Memoirs of a Poobah

My Second English Lesson In Year 10

2007-02-06T15:09:00.000+11:00

As preparation for the upcoming assignment, "My First...", I thought I would write something similar.

Room M, which is usually stifling due to being a third floor room, is nice and airy. The noise level is moderate and would probably deemed to be an "acceptable noise level" by most teachers.

Yi-Ling is currently pointing at something random and now she is proceeding to cut out something from a magazine ever so carefully. Fiona is smiling and just said (wait, I can't hear) oh wait, she said, "something spotty". Yi-ling had said before, "we both have muffins".

Jadey Huray ( Hip hip huray) is being her usual self and commented, "oh my god. Are you really going to write that?" Yes, Jadey, I am really going to write that.

Vivian, if she hadn't noticed, is cutting out something with a nice looking cake on the back of it. Vivian has her sleeves pulled up and is looking very excited by the current task on hand (it reminds you of a little like those preps who have been given the task to cut out little dogs on paper, doesn't it?).

Wensi has gotten up because of Gwen's call. She is smiling amiably and is making her way to.. no wait, she stopped to talk to Vivian. There, she is now talking to Fiona and Yi-ling. She has now sat down... wait, no she hasn't, Yi-ling just said something. What is up with this Wensi? Doesn't she know that ladies of PLC work sitting down?! Of course not... just joking..

Clare, who is taking the advantage of having laptops, is on youtube. Should she be on there? Should I even be on here? The answer would be no but the simple thing is: we are doing nothing useful but cutting up stupid pictures and searching for tragic love poems (in the case of Helene).

Who should we turn to next? Oh wait no, Mrs Ross has announced that we should pack up like little preps. Okay, so we are really preps in the bodies of year 10s but hell, who cares?

Until next time, which I would say if I had my timetable but my dad is photocopying it... but yes.

Oh. My. God. 2006.

2006-12-05T16:12:00.000+11:00

Oh. My. God. Yes. Another year has passed by.

Was there anything to have been missed in the school year of 2006? Not sure but let's recap.

The things that were worth missing in 2006:

Term 1

-The retirement of Mrs Ward. We love you Mrs Ward!!! *cough cough*

-The ~~consummation~~ gaining of a new relationship between Viv and Stoof. From a number of witnesses, this relationship was mostly ~~consummated~~ gained during the periods on the bus to camp and inside tents whilst on camp. Unfortunately, the fire that may have raged previously has burned down somewhat. Nevermind. YAY FOR VIV AND STOOF! XD.

-Viv's birthday! Although that wasn't really that important but I suppose it should get a mention.

Term 2

-The Saga Of The Retarded Skirt occurred. Through some paranormal circumstances, the winter skirt of a certain individual seemed to look always retarded.

-Joanne's birthady. Also Stoof's birthday happened. Oh, and mine. Some other people's birthdays too, I think

-My hairstyle change from the ~~helmet-haircut~~ err... interesting hair style to the way it is now. Sort of...

Term 3

-STRAWBERRY PANIC! AIRED! YAY! Shizuma/Nagisa! *cough cough*

-Ying's birthday. er.. whoopee doo.

-The meeting with fugly Wilson and his mullet. Go to a hair salon and get your money back pip ass. YOU DO NOT LOOK GOOD WITH A MULLET. *shiver*

-The stupid ~~stalker~~ geography assignment. We all want to aspire to be your stalker! yay...

Term 4

- Mrs Collins comes to town. Hello woman who loves to talk about missing earrings in assembly. I mean who would have thought of it? Missing earrings? No way....

-Wensi's birthday. Gloria's birthday. Jadey's birthday. Um. Gwen's too. Err... Slarkin's? wth... why are there so many...

-Stoof's fantastic landing-on-bum adventure.

-"Todays hymn is hymn number 166. That's 1. 6. 6." XD

-The fight between... dun dun dun... Gwendolen-kins and me. Err... definitely worth missing.

So. In a nutshell, was there anything to miss? Probably not. But we had a fun year. So, all the best, the year nine 2006. We'll never have you again and we'll probably won't remember anything about it... but that's it.

Onward ho to 2007. God that sounded gay.

Problems

2006-11-29T17:54:00.000+11:00

I have problems.

Why?

I'm not sure. Maybe it's because I was born with problems.

Anyway. So I have problems.

Geez I hate myself.

Then again, one shouldn't hate oneself should they? Otherwise they don't love God.

Omg, I am so seriously messed.

How stupid is this post. I mean really, it's all about me. LOL.

Main point: I have problems and I'm confused. Feel free to confirm my statements.

The Adventure Of I Can Smell Your Brain and The Curse

2006-09-29T10:52:00.000+10:00

The following should disturb you:

I Can Smell Your Brain.

If written on a back of a t-shirt in red letters with ~~blood dripping ever so slowly from them~~ nice embellishments, would you not be disturbed?!

Does it look like I want you to smell my brain? (I heard brains smell like a weird version of blue cheese...)

Furthermore, why would you want to smell my brain?

The man who was wearing this t-shirt was of average height and build. He had sandy hair and had glasses. This man looked average. However! Don't serial murderers tend to look average?

Barnes and Nobles is an ever so interesting bookstore.

It seems that Generation X and Y seem to suffer from a terrible curse.

What is this curse?

This curse shall be dubbed as The All-I-Can-Think-About-At-A-Bookstore-Is-How-To-Improve-My-Performance-At-Something-That-Usually-Includes-A-Bed (or whatever else you might prefer)-And-Another-Person-From-The-Opposite-Sex (then again, maybe not from the opposite sex. It's really okay if you don't want to have another person with different chromosomes than you) Curse.

How terrible this curse is!

Sufferers from this curse may find themselves having this wacky idea of marketing products that "enhance your performance to new levels" at bookstores.

Other sufferers may find themselves buying these products at bookstores.

These are just some of the sufferes of this curse.

If you find that you are a sufferer, fear not! Do not hesitate to contact your nearest voodoo witch and buy one of their ~~amazing~~ voodoo dolls (no charge on the needles provided in your very own voodoo doll if paid by cash!). In no time you will find that you will no longer be under this curse but be instead entranced by the ~~fishy junk mail offers sent to you on behalf of the sponsors of Voodoo Witch Co.~~ the wonder of voodoo witches.

On the other hand, if you are an innocent observer whose eyes happened to be attracted to particular words such as "performance" and "libido" like myself, please pat yourself on your back and bake some cookies. The world is in need of more observant people like ourselves.

As I said before, Barnes and Nobles is an ever interesting bookstore. Visit it sometime. Who knows what ~~underhand business deals~~ adventure you might stumble on?

One step for a grandma, one giant leap to technology

2006-09-25T12:36:00.000+10:00

Is it just me or is Gwen becoming less and less... prissy? It must be the swearing...

Something very momentous occurred today. And I mean VERY momentous. In fact, this may be the first step for Asian grandmothers and grandfathers to embrace modern technology.

Wait for it.

*Drumroll*

My grandmother bought an iPod.

Um, well. I mean, it's really not that big but I still think that it's a big deal. Hell, I didn't even think my grandma knew what a mp3 player was. Obviously not, since she wanted to buy one here.

Still.

I now like Dr Pepper. So yummy.... yummy... yummy... Viv, if you read this before you leave toronto, BUY DR PEPPER IF YOU HAVEN'T ALREADY. ahh... I'm addicted to it.

Oh and another thing, they're obsessed with Ice Tea. They always seem to ask if one wants to drink ice tea whenever you go to an eatery.

Oh the quirky things of Texas. What is up with "y'all" thing anyway? I went to sleep at 3 am last night. Be proud! I stayed up late...

I am craving my iPod.

Bah.

The Urgency Of A Bumptuous Individual

2006-09-24T14:29:00.001+10:00

It is currently 11:27 pm.

I wonder how I will be able to adjust to the Melbourne time once I arrive. I have a sneaky feeling that I will be suffering from severe jet lag once I get there.

Bah, I sound boring.

Texas, Waco to be exact, is not how I would have imagined. For one thing, it is very green. Yes, I was quite surprised. Call it being naive and not being very knowledgeable of some of USA's states but, it really did hit me that it was so green. I mean, sure, there is a whole lot of dried grass everywhere (Namely the lawn of our house. I swear, what happened to the bloody sprinkling system?) but I'm sure that is a given since it's incredibly hot here. One other thing I should mention: THEY'RE ALL BLOODY OBSESSED WITH THEIR BLOODY LAWN. Everyone (Except us. Again, I question what happened to the sprinkler system...). There aren't any water restrictions here so you see sprinklers turned on in the middle of the day. Weird.

Omg, I sound so boring, I swear.

I have once again realised that I am quite scared of toilets. I'm not really quite sure why. Let's see... I'm so damn scared of the plane toilets. What is up with flush?! It's so loud... I have gotten into the habit of opening the door of the toilet before I flush the toilet so that I can make a quick escape. ARGH. It's so bad... plus it's so embarrassing... argh..

And another thing. I hate the evil red eye. DIE EVIL RED EYE. DIE. Why did someone have to invent the automatic flush toilet? I mean why?! What is the point? jeebus... I'm always scared of those toilets... So anyway, I'm sure most of you know my usual toilet habits. Well.. maybe not. Katherine Bailey does. Err.. random. However. SPREADING TOILET TISSUE ON A BLOODY TOILET SEAT WHEN THE EVIL RED EYE WATCHING IS NOT COMFORTABLE. In fact, I find it quite disconcerting. I notice that all the american airports have automatics. How unfortunate.

Gah. I'm coming back on Monday! ^_^ Home sweet home. I get to see Titan! Squeeeee... I miss him so much.

Please note that this post is utterly boring. I think I should make another post tomorrow to compensate.

For now, I shall continue to listen to Dopo Il Sogno... la!

The Wonders Of PMS

2006-08-19T17:38:00.000+10:00

So, I have been spurred to blog today. Yippee.

I really have nothing inspirational to blog about but! Since something quite *interesting* happened to me, I thought that I would blog about. Curious.

First, let us list The Wonders Of PMS:

1. It lets one become edgy and extremely pissy

2. The surrounding people of the subject who has contracted (Could PMS be considered as a, heaven forbid, disease?!) PMS become wary

3. It gives that wonderful chance for the idiotic person who blames everybody's mood swings on PMS to really experience what the hell PMS actually feels like. Hell yeah.

Oh joy, the three golden opportunities that PMS brings. My gosh, I'm being horribly open about this but anyway.... I have no shame! *cough*

On a lighter note that does not include any details about the inner workings of the human body, I watched V for Vendetta and Match Point. I have to say that V for Vendetta really did suit my tastes. It was a far cry from the Matrix and its sequals but in a good way. Not overly computer generated, although, technology has advanced so it would be kinda obvious that you wouldn't have the Matrix showing up everywhere. Um um... it was good! People should watch it. Somehow, I like those sort of movies. No Sci-Fi or sorts although I do like Sci-Fi but more... One-Courageous(?)-Man-Against-The-Whole-World-Or-Is-It-The-Government-? sort of movie. Hmm...

On the other hand, Match Point sort of showed that one should not have an affair! When you find yourself er... attracted to another person but you are married, hit yourself! Immediately! It is bad, very bad as... things will happen. So, read my words: DO NOT HAVE AN AFFAIR. yay.

I think I shall add that I lost my revision sheet. I had a tantrum in my room. It was, ever so pleasant.

Blab and more blab

2006-07-23T20:29:00.000+10:00

I have updated. Ha! I am into pointing out the most obvious things, such as this.

Wilson Weng is a crap ass and using that title doesn't even start to describe how much of an arse he is. Gosh, I just really want to rub it in that he really doesn't look good with a mullet. Eww... It's just.. yuck. Disgusting. Yuck. Disgusting... (you get the point)

This is the time, I think, to devulge in the more embarrassing moments of the Lee family. Ready? Good.

My mother and I went shopping at Box Hill at one of the Korean stores to get kimchi (Yes, we did run out and yes, that is why we went to get more. Hello... I did actually say that I have a thing of pointing out obvious matters... duh...). Anyway. So, we walk into the shop. It is at this moment that my cheeks start to burn. My mother stands surprised for a few moments.

Mother: Hmm... the place changed again.

Me: Uh huh... that would be why they keep the kimchi at the front not at the back.

Mother: Well anyway, which kimchi do you want?

Me: Er... the normal kind?

Mother: Katherine, you can have the (insert korean word which is actually paldo) kimchi or you can have the other ones...

Me: Then I'll have to recognise it by how it looks, not what the bag says. <--- that comment didn't even fit in with the trend of the conversation but anyway...

Mother: Well... still... what kimchi do you want?

Me: Oh, that one. (points at desired kimchi)

Mother: Oh right, looks good. (picks up bag and reads korean, something that I still have to learn... )

Me: Hey mom! It's made in Canterbury! (notices big english letters saying Canterbury Road, Canterbury)

Mom: ...

Me: No? It's says it's from Canterbury...

Mom: That's in Sydney...

Me: It is?

Mom: Yes... note the postcode... (it starts with 2 and has weird digits)

Me: Oh right...

Mom: Do you want anything else? Seaweed?

Me: Ooh... yummy (catches the sight of seaweed. you know, the seaweed salad)

It is at this point a random Korean guy comes over. Okay... maybe not random since he obviously runs the shop.

Man: Like the seaweed? It's Japanese. Very yummy. (says all of that in accented english. My god, jeebus... it's a sort of I-call-television-terebision accent. Damn weird.)

Mom: ...

Me: ...

Man: ...

Mom: I know. (She said that in korean)

Man: ==" Right... I hadn't realised you were korean because you spoke english... (says in korean)

Mom: ...

Anyway... I'm bored. This was stupid and I don't really care. Goodbye...

"Hi! I'm your friendly stalker..."

2006-07-09T19:49:00.000+10:00

So anyway, I did my geography assignment today. I'm not exactly sure what PLC is trying to achieve but I think one of them is perhaps training us to become stalkers.

Wouldn't it be so damn weird if you saw someone walking up and down the street with ridiculously large steps? I mean, wouldn't it?! Oh yes, we must remember to add that this person also took regular notes of twenty houses. Wouldn't that seem pretty weird to you?!

There was a woman in her 70s who was in her garden. (I believe that house was a californian bungalow and was in good condition) She was watching me with mild interest as I strode past number 20 about five times. When I crossed the road to do the same to her house (ever so discreetly), she asked me whether I was alright. Perhaps it was because I had this ridiculous face on but I assured her that I was doing a geography assignment, not taking notes of houses because I was a stalker/thief. *cough cough*

PLC IS OUTRAGEOUS!!!

P.C.'s* house was not forgotten! HAHAHA!!! I DID HIS HOUSE TOO!!! oh in any case, there were diplomatic service guys in the car who were staring at me. JUST HOW EMBARRASSING CAN YOU GET?! HAHAHA!!! P.C.'s* house is made of cement and is a geometric design or something like that!!! I AM A STALKER!!!

*cough cough* Why is Geography so stupid?!

I have discovered why my calves are so thick and unseemly. It is because I run on the balls of my feet. Therefore, the calves are used more and that is why they are so bulky! Ta Da!!!! The solution? I shall run with my whole heel!!! HA! Slim calves, here I come...

omg... how random can you get? This whole post was so random...

I know everything about your house.... I'm your friendly stalker...

Han

2006-06-30T09:17:00.000+10:00

I have had the urge to post once again. I really should not make this a habit. I could be obliged to blog every week and that would be indeed disturbing.

Han. Han is a korean concept. It is a deep and profound sadness. It is so deep and so profound that one cannot even cry. Yet, in that sadness, there is a sense of hope.

I was thinking about that concept. It made me wonder if that is what the Holocaust survivors felt, sadness with hope. I wonder if I will ever feel as strong as an emotion as Han.

I think about all the things that I have felt sad over in my life. I find the need to question whether any of those times I have been sad was really true sadness. Reading about Han just makes me wonder whether any of the emotions that I feel are really true emotions. Compared to Han, my sadness is nothing but a shadow of it. Will we ever feel the "true" emotions?

Han is just a concept but still. It is almost like I know what Han is and I have felt it before yet, how could I have? I have not gone through true hardship and sadness like others of my age. I do not think that I am entitled to feel Han but still the feelling lingers.

Pfft... I'm just going on about something stupid. lol, That stuff up there doesn't even make sense. I'm just going on about nothing. XD. Well, it's fun to go on about nothing sometimes.

A short post. Do you see?

It's called guilt

2006-06-18T19:42:00.000+10:00

As the name suggests, I am blogging out of guilt. (It really has been a long time since I blogged...)

Lots of things have changed, methinks. For example, I did not get a B in Geography (Hallelujah!). I mean really, that's truly a miracle. Then again, I have been trying in Geog... I think it would have been a bit unreasonable if I had got a B.

Well, dearest Kooka died. I believe that she is up there somewhere (still prancing around and chasing swallows). That would be another reason why religion is so important. Besides the valid point that religion could have been merely a fiction of the human mind, I do think that there is a God out there. Call it blind faith, but it still gives me faith and hope. So I don't think that I can get too wrong. I mean, if something gives you a little hope and faith, what's the harm in believing?

I have a cold! Mind you, it was my dad who gave me this cold. I did think that I wouldn't catch it from him, but it seems I have. Damn, where has all the luck gone?

I've been really lazy for the past couple of days. I really haven't done any work. I would feel almost guilty but I really do feel lethargic. Blame it all on the cold. These colds can give you such a turn.

I find that food gives me a lot of joy in my life. I really cannot be stuffed about body mass and all that (Shock and horror for Gwen). If there's food that I want, I WILL enjoy it and love every moment of it. I will NOT feel guilty while eating it. Though I admit that I may feel guilty afterwards. Frankly, I do believe in the philosophy that you can eat anything that you want if you eat in moderation and if one exercises. With that, you can really do anything. Yes! Come KFC!

(If you are wondering, I did eat KFC tonight. I did not eat too much, much to my dismay. I think I may be losing the appetite)

Bah, I'm not going to sleep well tonight.

I feel guilty. And no, it is not because I have not blogged. I mentioned that up there. Blegh. Er... Well anyway. Ying, I'm so sorry that I didn't wish you luck. Hmm... I did call you on Friday, but you didn't answer. Moving on...

I crave for jelly. I want jelly. I need jelly. I seriously want to make some jelly now. Jelly.....

I had an urge today. I had this immense urge to play golf. So, if Stoof decides to play golf, then I will play with her. Actually, my mother suggested that I play golf. I did take golf lessons but um, I was not obviously good. Hmm... in any case.

Overall, I think that this semester has been a success. I didn't get so many Bs! Joy! AHAHAHAHA!!! I really do suck.

Ahem. MR DOWNIE IS A STUPID TEACHER. I HOPE HE DOES SOMETHING WEIRD AND CHANGES HIS TEACHING STYLE. I am shocked. I really wish we didn't have Mr Downie for Science.

I hear that you lose quite a few brain cells while having a cold. In that case, if I sound dumb or stupid to you, you know what to blame it on. Blame the cold! Muahaha...

BLAME THE COLD. ahem...

I'm running out of things to say. How pleasant. I feel like I'm going to sneeze. Okay... maybe not. Omg, I've been sneezing so much.

I shall now... say good bye....

Blegh.

The Final Act

2006-02-16T17:16:00.001+11:00

Has anyone noticed that if you smile, someone else may smile? For example, if one were to walk around somewhere, and randomly smile at a person who passes, that person will probably smile. Furthermore, the person may actually say hello. I think it's more of a psychological thing.

Moving on.

Camp seems to be drawing near. It is... the 16th of February. I believe that there is a fortnight until camp. A fortnight may be a long way away, so, perhaps one day may be better shorter? I make no sense, but I meant the Twilight Picnic. Frankly, I don't think of it as a BIG social event, but who am I to say? I haven't been to one, and I do not plan to.

Next topic.

I don't know how other people do it. Like Ying, Viv and Wensi. I mean, how can you go on about something? I can't even imagine how boring my posts must be.

I think it would be interesting for all of you to know what I did at lunch time today. I wagged house meetings (how naughty I am), so naturally, I wagged with other people. Namely, Dot, Amanda and Thingee. We went to the Boarding House. Ooh, I found out some interesting stuff. I found out that the boarding people aren't allowed to share food and if they are caught doing so, they do not receive their food for the day, or something like that. Actually, it was Amanda who told me that, not Thingee. I also found out that the Boarding House sushi is really weird. Who in the world puts kraft mayo in sushi. Hang on, my mum does that, but that's beside the point. They also put capsicum in it! WTH?!

Ahem, I do hope " " isn't reading this. Oh well... " " can be really nasty. I mean, you shouldn't laugh hysterically at someone's photo. By "someone", I mean that a person who isn't a friend. I can be nasty but I don't think I would have done that. Oh wait, I may have, but currently, no situation of my doing so comes to mind. It was so nasty of " " to do such a thing.

I have had enough of " ".

Well, I think I should go.

The Curtain Draws!

-End

Recapitulation for 2005

2006-01-01T17:49:00.000+11:00

Due to some outside influence (namely Jess), I have decided to directly copy someone else's idea of having a recap on the now previous year.

ahem

Term One, The Nastiness

Although it is somewhat vague in my mind, I remember being nasty. (I know you're nodding your heads, I was born with the gift of a psychic!) This was also the term when I was still very immature. I think it was because of the year seven influence.

I played Softball and Catherine Phillip's dad told me to hold the bat a little closer since the swing would come around faster. We were playing some weird school that had a stupid pitcher who could pitch fast.

Term Two, Dregs of Nastiness and Rain

So anyway, I think I was still really nasty and bitchy in term two. I think I must have diverted my nastiness to some other person. I sound so mean. In retrospect, I still think I am, but it's diluted. Like Nick's blood in Across the Wall! I'm becoming random.

In Term Two, it rained a lot. Figures, it was winter.

Term Three, The Blurry Term

Term Three was blurry, hence the name. I can't remember much about it. I remember that I played Volleyball with Wensi. I also found out that my serves get really dodgy and that I can't slide, even with the aid of knee thingees. In hindsight, this term was probably the term of revelations. Revelations meaning I realised things about people/things. It wasn't also one-way, I think it could be said that people realised things about yours truly. It's quite sad really.

I was quite proud that I got an A+ in Geography. It was in that big project thing. It proves that I am not entirely dumb in Geography, even though I seem to be very lax in it.

Term Four, the Freshest

I can remember certain things very well in Term Four. I can remember that I actually like it when it rains in summer. Although it's not very pleasant when it rains in summer (because the trams get really yucky), I liked the smell and freshness of the air. (I sound so poetic... not!) I found out some surprising things like Mrs Johnston is really observant. Now that's not something we get to find out everyday, is it? The bitchiness and nastiness died down on my part. Things were on and off. (I'm not making sense but hey, I wasn't good at english) I learnt more about yours truly this term.

In this term, I made an effort too look good at Speech Night. Can you believe it? I actually ironed my shirt, skirt and tie. So proud! My skirt was actually presentable too. Though, my tights were still itching.

I suppose this year has been a successful year. Had I the chance to go back and live 2005 again, I think I could make things a whole lot better and less hurtful. Unfortunately, I have no such power, so we all have to live with the scars. If it makes things any better, I'm still licking my wounds.

It's time to close the chapter on 2005 (I had to copy a common phrase) and embrace 2006! I will make an effort for this year to be memorable but who knows how it'll turn out. Maybe next year I won't even blog. In that case, I'm not sure if anyone will know if 2006 has been successful.

(This was supposed to have an abrupt ending)

Bunny and Angel

2005-12-31T08:14:00.000+11:00

(\__/)
(- . -)
(*)_(*) Bunny is sleeping. Can you see? He ate too much.

(\ ___ /)
( \ | / )
( \(^ ^)/ )
\_ / \ _/
/ /___\ Angel is very cute!

The point of this post was to somehow achieve something. I am not sure what exactly... I shall post properly later!

Then there were 6

2005-12-24T17:02:00.000+11:00

This is the sixth post. Joy.

Christmas time has made its appearance again. How joyful. It would be okay if shops and supermarkets were not so crowded.

I have decided that I hate Christmas shopping.

The Visit to the Bakery

Mom: We need rolls!

Me: Really?

Mom: Yes!

Me: Okay...

(Mom walks over to bakery nearest to us)

Mom: Ahem, excuse me, can we get two of those rolls?

Shop Lady: Okay okay

(Shop Lady walks and takes two rolls from rack)

Shop Lady: Here

(Mom stuggles to find change. I am tapping my foot)

Mom: Oh here we are! Thankyou!

(Shop Lady hands over bag)

Shop: How many buns are there?

(Mom looks confused)

Mom: Huh?

Me: Two

Shop Lady: It's only forty cents, not sixty cents

Me: Oh boy....

Mom: Oh my! Right... hold on a moment then

(Mom rummages in purse for forty cents)

Mom:(muttering) There's forty cents in here somewhere....

(Mom finally hands over forty cents and in the process drops display bun)

Mom: Oh dear! Katherine go pick it up!

(I feel like a slave)

(Mom looks around at other buns)

Mom: *gasp* (muttering to me) These donuts are $1.50! At the other shop it was at least 80 cents. What are they trying to do, rip us off?!

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It was a highlight of the day. How intersting it was.

I have found out something new. If I have a shower and then leave the window open, the result is a bird's nest. No wonder so many people were looking at me in Safeway. It wasn't until later when my mom said to me, "Katherine, young women should have an imacculate appearance. Your hair is disgraceful. Just because you have short hair doesn't mean you don't brush it." She said this quite loudly too.

*sigh* Oh how interesting Christmas is. I will be going to the midnight mass yet again. We have never failed at not going. I shall be sleepy!

Merry Christmas to all of you and I hope your Christmas Eve was as eventful as mine! (How plasticy I must sound)

numa numa iei

2005-12-03T17:53:00.000+11:00

Blame this on Numa Numa Iei.

Don't want to take me...

lol.

I like Numa Numa.

I think I shouldn't waste time on stupid thoughts. Life is short! HA! Then again, it's the longest thing we'll know... HAHAHA... such a peverse humor. How morbid.

So, we have a week left until the end of school. Um, I mean school, school. Not including Speech Night. Joy... Christmas Holidays will be upon us soon. The usually flurry of christmas cards will come. Mom will want me to help her. I think she's going to write card this year. She missed out last year.

As I said, actually, maybe I didn't. I am obsessed with Numa Numa Iei.

Just as a random thing, I got really wet today. I forgot my umbrella. Um, stupid I am. Also, Back Row Co. caught the tram. They just had to catch the same tram... It was very awkward. ( ) was on it. I didn't know how to react.

I need to watch HP!!! Omg... seriously... nearly everyone has seen it or will see it by the end of the week. I am such a loner. *sigh* Perhaps I will go with someone random like... Vicky... lol, it will be interesting! heh...

Things go in pairs. The world was meant to go in pairs!!! Um, yes....

Dancing with you in the Summer Rain... hehehe... aww... I wouldn't want to be mean, so I will "shuttup now". Since someone may say, "Can you shuttup?!" lol... I shouldn't be mean... but truth is... I AM!!!

It's raining again.

I think my bed will be warm. ^ ^ yay...

I shall be happy! I am reminded by a locker decoration... "Be Happy"

Life is a mess sometimes, as messy as semi-wet hair. What a contrast...

A week

2005-11-30T19:57:00.000+11:00

I thought I may be random and update my blog.

I was planning to be really stupid in this post and talk about the most random things. Then again, it would be a waste.

I think that the biggest problems I have now, will probably be forgotten later and I will think of them as... trivial. It makes sense, in a way.

There was a cicada shell on a leaf. I think that cicada shells can be very inspiring. Cicada shells are like life! They are life! We discard things like how a cicada discards its shell! umm... yes...

I am influenced somewhat by a conversation I was having before.

*Newsflash* My bum hurts.

That was just for some comic relief even though it didn't work.

dumbee...

It's Day G tomorrow. The last Day G of the year. I am sad now... believe it or not, I actually liked Day G. I think it was because there were good subjects. Math, Latin, English, Science...

Life is really messy now. So many people are just... for example... ( ) is being really unreasonable and immature. ( ) is very temperamental. *sigh* ( ) confuses me a lot. ( ) is the bane of my existence at times. Mind you, only at times. All the other times are very good.

I like Melbourne. Even though it can be very cold sometimes. Melbourne is home! yummy...

Well... a week is a quite a long time. Actually, no, it isn't... but oh well.

Toilet water and randomness

2005-11-27T19:42:00.000+11:00

Toilet water is very bad. Um, it could be.

This is really random.

That's it! I'm going. This is really gay, I want to watch the gymnastics.

I am a good cook. I made minestrone. It is very good and I shall bring some tomorrow for my lunch.

I'm so stuffed.

Bach and a rather interesting conversation

2005-11-25T16:53:00.000+11:00

Well, my parents came home today. I think they brought home a lot of other stuff as well. Not just them, I meant.

This is my conversation with them in the car:

"Hi Dad!" <-- that's me

"Hello Katherine, I missed you so much." <-- my dad

*grumbles are heard from Mom*

"Umm... hi Mom... missed you too..." <-- that's me again

"Why didn't you run or do anything?!" <-- my Mom finally says something

"..." <-- me

"Don't mind her Katherine. You did run everyday didn't you?" <-- Dad, he's so supportative...

"..." <-- me

One can imagine.

So anyway, I feel better now. I am not confused about next year, finally. I finally know what's going to happen. It's such a relief for my parents to be back. lol

I am listening to some Bach... I was going to download it onto my iPod later, but I first must burn it off the CD. It is very nice. Hmm... it is taking a very long time to import. WTH IS TAKING IT SO LONG?!

*sigh*

calmness...

My parents got me Hershey Chocolate... (spelling?) lol. I thought I might bring it to school, just to be an idiot. I thought to myself, 'why in the world would I do that?' so i just ate it. It was very good. That has got to be the best chocolate i've tasted for quite a while now... yummy...

Gwen might be happy to know, that is if she ever reads my blog, that I have got four packs of the pens that she likes. In those four packs, there are one pen of the four colours... I am actually thinking of giving a pack to her. I bet she will... I dunno what she will do. dumbee...

Ah... FINALLY!!! It has finally imported. Goodness... it took so bloody long. Moi likes piano music now... How interesting.

Come to think of it, I have this scene of what may happen in the future. I have this idealistic meeting of chance for all of us. I always picture it as a busy street and all of us are walking on it. We don't know that the other people are there, but they are. We've changed, and I have become even more beautiful than I am already. I could be even working as a model... lol. We accidentally bump into each other but at first we don't recognise each other. It's only after we stare at one another for a very long time, we realise that it was a person from PLC! Brilliant!

um... very idealistic.

Blame thingee. She was the only one who brought the topic of remembering and keeping in touch with people. lol. goodness... I was just joking...

Dumbee...

I wonder if long-term things ever work. la di da. I don't know... HA! I answered my own question. How...

My finger is twitching. My right index finger seems to twitch a lot now days. It seems to get really stiff and then start moving without me even ordering it to move. Perhaps there is something wrong with me... HA! That would be the day.

dumbee...

2005-11-22T15:53:00.000+11:00

So anyway...

Due to the influence of others, I have decided to do my blog again. I just hope that it'll actually stay on the stupid computer. Umm... it will, that is if my dad doesn't wipe it again...

Okay...

well...

there's three weeks of school left, I think. Oh, how depressing.

correction, I am depressed.

umm... yes...

more later...