I took a look at my life yesterday, and I have to admit, I did have to smother an impulse to laugh.
I actually live in the most ridiculous teen comedy ever. Not one of those feel-doog ones though. The weird ones, like the zombie teen flicks, where all of the protagonist's best friends turn into brain eating, photo shop weilding, twitter status updating maniacs who weild an axe of pure hysterical madness.
Okay, so I took the metaphor a bit far.
BUT it is ridiculous, and one does have to laugh - I guess. Though it can be disheartening at times to be surrounded by the undead little bitches.
MOVING ON.
G wants everyone to know that he is gonna get kicked out of school and end up as a wine-o cleaning the streets of Hong Kong as he missed his IOC.
I woke up super late today and ran all the way to the tube station(buses were all full) had a minor panic attack when the train wouldn't fucking move. Arrived in the middle of an EE meeting to the usual threats of pestilence and plague if work is not complete. Or if we don't tidy up our lunch, in respect to our dear, dear cleaning lady. Needless to say -
nobody cared.
Will probably not be allowed out for Hallowe'en, the mostly absent mother has suddenly started deciding to be there, almost too conspiciously. Drives me nuts.
Just beasted my IOC.
ta dah!
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Friday, July 31, 2009
Che peccato!
Bonjourno all! I am currently writing from the town I am currently living, breathing... and thats pretty much it... in.
The town in question is Santa Marinella, its not even really a town. More like an oversized village with a very noisy railway running through it which wakes me up at precisely seven every morning. There is also a large contingency of fat, brown people here and lots and lots of olives, gelato and pizza.
The beach would be very picturesque if you could actually see the sand for the masses of oiled and bronzed italian bodies crowding every square inch. The water is clear, but suspiciously warm at times.
The nightlife is fantastic. For one hour between 11 and 12 you can sit on the steps leading down to the beach and smoke some weed with your greasy - but mostly friendly italian counterparts.
The culinary range is incredibly diverse, ranging from pizza to gelato... and back again. If you really are at a stretch for something new I know someone who owns a spear gun and you can catch your very own octopus (if it doesnt catch you first).
As for things to do, as any town resident will tell you, we have a library! A real life working library, complete with one computer and a rickety internet connection and say, oh, a dozen books. They are very sophisticated here.
Oh and the motoring! If YOU are interested in cars, boy is SM the place for you. We boast a wide range of Fiats, Peugeots and Fiats and.... Fiats! But thats beside the point. The point is the condition in which they are in. Lovingly smeared with mud, youths having used it as a free art space by scrawling "Duce!" with a swastika on. And the intricately ordered bumps and scratches, so that the car is so pimped out you cant even recognize what model it is! THAT is what I call good carmanship.
And the fashions! Oh my. The girls dress like beautiful peacocks, love handles spilling lustrously over their spray on denim jeans, t-shirts that end just short of their breasts, displaying a lovely expanse of dimpled stomach flesh. Combine this with ear rings that look like hubcaps stolen from some poor unfortunate soul's Fiat and you get the authentic Euro Glamour Puss look. The boys prefer to dress in imitation of Kevin Federline. This is not an admirable look for many, but the boys in SM certainly pull it off (actually not sarcasm intended there)
The only truly dispicable thing about this otherwise beautiful seaside town is the tonne of beautiful boys. Every where I look I get an eyeful of wonderful male specimen. This is such a hardship and I am not sure whether I can bear it much more...
Love, as always
Cassoo.
The town in question is Santa Marinella, its not even really a town. More like an oversized village with a very noisy railway running through it which wakes me up at precisely seven every morning. There is also a large contingency of fat, brown people here and lots and lots of olives, gelato and pizza.
The beach would be very picturesque if you could actually see the sand for the masses of oiled and bronzed italian bodies crowding every square inch. The water is clear, but suspiciously warm at times.
The nightlife is fantastic. For one hour between 11 and 12 you can sit on the steps leading down to the beach and smoke some weed with your greasy - but mostly friendly italian counterparts.
The culinary range is incredibly diverse, ranging from pizza to gelato... and back again. If you really are at a stretch for something new I know someone who owns a spear gun and you can catch your very own octopus (if it doesnt catch you first).
As for things to do, as any town resident will tell you, we have a library! A real life working library, complete with one computer and a rickety internet connection and say, oh, a dozen books. They are very sophisticated here.
Oh and the motoring! If YOU are interested in cars, boy is SM the place for you. We boast a wide range of Fiats, Peugeots and Fiats and.... Fiats! But thats beside the point. The point is the condition in which they are in. Lovingly smeared with mud, youths having used it as a free art space by scrawling "Duce!" with a swastika on. And the intricately ordered bumps and scratches, so that the car is so pimped out you cant even recognize what model it is! THAT is what I call good carmanship.
And the fashions! Oh my. The girls dress like beautiful peacocks, love handles spilling lustrously over their spray on denim jeans, t-shirts that end just short of their breasts, displaying a lovely expanse of dimpled stomach flesh. Combine this with ear rings that look like hubcaps stolen from some poor unfortunate soul's Fiat and you get the authentic Euro Glamour Puss look. The boys prefer to dress in imitation of Kevin Federline. This is not an admirable look for many, but the boys in SM certainly pull it off (actually not sarcasm intended there)
The only truly dispicable thing about this otherwise beautiful seaside town is the tonne of beautiful boys. Every where I look I get an eyeful of wonderful male specimen. This is such a hardship and I am not sure whether I can bear it much more...
Love, as always
Cassoo.
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
I'm BACK!
So I have really been not so great at keeping this up.
HOWEVER, I have renewed my resolve, and decided to start blogging again. Mostly because I am lonely and my only contact with human life is through my beloved new computer game, Sims 3.
Possibly the most terrific life-substitute anyone could ever ask for, in my mind!
Did you know, I spend so much time playing Sims 3 that I only blink about twice an hour so my eyes turn red and I have difficulty seeing/brushing my hair/petting my dog (just the other day he was mistaken for a cushion - not that surprising until you find out my cushion is blue). My dog has been resembling Jesus Christ a lot of late but you know, less holy and more brown and furry. Still, he does insist on wrapping himself in blankets and proclaiming himself the Messiah.
Enough with the ramblings. Since I don't really feel the urge to completely update y'all (isn't that what the kids are saying nowadays? - as my great friend RWP would say) on my life, I shall just talk.... and talk and talk.
We're on transition week right now, which nobody seems to actually know the point of. We do a lot of sitting and listening, or in my case sleeping, in the darkened recesses of the school. Today I was enjoying a particularly pleasant nap in... - well I don't know what it was 'cus I was sleeping! -and I was awoken by a sharp bang on my desks. I got very annoyed with the boys as I was having a dream about playing Sims 3 (that didn't sound so sad in my head). I also spent some time doing some vaguely impossible test, which we are all meant to do to prove the KGV teachers aren't teaching us a load of rubbish. This hypothesis was sadly disproven as Year 12s all across the SSC (the crude watering hole with peeling linoleum floors and the lingering smell of vomit and dead skin that they try and pass off as our senior common room) scratching there head it pure WTF-ness. WTF-ness, adj, in the act of being befuddled and distressed at the fact that your teachers haven't taught you anything and your finals are coming up.
'Am currently in the process of writing a document which is called a personal statement. Since I haven't the foggiest what this 'personal statement' is, I do not know how to write it, will not write it, will write in my blog instead, drop out of school, catch swine flu and die - or so they imply!
Talking of our beloved porcine disease (the fact that it does not come from pigs, but from Mexicans instead troubles me greatly in terms of racial stereotypes) Hong Kong government has declared an all out war on it. I don't particularly know why, as it doesn't seem particularly life threatening to me (though it would be slightly disconcerting if I grew a snout and suddenly had an affinity for taking mud baths), but I am quite enjoying the Armageddon atmosphere the government and media have created by over reacting to the 'pandemic'. A very serious form tutor has informed me that schools may close down on friday, I felt like grabbing said serious tutor and doing an Irish Jig with him, but I am afraid he would have locked me up, where I belong.
Jigging into the sunrise,
Cass
HOWEVER, I have renewed my resolve, and decided to start blogging again. Mostly because I am lonely and my only contact with human life is through my beloved new computer game, Sims 3.
Possibly the most terrific life-substitute anyone could ever ask for, in my mind!
Did you know, I spend so much time playing Sims 3 that I only blink about twice an hour so my eyes turn red and I have difficulty seeing/brushing my hair/petting my dog (just the other day he was mistaken for a cushion - not that surprising until you find out my cushion is blue). My dog has been resembling Jesus Christ a lot of late but you know, less holy and more brown and furry. Still, he does insist on wrapping himself in blankets and proclaiming himself the Messiah.
Enough with the ramblings. Since I don't really feel the urge to completely update y'all (isn't that what the kids are saying nowadays? - as my great friend RWP would say) on my life, I shall just talk.... and talk and talk.
We're on transition week right now, which nobody seems to actually know the point of. We do a lot of sitting and listening, or in my case sleeping, in the darkened recesses of the school. Today I was enjoying a particularly pleasant nap in... - well I don't know what it was 'cus I was sleeping! -and I was awoken by a sharp bang on my desks. I got very annoyed with the boys as I was having a dream about playing Sims 3 (that didn't sound so sad in my head). I also spent some time doing some vaguely impossible test, which we are all meant to do to prove the KGV teachers aren't teaching us a load of rubbish. This hypothesis was sadly disproven as Year 12s all across the SSC (the crude watering hole with peeling linoleum floors and the lingering smell of vomit and dead skin that they try and pass off as our senior common room) scratching there head it pure WTF-ness. WTF-ness, adj, in the act of being befuddled and distressed at the fact that your teachers haven't taught you anything and your finals are coming up.
'Am currently in the process of writing a document which is called a personal statement. Since I haven't the foggiest what this 'personal statement' is, I do not know how to write it, will not write it, will write in my blog instead, drop out of school, catch swine flu and die - or so they imply!
Talking of our beloved porcine disease (the fact that it does not come from pigs, but from Mexicans instead troubles me greatly in terms of racial stereotypes) Hong Kong government has declared an all out war on it. I don't particularly know why, as it doesn't seem particularly life threatening to me (though it would be slightly disconcerting if I grew a snout and suddenly had an affinity for taking mud baths), but I am quite enjoying the Armageddon atmosphere the government and media have created by over reacting to the 'pandemic'. A very serious form tutor has informed me that schools may close down on friday, I felt like grabbing said serious tutor and doing an Irish Jig with him, but I am afraid he would have locked me up, where I belong.
Jigging into the sunrise,
Cass
Sunday, March 29, 2009
ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE SIX SEVENS!
So I am currently sitting in school, hungover to the teeth, wishing that I had skived my one measly lesson.
So this weekend was possibly the highlight of my life (which isnt that amazing considering the lack of life that I have). The rugby sevens in hong kong is considered the highlight of the sports calander. Not being particularly into sports, I was glad, as always, to find fellow alcoholics who consider it the highlight of the drinking calendar, respectively.
The fun and games start on friday, where it poured with rain which is usually not such a good sign. Spent the day at school with FAB designing our witty home made t-shirts proclaiming that we were 'breast friends'. We left them in the art room and probably gave some year sevens brain aneurysms (which I feel like I have right now). We then proceeded to bail on last period in order to get good and ready for the intolerable amount of alcohol which was to soon line our stomachs. We met in Central, me being a little late due to the pouring down of a torrential rainstorm - did not deter me in the slightest, but made it quite hard to walk downhill. We then proceeded to epically fail on our journey. Starting with our MTR ticket failure (we were both meant to use he same ticket to cross the barrier, unfortunately, FAB being the genius she is, forgot this fact and proceeded without me, leaving me stranded.) and I had to jump over the turnstile, proceeding to drop the contents of my bag onto the grimy, chewing gum ridden floor. As if people weren't looking at us enough, FAB then managed to drop her chewing gum out of her mouth mid-sentence. I then realised I had left my ticket at home, so FAB had to give me her cherished spare, which she was going to sell for lots of $$. Thanks FAB, sorry I'm so mentally ungifted. We then dashed to the lovely bathrooms in lane crawford, paint dripping off our homemade tshirts and onto our already wet handbags, and started to smear red paint on our tshirts. This sounds smarter than it was as we then realised it was quite difficult to wipe off, and we ended up with red hands like we had some kind of rare skin disease. This all happened while a group of immaculately dressed young ladies with chinese dresses looked on at us in disgust while they fixed their makeup. We took solace in the fact that they would no longer look so clean when they went into the downpour outside.
Off we traipsed to the stadium, me having lost my cigarrettes for the second time that day, and picked up a couple of beers and free inflatable things. Got to the stadium only to find that they were apparently not allowed in(our inflatables, not the beer, strangely enough) and had them put into a formidable looking bin. We met up with a bunch of keen early arrivals and proceeded to drink ourselves abso fucking lutely stupid. Didn't actually manage to watch any rugby, but came out of the stadium looking like a depleted crayon with paint running down in rivulets all over my face/bag/clothes. Headed home to get ready for the afterparty, armed with a legion of pot noodles (which I neever managed to properly consume without spilling all over the floor) and was soon informed by box box that she was crashing the one man party at my house. Got ready real quick in a dress that no longer fits me properly due to an inordinate amoutn of growth in my breasts (read: I had the chest of a twelve year old boy before, it has now evolved to that of a twelve year old girls, which makes it difficult to wear any of my old clothing). With my dress busting (literally) at the seams, I headed to Wanchai avec Box box to find RWP, who was admiring C's bartending skills (not) at Maya. Bored with Wanchai, we headed back to invade the after party, where we found that the queue was longer than one of my blog posts. In an attempt to kill some time we headed to Zinc to pole dance and grab attention(who doesnt like attention seeking?) with Jello S. Jello S had an inordinate amount of energy and was leaping and bounding everywhere with her usual abandon which is always amusing to watch (and join in with - of course). Boxbox soon got bored and went to the afterparty - skipping the queue and the paybooth, leaving jello S and to continue with our debauchery.
Saturday morning, was beginning to feel quite shitty due to shots/beer/pimms that I had consumed the night/day before. Drinking for more than two days can really take its toll on you, despite being a veteran drinker. AH FUCK THIS MY HEAD HURTS TOO MUCH WILL WRITE MORE LATER.
So this weekend was possibly the highlight of my life (which isnt that amazing considering the lack of life that I have). The rugby sevens in hong kong is considered the highlight of the sports calander. Not being particularly into sports, I was glad, as always, to find fellow alcoholics who consider it the highlight of the drinking calendar, respectively.
The fun and games start on friday, where it poured with rain which is usually not such a good sign. Spent the day at school with FAB designing our witty home made t-shirts proclaiming that we were 'breast friends'. We left them in the art room and probably gave some year sevens brain aneurysms (which I feel like I have right now). We then proceeded to bail on last period in order to get good and ready for the intolerable amount of alcohol which was to soon line our stomachs. We met in Central, me being a little late due to the pouring down of a torrential rainstorm - did not deter me in the slightest, but made it quite hard to walk downhill. We then proceeded to epically fail on our journey. Starting with our MTR ticket failure (we were both meant to use he same ticket to cross the barrier, unfortunately, FAB being the genius she is, forgot this fact and proceeded without me, leaving me stranded.) and I had to jump over the turnstile, proceeding to drop the contents of my bag onto the grimy, chewing gum ridden floor. As if people weren't looking at us enough, FAB then managed to drop her chewing gum out of her mouth mid-sentence. I then realised I had left my ticket at home, so FAB had to give me her cherished spare, which she was going to sell for lots of $$. Thanks FAB, sorry I'm so mentally ungifted. We then dashed to the lovely bathrooms in lane crawford, paint dripping off our homemade tshirts and onto our already wet handbags, and started to smear red paint on our tshirts. This sounds smarter than it was as we then realised it was quite difficult to wipe off, and we ended up with red hands like we had some kind of rare skin disease. This all happened while a group of immaculately dressed young ladies with chinese dresses looked on at us in disgust while they fixed their makeup. We took solace in the fact that they would no longer look so clean when they went into the downpour outside.
Off we traipsed to the stadium, me having lost my cigarrettes for the second time that day, and picked up a couple of beers and free inflatable things. Got to the stadium only to find that they were apparently not allowed in(our inflatables, not the beer, strangely enough) and had them put into a formidable looking bin. We met up with a bunch of keen early arrivals and proceeded to drink ourselves abso fucking lutely stupid. Didn't actually manage to watch any rugby, but came out of the stadium looking like a depleted crayon with paint running down in rivulets all over my face/bag/clothes. Headed home to get ready for the afterparty, armed with a legion of pot noodles (which I neever managed to properly consume without spilling all over the floor) and was soon informed by box box that she was crashing the one man party at my house. Got ready real quick in a dress that no longer fits me properly due to an inordinate amoutn of growth in my breasts (read: I had the chest of a twelve year old boy before, it has now evolved to that of a twelve year old girls, which makes it difficult to wear any of my old clothing). With my dress busting (literally) at the seams, I headed to Wanchai avec Box box to find RWP, who was admiring C's bartending skills (not) at Maya. Bored with Wanchai, we headed back to invade the after party, where we found that the queue was longer than one of my blog posts. In an attempt to kill some time we headed to Zinc to pole dance and grab attention(who doesnt like attention seeking?) with Jello S. Jello S had an inordinate amount of energy and was leaping and bounding everywhere with her usual abandon which is always amusing to watch (and join in with - of course). Boxbox soon got bored and went to the afterparty - skipping the queue and the paybooth, leaving jello S and to continue with our debauchery.
Saturday morning, was beginning to feel quite shitty due to shots/beer/pimms that I had consumed the night/day before. Drinking for more than two days can really take its toll on you, despite being a veteran drinker. AH FUCK THIS MY HEAD HURTS TOO MUCH WILL WRITE MORE LATER.
Monday, March 16, 2009
Stop hanging out with vultures.
'Had a mostly pleasant day today.
'Had philosophy first, which, as usual, was a waste of time and which I, as usual, slept through. It was Duddy's fault, he made me take the against side of gay marriages, and he knows how that upsets me so. I also did a few nice drawings of nothing in particular when he woke me up. Dick. I then proceeded to make up an excuse for not having done my homework (the old "my dog ate it" line doesn't seem to quite cut it) and skiddadled to film studies, to have another failed deadline. YAY!
Film was much more dull than usual, members of my group were trying to make me work (which in itself is a travesty) and to get off facebook (assholes) so I could write their script (writer's block). I hate school. Moran was yelling at my to get off facebook too, HEY LADY i'm the only one in our class who likes you, cut me some slack, yo.
Went for some fresh air with FAB and headed to Central to meet W, who was late, but I forgave him - a sign of my infallible grace. I showed him the various sights of central (well, Lan Kwai, but whatever, those are the only sights worth seeing) all the while keeping up my usual charming conversation (notice the irony?) and constant annoying commentary. Who wouldn't want to spend the day with me? We also bumped into C's dad while walking around. I do so hope he does not report to my mother that I was skiving school and wondering around with a strange boy (Not that you are a strange boy W)
W then had the idea of going to watch Frost/Nixon, which is an excellent film (though a little sympathetic towards Nixon - who I am not a big fan of, but the film made him positively loveable), and I recommend you all to go see it immediatly. I was literally LEAPING out of my seat haha poor W. 'Felt quite nice doing normal things like going to the cinema, after my previous life of teenage delinquent. Note to self: stop being such a sociopath, and make some friends to go to the cinema with.
Not that anyone would let me watch what I want, they would probably rather watch confessions of a kleptomaniac or whatever that film is with the advert of the girl getting out of the car with tonnes of clothes. Luckily W wanted to watch what I wanted to watch, or there would have been major trouble.
I spent the rest of my afternoon uselessly procrastinating. MUST DELETE FACEBOOK/YOUTUBE/FMYLIFE/POSTSECRET/MSN IMMEDIATLY, so I can stop pretending to have a social life and actually start on this pile of work that is slowly crippling my soul.
Who says I have a soul anyway?
Vous m'adorez, ne dites pas le contraire!
x
'Had philosophy first, which, as usual, was a waste of time and which I, as usual, slept through. It was Duddy's fault, he made me take the against side of gay marriages, and he knows how that upsets me so. I also did a few nice drawings of nothing in particular when he woke me up. Dick. I then proceeded to make up an excuse for not having done my homework (the old "my dog ate it" line doesn't seem to quite cut it) and skiddadled to film studies, to have another failed deadline. YAY!
Film was much more dull than usual, members of my group were trying to make me work (which in itself is a travesty) and to get off facebook (assholes) so I could write their script (writer's block). I hate school. Moran was yelling at my to get off facebook too, HEY LADY i'm the only one in our class who likes you, cut me some slack, yo.
Went for some fresh air with FAB and headed to Central to meet W, who was late, but I forgave him - a sign of my infallible grace. I showed him the various sights of central (well, Lan Kwai, but whatever, those are the only sights worth seeing) all the while keeping up my usual charming conversation (notice the irony?) and constant annoying commentary. Who wouldn't want to spend the day with me? We also bumped into C's dad while walking around. I do so hope he does not report to my mother that I was skiving school and wondering around with a strange boy (Not that you are a strange boy W)
W then had the idea of going to watch Frost/Nixon, which is an excellent film (though a little sympathetic towards Nixon - who I am not a big fan of, but the film made him positively loveable), and I recommend you all to go see it immediatly. I was literally LEAPING out of my seat haha poor W. 'Felt quite nice doing normal things like going to the cinema, after my previous life of teenage delinquent. Note to self: stop being such a sociopath, and make some friends to go to the cinema with.
Not that anyone would let me watch what I want, they would probably rather watch confessions of a kleptomaniac or whatever that film is with the advert of the girl getting out of the car with tonnes of clothes. Luckily W wanted to watch what I wanted to watch, or there would have been major trouble.
I spent the rest of my afternoon uselessly procrastinating. MUST DELETE FACEBOOK/YOUTUBE/FMYLIFE/POSTSECRET/MSN IMMEDIATLY, so I can stop pretending to have a social life and actually start on this pile of work that is slowly crippling my soul.
Who says I have a soul anyway?
Vous m'adorez, ne dites pas le contraire!
x
Sunday, March 15, 2009
No one has any expectations for me, so therefore I can never disapoint anyone
Enough with the procrastination...
I've been doing it all day, and I really need to DO SOMETHING.
So I decided to write in my blog, who says I'm not productive?
I am going to pass a resolution that I will write in my blog more often, I know all of you are positively killing yourselves (or to put it in a way Gabriel García Márquez-esque way, walking around with you're steaming guts protuding from your stomach - YAY!) when I don't update, and I never have been one to want to cause suffering for anyone else.
So my life, the ever exciting entity it is, has been rather uneventful as of late. But hey - like it's ever eventful.
Friday I had the delight of watching Margeret Attwood speak on Friday. I was so excited the night before I could hardly sleep, it's sad that literary festivals are the highlight of my life. The day before I went and listened to Markus Zusack, a beautiful specimen of male, unfortunately married, and even more unfortunately Australian. Nevertheless both talks were rivetting.
Unfortunately, my real problem was when the poetry recitals came around. If you have never been to a literary festival, you usuall have the hotshot auther speaking, and then some wannabe hotshot poets talking afterwards.
It really was an excruciating experience. They agonized over words, using overly flowery embellishments, and uttering completely pretentious bullshit. It was rather horrible as it made the whole ampitheater vibrate with awkwardness. A shame, as Attwood herself was absolutely marvelous.
After the lecture, our Higher English class all headed for coffee at starbucks (inadvertantly missing 4th lesson which, no doubt, was the aim of the whole excursion) Ho and I discussed how utterly awful previous mentioned poets were, and made a pit stop at 7-11 before heading on the starbuck feuled expedition.
School was mediocre - didn't really acheive anything as per usual. We established that our Young Enterprise venture was to be Fuzzy dressed in a bunny it selling creme eggs, we reckon we'll have a windfall. Who doesn't like creme eggs (or buff rugby dudes with inordinate amounts of chest hair in bunny suits)?
After school, I met up with Boxbox, went back to my house, threw on some clothes and headed back out to meet F.A.B outside the free-for-all (7-11) in central. After procuring ourselves some redbull and cigarettes, we headed to Langham to wait for the ever absent KELY ( hahaha kely support group) in the miniscule garden outside Langham.
Finally, KELY arrived, and we bundled into a cab to our school's rock concert. Once we arrived, it was clear it would be absolutely no fun at all, unless there was some form of illegality involved (it consisted of bunch of shy year eights, looking at each shyly other from underneath their eyelashes, and pushing each other around trying to make someone else dance first). Boxbox, Siu mai, KELY, FAB and I headed to the nearest free-for-all and sampled a few libations to improve our increasingly dour mood. Once back inside the concert, we were having the time of our lives. Shouting at the band members to remove articles of clothing, and dancing in an increasingly unhinged manner, was just one of the symptoms that we were having a good time. FAB and I managed to get the whole winning band to remove their shirts, which is probably going to be our proudest accomplishment in a long time. At the end of the concert (after yelling increasingly suggestive thing at the cute guitarist) we headed for the nearest watering hole (TST) to quench our thirst for more fun. We were soon joined by Muffin and Lloyd, but only had one drink as I had to go home soonish anyway, plus RWP was about to get in deep shit, which was killing Boxbox's mood,
Why, you may ask? Because she insists on telling stupid lies to her parents, and expecting everyone else to cover for her. I love her to death, but she has changed so much since C and her started dating, that I just get so angry when I see how stupidly she is behaving. She wants to be with him, fine, I get that, but you don't need to fall over yourself backwards in order to spend every living moment with him. I thought when they first started going out, I MIGHT have been able to deal with it, but they make it so uncomfortable for other people, don't they see it? It's like, OKAY I GET IT, YOU LIKE EACH OTHER A LOT. Stop emphasising the point by sticking your tongue down each other's throats every time you have the opportunity, regardless of what complany they are keeping. I have tried discussing this with her, but even though I told her it was pissing me off, she continues to do it, maybe she'll get the message over cyberspace.
UGH
sorry, rant.
Moving on. Saturday morning and afternoon, I was amusing horrible little children and eating a lot of procciutto (sp?) - I know, Cassi eating, whatthefuck. Saturday evening I met up with Aardvark and M at the Cricket Club. There was a wedding reception going on, that apparently forbade us to sit on our favourite perch (the pool roof) so we only stayed for a few beers and buggered off. M artfully persuaded my dear maman to allow me out, and we headed to my house to find me something decent to wear, and then to Aardvark's to do the same (Oh, and the boys needed to fix their hair, there is soemthing inordinately funny about watching two 17 year old boys stare transfixed in the mirror while spraying hairspray on their heads). We headed to Azure for drinks, M insisted on having a bottle of red wine, which he never finishes but always insists on buying, and aardvark and I sipped on the more conventional vodka redbull. The boys wanted to go off to Wanchai, but I bid them adieu, as something told me things might have gotten awkward had I gone. Walked around LKF for a while, watched the football while getting hit on by some Brazillian blokes and lied outrageously about my life, which is never as fun as it sounds (having had quite a lot to drink, I was forgetting crucial facts in my psuedo life, like how old I was and where I was from). As the match wound out, I wandered out of Zinc and down LKF (still by myself, which is more fun than it sounds) when I realised I did have a curfew and should probably leave soon. I asked this guy the time, and we got talking for a long time, very interesting guy, lets call him W. He was very funny and did not try to sleep with me, so I was much impressed, and enjoyed a fantastic conversation about everything from short term memory loss to speech impediments, all the while sitting on the ground near 7-11 like hobos.
That, my friends, is what I call an excellent Saturday night.
Today, I did fuck all.
Go me.
Thursday, March 5, 2009
Les petits enfants.
So I didn't get SC, and I'm kind of sort of really bummed.
The saddest thing is, is that I have the strangest feeling that it wasnt because I didn't try, or didn't do well. It's because people don't like me, I have a rep, a rep that's hard to shake.
And I garuntee you, I am not blaming anyone for this but myself. But see it's like this.
You are born in the capital of the world. The rain slides down the streets, and washes away the colour. You're surrounded by people, yet you are the loneliest person in the room. Your family hears you, but they dont really listen. You could die now, and people would cry, but how much would they really care? You put on your lipstick, and wear your new dress, you participate in the innate rituals of pretending you're happy to see people you aren't. After a while, it's like, why am I even here? Why do I even speak to these people? The rain continues, and you're still at the bar. Forgotten, lipstick stained cigarette burns away in your ashtray, untouched for the last five minutes. Staring vacantly, vapidly into space. Hey, isn't that what every girl here wants, vacancy? If you're vacant enough, you're atractive. You know why? You're malleable, bendable, flexible, pliable. People can mould your mind into whatever they want, and you won't complain, because there is nothing there. Streams of water run down the street, and your head is pressed against a cool window, streaks of foundation remain when you extricate yourself from it's icy grip. You're in a hole that for once, no one can dig you out of, and as usual, no one cares.
And isn't that the scary thing? The complete oblivity of the people around you? This town is anonymous, yet everyone knows everyone. People hide behind masks, which are just doubles of their true selves. It's a paradox, and doesn't it drive us all mad? The rain steadily drip, drip, drips through a crack in the ceiling ruining your perfectly coiffed hair.
And the fear sets in.
Who am I, and where am I going?
The saddest thing is, is that I have the strangest feeling that it wasnt because I didn't try, or didn't do well. It's because people don't like me, I have a rep, a rep that's hard to shake.
And I garuntee you, I am not blaming anyone for this but myself. But see it's like this.
You are born in the capital of the world. The rain slides down the streets, and washes away the colour. You're surrounded by people, yet you are the loneliest person in the room. Your family hears you, but they dont really listen. You could die now, and people would cry, but how much would they really care? You put on your lipstick, and wear your new dress, you participate in the innate rituals of pretending you're happy to see people you aren't. After a while, it's like, why am I even here? Why do I even speak to these people? The rain continues, and you're still at the bar. Forgotten, lipstick stained cigarette burns away in your ashtray, untouched for the last five minutes. Staring vacantly, vapidly into space. Hey, isn't that what every girl here wants, vacancy? If you're vacant enough, you're atractive. You know why? You're malleable, bendable, flexible, pliable. People can mould your mind into whatever they want, and you won't complain, because there is nothing there. Streams of water run down the street, and your head is pressed against a cool window, streaks of foundation remain when you extricate yourself from it's icy grip. You're in a hole that for once, no one can dig you out of, and as usual, no one cares.
And isn't that the scary thing? The complete oblivity of the people around you? This town is anonymous, yet everyone knows everyone. People hide behind masks, which are just doubles of their true selves. It's a paradox, and doesn't it drive us all mad? The rain steadily drip, drip, drips through a crack in the ceiling ruining your perfectly coiffed hair.
And the fear sets in.
Who am I, and where am I going?
Sunday, March 1, 2009
Grill and Thrill!
Hello faithful (and not so faithful) readers.
I'm REALLY shit at keeping this up, but I haven't really thought of anything to write.
Friday we had Innovation rehearsals straight after school (actually half way through school, my mother surprisingly let me skip last lesson). Though not being particularly taken by fashion myself (I buy the same outifts in multiple colours and alternate once in a while) I always enjoy the community atmosphere that comes out of working with a whole bunch of people for a show. You always grow really close, and - as is with a big show like Innovation - it's a little bit sad when it's all over.
So we all headed to first Nigel's house (where the boys needed to pick up fuel and Nigel needed to change, out of our omni-hideous -new word! - school uniform) then onto SIS, where we had to try on all our outfits. I wore various dresses, and once I figure out how to put photos on here, I will make sure I put some up. But they were all very tricky to put on/take off, so it made the quick changes a little hard. Rehearsals were, as always, fun. But as usual we were hungry - walking up and down a stage is more tiring than you think, oh sigh, the hard and complicated life I lead. We then headed to the food court (Shrey, Cricks, Leesh and Fernandez) where Fernandez kindly bought me some fantastic noodles. We sat around for a while, talking about the usual mindess teenager things, and then Cricks went on Facebook. He was informed by Aardvark that M wanted to talk to me. After a moments hesitation, I called him, only to find that he hadnt changed his attitude in the slightest. Alas, I guess some people will never learn to be adults.
You've got to think of it this way. He's mad at me because I told the truth to someone I care about - before she found out the hard way - and who he supposedly loves. If he didn't want to hurt her, he should've never done what he did in the first place. I dont think this argument makes much sense, but if anyone has reasoning behind this, you know I always value your input.
So the morning of the show, I performed my various ablutions, careful to not mess up my 'artfully' blow dried har. Unfortunately, the minute I stepped outside, my har exploded into a ball of hate anf furryness, and my day was ruined. NOT REALLY THOUGH. 'Waited for Cricks on the Caine Rd escalater, even though he was 15 minutes late, I didn't hold it against him, as I was sheltered by the warmth and internet connection in the nearby Cafe O.
We finally collided, and proceeded to chain smoke while waiting for the ever elusive (sp?) bus to arrive. Just as I lit up my 5th or 6th cigarette, the bus decided to arrive and I had to chuck the rest on the floor. Alas, poor Yorrick, I knew him Horatio. Sorry, random Hamlet quote in there, have been most preoccupied with him as of late.
'Spent the whole day rehearsing, from 11:30 onwards - exhausting. And sneaking out for cigarette and food breaks when no one was paying us attention. Apparently pretty much all the guys in the show managed to have a good look at my warped anatomy, which I pity them for, I have yet to find out how this happened...
I finally got fitted for my Alexander dress, which was gorgeous, if a little too big around my breasts - but hey, what's NOT too big around my boobs? And I wish I could have taken all the dresses I modelled home. Leesh's line was AMAZING and I was so proud of her, I have already forced her into making me a dress for my birthday. It's fairly incredible how she managed to both design and model for the show. That girl is like supergirl. Kind of like me when I've had too much redbull...
The show went really well, apart from when I tripped slightly in my Kanchan dress, as it was tight and hard to walk in - that and the fact that I am not the most co-ordinated person on earth...
After the show, I went looking for my Mother, Murphys and father only to find the latter missing - which was a little sad, but I'm over it. If he thinks seeing an acquaintance blow his birthday candles out is more important than watching HIS OWN DAUGHTER'S fashion show, I' cool with that. I just expected better from him. My mother was there, unfortunately, and pretty much ruined my night with her irrational and unpredictable behavious as usual. I don't think I'll ever invite her to one of my shows again, all she can do is pick holes in my performance, and give me an uneasy feeling when I need to talk to her.
After much coersion, my mother let me go to the afterparty (she had actually told me a week before that I was allowed to, but as I previously mentioned, she really is unpredictable). I went over to Dilemma and Pie's house first to get ready, also so Dilemma could get her credit card. We then went to the afterparty, at A.V.E.N.U.E in LKF. Unfortunately I was in a bad mood by this point as my dear Maman kept calling, so I really just drank quite a lot and sat by myself and observed. I then proceeded to badmouth some people who were annoying me, then went back to drinking solo. I would like to state here, that I do not understand why guys think they have the God given right to touch girls in clubs. Just because it's dark, does not mean it is not offensive if you grab my ass or put your arm round me, when I blatently don't want you to. It's sexual harrassment, and it's damn annoying. Sorry, had to get that out of my system.
Anyway, on Saturday I went to the Cricket Club with my Dad to have lunch. I ate one slice of burschetta, then felt sick (who says drinking isn't amazing for your diet?). Aardvark joined me later, and we enjoyed the privelige of drinking while your parents pay for your liver tumour. After 5 or six drinks, we had run out of cigarettes, so we went up to the petrol station to go get some more (FUCKING CIGARETTES HAVE GONE UP FUCKING 10 FUCKING DOLLARS WHAT THE FUCK) and on the way back, I had another brilliant idea. I'm not sure if you've ever been to the Cricket Club, but there is a Girl Guide's camp place right next to it, with an adventure playground and everything. Dillemma and I have always wanted to break in but we never worked up the courage to do so. However with a few drinks in my, it was reasonably easy. And I agiley navigated the whole course - well that was a lie, but at least I didn't get stuck in the nets like Aardvark! I should probably inform you, I am like Tarzan minus the loincloth... and climbing skills.
Anyway, on the way back home, Aardvark and I spotted a sign proclaiming "GRILL AND THRILL" and we thought it was a pretty funny euphemism for spit roast
As seen in the sentance : "Boy A and Boy B Grill and Thrilled Girl C"
HAHAHA
i love aardvark, he is such fun.
Joanne and I have our Hustings coming up, and we are freaking out. Everyone wants to 'burn' us as they all seem to pretty much hate us. It's always nice to know you have the support of your peers. We are concentrating on writing a killer speech, with innovative new ideas. Last week, I dont think I would've voted for anyone apart from P and G, their speaking skills were poor and ideas under researched. Fingers crossed Joanne and I don't come accross like that.
I'm REALLY shit at keeping this up, but I haven't really thought of anything to write.
Friday we had Innovation rehearsals straight after school (actually half way through school, my mother surprisingly let me skip last lesson). Though not being particularly taken by fashion myself (I buy the same outifts in multiple colours and alternate once in a while) I always enjoy the community atmosphere that comes out of working with a whole bunch of people for a show. You always grow really close, and - as is with a big show like Innovation - it's a little bit sad when it's all over.
So we all headed to first Nigel's house (where the boys needed to pick up fuel and Nigel needed to change, out of our omni-hideous -new word! - school uniform) then onto SIS, where we had to try on all our outfits. I wore various dresses, and once I figure out how to put photos on here, I will make sure I put some up. But they were all very tricky to put on/take off, so it made the quick changes a little hard. Rehearsals were, as always, fun. But as usual we were hungry - walking up and down a stage is more tiring than you think, oh sigh, the hard and complicated life I lead. We then headed to the food court (Shrey, Cricks, Leesh and Fernandez) where Fernandez kindly bought me some fantastic noodles. We sat around for a while, talking about the usual mindess teenager things, and then Cricks went on Facebook. He was informed by Aardvark that M wanted to talk to me. After a moments hesitation, I called him, only to find that he hadnt changed his attitude in the slightest. Alas, I guess some people will never learn to be adults.
You've got to think of it this way. He's mad at me because I told the truth to someone I care about - before she found out the hard way - and who he supposedly loves. If he didn't want to hurt her, he should've never done what he did in the first place. I dont think this argument makes much sense, but if anyone has reasoning behind this, you know I always value your input.
So the morning of the show, I performed my various ablutions, careful to not mess up my 'artfully' blow dried har. Unfortunately, the minute I stepped outside, my har exploded into a ball of hate anf furryness, and my day was ruined. NOT REALLY THOUGH. 'Waited for Cricks on the Caine Rd escalater, even though he was 15 minutes late, I didn't hold it against him, as I was sheltered by the warmth and internet connection in the nearby Cafe O.
We finally collided, and proceeded to chain smoke while waiting for the ever elusive (sp?) bus to arrive. Just as I lit up my 5th or 6th cigarette, the bus decided to arrive and I had to chuck the rest on the floor. Alas, poor Yorrick, I knew him Horatio. Sorry, random Hamlet quote in there, have been most preoccupied with him as of late.
'Spent the whole day rehearsing, from 11:30 onwards - exhausting. And sneaking out for cigarette and food breaks when no one was paying us attention. Apparently pretty much all the guys in the show managed to have a good look at my warped anatomy, which I pity them for, I have yet to find out how this happened...
I finally got fitted for my Alexander dress, which was gorgeous, if a little too big around my breasts - but hey, what's NOT too big around my boobs? And I wish I could have taken all the dresses I modelled home. Leesh's line was AMAZING and I was so proud of her, I have already forced her into making me a dress for my birthday. It's fairly incredible how she managed to both design and model for the show. That girl is like supergirl. Kind of like me when I've had too much redbull...
The show went really well, apart from when I tripped slightly in my Kanchan dress, as it was tight and hard to walk in - that and the fact that I am not the most co-ordinated person on earth...
After the show, I went looking for my Mother, Murphys and father only to find the latter missing - which was a little sad, but I'm over it. If he thinks seeing an acquaintance blow his birthday candles out is more important than watching HIS OWN DAUGHTER'S fashion show, I' cool with that. I just expected better from him. My mother was there, unfortunately, and pretty much ruined my night with her irrational and unpredictable behavious as usual. I don't think I'll ever invite her to one of my shows again, all she can do is pick holes in my performance, and give me an uneasy feeling when I need to talk to her.
After much coersion, my mother let me go to the afterparty (she had actually told me a week before that I was allowed to, but as I previously mentioned, she really is unpredictable). I went over to Dilemma and Pie's house first to get ready, also so Dilemma could get her credit card. We then went to the afterparty, at A.V.E.N.U.E in LKF. Unfortunately I was in a bad mood by this point as my dear Maman kept calling, so I really just drank quite a lot and sat by myself and observed. I then proceeded to badmouth some people who were annoying me, then went back to drinking solo. I would like to state here, that I do not understand why guys think they have the God given right to touch girls in clubs. Just because it's dark, does not mean it is not offensive if you grab my ass or put your arm round me, when I blatently don't want you to. It's sexual harrassment, and it's damn annoying. Sorry, had to get that out of my system.
Anyway, on Saturday I went to the Cricket Club with my Dad to have lunch. I ate one slice of burschetta, then felt sick (who says drinking isn't amazing for your diet?). Aardvark joined me later, and we enjoyed the privelige of drinking while your parents pay for your liver tumour. After 5 or six drinks, we had run out of cigarettes, so we went up to the petrol station to go get some more (FUCKING CIGARETTES HAVE GONE UP FUCKING 10 FUCKING DOLLARS WHAT THE FUCK) and on the way back, I had another brilliant idea. I'm not sure if you've ever been to the Cricket Club, but there is a Girl Guide's camp place right next to it, with an adventure playground and everything. Dillemma and I have always wanted to break in but we never worked up the courage to do so. However with a few drinks in my, it was reasonably easy. And I agiley navigated the whole course - well that was a lie, but at least I didn't get stuck in the nets like Aardvark! I should probably inform you, I am like Tarzan minus the loincloth... and climbing skills.
Anyway, on the way back home, Aardvark and I spotted a sign proclaiming "GRILL AND THRILL" and we thought it was a pretty funny euphemism for spit roast
As seen in the sentance : "Boy A and Boy B Grill and Thrilled Girl C"
HAHAHA
i love aardvark, he is such fun.
Joanne and I have our Hustings coming up, and we are freaking out. Everyone wants to 'burn' us as they all seem to pretty much hate us. It's always nice to know you have the support of your peers. We are concentrating on writing a killer speech, with innovative new ideas. Last week, I dont think I would've voted for anyone apart from P and G, their speaking skills were poor and ideas under researched. Fingers crossed Joanne and I don't come accross like that.
P.S. I like this photo because I kind of look like a photo of Princess Grace I once saw (A fatter, brunnette, less pretty version, but still!)
Monday, February 23, 2009
Old habits die hard...
'Had a visit from an old friend about two months ago, and I can't seem to get rid of her. It's like when I am well again, she is lying, dormant - hibernating even - in my veins, waiting for my weakest moment. It just takes that one bad photo, that one snide comment - and I am off again. I know she's there, and I can't stop her. She's insatiable, and I know she (and I, for we seem one and the same nowadays) won't stop as long as I am wasting away, skin and bones. She's like a parasite, feeding off my insecurities and depressions. I've decided to come out with this now because I know others are suffering in the same way, and I do not want them to feel alone, it's just because of the negative influences around us that we get this freak phenomena. I know you probably feel like the only one in the world who is going through what you are going through now, but I am here too. Stay strong and we can beat this problem together.
I know, this is probably a little shocking, but most of you probably dont get it, but i told myself that I would blog about anything, no matter how embarrassing or controversial it is...
Anyway, had a huge fight with my mother this morning. I know this is probably really sick, but sometimes, if I have a particularly bad fight with her, I find myself wishing that she would die, so I could live with my dad and not have to deal with her. I know that's a horrible thought to have, but I really believe it sometimes - she drives me so fucking crazy.
Got to school on time - missed out on my morning smoke, and pretended to eat breakfast - which was a miracle. Had a free first lesson which I slept SOLIDLY through - probably because I was up so fucking late, thanks to a certain someone. Then I had English with Mr. Wheeler, who has just had an adorable baby girl called Anna. Christy was terrified about the upcoming Senior Prefect interviews, so we spent most of the lesson giving her tips and calming her down.
Talking of Head Boys and Girls, CONGRATULATIONS JHO and PILAU!
Had Philo next, and MY GOD I hate Miss Foley. So this terribly bigotted and hypocritical guy in my class was going on and on how he would hate his own son if he was fat and gay (something later pointed out to me, was that the guy in question was suspected to be gay himself) and instead of reprimanding him for his close minded and selfish ways, MISS FOLEY LAUGHED
Yes, I am fucking serious, she laughed. I feel completely and utterly sickened. What this school needs is some morals from it's teachers. They need to set an example for the rest of the students. Can you imagine, if we had someone gay in our class, and all the class was laughing about Dev's hypothetical gay son? I felt like choking both him and her. They have no idea how stupid they sound to the majority of the educated people around the world.
Maths last, and to our delight the fire alarm went off, so we didnt get much done (we never really get much done, but hey!) but I did get a sticker for finishing my work. I think Miss Chiu thinks I am severely retarded because I get stickers just for bringing the right book to class.
Ha, Maths Studies, what a joke.
I know, this is probably a little shocking, but most of you probably dont get it, but i told myself that I would blog about anything, no matter how embarrassing or controversial it is...
Anyway, had a huge fight with my mother this morning. I know this is probably really sick, but sometimes, if I have a particularly bad fight with her, I find myself wishing that she would die, so I could live with my dad and not have to deal with her. I know that's a horrible thought to have, but I really believe it sometimes - she drives me so fucking crazy.
Got to school on time - missed out on my morning smoke, and pretended to eat breakfast - which was a miracle. Had a free first lesson which I slept SOLIDLY through - probably because I was up so fucking late, thanks to a certain someone. Then I had English with Mr. Wheeler, who has just had an adorable baby girl called Anna. Christy was terrified about the upcoming Senior Prefect interviews, so we spent most of the lesson giving her tips and calming her down.
Talking of Head Boys and Girls, CONGRATULATIONS JHO and PILAU!
Had Philo next, and MY GOD I hate Miss Foley. So this terribly bigotted and hypocritical guy in my class was going on and on how he would hate his own son if he was fat and gay (something later pointed out to me, was that the guy in question was suspected to be gay himself) and instead of reprimanding him for his close minded and selfish ways, MISS FOLEY LAUGHED
Yes, I am fucking serious, she laughed. I feel completely and utterly sickened. What this school needs is some morals from it's teachers. They need to set an example for the rest of the students. Can you imagine, if we had someone gay in our class, and all the class was laughing about Dev's hypothetical gay son? I felt like choking both him and her. They have no idea how stupid they sound to the majority of the educated people around the world.
Maths last, and to our delight the fire alarm went off, so we didnt get much done (we never really get much done, but hey!) but I did get a sticker for finishing my work. I think Miss Chiu thinks I am severely retarded because I get stickers just for bringing the right book to class.
Ha, Maths Studies, what a joke.
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Things can't get any worse
No really, they can't.
Dont read this if you feel uncomfortable around depressed people.
My dad is back in hospital, and just thinking about it makes me want to cry. I am too scared to call him because I keep freaking out thinking that this could be the last time I will ever speak to him. He's so old now, and people keep on making insensitive comments about people around my Dad's age. FOR EXAMPLE, John McCain. Stop saying he'd die within a week of becoming president, my dad is that old and I can't bear it when people say it. I don't know what to do, I'm so fucking confused and upset, and at the moment, half the time, I can't tell whats going on. I'm in like a living nightmare. My dad is the only one who still believes in me and I have a horrible feeling he is not going to be here any more. I can't believe it, it's tearing me apart, I can't do anything about it and it makes me feel so fucking impotent. AND THEN I SEE ALL THESE FUCKING IDIOTS talking all this shit to me, and I think to myself, if they knew half of what was going on with me, they'd feel so bad. Maybe that's why I am writing this post, because I want people to feel sorry for me. But the thing is I don't, I'm just sick of people not knowing where I stand etc.
I miss you Daddy, please don't go. I'd really do anything. I'm in literal floods of tears everytime I think about it. fuck fuck fuck
I really think, I am sinking into a pit of despair, and nothing is going to snap me out of it. I find myself hating everyone around me because they seem so happy. I know they might have problems as bad as me, but I'm jealous of them all the same. Do you know what makes me even more upset? Seeing families. I can't bare it in the slightest, it makes me feel so uneasy and left out, and I stare at them a lot and think about how the have no idea how lucky they are.
I wish I was one of the lucky ones
I mean please
give me a break.
It can't happen like this, nothing ever goes right.
The thing is, it's a vicious circle, one thing goes wrong - that I can't control - and then the things I can control all spiral downwards.
I want to go to sleep and never wake up.
Dont read this if you feel uncomfortable around depressed people.
My dad is back in hospital, and just thinking about it makes me want to cry. I am too scared to call him because I keep freaking out thinking that this could be the last time I will ever speak to him. He's so old now, and people keep on making insensitive comments about people around my Dad's age. FOR EXAMPLE, John McCain. Stop saying he'd die within a week of becoming president, my dad is that old and I can't bear it when people say it. I don't know what to do, I'm so fucking confused and upset, and at the moment, half the time, I can't tell whats going on. I'm in like a living nightmare. My dad is the only one who still believes in me and I have a horrible feeling he is not going to be here any more. I can't believe it, it's tearing me apart, I can't do anything about it and it makes me feel so fucking impotent. AND THEN I SEE ALL THESE FUCKING IDIOTS talking all this shit to me, and I think to myself, if they knew half of what was going on with me, they'd feel so bad. Maybe that's why I am writing this post, because I want people to feel sorry for me. But the thing is I don't, I'm just sick of people not knowing where I stand etc.
I miss you Daddy, please don't go. I'd really do anything. I'm in literal floods of tears everytime I think about it. fuck fuck fuck
I really think, I am sinking into a pit of despair, and nothing is going to snap me out of it. I find myself hating everyone around me because they seem so happy. I know they might have problems as bad as me, but I'm jealous of them all the same. Do you know what makes me even more upset? Seeing families. I can't bare it in the slightest, it makes me feel so uneasy and left out, and I stare at them a lot and think about how the have no idea how lucky they are.
I wish I was one of the lucky ones
I mean please
give me a break.
It can't happen like this, nothing ever goes right.
The thing is, it's a vicious circle, one thing goes wrong - that I can't control - and then the things I can control all spiral downwards.
I want to go to sleep and never wake up.
Monday, February 9, 2009
An Uneasy Feeling In The Pit Of My Stomach (And An Uneasy Habit Of Capitalising Every Word?)
Good morning, mindless shitbags who don't have anything better to do than read my blog :D
I'm just kidding, you guys are my favourite people. Because you listen to my self-centered rants :)
So, I hate my life basically. You guys know the site http://www.fmylife.com/? That site is like my life, no jokes, I mean I can't even find it properly funny because those stories are far too close to my life for comfort. I am just one HUGE WALKING LIVING BREATHING (barely) FAILURE. So this is my letter to God (kind of like one of those pleading letters those really ugly people send to makeover shows)
Hey big guy, how's things? 'Just want you to take a minute off your schedule of raising the dead, walking on water, turning stuff into alcoholic goodness, or whatever you do for kicks, to hear me out. Hey, I've always been a beleiever and I always go to church - so WHY can I not get a break for a week (A month would be like manna from heaven - no pun intended). So here are my list of problems, all you have to do is tell me WHAT TO DO.
I simply cannot do ANYTHING right. For example, I am sittin in Textiles right now. I don't have the coursework due for today - not even started it -, hell I didn't even do the last coursework... Or bring in the tired old recycleable garment we are meant to be turning into something dazzlingly trendy and new. What to do?
Next I have French, but I simply don't have the guts to go, I am simply too terrified of the school finding out that I havent gone in two months or so because they will probably kick me out... WHAT TO DO?
I have lost my 'progressive report' as well, and can't work up the courage to tell my head of house either... WHAT TO DO?!
I am fairly sure I still have no friends, I have a fucked up relationship with certain people and others who I thought were my friends (ahem Panth) have all but alienate me for the same thing that I forgave them for within a week... hello?? Also, I have other backstabbing traitorous pieces of shit who bore the crap out of me (ya'll know this isn't you if I haven't mentioned this to you) and OF COURSE, stupid cows who lie to me about hooking up with people to make me upset. Necessary, I think not... WHAT TO DO?!!
I am also sick
of this constant slew of insults
Sure, I can take a joke way better than the next girl, but it tends to get tedious after a while. It was funny at the beginning, but frankly I am starting to tire of it. When you are told everyday you are fat, ugly, slutty etc etc, the novelt hilarity of it starts to wear thin for a while, as is with my patience.
I hate going home in the evenings, I hate even more having my mother come home in the evenings
I want to be left alone
without all this bullshit to deal with
Hey, I know it's probably not your fault, but it would be nice to be given a break once in a while, yknow?
So man, What on earth do I do?
(Sorry this blog post was a little heavier than usual kids, will try and write a lighter one later)
I'm just kidding, you guys are my favourite people. Because you listen to my self-centered rants :)
So, I hate my life basically. You guys know the site http://www.fmylife.com/? That site is like my life, no jokes, I mean I can't even find it properly funny because those stories are far too close to my life for comfort. I am just one HUGE WALKING LIVING BREATHING (barely) FAILURE. So this is my letter to God (kind of like one of those pleading letters those really ugly people send to makeover shows)
Hey big guy, how's things? 'Just want you to take a minute off your schedule of raising the dead, walking on water, turning stuff into alcoholic goodness, or whatever you do for kicks, to hear me out. Hey, I've always been a beleiever and I always go to church - so WHY can I not get a break for a week (A month would be like manna from heaven - no pun intended). So here are my list of problems, all you have to do is tell me WHAT TO DO.
I simply cannot do ANYTHING right. For example, I am sittin in Textiles right now. I don't have the coursework due for today - not even started it -, hell I didn't even do the last coursework... Or bring in the tired old recycleable garment we are meant to be turning into something dazzlingly trendy and new. What to do?
Next I have French, but I simply don't have the guts to go, I am simply too terrified of the school finding out that I havent gone in two months or so because they will probably kick me out... WHAT TO DO?
I have lost my 'progressive report' as well, and can't work up the courage to tell my head of house either... WHAT TO DO?!
I am fairly sure I still have no friends, I have a fucked up relationship with certain people and others who I thought were my friends (ahem Panth) have all but alienate me for the same thing that I forgave them for within a week... hello?? Also, I have other backstabbing traitorous pieces of shit who bore the crap out of me (ya'll know this isn't you if I haven't mentioned this to you) and OF COURSE, stupid cows who lie to me about hooking up with people to make me upset. Necessary, I think not... WHAT TO DO?!!
I am also sick
of this constant slew of insults
Sure, I can take a joke way better than the next girl, but it tends to get tedious after a while. It was funny at the beginning, but frankly I am starting to tire of it. When you are told everyday you are fat, ugly, slutty etc etc, the novelt hilarity of it starts to wear thin for a while, as is with my patience.
I hate going home in the evenings, I hate even more having my mother come home in the evenings
I want to be left alone
without all this bullshit to deal with
Hey, I know it's probably not your fault, but it would be nice to be given a break once in a while, yknow?
So man, What on earth do I do?
(Sorry this blog post was a little heavier than usual kids, will try and write a lighter one later)
Sunday, February 8, 2009
The Journey
'Had a jour excellente on Saturday. Box Box and I headed to Cul de Sac at around mid-day (ultimate beer consumption time) and waited out the arrival of the rest of our photography crew. We also sorted out wardrobe for the shoot (Pie in a white lingerie-esque top with blue frilly knickers and Ho in white pajama bottoms and a grey shirt - all courtesy of Cotton On). Everyone, as is normal with these artistic types, were late. With the glaring exception of Ho, for whom I commend grandly for showing up on time. Strolling up around half an hour later were WRP, Dilemma and Pie shortly followed by Muffin. Turns out, despite being late Pie forgot the paint we were meant to be throwing at her and RWP and I had to trawl the mean streets of Central to find some decent paint. First store only had paint for metals which they assured us would cause a nuclear-fallout effect on our skin (it was corrosive, in other words), but we soon came across a great costume shop on Pottinger Street that sold body paints, which didn't look too promising but were only 10 dollars a tube (be quiet we are poor). After acquring ten rather measly tubes of body paint, we then skiddadled back to Cul De Sac where everyone seemed to be more or less ready and Dilemma had polished off my beer (not impressed, Dilemma). We then sorted out camera arrangements (Muffin on Pie's Nikon and me on Box Box's Canon) and off we went! Unfortunately Ho, Muffin and Dilemma walk extremely slow so Pie and I were leading the pack, with Box Box somewhere in the middle. This made us miss the first bus which caused me to go into panic attack mode, but thankfully the number 66 pulled up shortly after.
After a quick change from Pie on the bus (with Muffin going manic with his camera), getting some strange stares from visiting Germans just behind us, and accessorizing her, we soon arrived at the Cricket Club, said a quick hello to my father and hurried on our way to our (not so) deserted photoshoot location (not before grabbing a few beers/ red bulls/ water at the petrol station) . Pie had no qualms about quickly stripping down to her underwear and after a bit of coersion (?) neither did Ho. Pie was rushed through makeup (graciously applied by Dilemma) and Box Box applied foundation to a very bemused Ho's chest. Shooting started and went SWIMMINGLY if I may say so myself, Ho and Pie had great chemistry and I was most impressed with both of their proffessionalism. Muffin also did a fantastic job, being a first time photgrapher and Box Box and Dilemma kept everything running smoooothly. After we chucked paint all over our amazing models, we called it a day and let Pie and Ho rinse the paint from their bodies (there was rather a lot, dilemma and I went a bit overboard with the whole paint chucking - hey, it was crazy fun) and demanded beer towers off my dad. After reluctantly agreeing to ordering two, we proceeded to drink ourselves silly. After finding that we couldn't finish the huge amount of beer we ordered, we called in reinforcements in the form of M and Aardvark (who requested his code name to be changed to Raven, I said no). We finished the beer in no time and convinced my dad to buy another one, just as his lawyer arrived, looking slightly uncomfortable to be confronted with a team of drunken, underaged teenagers.
We soon left the Cricks as I had to go try on a costume for the Star Wars party on Sunday at the Conrad. The costumes were ridiculous (yet kind of crazy awesome) and I persuaded Aardvark to wait for my while I pretended (albeit quite drunkenly) to be Princess Amidala and played with lightsabers and ray guns (PEW PEW!)... poor Aardvark. At least he got some funny photos...
Like a true gentleman Aardvark dropped me home and I passed out happily on my couch, only to get a call from my mother saying that I needed to go to a neighbours party for a bit. Drunkenly attiring myself is no easy feat (you should see some of the outfits I come up with when I am wasted) and I headed up four flights of stairs (my building is too ghetto for a lift) to this neighbour's party. It was surprisingly un-awkward and fun and I sat down talking to a lawyer for an hour - he thinks I should give evidence in court for the Tibet protests and the mishandling of the protesters as he is representing Christina, another girl who was protesting not far away from us and got put into a head lock by the police...
Next morning, we did the CRAZY AWESOME Star Wars party. Jackass copied his WHOLE show from Spiderjan, it was really quite disgusting to watch, as Jackass' version was a less funny, less talented, watered down version of it. Dilemma, Cesca, Juicy and I all immensely enjoyed ourselves, making strange loud comments and chatting with the parents. THIS KID WAS SO FUCKING RICH, the room decorations alone cost about 500, 000 dollars and basically it was a sick display of conspicious consumption which I usually dislike so much, but the food was excellent and the people fairly friendly, so I guess I can't complain for now...
Anyway, English awaits, will speak with my faithful readers soon.
Bug Love (?)
x
After a quick change from Pie on the bus (with Muffin going manic with his camera), getting some strange stares from visiting Germans just behind us, and accessorizing her, we soon arrived at the Cricket Club, said a quick hello to my father and hurried on our way to our (not so) deserted photoshoot location (not before grabbing a few beers/ red bulls/ water at the petrol station) . Pie had no qualms about quickly stripping down to her underwear and after a bit of coersion (?) neither did Ho. Pie was rushed through makeup (graciously applied by Dilemma) and Box Box applied foundation to a very bemused Ho's chest. Shooting started and went SWIMMINGLY if I may say so myself, Ho and Pie had great chemistry and I was most impressed with both of their proffessionalism. Muffin also did a fantastic job, being a first time photgrapher and Box Box and Dilemma kept everything running smoooothly. After we chucked paint all over our amazing models, we called it a day and let Pie and Ho rinse the paint from their bodies (there was rather a lot, dilemma and I went a bit overboard with the whole paint chucking - hey, it was crazy fun) and demanded beer towers off my dad. After reluctantly agreeing to ordering two, we proceeded to drink ourselves silly. After finding that we couldn't finish the huge amount of beer we ordered, we called in reinforcements in the form of M and Aardvark (who requested his code name to be changed to Raven, I said no). We finished the beer in no time and convinced my dad to buy another one, just as his lawyer arrived, looking slightly uncomfortable to be confronted with a team of drunken, underaged teenagers.
We soon left the Cricks as I had to go try on a costume for the Star Wars party on Sunday at the Conrad. The costumes were ridiculous (yet kind of crazy awesome) and I persuaded Aardvark to wait for my while I pretended (albeit quite drunkenly) to be Princess Amidala and played with lightsabers and ray guns (PEW PEW!)... poor Aardvark. At least he got some funny photos...
Like a true gentleman Aardvark dropped me home and I passed out happily on my couch, only to get a call from my mother saying that I needed to go to a neighbours party for a bit. Drunkenly attiring myself is no easy feat (you should see some of the outfits I come up with when I am wasted) and I headed up four flights of stairs (my building is too ghetto for a lift) to this neighbour's party. It was surprisingly un-awkward and fun and I sat down talking to a lawyer for an hour - he thinks I should give evidence in court for the Tibet protests and the mishandling of the protesters as he is representing Christina, another girl who was protesting not far away from us and got put into a head lock by the police...
Next morning, we did the CRAZY AWESOME Star Wars party. Jackass copied his WHOLE show from Spiderjan, it was really quite disgusting to watch, as Jackass' version was a less funny, less talented, watered down version of it. Dilemma, Cesca, Juicy and I all immensely enjoyed ourselves, making strange loud comments and chatting with the parents. THIS KID WAS SO FUCKING RICH, the room decorations alone cost about 500, 000 dollars and basically it was a sick display of conspicious consumption which I usually dislike so much, but the food was excellent and the people fairly friendly, so I guess I can't complain for now...
Anyway, English awaits, will speak with my faithful readers soon.
Bug Love (?)
x
Friday, February 6, 2009
all of the boys and all the girls are begging to if you seek amy :)
HAHAHA Do you guys get it?
Guess who's back? How very exciting, call your friend, jack off your dog, call the police, get a restraining order - I don't care!
What is wrong with me?
So, M.V.A.L (My Very Awful Life, will be known as MVAL from here on) is not getting any less A. Everything I do fails. For example, I will be walking Princess Olly Sausage McChicken Noodle Soup Muffin (Poor, poor dog) and I will see a cute guy, with a cute dog, one of these two things will happen - it's sod's law - either P.O.S.M.N.S.M (he has a magnet that makes other dogs HATE him, I swear) will maim his cute dog, or maim him. Either that, or I will step in dog shit, or sing to my iPod loudly without even realising he's there. This is the kind of bad life I lead...
Anyway, I still haven't worked up the courage to go to French, but I have just been put on a 'progressive' report (I mean, why couldn't they just say "REPORT FOR THE MENTALLY HANDICAPPED GIRL WHO DOESNT ATTEND LESSONS AND SPENDS HER WHOLE DAY AT SCHOOL SMOKING ON THE ROOF OR MINDLESSLY PLAYING COMPUTER GAMES/CHECKING HER FACEBOOK OBSESSIVELY TO SEE IF SHE HAS FRIENDS YET!", I would have rathered that than 'progressive', fuck it's like being called 'special' because you can't speak), which means I have to get all lessons signed off or I'm out. Unfortunately, the school has no inkling that I haven't attended French in about 4 months, and they are going to get a mighty shock when Mr. I-Don't-Get-Laid-Enough-So-I-am-Going-To Assert-What-Little-Authority-I-Have-On-Teenage-Girls-Who-Speak-More-French-Than-Me writes on my 'progressive' report just this.
WE INTERRUPT THIS BORING BITCHING ABOUT A SELFISH TEENAGER TO BRING YOU A SERVICE ANOUNCEMENT OF NEXT TO NO USE (when is a service anouncement ever any use??): NIV OPPENHAIM IS A GOD!
Anyway, so F.A.B and I have been planning our campaign, and it's pretty much set, we just need a sponsor... M and Aardvark say they will sponsor us, but we need to have a picture of them on every poster, MORAL DILEMNA. And speaking of dilemma, she's been acting really distant. I kind of thought we were best friends, but the first time I've seen her in a month would've been today and she's blown me off for M (and probably panth), I mean fair enough - if I hadn't told her about a WEEK in advance - but come on, how can we be friends if we never see each other, isn't that a bit dumb? (actually she is seeing me, all is forgiven)
Oh, as you can probably tell, M and I have made peace, but the war still rages on between me and Panth (okay, so I wouldn't call it a war, since I actually have no hostile feelings towards her) I saw her the other day in Central, actually. It was a little weird... like nothing had happened, until we started talking. She was like "CASSI!" and for a minute I forgot we weren't friends, but then I remembered and it got awkward fast... :(. Well I kind of miss her, so I don't know what to do, whatcha think readers?
So, yesterday, went to go see Muffin and his band perform their EXCELLENT gig at The Vine (for only about 10 minutes I am afraid) with Box Box and felt very awkward with all those moshing christians and sat on the side haha. We also had an excellent dinner at the Dot Cod (I left Box Box there waiting half an hour, having an awkward conversation with my father, sorry Box...:) where I had clam linguini and scampi - everyone should eat those two things there (or the scallops, which are amazing when they are in season).
Today I am off to photoshoot Ho and Pie throw paint at each other in their underwear! YAY! More later mi amigos!
Guess who's back? How very exciting, call your friend, jack off your dog, call the police, get a restraining order - I don't care!
What is wrong with me?
So, M.V.A.L (My Very Awful Life, will be known as MVAL from here on) is not getting any less A. Everything I do fails. For example, I will be walking Princess Olly Sausage McChicken Noodle Soup Muffin (Poor, poor dog) and I will see a cute guy, with a cute dog, one of these two things will happen - it's sod's law - either P.O.S.M.N.S.M (he has a magnet that makes other dogs HATE him, I swear) will maim his cute dog, or maim him. Either that, or I will step in dog shit, or sing to my iPod loudly without even realising he's there. This is the kind of bad life I lead...
Anyway, I still haven't worked up the courage to go to French, but I have just been put on a 'progressive' report (I mean, why couldn't they just say "REPORT FOR THE MENTALLY HANDICAPPED GIRL WHO DOESNT ATTEND LESSONS AND SPENDS HER WHOLE DAY AT SCHOOL SMOKING ON THE ROOF OR MINDLESSLY PLAYING COMPUTER GAMES/CHECKING HER FACEBOOK OBSESSIVELY TO SEE IF SHE HAS FRIENDS YET!", I would have rathered that than 'progressive', fuck it's like being called 'special' because you can't speak), which means I have to get all lessons signed off or I'm out. Unfortunately, the school has no inkling that I haven't attended French in about 4 months, and they are going to get a mighty shock when Mr. I-Don't-Get-Laid-Enough-So-I-am-Going-To Assert-What-Little-Authority-I-Have-On-Teenage-Girls-Who-Speak-More-French-Than-Me writes on my 'progressive' report just this.
WE INTERRUPT THIS BORING BITCHING ABOUT A SELFISH TEENAGER TO BRING YOU A SERVICE ANOUNCEMENT OF NEXT TO NO USE (when is a service anouncement ever any use??): NIV OPPENHAIM IS A GOD!
Anyway, so F.A.B and I have been planning our campaign, and it's pretty much set, we just need a sponsor... M and Aardvark say they will sponsor us, but we need to have a picture of them on every poster, MORAL DILEMNA. And speaking of dilemma, she's been acting really distant. I kind of thought we were best friends, but the first time I've seen her in a month would've been today and she's blown me off for M (and probably panth), I mean fair enough - if I hadn't told her about a WEEK in advance - but come on, how can we be friends if we never see each other, isn't that a bit dumb? (actually she is seeing me, all is forgiven)
Oh, as you can probably tell, M and I have made peace, but the war still rages on between me and Panth (okay, so I wouldn't call it a war, since I actually have no hostile feelings towards her) I saw her the other day in Central, actually. It was a little weird... like nothing had happened, until we started talking. She was like "CASSI!" and for a minute I forgot we weren't friends, but then I remembered and it got awkward fast... :(. Well I kind of miss her, so I don't know what to do, whatcha think readers?
So, yesterday, went to go see Muffin and his band perform their EXCELLENT gig at The Vine (for only about 10 minutes I am afraid) with Box Box and felt very awkward with all those moshing christians and sat on the side haha. We also had an excellent dinner at the Dot Cod (I left Box Box there waiting half an hour, having an awkward conversation with my father, sorry Box...:) where I had clam linguini and scampi - everyone should eat those two things there (or the scallops, which are amazing when they are in season).
Today I am off to photoshoot Ho and Pie throw paint at each other in their underwear! YAY! More later mi amigos!
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Mama Drama
('Haven't we had enough of it?)
'Had the best day ever yesterday, muchos fun. Went with Box Box to Ikea at the ungodly hour of 11:00 (hiddddeously early). We attempted to go shopping for clothes but all the stores were clothes (who gets up at 11:00 anyway?, this is what I was trying to convey to Box Box). We then headed to Ikea, where I lay on the beds uselessly while Box Box struggled with the tape measure. We then headed downstairs, where I proceeded to sit in a trolley and pretend I had mental problems, embarrassing Box Box wholly (by proclaiming loudly "I'm hiding! I am good at hiding, like I told no one about your vibrator in your second drawer" and stroking the shop assistant's face and pronouncing him a "niiice man")
(So my midday drinking took far longer than usual (about two days) and I was far too drunk in the evenings to update.Unless what you guys want to read is mindless drunken burble... wait a second, why else would you be reading this?)
So after Ikea, we went to Cotton On, where I got new jeans, a matching bra and knicker tarten set - why? I do not know, it was exciting at the time - red shoes and a grey vest top. I demanded Box Box come with me for a beer at Cul De Sac - didn't I always tell you shopping makes me thirsty? - and some lung ruination.
Soon after this we parted our seperate ways to get ready for l-l-ladies night (my favourite night of the week). I went home and talked about nothing in partiular to no one in particular and quickly threw on a dress and a pair of tights, with the strange red shoes that didn't go but whatever. I was MEANT to be seeing M at Red at around 7ish, but I got up there to find Aardvark and MB (model buddy) sitting morosely and smoking (not MB, just Aardvark). MB and I had a very good conversation about some particularly unsavoury people (namely one unsavoury person - you won't ever guess who). M showed up late as usual (one of the curses of the rich is that they expect everyone to wait for them...) and we headed to G Bar for copious amounts of vodka, jaegar and red bull (oh and a couple of beers to finish off)... a rather hot 'n steamy video was made when Box Box joined us and had a jaegarbomb (she's asian, thats the equivalent of a galleon of absynthe to the average white person). We then skiddadled down to LKF, because Panth was summoning M and probably wasn't all too pleased about us hanging. So, off M went with Panth (not before I offered her an apology, though half-hearted, I don't think I'll try again since she rejected it) and Aardvark, Box Box, Lazang headed to Balaika's - where they make some of the best drinks in the world. After an attempt to get into Fevar - with me stupidly forgetting the D.OB. on Lazang's ID - we headed to Zinc where we did some death-defying pole dancing, which was - as always - amazingly fun to get oggled that much (though I did particularly miss being friends with Panth at this point, and I also missed RWP - she was in Thailand - overly much) and I always appreciate getting photos taken and drinks bought for me. We then got a call from some people at my school and they told us to get our butts over to Yi Lou, this new-ish club just below Behold, which wasn't much fun so we soon went for a last-ditch attempt at Fevar which was a GREAT SUCCESS! We danced like idiots and I avoided people I didn't want to talk to (or people who knew my names and I didn't know theirs - cus that's always awkward...).
Friday morning woke up with the worst hangover ever at around midday. I then headed out to Dan Ryan's for lunch with M (soup, anyone?). Box Box soon joined us and finished our leftovers and we all headed to Balalaika's (never is it too early to go to Balalaika's!) to meet up with RWP, FAB, Lazang and Aardvark. FAB and I were meant to be planning our attack on KGV in order to win Student Council - we actually didn't get very far since we proceeded to empty various substances down our throats instead. After accumulating a tab of around $800 dollars, graciously discounted by Herbert, our main maaaan, we headed to Cul De Sac for a few beers too, and discussed drink/cigarette extraction methods - FAB favours the whole pouting and squishing boobs together move, something I somehow can never pull off, and RWP and I favour the less subtle "dude can you buy me a drink?". After finishing a couple of beers there (and the rest of my last pack of cigarettes :( ) we headed to La Bodega for some excellent draught Carlsbergs, which always a good way to round off a long day of drinking.
A new day, another excruciating hangover, AND I had to work in the morning. 'Headed out to the Cricket Club for a facepainting gig which was pretty fun. The kids were not nearly as unpleasant as the ones last week and they were considerably cuter, which of course made them more likable. I packed up at the end and headed to the pool to swim (as I am a member and I was there anyway) which got me some funny looks from other people - it was pretty cold - and some even funnier looks from the parents of the birthday child - I think she thought I was scabbing off her membership priveliges, so I quickly explained I was a member. After this, I called RWP and M, RWP was drunk as usual, slumped over the bar at Balalaika's and M was having a get together at his house that evening which we both decided to attend (hey! good company and free booze, what more could you want in this cold, unforgiving world.). RWP came to meet me at the Cricks where we both moped (and wondered whether we could get CAS points for moping) and smoked (rhymage?) and drank, and even ATE (YES LADIES AND GENTS, I SAID ATE!) a bit of calamari. We then proceeded to M's lovely house, to be greeted by a maid who looked straight out of a Victorian novel, in a uniform and everything - which in my opinion is slightly degrading but whatever. We then found a bunch of people congregating around the bar in his living room (both the fact that my friend has a bar and the fact that my friends are congregating around it was no surprise) and we had a few drinks as people kept arriving. To cut a long story short, M and I managed to get in a huge fight (not unusually) and I really am SICK of him. You are ego-centric, money centred, and completely and utterly socially inept. If you want to apologise for something you aren't really sorry for, don't do it. Don't just utter your apology and then say, I didn't really mean that. You are spoilt and ridiculous, and quite frankly I am quite glad I am not you, despite being 'ugly' and 'poor'.
So yeah, fuck you M.
'Had the best day ever yesterday, muchos fun. Went with Box Box to Ikea at the ungodly hour of 11:00 (hiddddeously early). We attempted to go shopping for clothes but all the stores were clothes (who gets up at 11:00 anyway?, this is what I was trying to convey to Box Box). We then headed to Ikea, where I lay on the beds uselessly while Box Box struggled with the tape measure. We then headed downstairs, where I proceeded to sit in a trolley and pretend I had mental problems, embarrassing Box Box wholly (by proclaiming loudly "I'm hiding! I am good at hiding, like I told no one about your vibrator in your second drawer" and stroking the shop assistant's face and pronouncing him a "niiice man")
(So my midday drinking took far longer than usual (about two days) and I was far too drunk in the evenings to update.Unless what you guys want to read is mindless drunken burble... wait a second, why else would you be reading this?)
So after Ikea, we went to Cotton On, where I got new jeans, a matching bra and knicker tarten set - why? I do not know, it was exciting at the time - red shoes and a grey vest top. I demanded Box Box come with me for a beer at Cul De Sac - didn't I always tell you shopping makes me thirsty? - and some lung ruination.
Soon after this we parted our seperate ways to get ready for l-l-ladies night (my favourite night of the week). I went home and talked about nothing in partiular to no one in particular and quickly threw on a dress and a pair of tights, with the strange red shoes that didn't go but whatever. I was MEANT to be seeing M at Red at around 7ish, but I got up there to find Aardvark and MB (model buddy) sitting morosely and smoking (not MB, just Aardvark). MB and I had a very good conversation about some particularly unsavoury people (namely one unsavoury person - you won't ever guess who). M showed up late as usual (one of the curses of the rich is that they expect everyone to wait for them...) and we headed to G Bar for copious amounts of vodka, jaegar and red bull (oh and a couple of beers to finish off)... a rather hot 'n steamy video was made when Box Box joined us and had a jaegarbomb (she's asian, thats the equivalent of a galleon of absynthe to the average white person). We then skiddadled down to LKF, because Panth was summoning M and probably wasn't all too pleased about us hanging. So, off M went with Panth (not before I offered her an apology, though half-hearted, I don't think I'll try again since she rejected it) and Aardvark, Box Box, Lazang headed to Balaika's - where they make some of the best drinks in the world. After an attempt to get into Fevar - with me stupidly forgetting the D.OB. on Lazang's ID - we headed to Zinc where we did some death-defying pole dancing, which was - as always - amazingly fun to get oggled that much (though I did particularly miss being friends with Panth at this point, and I also missed RWP - she was in Thailand - overly much) and I always appreciate getting photos taken and drinks bought for me. We then got a call from some people at my school and they told us to get our butts over to Yi Lou, this new-ish club just below Behold, which wasn't much fun so we soon went for a last-ditch attempt at Fevar which was a GREAT SUCCESS! We danced like idiots and I avoided people I didn't want to talk to (or people who knew my names and I didn't know theirs - cus that's always awkward...).
Friday morning woke up with the worst hangover ever at around midday. I then headed out to Dan Ryan's for lunch with M (soup, anyone?). Box Box soon joined us and finished our leftovers and we all headed to Balalaika's (never is it too early to go to Balalaika's!) to meet up with RWP, FAB, Lazang and Aardvark. FAB and I were meant to be planning our attack on KGV in order to win Student Council - we actually didn't get very far since we proceeded to empty various substances down our throats instead. After accumulating a tab of around $800 dollars, graciously discounted by Herbert, our main maaaan, we headed to Cul De Sac for a few beers too, and discussed drink/cigarette extraction methods - FAB favours the whole pouting and squishing boobs together move, something I somehow can never pull off, and RWP and I favour the less subtle "dude can you buy me a drink?". After finishing a couple of beers there (and the rest of my last pack of cigarettes :( ) we headed to La Bodega for some excellent draught Carlsbergs, which always a good way to round off a long day of drinking.
A new day, another excruciating hangover, AND I had to work in the morning. 'Headed out to the Cricket Club for a facepainting gig which was pretty fun. The kids were not nearly as unpleasant as the ones last week and they were considerably cuter, which of course made them more likable. I packed up at the end and headed to the pool to swim (as I am a member and I was there anyway) which got me some funny looks from other people - it was pretty cold - and some even funnier looks from the parents of the birthday child - I think she thought I was scabbing off her membership priveliges, so I quickly explained I was a member. After this, I called RWP and M, RWP was drunk as usual, slumped over the bar at Balalaika's and M was having a get together at his house that evening which we both decided to attend (hey! good company and free booze, what more could you want in this cold, unforgiving world.). RWP came to meet me at the Cricks where we both moped (and wondered whether we could get CAS points for moping) and smoked (rhymage?) and drank, and even ATE (YES LADIES AND GENTS, I SAID ATE!) a bit of calamari. We then proceeded to M's lovely house, to be greeted by a maid who looked straight out of a Victorian novel, in a uniform and everything - which in my opinion is slightly degrading but whatever. We then found a bunch of people congregating around the bar in his living room (both the fact that my friend has a bar and the fact that my friends are congregating around it was no surprise) and we had a few drinks as people kept arriving. To cut a long story short, M and I managed to get in a huge fight (not unusually) and I really am SICK of him. You are ego-centric, money centred, and completely and utterly socially inept. If you want to apologise for something you aren't really sorry for, don't do it. Don't just utter your apology and then say, I didn't really mean that. You are spoilt and ridiculous, and quite frankly I am quite glad I am not you, despite being 'ugly' and 'poor'.
So yeah, fuck you M.
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Moneybus!
So last night was vaguely horrible. Whatever, the whole point of my blog is to amuse, not to depress, so I will not go into details of my shitty life.
'Was up 'till 4 getting screamed at by my mother, so I only awoke at 3. My mother insisted on going to lunch with me (I would've rather have thrown myself into a vat of boiling lava, naked - but my mother doesn't allow me these choices) to Bread and Breakfast. Let me tell you, there is nothing I hate more than overprice breakfasts (glorified egg on toast). Just because they cost two hundred dollars doesn't mean they taste better. It also doesn't make your dining companion any nicer... ho hum.
After this particularly excruciating ordeal, I headed down to central to go buy some tights, a book and possibly a phone. I actually managed one of these three things so I was actually quite pleased with myself. After scrounging around in World Wide House - that place scares the shit out of me, I never know how to get out :S - for a phone (to no avail), I headed to IFC roof for a cigarette - something about shopping makes me crave fresh air - and a glass of wine at Red- again, shopping makes me thirsty. While sitting outside Red looking disgruntled I saw a bunch of twelve year old whores (I hate these almost as much as I hate over-priced breakfasts) and their male counterparts. They kept on looking at me and I felt like punching them in the face, but I already have a criminal record for grevious bodily harm...
I couldn't find the book I wanted anywhere, so I headed back home and got ready for dinner with my father at the Cricket Club. 'Had some mediocre food and even more mediocre conversation, and headed home to write this.
Oh! And the reason for the title is that today I called a minibus a moneybus, I am such a jew.
x
'Was up 'till 4 getting screamed at by my mother, so I only awoke at 3. My mother insisted on going to lunch with me (I would've rather have thrown myself into a vat of boiling lava, naked - but my mother doesn't allow me these choices) to Bread and Breakfast. Let me tell you, there is nothing I hate more than overprice breakfasts (glorified egg on toast). Just because they cost two hundred dollars doesn't mean they taste better. It also doesn't make your dining companion any nicer... ho hum.
After this particularly excruciating ordeal, I headed down to central to go buy some tights, a book and possibly a phone. I actually managed one of these three things so I was actually quite pleased with myself. After scrounging around in World Wide House - that place scares the shit out of me, I never know how to get out :S - for a phone (to no avail), I headed to IFC roof for a cigarette - something about shopping makes me crave fresh air - and a glass of wine at Red- again, shopping makes me thirsty. While sitting outside Red looking disgruntled I saw a bunch of twelve year old whores (I hate these almost as much as I hate over-priced breakfasts) and their male counterparts. They kept on looking at me and I felt like punching them in the face, but I already have a criminal record for grevious bodily harm...
I couldn't find the book I wanted anywhere, so I headed back home and got ready for dinner with my father at the Cricket Club. 'Had some mediocre food and even more mediocre conversation, and headed home to write this.
Oh! And the reason for the title is that today I called a minibus a moneybus, I am such a jew.
x
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Lazy Sundays, Moody Mondays and Terrible Tuesdays
So Sunday, 'Went to work at like mid-fucking-day, in Stanley.
NIGHTMARE bratty white kids. I was a fairly unimpressed Princess Belle and the birthday girl looked at me like I was something on the bottom of her shoe, hardly the reaction I was looking for. Again, I never ever want children, they are insolent, rude and very ungrateful for you squeezing them out of a certain orifice.... I was VERY hungover and the LAST thing I wanted was for some two-bit mini uber-blonde reminding me how much I hate my job. I love my job, I love my job, I love my job, I love my job...
Monday met up with Box Box in Central (after she woke me up by telling my brother it was an emergency phonecall and to wake me up - i could've hit her over the head with a frying pan, NO ONE WAKES ME UP BEFORE MIDDAY IN THE HOLIDAYS) to go with her familia to Chinese New Year lunch. Box Box has delightfully Chinese relatives (though herself being quite the sino-phobe) and they were very friendly (and generous with their li-ci {sp?} packets) even though Box Box and I spent the majority of the time laughing in the corner by ourselves. The food was really great - though I had NO CLUE what I was eating half the time. We then took a taxi (yes, i know... it was chinese new year and we were CELEBRATING) into central from Box box's relative's place in Parkview. Once there, we skidaddled (sp?) to Cotton On, to find - to our horror! - it was closed. After much humming and aahing - we hate when our plans for free clothing are interrupted - we headed to H&M to get some delightful things, though we didnt find anything and Tami actually BOUGHT something.
After this, we went to Zara where we had considerably more success. i picked myself up a one shouldered black dress and a checked black and white tube dress - great success! - and Box Box got various things. Flushed with the success of our 'purchases' we headed back to mine. I then called my dad to force him to buy us dinner - but we had to stop at Balalaika's for a drink first (an absolutely necessary step) . At dinner at the FCC my father warned me about the million thousand dangers of smoking - his favourite thing to do in the world - and I enjoyed my bangers n mash while Box Box looked on enviously over her rather sad chicken tikka salad.
I love family dinners.
I then headed back home and watched twilight. AS MUCH AS I HATED THE FILM, I must say, in the scene where whatever-that-pale-faced-girl-with-no-personality-is-called walks in and sees the hot-in-a-really-cliched-kind-of-way-vampire in the bio labs, and he has the bird wings behind him and he looks like an angel, the filming is almost good. Actually it was a really well filmed scene. So mad props for turning a shit book into an-almost decently filmed movie!
On Tuesday I slept in, I always sleep in but whatever, and awoke to find C tutoring my brother in his room and my mother doing something. No-one was noticing me so I got down to what I do best, (not that you sick bitches) I did nothing. Then I had a shower, and did some more of nothing. Then I had a family outing (I hate family outings.... scratch that I hate my family) to JM's house. It's actually decently nice but I HATE going to Sai Kung so I am always in a bad mood. We had some delicious Argentenian beef and I think my mother actually made a friend or two which is amazing
Anyway, I am getting the shit kicked out of me by two 15 year olds...
ciao love you
Sunday, January 25, 2009
TO BLOG... OR NOT TO BLOG?
So for once I was actually contemplating NOT updating, I KNOW! QUELLE HORREUR!
So where do I start? I think with Friday probably.
So, most of you will probably find this HILARIOUS but me and Fresh Air Buddie are running for student council. Yes you read correctly, and you better fucking vote for us because we are awesome (I REALLY need to do something political so I can do politics at uni :) ) and cus if you don't you know I'll beat the crap out of you.
I was in detention on friday, which you all know is not unusual (though it is the first of it's kind at KGV!) and all I did was colour in my nails a funny shade of purple which I found and stole in lost property. Everytime the teacher walked in I had to pretend to be doing something productive (who says coloring in your nails is not productive?) and pretend to work.. Hai, I hate Fridays.
'Got the bus home - cus I'm poor - and met two delightful Lebanese twins who go to my school (I rudely interrpted their conversation, demanding to know what language they spoke, and they were oh so gracious about it, unlike normal people who react violently when I randomly accosted them) and speaking to them was far more amusing then trying to struggle through John Stuart Mill's On Liberty (ONE of the most tiring books in the world).
Went home, showered and stuffs, went to my Daddy's house for dinner with a slight detour to balaika's for ONE drink and had a nice chat with Herbert, the delightful bartender.
Saturday morning was woken up too early for my liking (11:00) because C had come over to tutor my brother and I maths. 'Had a little trouble with simultaneous equations but other than that it went fine. For lunch, C and I went to Taco Loco (classy?) and talked for two hours about random things (Obama, social cliques, women's rights, the Israeli Palestinian conflict among thenm) and then I hopped to the office to do my accounts.
'Got home with just 1 hour to get ready, LEAPT into the bath and hurried out to Blue Bar to meet M, this plan failed as blue bar seemed to be shut, so we re-arranged to meet at Buddha Lounge (also shut) and finally rendez-vous'd at Balalaika's (Why sdo we only hangout at bars beginning with "B"?). 'Said hi to Herbert, had a jaeger bomb and a corona and proceeded to go to Azure at the top of the LKF hotel, where I had yet another jaegerbomb, two vodka redbulls and three glasses of wine. Then I met C (M ditched me for dinner) at Balalaika's (I spend a hell of a lot of time in that place...) and we had a beer before exiting to meet Tami et al, for M's CNY party.
Got there and they weren't letting people in without ID so C and I reckoned we'd give it a try, him being 19 and everything, and we got in just fine. Once in there, not wanting to sit with people I knew, I steered C over to a group of random looking people and our night started! Long story short, I got steadily drunker and sluttier (more slutty than usual, can you believe it?) and I wound up home by 1:30 like the good gilr who obeys curfew does...
DID NOT FEEL GREAT THIS MORNING, but last night was kind of fun. Oh except for the fact M and Panther aren't talking to me. Panther and I had a HUGE fight in the VIP room about the whole gossip girl thing. The funny thing is, I was sure I'd told her and she made the strangest comment to me, "You always do this, Cassi"
I am not going into this, because getting revenge via blog is really truly pathetic. In fact I don't want revenge at all in fact as she is one of my best friends.
But com'on Panth, you and me both know that ain't right.
So where do I start? I think with Friday probably.
So, most of you will probably find this HILARIOUS but me and Fresh Air Buddie are running for student council. Yes you read correctly, and you better fucking vote for us because we are awesome (I REALLY need to do something political so I can do politics at uni :) ) and cus if you don't you know I'll beat the crap out of you.
I was in detention on friday, which you all know is not unusual (though it is the first of it's kind at KGV!) and all I did was colour in my nails a funny shade of purple which I found and stole in lost property. Everytime the teacher walked in I had to pretend to be doing something productive (who says coloring in your nails is not productive?) and pretend to work.. Hai, I hate Fridays.
'Got the bus home - cus I'm poor - and met two delightful Lebanese twins who go to my school (I rudely interrpted their conversation, demanding to know what language they spoke, and they were oh so gracious about it, unlike normal people who react violently when I randomly accosted them) and speaking to them was far more amusing then trying to struggle through John Stuart Mill's On Liberty (ONE of the most tiring books in the world).
Went home, showered and stuffs, went to my Daddy's house for dinner with a slight detour to balaika's for ONE drink and had a nice chat with Herbert, the delightful bartender.
Saturday morning was woken up too early for my liking (11:00) because C had come over to tutor my brother and I maths. 'Had a little trouble with simultaneous equations but other than that it went fine. For lunch, C and I went to Taco Loco (classy?) and talked for two hours about random things (Obama, social cliques, women's rights, the Israeli Palestinian conflict among thenm) and then I hopped to the office to do my accounts.
'Got home with just 1 hour to get ready, LEAPT into the bath and hurried out to Blue Bar to meet M, this plan failed as blue bar seemed to be shut, so we re-arranged to meet at Buddha Lounge (also shut) and finally rendez-vous'd at Balalaika's (Why sdo we only hangout at bars beginning with "B"?). 'Said hi to Herbert, had a jaeger bomb and a corona and proceeded to go to Azure at the top of the LKF hotel, where I had yet another jaegerbomb, two vodka redbulls and three glasses of wine. Then I met C (M ditched me for dinner) at Balalaika's (I spend a hell of a lot of time in that place...) and we had a beer before exiting to meet Tami et al, for M's CNY party.
Got there and they weren't letting people in without ID so C and I reckoned we'd give it a try, him being 19 and everything, and we got in just fine. Once in there, not wanting to sit with people I knew, I steered C over to a group of random looking people and our night started! Long story short, I got steadily drunker and sluttier (more slutty than usual, can you believe it?) and I wound up home by 1:30 like the good gilr who obeys curfew does...
DID NOT FEEL GREAT THIS MORNING, but last night was kind of fun. Oh except for the fact M and Panther aren't talking to me. Panther and I had a HUGE fight in the VIP room about the whole gossip girl thing. The funny thing is, I was sure I'd told her and she made the strangest comment to me, "You always do this, Cassi"
I am not going into this, because getting revenge via blog is really truly pathetic. In fact I don't want revenge at all in fact as she is one of my best friends.
But com'on Panth, you and me both know that ain't right.
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Thats the way the cookie crumbles!
So after Textiles (this is yesterday) i had... I don't remember what. but anyway!
Lunchtime, Mr. Rodda aproached me (with his scary smile and homosexual jewellary not to mention is scarily white eyelashes) to remind me that his meeting with my mother with my mother was imminant (say, at like 2:30), JUST what I wanted to be reminded of. On the upside, I got to miss PE which I don't usually go to anyway but still, there is always an upside to being a teenage delinquent.
Anyways, so at the meeting they said the usual things ("Cassi really is intelligent, she just doesn't do... well, anything. She needs to work to her potential to be able to stay in this fine (crap) instituition of young minds (garbage)"). So after wrestling with this VERY strange sentence - all the while trying not to stare at mr. rodda's eyelashes (I have never heard my school refered to as a "fine instituition" by anyone, let alone the teachers who have to deal with all my issues on a daily basis. THEY should be the ones in rehab, or at least some kind of mental institution, do they not see how utterly mad everyone in this place is (RWP refers to my school as "Prison" - which is really something from someone coming from Island School :0 )
So after this particularly surreal episode in the IT support room (see how shit our school is, they don't even have a decent place to have meetings with parents - siu mai just reminded me of the conference room, but it was probably being used by some other delinquent's parents) I headed outside with my mother (neither of us talking, we don't really talk) then reminded her I had fashion show rehearsals (I didn't) and headed off to central to go smoke by myself in IFC roof because i AM COMPLETELY AND UTTERLY FRIENDLESS! yay! Fortunately once I got up there I bumped into 'Fro and Jamie (WILL THINK OF CODE NAME LATER) so at least I didn't look too lonely. However they soon buggered off to the gym to go get "BAFFF" and I went to WRP's house. Where she provided me with delightful things such as cherry tomatoes, peanuts, cookies (hence the blog title) and of course, her juices ;)
We had a lovely time making use of the school uniform - making it innapropriate - and taking photos on her awesome computer (WITH NEW LAMP - WRP is no longer orange :):) ) and bitched about the lack of remotely suitable (we'd settle for just human at this point) males in our lives. Also how all males are completely and utterly given to screwing us over.... How awful are our lives? Haha. At the end of all this amusement, I made her walk down with me (like I always do) and I had an inhalation sensation while she formed a plan for us to screw up various people... I love my best friend.
Got home, didn't blog (!) because I couldn't be fucked (hence me writing about the rest of yesterday, today) and realised I haven't had a drink in exactly a week, which is more than a little alarming. Anyway, watched some serial killer documentary on TV (Fred and Rose West, the most alarming ones of the lot, they freak the shit out of me).
This morning, didn't set my alarm so I woke to the dulcet tones of my mother's voice screaming at me for not setting my alarm (dude, I was up like ten minutes late) and I slammed my door in her face and locked it...
No Wheel today, so my bus ride was fairly uneventful and I was bored out of my mind, no tip for the 7-11 lady (she actually gave me more change then she should've, which made my Jew senses tingle) Then I had film studies where Koko, Excellent Victory and Twin no.1 (or 2., I am not too sure with those two, if you have them next to each other and you look at one, then the other lots of times it's really fucking trippy haha)
Now I am in my free with Siu Mai and I wish I had English rite now.
Lunchtime, Mr. Rodda aproached me (with his scary smile and homosexual jewellary not to mention is scarily white eyelashes) to remind me that his meeting with my mother with my mother was imminant (say, at like 2:30), JUST what I wanted to be reminded of. On the upside, I got to miss PE which I don't usually go to anyway but still, there is always an upside to being a teenage delinquent.
Anyways, so at the meeting they said the usual things ("Cassi really is intelligent, she just doesn't do... well, anything. She needs to work to her potential to be able to stay in this fine (crap) instituition of young minds (garbage)"). So after wrestling with this VERY strange sentence - all the while trying not to stare at mr. rodda's eyelashes (I have never heard my school refered to as a "fine instituition" by anyone, let alone the teachers who have to deal with all my issues on a daily basis. THEY should be the ones in rehab, or at least some kind of mental institution, do they not see how utterly mad everyone in this place is (RWP refers to my school as "Prison" - which is really something from someone coming from Island School :0 )
So after this particularly surreal episode in the IT support room (see how shit our school is, they don't even have a decent place to have meetings with parents - siu mai just reminded me of the conference room, but it was probably being used by some other delinquent's parents) I headed outside with my mother (neither of us talking, we don't really talk) then reminded her I had fashion show rehearsals (I didn't) and headed off to central to go smoke by myself in IFC roof because i AM COMPLETELY AND UTTERLY FRIENDLESS! yay! Fortunately once I got up there I bumped into 'Fro and Jamie (WILL THINK OF CODE NAME LATER) so at least I didn't look too lonely. However they soon buggered off to the gym to go get "BAFFF" and I went to WRP's house. Where she provided me with delightful things such as cherry tomatoes, peanuts, cookies (hence the blog title) and of course, her juices ;)
We had a lovely time making use of the school uniform - making it innapropriate - and taking photos on her awesome computer (WITH NEW LAMP - WRP is no longer orange :):) ) and bitched about the lack of remotely suitable (we'd settle for just human at this point) males in our lives. Also how all males are completely and utterly given to screwing us over.... How awful are our lives? Haha. At the end of all this amusement, I made her walk down with me (like I always do) and I had an inhalation sensation while she formed a plan for us to screw up various people... I love my best friend.
Got home, didn't blog (!) because I couldn't be fucked (hence me writing about the rest of yesterday, today) and realised I haven't had a drink in exactly a week, which is more than a little alarming. Anyway, watched some serial killer documentary on TV (Fred and Rose West, the most alarming ones of the lot, they freak the shit out of me).
This morning, didn't set my alarm so I woke to the dulcet tones of my mother's voice screaming at me for not setting my alarm (dude, I was up like ten minutes late) and I slammed my door in her face and locked it...
No Wheel today, so my bus ride was fairly uneventful and I was bored out of my mind, no tip for the 7-11 lady (she actually gave me more change then she should've, which made my Jew senses tingle) Then I had film studies where Koko, Excellent Victory and Twin no.1 (or 2., I am not too sure with those two, if you have them next to each other and you look at one, then the other lots of times it's really fucking trippy haha)
Now I am in my free with Siu Mai and I wish I had English rite now.
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
OH MY BLOG!
Textiles is the best lesson to blog in... We are allowed computers and Mrs. Walton doesn't particularly check up on us. Also, I don't count Textiles as one of my important subjects (haha okay, so it's not my ONE important subject, basically it's not English).
So... I guess I don't need to tell you I went to sleep late last night, I have pretty much turned nocturnal (during the day I am a zombie powered with 3 or 4 cans of redbulls). I actually went to bed earlir than usual last night however, as my mother turned up home EARLY (at like 12:00) and I was still on the computer. Wishing to avoid talking to my dear mother, I pulled the plug out of the socket (apparently that's bad for your comouter, but thats the only way I ever switch mine off :S) ran to my room, only to find all my new clothes all over my bed, I hastily switched off the light, threw my duvet on top of them and it looked like I was in bed, albeit uncomfortably. So I waited till I thought she was safely passed out, but as I stealthily lef t my room she was slumped against a wall (uh-oh) and saw me and immediatly starts slurring at me... OH Great. Did I mention that her breath at this point was strong enough to get ME drunk (and I pride myself on my high tolerance) or at least pickle Vladimir Lenin, just my standing near her. So as usual I am faced with the diemma of whether I should just turn around and hope she doesn't recognise me (unlikey as I am her daughter) or stay and talk for two mintues then try and extricate myself and actually go to bed. I went for the latter and stood with her in the kitchen for a bit while she ate. Let me tell you, I cannot think of anything more disgusting then watching a drunk person eat, it drives me abso-fucking-lutely mad to see half a masticated vegetable rolling around in some moron's mouth. I love my mother... not.
Anyway, I finally got out of there (I hardly ever interact with my mother, but when I do it's almost always unpleasant...) and chucked all the stuff that was formally IN my bed, UNDER it which was a slight improvement, but it didn't all quite fit so some of it was spilling out... Kind of like trying to put a thousand popcorn kernals into a popcorn cup that's only made to hold 700. In other words, difficult to make it look like my room look remotely neat... :(
Fell asleep immediatly, much to my surprise and woke up at 6:30 feeling rather good. Good mood didn't last long (they never do) when I saw that my mother was up and she was making eggs. I HATE WHEN MY MOTHER IS UP IN THE MORNINGS, IT RUINS MY WHOLE GROOVE. So we had a screaming match about her drinking - not unusually - and she denied it, which made me laugh quite hysterically (really, who does she think she's kidding, I'm not as dumb as people think)...
So I hopped on the bus and to my surprise, Wheel was on there (he stalks me in the mornings, it's really quite nice) and I laughed at his silly tracksuit trousers. Sorry Wheel, you know I love you majorly... This cheered me up more than usual, and as I made my usual 7-11 stop I was practically SMILING (ok, maybe that's taking it a little far, but I WAS considerably cheerier than I had been when I left my house) and I bought my redbulls, gum and cigs and even gave the lady a tip - which was meant to be my lunch money, but she really is nice and always lets me buy cigs in my school uniform, I hope we can be friends :) I kid.
First period of the day was TOK which I slept through entirely, despite having consumed two cans of red bull previosuly. THE BLOODY GUY ON THE LEFT OF ME KEPT TAPPING THE TABLE AND KEPT LAUGHING WHEN I SHOT HIM THE EVIL EYE. I can't believe he ruined the only sleep I usually get, I am going to kill that cunt.
Then I had maths when my and Gyppo argued about who was more of a pikey, me or him (I said him because he has darker skin and went to state school and he said me 'cus I was from eastern europe, my point was blatently better...) and we had a math test to which of my answers were mostly "?" which probably won't get me any marks (so I decorated them with flowers, they'll have to give me a mark for that...).
Next up was Film in which Sunshine and I had to make our Genre Presentations. Sunshine has been telling me for two WEEKS to write a script, he wrote one, I didn't and winged it, and the teacher said I was better. HAHAHAHA IN YO' FACE, I TOLD YOU I WAS THE QUEEN OF BULLSHIT :).
So now I am in Textiles, I just made my Challenge Week (like a week were we all go on a school trip) choice, and I chose Year 8 Camp, as I am banned from going abroad by the school (Cambodia etc) with Fuzzy, Capes, R and J&J
YAY! Not, I fucking hate year eights, I am going to ANNIHILATE THEM
So... I guess I don't need to tell you I went to sleep late last night, I have pretty much turned nocturnal (during the day I am a zombie powered with 3 or 4 cans of redbulls). I actually went to bed earlir than usual last night however, as my mother turned up home EARLY (at like 12:00) and I was still on the computer. Wishing to avoid talking to my dear mother, I pulled the plug out of the socket (apparently that's bad for your comouter, but thats the only way I ever switch mine off :S) ran to my room, only to find all my new clothes all over my bed, I hastily switched off the light, threw my duvet on top of them and it looked like I was in bed, albeit uncomfortably. So I waited till I thought she was safely passed out, but as I stealthily lef t my room she was slumped against a wall (uh-oh) and saw me and immediatly starts slurring at me... OH Great. Did I mention that her breath at this point was strong enough to get ME drunk (and I pride myself on my high tolerance) or at least pickle Vladimir Lenin, just my standing near her. So as usual I am faced with the diemma of whether I should just turn around and hope she doesn't recognise me (unlikey as I am her daughter) or stay and talk for two mintues then try and extricate myself and actually go to bed. I went for the latter and stood with her in the kitchen for a bit while she ate. Let me tell you, I cannot think of anything more disgusting then watching a drunk person eat, it drives me abso-fucking-lutely mad to see half a masticated vegetable rolling around in some moron's mouth. I love my mother... not.
Anyway, I finally got out of there (I hardly ever interact with my mother, but when I do it's almost always unpleasant...) and chucked all the stuff that was formally IN my bed, UNDER it which was a slight improvement, but it didn't all quite fit so some of it was spilling out... Kind of like trying to put a thousand popcorn kernals into a popcorn cup that's only made to hold 700. In other words, difficult to make it look like my room look remotely neat... :(
Fell asleep immediatly, much to my surprise and woke up at 6:30 feeling rather good. Good mood didn't last long (they never do) when I saw that my mother was up and she was making eggs. I HATE WHEN MY MOTHER IS UP IN THE MORNINGS, IT RUINS MY WHOLE GROOVE. So we had a screaming match about her drinking - not unusually - and she denied it, which made me laugh quite hysterically (really, who does she think she's kidding, I'm not as dumb as people think)...
So I hopped on the bus and to my surprise, Wheel was on there (he stalks me in the mornings, it's really quite nice) and I laughed at his silly tracksuit trousers. Sorry Wheel, you know I love you majorly... This cheered me up more than usual, and as I made my usual 7-11 stop I was practically SMILING (ok, maybe that's taking it a little far, but I WAS considerably cheerier than I had been when I left my house) and I bought my redbulls, gum and cigs and even gave the lady a tip - which was meant to be my lunch money, but she really is nice and always lets me buy cigs in my school uniform, I hope we can be friends :) I kid.
First period of the day was TOK which I slept through entirely, despite having consumed two cans of red bull previosuly. THE BLOODY GUY ON THE LEFT OF ME KEPT TAPPING THE TABLE AND KEPT LAUGHING WHEN I SHOT HIM THE EVIL EYE. I can't believe he ruined the only sleep I usually get, I am going to kill that cunt.
Then I had maths when my and Gyppo argued about who was more of a pikey, me or him (I said him because he has darker skin and went to state school and he said me 'cus I was from eastern europe, my point was blatently better...) and we had a math test to which of my answers were mostly "?" which probably won't get me any marks (so I decorated them with flowers, they'll have to give me a mark for that...).
Next up was Film in which Sunshine and I had to make our Genre Presentations. Sunshine has been telling me for two WEEKS to write a script, he wrote one, I didn't and winged it, and the teacher said I was better. HAHAHAHA IN YO' FACE, I TOLD YOU I WAS THE QUEEN OF BULLSHIT :).
So now I am in Textiles, I just made my Challenge Week (like a week were we all go on a school trip) choice, and I chose Year 8 Camp, as I am banned from going abroad by the school (Cambodia etc) with Fuzzy, Capes, R and J&J
YAY! Not, I fucking hate year eights, I am going to ANNIHILATE THEM
I just remembered...
Island School Gossip Girl...
I am not sure if you heard, Island School has a new Gossip Girl. I was so amused by this when I heard as I found it nice not to be targeted by this sort of thing. Apparently it's a lot of fun talking about me, or at least there is no gossip over there, because look at the text the Island School kids all received this afternoon
"We have all head about C.T infamous clit piercing but we were never sure if it was really true. M.V. was kind enough to check for us during a night of steamy alone time and sure enough there is no explicit jewellery to speak of. Well, someone was bound to find out in the end. Xoxo GG"
COME ON PEOPLE, get over the old news. Talk about something new for a change.
I am not sure if you heard, Island School has a new Gossip Girl. I was so amused by this when I heard as I found it nice not to be targeted by this sort of thing. Apparently it's a lot of fun talking about me, or at least there is no gossip over there, because look at the text the Island School kids all received this afternoon
"We have all head about C.T infamous clit piercing but we were never sure if it was really true. M.V. was kind enough to check for us during a night of steamy alone time and sure enough there is no explicit jewellery to speak of. Well, someone was bound to find out in the end. Xoxo GG"
COME ON PEOPLE, get over the old news. Talk about something new for a change.
Infintessimal decimals
So after "French" I had English, which was crazy awesome as usual.
BUT may I just say, what the fuck does that bitch who sits at the back of our classroom with her laptop think she is? I swear if she asks me to say 'please', or tell me not to come in late. OUR REAL TEACHER DOESN'T MIND AND NOR SHOULD YOU. May I also tell you to stop trying to start the class earlier when Mr. Wheeler isn't there, it's not making you anymore popular with us 'kids' and I kind of want to put your head in a fishbowl with piranhas in it (T and Stoner were showing me the sickest - and most awesomely cool - videos of rats getting torn apart by piranhas, now that's entertainment. p.s. I would like a piranha for christmas please?)
So we had lunch time and Box Box came into my school which always makes me feel super happy. I also saw Buckle for the last ever time which was mucho depressing, but I wrote him a nice letter in philosophy which I spent ages decorating, I fucking hope he appreciates that shit, I did it in my BEST handwriting... During lunch I didn't do much, caught up with Box Box which was pretty nice - she doesn't read my blog which is usually grounds to ditch a friend but she is more like a dirty bandaid - she's ugly, slightly yellow and refuses to get off my back. I kid :).
Lunch was finally over - I hate lunchtimes at my school, they make me feel so AWKWARD! Seriously, talk about getting "SSC-ed" (the act of standing with a group of people who suddenly disperse and leave you all alone looking like a pillock) - that shit happens to ME everyday. Though I am pretty sure it's not by accident. I must make friends I must make friends I must make friends...
Anyway, Fresh Air Buddie and I decided that assembly sucked so we ditched and got ready to leave school. However Mr. I'm-a-dwarf-and-i-feel-emasculated-around-real-men-like-Cassi-Wightman was standing at the gate so we couldn't leave, much to our dismay. But we were dying for a cigarette and there was no way we were going back to assembly, so we climbed all the stairs to our old smoking place. However, this has become risky over the last couple of months as random teachers occasionally wander up there and we have to stub out our cigs (I fucking hate wasting cigarettes) and act innocent (which is highly difficult with a face like mine). So, Fresh Air Buddie (the brains behind many a furtive smoking operations came up with a brilliant idea : we slit UNDER the gate of the tennis court and climbed UP the ladder to the roof roof, it was ingenius! I was v. impressed and only SLIGHTLY put off by my fear of ladders (well, okay, I was a lot put off but that doesnt sound very cool, does it?).
So after our various inhalation escapades we returned to the ground to go retrieve FAB's bag from the locker room... But alas! as we round the corner we almost come face to face with Mr. St. Paul. Luckily for us, Mr. St. Paul doesn't realise the difference between assembly and break time (I bet he couldnt even find his way to his own nose, as nice as he is) so we had a quick chat with him which resulted in no detentions... result!
After this near perilous run-in with a teacher we finally got to the locker room where we found a whole bunch of people sitting on the floor, avoiding assemblies - this is how much our school hates Mr. Wickins' speeches, they are so boring they make reading Jane Austen sound appealing and I fucking HATE Jane Austen.
I met up with Box Box at around 3:20 and we hopped down to Mongkok to take the train back to civilization (Central, nowhere in Kowloon is civilised). Then we shimmied our way to Cotton On where I inadvertantly borrowed some lingerie and a jumper (or three). I then persuaded Box Box that coming to my house would be MUCH more useful in later life than studying for her SATs which are on Saturday (OR CATTURDAY! :):):) ), so she came over to my ghetto mid-levels apartment.
MAY I JUST TELL YOU ONE THING ABOUT MY APPARTMENT: It is small. Think... if you ever found the last digit of pi and put as many zeros in front of it as digits, thats the size of my house in square millimetres. Or if you measure how many minutes of school Muffin DOESN'T sleep through and you will have the size of my flat in millimetres. My house is smaller than Box Box's boobs! NOW do you get my point? AND, of this space, my dog takes up approximately ten 5ths of it (for you idiots out there, that's twice the size). It's not much fun going to my house...
I wish I had money. I would rather have money than love. I know a lot of people who say this, but I am abso-fucking-lutely serious. Love can't buy you the new box of pure gold crayons or a pet piranha with diamond teeth (though I am sure if you have ever broken up with someone you have felt like throwing them to the piranhas, money will allow for this) and other absolutely necessary items for day to day life.
Alas, my faithful readers, when I have money I shall die happily when I get eaten by my jewel encrusted piranha...
:)
BUT may I just say, what the fuck does that bitch who sits at the back of our classroom with her laptop think she is? I swear if she asks me to say 'please', or tell me not to come in late. OUR REAL TEACHER DOESN'T MIND AND NOR SHOULD YOU. May I also tell you to stop trying to start the class earlier when Mr. Wheeler isn't there, it's not making you anymore popular with us 'kids' and I kind of want to put your head in a fishbowl with piranhas in it (T and Stoner were showing me the sickest - and most awesomely cool - videos of rats getting torn apart by piranhas, now that's entertainment. p.s. I would like a piranha for christmas please?)
So we had lunch time and Box Box came into my school which always makes me feel super happy. I also saw Buckle for the last ever time which was mucho depressing, but I wrote him a nice letter in philosophy which I spent ages decorating, I fucking hope he appreciates that shit, I did it in my BEST handwriting... During lunch I didn't do much, caught up with Box Box which was pretty nice - she doesn't read my blog which is usually grounds to ditch a friend but she is more like a dirty bandaid - she's ugly, slightly yellow and refuses to get off my back. I kid :).
Lunch was finally over - I hate lunchtimes at my school, they make me feel so AWKWARD! Seriously, talk about getting "SSC-ed" (the act of standing with a group of people who suddenly disperse and leave you all alone looking like a pillock) - that shit happens to ME everyday. Though I am pretty sure it's not by accident. I must make friends I must make friends I must make friends...
Anyway, Fresh Air Buddie and I decided that assembly sucked so we ditched and got ready to leave school. However Mr. I'm-a-dwarf-and-i-feel-emasculated-around-real-men-like-Cassi-Wightman was standing at the gate so we couldn't leave, much to our dismay. But we were dying for a cigarette and there was no way we were going back to assembly, so we climbed all the stairs to our old smoking place. However, this has become risky over the last couple of months as random teachers occasionally wander up there and we have to stub out our cigs (I fucking hate wasting cigarettes) and act innocent (which is highly difficult with a face like mine). So, Fresh Air Buddie (the brains behind many a furtive smoking operations came up with a brilliant idea : we slit UNDER the gate of the tennis court and climbed UP the ladder to the roof roof, it was ingenius! I was v. impressed and only SLIGHTLY put off by my fear of ladders (well, okay, I was a lot put off but that doesnt sound very cool, does it?).
So after our various inhalation escapades we returned to the ground to go retrieve FAB's bag from the locker room... But alas! as we round the corner we almost come face to face with Mr. St. Paul. Luckily for us, Mr. St. Paul doesn't realise the difference between assembly and break time (I bet he couldnt even find his way to his own nose, as nice as he is) so we had a quick chat with him which resulted in no detentions... result!
After this near perilous run-in with a teacher we finally got to the locker room where we found a whole bunch of people sitting on the floor, avoiding assemblies - this is how much our school hates Mr. Wickins' speeches, they are so boring they make reading Jane Austen sound appealing and I fucking HATE Jane Austen.
I met up with Box Box at around 3:20 and we hopped down to Mongkok to take the train back to civilization (Central, nowhere in Kowloon is civilised). Then we shimmied our way to Cotton On where I inadvertantly borrowed some lingerie and a jumper (or three). I then persuaded Box Box that coming to my house would be MUCH more useful in later life than studying for her SATs which are on Saturday (OR CATTURDAY! :):):) ), so she came over to my ghetto mid-levels apartment.
MAY I JUST TELL YOU ONE THING ABOUT MY APPARTMENT: It is small. Think... if you ever found the last digit of pi and put as many zeros in front of it as digits, thats the size of my house in square millimetres. Or if you measure how many minutes of school Muffin DOESN'T sleep through and you will have the size of my flat in millimetres. My house is smaller than Box Box's boobs! NOW do you get my point? AND, of this space, my dog takes up approximately ten 5ths of it (for you idiots out there, that's twice the size). It's not much fun going to my house...
I wish I had money. I would rather have money than love. I know a lot of people who say this, but I am abso-fucking-lutely serious. Love can't buy you the new box of pure gold crayons or a pet piranha with diamond teeth (though I am sure if you have ever broken up with someone you have felt like throwing them to the piranhas, money will allow for this) and other absolutely necessary items for day to day life.
Alas, my faithful readers, when I have money I shall die happily when I get eaten by my jewel encrusted piranha...
:)
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
It's Blog o'clock!
WHAT TIME IS IT?
IT'S BLOG O'CLOCK
Anyway, after this I as usual forced people to read my blog. I am actually getting some really nice feedback which i am tres pleased about - I am glad you find my life more interesting than I do!
So, went to bed late last night (omg! routine change... not) and forgot to write my leaving letter to buckle, which I should totally do right now but my blog, as always, takes priority :). Talking about buckle he is going to come to school today, which will be the last time I see him before he goes away which is pretty sad.
!
This morning I got up (I was randomly talking about me being "the only human here" in my sleep) and snoozed for about quarter of an hour which ALWAYS makes me late - but hey, i'm not complaining, I am not that much of a fan of kgv. So, I skidaddled off to central (but not before I bumped into Danwheel which was a very pleasant surprise - he was standing right outside my house! It made my day), picked up three red bulls and a pack of cigs, like every morning - TECHNICALLY I am not meant to be having sugar, but hey I sure as hell need fuckloads to get through a day in this shithole
At laaaaaast I arrive at Mongkok to a bursting-at-the-seams taxi queue.
NOTE TO LOCAL SCHOOL KIDS: PLEASE SHARE YOUR FUCKING CABS! I GET SO FUCKING PISSED WHEN I HAVE TO STAND IN A QUEUE FOR HALF A FUCKING HOUR WAITING FOR TEN KIDS WHO GO TO THE SAME SCHOOL GETTING IN ONE CAB EACH. STOP.BEING.SUCH.FUCKING.MORONS.
Anyway, throughout this ordeal, a strangely clad Indian woman with makeup that looked like it had been applied with garden tools was standing really close to me - I really thought my bag was about to get jacked. However, after half an hour from strange stares from me she suddenly asks me if she can share a cab with me. Seriously, why didn't she ask this while I was looking at her like she was a criminal?? COME ON PEOPLE LEARN SOCIAL SKILLS, PEOPLE GET FREAKED OUT WHEN YOU STAND CLOSE TO THEM.
Oh! I found out something SO utterly disgusting yesterday, SOMEONE in my year lost his virginity to a prostitute on his eighteenth birthday last friday.
My question is WHY do people do this?
- People don't think it's cool
- You'll probably never get laid again in high school
- You probably have more diseases than Paris Hilton
- You're friends will alienate you
love as always.
x
Willpower triumphs!
So, as I am feeling in a particularly droll mood, I decided to write another blog pot (sorry did i say pot!? I meant post!) So where did we leave off? Oh yes, Textiles!
So after Textiles I had French - which I am refusing to attend due to artistic differences with my sub teacher (I haven't gone in two months, are you proud of me?) - which I spent in the SSC (kind of like a sixth form common room) with MUF, midget, muffin and S. Midget suddenly is overcome with a craving to go smoke a spliff and I am overcome with the urge to have a cigarette, so off we head to leave school to partake in these various illegal but rewarding activities.
ALAS, WHY do we have a new guard at our school? I would really like to make an official complaint. He refused to let us leave school for 'safety reasons' and didnt even let us smoke in his toilet, HOW RUDE.
So after this minor obstacle, we discussed routes of escape, only to realise that we as a group were all very suspicious looking (at least two of us have criminal records) so we ditched the escape idea because once a teacher sees us all together they would never let us out of their sight...
SO MUF had the bright idea of the tennis courts, which seemed like a dumb idea at the time but in retrospect was pretty good (funny how it's usually the other way) and the boys happily smoked their J and I happily smoked my cigarette. I DIDN'T EVEN HAVE A SINGLE LUNGFUL OF MARAJUANA (sp?) MAY I JUST SAY. This is why the blog is entitled "Willpower triumphs!" because I always thought I had little to no willpower but turns out (even though i was quite the pothead way back when) I can refuse a joint! How impressed are you with me, dear readers?
So we climbed back under the barrier and headed downstairs without event (can you imagine how happy the school would be if they caught me with a bunch of boys smoking illegal substances?)
Anyway, had English last period and, VERY uncharactiristically, slept through it - which I felt SO bad about because I really do love English. That and the fact that Mr. Wheeler is the only teacher who's face I DON'T want to smash into a barrel of fecundant sardines mixed with live piranhas.
After this, I headed home with Marky and Ben and hopped to my 'work' on my computer (not after oh-so-gracefully slamming my head on the computer)
MOBSCENE!
ITS BETTER THAN A SEX SCENE
I am currently listening to Marilyn Manson... what the FUCK is wrong with me. I need help.
Toodles.
So after Textiles I had French - which I am refusing to attend due to artistic differences with my sub teacher (I haven't gone in two months, are you proud of me?) - which I spent in the SSC (kind of like a sixth form common room) with MUF, midget, muffin and S. Midget suddenly is overcome with a craving to go smoke a spliff and I am overcome with the urge to have a cigarette, so off we head to leave school to partake in these various illegal but rewarding activities.
ALAS, WHY do we have a new guard at our school? I would really like to make an official complaint. He refused to let us leave school for 'safety reasons' and didnt even let us smoke in his toilet, HOW RUDE.
So after this minor obstacle, we discussed routes of escape, only to realise that we as a group were all very suspicious looking (at least two of us have criminal records) so we ditched the escape idea because once a teacher sees us all together they would never let us out of their sight...
SO MUF had the bright idea of the tennis courts, which seemed like a dumb idea at the time but in retrospect was pretty good (funny how it's usually the other way) and the boys happily smoked their J and I happily smoked my cigarette. I DIDN'T EVEN HAVE A SINGLE LUNGFUL OF MARAJUANA (sp?) MAY I JUST SAY. This is why the blog is entitled "Willpower triumphs!" because I always thought I had little to no willpower but turns out (even though i was quite the pothead way back when) I can refuse a joint! How impressed are you with me, dear readers?
So we climbed back under the barrier and headed downstairs without event (can you imagine how happy the school would be if they caught me with a bunch of boys smoking illegal substances?)
Anyway, had English last period and, VERY uncharactiristically, slept through it - which I felt SO bad about because I really do love English. That and the fact that Mr. Wheeler is the only teacher who's face I DON'T want to smash into a barrel of fecundant sardines mixed with live piranhas.
After this, I headed home with Marky and Ben and hopped to my 'work' on my computer (not after oh-so-gracefully slamming my head on the computer)
MOBSCENE!
ITS BETTER THAN A SEX SCENE
I am currently listening to Marilyn Manson... what the FUCK is wrong with me. I need help.
Toodles.
Monday, January 19, 2009
Nike
Just do it!
Kay, boring boring boring day yesterday. 'Got home from school a little late after a chance run-in with my godmother in law (she was about as uncomfortable as a black guy at a Klu Klux Clan meeting). Once I arrived at home my room looked like a large bomb had been planted in my room and instead of going off it was covered in clothes. I guess I couldve just said that my room was covered in clothes but that would be an achingly dull description. Anyway, after sifting through a mountain of newly 'purchased' clothes and half Dilemma and WRP's wardrobe's (plus a bag of box box's discarded things). After this particularly tiresome ordeal (which involved me shoving everything that fit under my bed) I settled down to 'work'.
I am not sure if you've realised, but this abstract ideal of 'work' has always confused me. For example, I could be talking to my friends and updating my blog and classify that as work (which I do very often) because it requires a certain amount of effort for my large and ungainly digits to press the tiny little letters on my keyboard -that and the fact that I type one handed - makes it pretty hard going. So after various superfluous conversations with people I don't really like and people telling my to do my homework (as i have already stated, I WAS doing my work), I discussed photoshoots with various people. Mayun wants to shoot with my this sunday and he's thinking a kind of grungey, alleyway, homeless kind of shoot. I reckoned this is brilliant as I don't even have to leave home to shoot it (since I live in an alley in a cadboard box anyway). By the time I had finished my 'work', it was already 11, and the precise minute i switched off my computer my home phone (yes, I have phone in my alley) rang and I got a delightful long-distance call from someone I had completely forgotten about (well maybe not, thinking about obsessively is more like it, but that doesnt sound particularly cool) unfortunately nothing interesiting to report, just the usual awkward banter and I managed to be off the phone in minutes (Hey, he doesn't read my blog so I can say what I like!)
FINALLY I got into my bath and read 1984 (for the gazillionth time) at the same time, though I do not advise you bringing your favourite book into the bath with you as it tends to get water and soapy substances on it.
At last I collapsed into bed at the ungodly hour of about 1:30 and actually slept through the night for once (thanks to some awfully potent new sleeping pills).
'Woke up this morning in a mighty foul mood. WHICH IS FUCKING DUMB because I do this every time I wake up after a particularly late night and I ALWAYS tell myself I will never stay up late doing 'work' ever again. But I always do. ANYHOODLE, only had a ery minor argument with my mother - SHOCK! HORROR! - and managed to get to school almost without incident (apart from the stupid queue of local kids I almost beat up at the Taxi Rank, I mean SERIOUSLY, YOU GO TO THE SAME SCHOOL, SHARE A FUCKING CAB ALREADY!). First lesson was film where we are watching an absolutely surreal movie called "12 Monkeys" which is so fucking awesome it kind of made me wish I was crazy (I guess I am already crazy and that makes me even more crazy for wishing to be so. OKAY SORRY)
Philo passed almost without event, I actually did my homework (Choose three examples of modern Pericles [who my teacher pronunces per-i-cals as opposed to per-i-klees, HE WAS GREEK FOR GOD SAKE GET IT RIGHT] and I chose the Dalai Lamma, Princess Di and George Bush and he told me they were too controversial! TOO FUCKING CONTROVERSIAL?! I ALMOST CHOSE ROBERT MUGABE, RASPUTIN AND HITLER, I'LL GIVE YOU FUCKING CONTROVERSIAL)
Now i am in textiles and it blows, get me out of here
Peace Y'all.
Kay, boring boring boring day yesterday. 'Got home from school a little late after a chance run-in with my godmother in law (she was about as uncomfortable as a black guy at a Klu Klux Clan meeting). Once I arrived at home my room looked like a large bomb had been planted in my room and instead of going off it was covered in clothes. I guess I couldve just said that my room was covered in clothes but that would be an achingly dull description. Anyway, after sifting through a mountain of newly 'purchased' clothes and half Dilemma and WRP's wardrobe's (plus a bag of box box's discarded things). After this particularly tiresome ordeal (which involved me shoving everything that fit under my bed) I settled down to 'work'.
I am not sure if you've realised, but this abstract ideal of 'work' has always confused me. For example, I could be talking to my friends and updating my blog and classify that as work (which I do very often) because it requires a certain amount of effort for my large and ungainly digits to press the tiny little letters on my keyboard -that and the fact that I type one handed - makes it pretty hard going. So after various superfluous conversations with people I don't really like and people telling my to do my homework (as i have already stated, I WAS doing my work), I discussed photoshoots with various people. Mayun wants to shoot with my this sunday and he's thinking a kind of grungey, alleyway, homeless kind of shoot. I reckoned this is brilliant as I don't even have to leave home to shoot it (since I live in an alley in a cadboard box anyway). By the time I had finished my 'work', it was already 11, and the precise minute i switched off my computer my home phone (yes, I have phone in my alley) rang and I got a delightful long-distance call from someone I had completely forgotten about (well maybe not, thinking about obsessively is more like it, but that doesnt sound particularly cool) unfortunately nothing interesiting to report, just the usual awkward banter and I managed to be off the phone in minutes (Hey, he doesn't read my blog so I can say what I like!)
FINALLY I got into my bath and read 1984 (for the gazillionth time) at the same time, though I do not advise you bringing your favourite book into the bath with you as it tends to get water and soapy substances on it.
At last I collapsed into bed at the ungodly hour of about 1:30 and actually slept through the night for once (thanks to some awfully potent new sleeping pills).
'Woke up this morning in a mighty foul mood. WHICH IS FUCKING DUMB because I do this every time I wake up after a particularly late night and I ALWAYS tell myself I will never stay up late doing 'work' ever again. But I always do. ANYHOODLE, only had a ery minor argument with my mother - SHOCK! HORROR! - and managed to get to school almost without incident (apart from the stupid queue of local kids I almost beat up at the Taxi Rank, I mean SERIOUSLY, YOU GO TO THE SAME SCHOOL, SHARE A FUCKING CAB ALREADY!). First lesson was film where we are watching an absolutely surreal movie called "12 Monkeys" which is so fucking awesome it kind of made me wish I was crazy (I guess I am already crazy and that makes me even more crazy for wishing to be so. OKAY SORRY)
Philo passed almost without event, I actually did my homework (Choose three examples of modern Pericles [who my teacher pronunces per-i-cals as opposed to per-i-klees, HE WAS GREEK FOR GOD SAKE GET IT RIGHT] and I chose the Dalai Lamma, Princess Di and George Bush and he told me they were too controversial! TOO FUCKING CONTROVERSIAL?! I ALMOST CHOSE ROBERT MUGABE, RASPUTIN AND HITLER, I'LL GIVE YOU FUCKING CONTROVERSIAL)
Now i am in textiles and it blows, get me out of here
Peace Y'all.
Sunday, January 18, 2009
Clowning around.
Hey ho!
Sunday was a pretty good day. 'Woke up fairly late - probably due to my prolonged hangover - and headed to lunch where I had some delightful oysters and fish 'n' chips at Frog Faced Fish - they went together better then it sounds. After this I skidaddled to work with the new guy, C (probably perfect for RWP, fairly cute but has facial peircings which i'm not big on) in Clearwater Bay. NIGHTMARE PARTY, rich Indians (though I am, as a whole very fond of the indian race holla, sgibit and dv) who were tres unresponsive. We started early AND gave them 40 minutes extra PLUS a second person for free and they STILL couldn't tip us (the guy actually asked me for 50 dollars change - I am not remotely impressed since they own several office blocks in TST so they can blatently afford to tip us 50 bucks, come on man!). I ate a bit, but the food wasnt mind-blowing so C and I headed for a beer somewhere in Hang Hau - he is very gentlemanly as he bought me one which I was impressed by. Then I got home, went to sleep... only to be woken up by my dear mama at 1:30 because she was in a pickled state. Through her slurring I just about deciphered WHY she had woke me up, and this is because she finally got the email from school about my friday for skiving philo. OH CAN I HEAR YOU SAY SHIT? And she found out about me sneaking out last night. You know what the thing is about my mother? She completely turns things against me as well as herself, which is completely ridiculous as she always complains about how she is paying for my school fees and I don't do any work. WHY DON'T I DO MY WORK? BECAUSE I AM SO FUCKING TIRED IN THE MORNING (also I hate school, but that is beside the point). Anyway to cut a long story short I want to move out ASAP as soon as I get me some Dzz. So I slept in this morning, and lolopped my way to school at around 9:15 which made me miss part of English which was quite disconcerting as it's my favourite subject. :(. Now I am sitting next to DV right now and I have the uneasy feeling he is about to turn off my computer so tata for now!
LOVE YOU!
x
Sunday was a pretty good day. 'Woke up fairly late - probably due to my prolonged hangover - and headed to lunch where I had some delightful oysters and fish 'n' chips at Frog Faced Fish - they went together better then it sounds. After this I skidaddled to work with the new guy, C (probably perfect for RWP, fairly cute but has facial peircings which i'm not big on) in Clearwater Bay. NIGHTMARE PARTY, rich Indians (though I am, as a whole very fond of the indian race holla, sgibit and dv) who were tres unresponsive. We started early AND gave them 40 minutes extra PLUS a second person for free and they STILL couldn't tip us (the guy actually asked me for 50 dollars change - I am not remotely impressed since they own several office blocks in TST so they can blatently afford to tip us 50 bucks, come on man!). I ate a bit, but the food wasnt mind-blowing so C and I headed for a beer somewhere in Hang Hau - he is very gentlemanly as he bought me one which I was impressed by. Then I got home, went to sleep... only to be woken up by my dear mama at 1:30 because she was in a pickled state. Through her slurring I just about deciphered WHY she had woke me up, and this is because she finally got the email from school about my friday for skiving philo. OH CAN I HEAR YOU SAY SHIT? And she found out about me sneaking out last night. You know what the thing is about my mother? She completely turns things against me as well as herself, which is completely ridiculous as she always complains about how she is paying for my school fees and I don't do any work. WHY DON'T I DO MY WORK? BECAUSE I AM SO FUCKING TIRED IN THE MORNING (also I hate school, but that is beside the point). Anyway to cut a long story short I want to move out ASAP as soon as I get me some Dzz. So I slept in this morning, and lolopped my way to school at around 9:15 which made me miss part of English which was quite disconcerting as it's my favourite subject. :(. Now I am sitting next to DV right now and I have the uneasy feeling he is about to turn off my computer so tata for now!
LOVE YOU!
x
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