gone. Sally has trippy eyes. She told me to stop staring and that I should hump a tree. My nails are dirty. I need more folders for subjects. The locker is full of paper bags and junk. Hazel got her present today - hope she loved it.

Okay. This is fine.

Crusading For Apple Pies.

2005-10-10T17:23:00.000-07:00

My new timetable for school is chaotic. They've changed my teachers and I have irregular hours. Blissfully inconvenient.

Paper Cut Me.

2005-10-09T15:04:00.000-07:00

The media told me (via a man in sunglasses, whom I served at work today) that the government is practicing information gathering.

Quick, we should all refuse to show medicare cards, never tell anyone our address and possibly, even our age. Let us also wear rubbergloves everywhere so that the government does not attain our fingerprints.

I would have taken him seriously if he hadn't verbally abused me. I would have listened if he wasn't so condescending. Ah well. We'll just have to live with the fact other people have access to our personal information. Damn you mail-men(and women of course.)

Bubble Fish.

2005-10-08T17:08:00.000-07:00

Today, I did what I do every once in a while. It sounds simple enough and I'm not at all miffed about it - I take little trip to the city and I visit certain stores, get off at certain stations, walk on certain streets and buy certain foods.

I get off at St. James Station. I prefer it to Townhall and I like walking into Pitt Street and staring at all the things I want. The lack of toilets in the city always result in me visiting the wonderful facilities on the third level of the Centrepoint Westfield. Then I go into this little walkway with a few stores and then turn left to get onto George St. There's a few good chocolate stores, so I either buy candy or get some good old apple liquorice.

Then I turn into a street that's at the end of it, I know there is a large Coca-Cola sign (which marks for me, where Kings Cross is). After I walk by the Gloria Jeans (with many patrons complaining for the lack of toilets after they have just downed 5 cups of coffee) I turn left again and walk down a road with a cute clothes store I bought a ring from today and the $10 CD stores. After the novelty of those stores temporarily wears out, I walk back where I came from down George St. once more. I love walking passed Galaxy World and watching all em hardcore teenagers chillin' and looking oh-so-hard.

I visit a second hand bookstore and the poster shop just next door, run by a friendly gentleman who once discussed with me the importance of photographers and how the great ones can capture the beauty of a person in a fleeting moment. Then I go to Comic Kingdom in hopes of buying a Smurf item and too take a look at their war magazines. I entered with hopes of finding inspiration as to what to do for my two upcoming major works for school. I got two war magazines and on the train I flicked through them, reading the articles on Augustus and WWII. The lovely man who helped me out asked me if I as Filipino and then questioned my interest in the war magazines. A cheerful man with an approachable disposition, he asked me what year of highschool I was an if I was interested in buying a large (almost 70% of my height) smurf stuffed toy. However tempting it was, practicality (that is, having to carry it home) got the better of me and I had to say no.

With war magazines in a bag, along with the newspaper I had bought to read on the train - I had the sudden urge to eat some sort of chocolate. I found myself walking in the direction of the building that houses fudge. Still, on the way there, I had the sudden urge to kill something that wasn't really real. I stopped to play an arcade game of shoot-everything-but-don't-forget-to-reload. That urge satisfied, the want for chocolate intensified and so on I walked.

On the way, I went passed the pretty merry-go-round I can still remember going on when I was around 8. Next to it was a pirate ship type contraption and the song playing loudly in that area was 'Bitch' by who, I forget now. I know the lyrics however, 'I'm a bitch, I'm a lover, I'm a child, I'm a mother' etc etc. I laughed when I heard it playing as the children boarded the pirate ship ride and smiled happily as they began to artificially rock in fun.

I walked a while longer and finally arrived. I ordered a chocolate and macadamia fudge and then decided to head off. When I am at the city on Saturday, I always go to Market City and visit the weekend markets. I do this so I can just buy 250grams of diced pineapple, from the same stall, which is always in the same place and run by the same people. After that it's just a walk-a-bout, looking for things and eating my pineapple.

I realised after I was full that I had come to the city with a purpose of some sort. I needed a pencil case. I never realised how hard it was to find one until I walked about and simply, could not find one that satisfied me. On the way however, I managed to buy some new underwear, a wallet and out of thirst, a bottle of water. I was tempted to buy a new necklace, or a new t-shirt, or a new this or that, but no. No I said. No. I needed that pencil case and all these temptations were getting in the way of my real purpose. Following this train of thought, I found myself back at Pitt Street - however this time with a new flash of energy. In the end, I decided to just get a simple, yet attractive red pencil case. I was about to purchase the black version of it, but I resisted it's dark pull.

After that point, I was just aimlessly walking around. I had spent the day not talking to anyone. I was content. Still, a pretzel would have made me more content, so not denying myself my primal instincts, I got one. I walked down Pitt Street with pretzel in hand and mouth, listening to a Man in a beige suit play the sax. It wasnt at all terrible. Half of the Pretzel had dissapeared from my sight by the time I crossed the road to enter St. James Station. I took a quick look at St. Mary's Cathedral on the other side of the park and smiled at a few pigeons before I walked down the flight of stairs, into the long walkway. A week of damnable train-waiting and mental cursing at City Rail led to my utter surprise at finding the train I wanted to catch arrive in 3 minutes. Half dancing down to Platform 2, it arrived on time. Brilliant.

I flicked through all the reading material I had amassed in this one outing. By the time the train had reached Redfern, I looked out at all the buildings, apartments and houses. I knew nothing of the people who lived in them. Little of the workers who worked. I haven't met all highschool students and I doubt I'd ever strike up a conversation will all the people sitting in the carriage. Accepting all that to be so, I just opened up my bag of diced pineapple and munched on them.

Green Means Go.

2005-10-07T22:38:00.000-07:00

The trouble with change rooms is, having to take your clothes off in a public place, in a private area. It’s like indirect exhibitionism. Ritual pre-buying custom at its peak.

On the other hand, the weather is a bit erratic today. Wouldn't you agree? *sips on tea*

Blue Days.

2005-10-07T11:19:00.000-07:00

Why Being a Smurf Would be Wonderful -

Everyone would be blue. No discrimination of skin.
Male Smurfs have no nipples, so no painful nipple tweaking.
Everyone would live in mushroom like establishments and so no one would have to worry about high sky-scrapers being blasted down my terrorists.
The average height would be three apples high.
There would be more grass than concrete.
Whenever you were sad, you could remind yourself you were a Smurf and all would be well again.

Greedy Smurf's Motto -

“One should live to smurf, and not smurf to live.”

False Teeth Biting Cheese.

2005-10-06T16:11:00.000-07:00

Switchfoot has a version of Only Hope and damn does it sound a jehfriuerfgygfrycfc better than Mandy Moore's (sp?) version.

TLC's 'Dear Lie' has exquisite lyrics...*sings* 'Dear Lie, you suck...If I had balls, I'd tell you get away from me. Guess I'm not smart. I let you unnerve me. I let you control me...' and from that point on it's just brilliant.

So, so, so, so yyeeaaahhh. Yesterday I was like waiting for a train and yeah yeah yeah, it was like you know delayed and I was like - 'Like you know whatevER' and had to like you know, switch to platform four from like six, so like I had to go down some stairs and go up them again like you know, walk and stuff.

So yeah I was totally buggin and like you know, then I like had to wait for the train and like get off at another station and like wait for a million-bahjillion hours till like you know another train like came. Then I had to get off again and get on another coz like you know, the train lines are like ultra confusng and like, I was all 'whoa' and was really trying to not loose my ultra-coolness about the like, whole situation.

So I was like, 'Like, like, like, like wat's going on here Mister?' and like he gives me a blank look and I'm just standing there asking 'Like, like, like, like?' and then he tells me, he says in a tired voice and like looks all annoyed - 'Like the train like comes in like 21 minutes approximately' and then I was like, like you know - LIKE.

Then I finally walked up the stairs of the station and all was well. I love you City Rail.

Cruise was on last night.

It was so magnificent I was drunk on euphoria and my heart kept on palpitating out of sheer excitement. If there was a heaven on earth, it was locked up on a voyage around darling harbour, blissfully rocking to the embrace of ocean and the gentle caress of wind. My eyes soaked up the beautiful atmosphere and I was mentally spasaming at the mind-blowing thought of…everything.

Everyone was just so damn sexy, with some being just ssssooo sexy I was about to cry out in ecstasy.

The evening exemplified quintessential high school camaraderie.

Erin and Rae-Li pulled it off (I am mentally clapping for them) and the cake was yummy. I just had some an hour ago compliments of Erin The Bringer of Cake.

I Would Like 97 Red Balloons. Not 96, Not 99 But 97.

2005-10-04T17:46:00.000-07:00

Where to start, where to start -

I have work soon, I have cruise tommorow, I have a million bruises, I have a bananananana to eat and I have a messy room.

On the other hand, I haven't finished the books I wanted too for the holidays, I haven't bought new equipment for school, I haven't bleached the white shirt I put in with my black pants yet, I haven't discovered a miraculous cream to get rid of eye-bags (pimples, yellow fingernails, lank hair and so on and so forth) and I'm sure I haven't thought about everything I should think about. Rah rah rah rah rah bubbles.

Fantasy Parades.

2005-10-02T22:05:00.000-07:00

Been a'working these past few days and must I say, there are a mighty lot of hayfeverish people this season.

The weather's been on the upside and today was blissfully sunny (I could even tell from all the way inside work - it was brilliant).

Took a city retreat (haha, oxymoron) on Saturday. The shades stayed on until I walked into a store fully intent on finding some more T-shirts. A drunk guy rammed into me on Pitt Street and I had a conflicting reaction. I wanted to help him and buy him a coffee and then I wanted too verbally slap him for telling me to 'watch where the fuck' I was going- Yes, I was intoxicated at 5pm and swaying about in public. Sure, I should be more careful where I put my damnable feet.

Recieved a postcard from Erin (who is frollicking in the US) - she commented on the number of spanish and english signs, the lack of fresh food, ample supply of junk food and her new found vegetarianism (for however long it takes for her to find 'healthy food'). Also, I can't wait to see Rachele again after her adventures in the Homeland.

I'm looking forward to this upcoming term. Lack of motivation be damned!

Cork With No Bottle.

2005-09-29T08:39:00.000-07:00

The day has just begun. I'm at Amanda's house and have given up trying to coax her into some sort of action.

Rainy trips and gloomy weather, maybe it will all be okay. Holidays have been cheery and I'm sure I'll survive and be content until the school term kicks in.

Missing Rachele + Erin (who aren't in the country) and because of that, I've realised how much I call each one of them and do stuff with them.

Finally watched The Dreamers (oh those Europeans...) and watched Trish be gay and jolly when the Tigers won. Jody invited us to her crib and successfully made chocolate fondue. I drank all of David's jasmine tea.

Amanda turned 17!

Dan created some sort of mission which involved me sitting on his bike while he peddled from Chesterhill to Berala---------and all the rest that goes inbetween. So that I end up here, at Amanda's in the morning, with her on the phone in the next room and me with this comforting sense of content - waiting to get going to the Beach (if all goes well).

Squishy Shoe Soul.

2005-09-25T19:06:00.000-07:00

Aaahhh Ra Ra Ra - Holidays. Yes.

Fun times all around.

Ristretto Teacupiness.

2005-09-22T16:54:00.000-07:00

The irritabilty and overall grumpiness of Wednesday afternoon were dealt with accordingly with dinner at Korean Restaurant, dessert of chocolate fondue and fruit, kareoke and then dance class with friends.

Jumpity, jumpity, jump - began filming today. Asked people for one word they would say to the camera - the variety of 'hello' 'hi's' and 'heys!' was amazing.

Yr. 12 Graduate tommorow. Shit I think I'll cry - probably not for them but because it's the sort of occasion you do cry and this year instead of laughing at those who cry - I'll be sobbing because that's going to be me next year and and and and...

Overwhelming fishbowl.

Buzzing Fleet of Macking.

2005-09-20T15:37:00.000-07:00

Non-Alcoholic Sangria.

Get a big jug. Cut up one green apple into small cubes. Get a lemon and do the same. Throw them in the jug, fill the jug a little over half way with dark grape juice. Pour orange juice until you're about a thumb and a half from the top. Throw in some ice. Pour and drink drink drink.

Let out of school at 12.30 and it was bliss. This lack of education is making me all euphoric and giddy.

We watched 'Cheap Thrills' as part of the Cross Roads program - 'Duncan' (or so he claims to be called) was highly entertaining and I must give him props for the ability to convey typical and over used messages to us teenagers.

Tommorow is a day of Cross Roads (a program which is an attempt to help us make live decisions and learn about sex, drugs and rock'n'roll from an adult perspective) but the day won't be such a disaster...right? RIGHT? *sobs*

We'll take a trip to the beachside, splash about and end up with sand everywhere - so when winter comes, we can swear at it and feel bitter.

Vision of Scarf.

2005-09-19T20:26:00.000-07:00

Zoom Zoom.

Day of nothing. We're all stuck at school learning nothing because we've finished exams, but can't start Yr 12 course work. I was actually tired by the end of it, I didn't do anything and it took so much energy to sit and either watch a dvd (Black Adder for Modern History) or sit and pretend to do a revision worksheet.

I finally watched 'Final Destination' in the afternoon and got a lil paranoid about liquids. Erin came over to drop things off, as she's on her adventure away from here tommorow. We made a night of it and had dinner and watched a lame romance movie, three women, one guy, lots of one-liners that would make a pigeon swoon. We also got all excited about the thought of holidays and will try our best to fit in as much as possible after she returns from afar.

Progress on cruise skirt (thank you Rachele and Amanda) I had to try it on (well part of it) and I was multiply stabbed by pins in my knees, thighs and hips.

I'm still being wary of them damn liquids.

Oh, I mixed sorbolene cream and olive oil so I could get some sort of more-moisturising effect and it worked out fine. I mixed the two ingredients together with a chopstick and by keeping it up, it seemed to rise and get lighter. Wonderful.

Oooohhhhh well come on, lets go, lets go, lets go little darling and tell me...again and again and again...

Lemon Pie and Pumpkins.

2005-09-16T13:34:00.000-07:00

Exams officially end.

Trust - Firm reliance on the integrity, ability, or character of a person or thing.

Muffin - A small, cup-shaped quick bread, often sweetened.

In muffins I trust.

Damn them muffins...

Prose before Ho's.

2005-09-15T16:17:00.000-07:00

The above title was on David's dp with a picture of Shakespeare. *smiles*

One more exam to go and then...yay - a week of nothing at school, holidays, cruise and and and...Yr 12.

Can't wait for holidays.

Shopping on Saturday with my oh-so-brilliant-but-terribly-lame (in a good way) cousin. I haven't been a'shopping in a while and I got all sad when I was flicking through a magazine looking at all the stuff I can't have.

Then I realised I had two exams to study for and that I can't have everything I want.

Moths and Butterflies.

2005-09-14T09:26:00.000-07:00

I really enjoy reading Clive Barker's work. I've just started reading 'The Theif of Always' and I think, if a month were to eat me - I'd like it to be July.

On a completely different note, I have a hole in my favourite pj's and it's terribly frustrating. Let us go then, you and I, to the kitchen - where some sort of candy will make this all better.

Tickle Frenzy.

2005-09-12T18:35:00.000-07:00

I don't like bank lines. Especially those lights that go on after you hear the beeping noise.

I watched propaganda footage proclaming saving as being so hip and how young people should start straight away. I laughed at the actors on screen and then I realised how lame I looked - standing in line waiting to depostit money. Dammit.

Cha.

2005-09-11T19:46:00.000-07:00

Combinations of Rock, Scissors, Paper.

Rock + Rock = neutral.
Scissors + Scissors = neutral.
Paper + Paper = neutral.

Rock + Scissors = rock wins.
Rock + Paper = paper wins.

Scissors + Rock = rock wins.
Scissors + Paper = scissors wins.

Paper + Rock = paper wins.
Paper + Scissors = scissors wins.

Now a double check –
(Neutrals not included)
How many times does Rock win?
One.
How many times does Rock loose?
One.
How many times does Scissors win?
One.
How many times does Scissors loose?
One.
How many times does Paper win?
One.
How many times does Paper loose?
One.

Flippin' Heels.

2005-09-10T16:58:00.000-07:00

Don't Worry Baby by the Beach Boys is playing in the background - happy music =)

It's warm and I'm lazing here in watermelon-and-pizza-smelling shirt. There is an ample supply of cake in the fridge. One more week of exams and a few more study sessions. I have a pile of dvds to work through by tommorow, when I know I'll roll out of bed and spend a day at work before coming home to more cake and cordial.

The song's still playing and he seems to be singing about bragging about his car and now he's going off to some sort of drag race and his girl is telling him not to worry. Sure. Don't worry.

Ice Tea.

2005-09-08T19:09:00.000-07:00

Finally watched Charlie and The Chocolate Factory =)

I'm not sure if I can even say whether I like the original film version or this one...I liked them both.

Some quotes I liked from the new one are -

Mr. Wonka -

"Were you one of those despicable spies, who every day tried to steal my life’s work and sell it to those parasitic, copy-cat, candy-making cads?"

"Don't touch that squirrel's nuts! It'll make him crazy!"

"You can eat me too, but that's considered canabalism and is frowned upon in most societies..." (or something along those lines.)

Grumbling.

2005-09-08T09:40:00.000-07:00

No school till next week.

Spring!

My old man is getting...old. It's very disturbing.

I feel like a picnic.

Immigration.

2005-09-06T17:11:00.000-07:00

Have successfully completed ONE exam (english). Just two more weeks until my considered end of Yr 11.

Studied in the library today and David's practice essay got its much deserved praise. Daniel and him also decided to taunt me and say my blood was carrot juice...On a brighter note, sport was fun, with Sally and Rachele running around and taking pictures of themselves, choosing to include us once and a while =p.

The exam today focused on our reading of The Joy Luck CLub + two other readings - I chose to do Western Capitaist and Feminist. I based most of my reading complimenting that of Al Wong's which i researched online who wrote the article, "Why The Joy Luck Club Sucks." I'm not as cut throat as him, but I took the stance of a immigrant female from an Asian nation to a Western Capitalist and then proceeded to say all my ideas etc etc. I'm rather happy it's over because it means I don't have to focus on that book anymore and now I'm actuallylooing forward to the english extension exam and our response to The Hero's Journey.

mmmm - muffin top *chews*

Stupid consumerist children. You said that, well whispered it, into my ear at the Chemist. Lining up and waiting to ask for your precious medicine that helped you sleep - because of that pain in your back from the accident with the roller blades and streetlamp. The informed child, made a decision concerning the flavour of her throat lozenges - fully medicated and ready to fight the evils of throat inflammation, bacteria and pain! We watched as it refused to give consent to their superior concerning the flavour and more so, brand of cough lozenge. The desired item was out of stock - on the other hand, a substitute and similar tasting item was offered. Same flavour, different company - different advertising. Silly us, thinking that would placate the thing. Refusal was challenged with offering another flavour altogether, of a much more effective brand in fighting the evils of a sore throat. Again, an unsatisfied no. Finally, the (advertised) brand is offered in the same flavour as previously offered. Yes. That will do. The logic is undisputable. The brand assuredly is the only acceptable one. Beautiful child.

No more muffin top =(.

Walking.

2005-09-05T13:55:00.000-07:00

I haven't written a very long post (like I used to) in a while.

I've just bothered to ask myself 'why?' and luckily, I found a few plausible answers. I simply can't be bothered to recount my days and all my philosohpical thoughts are just that: my own. When the mood takes me, sure I'll splat this blog with my word vomit - but as it is, I can't even put it into words...gah.

Can you even own your thoughts?

Like sure you thought them but but...okay think of it like this - do you control your thoughts or do your thoughts control you.

Random thought popped into my head when I was chatting to David about the merits of him purchasinga vest.

So did 'I' think that thought or did that thought think 'I' should have known. Or or...wait then that would mean I did think that thought, but on the other hand it just goes back to a possibly undescribible level of control on thought.

I'm saying all this is an attempt to avoid studying (which of course, requires alot of thinking...) Wish I had a green apple to bite into and make crunching noises.

Or Tim in Angles Eaning His Ovie But Never Do It Nil Ow.

2005-09-05T13:14:00.000-07:00

Exam week officially begins.

OH JOY!

Wonderful.

2005-09-03T15:21:00.000-07:00

I've been studying and now I'm not. I'm online and watching movies.

"You can think beautiful thoughts all on your own". From the movie Chasing Holden.

Mmmmm, wish I was frollicking around the city.

The piano in the house hasn't been touched for months. Spring time isn't being very sunny today.

Belligerent Bubbles.

2005-09-02T15:57:00.000-07:00

What I saw during class: determined pencil cases, whispering bores, aching ideas, dead trees, framework of feet, listless muttering, ravishing chalk, sad carpet, mysterious logic and that repetitive zephyr dancing about the room.

"Would you like to buy some self-discipline for $5.95?"
"It's tempting, but I shouldn't buy anything I don't need."
"Hah."

Chomp. Chomp. Chomp. Chomp. Chomp...

Charge.

2005-09-01T21:34:00.000-07:00

If I could give you one word (for today) it would be...

SUNSHINE.

Hello Spring.

Tingle Tense.

2005-08-31T16:56:00.000-07:00

I've been neglecting my nails. They're all dirty and rough now.

=(

On a brighter note...Chris bit me today, leaving brace and teeth marks.

My hair is longer than it was at the start on the year. *strokes hair*

Words that come to mind -
- Tango.
- Luminescent.
- Knot.
- Irristable.
- Adorably annoying.
- Jaundis.
- Remorse.
- Estactic.
- Poke.
- Shmo.

Ms. asked the class what 'sophistication' in writing was today. That got everyone to shut-up.

My nails are still dirty.

Lions, Tigers and Bears...Oh Yeah...

2005-08-30T16:47:00.000-07:00

Been a while -

Few random up-to-date facts.

- Got introduced to 'Flaming Carrot' comics through Dan on saturday. hehehehhe...carrot.

- Read newspaper and stayed in my room all Sunday evening watching dvds.

- Monday, first recess in ages with David's company. Go David!

- Tied tampons to Ralph's modern history book, then a pad to David's pencil case.

- Should re-read notes made for the Legal Studies assessment tommorow.

- Really, really, really, don't like the evil squattors durin Tuesday lunch times who exploit the area we - WE - have claimed through marking our territory with our scent.

- Watched classic Monty Python episode for English Extension class, can't wait for the rabbit scene.

- Wearing blue fluffy slippers.

- Really enjoying this pleasant change in weather, lasted all day at school without a jumper (which I haven't been able to do in months).

- Waiting for spring to come. *jumps up and down*

Click.

2005-08-26T17:56:00.000-07:00

Picture of me and fellow folk.

Can you see my curly hair...can you?!

Milieu Stories.

2005-08-26T17:29:00.000-07:00

Hoping to cheer Jennifer up, I licked a pink geranium on the petals and then went straight for the pollen. Mmmmmm, flowery. I made her giggle for a few seconds.

Reading The Joy Luck Club has got me wondering about 'face'. Not the physical face - but face, face. Pride. Self worth? Respect. I guess it's a silent thing everyone acknowledges that the Chinese (maybe other nationalisties also) have acknowledged.

Is one born with face, or is it something you earn?

We listened to 'All for you, Sophia' by Franz Ferdinand in modern history today. Sir seems to like the song. We briefly analysed the song for its historical content also.

Yesterday, me and Erin were discussing things wrong in movies. Being able to see microphones, extremely wrong lines for subtitles when watching english films and I mentioned the atrocious mistake in Pretty Woman.

There's a scene where Julia Roberts is eating breakfact with Richard Gere (after their first meeting and she spends the night). He was such a gentleman he ordered her everything on the breakfast menu. So she's sitting and they're talking.

It's a medium-close up shot of Julia eating a croissant.

The shot changes ot Richard and then back to Julia.

But lo and behold! she's not eating a croissant anymore...she's holding a PANCAKE that hasn't been bitten yet.

Wait, there's more -

The shot changes to Richard again - he's still talking.

It switches back to Julia and this time around, she's still holding a pancake but but but...the pancake is whole and she has not taken a bite.

It's preposterous.

Rollercoaster.

2005-08-24T17:25:00.000-07:00

Random things from my day -

- Messaged Chris at 6.28am to wake him up and piss him off.

- Flock of birds flew over me on the way to school and I imagined feathers falling from the sky.

- Sally brought her digital camera to school to test how long her batteries would last.

- I found another one of those 'Please...Cancer' posters near the hall!

- Stroked Jennifer's hair affectionately in English class.

- Ate my tub of fruit in natural juice with a plastic fork. Got no juice.

- Went on a quest for fundraising chocolate with Chris and ended up running to religion class.

- Messaged my sister during religion class to ask if Sydney University is holding an open day.

- Fell asleep near the end of the Economics assessment test. Simply could not work out the 'proper' way to calculate marginal rate of tax beteen $4000 and $6000 with the blah blah blah blah.

- Had discussion with Dan, Ralph and Chris over the order of 'rock, scissors, paper'. Which they claim is really, 'scissors, paper, rock.' As if.

- Ate Amanda's Mum's beautiful tofu. Brilliant stuff.

- Used new 'hardcore' Elmo-school bag to school. So hardcore people made fun of it. *strokes bag*

- Finally got chocolate and ended up smelling the wrapper whilst still craving chocolate.

- Currently listening to Franz Ferdinand's album for the third time today. Catchy.

- Found out Mr. Murray had a poster of Che Guevara in his room similar to mine when he was my age.

- Also found out I won't be allowed to claim Walt Disney was a historian for an assignment next year (for history elective class).

- Tried to cheer David up by making 'meep meep meep meep meep meep' noises continuosly.

- Realised I laughed alot today. *feels and warm and fuzzy*