Another Day

2012-02-26T10:28:00.002+11:00

what do you want to read? is there anything.. .nothing dw

my poem

2012-02-09T18:50:00.000+11:00

The wind is cold today...
It makes my hair move a little I think...
It is cold...
Like my heart...
Wait...
Sometimes wind can be refreshing...
But that is not my heart...
The wind is moving tonight...
In the jungle...
The mighty jungle...
The wind is moving tonight...
Sorry I got sidetracked...
The wind is blowing today...
Causing leaves to scatter...
Like my thoughts...
The end.

it was a dark and stormy night...

2012-02-02T13:28:00.000+11:00

OMG SCHOOL STARTS TOMORROW NOOOOOOOOOO

must

use

this

last

day

for

all

it's

worth

I feel bad.

2012-01-27T11:51:00.008+11:00

When you haven't seen any of your friends in weeks, and you haven't eaten any vegetables, and all you do is sit in one spot and tilt your head at the screen and wonder if any of this could possibly be worth it for you, it's time to write lists and lists of the things that are wrong, the things that are good, the things you want to change, the things you very much need to do, but, you know, lists don't do much if as soon as they are written they are thrown into the dumpster, 'At least', you think, 'I tried,' when it's not much of an effort to be honest, and you know this, and still nothing happens, still you continue to eat nothing but cereal, still you let your shoulders slump and your eyes turn red because of the strain, 'What's the point?' is the new catch phrase because you think you're depressed, numb, that's why you do nothing at all, and 'I'm useless,' you contemplate, because you can't find an answer to any of your numerous questions, but you didn't give it your best, I'm sure, so if all you can do is move your eyes and type a few words then so be it.

Regret

2011-12-22T08:10:00.000+11:00

Something inside me has broken and I'll never get it back. I'll never know what could've been, or what could've happened. I can only stare dimly at the lines on my palm and hope that there is going to be something in the future that will change this.
I can't sleep and I dream of it. I wake up every morning with the dream reminding me and I feel horrible. I feel like an idiot, an idiot, an idiot, an idiot, an idiot, an idiot.
Everything reminds me, not just my dreams. The stories in books, the people around me, the lessons in class. I can't go back. I can't change what I did.
I'll never forget. This event has changed me forever.

et's onley ben tree dys dough

2011-12-14T09:53:00.001+11:00

Everyday is one lazy long summer day after another. I never knew I could be so lucky.

I know I did stuff wrong in the past but we only live once and I can't hold on to it forever. I have to trust that it will all work out and live in the now of one lazy long summer day after another.

And I know I have responsibilities and commitments and goals I need to work to, but if I give it all up and realise that I am going to die anyway, with no special talent within me that can change the world so there's no need to bother, I feel empty but content.

I'm savouring the now because when it ends, like it will, I'll be forced to address the my past and future but now, now...

I don't care.

FOOD BLOG

2011-12-05T12:40:00.002+11:00

I may have discontinued my food blog because it's frustrating to take "pretty" pictures of food when all you want to do is EAT IT, but I'm helping my aunty cook for Christmas this year. My family doesn't really celebrate Christmas, we only even think about it because we live in Australia, but the one thing we do partake in religiously is a Christmas lunch/dinner. It's not really Christmas related (it just has that title), but a more, 'Hey, family, how has your life changed since last year?'

So I'm brainstorming lots of different ideas and I bet it's going to be so fun! I might even wear a dress...

Today I made an apple and sultana tea cake. I made it in this awesome baking tin I got for five dollars from a book store (I don't know why they were selling it either...) that bakes the cake in slices. It's so cool but hard to explain without a picture.

Oh, I know! Paint.

You put the "soft dropping consistency" of batter into the white areas and then it bakes like that. I can't believe something like this even exists. It makes me so happy.

So well lalalaal that's enough about food

bounce

2011-11-22T21:39:00.002+11:00

I'm sore but I sit in one position for hours and hours and
that doesn't help
and I wanna
exercise.
wish I had more time.

neva gonna walk right
neva gonna have time to write right because I don't even have time to exercise which is confusing and so I'll neva

guys,

2011-11-19T14:07:00.000+11:00

Today for lunch I had a chomp and a bowl of muesli with yoghurt and L.S.A mix. Then I ate a prune and protein bar for a snack.

guys,
In English we had to write a piece on a given topic and I ran out of time and was unable to proof-read my work.

guys,
I had fitness testing and I improved in things like side splits and push ups, stayed the same in things like sprints, and feel like I've become worse in things like squats.

guys,
My exams start in two weeks, but I'm not too bothered because they're only practice ones.

guys,
I'll see you later.

da da da dun dun dun da da da dun dun dun

2011-11-05T16:14:00.002+11:00

I stare at the dead body. My grandmother’s face looks just like it’s sleeping, but I know she isn’t. She’s dead.

And it’s my fault! I forgot to massage her feet! Mum always said that’s what granny lived for. Lived. Oh god, she’s dead.

But massaging her feet… that is not something you usually put on your ‘To Do’ list. It’s more on your, ‘Will Only Do If I Get Money’. Which is what I did get. Money, I mean.

But I still forgot! And now granny’s dead! You shouldn’t trust a nine old with these sorts of things. You shouldn’t put someone else’s life into a nine olds hands!

I cringe thinking about all the trouble I’ll be getting in.

Continue?

A New Post ; ; ; ;

2011-10-23T09:51:00.004+11:00

by: tariqdesign

Yesterday I took a half an hour walk in my bright green and pink runners with my red teddy bear umbrella. The best part was listening to music on my orange music device and feeling really awesome. It was a grey day, but I was so baffled because I went for the walk at 7:30pm, and even though all you could see in the sky were dark rain clouds, it was still bright. The street lamps in all their fluorescent glory, weren't even needed (that doesn't mean they weren't switched on anyway). I was very surprised at the sun that was still able to come through.

It was raining and the trees seemed one shade darker than usual and kept leaking on me, but walking alone and peering into lots of other people's front yard's, I saw plenty of cool flowers that stood out in the dull atmosphere. Maybe I wouldn't have noticed them any other day.

This time I'll be...

2011-10-11T16:38:00.000+11:00

eating my new comfort food: muesli and yoghurt~ ~ ~ !

Or slurping manuka honey to calm my throat, and visiting the doctor to get medicine, and coming back from Japan to train for three hours straight afterwards and then leave to New Zealand the next day.

Meanwhile, missing two weeks of school and not having had time to complete any holiday homework. And trying NOT to define myself by how I look and being quiet.

Interesting...

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Amnesia

2011-09-12T09:39:00.002+10:00

The most scary game I've every played is Titanic: Adventure Out of Time but I haven't played many games so... It's scary coz you have a limited amount of time or you DIE, and everyone is depending on you, and there is this really scary music playing in the background and yeah... I never played it myself. I always had to play it with my brother. (But I was ten at the time and haven't tried to play since then.) All the characters you meet are really creepy, too. There are so realistic looking. And it's all posh and you want to stop and try some of the cool stuff out, but if you do, you'd just be wasting time and this makes you all stressed. And it's very quiet (like not many other passengers) and eerie. You have to do all this stuff to save the world in a limited amount of time with no help and I was ten and it scared me.

"As time moves forward throughout the game, animations of a sailing (or sinking) Titanic are interspersed."
- http://www.balmoralsoftware.com/titanic/titanic.htm

just wonderin', but why does it always seem like the first time you drew it, or the first pic you took, was the best? even if it wasn't? why does it seem so...why oh why

2011-08-28T16:47:00.004+10:00

Unable to think of future. Weird concept. I am now, I live now, future is not real.

Tired of looking for coincidence in past.

And I keep thinking there is something wrong with my body, some subtle bug buried deep, slowly rising, or an intolerance, not diagnosed. But five minutes later I'm fine so obviously there isn't something wrong. Now suspicion, however, for any small thing later. I wasn't making stuff up in the past (that would be embarrassing), it's really there, there really is something wrong.

MY GOODNESS SO ANNOYING

Just give me some medicine and let's move on.

what can you do

2011-08-16T20:13:00.001+10:00

‘Miss Johnson, I request your assistance.’

Miss Johnson squeezed her lips together to hide a bundle of curses and turned to face the queer man that had addressed her.

‘Mr Johnson, I have done everything one does for a hotel guest and I would really like to leave to help other arriving guest as is my job requirement.’

‘Oh, but we have the same last name! We should sit and talk about which relative we must have in common!’

Miss Johnson went and stood by the door, ‘I’m sorry, but I’m afraid that doing that would take a great deal of time. Time which I do not have. Goodbye.’

Miss Johnson closed the door and Mr Johnson grumbled as he heard her footsteps walking away.

The next day, Mr Johnson had a new maid. ‘What’s your name?’ He asked her.

‘Clare Sanata.’

‘Oh, Sanata! What a name; that we share!’

"The Fall"

2011-08-05T21:36:00.000+10:00

I woke up straight away and learnt about her fall. It was because of the alarm. It pinged through my confusing dreams and my body was automatically alert. I snapped the alarm shut and got up. Then there she was: my sister. Lying face down on the carpet. Next to my bed.
I screamed. If this is a joke, it's not funny, Laura. My mum raced into the room and her face went pale. If this is a joke, it isn't funny, Laura, get up. My mum was down beside her, 'Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god...' she muttered. 'Call 000!'
'Call 000! Call 000! Call 000! Call 000! Call 000!'
My phone was in my school bag because I hadn't taken it out yesterday. My body was awake, I knew that, but it wasn't moving. I fumbled the covers off, didn't bother fixing my pants that were sliding down, ran to the other side of my tiny, too tiny, room and grabbed my phone. 000. I never thought I'd have to call this number in my life, what can't my mum do it. 'Mum?'
'Call them!'
000. I pressed on the numbers quickly and pressed the call button. Laura, Laura, Laura...

doubleleaf

energy is vibrations vibrations is music music is energy energy is good

2011-08-02T20:11:00.004+10:00

Now that the salmon that I use for my sandwiches had run out, I think I'm going to start being a bit exotic with my lunch. So I've been browsing the interwebs and using my imaginative brain to think of cool stuff and I'm really hyped for today night or tomorrow morning when I'm gonna make it.

But my imaginative brain has had to deal with the restrictions of ingredients, good for you food, time and cooking skill. Right now, I am planning on making egg shaped like love hearts, egg with rice, omelette egg squished into a ball and layers of omelette egg shaped like a rectangle.

One Two Three and Four Five Six Seven and Eight

2011-07-24T13:38:00.002+10:00

I'm so tired that I'm leaving everything to the last minute, and that's bad because everyone else is so tired too that everyone's leaving it the last minute.

I've been going to sleep at 10pm and then waking at 10am. I've been having elaborate breakfasts because I can and then planning my lunch hours in advance. I've sat in the same clothes I went to sleep in all day. I've looked at my homework and then looked away. I written down a list of things I need to do around the house, and then I've walked to that area of the house, and then I've walked away.

I decide I'm going to do something, but then I feel so tired that I don't want to ruin it.

That's normal because it's not everyday you get a chance to feel like this for hours on end.

So anyway, yesterday I lay on my bed thinking that the worst was over. The next morning I was proven wrong. That's weird because it wasn't even a whole hour I thought about the worst being over because I fell asleep early seeing as how I was so tired. I thought about it while I was in the car this morning , and how many times so far in my life I've cried silently in a car, and when I tired to make myself stop and think of other things I just got more sad because of how things were. I kicked myself for thinking that I could actually beat the world.

title !

2011-07-02T11:34:00.002+10:00

gotta be clean
gotta be clean
gotta wash your face
gotta scrub your sores

run from the garbage man
run from him now
don't want him to infect you
don't want him to infect you

THEMED

2011-06-23T21:21:00.000+10:00

I’ve given myself one simple rule: don’t regret anything.

And that doesn’t mean that I’m out there partying or working my ass off or doing something amazing, it means I’ve given myself an excuse to be lazy.

An extra excuse, anyway, besides my everyday ones, like they’re pushing me too hard, it’s not what I want, I still have time, what does it even matter anyway?

I don’t understand the meaning of not regretting anything.

This time it’s an English essay that’s got me thinking like this. Oh, woe is my life. I have homework.

I got a D on it because it was ‘confused’ and because I didn’t use the proper format. I think it’s the best essay I’ve ever written in my life (not that I’ve written many) but it’s the worst mark I’ve ever received.

Yep, that simple thing makes me question my existence.

Actually, lots of things make me question my existence. Everything seems to matter.

The only thing I can do is to tell myself not to regret anything.

People tell you to love yourself and anyone who doesn’t too, isn’t worth it. Well that’s all fine and dandy, but it’s pretty impossible to be perfect...

When I’m on my death bed, I’m not going to be allowed to regret anything, even if I want to. Even if I want to scream and yell and cry and make choking noises and clutch my chest and tell everyone about it all and MAKE them listen, listen, listen, listen to ME.

I don’t know what to do to make my life good, anyway.

Mundane Monday

2011-06-03T16:54:00.000+10:00

MUNDAN3. One day, I think I saw a number plate like that or something... it's wasn't a one day that was a Monday or anything... But isn't it cool, especially since everyone says that they hate Mondays.

I love Mondays because weekends are usually boring.

Tomorrow the weekend starts and I am going to go to training and to the school musical production. And then I guess I'll just study.

See what I mean?

B-O-R-I-N-G

This is why I was away/// this sport

2011-05-15T13:31:00.001+10:00

OMG. I got a book full of recipes for cakes and muffins and cookies. I am in heaven. My mum just got back from shopping for ingredients.

my food blog

This is a queued post! (because I'm away)

2011-04-30T21:45:00.008+10:00

I'm not able to end this once-a-day-for-a-month-blog-thing in person unfortunately. I also know that if I was, I wouldn't be talking about it. I would probably end it with a story of some sort or something random.

So today I'm coming home! (At midnight) I really hope nothing bad (nothing more than usual) happens. I also hope I haven't jinxed myself, because I am nervous.

Bye.

This is a queued post! (because I'm away)

2011-04-29T21:36:00.004+10:00

"When you have an awkward secret and someone begs you to tell them and this is their face afterwards"

Like... like when... and then later on I denied saying it or it ever happening.

This is a queued post! (because I'm away)

2011-04-28T21:23:00.002+10:00

'Why aren't you coming to training?' I ask Jane. I'm glaring at her and I want her to know that I'm angry.
'My mum says that it isn't organized properly...' She titters out and then looks me straight in the eye as if to fool me.
'Fine. Let the team down. Be lazy. Be an arrogant fucking bastard,' is what I want to say, but what I really say is: 'Okay... but you should still try to come.'
She looks bored. 'Yeah.'
I want to wonder why stuff like this happens but I don't.

This is a queued post! (because I'm away)

2011-04-27T20:50:00.000+10:00

by sirSock

I want someone to wait through the song until the bridge (the bridge that I've been singing for weeks) instead of disregarding how important it is to me and taking the earphones out.

This is a queued post! (because I'm away)

2011-04-26T15:21:00.002+10:00

http://sprinkleofthoughts.blogspot.com/

My happy memory would be playing basketball with a friend. I couldn't get the ball through the hoop and she refused to continue until I got it through. And because I was laughing so hard, I had no chance. And she just crossed her arms and said I had to get it in. And it took me half an hour. And she was so serious the whole time that I couldn't stop laughing. It made me delirious to think that she cared enough to give me time to get the ball through the hoop.

We said we'd play again tomorrow, but we didn't because a moment like that can't be done twice (also because we didn't want to play that special game with an annoying friend who was back at school).

This is a queued post! (because I'm away)

2011-04-25T14:53:00.007+10:00

I have doodled on the page in my school diary in which I am away because I do not need it to be clean. I have drawn on it with charcoal. There is a cat and lots of lines going everywhere because I'm cool. like. that.

I am also putting a tick next to each day as I make a post for it.

On the page besides it, supposed to be used for writing homework, I have drawn a man with funny hair and small eyes.

This is a queued post! (because I'm away)

2011-04-24T14:32:00.001+10:00

I'm drinking milo and milk even though there's a lot of sugar in it. It's warm and I'm tired.

THIS IS THE SOURCE I WANT YOU TO CLICK IT AND VIEW IT

I have an awesome umbrella- had it since I was eight. It's red with teddy bears on it and I don't care that's it's a bit broken, I'm still going to use it.

This is a queued post! (because I'm away)

2011-04-23T11:06:00.001+10:00

Joanna is here! Remember from this?

We even have a blog together!

Anyway, she's over. (She was over on the 20th but I'm posting this on the 23rd)

ABOUT JOANNA IN JOANNA'S WORDS: Hi, I am bored, I am always bored during the school holidays!!! My favourite animal is the tiger and my favourite colour is GREEN! This is my Blog.

ABOUT PRATEETI IN PRATEETI'S WORDS: Hi... I don't know... go through my blog -_-

This is a queued post! (because I'm away)

2011-04-22T10:24:00.007+10:00

Time for some embarrassing videos

Let's start off short.

Me talking about books for seven minutes. If you watch the whole thing then you must be dead inside. Just saying~

(and yes, I always look that retarded)

BEST MEMORIES FOR MY FRIEND'S CHANNEL.

Of course I have to be conceited to have done this stuff.

This is a queued post! (because I'm away)

2011-04-21T15:23:00.005+10:00

I wanna be as invisible as the stars.
There they are: the populars. Every single one of them tall, tan and good looking. They all wear tight jeans to show off their cute bottoms.
I wanna be able to blend in and stand out at the same time. I wanna be one of them.
But I bet you've already guessed where I stand on the stairway to heaven? Yeah?
At the bottom.
No real reason to go into why I stand there and only there. However, I know I would want to know if there was someone uglier than me.
I'm plump (let's leave it at that), have frizzy untamable hair always tied back in a ponytail, pimples, small squinty eyes, red cheeks and tracksuit pants.
At least I have nice lips.
Just kidding.
Don't worry, this isn't going to be a story where I find my true love blah blah blah, who loves me despite the fact that I think I'm ugly and am a bitch to him because of it blah blah blah.
Because that's all that stories are, right? Just "blah blah blah".
I'm not even nerdy or witty. I talk to people too much to be nerdy, but not enough to have developed the social skills to be witty.
I bet it sounds like my life is already over.
Well, you're right.

don't worry, I don't really like these things, but random is me, right?

NEWS!

2011-04-20T10:35:00.000+10:00

If you remember from this post, I'll be going away. It seems that I'm going to have end this once-a-day-for-a-month-blog-thing on queue.

-sweat drop-

So starting from tomorrow... I... I don't know.

Bye.

Don't you hate it when your parents spring a dinner on you with no warning and you don't have time to blog?

2011-04-19T21:35:00.004+10:00

I couldn't blog yesterday because I have a life!

No, just kidding~

But I was busy the whole day- and guess what my day ended with!? clieck here

IMOGEN HEAP

It was great, and she was funny, but no one danced.

Damn theaters. My first ever concert was in a mosh pit- I have high expectations.

I got badly owned at the concert when I said loudly that the tree on stage was fake. I had a debate with my friend who thought it was real, when two strangers in front of me turned around and said, 'Real,' while we were talking.

Later on Imogen Heap talked about it, and turns out it was real. The two strangers in front of me turned around, and smiled, and said, 'Ha.'

My friend didn't stop laughing for ages. -_-

This is a queued post! (because I can't get to a computer today)

2011-04-18T20:19:00.014+10:00

I wish English teachers wouldn't give people who've written bad fanfiction (basically) A+s. Just because it's a touchy subject like love doesn't mean they deserve one. Fanfiction is cool because it is fun. English homework is not.

make my words look pretty ! be awesome ! pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty

Act like you, act like you know

2011-04-17T15:31:00.003+10:00

If you didn't know, I like Bat For Lashes, and I hope you do too!

old post

So well she's going to be performing in Sydney but not Melbourne so I'm sad :/ Maybe next time she will perform here. *crosses fingers*

AND OHMAGAWD- tomorrow I am going to Imogen Heap's concert.

I would link to a blog post I made about her here, but that is on a COMPLETELY different blog and it is also a blog that I have decided to delete.

This is the first concert I've ever been to...

DAMMIT I MADE A BLOG POST ABOUT GOING TO SEE FLORENCE AND THE MACHINE (AND I WAS GOING TO LINK IT) BUT IT SEEMS THAT I HAVE DELETED IT - CRAP - I SHOULD STOP DELETING STUFF WHEN I'M BORED

I remember the post being something like this:

I just went to see Florence + The Machine in the mosh pit. I don't really like her but it was fun fun funf fun funfunfunf funfun fun fun fun fun fun fun fun fun fun fu

I wonder why I deleted it

Here, listen to this:

2011-04-16T17:24:00.000+10:00

Um... I was supposed to leave with my dad to this festival thing at 5:00. But then I forgot to get ready, and I think he forgot about me, because I just heard the car driving away...

Uh-oh.

(It's now 5:20)

You can worry you can

2011-04-15T13:06:00.004+10:00

Today, being completely bored in the morning, I went into the study and chose a book called 'Optimal Thinking' to flick through.

It's not a very interesting book, but there were some questions that I was like I want to hear the world's answers to these questions.

These are the questions:

What and who do I love?
What has given me the greatest feelings of importance in my life? What has been most beneficial for my self-esteem?
What is it that I definitely don't want?
What do I want more than anything else?
In order of priority, what are the three things I value most in life?
If I could experience the ultimate day, what would it be like?
What would my ultimate environment be like?
Which one purpose would I concentrate on if I knew that there was no chance of failure?
What is my ultimate purpose? What do I most want to accomplish?

*cough cough* my answers -sigh-

Reading good books. Writing down my feelings. Watching good AMVs. The anime fandom. My family n' friends.
Laughing at the same moment for years. Winning.
Being poor. Not living in another country/ living in a different place just because I can. Not having accomplished my dreams.
****glances everywhere**** to be a novelist
Feeding starving children. Having fun. Doing what I want.
I would wake up really early and have a big breakfast. Then I would go to training. It would be hard but fun. I then come home and get dressed in superbly stylish clothes. I go see a movie with friends. I return and chill. I watch a comedy show while eating dinner and then stretch/dance. I read until I have to go to bed. Then I pack for Japan because I'm going tomorrow mwhahaha.
No concrete. All sustainable like. Breezy. Raining. A cinema and theatre close by. Internet access (duh). Trees and rainforest. Birds. Lots of them.
Writing a really good novel... *throws up*
To feed starving children and make people feel emotions like I was made to feel.

hito rabu hito rabu aishteru hito rabu

2011-04-14T11:46:00.009+10:00

by oomizuao

It's pretty boring of me to always use other people's pictures and stuff... but they're awesome. And sharing is caring, right? Plus I always give the source, so you can go favourite them. Well that's my reasoning anyway.

Rant on!! Woooo!!!

- deletes rant -

I have made a list of things for me to do today. I have decided to give myself a reward if I complete them all, but because I can't think of anything, I have decided that the reward would be me knowing that I have the will power to actually do stuff. I guess.

The list is pretty easy however.

Which makes it even worse if I don't complete it.

Ugh like ugh

2011-04-13T16:20:00.002+10:00

source cLECk it N0www

Have I failed to mention that I am now in holidays? The short two week one, but it's still a vacation.

I'll be going away soon and so I wonder if I'll be able to keep up this once a day thing?

I'll figure something out.

"To any kingdom I run"

2011-04-12T13:48:00.002+10:00

slap slap @1:07
LOL

'Why is your face so long?' My bestfriend, Avery, asks. She is peering closely at my face as if she is trying to read it.
'Oh, I don't know. I was born ugly?'
She blushes and shakes her head. 'No, no, no, no. I didn't meant it like that.'
I sigh and sit down next to her. We like to sit on the grass but the small patch that isn't on the football field has already been taken by some year sevens who don't know that we're supposed to sit there. If they're sitting in our spot again tomorrow, we'll show them what year ten fury is. I already feel the urge to flex my muscles.
'What did you mean then?' I say. I want to tear grass from the ground and then crush it into smaller and smaller pieces but all I see are a few dead leaves. I guess they'll have to do.
'You look... sad.'
'You look like poo.'
She pretends to be offended. Or maybe she is and I just can't tell. Some people can be quite sensitive. I shrug and look down.
'What's wrong?'
I check her tone of voice. Is it accusing? Impatient? I wish we were sitting in our spot. It's always so quiet there.
I decided that I don't know how to express what's wrong, even if I do tell her. 'Doesn't matter.'
When she pushes it further I ignore, smile and glare at her in random intervals until she ends up confused and drops it.

I Love Teenage Angst. Especially When I'm Feeling It.

2011-04-11T13:12:00.004+10:00

My dream is to lie on my bed listening to music and reading angst whilst crying.

la di da di daaa

I'm not the only one. I bet you love crying for no reason too.

WOW THIS SOUNDS SO CREEPY~

aghhhh

gotta stop being honest

no no no no no!!!

Things that are angsty... but then funny... and then angsty again!

Yeah... that is the best.

sorry for all the edits.

BUT I WANT TO BE CRYING

oh gawd, creepy again

yay it is the holidaysssssss

2011-04-10T14:25:00.000+10:00

by AishaxNekox

There a hole in ma pocket and change keep fallin’ out er it. Ere’day I be losing quite a bit of cash. Nutin’ I can do ‘bout it though. I got me no wife to sew. Actually, I got no one to elp me. Not a bloody soul.

I got no needle, got no thread, got no hands skilled ‘nough for sewing. I wish I still had ma ma round. On the otha hand, she ain’t gonna do it fer me. She gonna scream. I glad she left me when the old man and her divorced. Ma dad much nicer. But you don’t wanna hear bout that.

All I gotta do ere’day is feed meself and arks for a bita spare cash. But no one got nutin’ for me. I gotta fend for meself.

Ere’day I ear the coins fall and hit the cement floor. They make a nice sound, but it ain’t nice what’s hap-nin.

If I had me a extra hand, wouldn’t be so bad, picking it all up. But I lose some in gutters any-way.

Today ima be hungry. Yesterday ima be hungry. The day fore ima be hungry.

Ere’thing too expensive for a simple chap like me!

I won the same award that I won last year today. What is this!?

2011-04-09T16:52:00.001+10:00

I get out of the sea. The waves draw nearer and I run away. Sand gets in my slippers and between my toes. The wind flings my hair and wrap it around my face. I taste salt and something else. The bit in my mouth is matted and tangled.
I want to go swimming again. I pounce on the waves instead of running away. Water gets in my mouth. Yuck! I spit it out but still go deeper. I can no longer feel the bottom. I smile. Waves push me around and I get more water in my mouth and eyes. Double yuck!
After awhile, I swim back to shore, but it's freezing so I play a game of running away from the waves and back again.

Reaching into my archives.

2011-04-08T19:07:00.001+10:00

Dear Diary,

It feels like everything is being soaked and drowned in water. Anything I think is automatically dampened by another thought of this being as good as it gets. It can’t get any better.

What I mean is, I’m scared I’m going to lose it all. And it’s going to be my fault (which sucks). I can already feel it sliding, drip-dripping down.

Darling Diary,

I don’t feel like I’ve done enough. I haven’t won the approval of enough people. I’m just a lazy-fuckwit-ugly-bastard.

Dear Diary,

It feels like everything is being soaked and drowned in water. Anything I think is automatically dampened by the future. By the immediate future.

I think I am feeling dread.

Yours truly,

Fucktard

thank goodness I don't play an instrument anymore, otherwise I would still feel guilty about listening to music.

2011-04-07T19:38:00.002+10:00

I have attended two primary schools in my life. The first one I attended twice. The second one I attended for three days.

I moved to a new school for three days before going back to my old one, basically.

goodbye~

ANOTHER food POST maybe I DON'T KNOW I wrote this when

2011-04-06T21:41:00.004+10:00

The day wears on like a cake baking. The smells... the temptations... Why can't it be time yet!? She crosses her legs and taps her foot. Patience isn't exactly her forte. The room she is in is so crowded that she can barely find any elbow room to read her book.
Suddenly, when she's finally started to distract herself, the timer rings. She get up and starts to walk to the receptionist, confirming that it was indeed her who was called.
She's finally gonna get to cut her cake and eat it too.
The receptionist hands her a card. She glances back at the bursting room before leaving. She holds the card up high and starts singing.
'I've gotten this far
no one can stop me now.
And baby, yeah
we're both gonna get floored.'
She giggles and tucks the card into her jeans pocket, clutching the book to her chest.
The wait had been worth it- the cake had risen well.

I want what I want and I want it now. I’ll do anything even if it means I have to break.

2011-04-05T17:43:00.006+10:00

Gonna go make some lasagna sheets for the first time~

I just came back from Safeway and bought spinach because I don't feel like meat.

But I'm pretty sure this picture I found has meat in it.

Anyway, I bet you're hungry now, and don't worry, you're not fat, it's fine to have some.

I went to the library today and felt sick hoping that the books I borrowed weren't going to be boring.

2011-04-04T15:27:00.000+10:00

I wrote 'It all works out, right? For every single fucking individual, right?' on a scrap piece of paper and slipped it into my pocket. I wonder if I dropped it, and someone picked it up and read it, what would they think? Would they know it's written by a teenager?

Also, a side-note: The only difference between adult fiction and teenage fiction is that adult fiction has more graphic sex and swearing. And in adult fiction, the love stories are about a marriage being nearly broken up but then not (instead of a high-school setting, finding that soul mate who you will eventually marry).

I haven't actually read that many adult fiction books though, but I think I've gotten the gist.

Adult fiction books are just... big.

da da da dun dun dun da da da dun dun dun

2011-04-03T17:14:00.001+10:00

I once read a horoscope;
it said I'd have to accept
a-lone-some-ness.
I scoffed. It's a horoscope.
But that's what happened.

We all have devils in our minds. It just depends on how we utilize those devils.

2011-04-02T17:38:00.002+11:00

‘Fuck!’

‘What’s wrong?’ I hear through the phone.

‘Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow… just slammed my knee into the corner of the table.’

‘Ouch,’ my girlfriend sympathizes with me.

I collapse onto the couch and cradle my knee… ‘So what did you want to say?’

‘Um… can we meet up somewhere to talk?’

‘What for?’ I say.

‘I just wanna talk…’

I sit up and nearly bang my knee again. ‘Are you breaking up with me?’

There is a pause and I hear her sigh. ‘Maybe… but, listen-‘

‘No. It’s okay. You’re breaking up with me. There’s no need for us to meet up. Bye.’ I slam the phone done and squeeze my knee. Tears spring to my eyes and I chide myself. It doesn’t hurt that much! It’s just gonna bruise.

I lie on the couch for a bit again and let tears I never knew I could cry form and slide down my face. Hot and terrible and salty.

The phone rings again but I tell myself that my knee hurts too much for me to pick it up.

source do di do di dooo and I know this is fanart

I am much happier nowadays.

2011-04-01T17:15:00.001+11:00

So today is April 1st and my mum's birthday!

No actually, it's January 24th, but on her passport it says that today is her birthday. I find that funny. She could have two birthdays if she felt like it.

And then on April the 1st, after she's gotten all her presents, she can be like, 'April Fools! It's not my birthday!'

EDIT: This is not a weird joke, I actually am going to be posting once a day for a month starting now. Seeing as no one bothers to give me a challenge, I'm doing it myself.

Tests

2011-03-23T22:42:00.002+11:00

I’m looking to fall in love. A co-ed school of 1000 people, there has to be someone.

Some guy with the exact right look, the ability to lift me off my feet, perfect hair and a winning smile.

Just… the guy of my dreams.

I only had a second to prepare myself upon entering the school on my first day because there he was, 20m of hazardous space in between us, my Mr. Right.

He was with some of his friends but he wasn’t talking. He stood with a bright green umbrella dotted with turtles as it had just been drizzling.

Wait, no it hadn’t been. But he had an umbrella anyway. This made me love him even more as my kind of guy is always prepared.

His hair was in a bowl cut except stylish, all silky black and long, complimenting his face just so. He wasn’t smiling and that made me want to see his smile even more.

‘Sarah?

I spun around to face my two best friends Emily and Jennifer.

‘Hey!’ I greeted them cheerfully.

‘Do you know what class you’re in?’ Asked Emily.

Having been too preoccupied thinking about my brooding love, I had completely forgotten about homeroom classes and such.

‘I guess we’ll find out,’ Jen said.

I looked back to where my first love was standing to see that he was gone. I immediately feel into a daydream about the wonderful things that were going to happen when we met again.

‘Sarah!’ I heard my name being called out. Emily was waving one of her hands in front if my face. ‘Wakie-wakie!’

‘What?’ I said, a bit annoyed because my new boyfriend was just about to kiss me.

‘We have to go now,’ she said.

I looked around and saw that everyone was slowly making their way to the hall. The three of us followed the group.

In the hall, the whole middle school sat on the floor with their bags either in front of them or on their laps. The principal stood at the podium and started blabbering. All I was paying attention to was the task of finding him.

‘Look at that guy!’ To my utter surprise, Jen had pointed him out for me.

Maybe she can read my mind?

‘That bowl cut is hilarious!’

Or not.

‘Hey, his hair is nice!’ I said in defence. ‘It’s so silky- and it suits him well.’

Jen just giggled and dismissed me with a ‘whatever’.

I grumbled for awhile, but thanks to her I was able to stare at him until the end of assembly and even watch his head as joined the line for people in 7E, which include me.

This is fate!

‘It’s good we’re all together, huh?’ Emily said.

I nodded along dumbly.

We played many getting-to-know you games in our first classes and I learnt that his name was Brandon and that he played chess after school. It was apparent in maths that I was already up to the stage of doodling our initials in love hearts and under umbrellas, as half of my notebook was gone before I even noticed it.

Oh, Brandon, I thought dreamily for many periods in a row.

But then, a few days later, I realised something that I could no longer let slide by: whenever a teacher asked a question, Brandon was always the first to shoot his hand up.

I immediately fell out of love with him.

Oh well, I thought, as my eyes finally drifted off of him and to other guys in 7E, he wasn’t worth it.

Just as I was having a good ol’ stare of the male specimens around me, I felt a tap on my shoulder. ‘I can’t wait until lunchtime,’ Jen whispered to me.

I nodded along dumbly.

I'm going to sleeping now.

2011-03-22T16:49:00.000+11:00

Starting from next month, I am going to blog once a day for a month.

BECAUSE I WANT TO.

And I want to see what ends up happening.

I don't understand how you feel, why don't you get that!?

2011-03-17T19:14:00.005+11:00

SOURCE CLICK HERE

Dear the interwebs....

I was supposed to have a student from Japan come to live in my house for a week starting tomorrow but now it has been postponed.

My friend was supposed to leave to Japan for ten months on exchange next week but now that too has been postponed.

I have to get my act together and video record myself talking in Japanese for two minutes and then send my application of that off so that I can have the chance to visit Japan for two weeks and not pay much at all.

A synchronized swimming camp I am attending has had to have its dates changed because a Japanese coach was coming but now the flights have been altered.

I'm planning to go to Japan on a school trip at the end of the year, but now it may be postponed to 2012. At least that gives me more time to get a job.

From blogger...

P.S I skipped swimming sports and I thought it would be fine and my mum was all like, 'I'm not writing a note for you!' But then we got a letter saying that my absence needed to be explained as soon as possible.

Yeah, well.

Damn it...

wednesday morning account (inspired by http://emilykeepsintouch.blogspot.com/)

2011-03-09T16:59:00.000+11:00

get up. the mornings are hotter than they were before, even though it's autumn, but i still wear a dressing gown.
get troubled between the option of toast or cereal. go for cereal in the end.
get dressed. go to school.
all my friends are late to school so i stand in the "spot" casually for about five minutes until they come.
they come and we chill and talk.
go to homeroom. homeroom teacher warns us about bullying, again.
and then by now it's first period. everyone is tired. english teacher has a chest infection and she sounds like a boy going through puberty.
we read 'othello' as a class until recess.

some written somewhere saved somewhere

2011-03-03T20:10:00.000+11:00

Today I got told twice that the reason I get all those questions in maths wrong is because I don't write every single step and then I get mixed up with negatives and stuff. I also got told that I don't need to save paper and everything is too squished together and you can't read anything.

Whatever. I've heard it a million times.

Whatever.

YOU'RE A STALKER WITH HOOVES - Percy Jackson

2011-02-27T15:17:00.002+11:00

Hi, my name is Clare.
I am the worst.
I have no friends and no one talks to me.
Yesterday someone threw a piece of paper at my head. It took all of my courage to look behind me and glare but later I regretted not just ignoring it.
Sometimes this one girl called Louise sits next to me but she never talks and I don't know what to say. She has friends of her own so I don't know why she sits next to me.
The teachers think I'm a loner and tell my parents so in parent teacher interviews. I wish they wouldn't do that because then I have to lie and say their being over dramatic.
The seat next to me is usually open and just now David, a guy in my class, sits there.
'You really scared my friend,' he says.
'What?'
'Yesterday, when that note accidentally hit your head, apparently you looked around and glared at him real scary. He's shit scared now.'
'No he's not!'
'Yes he is'
'What? Oh-h.. really?'
'Yes'
David laughs and smiles.
He doesn't move from the seat and we sit next to each other in silence as the teacher prattles on.
I keep sniffing and peeling the skin at the tip of my thumb.
Louise sits next to me again next period. I feel like the world is turning upside down so I say something. I say the teacher never stops talking. It is received well.
The last period of the day is physical education. We have to do a group activity and I tag along with Louise. Luckily one of her friends is sick so I fit in for the exercise without too much of hassle. Monica takes us all to a tree when the teacher isn't looking. She flings out a texta and we wonder what she's gonna write.
'I <3 David'
I stare hard at the letters. No one is saying anything. Can't they see what she wrote? Aren't they seeing the same thing as me?
Monica was one of the first people to get a side fringe. She's skinny and always has something to say. I've never seen her with any noticeable skin blemishes.
The girls all start talking about Monica's new found crush.
I peel my skin.
The next week I find out that Monica confessed to him and he said yes.
I never talk to him again because he never sits next to me again.

You're alone now

2011-02-20T13:05:00.006+11:00

‘You’re going to get ink poisoning and die.’

My whole body freezes. ‘You sure?’

‘Yes, well you might not die, but you might as well.’ My mother walks away, ‘So don’t do it again!’

I look down at the floor and at my hands, stained in every single corner with permanent marker.

I’m about to die and my mum doesn’t even care.

I run to the sink and scrub and scrub until it’s gone. I scrub even more when it’s no longer visible.

‘Goodbye Browny,’ I say. I give Browny a big hug.

‘Goodbye Sally, goodbye Dot.’

I lie in bed with my three favourite toys. I hope they aren’t thrown out if I don’t wake up.

‘Goodnight,’ my mum stands at the door.

I don’t reply.

The next morning I am alright. I put it down to all the scrubbing. I’m happy to have proven my mother wrong.

‘Nothings happened to me!’ I greet her in the morning.

‘Course not,’ she replies.

‘But you said I would die!’

My mother withdraws from the conversation by grabbing a biscuit for her tea. She suddenly seems to remember I’m her daughter and adds, ‘Drawing on yourself is bad for you.’

I purse my mouth and glare at her. I turn away quickly and throw open the pantry door.
The cereal and cold milk seem to calm the rumbling emotions in my stomach. It’s probably the fastest I’ve ever eaten cereal in my life.

ya'know, the usual, a dream i never forgot

2011-02-19T14:58:00.002+11:00

source CLICK HERE

Once upon a time there was a land called Neter. Neter was wholly occupied by children because their parents were up above on Neter-Sky. Their parents hated them as much as they hated anyone without wings. When the children got their wings, they could fly up to Neter-Sky and be loved again.

When a baby was born, it was dropped onto Neter to begin a life filled with loneliness and neglect. Every single Neter child couldn't wait until the ages of 10 to 14, as that was when wings were commonly received. All Neter children wondered if their parents missed them, were excited for them to come home to Neter-Sky and each of them wondered what their parents were like.

This harsh upbringing could be said to prepare them for the war between the different Skys. Let’s just say that their parents wouldn't have of had time to look after them even if they did live together.

The war had been going on for centuries and there had been a prophecy...

Time to write in my travel diarry-y-y-y

2011-01-29T23:51:00.000+11:00

The dirt's consuming. Step outside one metre, and in one second you're a dust cloud.
Along with another million people.
And bathing everyday, you can still smell the smoke as it is now a permanent fixture.
There's not much you would want to do about it, there's too much stuff to handle.
Too much everything.
It's 100% out of control.
The only thing you can do is try and feel happy within it.

K K K K K K KAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA KAAAAAAAAA

2011-01-13T18:21:00.002+11:00

Who would've guessed that I would hate you quite this much? I know that in the beginning you made me feel only fear but I never thought that I would want to stamp on you in the end. Maybe it figures.

I've been running laps, and then I vomit, and then I keep going. It figures you were the one that made me do this.

So now I'll never show a weakness and all I'll concentrate on is being better and faster and stronger. It doesn't figure that I want to crumple into a ball and wonder how this happened.

LA LA LA DIDDIADADADADADADA

2010-12-24T10:11:00.010+11:00

‘All humans feel this incessant need to be special. How pitiful. I am the only who is special,’ the God laughed.

She fed on negativity and she laughed even more when she realised just how much of it there was. Positivity could be flipped over with the snap of fingers, but negativity took something special to crawl out of.
No one was special but her.

She smiled sincerely down at her followers. They smiled in return but she could feel their distrust, drunk it up.

‘So? What do you think? Am I right?’ Of course she was right.

‘Yes, ma’am,’ Rej quietly replied.

Ah, yes.
Him.
Rej was never scared but that didn’t mean he was anything special.

‘Well then, Rej, you're all dismissed,’ she ordered.

The God loved making revelations like the one just now. All her followers wrote it down, focused on it, repeated it, and pretended to be something unique.

‘Is it really possible for everything to be this right?’ She queried, but of course, because even the God, with all her power and superiority, was never alone. (A state of being, she scoffed, that caused many of my followers and humans to generate miserable faces.)

‘Sen?’

The God watched as a being as beautiful as the sea, a rainforest and fireworks appeared.

She had not created Sen but she never felt the urge to battle him. He was hers and she was gladly his. This relationship was the only part of her life that she questioned, but that didn’t make the God any less amazing. An angel was in love with her.

She welcomed him in with her smile and was actually glad when she could sense no negativity. She didn’t want to sap him of his energy.

ZOMG WHAT JUST HAPPENED

2010-12-20T12:28:00.008+11:00

I sit there, uninterested.

Suddenly, there is a crash from outside. Everyone screams or puts their hands to their ears; some people jump up and run to the window. I’m shocked. I thought everything was boring.

I jump up as well. Everyone is crowding the windows and I’m too shy to push through. I glimpse a destroyed oval, the earth, smears everywhere, people running around looking like dishevelled ants and I start to sweat.

While everyone is unsure, some people’s true colours are finally starting to blossom and the sound of teenagers just seems to keep on going and going... an announcement goes on over the speakers. The teacher yells for the first time. The loudest people go quiet until there is only dull chatter left. No one knows what just happened.

‘…this is the Principal. Everyone remain calm. Stay in your classrooms. As you know, we are situated near an army base. This was an accident. I repeat, remain calm, and stay in your classrooms.’

The shock doesn’t leave anyone, people start asking furious questions and the teacher just sits on her desk, watching the door to make sure no one leaves, now completely defeated after her outburst.

LA LAL LALALAAAAA

2010-12-15T12:27:00.001+11:00

She looked up at the sky and the falling rubble.

‘What a mess,’ she thought. ‘Look at how everything’s turned out.’

A huge chunk of cement grazed her arm and she retreated further into the safety of an overhanging porch. This far in, she could no longer see the sky. She just waited until another piece of debris hit the ground in front of her and exploded.

She slumped onto the floor and her features went blank even though she was staring intently at each fall, each shock.

She wanted to stand up and see the sky again but she was scared she would get hurt.

Suddenly, instead of falling junk, she saw a massive robotic foot. She held in the scream. She had learnt from previous people that that just got you noticed and killed.

‘Go away,’ she thought. ‘Leave me alone,’ she nearly whispered.

It had stopped moving and she looked closer at the etchings on it. They were the same. She shivered when she realised that this was the same robot that had killed her family when she’d been safe at school. Her baby brother hadn’t been. Her mother hadn’t been. Her sick father hadn’t been.

“Go away,” she muttered.

And that’s when, for the first time, she saw its face. The face had no meaning. All she saw in it was something that was just there to serve its purpose.

It came closer. It started to reach towards her.

She shot up and started to back towards the wall, looking everywhere for a place to run. She tried to open the door to the shop but it was locked. She banged, heaved and screamed with all her might.

The hand was just about there.

Going out into the open would mean instant death, from something falling or from the robot itself.

This was it. She had served her time on earth. She was gone.

The robot grabbed her and she saw its face again, except this time it wasn’t without meaning.

It was smiling.

source

I thought that I would do a Facebook survey today. I understand that my posts are getting worse and worse.

2010-12-10T09:48:00.002+11:00

Are you going away for Christmas?
No... or maybe. I might be going to Echuca but I think not.
What are you expecting for Christmas?
Dunno.
Is Christmas your favorite holiday?
No
Do you like to decorate the tree?
YEAh
Where do you put the tree in your house?
in the living room
Do you watch Merry Christmas Charlie Brown every year?
whatttttttttttt
What is your favorite thing about Christmas?
the day off !
What is the best Christmas you have ever had?
the second christmas i ever had (when I was six)
Are you spending Christmas with family?
uh-huhhhh
Do you beleive in Santa Claus?
lol
lol
Do you always look in your stocking at Christmas?
i don't have one D:
How much money will you be spending on other people this Christmas?
$0-$10
:3
Are you going to a Christmas parade this year?
ewwww
What is the best Christmas present you ever got?
the teddy bear that i got when i was six and still have :)
What state are you spending Christmas in?
melbourne
Do you text Merry Christmas to everybody you know?
ewww

The End

2010-12-09T16:43:00.005+11:00

My plans for the holidays don't include this picture but I think it's pretty.

source

AHA

2010-11-08T15:28:00.001+11:00

EH!? WHY YOU BE SAD?

You see, I asked this girl ages and ages ago casually, 'how's life?'
'Ehh... not so good,' she replies.
And then because I don't know her so well, I am just sympathetic and don't really dive into it because we're not close.
I ask her again today! 'How's life?'
Same answer.
I put my toe out to test the water this time. 'Aww... what happened?'
'Ahh... just some stuff,' she says, and then continues, 'but it's just been the past few weeks, you know.'

LIAR! I ASKED YOU MORE THAN JUST A FEW WEEKS AGO LAST TIME!

Only ever only ever only ever only ever only ever only ever only ever only ever only ever only ever only ever only ever only ever for fun.

2010-10-22T23:01:00.000+11:00

Once upon a time there was a dog that loved to bark but everyone else found it annoying. They would yell at him to stop, lock him out and glare at him, but he never did stop because he loved the sound of his own bark. He ignored them and continued. At least he had his priorities right.

BORED NOW

2010-10-20T23:04:00.001+11:00

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Okay, right now I am trying to remember the first angsty piece of writing I ever wrote.
The age of ten sounds about right.
I think it felt kind of wrong and why did I feel it necessary to write it down?
Or maybe it felt good. And I kept re-reading it over and over again even though it would have been a total of 25 words. And I think that if I read it today, I wouldn't even realise that it was angst.
I think I felt pretty special and I thought I might do this again cause that's just how I am.

People I hate:

2010-10-18T22:07:00.000+11:00

people who haven't felt my pain.

title

2010-10-13T17:18:00.003+11:00

<a href="http://kickthepj.bandcamp.com/album/dirty-water">Dirty water by KickThePJ</a>

LADIDADADADA KILL ME NOW

2010-10-09T15:57:00.000+11:00

The drive from the city to my pa's house was very boring. Buildings turned to farms, street lights turned to nothingness. My legs got cramps.
The radio didn't pick up much and when it did, the stuff was so bad I just asked for it to be switched off anyway. My mum suggested I read but no because I hated reading. All the stories I had were so stupid and predictable. Plus, reading made me get car sick.
I didn't want to sleep because I knew that if I did I would end up feeling groggy and irritable. But I was groggy and irritable now, so what difference did it make. If my mum said anything I just glared or huffed or commented on what a stupid thing that was to say. In return, I also got ignored.
It was a day driving, a motel stay, and then another half a day on the road until we would get to his house. He was so unreasonable, living all the way out here but never ever driving to where we were. We always had to go to him.
Finally, we stopped to eat and pee. I didn't want to get back into the car, but after a sausage roll and juice, that's where we were. I fell asleep and only woke up when we reached the motel. We took our backpacks and left our suitcases in the car. It was a one night stay at the motel and we had planned and had everything we needed in our backpacks already.
Mum was silent as we walked to our room. We got changed and ate the sandwiches she had packed. When we were both lying in bed, I asked mum if we would have to keep doing this, 'because it really got on my nerves.'
'Not forever,' she'd said. 'Just until you're old enough.' I sighed and closed my eyes.
In the morning, I woke up in a better mood. Only five more hours of driving, and we could start late if we wanted to. We had a big breakfast at a shop nearby before packing up and leaving. I still remembered how good the breakfast was now. Crisp toast, eggs, bacon, juicy tomatoes and real orange juice. I'd also had some of mum's pancakes and they were delish.
Even though there was even less to listen to on the radio, I felt refreshed. I stared out the window and talked to my mum. I was getting excited now. I would be seeing pa soon.
But when we reached I suddenly felt filled with dread. This was going to be so awkward and pointless. I would probably try and avoid being in the same room as my mum and pa when together and would most likely spend most of my time with the horses. The horses were nice, but I knew nothing about them and all I could do was pet them. My mum would be civil but it would be strained and my pa would be clueless. I couldn't wait until we were driving back to the city; to home.
My mum parked right next to the house and started unloading our luggage. I went up to the front door and rang the doorbell. Might as well get this over and done with, I thought. When my pa answered he looked old and dumb. He smiled happily and hugged me. 'How are you?' He asked.
'Good.'
'Good or very good?'
'Very good...'
He laughed and hugged me again. We always started conversation the same way.
He sidestepped me and went to help my mum. I joined him. Mum spoke slowly with him, like he was a three year old, which I thought was mean. He wasn't dumb. Just slow and annoying.
I dragged my stuff to my room. Pa announced that he would be getting lunch ready. 'Come whenever you want!' He said like the good host he is.
I came straight away because I had nothing else to do. Mum was obviously still setting up her stuff in her room because she hadn't come yet. He'd made fried rice and I was happy.
We both sat down and started eating. It was uncomfortable because we didn't know what to say. But only at first.
Soon, my pa's infectious relaxed way got to me and we were both talking about all the things that had happened since we'd last met. He'd gotten a new horse named Ted and would love for me to meet him. I'd just joined a local swimming squad. It was casual banter. It felt right.
When my mum finally came, I quickly swallowed my last bits of rice and said that I had to do some unpacking.

I used to dream about this and it scared me

2010-09-19T17:21:00.000+10:00

.hack//Sign follows the story about Tsukasa being mind-trapped into the game. Despite being a "fantasy quest type adventure", it does not rely on action sequences.Instead, the show is driven by mystery, slowly revealing its secrets to the viewer while paying much attention to the individual characters.Questions like what happened to Tsukasa in the real world, who he really is and why he is unable to log out are driving points of the story.

Soon after the beginning of the series Tsukasa is led to a hidden area. There he meets Morganna, depicted as a voice without physical appearance, and Aura, who appears as a young girl clad entirely in white, floating asleep above a bed. The storyline introduces Morganna as an ally, but her real intentions are unknown at this point.

As the story progresses many characters are introduced, some who want to help, some who have ulterior motives. Then more questions arise as to "what is happening in the game itself, who are these various characters, what are their true goals and what will happen to Tsukasa". All the while he is seen struggling with his increasingly dire situation as well as his own social and emotional shortcomings. Tsukasa isolates himself, but eventually he begins to get closer to other players, and builds strong relationships with some of them; the most important is the one born between him and Subaru, a kind and thoughtful female Heavy Axeman.

In the meantime, the anime follows the quest for the Key of the Twilight (黄昏の鍵 Tasogare no Kagi), a legendary item rumored to have the ability to bypass the system in The World. Some characters want the Key to gain the power this supposedly confers. Others believe the item will provide Tsukasa with a way to log out. Despite their reasons for seeking it, everyone agrees that it is related to Tsukasa in some way, as he is also a factor bypassing the system in the game. His body being in a coma in the real world adds a sense of urgency to the quest.

Near the end of the series Tsukasa's real-life identity takes a more central place in the storyline, particularly in relation to his growing bond with Subaru.The series shows his fear and insecurity as he confesses to her that he is probably a girl in the real world. It is also at this point when Tsukasa is told Morganna's plan by a highly skilledhacker called Helba. Morganna conceived the plan to link Aura to a character who could corrupt her with negative emotional data, placing her in a state where she would never awaken. The chosen character was Tsukasa, as his mind was filled with distressful memories of his real life. Helba also suggests that when Aura is able to awaken, "the Key of the Twilightwill take form".

The story reaches its climax when Tsukasa confronts Morganna. Then the viewer sees him declaring that he is no longer afraid of her or of reality, and will log out because there is someone he wants to see. This statement triggers Aura's awakening, allowing Tsukasa to log out. The last scenes feature an emotional encounter between Tsukasa's real-life self, finally shown to be a girl, and the real-life player behind Subaru.

(Source: http://en.wikipedia.org)

I want to save all the 'About Me's that I've ever made, ya know?

2010-09-16T18:30:00.000+10:00

I never knew that cats died when you hit them. No one told me they bled like that. They all kept me in the dark.
My poor pussy. I was ill-informed. So sorry.
Find it in your heart to forgive me. I took it out and saved it just for that.

His sweet songs which are like cherry on my lips.
One day they leave me and I cry for it.
But they take that from me- time takes it from me.
His special songs no more. My kisses no more.
My writing still there, crumpling.

She burst into the room crying. Her tears dripped on the floor and her wails could be heard two buildings away. Her hair was messy and everywhere. The room she had just burst into was completely empty. It was her crying room. So she shut the sound-proof door and did exactly that.

This. Is. Life.

2010-09-12T08:26:00.002+10:00

Scrolling through post after post....

MY MIND IS GOING TO EXPLODE!!!!

If the world was based off sun religion!

2010-08-31T16:30:00.001+10:00

Sorry, title got nothing to do with post.

I get so much sleep, I wake up about an hour before my alarm even rings!
A weakness should not be shared, because then it morphs into a big gaping hole.
A weakness should not be shared, even if it's a weakness for lollipops (just kidding!).
But a weakness should definitely be shared in maths.

I just remembered I have homework to do...

oh ho ho ho ho!!

2010-07-13T17:36:00.001+10:00

Oct. 14th, 2008 at 10:28 PM

I wrote a story.... I'm uploading it. You can read it if you want, reveiw. Say anything. Im bored... are you? You probably are if your'e reading this.
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Mariko looked at her friend Keke. She was face down, head in her arms and lying on her mothers bed. Keke’s mum was humming to herself and looking through the shelves for some ointment. Keke’s mum had told Mariko not to worry, it was painless. The wings, that where about to sprout, would not hurt Keke at all.
“She may feel a bit dizzy at the end from loss of blood but right now all she can probably feel is a little weird sensation that, let me tell you Mariko, is very hard to explain, but.” Keke’s mother paused to open the ointment, “dose not hurt a bit. So why don’t you sit next to Keke and tell her how far her wings have come?”
Mariko nodded her head hesitantly as Keke’s mother applied ointment on Keke’s back. Those words were meant to be reassuring, and they were, in a way. All she needed to know was Keke, her best friend, was in no pain and was fine. It also meant that when she got her wings, her ‘wings of Neter’, it would also be painless. And it didn’t matter that her mother and father weren’t around right now, she was sure Keke’s mother, who always insisted she call her Mama, would help when she got her ‘wing of Neter’. And looking back at Keke, she was sure she would need it.
Keke’s whole back was covered in blood but she hadn’t said a word. In fact she seemed to be in a light doze.
So; it’s alright, Mariko told herself.
Mariko walked over to Keke’s bed and knelt on the floor beside her. She woke Keke from her light doze and asked her if she’d like to know how far her wings had come. Keke nodded enthusiastically and smiled. Keke was always so full of energy; one of the things Mariko was envious of her for. She was also always very kind and brave and doing many things to help fellow villagers. She was what her mother, if she was here, would call a ‘model Neter’.
“Okay,” said Mariko looking at her back. She couldn’t see anything but blood right now, not even little stumps of wings. “I can’t see anything so far, but I’m sure there’ll be something soon.” She gave a reassuring smile to Keke before continuing, “What color do you want your wings to be?” She asked full of curiosity because she just realized, in the 12 years they had been friends she had never once asked Keke that question. Why? She didn’t really know.
“White!” Keke squealed looking like she was about to jump out the bed, “you know, it being the strongest color and all. What about you?”
The answer wasn’t too surprising, the color white was considered a lucky and strong color in Neter.
“White as well.” Mariko said.
Just then there was a little ‘splooch’ as two white stumps came out of Keke’s back.
“Look! You’ve got white wings! Isn’t that exciting!?”
“Really?” Keke attempted to look at her back before being scolded by her mother to lie still.
“Don’t worry, you’ll see them soon enough.” She said.
“Aw! I want to see them now!!!” Keke complained.
“No, after the fifteen minutes it will take to get them all the way out, you’ll have the rest of you life to see them.”
Keke grumbled before going back to her earlier position. Mariko leant in toward her ear and whispered, “Don’t worry, its not that big a deal right now. Just two little stumps so don’t worry.”
Keke nodded but you could tell she was still gutted about not being able to see them NOW! But, knowing Keke, in a less than five minutes she would be back to jumping around and smiling.
The next fifteen minutes of her wings coming where spent in silence. Usually Keke would be the one talking and filling in any silences but right now, from all the blood loss, she was very tired and didn’t feel like doing that.
The time passed surprisingly fast. At the end, Keke’s mother, ‘Mama’, slowly helped Keke up into a sitting position then, using water and a special type of soap, cleaned her brand-new wings. There was still blood on her back but she’d have to clean that herself in the shower. Keke had white hair, so when she had finished cleaning and had come out again, ready to experiment with her new wings, it looked amazing. Her hair was up to small of her back so it went perfectly between her wings when tied in a pony-tail, like how she had tied it right now. And also, because her wings where still small enough, her hair, when lose, could cover her whole wings. But Keke didn’t want to keep her wings small, she wanted to get outside right now and train her wings to become strong and watch her wings, “grow and grow and grow and grow and grow!!! Till there so big they can’t grow anymore!”
Mariko laughed with her and they both ran outside. Mariko was at first a little bit jealous that Keke could play with her wings already but it slowly went away. Damn, Keke’s laugh was infectious.
At the end of a very eventful day, Mariko went home thinking she wouldn’t be getting her wings for at least another month. Imagine her surprise when she got them the day after and it wasn't even close to painless.
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Tell me if you want me to continue... :P Thanks for reading and have a good day!

Mood: blank
Music:The ends

sorry ronni. you gave me permission :3

2010-06-07T09:52:00.005+10:00

VERONICA IS GETTING BRACES TOMORROW!

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That's Veronica's tantrum.

haha.

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Marketing, babes.

2010-06-01T16:44:00.001+10:00

You said, "don't move. I'll be back soon."
And so I haven't. I'm still here, and I'm still waiting.
People bring me food, I pee in a pan.
So what, maybe you estimated the time wrong, but you never ever lied to me, so why would you start now?
People tell me your dead but that can't be true because if it was, I would surely see you as a ghost, or something, seeing as how dead I feel inside.
You said you'd be back. And I trust you.

by IZManiac444

You can't trust anything in a newspaper but the date.

2010-05-31T21:14:00.000+10:00

-

2010-05-30T15:05:00.000+10:00

I got a manga sampler! How strange and... cool.

+_+

2010-05-29T16:51:00.000+10:00

by Skia

Once upon a time there was an old man. This guy cherished dancing, but there was one problem: his old age has succumbed him to a walking stick and long naps. Dancing energetically and properly was out of the question. It was sad. He got sad. He sat listening to music, he would earlier have danced to, and just choreographed in his mind. Sometimes he would kick out, or raise his arm, but then his back would hurt. Very annoying. Later on, he died. I don't know what happened to him after that. THE END

My shoes were filled with stones so I stopped to empty them out.

2010-05-16T12:23:00.000+10:00

moonrise by ~eocjtlels

HI.

I'm getting my bedroom renovated. It's going to have a huge walk in closet with little compartments for toys and stuff and an en suite! How awesome, right? The best bit is that it's going to have a little tiny door in the corner that you can crawl through and hide. It's going to open up to a 1 meter by 1 meter room, high enough to kneel in. CAN'T WAIT.

No, no. I lie. I wish though.

Weather

2010-04-25T17:56:00.002+10:00

Ima write about the weather:
Winter is my favourite season and yo; autumn always proceeds winter.

In autumn my self slowly fills with them: those (yo) dry and brittle carcasses of leaves that know exactly of their fate. I'm the ground that's frequently used.

My favourite colour's are orange, yellow, red and brown so it's like I started to welcome the autumn leaves as soon as I grew a personality.

And when winter does come, my warm dry cover is blown away and then the rain and chill comes. But yo; I like it better then autumn because the rain is always washing me clean, though I get sick and depressed easily. 'Cause yo', at least I'm not dirty.

What's with all these summer people? They are so dusty.

Bored As.

2010-04-12T14:44:00.002+10:00

Hey (?).
How are you?(?) As I (?) so (?) typically (?) wonder (?).
Guess (?) what? (?)
Now (?) you can't (?) blame me (?) for anything (?) I say (?), because (?) I'm all (?) unsure (?).

by sensing-owls

Er. er...

2010-03-21T11:17:00.002+11:00

Hey peeps. I'm in a bloggin' mood (obviously a bad thing).

From:

Kinnéidigh Garrett (first)

Olivia Bee (second)

Elfie Dreams (last two)

yeah... I don't know. What's your favourite colour?

Oh well... there's always next time... -_-"

2010-03-20T20:39:00.002+11:00

OH MA GAWD, I am so bored.
I just missed a birthday party that I really wanted to attend. REGRET. This is the saddest I've ever been in my life.
'Nywayz, yeah.

That video is for anyone who has lots of time to waste, like me.

I've lost myself. And now this sudden feeling I've suddenly obtained...
It's a feeling of dread: of trying to copy so many people and merge them into me. Pretending that that's me. That that's not just you. Trying to copy people who don't even exist. Just pretend to exist.
I hate the people I admire most.
And I know you all know this, but I'm sure you need reminding. I think of all the people who are skeptical of this whole "losing myself" agenda and I think your probs. right. But what I really think is that I want to know everything so that I can be mentally superior to all you fucking half-wits.

Reading Harry Potter again! So wonderful :D

2010-03-17T21:34:00.000+11:00

Heeyyyyyyyyy, like, heyyyyyyyyy.

First of all: I made my first AMV, hahahahahahhahahahahahahahhaha, what a laugh.

Second of all: I suck at blogging.

Bye.

OMGOMGOMGOMGOMG

2010-02-17T21:13:00.000+11:00

I'm so jealous of the people in the crowd.

wa-hoo. what a crap post.

2010-02-08T16:15:00.002+11:00

Some really awesome photos from ShortAxel

And a video

Splurge

2010-02-07T19:23:00.010+11:00

If anything, what I really wanted to do was open my heart.

Slice it open and let everyone see my little arteries and smell my blood as it seeps out.

But if I did that... people might think I'm weird.

The past day or two I have become slightly obsessed with two cosplayers (both from FDP): Twinfools and Nova.
Yeah... THEY ARE SO GOOD...
just to let you know...

Answer in only one word thing.

2010-02-03T20:24:00.004+11:00

Your Cell Phone? sucks.
Your Hair? annoying.
Your Mother? blah.
Your Father? blah.
Your Favorite Food? lasagne.
Your Dream Last Night? ze-ro.
Your Favorite Drink? juice.
Your Dream/Goal? successful.
What Room Are You In? mum's.
Your Hobby? anything.
Your Fear? unknown.
Where Do You See Yourself In Six Years? unknown.
Where Were You Last Night? sleeping.
Something That You Aren’t? anything.
Muffins? awesome.
Wish List Item? scrubs.
Where Did You Grow Up? here.
Last Thing You Did? synchro.
What Are You Wearing? clothes.
Your TV? tv.
Your Pets? ze-ro.
Friends? there.
Your Life? average.
Your Mood? normal.
Missing Someone? possibly.
Vehicle? rickshaw.
Something You Aren’t Wearing? shoes.
Your Favorite Store? lots.
Your Favorite Color? orange.
When Was The Last Time You Laughed? today.
Last Time You Cried? days.
Your Best Friend? funny.
One Place You Go To Over And Over Again? school.
Facebook? annoying.
Favorite Place To Eat? restaurant.

Joanna

2010-01-17T14:15:00.009+11:00

My friend Joanna asked me during one of our msn conversations for me to write a post about her. So here it is:

Joanna

I met Joanna in prep but didn't actually get to know her until grade 1. Sometime during grade 1 I decided that I wanted a best friend and Joanna was the best candidate (she made me laugh the most).

TADA

And then we were best friends.

Okayyyyyyyyy wellllllllllllllllll...

Joanna just came back from visiting China. :D

Some facts about her visit to China:

- she made a snow angel.

- she got a cold.

- she took lots of pictures with wax statues.

- she pretended to be an astronaut.

- she walked across a frozen river.

- we were pen pals/e-pals during the time she was there.

TADA

p.s I made this randomly and out of boredom. Enjoy?

Another un-planned, nothing to talk about, post. -_-

2010-01-08T10:40:00.001+11:00

I am is so bored.
I am is reading The Book Thief by Markus Zusak. I am is half way through it.
Anyone else read it? (Because I have nothing else to say. And that book is right next to me and caught my attention while writing this.)
I am is still bored.
What else can I talk to you about? That you might be faintly interested in?

I'm buying runners later today. Or maybe tomorrow.

Anyway.

2010-01-05T14:54:00.011+11:00

My "synchro" birthday party was cancelled because out of the three people I invited (no one does synchronized swimming), two couldn't come. Or so I thought.
The day came and I was taking random pictures whilst in all grey (my sleeping clothes) when, oh la la, one of my synchro friends shows up! (One of the two I thought wasn't coming.) Turns out, communication was all bad etc (I didn't tell her it was cancelled because I thought she wasn't coming anyway). On the spot we decided to do this for the 6 hours my birthday party had originally been planned for: Watch Bright Star; Eat Souvlaki Hut; Play Sims 3. It went well.

by baconflavouredgum

Well.

2009-12-30T13:13:00.006+11:00

Um... yesterday it was my birthday? I'm very self-obsessed, so here I go with blogging about it to you un-willing readers.
So. It started off with me waking up. blahblahblah I'm already getting bored.
The main thing that happened was NOTHING. How annoying. My mother somehow came to a conclusion that I was "embarrassed" and "didn't want to celebrate" my birthday. How could she! I'm only turning 14, I still want the cake and presents and things going my way part. hmm.
The closest thing that got to celebrating my birthday was having to go to my mum's friend's daughter's birthday party on the same day. For some reason, the 5 years old birthday girl liked playing with me more than she liked playing with her own friends. When I asked her why she said, "they're boring." :O
I did get to cut the cake with her because it was both our birthdays on the same day. But the cake had a Santa on it, whaaaatttt???? (The father of the birthday girl thought, all kids like Santa, why not.)
So... yeah. Presents were a downer too. I only got one present from a friend who dropped by because she lives close to me. Great. Well, anyway: Just need to wait another 365 days. Hopefully next year will be better. :D

by SkatmanUchiha

Okay, yes, I'm pretty much obsessed with Naruto and the friend who came over gave me a Naruto Shippuuden 2010 Calander. She knows me so well.

Yesterday was relatively good.

2009-12-21T15:32:00.011+11:00

It was good enough, and I'm bored enough, to blog about it.
I went with my mother and aunty to see this:

Project Six- "Moment of Inertia"

I loved how we were so close to the performers that you could even see them sweating!

We reached one hour early (we thought we wouldn't get parking, but we did. right...) so in that time we walked around Borders. etcetc

Yes, well anyway. I plan to try and make sushi and apple pie today but plans never work out so whatever.

Orange Day

2009-12-16T23:02:00.000+11:00

Christmas is soon. Why is it so popular? Probably because it's just an excuse to give and get presents...
I think people should take initiative. Don't wait for someone else to give you an excuse, make your own! For example: Orange day.
A day were you drink orange juice and eat oranges and other things like orange cookies and cake and give presents wrapped in orange gift wrap to each other.

by koinogenki

See there? It wasn't too hard now was it? It can be just with family, celebrated whenever oranges are on sale.
- Anyway, I have nothing to talk about but... Christmas is coming soon.