Life is Pretty Good... At Being Life

Screw you science and your three branches of physics, chemistry and biology. Eat a fudging cheese banana- biology ESPECIALLY. YOU FISHING TRAITOR. 

What else is a lie? First Aid Certificates. It's such a fishing duck. 

I've been through a lot of experiences. Let's say it connects to blood and colour and abnormality and breathing and hearts and brains and clots and veins and arteries and fudging pho (asian crap) and breathing and heaviness and work and Wollongong and weariness and headaches and dizziness and mutual-grounds-God and houses and sunflowers and houses and money and no money and New York. 

WHY DO PEOPLE JOKE LIKE DEATH SYMPTOMS SORT OF JOKE. 

I appreciate eyes. Eyes because you can tell if you are screwed up or not. 

Life is pretty screwed up now I'm telling you. Forty three is an odd number. They're meant to be fishing lucky. 

Do you know what else is screwed up? My fudging psychological state. Oh and my emotionlessness. The oddity of the eldest daughter just watching someone die for a bit- I don't know... Are you supposed to cry or something? My sister cried but I talk about sunflowers. Like the one I recently bought that was MEANT TO LAST FOR TWO WEEKS BUT IS ALREADY FISHING DEAD. 

Screw you female reproductive parts and areas of gaseous, repiratous and photosynthetic exchange. Giving death away so easily. 

Then there was this extremely strange yet distant "bang" that rings in your ears and then he closes his eyes and the atmosphere is so strange an distorted where everyone's heart just stops- then continues to talk about us. They said it was an "angel" or something that warned us. I just found it weird how when they called for an ambulance they panicked and stalled and I'm just standing there and saying in my head "all you fishing do is pick up the phone and dial triple 000". Like, who walks around figuring out their feelings.

And why does everyone want me to be a fishing doctor or some- oh wait now "HEY JADE YOU'RE GOING TO BE JULIA GILLARD"- hey no what. Hate politics and the only part of the word "medicine" I like is the part about psychological and neurological health an state. 

And then when they were trying to do DRSABCD and one says "doctor Jade". Don't push it please. I'm no doctor. 

I have a phD in realism and I'll stick to that thank you very much. It may be a compliment and I will take it as such but please don't feed me horrible noodle soup things asians are supposed to like and tell me to fix him. 

Okay I'm sorry I feel bad for getting all negative about the "BIG" future but I'm just ranting about biological and social problems. And why does the ambulance take ten minutes to come. 

Okay let's just get to the point- life lesson: preparation and patience are the keys. 

To what? 

Just pretend Stroke I. Yes and Stroke II is the problem. 

Bright as the Sun

I really do support sun protection. The cancer council? Yes, one of my favourite charities. Trust me, I love hats (well, of course now!) and sunnies...and that solar eclipse today, you are wondering?
Boring.
Why?
Darn Sydney can't get the full "Ring of Fire" amazement. So I would've had to apply more sunscreen if I had wanted to hog the telescope. What else relates to the sun? The one and only star in our sky during the day?

Please pretend the Edison invention is a sun. It helps.

That's right. These beauties. The lovely causes of allergies and other symptoms of such: sneezing and itchy eyes. Which I willingling bought for a little chap who is allergic to pollen- me.

These are beautiful Australian sunflowers. One day I will grow a whole garden of these. I'll sit in the sun, plant some more sunflowers until I get a sunflower kingdom, eating sunflower seeds (yes sunflowers, I'm exploiting you and your future generations) and get a bunch of UV rays absorbed because by then I'd use up the world's supply of sunscreen.

Then I get skin cancer and die.

Where? Hair it is

Is it normal for your hair to begin to get very frizzy and curly as you get older? Because mine was dead straight when I was like five (but I had like long hair)

AHAHA it is so funny. Or maybe as it gets shorter, it is frizzier... O:

I recently (in fact, last night) had a dream about our world, controlled by man, can change night and day and then one day (ha, it was all happening at night so that was ironic) some nutty put the earth too close to the moon and then the earth started rotating. Quickly. Like the stars were blurs and there was no sun (that sun of a bitumen just ditched me) even though if that was true there'd be no moonlight and tides and I was on the coast where the waves were just going on and on and on that I knew the moon was fine. But while this happened an assassin was loose somewhere in my house who was actually a homosexual partner of our old house...keeper? LOL I had good hiding skills. Seriously, no one can find you when you hide under a pile of clothes with your head poking out.
Life inspirational lesson when meeting assassins: don't do what i did
I liked that dream. But it made me hit my head on the ceiling as it went full turbo on rotating.

No serious damage done: just a few upside houses and dead bodies.

Thanks guys. I'll be posting every fortnight. My next post is and will be redeeming,

Jade

Image: my friend (right) and I on a cruise in Paris (NOOOOO...) it really wasn't cold AHAHA

(curse those iphone flashes *shakes fist*)

OH I HAVE TO RECOMMEND SOMETHING. best. paninininini. EVER. YOU GUYS HAVE TO GO THERE. In france, outside the musée de pompidou (was that it?), there is this little café. When you take the first left after walking towards the right of the museum (away from the colourful fountain), keep going straight. After the nut and chocolate store is the little place that sold this chicken panini. Charcu- or something.

You will NOT regret it.

Can the Uncanny Please

I had a dream. A dream about my return to fab Wonderland...

This was such an awkward dream. Maybe, just maybe you know, you shouldn't do your PDHPE research before be because my topic for school is so...it's contraception and it made some effort to squish itself into my dream (in no inappropriate manner of course. I'm THAT mature, psychologically okay?) 

So I was working in a grey and boring office (like there were so many rows and columns of people in one great hall and you all had an open desk space and a PERSONAL PHOTOCOPIER- rich I assume) BUT I was ONASECRETAMAZINGMISSIONTOSAVETHEWORLD. My mission buddies were Neal, Sara and Beyonce (AHAHAHA I was watching a repeat of WC on tele because I was too lazy to start downloading Supernatural-sorry Bernice...and guys I do not know how Beyonce got into the mess). We had to hack into the main control room in order to take back pink ponies or something from the company called "condons" (I think my brain got confused with the shop "pylones" because only the name was not associated with the shop at all). Ugh so many sexual innuendos can be made when I tell you the dream, now I think of it (no nothing happens besides the mission so my PDHPE unit just confused everything). SO while Neal was trying to hack into this computer thingy Beyonce, beig a bit useless and hoeless, got kidnapped by THE MASTER OF THE CONDONS COMPANY. Sara went off to be on guard while I just sat there treating my very many paper cuts from the paper work. In the end, we got caught and then THE MASTER OF THE CONDONS COMPANY walks in in his half robot-machine-toy costume thingo where he was now three times as tall as anyone else with pincher-hands. 

On the formal side of things,

Dear Mechanical-Beings-Who-Have-The-Uncanny-Ability-To-Convert-Such-Useless-And-Highly-Unnecessary-Words-Into-One-Adjective Earthlings,

Four, supposedly, odd, strange, uncanny or extremely unusual facts about me here lie beneath this formal statement to, purportedly, inform or to, as "so-called" entertain you in ways in which I, myself, do not find at the least amusing or comical, so in any moment whatsoever I shall continue to state these three, supposedly, odd or strange or uncanny or extremely unusual but entertaining facts about me below, in which I believe I could have stated it rather as a marvelous "word for a phrase" structure instead of this painstakingly long sentence that I personally believe to be quite the breathless and english-teacher-not-approved material that I would also, personally, not recommend you to write such repetitive words, but now please continue to read my three, supposedly odd, strange, uncanny or extremely unusual facts about me before I get further distracted from my allegedly planned "short" post:

•Guess what I love to draw? The loving and caring warmth of a clown:

•I must confess about my uncanny ability to predict and jinx things. It's one or the other but at times it's both. It is and isn't a good thing at times and I think I inherited it from my mother.

There are just those days where you feel that something bad is going to happen at some time and it just does. I call it predicting. Pffft I don't jinx people ;)

•I have an extreme fear for those ticket gate barriers in Sydney, ever since they modernised it. Oh my God everytime I go through them I get a heart attack and I get all panicky with extreme high blood pressure and fast heart rate and perspiration all in that millisecond. People alway wonder why I run through them or go through the wide gate (no you non-Sydneysiders, they are not for slightly overweight-or-above people). Just letting you know if you see a girl running troughthe ticket gates wearing a hat and carrying an abnormal load of things, don't say "hi"- it ruins my concentration of trying to not get pinched (like three times in the past) or die from a broken pelvis. 

So...well...

Thank you dearly and cordially for reading my utmost formaliest piece of righting writen thet ive given yp on typin' propahlee so jewst stahp jade: OMG!!111!1!!1! stahp with dis formal crap. AHAHAHAA

I know it has been a while. I'm just so busy and lazy. I swear all those other really famous people feel that way too. They aren't lying because procrastination is also a form of business. Oh. That did not come out as planned (this could be a perfect place for a giving-birth joke).

Did I tell you that I picked up a new sport? Archery. Just saying but people from Brave or the Avengers are just helping you believe how easy it is. When you are a PROFESSIONAL. 

AND. I WATCHED IRON MAN THREE. IT WAS REALLY GOOD. It was good because he *SPOILER* didn't save Pepper so it was more realistic (personal thanks for this addition to the movie). 

Ciao Earthlings,
Jade

PS ahaha I've got souvenirs from France: a vlog (which half was done in Sydney BUTDONTTELLANYONEELSEPLEASE) and photos :D

NB This isn't my photo O: but who cares LOL ITS NOT COPYRIGHTED. YET.

I'm the one with the fabulous hat.

Duke of Deadinburgh

Sorry for the random outburst just then.

Hello everyone :)

I HAVE MADE A DECISION *dun dun DUN* I will not explode your puny minds (I'm joking, they are huge expansions of gigantic expansions...don't mind me) with blocks of essays in my blogs. Millions of little posts every now and then. Now, how is that? Great.

Past month I don't even know what I was doing to be honest.

Jade, what the hell WERE you doing?

Let's start with...last week. Oh my goats guys, I went to Duke of Ed on Wednesday and let's just say I didn't fit the category of "morale booster". I'll stick to being the group photographer and maybe if I had to pick to be something else, a back-up person or a navigator. Let me explain the back-up part. As you may be deduced from my numerous blog-essays, I have built a solid lack of trust with people. Unfortunately. When I was younger, let's say in primary, I trusted people pretty darn well. Too much "pretty darn well"s in fact. So even though we had a first-aid officer and a chef and a communications officer...I brought a week's supply of food, band-aids, gauze, medications, tape, double batteries for cameras and phones, a survival booklet and a lighter because I like to burn crap.

Unfortunately, I wasn't allowed to burn crap. Perhaps it was because I was trying to be a hypocrite (I hate fire, but it doesn't necessarily mean I hate playing with it. I fishing love playing with fire) and burn fire-ants with fire. The fire-ant was on my tent. Big no-no.

After walking 26km in the bloody hot Australian sun (had to say Australian or it wouldn't sound so bad) I WAS FREE. My right hip is still in pain, my shoulder/neck area was just numb and my feet... I don't even think they're feet anymore.

It was a great "feat" to walk so far. You may ask "how did you survive Jade?" and I'm going to sound like a complete nerd, but I am so... WELL I started to revise all of my science notes. Mentally. For some odd reason. At the end there was this NEVER FREAKING ENDING FIRE TRAIL and I just gave up so my friend just had to drag me down (up- more ups and downs on these hills... LATEBADJOKEALERT) the trail.

I started to talk about the pH levels of various things.

NOTE TO READER: never walk on fire trails. Ever. Even if the choice was between hell and fire trails, pick hell.

Apparently while I was on this walk with a 12.5kg pack, my dog ran all the way to Petersham from Marrickville. Which is funny because he stuck to the same road.

Ahh he is so cute and FLUFFY.

Anyway I have this (well not really) fear of things invading my private space. It's not really a fear. Unless IT IS A FIRE-ANT IN YOUR TENT...It's like if someone's arm (namely, my sister when we sit next to each other) touches my arm I'd walk to Mexico into a taco shop that doesn't sell any tacos just so that they cannot penetrate my personal bubble. Like that fishing praying mantis at camp which decided to circle my neck as I slept. It was killed by...by... "unknown" means. i don't know but I hate it when people squish your cheeks. It's painful. And you are invading my personal space. Maybe that's why I don't like hugs. Only my teddy bear can hug me. Charlie has my permission.

I finally finished 6/2834728 exams this week (oh right, happy easter earthlings)

Why do I call people earthlings? I don't know either. I also tend to call people "child" or "children" obviously depending if I'm talking to "tu" or "vous". There are many psychological things I do not know. Except for some cognitive psychology which I have done thorough research on for my assignment. The memory is beautiful.

France is in a week so be prepared for my first vlog :D

...I said this post was going to be short right?

Sure sure Jade. Sure.

Good Morning, (1:04AM now)

Jadeeeeeeeeeeeertyuiop

Images: this is slightly behind schedule (I should add my Goldcoast pictures too) but two of my favourite camp photos. My BFFL <3 *cough* and the frangines (it's a french student inside joke)

Just Wanted To Put It Out There

I'll turn things around and put a whole heap of short posts.

First things first.

One day I shall live in Manhattan. It's so amazing.

Let me just straighten that statement: Yes I do love Sydney. And I LOVE the Australian culture and yes it is the best country to live in. It's getting a tad boring. BUT COME ON LOOK AT THIS IMAGE. JUST LOOK AT HOW DIFFERENT IT IS FROM SYDNEY. IT IS SO ENERGETIC. LOOK AT IT. NEW YEARS EVE 2010.

It's like a cold rainy rainbow.

Thinking

HA. You guys so did NOT expect a blog so quickly. I'll make it as short as possible. For good reasons.

Hi world,

I've got a question. Like always. Well how do people react when someone dies. I'm not really a crier so I don't expect much happening. It would just make me think a lot. I assume there would be some regrettable thoughts, sad thoughts and thoughts that, I assume, used to not affect you. I find it all interesting. I found pulmonary embolism fascinating. How big a clot could've been to actually stop at the trachea, rather than just a bronchi or bronchiole on the left or right lung. I usually find many things interesting. I assume I could've done my science experiment on this too, not just on memory but the lungs. I really like neurology and psychology so maybe that's why I never picked something to do with the lungs. It was a good thought. And maybe good thoughts, not evil good thoughts, but just GOOD thoughts are thought. I'm getting confusing because I am confused. Death is an entirely interesting thing. People come and go. The reaction is interesting because I am truly this unnecessarily curious. I know two people who have died: one was one of my closest friends in year one who died of leukemia (darn cancers... It caused an unnecessary funny-sad situation when I had joined her brother's school. They were twins so I probably gave the guy a sad day. Sorry. Well I was only in year two when I found out my friend dying. It was the first day of school and I was absolutely clueless. Catholic schools are so much different to public schools. Well we had to introduce ourselves and my teacher had asked me if I knew anyone here and I said: Yep. Joshua and Jasmine. And then everyone just stared at me like: are you bloody stupid Jade? And I stared back like: what you think I'm smart now? And the teacher was like: JADE. HOW COULD YOU SAY JASMINE FOR CHRIST'S SAKE. But she really said: oh Jasmine passed away last year) and another, who I was rather distant to, was my aunty's friend. Now this case I found interesting. I've always been fond of crimes. Homicides especially. And fond as in "interesting" not in a "highly supportive" manner. Well there was motive and there were suspects and there were problems and I solved it all in my head. Unfortunately the family was to poor for an investigation but I still doubt, to this day, it was a suicide. (I doubt things a lot. I'm like the female doubting Thomas) I'm going to leave it as how I pictured it to be: a murder. That's right. I'm not going overload with my imagination but when I think I do think and with the evidence presented I will slowly come to know. This time it is kind of different. Now why would people smoke? For stupid reasons unfortunately. One of my closest family members are sadly dying because he now has no lungs. It's sad but I am really bad at reacting. Never good with emotions. But previously whenever a friend gives me a present, I am not really emotional. (I will NEVER be an actor) I have problems expressing them I think LOL but I could act. But then I would take it as a joke. So please note if you ever give me a present I would actually be extremely happy but my face looks blank. Sorry if it wasn't as much as you expect it to seem but I feel though as if I hurt peoples feelings because they're just there grinning at you expecting a hug or something (sorry I'm not really a hugger either. Apparently I used to be extremely affectionate when I was younger. WHATHASHAPPENED. But I'll only hug you you start off the hug otherwise I feel awkward that someone has passed through my personal thinking bubble. And as most of you should know by now, I think way too much. I think that anything easy is a lie or is a trick and I think outside the box. What mistakes I make in exams and life choices because if it's easy I'm going to avoid it. That is why I hate multiple choice questions. They are like my number one enemy in exams. I even think of all different opportunities that are real. Because now I realised that if I do want to travel the world, have an awesome house with circle windows and have an amazing job, it would never work. My ideal job is one that enjoys every bloody day and that I can travel the world and do awesome movie-worthy things and I realised I had read too many books and watched too much tele. So basically I've been imaging a dream :( life and its problems) and then I'd start explaining and ranting and getting off topic. So I'm sorry if I ever would act unemotional but I can easily express excitement, happiness (the joking-funny kind, not the nice normal kind) sadness (but it's a bit hard to show because, like I said, I'd be quiet or something because I hate big deals) and obviously anger. Trust me if you dog-ear any of my books or do one tear I'd go and sit in another room, just really angry but I wouldn't tell you off or anything because I might come off as rude or something and I don't like hurting people's feelings. But if it is my favourite book YOU. ARE. A. GONER. Like one time someone destroyed my copy of "Then" and I went to the bathroom, because it was the only room that had a lock, and thought until the person left. I would NEVER ask someone to pay for something they broke, even if it costs a lot. Unless it's highly valued otherwise no. I would feel bad as if I was just using them and making them feel even more guiltier, if they were even guilty at all. My friend asked me why I wouldn't tell them to pay a few days ago and I found it hard to find a reason BUT I got one now. AHAHA. Well back to the sad moments (wait, the other WAS. Sad so I guess these are the "sadder" moments). Unfortunately due to his old age, he is expected to die by Monday or Tuesday. Today he almost died but he came back so that's okay. But my mum wouldn't let me visit him BECAUSE MY SISTER HAS TO BE SO BLOOMING ANNOYING AND THROWING TANTRUMS SO I HAD TO LOOK AFTER HER WHAT AND WHY? WHEN I WAS HER AGE I COULD EVEN DO MY WORK WITHOUT HELP EVERY FEW SECONDS AND COULD EVEN SLEEP WITHOUT NIGHTMARES OKAY. DEAL WITH IT. I WANT TO GO TO THE HOSPITAL AND BLOW UP GLOVES. And eat Arnotts bikkies. My family members would and will and had cried except for me. I could never talk to him so much for the past three years, which was my period in time where I actually cared about everything and how I'm going to steer my life ahead of me because I assume when I turned 12 I had an epiphany (there's my favourite word once again). But it ever so happens that at that age he became restricted to the breathing thingo and could barely move or talk anymore so there goes my opportunity. But I has managed to be brave enough to ask him about his parents and their birthday because I think when I was 12/13 I was interested in Ancestry and family trees. But now I'm too lazy. And I hate myself for not being easily motivated and for being lazy. Anyway, in the past five years, of all times I visited his home, which was about a gazillion times, that was the only real conversation I had, with help from my mum because I can't really speak Vietnamese. Apart from "Hello, how are you, how was *insert topic here*". I guess there was my regrettable thought. And I do regret trying to be different and to not learn Viet because it would be useful in the many languages I want to learn. And that is a huge regret. I can understand but I can't speak or write. It's a one way communication. Well anyway he had asked all of us to pray. And to be honest I'm, yes, Catholic but I'm a lazy one. And it has GOT to be the most strict religion I ever heard of. It's like if you eat too much it's a sin. Or if you don't go to church every Sunday it is a sin. I guess I am truly a questioner and since I am built around science religion became rather distant after I had formed an interest in the science field. I think I only pray when needed, other than church, because if I do pray excessively, I would start to question everything. And I don't want to because it is so confusing. Especially the bit about being the father AND the son AND the Holy Spirit and it is not because I don't trust that it is right or that it is untrue but because to me...how can God be Jesus if Jesus is his son and God is only God not Jesus as well but if the Holy Spirit is present within everyone which is also God who is also Jesus then that means God is in everyone and so is Jesus so that means God is in Jesus but is not Jesus but is Jesus at the same time and is his father but then again God is everywhere but there is only one so that also means Jesus is supposedly everywhere but then again Jesus is his son so if they're both everywhere and are and aren't each other... and do you see what I mean? It is like a paradox and paradoxes are too much for my mind. I hope nothing I said offended everyone because I'm usually an open speaker who doubts everything and I don't think that what I said offends anyone at all it is just that I tend to question.

This was such a sad long post and I doubt that you had enjoyed it and I know I broke my promise about my holiday in Queensland because this topic actually had taken over as a priority and it was interesting to me and hopefully you too but I had just watched Suits again and I've hot to say Donna is my favourite character. And I really hate Trevor. Will and always. AHAHA although he had a good reason to do so. Well I think it was good enough. LOL well other than that I've been drowning in school work and I've ended up procrastinating heaps and all. My dreams have not been happening or disrupted or sadly forgotten and this is the worst period in time for my dream life. But I do have around twenty dreams I haven't told you about. I will make a dream post too. Have I told you that I wanted to go to Spain and Italy? Well I do so I could motivate myself even further about learning those languages because so far it is not happening. And why don't the French use showers I mean... Why? I also have another thing and it is that when EVER I check the time there's always a pattern or it always is a palindrome. It it usually, most of the time, 11:11. Now why is that? And I also have a question about facial recognition and occipital lobe problems but I doubt I could ever answer THAT.

Goodbye world and afterlife and heaven and hell and that P- place in between and former lives and what ever place atheists believe they would go to. I'm not very religious or know much about religion. I'm one of those "logic and reasoning" people I guess. Have a good day.

Image: I have nothing related to today's post so why not froyo?

Time Warp

It took me a month to write this post. I hope the time frame of it all kind of makes sense. Kind of.

Don't you hate eating fruits warm? Unless it is in a hot pie or tart or something but I can't stand warm fruits. Even just room temperature fruits which is basically warm in our summer.

Hello Earthlings,

I don't even know why I'm still trying with this post. But I still am. :(

#4 LESSON OF THE WEEK: Pinching and other means of mild self-harming (including punching and slapping) yourself in a dream to see if it is a dream most likely would not work. Especially for me.
...In the end I actually thought my dream was real. Which would've been awesome.

Within under seven days I must learn how to wake up at 6am rather than the current 12pm (which is a big improvement from 2:30pm). I had previously mentioned that I need to get my revision notes done. There has been no progress since last week and I am probably screwed.

Dad: LOOK. Big Bird!
Me: That's an Ibis. We see them peering in our windows every morning.

I wrote that about a month ago. So basically school already started and we got two assignments, with one of them THE BIGGEST ONE OF YOUR WHOLE LIFE and some article crap. From today the major assignment is due in three days. Let me tell you something: I am abnormally interested in the most unanswerable questions in the whole of the universe. My original question I were to experiment on was, unfortunately, "How to recognise a face". The best question EVER was unanswerable so it took me until the last minute to finally pick a suitable question like the boring "short-term memory" bunch. The night before school started I didn't sleep. *SURPRISE* So I woke up nice and early which ultimately doesn't make sense if you didn't sleep at all. And I texted Bernice and she replied at 4am... Well about my revision notes I hid them somewhere so I'd forget about them until the CRUCIAL moment of hard-hitting exams just gives me this huge blow to my head and I'll just say a bunch of regrets. Like the usual. I HAVE CAMP NEXT MONTH. And I'm getting laptops which is awesome but unfortunately I was away for a week which means I miss out a HEAP of things. But I think a trip to Surfer's Paradise is just as good.

I have made a conclusion for the unusual school excitement for many Australian school students nowadays. The majority of us is excited because of what? No not the work or waking up or whatnot but of what we have bought that is brand new for school. Whether it is a brand new pencilcase or school bag or notebooks I'm pretty sure 99.9% of this majority are going to show it off in some way or another. You can do it in a subtle, modest manner. If that is even possible because that's very contradicting like a light darkness. ANYWAY, other than meeting new or old friends I am pretty sure the students with no new items aren't as excited as the kids with a brand new pen or something. Yes. I am one of those "got-a-new-pen-so-I-am-automatically-more-awesome-and-excited-than-you" kids.

TELEVISION SERIES RANTING TIME: White Collar was back yesterday and it was really good but I guess I'm more excited for the next episode because I need something really bad to happen to cause some good old thrills. To me its extremely funny when someone acts drunk or drugged like how Neal was drunk in this episode. Unless they're violent drunks. Then it gets interesting. And I swear there are so many guest stars and minor-role-actors that are repeatedly used in shows that I watch like, for example, a Once Upon A Time actress in Castle (which I'm more than five seasons behind in) and a Revenge actor in Suits (which I'm also still more than a season behind in) I just caught up with Revenge and now I'm asking myself why did they have to name that guy Marco? Because every time I hear his name there's this little part of me which really really wants to scream out POLO. Along with Revenge I have caught up with the Walking Dead and I really don't want Daryl to die but to be honest I don't think he is going to and Andrea is really annoying. Sorry Andrea fans.

UP-TO-DATE TV RANTS: I really really didn't like Elizabeth when she made Neal lie to Peter :( And I'm still too lazy to catch up on Suits and Castle. It's all too much for me :( And why does White Collar have a two week break when they just had a mid-season break? But here's a funny post I found: HELLO (it's a link just in case for some reason you didn't realise). And the Walking Dead is back so YAY. The episode was awesome and I HOPE Daryl comes back and I'm pretty sure he does. I feel sorry for Tyreese. He was really friendly unlike Ben and his friend >:( Revenge is okay so far. YAY something interesting happens. Who do I think would die? Most likely Jack or Amanda since this is Revenge and all the bad things happen to the "good" characters who are actually also kind of bad but yeah. I think it might be Amanda. Because if it was it would be interesting. If not, then I'm fine with it XD And I lost interest in Once upon a Time AGAIN. BUT I HAD THIS COOL IDEA. Wouldn't it be amazing for a Castle/White Collar cross-over? :D

Oh and thank GOD that there was an undo button because I just deleted this whole post.

Recently on the news I think an old bottle had arrived on Perth's shores (was it Perth? I never read the article) and that had just reminded me of something on my bucket list. I needed to do a message-in-a-bottle sort of thing one day. There are two problems: what the message would be and how to not get a big fat littering fine when I throw one into the big blue. I guess my message would be about what my average life is like in the year 2013 (or whatever year it may be) and probably a tip. I'm also waiting till I hit year 12 after the Higher School Certificate to make a time capsule for just me or even one with my friends and not to open it until I'm thirty because I reckon that is a suitable age and many things should and would have changed by then. ALWAYS include pictures because it would be visually attractive, and I would probably have some coins because we may or may not kick out a coin or so in our currency system. Letters and notes are extremely important and my life goals by the year 2032. Achievements, memorable moments, favourite or most valued item you ever posessed (don't put like a diamond in there because someone could rob it during the next gold rush- yes a citizen in Ballarat just found this huge nugget so who knows what would and could happen). The reason for all this? I always had a knack for old historical things. Trust me I was extremely happy when I found Aussie pennies in my dad's time capsule from... I think 1982. If I bought a house it would definitely be a heritage home or a place with lots of interesting historical moments. All I knew about my house is that it had housed soldiers during war. Good enough for me.

In the middle of the night...say past midnight:
Brother: ...and I probably will again this friday night-
Me: YEAH WE DANCED ON TABLE TOPS
Brother: AND WE TOOK TOO MANY SHOTS
Me: I THINK WE KISSED BUT I FORGOT
Brother and I: LAST FRIDAY NIGHTT

Honestly I hate Fridays.

On Tuesday I had gone to the shops in Hurstville and also my friend, Yameng's home to learn how to knit. To be honest the first thing I did there was harassing her fat but cute cat. It bit me three times :( I thought they are like dogs when it comes to petting: loves the stomach, back and head rub. Yeahh not so much. Well we had yummy aeroplane jelly then we just skipped the knitting part and went to watch White Collar :D I watched the pilot now three times because of that LOL but it's good for learning French. So afterwards we had to walk all the way to Kogarah station in the boiling hot sun just after I witnessed Yameng abusing her cat and throwing it around like it's a plushie. Shame. SO during this day out with another one of my friend call Zoo. Now Zoo, Yameng and I went to Westfield to watch Life of Pi. Which is amazing by the way. Incredibly amazing. Watch it. Also watch White Collar. ON THE TOPIC OF "PI" I made myself to remember the first 60 or so digits of pi for fun. And yes it is fun. Do you know what else is fun? Running into Toys 'r' Us and taking this Star Wars Trooper mask and putting it on and getting a pink feather boa and strangling yourself with it while making this weird tongue-y noise and running around the the store shaking this huge pink Lego kit. Awesome. And I bought "The Lost Symbol" by Dan Brown for FIVE-FISHING-DOLLARS. MATE. THAT THING WAS WORTH SIXTY. AND IT'S SO BEAUTIFUL. And I got this really pretty Typo cup that I already abused. I also HIGHLY recommend Grilled Scallop sushi from Hero Sushi because it's FUDGING amazing. Well I now realised that old ladies with lots of shopping bags in Hurstville aren't much friendlier than old ladies with lots of shopping bags in Bankstown. I was like: HELLO. GOOD AFTERNOON. HOW WAS YOUR DAY. And she's just like: hi.

I just found out on wikipedia that my last name means gold not guilt. But like everyone says, don't trust wiki.

Now the annoying cyclone Oswald is attacking both the "Sunshine" coast and my state. Literally my state. I'm in this wreck in which I'm just depressed about the fact that when I go to the Gold Coast next week my plane will presumably crash or all the theme parks are closed or the beaches are closed or all the shops and my hotel has flooded. At first I thought the cyclone wasn't that bad because I THINK it was last year that I was at the Goldie AGAIN (been going ever since I was five) my brother and I happily relaxed in a rip at Surfer's Paradise. Hopefully it won't be horrible and that I'll bring back beautiful sunny pictures of the Gold Coast.

I'm back from the Gold Coast. BEST DAYS EVER. (I did warn you with the time frame mix up because it was all to be posted by Australia day. Didn't happen. Mate) I'll post everything in my next post. I don't even think I should make this post any longer and I've had HEAPS of amazing dreams in that month so yes await for the next post which would be AFTER my unusually-important-and-scary-stressful-science-major assignment is due which is by the end of this week.

Oh and you know how I love photography? Like LOVE LOVE LVOELVLEOVLEVLEOVLEO. YEAH. :D

What a pointless sentence LOL well I went outside down my street towards a park so that I could take the best picture of the most beautiful sunset EVER then I see a dog. A white fluffy dog. Running at me. And then stopping half-way to pee on a tree. Then continuing to run towards me. Then my slow mind realised that's Blizzard. My dog. My fat, dirty dog. My fat, dirty dog was not int he backyard. HE HATH ESCAPED.

Blackouts are annoying when you don't have matches because you hate lighters. BUT NOW. I LOVE THEM. Its like *FLICK* ERMAHGERD it's a flame. But I still like matches better. Sorry.

The majority of my dreams end up with a tsunami. :( BUT I had this awesome dream where I met all these awesome people like Coldplay (I need new songs from them) and the White Collar Cast. That dream is for tomorrow guys. :D OH and if I hadn't mentioned this yet but I'M GOING TO NEW YORK IN APRIL NEXT YEAR. HA. I could meet the cast :D Which would be amazing.

It's been... a month since I last practised my Spanish. C'est dommage. lol that's not even Spanish. Lo siento. OH and for some reason my friends find it unbelievably funny when I say scusi. Well. I used to say 'excuse me' then it shortened to 'scuse me' then to 'scusi' which is inspired from the Italian 'mi scusi' which means, obviously, 'excuse me'. So I basically shortened 'mi scusi' to just 'scusi'. Complicated but I needed to explain my reasons.

Mum: *blahblahblah*...Justin.
Me: Well you said that "Justin" time.
Mum: *puts on the what-the-hell face*

Me: (for fun) why is my phone sweating?
Mum: *puts on the what-the-hell face*

Me: Why are you boring?
Mum: *puts on the what-the-hell face*

Me: Why do you eat such unhealthy foods for? Noodles aren't good for you.
Mum: *looks at my maccas and puts on the what-the-hell face*

Love being a hypocrite. Which I also nickname them as "hippos"
Goodbye. Hope you survived the post without getting confused. Trust me I confused myself.

I'm just going to include only one picture and make a whole picture post as well.

Toodles

Even the Icecream Started to Fry

WE BROKE THE RECORD.

Not for the Havaianas Thong Challenge, which I unfortunately cannot attend but we have officially put Sydney on the barbie like our steaks (not shrimps. I don't even know how the saying is...what...shrimps?).

Dozens of fires have broken out all over the state with the heatwave launching its attacks along with humidity, thunder and rain. It's bloody 46 degrees celsius, or otherwise seen as 115 degrees fahrenheit. Congratulations Sydney, we just got the shootiest weather of all time.

What did I do? Wake up when people usually have a siesta, eat, work, knit (unsuccessfully) and try to spray my dog with water for him to feel better even though he is scared of it.

I'm just saying but my dream was like as if it was on high. I remember, as it was one of the most memorable moments in that dream, that I could actually fly, by moving my feet as if I was cycling, all the way to the sun. Then I stopped flying because I realised I need sunglasses to land on the sun. So I went to go get my sunnies and continued my journey to the sun.

You know those times when you remember something but you don't really remember it? Like if you forgot a word and thinks it starts with "b" but it doesn't? Frustration is just so...

I was reading 'the Helix' magazine from the CSIRO and it's so interesting. I now know how to figure out the angle of blood splatters AHAHA. One step closer to being...whatever I want to be. :(

This is how I planned my day:
7:00: wake up
8:00: swim
9:30: stop swimming
10:00: arrive home
10:30: finish showering and start work
11:00: finish year 7 summary
2:00: break
By 5:00: finish year 8 summary
5:00: free time
6:00: dinner
7:00: start collecting year 9 science notes for the next day

What my day really turned out to be:
10:19: wake up
11:12: get out of bed
12:00: eat breakfast
12:01: complain
12:02: whinge
12:03: complain
12:04: finish breakfast
12:05: procrastinate
2:55: start knitting
3:46: stop trying because its getting nowhere
3:47: whinge
4:00: spray the dog with water
4:15: work (got only two pages done) and procrastinate
4:16: complain
4:17: complain
4:18: whinge and play with rubbers until...
4:57: break time
5:00: found out wifi was working again
7:00: get off the computer and eat dinner
7:30: dinner over
7:31: now

See you soon everyone :D

Images: my yarn and needles, my hotdog AHAHA, my books (french revision, science revision, Lee Child novel I bought, maths revision NOTE: 2/3 Revision books have not been touched. I just felt bad for not doing any work this holidays and that I don't use any of my beautiful typo books but now I'm running out), my noodles I had for dinner

Signing off,
Arnold Sodeman

...please don't look him up LOL

Precious Royal Guilt

Isn't it nice to be woken up at 5:12 am by birds laughing at you? That's right kookaburras, I'm watching you.

I have so much to say that I haven't posted in about two weeks.

Okay that didn't make much sense. But I do admit I have a lot of "breaking news" and "explaining" and "ranting" and "photo spamming" and "making fake promises" and "whatnot" which didn't really need quotation marks but I felt the need to keep the pattern "ongoing"...

I've written this to-be posted blog post about five times. This is the sixth time I'll be writing it. I have plenty of good reasons for you to stick around till this very end. One reason is that I am allergic to save buttons. I wrote a post I think three times without saving them every time. That's right. And I thank God for those auto-recovery Word documents or I would've been screwed so many times. I tried writing this post various times throughout the fortnight so please don't make me feel so bad. Okay I just saved this just in case.

I've built many worries and paranoias throughout my life including worries about losing things. I really have this attachment to memories and anything memorable one has remembered. I have around 40 gigabytes of photos ahaha and I am worried that somehow, someday, they will all be deleted. But I have begun to move on from my attachment. Not so much because I still back up things at least twice. But still :) I also have a wide range of phobias, but they are not as bad as some other people. Okay yes I am quite claustrophobic. IT's not too bad because I can handle an elevator BUT if there is something wrong and I am stuck in one for an extremely long time (like in 'The Force' how this family got stuck in a broken elevator for a few hours in SUMMER) I will eventually start to overstress myself so much that I will try to sleep to get rid of my fear. If I am in a closet for too long in hide and seek (like half an hour or more unless I'm angry and can tolerate it) I will leave because I hate small spaces. THEY ARE SMALL. OKAY. Another fear I unfortunately have is the fear of heights. This is why I want to go skydiving because I'll face this fear. But I will never start tight rope walking ever, even if my life depends on it. Unless I know that I'm completely secure then I'm fine. Another fear... OHH spiders. I hate them but I find them fascinating. If one ends up touching me (when I'm surprised) I'll get a mini heart attack because I'm not the screaming type. Yeah I figured I always look very unemotional at times :( I'll always go up to a spider and stare at it. Until it jumps at my face. Like last time :( There was this time when I went canoeing and I have this habit of staying at the back of the boat and kicking the water a lot. When I stopped there was this huge spider on my knee. It was okay, I let it stay there for a while because it was cool but then I flicked it away. Sometimes, I take my fears as a joke. One time I was making my bed and then there was this little coil of dust-fluff (so I had thought) so I picked it up and looked really close to inspect it. Long story short I just picked up a spider. As they say: FACE YOUR FEARS.

French Books I Bought

Managed to buy SOMETHING
 with Bernice :D

Previously I had said that I will post a short movie review for 'Jack Reacher'. And I do mean short. I watched it they day after it was released so now it probably not do so much good. I would admit that (now, since I recently bought a Jack Reacher novel- 'Worth Dying For' by Lee Child. And I also bought a bunch of other books because I'm a bookworm) the actor who plays Reacher, Tom Cruise, does not fit the description of the character at all. That, is one of the obvious complaints of a book reader. One of the biggest shames in this movie adaptation of great reads world is of the Percy Jackson movie. Oh my goat fish but that film was horrible and was completely off the book. Drifting back to the Jack Reacher film, I thought it was pretty good and it is great how sometimes there are bits of comedy, which I like- to give some laughter throughout the seriousness. Overall, through the main criticism of not fitting the character's appearance, the movie is great: 4/5 stars :)

On the topic of movies, I was supposed to watch 'Life of Pi' today but I had to unfortunately go to a dentist. Well anyway while going to watch 'Jack Reacher' I had gone with Bernice. My goal was to buy one clothing item. It never worked out. I managed to steer away from buying clothes. It's like how, unlike other girls, I don't like nail polish or lip gloss or lip stick or whatnot. I just don't like their smells and tastes. Unless it has UV ray protection.

WARNING TO ALL AUSTRALIANS: if you haven't read the news...THERE'S A KILLER FLU ABOUT FROM THE UNITED STATES. One of the problems of globalisation. These darned diseases, which means vaccines which means needles. Lots of needles.

My Wii has broken down but it recently was fixed. Well it was a good reason to stop being fit. I went onto it and it gave me my new BMI. Hey almond Magnums aren't just there to be admired. They are to be eaten. So are the chocolate-dipped scotch fingers, chocolate milkshakes and the chocolate flakes. Lollies aren't really my thing though, but I think it's still a good reason for my current "slightly off" fitness level.

...My name means: Precious Royal Guilt. The question is 'Why?'

I'm so proud of my subconscious mind. I haven't had a nightmare for over a year. Until a few nights ago. It wasn't exactly clear at first (well it WAS until I got too lazy to write it down) but the only reason why it was different to all my other apocalyptic dreams is that I HAD A NEAR-DEATH EXPERIENCE. Well it wasn't really a nightmare but there was this one moment that was 'nightmare-worthy' but the rest was funny.

Instead of that short dream here's one I wrote when I was supposed to post a few days ago:  No surprises here but yes the dream was hazy. Maybe because I didn't record until before I went to bed that day. Sadly. On the night of the 11th of January, 2013, the end of the world was here, yet again. I was at Central station, waiting for my train to come so that I, along with the rest of my grade (and some other years), can travel to the Sydney Art Gallery. Sadly the train guards came and told us that they ran out of trains but it was all okay because they had a replacement system. So not long after, we saw three buses (one a double decker sightseeing bus and two plain boring old buses) pull up on the train tracks. I whispered to my brother and sister to run and go upstairs of the sightseeing one. So we made it. We got into a three seater on the top so we ha an awesome sky view. Excited to go to the gallery the bus driver made some sad news. He said: Sorry but all siblings of Sydney Girls High students must be returned home. The only siblings on that bus were mine. So first they drove that bus to my home to drop them off. As we pulled into the driveway I told them bye and then showed my friends this picture I drew on the wall of my house (it had taken ages to fill the whole wall, up to the roof) with a piece of chalk. I was happy because it had lasted even in the rain because a little bit of the brown roof was overhanging so it had protected it, except for the faded parts at the bottom. Suddenly, someone on the bus in my grade, took out their water gun and sprayed the whole wall. I was so sad I was depressed and upset and I swore I wanted to murder that person (well not literally just giving the death stare) because water and chalk is never a good idea. So the whole trip I was quiet. When we arrived I was happy again. (Please note: I don't usually ever get mood swings. If it seems like I do, one emotion is fake and the other is real) Waiting for them to mark our roll they told us that you get points for how much, at the end of the day, you know about the artworks. If you get in the top thirty or something, they give you a medal. I never had a medal before so I really really tried to consume a lot of knowledge. So after exploring the art gallery for a while I settled down in a corner where the stairs were. (the gallery was kind of structured like my school) I saw that two people were there already and I heard them say: Do you want to go look at the carpet gallery? Even though it's out of bounds but sill... So yes as evil as I was I grabbed a random friend (I think it was Yameng) and I really was that bored and wanted to go somewhere else because I already could remember as much as possible about Aboriginal paintings. So I pretended to follow her but she was actually following me so I "accidently" walked into the carpet gallery past the security because they saw that we were busy talking. (Sorry Yameng, I can be evil. In fact, I am truly evil) While exploring the carpet gallery (and Yameng ditching me because she got bored) I realised why it was restricted. It was because the main office was there. With my super hearing powers I heard that they were making a list of people who had the highest points (all the smarties in my grade were mentioned) and then I heard me :D So happy that I could get a medal I realised I reached the end of the corridor and there was only a glass window there (the whole gallery was empty). I looked through the glass window and i realised that they had gathered up all the winners into that room but I was locked out. I tried to hear through the soundproof window: "...all those winners who need a medal, please follow me". They were led out of sight. I scrambled back upstairs towards the back door. Almost there, I heard a huge explosion which shook the building and deafened my ears. I opened the door to the warehouse area and ran outside. I saw this orange mushroom cloud where the winners were supposed to be. So they all perished. Shocked, everyone, it turns out to be, had to be evacuated into the warehouse anyway. Oh wait I forgot to mentioned this but I think I stole a painting. Don't worry I never got caught. It turns out there was a street bombing all around Sydney. Ignoring all this, I grabbed another friend (I forgot who) and went up to the table area where all the teachers were relaxing. I forgot what had happened but I remember, since this was an evacuation area, it was boring. So I started to have a chat to the teacher about exams and medals and how I could still get one (LOL I think I watched Wreck-it Ralph before this dream happened so I may appear to be obsessed with this "medal"). She didn't reply but she offered me a chocolate. I took it and left knowing we had to wait a longgg time. It ever so turns out that as soon as I stepped out of the warehouse the helicopter dropped a purple bomb which created a fast-approaching mushroom cloud. I didn't really care if I got a detention or not for leaving without the teachers permission but I ran into a bus, closed all the windows and stayed there because I am a greedy basketball. Long dream short I survived and it turns out my family was in the bus so they survived too. I'm really getting sick of these doomsday dreams (local or international) so I'll promise you, no more of these doomsday dreams unless it is actually interesting. Well that's the end.
...of the world :D

-radio transmission crackles-
*explosion* MAYDAY MAYDA-

I'll get straight to the point: if I am to pursue my dreams of flying... This will support it. Yes that's right I'm going to (hopefully) join the Australian Airforce Cadets. Plus it will help me keep fit LOL but I really want to fly an aircraft :3 Okay I know I don't come off as the type of person who is interested in the military environment except through theory (yes I finally know the dates of the World Wars and I know I'm just a tad behind. Just a tad) but I more or so come off as a variety-seeking different adventurous type. But so far this seems extremely unlikely as you see my timetable is full. Literally. Apparently per term you are supposed to have (two? At least) weekends free and 3hrs after school (apparently Tuesday) every week.

Monday: Extra Art Class, Tutor
Tuesday: Tutor
Wednesday: Knitting Class, Wind Orchestra (if I made it)
Thursday: Badminton
Friday: Swimming
Saturday: Tutor

I do, unfortunately, have my ups and downs and sometimes I get too lazy to apply for the AAFC. So I kind of gave up for this year. I'll probably be more supportive next year. Please note the 'PROBABLY' because I put that word in for a reason.

TV SHOW TIME: Another promo for White Collar came out and it looks really cool :) For all those people out there who likes watching any television series at all, you would love White Collar. Just saying :D I'M REALLY EXCITED. Six more days! And oh my gosh I really really hate Shane in The Walking Dead. I know he's going to die, I think the next episode. He better die. That basketball. I really really really hate him.Wait I'm watching it at the same time as typing and now he's *SPOILER ALERT* dead. That is kind of great but I feel bad for Rick. And I feel so sorry for Dale :( He is a very good person but nooo. Those cruel people didn't want to listen so now *SPOILER ALERT* he's dead :( (I know if I say 'spoiler alert' you guys would still read on anyway so I find them rather pointless *cough* Bernice) I'm still behind on Suits and Revenge is still quite the same on it's plot and all so far. Once Upon A Time always, for me, grabs your interest for a bit, then, as fast as you are pulled into it, you are out.

Completely irrelevant but this is
one of my best bokeh shots XD

Actually wait I am bothered to type up a better dream. Here it is (and yes it was an awesome dream): This dream occurred on the night after the doomsday dream. This is still a doomsday dream. LOL too much of The Walking Dead (I'm up to season three now and AHH OHMYGOD DARYL HAD TO KILL THAT CUTE OWL). Okay sorry I got lazy and the beginning of this amazing dream is hazy. RHYMING. I know that there were two houses are stranded in the oceans. Each belonged to either one of my cousins who are siblings (Ben and Jas). I believe I was at Jas' first then I found a way to escape to the other house which turns out to be rented out by my brother for protection during the apocalypse. I don't really know how the transition went (like always) but all I knew is that I arrived at an older version of our property. The inside of the house was refurbished with brown smooth wood planks and a fireplace. Over there I was asking my brother what he was doing. He said he was picking a new dog- a good one for the upcoming apocalypse. He told me to help. I had to hide under a cupboard with a Japanese Spitz (three of them). We picked the quietest one. I asked him why (from the past) he had speared both great Siberian Husky puppies. Grey and blue eyed. I forgot what he had said. In the end (I, again, don't know how the transition went) but I made it back to land just in time for school. As soon as the bell rang with me carrying the heaviest subjects (maths and French) I asked my friend: do we really have to bring all of year 7's, 8's and this year's French books and she was like yeah Jade. Deal with it. In my locker, it was full of books including books written by Castle (yes I started to watch that show too LOL) which I really wanted to bring to read but it was all too heavy. As I walked down the textiles corridor and I was just in time for great news. My French teacher told me I got a detention. For what? Walking down the corridor. I forgot what I had to do for detention but it was something about bananas. Maybe peeling them and cutting them. Anyway after detention I had left school while my French teacher wasn't looking (I AM SO EVIL) to this Sydney hotel that my cousins and my whole family were in. Apparently I came in the worst time possible. They were all tormenting one of my cousins for some reason which I had conveniently forgotten. It was awkward so I decided to leave by convincing my family to go to this hotel/casino. I am again unsure of the transition. I believe I was in the casino, though under age. I got bored waiting for everyone to do what they do when I saw that they were offering raisin cookies. I got suspicious and then I saw that all the waiters' cards were from around a century ago (their birth date) so I told my brother that this had seemed all so familiar to a book I think. I left before I could be tempted to get a cookie because I was starving and I knew that raisins are disgusting and that the apocalypse is near so we need to get going. After leaving the casino and into the cafe bar, I remembered that it was a Percy Jackson reference (Lotus Casino I think in Vegas). The waiter had got up to me and offered me a cookie and even thought I know I shouldn't and was even reminded by my brother, I ate the cookie anyway (because I can). It wasn't too bad. Maybe because I was hungry. Please, family and friends who are reading this, don't ever give me a raisin cookie because I won't eat it. Then we had to run because everyone realised the apocalypse is here and some people were already zombies but wasn't seen as them until the "doomsday clock" struck. I had to drag my dad out of the casino and he's like "why Jade? Why are you always so bossy >:(" and then we really had to leave by taking our car. On the road, we bumped into another survivor group which consisted of the Walking Dead crew (as it ever so happens to be). We had combined to make a larger crew. We had no idea where we were heading so we decided to go to one of the survivor's mansion which is next door to a school. It was the evening so we had to rush before it was nightfall. There were heaps of zombies outside the gate so we had to dash for it I believe. The survivor's wife was home. Skip skip all this boring stuff to when we got to pick rooms. I don't know but for some reason I was really stupid in this dream so I picked the most luxurious room over the safest room, which was the one further away from the entrance where all the zombies were. The survivor went around the rooms to check on us. Finally he reached my room and I believe I was complaining about how uncomfortable the bed was. His facial expression was like: not my problem mate. Just at that moment unfortunately two zombies walked into my room. The survivor screamed and opened all the drawers to try and find a weapon but all he found was a deflated blue balloon. the zombies were gaining on him. I hid in the closet while they continued to attack the survivor because there was nothing I could do about it. When they were distracted I ran into the bathroom which was just next to the closet. Sadly these zombies are smart zombies and they know how to use a knife. Which is so inconvenient for an unarmed midget like me. They chased me into the bathroom so I went out onto the balcony. Yeah that's awkward. There's a GLASS door to the balcony from the bathroom. You could only lock from inside and there's only one door so I have to slide the door side to side to protect myself from the zombie in the bedroom and the one in the bathroom. I manage to hit the door really hard on the bedroom zombie that its arm fell off but the bathroom one had a knife and it's arm wasn't cut off. So it decided to slice and cut my wrist. Barely any blood came out of the wounds but apparently I was already suffering from blood loss so just in time, the other survivors heard the noise and took down the two zombies. WOO STAYING ALIIIVE but we were all sad that the other survivor died. Again I am unsure of the transitioning but our group escaped into a forest/river area by dusk. The group needed more food so they told me (because they're wimps :D) to go down past the highway to the convenience store. When I went in I saw that it was all empty so I casually strolled in as if I shopped. When I turned to go where the aisles were I accidently knocked over a stack of cans in the sea food section. The zombies on the other side of the store heard the noise and walked towards me. I ran and hid under rotting fish (disgusting- bad enough to retch) so they couldn't smell me. They didn't so I saw that they chased this other girl instead and while she was being consumed (ahaha did you get that? She is a consumer and then the zombies started to eat her so they consumed the consumer LOL). I manage to grab things along the escape and an  empty broken jar to stab any zombies.

I'm too lazy to finish the dream (I also didn't write it in so much detail as usual) but here are some points about what happens:
-My sister gets some sort of poisoning and she gets delivered to a hospital
-We leave to a more rural area where there are less zombies
-It turns out we meet my relatives there who have a farm and don't really know too much about the apocalypse
-Other than our rellies, yes James and Oliver Phelps was there and also another Harry Potter actor but I forgot who
-Apparently I couldn't tell the difference between the two and kept calling each other each other
-We ended up safe staying in this apartment

I always forget where I put things. It's like I hide them if it's precious (like money or something) then when I need it, the place is so safe that I forgot where I left it. It causes so much unnecessary stress in your daily life. This is why I don't clean my room. If I clean it, I may misplace things in new place and will never ever find them again. Unfortunately when I DO have to clean my room, I find the most useless, but memorable, items in my room. Like a Maccas toy from six years ago.

It was really funny because when I DID find my wallet *clap clap, congrats* I decided to make a mini survival kit in my wallet. You would probably be thinking "oh...ohkay" but I had a good reason. Actually, coming to think of it...I don't. So anyway this idea did start because I was also packing for school...naturally being excited almost a month early and I have this habit of carrying the most useful things at the most necessary times. It's like how I always keep a pen in my pocket- saves time and effort. Well in my survival kit, in my wallet or not, I usually include band-aids, pens, hair ties, bobby pins, paper clips, tissues, mozzie bite cream (because it's summer and they're not very friendly then), moisturiser (because it's good it put it around an itchy spot, like a mozzie bite area, to avoid scratching if the mozzie bite cream doesn't really work out for you) lip balm (with SPF+ because I think that's more important than its taste), sunscreen, post-it notes, permanent marker, Mentos (because sometimes you need a sugar boost), a fan (because yes it is so hot in Australia) and emergency money (around $10 or $20). You know...I can be very prepared if I wanted to :D I actually do recommending bringing some of these things for incredibly inconvenient moments (which, for me, is always, since I have allergies and sneeze and sneeze and sneeze...)

In one of my blogs about New Years I had mentioned about one of my resolutions- TO BE MORE SOCIAL- in it. It really, to be completely honest, hasn't been working out so well. And I didn't say I tried unless standing within two metres of a person and ignoring them doesn't count. I have four events of unsocial-ness I have faced in the past fortnight. The first of all this was about an Asian child in a purple swimsuit swimming near me. I was just relaxing in the pool, adjusting to the temperature when this one-eyed one-horned flying purple people-eater just jumped at me and started to froth and drool at her mouth within a few centimetres off my cheek. It is not pleasant to have a rabies ever so close to contact. That moment, mes amis, is my first moment of socialising in a stranger-filled society. The next one happened a few minutes later when I transferred myself into the spa. (Please note: I'm never the extreme socialist. If I must be someone's buddy or meeting new friends of friends then of course I'll chat but I don't even talk to my swimming mates in my squad unless I didn't hear the coach) There was this little cute baby whose name was Emma, as stated by her mother, who swam next to her. Our only communications were: Hi!; How are you?; What's your name?; Pardon?; Are you enjoying swimming? I guess I got boring so they left :( The third occasion this fortnight was  the fact that I went to get the mail. The postman was there, quietly doing his business while I go up to him and say "Hello". I didn't expect him to jump in fear. I just said hello :( He was like: Oh sorry you scared me. Your mail is in the box. No hello back or anything. My old postman used to be very nice and be like "Good Morning. How's your day?" in his typical Aussie accent. Now it's just like this awkward silence while he fumbles with the mailbox and then leaves. Well, I tried.

I am surprised about how much I had learnt from watching shows with French subtitles (now available since I bought television series DVDs). My favourite French expression is now: On y va (let's go). It will change I assure you. It's like how in Italian I found the word for bicycle very memorable.

Night contacts are so fun. I love taking them off. Unfortunately I get double vision from them :(

Finally I have decided to draw again. I drew this picture of a girl looking out of a window (it's unfinished because I'm too lazy). I need to work on humans. It was one of my holiday mini-epiphanies. Another epiphany was that I forgot all my extra maths notes so now I'm re-studying them and I am no fan of quadratics or trig and I realised how smart other people were looking at their homework and how much I realised I forgot how to do them.

This was such a long post. But it's okay. It makes up the times I haven't been posting. Sadly the holidays are running short and I haven't managed to get any of my to-do list done.

Toodles :D

Googling Bored is an Understatement

Dear Readers from Everywhere,
I have been posting as often as I could, as I will dare.
I have nothing to make this post interestingly fun,
So I'll make it rhyme- consider it done.

The sad things about the holidays,
Making it lack in loud hoorays,
Is that I am unsocial and poor-
And it closes a lot of doors.

Travelling is something I wish I can do,
But I cannot- not even for a day or two.
So here I am, stuck with this life
Resorting to stuff like staring at walls to end this strife.

The procrastinator I am,
Yes it'll leave me be damned,
has not let me shorten my to-do list.
They have all faded into a dusty mist.

I've started to become so inactive so much,
That myself became too cold to touch.
The Australian summer is the usual cure,
But with the air con on- that's a bit much to endure.

I truly must be mind-wreckingly bored,
And letting this feeling last is something you can't afford.
So listen to the moral of this life story,
Don't become a chalkboard.

Well thanks for letting me waste your time. But to be honest I do have something else to say:

Guess what I have found online?
It had sent happy tingles down my spine.
I found this lovely hat you see
And it may be fortunately suitable for me.


Seriously though- that is one beautiful fedora. I also liked the Borsalino ones but if you click on that link YOU SHOULD READ THE LAST PARAGRAPH. Ahh my dream last night as well is another thing I need to talk briefly about. It was the most disconnected and broken dream ever. I woke up every five minutes with a sneeze attack (yes I have allergies to dust and it doesn't help if your tissues are covered in dust) so my dream had changed from watching Life of Pi at a creepy camping place to Bellatrix Lestrange trying to murder me at my grandma's house to me stopping world domination of being controlled by microchips by sticking my red diamante microchip into my french notebook then running it under the shower. What.

Have a great holiday everyone.
Hopefully you'll have a lot of fun
In or out the sun. Because you know... some of you may not be in summer now and I am that considerate to be that thoughtful to you wonderful fellows.

How to Spend Six Hours

This post will be short and more boring than all my other posts.

Hey guys. How are you days? I'm just trying to keep up with my word about posting (almost) everyday. I think I'm going pretty good. As you can guess this post is short mainly because last night I had slept for only six hours because I was too busy blogging and apparently it says I still did post yesterday but you see this blog posts on the wrong time frame so... Woo explanation over.

That's right. I spent six hours around the city shopping for what? Nothing. That's right. I bought nothing other than food. This is disappointing. I was excited to buy a hat. Yes a chocolate brown 56cm wool 1 3/4" brim fedora which I could hopefully wear in France. Which would be beautiful. France I think sells alot of expensive hats like the Borsalino. Well I could spend days in Strand Hatters and still not make a descision. Now the reason why I didn't buy anything: because my mum gives me permission to buy a nice hat and there are too many hats to choose from that are all beautiful in their own ways. I actually only, mainly, use half of the hats I own. This is because I was not introduced to this 'finer' quality part of the madness. Now I realise I complain too much.

99/100 of my six hours was spent clothes shopping. I dislike it. I sit and wait while everyone else shops. That's how I spent my day. The only pluses were Max Brenner and Ladurée. The bad thing about Ladurée macarons is that they all broke and turned into dust. So really I only have one plus.

I'll leave it there. I wish I can actually explore more though.

Wait that's it- I complain too much. I'll leave it here until tomorrow.

Images: my macarons (the last picture shows the cracks :( sad) and my fantastic popsicle fondue from Max :D oh and my weird Malaysian noodle soup thingo I tried.