iTunes forever || says:
i think my blogging addiction is slowly starting again...
iTunes forever || says:
i feel like writing about something every ten minutes

otherwise, we're all just dry leaves blowing down the gutter says:
hahahaa

iTunes forever || says:
argh! and why does everybody else other than you blog so little!

otherwise, we're all just dry leaves blowing down the gutter says:
um they have lives?

otherwise, we're all just dry leaves blowing down the gutter says:
no idea..

iTunes forever || says:
damn. they probably do
iTunes forever || says:
i want a life. do you know where i can get one sally?

meh. im not going to continue with the last bit. i basically just went to a paper shop, realised it wasn't paper paper, it was paper stocks in general, like journals, books, cards, etc. then i went on the train, listened to music, the girl opposite me recognised the music, started tapping her fingers to it, started talking, (remind you of something, jen?) yadayadayada...

this book is way too cool. my friend said for 110 it would have to be. and good god it is. i want this book! i'll just buy my friend a different book...lol. seriously, its awesome. the louis ghost chair!

so yeah. i went out at about 2 today, finally deciding to get off my sorry ass which had been moulded into my bed mattress for the previous five hours. I was hoping to get my friend this book i had seen which was really cool for his present. I went to McGills (sp.?) first, looking for about five minutes before i realised that with the lack of proper book organisation, it could be anywhere. so i decided to ask whether it was even in the store first. coincedentally, it wasnt. so i went back to Borders, where i had first seen it. i didn't want to go there first, because the glossy cover was a bit bent and crinkled. so i went there. argh! they didn't have it. they sold it yesterday. so, so , so. i decided to fork out the money and went to metro. argh! they didnt have it either. so yes. i was out of luck. so i stayed at metro, looking through books for about an hour. design books are awesome to look at in natural light coming from an overcast sky, filtering through a glass window covered in beads of rainwater. i managed to get another idea for my blog design. i think im going to use it as a temporary design in place of my final one, which is going to take a while to finish. after rumaging through six 2m high shelves, i finally found the right book; Philippe Starck, his folio of creations, and his life story.$110-. so i went back down the stairs. then i realised something. i would never be able to find a card to fit the book. so i went back up the four or so flights of stairs, and bought a card from metro. while looking along the car racks, i looked down at the books on the cupboards. one book caught my eye.
daily sex positions.
the picture gave a bit more meaning to the somewhat ambiguous title. a man standing up. a woman straddled by the man, leaning back towards the ground, her legs kicked up into the air behind the man.
i looked back at the cards. i picked a random one up, and quickly walked to the desk, and paid.
i walked back down the arcades towards flinders street. i was at collins st. the rain was still bucketing down. i walked out towards the traffic lights, and pressed the button. i retreated back in, under the verandah. a man walked up next to me. he looked japanese, which was confirmed when he called out to his friends in japanese to come seemingly come over. he pointed to the verandah above. his friends joined him, with cameras out, taking pictures of the buildings. i looked up. i realised why they were taking the pictures. i had never seen the buildings of melbourne in such a light. the clouds in the background. the muted grey sunlight beaming against the gothic architecture of the building. it was rather spectacular. i should take my camera out more often.
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ive gotta go to dinner now. i shall finish my story later.

im currently reorganising my wardrobe. pants with pants. shirts with shirts. jackets with jackets. next its going to be colour to colour. but im going to have to do that a bit later. i'm about to head off to buy cds. i've finally decided to get telepopmusik. it's growing on me, esp. breathe. i'm also going to see whether jb has my Kent import. its been about 6 weeks, so it should be here by now...
i've forgotten the reason why i was posting in the first place. it was going to be a long post as well. but oh well.

PS: [Transcript from War of the Worlds]
Ray - Tom Cruise; Robbie - Some guy.
This comes after the big robots have attacked the the city, with the small family leaving town in the only car that can run, fearful of their lives, almost in a state of insanity, since the lightning storms threw out an EMP, ruining everything with an electric circuit...

Robbie: Where are the attacks from?! Are they from terrorists?
Ray: No...they are...from...somewhere else...
Robbie: Are they from Europe?!

lol...are they from europe...classic.

to take something that isnt yours is bad.

to take something back that you've given to somebody else is even worse.

the lack of a definition to this isnt right. something things aren't meant to be reduced to a series of words. some, are. this is one of the latter.

women are once again evil.

coffee mug stains

arent they just an artform? i reckon kramer should have made a coffee table book on coffee mug stains instead of coffee tables.

you know what i mean. you pour yourself a hot mug of coffee. its very full. almost up to the brim. then, when you put it down, some of it spills over. so, you move your mug over to the side, and wipe up the spilt coffee. then, you pick your mug back up. and there you go. right under where you just picked up your coffee cup from. THE coffee mug stain.

ok, its not really a stain. its just coffee in the general shape of a circular outline. but the small variations in stains. the small drops on the side, the seepage of coffee into the centre of the circle. there are some any different coffee mug stains.

however. there is only ONE perfect coffee mug stain. the circular outline, perfect in shape, but with a slight deviation in outline thickness in one quadrant. in that same quadrant, two drops. one linked into the outline, with a diameter of about 3mm. the second one, entirely detached. just a bit further (1mm) out from previous drop, co-linear to it, about 1-2mm in diameter.

this my friends. is the perfect coffee mug stain. i had one this morning. i saw it. the hairs on the back of stood on end. i picked up a piece of high absorbency 130 gsm cartridge paper. i laid it down perfectly. i waited five minutes. i lifted it off. it was a tragedy. i had to taken into account the spreading of the water across the sheet. it was horrible.

i have laid 150gsm matte photo paper across my desk. the decreased absorbency will hopefully mean a crisper outline. i shall wait a week for my perfect coffee mug stain to appear.

sin (pi/2)

life has turned upside down for me. im back onto my feet.

you know life is great when you love the song "too young - phoenix".

hey!
women aren't evil after all!
so yeah. i met up with rachel and yvette today. rachel said maybe! with a distinct grin on her face. so yes. im on a high atm. my aunt's supposedly gone to a relative's place for the night, which means i am free to go out! matt, michelle (ooo...i hope matt isnt reading this), alex, steph, anita, iris, sam, jack, michael and i are going to go and try to get into some bars in the ct. if any of you want to join, feel free to join us!
now, to be on the safe side, so as no strangers are to meet up with us...
meet at "usual meeting place" at 7:30 (we are having dinner first...having alcohol before food is like eating zinnat tablets before food...)...plans are to crash at alex's apartment for the night...im bringing along some dvds and my mac, and michelle is bringing along twister. matt's going to bring some drinks for the night at the apartment, as is anita. so yes. it will be a great night, so yeah. come!

PS: im bored tomorrow! people please do something with me!

(ed: this was point out by steph of all people. when i say "do something with me!" i dont mean anything kinky or of the sort. im certainly not up for cowboy...lol)

well. it seems the girl i was hoping to ask to the formal this week, rachel, is busy. this week and next. yes, i know. why dont i just phone her? because i dont fucking want to.

god damn fucking moralist me. thats about six sins in five words. never knew the english language could be so meaningful.

basically, i was hoping to be able to ask her in person. people have said its a bad idea, seeing as it would be rather lame to take a girl out to ask her to the formal. plus, it insinuates some proponents of love or "like like". i dont know. i just find this method so much more. i dont know. traditional? genuine? un-crude?

so yeah. right now. im over it. fuck it. im just going to go alone and be the lonely guy sitting at the table.

women are evil.

curled up in bed into a relaxed fetal position, while encased in a cocoon of two blankets, i'm delegating days of my holidays to specific people. like all of the other thousands of year 12 students currently on holidays, i want to make sure that i get to do what i want to do with friends, as well as do what i dont want to do - homework- without too much stress and "crunchtime" as possible. however. there is one small difference and the ~80% of other students in year 12. i can actually be bothered organising this.
years 7,8,9,10,11. those were the years where you would go "oh oh oh! we have to go to , meet up with , go out to lunch at , sleepover at 's house,etc. only to find out that you really just go to a friend's place, with so and so people, where you eat lunch, and sleepover, on the last saturday and sunday nights of the holidays, TO DO HOMEWORK.
the holidays are ever so slowly losing its meaning.you would normally believe holidays to be some figment of leisure time, away from the rigours of work. however, it seems that with holidays, esp. for year 12s that it is becoming a thing of the past. currently known to me, i have:
3 pieces of english work, one for preparation for a sac
run through of unit 4 methods
run through of unit 4 spesh
1 chem sac to prepare for and run through of unit4 chem
run through of unit 4 physics
oich. it seems like i have more homework than i do in a normal scholastic fortnight.

i think im emo in more ways than i thought i was before writing that post of the definition of emo.

PS: i dont hate emos. they are cool. its just funny hearing how they are defined...lol...punk on oestrogen...

imo, emo is...

an age old question which has beset itself in the minds of many a teenager and young adult, rivalling almost the epitomy of all questions, "what is the meaning of life?", is that of "what is the meaning of EMO?"

well, i look on a couple of blogs today, and found a post on HAVE YOU SEEN MY SHOE?:
this is the postwell, i decided to do some study upon this subject myself, through the heavenly world of urbandictionary.com. i found quite a few definitions, some funny, some insightful, some just weird. i have also included the one posted on the other blog, for all you lazy people.

if just decided to tackle the emo subculture, not the music. everybody knows what emo music is. if you don't, well there's a small post about it below...perfect definition...lol

here we go:
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Genre of softcore punk music that integrates unenthusiastic melodramatic 17 year olds who dont smile, high pitched overwrought lyrics and inaudible guitar rifts with tight wool sweaters, tighter jeans, itchy scarfs (even in the summer), ripped chucks with favorite bands signature, black square rimmed glasses, and ebony greasy unwashed hair that is required to cover at least 3/5 ths of the face at an angle.
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Punk music on estrogen...The music has also spawned a subculture which conforms to certain conventions in dress such as tight sweatshirts, tight band T-shirts and horn-rim glasses. Adherents profess to exessively melancholy temperments. Males that adhere to the emo subculture are sometimes confused with metrosexuals; indeed the line between the two is somwhat blurred, though both groups claim to be intouch with their emotional side...
girlfriend: C'mon, lets have sex.
boyfriend: I'm too sad to have sex.
girlfriend: I'm sad too; lets have sex and cry.
boyfriend: I'm already crying.
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An entire subculture of people (usually angsty teens) with a fake personality. The concept of Emo is actually a vicious cycle that never ends, to the utter failing of humanity, and it goes something like this:

1. Girls say they like "sensitive guys" (lie)
2. Guy finds out, so he listens to faggy emo music and dresses like a dork so chicks will see that he is sensitive and not afraid to express himself (lie). He dyes his hair black, wraps himself in a stupid looking scarf, develops an eating disorder, and rants about how "nobody understands".
3. Now an emo guy, he meets Emo chick and they start dating, talking about how their well-off suburban lifestyles are terrible and depressing (lie)
4. Emo guy is just too much of a pussy. His penis is too small, he's too depressed to bathe, and has more mood swings than emo chick, and he doesn't even have a menstrual cycle. Emo chick dumps him, saying "It's not you, it's me." (lie) as she drives off with Wayne, the school jock and captain of the football team.
5. Emo guy goes home and cries, proceeds to write a weak song and strum a single string on his acoustic guitar. Another emo chick sees how he is so in touch with his feelings, and the cycle continues.

This is the sad truth of the emo lifestyle/music, and now that I look at how pathetic it really is, maybe the emos DO have something to cry about!

When she sees how sensitive and emo I have become, she'll definately go out with me!

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Like a Goth, only much less dark and much more Harry Potter.

My life sucks, I want to cry.
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Emo can be used to describe a person who listens to obscene amounts of "emo" music. Many (but not all) emo kids are usually found wearing Chuck Taylor shoes, used T-shirts with random prints (usually found in thrift stores) and often wear thick, black, plastic glasses (even with no prescription).
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A group of white, mostly middle-class well-off kids who find imperfections in there life and create a ridiculous, depressing melodrama around each one. They often take anti-depressants, even though the majority don't need them. They need to wake up and deal with life like everyone else instead of wallowing in their imaginary quagmire of torment.

Emo conversation!

XxSlavetoAnguishxX: omg my gf just left me
acidburnedsoul: that sux man
XxSlavetoAnguishxX: i blame myself only i'm such an ass *cries*
acidburnedsoul: dude come over to my house and we can cut ourselves together
XxSlavetoAnguishxX: okay *cries*
acidburnedsoul: omg dashboard confessional has a new cd, i preordered it already
XxSlavetoAnguishxX: dude they're my favorite band to self-mutilate to
acidburnedsoul: i prefer to cut myself while watching Napoleon Dynamite on my bigscreen
XxSlavetoAnguishxX: dude that movie is so deep. i cry every time i see it
acidburnedsoul: me too. i hate myself
XxSlavetoAnguishxX: yeah we're such tortured souls, nobody understands how hard life is for us
acidburnedsoul: yeah we got it tough dude. pass the tissues

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Stands for "Estrogen Masculine Output". The masculine form of the word "PMS".
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1. Style stolen from goths, punks, and other various counter-culture genres. The emo males wear a shit-ton of eye liner and mascara so they can have black streaks running down their cheeks to be more dramatic when they cry.
2. In their spare time, the emo kids wander around looking for a girl to make out with. Girls are somehow sexually attracted to the pseudo-alternative types, so they make out with them and move on. The emo males then have blue balls and emotional problems and go listen to their boring, sobby, shitty-ass bands to help them thrive whilst in emmense pain. They hide in the corners and say phrases such as "Oh shadowy darkness." or "Why the fuck am I such a big pussy?" Then they put excessive hair product in their never-changing hairdo, and go off wandering. Rinse and repeat.
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The emo 'style' is in short, a mixture of geeky sweaters and glasses, and piercings and tattoos. This is an ironically 'un-cool' thing and is now cool. Some people who were true emos have now abandoned the style out of a loss of identity.
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Emo is punk meets prep with a little goth thrown in. These idiots wants to be hard and individualstic like punks, but have the arrogance of preps and end up all looking the same, like preps and they all seem to be in a constant state of melancholy, like goths.
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Emo has a very large and dedicated group of followers who are totaly hated by the 3.0492% of the world population that they have yet to assimilate. They usually have long, dark, greasy hair, very tight or punkesque clothes, emo glasses, and can often be found bitching about things or pretending to be punks or nerds, which they are not.
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Emotive melodies. Most is found through the emotional lyrics about love, bening lonely, depression, sadness, and hate. There is also a sound that is found through the music. This sounds is a hardcore punk, including much screaming. Now, we believe emotive music to be Dashboard Confessional, Thursday, Bright Eyes and Weezer. Origional emo, is nothing alike. New emo just isn't right.

Emo fashion. Emo fashion is said to be "dead" nowadays. But along with that trend, it is becoming more popular. Emo fashion consists the 'nerdy', 'geeky' look mixed with a 'preppy' trend. The "look" includes the black, thick framed glasses, knitted, fitted sweaters, scarves, thick black hair, fitted tight dark jeans, along with the vintige tightly fitted shirt. It is rumoured that most "emo boys" have a feminine side to them, and may be nancyboy's. But please, don't judge.

The culture of an "emo" is stereotyped to be 'straight egde', 'vegan', and depressed (as well as always writing pooetry) though that is not the case. There is nothing wrong with being any of those, but the stereotypical lifestyle doesn't need to consist of so. Don't label folk'.
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A male person, typically between the ages of 20 to 35, whose nature is firmly entrenched within a policy of excessively up-to-date fashions and self-apologetic philosophies. While it may seem that the emo boy is a sensitive and sincere archetype, most instances are typically narcissistically and oedipally motivated…emo boys gather much of their inspiration from the more nihilistic aspects of 1980's rock/punk bands, typically due to it's prolifically morose tones and androgynous fashions. In other words, the emo boy is a xy chromosome-based apology for the sinful excesses of a patriarchal society, achieved chiefly through the adoption of more stereotypically feminine traits while outwardly denying identification with the more stereotypically bad male attributes and behaviors. Non-muscular, distant, quietly vain, sensitive, nice, cultured, apologetic, and intimately dark; the emo boy chooses to correlate as closely as possible to the label of 'deep' through careful censorship and grooming, rather than by way of erudition and direct illumination (which could be viewed as adversarial or condescending) even though the average emo boy displays a higher capacity for intellect than most other male fashion-identifiable cliques.
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if you can't read it, unless the zoom tool, or if you really want, make use of those thick black rimmed, non prescription lenses and stick magnifying lenses in them. lol. that was a great post.

ahh. holidays. the scholastic grant of a fortnight's hiatus from the routine 29.75 hour week.

free from the deprivation of sleep and morning torpor NOT caused the late nights, but the early mornings. free from the pre-9am lethargy which seems to plague everybody, evident in their apathetic expressions and need to listen to ear-poppingly loud music, as if the sound of an eletric guitar rattling their cerebelum will kick start the mind, and the beat of a drum will defillbrilate their heart. free from the need to walk up two flights of stairs, and another set down, in the early morning rush to form room.
free from the need to oath the words "here", as a sign of your presence, through your blazer sleeve and arm, while you stand resting against the wall, arms propped up against it, with your head cradled in the circle made by your arms, as if you are getting ready for an aeroplane crash.free from the delurium which causes you to ask your friend "which room are we in next?", only to ask the same question five seconds later.
free from the delirium which causes you to scribe a "2" in a sudoku box, when there is clearly around a 2 in there. free from the lack of phalangeal dexterity, caused by the deprivation of sleep (see above), causing you to write the letter "D" instead of a "P", or the letter "a", instead of the number "9". or, pertaining to the sudoku, write a "2", instead of a "1" (i write my ones just like they are written), making you believe its a 2 when performing the routine cross-checks, and by cause-effect, fucking all of your numbers up.
free from the need to transcribe notes on films and differential equations from the board, with an overwhelming confidence in the teacher's capacity as a teacher, that you have switched on DMA inside your brain; your eyes draw in the information, the electrical signals shooting through your optic nerve, entirely bypassing the brain, and going straight into any one of the 1300 nerve endings on each of your finger tips.then. then. then. realise that he has put a minus instead of a plus in the equation, and realise that he's done it wrong the whole time. free from the need to listen to the incessant droning of teachers about how: a specific camera angle somehow creates this abstraction about the character; how dy/dx = dy/du x du/dx;how you can use your fingers, pivoted about their joints to form a shape like a child's imitation of a gun, to help you determine the force, magnetic field and current of a magnet; how calories are not only in the food you eat, but even the water you drink (!!!); or, in the case of my methods teacher, how magnificent his day was.
free from the need to dodge arrogant year 10s in the corridors between periods, or intentionally bump into them for no reason at all apart from wanting to bash one of them up. free from the need to squint all the time, to make sure you haven't missed out on reciprocating a gesture of greeting and recognition, which would otherwise make them feel momentarily annoyed.
free from the need to hike back up the incline to south yarra station, feeling ever so slowly the the concrete give the pain, caused by having 1000 students step on it that morning, back to you, as a form of revenge; revenge personified. free from the late afternoon feeling of lethargy having re-manifested itself into your legs and back, and most strongly, the mind.
free from the almost pseudo-requirements of homework imposing on your ability to rest, gather information from television like how to open up a person's entire body just to find a bullet obviously located in its position by the entry wound it left behind it, and mingle with friends in an msn party.
free from the after-effects of a night spent catching up on what 5 x 5 equals, after having thought it was equal to 15. free from the nights spent awake in bed wondering about the structural formula of an ingredient on your HFC aerosol canister of hairspray.

free from the cycle which repeats itself five times a week, ten weeks a term.

hey hey!
well, i had a good day today...we'll at least i thought i did, before other people started telling me about their days filled with playing hide and sick in myer, setting off fire alarms, reading school magazines...but yes...

i went to school today amazingly. my clinical day job of sitting in a plastic chair and copying down notes was replaced by a freedom to roam the confines of the classroom, listening to j.e.w., talking with friends, doing sudoku and target, and competing against my peers as quiz master, with questions such as "what is the word that is formed from the roman numerals of the number 1009?"

after school went out and had lunch. not especially fun-filled nor exciting, it was eating. apart from the reactions of people to calpico soda.

then i went back home, where i spent the next two hours watching naruto, and learning hand seals. don't try and piss me off guys. i can blow fire in your face.

then i went to eat out with "the gang". it had been a while since we had all gathered together on a friday night to eat and talk over the week just passed. probably about two months or so. we booked a table for 15....we turned out to be two long tables back to back. we got quite a couple of greasys walking in and walking out...teenage delinquents they must have been thinking. but we didnt care, we had a great night. eating, drinking, talking. here's the goss spilled out tonight:
- michelle has the hots for matt! (wolf whistle)
that is all. lol. yeah. no goss came out tonight that hasnt been talked about before.

anyways, ill talk more about it tomorrow. im off to a slumber party! cya guys!

currently im eating a 4/3(pi)r^3 on top on a 1/3(pi)r^2h. i hate spesh.

mum told me never to talk to strangers. now i know why.

THEY DISTRACT YOU FROM DOING SPESH SAC PREP!


PS:Fantastic 4 Trailer
//this is the bit with the human torch and female nurse//
(Nurse takes temperature. reading on graph is 209F)
Nurse: Wow! you are hot!
Human Torch: Why thank you, so are you.

lol...classic human torch.

iTunes sucks. as if not let me upload songs onto my iPod automatically without elimating their playability on the computer.

iTunes Never!

i got suspected of being a foundation-user yesterday. you don't think im that metro do you? the only thing i have bought from a facial cosmetics counter for myself is moisturiser. nothing else.

good luck to all the spesh people doing their sacs tomorrow!

my friend mentioned how he was thinking about breaking both his arms and his jaw before the exam, so he could get special consideration. i want to do that for my spesh sac.

i woke up at 6:50-ish this morning. damn. i felt awful. not sick, just really really tired. so i decided that i couldn't be bothered going to school for an 8:30 start, and resolved to wake up at 9 to get to school at recess.
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i arrived at the front gates. recess hadn't started. i was too early. my paces shortened, walking along the sides of my heels so as to make the least possible noise. i performed recon.
[recon: 10:20:37. locstat:school. caution.]
threat: class on hockey field. size: [unknown].teacher:[unknown].threat:[minimal].
threat: class on oval. size:[large]. teacher:[mr. kok]. threat:[moderate].
possible pathways:
-up and through bushes. up through hill.//threat: 2.5% capture.

-around along road. up the steps.//threat:15%. within line of sight of sports teacher on hockey field.

-around across carpark, next to oval.//threat:30%. within line of sight of mr. kok.

end pathway: up through bushes.
it all seemed a bit too easy.
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current camouflage factor: 45%
i put on my blazer. form into crouch position.
current camouflage factor: 30%.
i turn my bag towards my side, for extra manoevuerability.
current camoufalge factor: 40%
i tuck it back behind.
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toe.heel.toe.heel. i walk through the gravel, watching mr. kok's head, making sure it is not aiming in my direction. i finally reach the car. looking through the car window. i wait for mr. kok to turn around, his back facing me




now. i bolt up the hill. i look back in his direction. he doesn't seem to have noticed me. i am on caution mode now. i wait another minute for my caution to go away. 40m from the school gates. i crouch behind the line of cars. i wait for a moment, still in my crouch position. i begin to walk out. shit! mr. smyth. inside my mind, the evasion mode has switched on. i duck back behind the car, and slide down the embankment. he has obviously noticed something. i wait for another five minutes. i have still not been caught. he must have gone. calmed down, i assess the situation once more. i find that the path along the road and steps is safer. i walk, upright, along the road, trying not to catch the sports teacher's attention. i am up to the top of the steps within 30 seconds. 20m from the door. i was now in caution mode. around the corner, would be a wide open concrete and gravel area. windows from the mathematics office opened out onto this area. i leant, prone against the wall, shuffling against it cautiously. i peered around into the office. no sight of any teachers. i jumped, over to the next stretch of wall. i peer back around. still not teacher. it was smooth sailing. i walked to the door, and opened it. in i went. safe. objective:[completed].mission:[success].


i walk in, assembly has just finished. i look up on the bulletin board. hmm...hey!

Period 6 & 7 - 6ENY

i read the top of the notice.

No Classes - 20th June

i count forwards from friday night. 17. 18. 19....20! thats today! shit!

i had come to school for nothing. the other two periods i would have would be physics and library. and the physics teacher wasn't even there. i risked being caught by mr. smyth for nothing. less than 30 minutes after i had gotten to the school's front gates, i walked out of them.

ergh. im still tired after the formal on friday night.

formal fotos

here are some of the macrob formal photos for you guys!

***opening credits: starring:me, my zit and my awful hair***


***the "cool" tram ride to the formal.L-R:some old guy, cecil, me, will***


***me and sheri***


***me, cecil and brendan (little did brendan know what he was in for later in the night...***


***NORMAL---L-R,T-B: me, jason,will,brendan,dave,kim,moyi***


***HARDKOR!---L-R,T-B: me,jason,will,brendan,dave,kim,moyi***


***my date about to give me a kiss on the cheek***


***brendan, wendy, me (with zit, in my vanheusen poster boy pose...unfortunately no chest hair or two day stubble...)


***four seconds before the infamous kiss with brendan...im so red! lol***


***mhs guys groups photo (take your pick girls...lol...)***

hmm...im reminiscing about a great night...i feel so lonely now...

hey guys...just come back from the macrob formal...or really back from the overnight crash after the formal. ergh, i feel so tired. i'm delirious right now...i only got half an hours worth of sleep...after a day's worth of strenuous physical activity, i.e. walking around, skipping around, bopping, standing around waiting for photos, and a long passionate kiss with a friend of mine. who is a guy btw. i'll get the photo of a friend and show you. very "van heusen" advertising campaign-esque, with the pulled down tie, and the top three buttons undone to show the chest. very cool it was. what a day.

the day started off very well, with school. now, school isn't usually a good thing, unless you only have four periods, all of which are basically bludges.
then, i went at lunch, since i had double free, with the intent of picking up my suit from prinzo. but then i get a msg from my friend to bring my laptop and a small set of speakers. "wahhhh!" so i went home, and came out with a backpack AND a shoulder bag, pack filled with all of the necessary items for the night. fuck it was heavy.
then i went to the apartment which some friends had hired out for the night. i dropped off my stuff, and while the girls were going to get their hair and makeup done, i decided to go out with them to collect my suit.
sif don't give me a suit bag. all they gave me to protect the suit was some crappy piece of plastic , similar to the type you get over clothes you collect from dry cleaners. anyways, i trammed and ran back to the apartment, dropped off my suit, and ran back out to go on my last minute run for items.

eye redness remover (no, i didnt have sore eyes. it's supposedly great for toning down skin blemishes, and it was.)
shoelaces
silk knots

back to the apartment i went. i spent the next hour crazily getting ready for the formal, ironing my shirt, choosing which shoes to wear, doing my hair,etc. (ed: i know. if i had written "skirt" instead of shirt, it would be exactly what a girl would be doing)
i got ready by about 6:15. i walked out into the hallway to chat with "the guys", while the girls were still getting ready. they finished. at 6:45!

we decided to tram our way to the formal, which was a very cool idea. unfortunately, when we got onto the tram, we realised that quite a few other couples had ripped off our idea. so maybe it wasnt that cool of an option.

well, i actually have to go now. i shall continue this story some other time. when i am less delirious.

there's enough drama in my life to make a tv soap out of. i should sell my life story to fox. it would so kill OC in the ratings. it would be like saccharin to sugar.

urgh.

urgh. what a quintessential word to sum up how i feel. onomatopoeia is great, isn't it?

i'm currently lying on my bed, my head propped up against the headboard by a pillow, sporting a throbbing headache from hangover, dark circles under my eyes and pins and needles surging through my feet from the weight of my thighs and laptop. not the greatest of feelings, but hopefully i shall feel better after my appointment at the hairdressers today. i hope jessica is still there. she can shampoo my hair. she can shampoo my hair anyday.

as you can see, im still under the effects of alcoholism. right now, im scans of sketches are being processed through illustrator, while i am trying to colour stripe some icons and e-stickers. i know, i was meant to publish the blog with the preliminary sketches, but it seems that over the past two years i have lost a lot of html knowledge. back to the books for me.

(ed: hey. the blog doesn't look too bad with a white background and bluestone coloured font.)

hey hey hey!
if you're reading this, come over! everybody (generally) is here! alex(andra), jack, matt, alex(ander),sam(antha), nicole(of course), steph, violet, david (j), david (z), michelle, iris....etc. etc. etc. there's about fifteen of us here...its a bit packed, but hey. there's always room for another person...

im currently "out" of the playstation round robin...steph beat me in gt3...GT3!!! a driving game! and she doesnt even know how to reverse park! so yeah....im on my mac atm...if you are wondering why, its because im currently showing violet my sketches of the blog...they are scanned into my comp so i can run them through illustrator...

seriously, everybody come over(to nicole's that is)! there's a ps2 competition going on for another hour, then we are going to play episode after episode of OC through the night! and there's alcohol here as well, so if you want to chillax (i just learnt that word this week), there's that. but yes! everybody is here! and its fun fun fun for the whole night! lying on air mattresses, wrapped up in blankets, watching seth and summer go on again, off again, and ryan and marissa mentally groping each other! get over here now!

i went shopping with alex and my sister tonight. the funniest thing happened.

my sister split with us to go shopping by herself, so we just went through shops looking at clothes...i was walking into edge with alex, when this totally hot asian girl walked past us out. oh my f'ing god.
alex pinched me really hard on the arm.
"stop ogling at her!" she said, in a rather loud voice.
the girl turned around, and smiled. i reciprocated the gesture. again, alex pinched me. god dammit the last one hurt.

about ten minutes later, we were walking past m-one-11, when this (in a heterosexual way) rather hot guy walked out of the store. alex stared at him with ravenous intent.
I pinched her, saying "thats not fair!"
and, with a reaction analogous to a reflex, she slapped me on the cheek. it made an audible crack.
so i'm sitting on my bed now, hoping that the red bruise has subsided.

hi guys! it's Alex!

you should all come over and see law's sketches for the blog! they are way cool! it's like....flashy...literally...he's got flash!

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i'm sifting through his stack of poster prints and photos at the moment...he's thinking about putting them back up on his wall...omg! remember that perfect in every way (except for the bit of matt's finger in the corner) picture we took on the way to sydney last year?he blew it up! it's so cool! it's A3! it never could have been blown up so big without my nice camera...muahaha!go 5Mpx (and photoshop)!
it's so "american-southern-states-road-trip"-esque...like in the "beautiful soul" road trip...

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gonna go guys, have fun, exams are over! see you all tomorrow at nicoles!

ive got the coolest idea now.

i'm going to post up an overlay of what im going to do to this site. like the sketches. over the top of the blog.

it will be like a blueprint,

or like in that movie, the concierge, where michael j. fox leads the girl(name i do not remember) to his dream house or something, and he has that really cool glass thing which is places over the top of the view to the house, which is a picture of it when it is finished. yeah. thats what im going to do. in a crude sort of way, and only with pencil sketches. no colour pencils unfortunately.

lol......blogging was a unit in the gat.

measure twice, cut once

ive just finished drawing up some sketches of my new blog. its looking pretty cool. im going to stick it into photoshop and colour stripe it on thursday and see how it looks...

basically, these are the new ideas that i am thinking about:
- more pictures instead of text (like for links and stuff on the side bar)
- a new background, like a photo of some sort, and the previous white part being like a piece of tracing paper over the photo.
- a flickr log
- links to you guys (yes! you steph!)
- actually putting up the "i heart ipod" banner
- splitting the screen up into three bars, instead of the current two
- extending the site to about 900px, instead of 692, since everybody has a 1024x768 screen now...even my 14" i book does...

i'm probably about halfway through stage 1 (yes, if drawn up a "to do" list for the blog), with the total number of stages being 17. so i've got a while to go. ill probably finish it by the start of the school holidays. that way, you can spend the whole two weeks staring in awe, mouth gaping like you've just seen john mayer nude (that's if your a girl).

i'll probably just end up finding a host to post up a self-customised blog.

well, if you are wondering why my blog is white...
it's because i am prepping it for a new template!

i'm working on it as we speak (yes, i realise that this is a blog), making some new and cool (or at least to me) icons and...stuff.

i hate the guy who made this site.

RTM86

WISH YOU ALL LUCK ON THE EXAMS!!!

(except for violet alex and steph, who are all going to cane me...)

i've just looked on the amazon site, under my wishlist. i clicked the bb album "never gone" (its coming out in june sometime) and i saw under "customers who bought this title also bought:" jesse mccartney. probably because he does look a bit like the younger nick carter.

these days, girls like johnny depp. johnny depp! oh the calamity! hopefully, now that nick is back, he shall take over from depp as the guy who girls go "omg! he's so hot!" for. things will finally be back in order.

PS: no, i am not faltering in my stance as being straight. i maybe metro, but this is simply a facade over my greater desire for girls.

oh yeah. nick has a new hairstyle. its (finally) no longer that parted hairdo.

i absolutely love this postsecret postcard...