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Saturday, November 29, 2008

:(

Couple of things before we start:

- Other bloggers should blog more often, so I am not cursed to continually read my own and find myself feeling like an idiot. What was I thinking?... and on that note, why do I continue?
- I like the theme to Jurassic Park, among all the other John Williams movie themes - assuming that Jurassic Park is by John Williams, right?
- Coldplay is getting boring.
- Minesweeper is detrimental.
- In the creation of the last point to this, I have played many, many games of minesweeper. In the space of that time, I won... none of them.
- Sorry I haven't posted for a couple of days. Been feeling pretty lethargic.

[Start]

1. I've already mentioned this, but we have made advancements in the Wii game, "Obtrusive II". It is pretty freaking scary. Possibly even scary than Resident Evil 4, which made Charlie scream at 3:34.

2. Don't you hate it when people just leave whenever you have an argument over msn?

3. I hate it when people are ignorantly hurtful. I hate how they have no idea what is happening with their lives that they have to add unecceasary pain to an already 'just-bearable' life. I hate it when people continuously tell me how much they don't trust me, and therefore tell me that they can't tell me stuff. I hate it when people unreasonably insult you. I hate it when people tell me that I've changed for the worse, and they hate who I am now. I hate it when people are fake, lying, bastards who cheat and lie over and over again. I hate it when the one person you expect to listen and trust is the one that hurts you.

Fuck.

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Well, it's been about, 5 minutes since my last post *ahem*.

Since then, I've watched someone else start a new video game on the wii (ObscureII), and tried a new green tea flavoured milk tea drink - the story line to the game sounds really cool, and the tea is excellent, as long as you don't look at it while you're drinking it.

On a more serious note though, I want to make note of how screwed up things are today. Obviously, I'm growing up at the moment, and I'm beginning to consciously realise how messed up things are. What with everything from the crashing stock market, the falling AUD, to running out of vital resources, to the bloody global warming, it seems like 'Generation Y' are facing a grim future. I have plans and goals and a career I aspire to, and I'm sure that there are many others out there like me. I don't want to have to spend every waking moment of my life worrying about how I am going to find enough money just to survive and how I and my actions are driving the Earth into complete oblivion. Because of a small minority of my "peers" who create a negative image for people of my age, everyone spends too much time telling us how irresponsible we are, and how we're going to screw everything up when it's our turn to have the world in our hands. What no one seems to realise though, the adults of this generation have already done that, and have forced us to grow up into their mess.

Of course, this is a generalisation of the politics and ways of the 20th C. I love all the adults that I know personally, and I realise that, individully, none of them could've dramatically affected the consequences of their era. And of course, I would've very much enjoy having the time of my life and creating the mess myself, so I'm not one who can speak much.

Yeah, whatever. I'll just see how it plays out.

Erm... *change of tone!*

I just want to give a few shoutouts to a couple of guys I really like:
- Liam, Hexachordal (forgot your name - sorry!), Charlie + Alex + the rest of the boys from "fiveawesomeguys" :D. I love you all, you are the best.
- Harry!! Coolest friend out there. *friendliness*. I also like your friend, Elise, but she's a girl, so I can't really include her, now, can I?
- BROCK :DD. I know your last name now, so I googled you. and now I have your msn *stalkerness* :DDDD. Thanks for being a really nice guy and chatting with me for the past two days. *love*. Again, I also really like your sister, but she too, is a girl.
- Campbell, 'cause you've been a really cool guy. Thanks for everything over the past few years - I have learnt so much from you/because of you. Yay for you.

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Friday, November 28, 2008

Oooh, Jeopardy.

Hey! I meant to post this yesterday, but I was exhausted and I forgot about it so.... here I am, posting it today:

Back from the Maths Challenge!

The past two days have been so much fun, and meeting/messing around with new people while doing maths has just been the coolest thing. Of course, I'm really disappointed that I didn't get to spend the last school days of the year with my friends but it's just a really bad coincedence that they shifted the challenge a week later than last year.

I'm not feeling particularly in a "writing-well" mood, so I won't write much and thus refrain myself from writing a load of poo.

Anways, there's this UK, children's television show on ABC's Rollercoaster showing at the moment called "Jeopardy", and I just thought I'd mention how much I hated it. It's been on once ages ago, but after a small preview, it's been years before I've been able to pluck up the courage to actually watch the show. I'm not entirely sure - I lost concentration -, but I think that Jeopardy is about a bunch of teenagers from Scotland (or Ireland?) who travel down to Australia to find aliens in the outback or something (?). Yeah, but basically, all I wanted to say about it is that I really, really, really, REALLLY hate it. Seriously, who thought of it?! The entire film is basically made up of a bunch of oily, dirty, ugly kids who go on a trip which coincedentally, NO ONE knows about, continually get lost, lose all communication, and all their adult contacts all "just happen" to die. *ugh*. And that's not the worse part. The entire program is just made up of "footage" that each kid films from their video cameras. They literally film EVERYTHING - from themselves when their alone, each other sitting around camp to lounging around, holding a camera when another character is bitten by a poisonous snake, dying. Of course, this means that all we get is bad filming, home-video quality images and just general YUCK. Plus, they're a really, really ugly bunch of Scottish (maybe Irish) kids.

Most people would know that I am a MASSIVE fan Europe and the UK, so I'm not making any racist generalisations. I love UK Youtube and all; but these are the ugliest kids I've ever seen. They should quit the acting business and stay in their homes forever.

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Alright I'm going to write a blog for today now, so, see you up there.

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Thursday, November 27, 2008

There is a surprising amount of videos titled "kjhg" on youtube.

Alright, so, no, I didn't blog about the Graduation.

Seems like ages ago, but it was only yesterday. I really was going to, but then after all the crying and all, I thought it would've be an insult to the memory + my friends.

Well, anyway, for the past day and tomorrow, I went/will go to a maths challenge at Griffith Uni down on the Gold Coast! It's pretty cool and exciting 'cause it's been a year since I went for the first time, and I've got to admit, it was definitely the most fun I'd ever had doing maths (not that maths isn't generally fun anyway). Well, there were definitely people who I'd waited for a long time to see again, but most of them didn't come again this year, so that was kinda disappointing.

I "met" a couple of new people I guess, and they're all really cool, so I'm really hoping to get their contacts so we can keep in touch. Oh right, not to mention three "senior" guys who've not failed to annoy (however jokingly) me for then entirety of today, and very predictably, tomorrow.
Matt (who apparently is "good looking"), Sam, and Robert (whom I think is much nicer than the other two).

Anyways, I've got some "homework" that I've got to do for this challenge anyway, and I've procrastinated 'till 9:30 so I'm a little bit screwed :).

Speaking of procrastination, I spent almost an hour and a half playing minesweeper :(. Gahhh. It's so addicting! Each game, on average, takes less than two minutes to play, but oh gosh the attraction! I just need to start a new game every time I step on a bomb! "Only one more!" I keep saying over and over again, but alas, I play it over and over again.

I need to go to rehab.

Byeeeee.

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Wednesday, November 26, 2008

Slipping Through My (own) Fingers

Ahh!

Last day :(. I can guarantee the waterworks.

Far out. *exhales* It's going to be so weird when I come back and read this post this afternoon. Rememeber what I said about the evolution of the mind? Ok, well you can be sure that what I think now will be a whole lot different in 8 hours.

I guess all of this... whatever I'm going through at the moment is my "morning after" outside a storm. It's just been so hard this year and I'm just so glad it's finally over. Don't get me wrong, I appreciate "going through the motions" and all, and I love my friends etc. etc. It's just PHEW. It's over now.

It's just been like a long, long, mental marothon, and I'm exhausted. It's funny though, 'cause I came out of last years wanting more, and yes, I regret it. Of course there'll be a few who'll be like, "Oh, you don't know what you're talking about! Life is much harder than that! Just you wait and see!". Sure, I'll wait. And thanks for the hindsight 'cause I'm dealing with "life" at the moment, and that's enough for now. I'll deal with "harder life" when I get there.

aslkdghldjf :(

Otherwise though, I have decided to alert you to several new resolutions of mine.

1. I will swear to ride my bike for at least 30 minutes (if not more) a week (I didn't want to set my goals to high) for then entirety of next year. I will not let silly excuses like, "I've got homework", however valid, deter me in my quest for fitness.

2. Several months ago, (or was it a year?) I found a Dvorak Typing System on Ebay and cruelly pressured my uncle to purchase it for me. I promised my entire family that I would learn to use it and type at speeds much faster than I could with the QWERTY by then end of the Term 1 Autumn Holidays. Unfortunately, despite my various attempts for speed and dexterity, I continuously felt disabled trying to familiarise myself with the rearranged letters. Naturally, (because according to Mavis Beacon, I can type over 90 WPM), I got sick of feeling like a dweeb and not be able to type quickly (although, of course, it was a different keyboard), so I stopped. Simple.

Well, it's been almost a year now, and I'm in a state of mind where I really don't want to see good money go to waste. I will take this keyboard with me on my many travels across Asia this Summer Break, and LEARN TO USE THE BLOODY KEYBOARD. (and be fast). And then actually use it in my daily life at school, and at home... Yeah.

*tear*

Getting changed for my last day at JPC now. Catch you this evening.

Cheers. *snigger*

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Tuesday, November 25, 2008

Bourne Penultimatum

Ohkk...

Well, at the moment [i.e. the moment I am typing this, rather than posting], I am experiencing the beginning of my penultimate day at John Paul College. Of course, nobody can define when the beginning ends, but I guess school’s only been in for half an hour so...

It doesn’t particularly help that I was late to school, and my whole entire class has gone up to collect their new laptops, (oh the joys of being bombarded by overexcited teenagers over a mere wonder of the 21st Century), and I’m stuck, by my self, not in a classroom, and not in a class, doing nothing constructive other than writing in to my blog.

But yeah, I’ll be sure to post about the Graduation and all. Just don’t expect me to post another tonight. I’m feeling ordinary, and I can hear Campbell blowing his nose.

[Decent transition which I am unable to think of]

Doctor who is playing in the other room! But I am afraid of imposing on another class while they are supposedly “working”.

[More transition juices]

Ok, as you might imagine, something is bugging me. I know it’s been almost 2 days since I saw that movie about the old women (creatively named "The Women"), but let me just say, PRETTY PEOPLE ARE IN MOVIES FOR A REASON! (oh, did I mention that the movie had a complete lack of male specimens?! – MEN ARE IN MOVIES FOR A REASON TOO!)

I’m just so sick of all this we-want-to-see-people-who-look-just-like-us-in-movies-so-our-idiot-teenage-children-will-have-role-models-who-are-(to say the most) AVERAGE-and-probably-won’t-suffer-from-some-sort-of-mid-teen-crisis-over-their-stupid-body-image,-do-drugs,-become-anorexic-drink-smoke-etc.etc.etc.!

Well!, the problem here, honey, is that THERE IS A REASON WHY YOU ARE NOT IN MOVIES, BUT RATHER WATCHING THEM AND COMPLAINING ABOUT THEM INSTEAD. I DO NOT PAY 15 DOLLARS A MOVIE TO SEE PEOPLE WHO LOOK JUST LIKE ME. I watch movies so that I can be entertained by a world of possiblities which I know could never happen/happen to me. LAST OF ALL, NOBODY ASKED YOU TO LET YOUR “UGLY” CHILDREN LOOK AT “PRETTY” PEOPLE, SO DON’T TELL ME ABOUT THEIR PROBLEMS, AND DON’T TRY TO MAKE THE GOVERNMENT CARE ABOUT YOUR PETTY ISSUES.

On a happier note, I have discovered (despite my utter hatred of small humans) a fetish for watching immature, ignorant children! Maybe I was just in the right place at the right time, but as I was walking to my classroom, a large group of Year 5's walked passed, and they were doing the cutest things! Even though we have moved further into the 21st C since I was that age, nothing has really changed about the innocence of the youth; I saw little kids doing little kid things. Two girls were discussing their seating plans for the next fifteen minutes; another two holding hands (and I point that out because I know at my age and in society now, this would be viewed upon as "lesbian"), and one little male child asking another if they knew the handsign for "retarded". He then proceeded to look like one himself in his attempt to demonstrate the action to his friends. Of course, I can't be sure that he's wrong, but it definitely made my, otherwise boring, day.

Well, tomorrow's my last day at JPC!

:S:D:( :*confusion*

:'(

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Monday, November 24, 2008

"Too many!"

Hi Guggles,

I'm stoked! Because I've had an afternoon nap, and I've woken up! It's a good feeling. Although, usually 'cause of my stupid inability to fall into a peaceful sleep, I've had trouble doing that too often. Also, it feels like the waste of a life.

But it was rather weird when I woke up, because I'm not used to sleeping in the afternoon, I was expecting for the day to still be waiting for me when I woke. I could still hear those "afternoon sounds"; people dribbling basketballs, crickets, etc., and the lights were on, so I just assumed that it was still light and I was bedazzled for a good 10 minutes before I realised.

Ok, I've now just recognised the fact that I will probably not sleep at all tonight, and will probably mess up my sleeping patterns... AGAIN.

Right on other news, yesterday was my birthday. It was a bit of a limbo though, 'cause I only really got to "spend reasonable time doing reasonable things" with one friend that day, so THANKS AGIEN :). Oh it was also a bit of a wish-wash kinda day 'cause I really didn't want to make a big deal out of it, but it was like the universe made it a special day, and I was denying it.

Seeing as I'm a big fan of sentence-montages, I'll leave you a montage of sentences (not in chronological order) about my day:

Played at a function. Pretty random. Saw an old somebody I didn't particularly like. Went out to Carindale. Attempted to "shop" - yeah, I know I have limited functions. Snuck food into the cinemas. Bought ticket for wrong session. Got comfortable at the wrong movie - thought it was a preview for about, 20 minutes. Ate some more food. Saw Callum. Bought mocha that tasted way too much like a coffee. Shot people, cows and rode ultimate motor bikes ("TURBO!"), and tried to shoot deer at an "arcade". Watched the correct movie got bored with the correct movie snuck into another, worse movie. retched a couple of times in disgust at 60 year old women bitching about each other. Performed at Corals. Came home. Ate some green tea pudding (looks like diohrrea but tastes like heaven). Slept. Was sick the next day.

Oh, and in between all that, I secretly forgot about my birthday the entire day and secretly celebrated it at the same time.

In other stuffies: Ok, well there's a news headline playing at the moment, and it titles "The Church Has Finally 'Let It Be'". It's about how ages ago, before The Beatles got suuuuuper famous, John Lennon accidently made a remark about how The Beatles would be bigger than jesus. Well, obviously, it made the catholic church suuuuuper angry, and they were fully against the band, burning all their cds, merchandise etc. Well basically, the article is about how now, they have finally forgiven John Lennon for saying that.

Well, my problem with all of this is, it's not very fair at all, and it obviously wasn't too well thought out by many people. Who says that The Beatles aren't bigger than the church? When The Beatles were in their prime, who could say that it wasn't like a religion? Ok, fine, so what? I'm just saying that John Lennon, could've done that same to the church, burning bibles and crosses etc. because the church said that jesus was bigger than The Beatles, but he didn't. I think that makes him the better man.

Also, what else pisses me off about religion is, WHY CAN'T PEOPLE BE MORALLY GOOD PEOPLE WITHOUT BELONGING TO A RELIGION? Why can't I be a 'good' person and do 'good' things without me reading the bible everyday and loving jesus? Oh, sure, people are more "accepting" of other people's beliefs nowadays, but if you did accept it,

a) Why is it that everywhere I go, there is some sort of ... somthing, convincing me to convert to another religion. It's everywhere - in the media, companies, schools... entire countries label themselves a certain religion, regardless of the individual citizens.
b) Well why don't you believe the same as I did? Clearly, you only tolerate my beliefs, rather than "celebrating my difference", so stop projecting an image that you do, and just leave me alone.

Well, I realise this is getting overly long now, so I'm just going to leave it at that. Oh right, having a good/happy childhood is good for your adult life. Being optimistic is, also. Money won't bring you happiness, but being happy brings you money (proven).

Good luck being your best,
Vivvvvv.

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Saturday, November 22, 2008

Emily Rose

Ok, this is my third post in 24 hours. 

The rate of my time spent well: not good. 

Well, it's my birthday in about, an hour and 15 minutes. I 'spose it's the one day of the year where it makes you actually feel worthy of something, although, it makes you realise that every day of the year is special for a whole lot of people, so it makes you feel worthless again after a while. 

[oh right, i'm watching a horror movie {a birthday gift from a "nice" someone} at the moment, and the only thing that keeps me from going insane is by not hearing the sounds (a down side that comes with the love of music), so I guess typing masks everything better.]

Anyway, my birthday was going to pretty shoddy, but it probably won't be anymore. Will blog about it tomorrow, yes? 

Alright, good night now.  

Love from,
Vivien. 

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Ok, um, high school musical is showing on channel seven at the moment. *ahem* It's 9:30 in the morning over here. (N.B. it was 9:30. It isn't anymore - time is mysterious like that). Seeing as it didn't even make it into the cinemas, this is obviously another popularity stunt to get more people to follow it before they release the second sequal, right? People aren't even paying decent money to get ads during the movie. That's how much viewer response they expect from the public. 

You see, the problem with high school musical is (well, apart from zac efron's permanent 'frustration' monobrow and poorly defined lips, of course) the constant modualations in all their songs from one key to another, completely unrelated one! It sounds disgusting, and takes such a long time for the ear to get used to it. Also, vanessa hudgens' nasal voice. Pisses me off. 

Sorry. 

P.S.: Most people who aren't familiar to musical terminology probably won't understand exactly what I'm talking about, but I'm sure you'd agree with me if you heard it, even if you didn't know the names (eg. modulation, relative key etc.) for it. 

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Friday, November 21, 2008

Late at Night When the Catfish Fight.

[Opening Salutation] 

Well, currently, it is swelteringly warm here in Brisbane at the moment. I am not in a fantastic mood. This may possibly also be because of the fact that is now almost well past midnight, and I got almost no (next to none) sleep at all last night. This was because I spent all night either doing work slash stressing about it. This is all thanks to the amazing planning abilities of the teaching staff at my school; all of them deciding to give us uneccesary assignments/exams across six subjects in the one week. Oh, and when I say uneccesary, I mean, "we've-nothing-better-to-do-, so-why-don't-we-all-coincedentally-stress-them-out-all-at-the-same-time-for-no-particular-reason-other-than-our-personal-amusement" kind of uncessary. They won't even go towards our marks (they've already completed our report cards), anyway. Despite this, they pressure us to complete a mammoth task, all of which, did not benefit our education in any way, shape or form. For example, the maths assignment which I've just handed in today, involved a 2 seconds in excel (for the mathematical, statistical part of it), and approximately 1000 words in "justifying" things like why data would be useful for marketing agencies to promote alcohol. Logical? Of course! 

Also, badly planned outings + lethargy = awful blogging.

Anyway, that's enough of my never ending spiel about how unreasonable school is.

Well, what I really wanted to say in this blog, IT'S THAT TIME OF YEAR AGAIN! It's that time when everyone begins to count everything down. Countdowns to the end of a school year, to overseas trips, countdowns to new beginnings, new resolutions. I find it brilliant. Personally, I really don't think that there should be any difference between the end of a year as opposed to March, or something though. I mean, people should be able to just as easily start afresh in August as they can in January. 

Oh right, before I forget, I'm counting my birthday down! Amidst all this excitement of having a blog and my plain boredom for overated joy for birthdays, I'd forgotten to mention it. Yeah, I'll be fourteen on Sunday. 

Back to the point though, why do people count things down? It's not as if these things are not important or big enough of a deal too be easily forgotten, and it's not as if recognising how close the event is makes the actual event itself any more exciting. 

Yeah well, I don't have much more to say, and I have to point out I am extraordinarily tired and sleepy, so I guess I'll be signing off 'round about here. 

One more thing though, I want to have an opinion poll thing going. Knowing myself, it'll probably not be very consistent though, so don't be expecting weekly polls or anything. Just occasionally if they pop up around the place, comment and agree or disagree with me, argue with me, hate me, convince me etc. Alright, here's the first topic of these such opinion polls:

They should not announce when a Doctor will regenerate (and rather just do it within the show) and therefore not announce when an actor decides to resign, gets fired etc. This way, it will add excitement to the series, and will keep the viewers in the dark until a surprise regeneration.

Agree? Disagree? What do you think?

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Thursday, November 20, 2008

The Fabbath.

Hiya Blogsters!

As you might be able to deduce, I am in extreme assignmenting-slash-procrastinating mode at the moment, all assignments of which are due tomorrow!

I'd just thought I'd let you know, in case there are actually any regular readers... :(

But just because I'm a decent person, I'll just write a short blog to keep you entertained.

Here 'tis:
What is with Fridays? What makes Fridays more important than every other day of the week? Who decided that Saturday and Sunday would be a weekend? Who decided that, just because Friday is "the end of a working week", everything has to be due on a Friday??! Does it make you any smarter if you hand things in on a Friday? What difference would it make if everything were due on Wednesday, perhaps? What is it about a Friday that makes everyone lazy? Disregarding names for days of the week, would any of this really matter? I don't think that, even regarding the names for the days of the week, any of this matters anyway, but :) 

Well, don't miss me too much.

Will post something worthy of reading tomorrow.

Will probably delete this waste of space soon after.

Love, 
Vihhhh

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Wednesday, November 19, 2008

BORRRRRING

Hey You!

Well, today I guess something not-very-momentous happened to me to day, so I guess I'll blog about that. It didn't exactly happen "to me", per say, but I guess I saw it happening so... *thumbs up!*

Of course, I've got maaaaany other rants to rave on about, but I've decided to strategically post them so I can slowly plot my conspiracy against the world. - *ahem. LAME*

Just to make sure that you don't think that I'm "just another ignorant teenager", by 'lame' I don't mean, "*cough, broken leg*". I realise the true meaning of the word, though, actually, I have no idea why that expression is used for situations that are supposedly "uncool". I can't even find a definition for the "contemporary" meaning the on the net.

Speaking of conspiracies, though, I have seen about 15, standard, government issued number plates with the letters "JFK" in the past year. I swear they stalk me! In fact, I know of two that park within a 200 metre proximity of me, and one other that I see at a school nearby. Ok, of course I realise that it is probably up to that letter of the alphabet (I have been informed it is up to 'L' now), and that there are 999 of them out there in Queensland, but still! Let me have my fantasies, however dull!

Well, onto the actual logging now!

I went to an all-in-one corner shop that was a petrol station, fish and chips store, kebab store, and grocery store all in one, to have some food after school today. Well, this would have been fairly monotonous if not for the fact that I jumped (with hope [similar to the kind on my 11th birthday when I actually wished to get a letter from the wizarding world, telling me that I'd been accepted in a place at Hogwaarts]) at a machine starting up that emitted a noise very similar to a sonic screwdriver! Yay! It was one of the most anxious moments of my life! Of course, like usual, I was disappointed but, it momentous all the same!

Alright, just when you thought all the fun and excitement was over, an Indian man walked into the store to the kebab shop, and broke out into song. Sure, it was a very low pitched song, but song non-the-less.

:). Right, you can settle down now. What a day!

In other news, I nearly slipped into a mental breakdown today. I talked myself into believing that I'd fail at my new school and I'd like, fail at life, pretty much.

ermmm yeah. touchy topic.

Viviehgk.

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Tuesday, November 18, 2008

Things That Make Me lol.

Okk... well as you might be able to tell, my recent "blogs" (blogs being inverted commas because the origin of the word is "web log"; the meaning of 'log' being "a written record of messages sent or received" [unless of course you use Wikipedia as a source, the word blog is, in actual fact, "an academic journal of architecture and urbanism that has been published by the Anyone Corporation since 2003, and is edited by Cynthia Davidson." {good on you, Cynthia}]) have descended into a misery of negativity and complaints.

SORRY.

I will do my best to attempt to retain my anal rants so that you lovely people have something nicer to read. As for now, however, I must shout my disgrace for current fasion to the world.

OK, first of all, I have no idea who coined the term "post-modern". Post-modern life style, post-modern technology, post-modern fashion, post-modern WHATEVER, really.

How can ANYTHING be post-modern if you are promoting for it to become stylish now?

Yeah, ok whatever, pull that "looking to the future" crap on me, I don't care. It's just making it more difficult for yourselves, anyway.

Second of all, I had a school-wide, free-dress day today. Because it is a requirement at my school to wear uniformed attire, on days when each student is able to choose how they appear to other students, it is rather interesting when the social groups become more distinct. Each group, or "clique" would wear their own 'thing', and other groups would go around either, trying to subtly dress the same way, or critise them. I don't think there's anything wrong with that, (or, I guess I do, but it's only human, and we get what we give so it evens out anyway) but I just enjoy watching each individual entity (social group), listening to how they think that they differ from each other, how each group justifies how they are "right" and "superior" to each other group, yet, myself, observing the basic similarities that they share (ie. almost everything, funnily enough). N.B. I also parttake in all these activities, for it is, like I mentioned before, human characteristic, although, I often like to complain about things like this because I can always see things from the outside and make a third person viewpoint upon the subject.

Third of all, people should really learn to compliment their bodies. *shudders* I don't understand why some people have to wear, tight fitting clothes to show off their boobs, when they have an impossibly large amount off fat vomiting out of their intestinal area. Having body fat is not an issue with me - in fact, I prefer it. I find it disgusting when people are stick skinny, and it doesn't look good in most clothes anyway. The problem with some people is, they have trouble acknowledging the fact that, YES!, they do have curves! So what? It's a great thing. It's not actually physically possible to have big breasts and fat-less bodies. If you didn't already know, boob = fat. Ok whatever, enough with the biology. Just, if you happen to have a few bulges here and there (which I know I do, too) and are unhappy with it:

a) perhaps exercise? It usually works.
b) compliment them! Work them to your advantage!
c) HIDE IT! yay! that's what I do best!

ALRIGHT!

Last of all, I HAVE THE BIGGEST, FATTEST (oh *punpunpun!*), MOST MAMMOTH-SIZED (lol) HATRED FOR stupid, "fat, gansta shoes" with an Ffffffffffffing wheel on them. :@. I'm pretty sure society was made for people with legs, thanks. Also, seeing as these were in fashion almost a decade ago and they elevate the heel so that they look like high-heels, it makes most boys (who, btw, organise when they can where them at the same time) who wear it look like tranvestites who are not very intelligent! My gosh!

I hate them so much I was told that I have "irrational fits of anger" when I see them. NOT COOL.

Well, savour it people, because this is possibly the last occasion I will exert any female qualities for a longg longggggg time!

Things that make me lol:
- Images of Serrsy spitting profanities. haha.
- Campbell in long pants! :DDD
- The governments trying to promote energy saving lightbulbs because "they save up to $11AUD a year!"

byeeeeee!

I apologise for this shoddy conclusion.

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Monday, November 17, 2008

I Hate Soapies!

Okay, I don't know what it is, but there is just something that ticks me off about soap tv.

I fail to understand how people can commitedly watch an episode of "Neighbours" or "Home and Away" (for the people who don't know, they're the soapies that we have currently in Australia) or something else like that for that matter. I don't know if their audiences actually realise it, but pretty much the only things that happen in shows like that are either:

a) Birth
b) Death (including miscarriges, homicides, murders, accidental and the like), or
c) CHEEEEATING. *retches*

Seriously, how do people stand watching those things over and over again? It is so predictable, and the people in the shows are FUGLY anyway.

For example, at the moment there is a FUGLY girl on Neighbours at the moment, who is "pregnant" and her boyfriend is cheating on her. Oh, the dilemmas of life! Oh, what is a girl to do? Now lets all drown in our own empathy! Yay!

Seriously though, I doubt many of the people watching would actually know how she feels anyway. It doesn't make you any more of a considerate person if you watch someone with issues on TV, and you feel sorry for them.

For heaven's sake, wWake up people! How can there possibly be more drama on one effing steet than in there is in a news series for an entire year? Sure, you might tell me that it's "entertaining" but really, it is so incredibly pointless and stupid that:

a) the producing companies need to pay more money for it to be shown during prime-time tv so that people actually watch it, and
b) DOESN'T EVEN BELONG TO A GENRE OF TELEVISION (apart from the one that they've made for themselves, otherwise known as SOAPIES!)

On another topic about soap tv though, I am just deathly sick of people from them trying to launch farking POP MUSIC CAREERS from the publicity that they've gained from their bloody shows.

:@:@:@:@:@:@:@:@:@:@.

WHAT ARE THEY THINKING??

Just because you have become "famous" (i.e. "On the small screen" *aha.. aha*) for your inability to act, does not mean you can sing! Sure, some careers have been rather successful, but they've almost all just led to a life of plastic-ism, and plain loathing from the general public.

Don't make silly judgements on me just because you are defensive towards your precious little soapies, because:

a) then, you'd just be a hypocrite,
b) I am entitled to my opinion and so are you. Go complain about me on your own blog site.
c) I don't particularly care anyway.

Of course, I like to hear what you think (in the minute possibility that you might convince me of otherwise upon the issue of soap tv), but I do not encourage negative feedback, or positive feedback. Just constructive will do, thanks.

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Dear Peopoloodles,

As you might imagine, not much happens to someone like me ("I'm just a temp!") in the space of two days. Of course, some might object and say things like, "No, don't be silly! Plenty can happen in even a second!". Usually, they would then proceed to give me a long list of examples, most including death and the like, and I would counter them by saying, "Sure, it may only take a moment to die, but it would have taken an entire lifetime to make that death." Vivien wins.

I would also like to point out that I like my use of subjective time frames quite a bit.

Anyway, my point is, nothing much has actually happened to me since that fateful morning on the driveway. Yeah, sure, it is a bit of an anticlimax to my last, more insightful post, but at least I'll apologise for it. :)

Recent Events of Note:
- On Saturday night, I went out with my friends to see 'How to Lose Friends and Alienate People'. Absolute shite. Save your money and don't go see it. I feel for Kirsten Dunst because she had to kiss that disgusting, mismatched-nostrils, allergy-prone-looking, prematurely-born-looking, middle-aged (and by middle-aged, I mean half of 100), "British-in-New-York" hypocrite. Yuck.
- I had a fairly interesting car ride to school this morning! First of all, I was late getting up for to meet my friend at school in the first place, so mummy and I were in a little bit of a hurry. This meant *rushrushrush*, which therefore equalled *forgetforgetforget*! Although somewhat forseable, my mother realised a short while after leaving that she had forgotten her phone and wallet SO, we had to turn back and pick up these "nessecities". Anyway, after we left again for the second time, I suddenly realised that my seat wasn't secured down correctly (ok, yes, I have an ancient car that comes with the features that include, 2 airbags, perfect-condition dashboards, static-free radio, and central lock), and was sliding forwards and backwards as the car accelerated and breaked! This obviously provided me with many opportunities for fearing my death and sore knees from having to use my legs to push against the ground. At that point, I thought to myself, wellthis is enough drama for one day! (This is, of course, considering my boring, dull, poinless, pitiful existance) Then, as I was sipping some water from my mug (because I'm that kind of person who thinks that doing my hair up, putting my socks on or eating breakfast in the car will actually save me some time), my mum thought I'd finished and held it for me for a second at the traffic lights. Said traffic lights turned green, mother let go, water spills and now water was in shoe. Great. My feet were soggy and disgusting, and it really didn't add to the overal mood of a rainy monday (The Carpenters ref.). Well, said "friend" never turned up, and then turned out to be "hanging" with another friend. Generally, a bad start to the day. Things got better though.
- For some odd reason, I've been having short, sudden urges for caramel. In fact, upon finishing nibbling the outside of a mini-sized picnic, I nearly convinced myself to eat the inside!
- I have discovered that I have a fetish for eating sauce (and most other consumable liquids [well, not water of course, because would be INCONVIENIENT, and not to mention, it would probably use up all the resources in the world to produce the packaging]) from small, one-per-serving packages. :D I may upload some photos for you soon!

Shoutouts:
- Angelica! I'm pretty sure you'll read this at some point in time so I thought I'd give you a little mention.
- Charlieissocoollike! Thanks for getting me into youtube! Without you, I don't think I would've found Littleradge, or Nerimon, or Robofillet.
- Littleradge, because you are the coolest and I love you lots and lots! Thanks for adding me as a friend on myspace :DDDDDD *love* <3 (yuck, but I did it for you 'cause you do it)
- Mr. Seers!, because there is a small possibilty that you may look into your viewing history and find my blog :D. No, just kidding. Thanks for being such a great teacher and an awesome mentor! Also, thank you for always, somehow, every year, managing to incorporate Doctor Who into the school curriculum! YAY!

Oh well, it is that time of night when I shall be of to complete my manyful (like plentiful, but cooler) assignments.

Guten Tag!

...and Australia was like, DoubleYouTea(Eff - for a lack of an actual English word)?...

P.S. Would someone please like to enlighten me in the wonderful world of "the difference between 'UK', 'England' and 'Britain'"?

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Saturday, November 15, 2008

Eat Some Philosphy, Yes?

For the past couple of weeks, my sleeping patterns have been completely out of whack and notoriously inconvienient for my schooling life. However, this morning, for no apparent reason, I woke at 4:30, and I wanted to take advantage of this blissful lonliness.

Face unwashed, stomach empty and my hair done up in a crude ponytail, I decided that I would take my dog and me somewhere that would be, for the moment, completely untouched by human life: my driveway.

No matter how far I had looked, the human world was dead to me. What I could see, however, were snippets of what civilisation had created for itself, without any sort of civilisation in it at all. All I could hear were my dog's panting, the birds chirping away, and the crickets buzzing as they marked the approaching summer.

I thought about all the trees that once stood where I was sitting, and then I observed all the ones which humans had planted. It occured to me at that moment, that nobody, not even I, had ever seen, or would ever get to see exactly the same thing as what I saw then and there - creatures will never cease growing and dying; birds will not ever take the same flight path; cars will never be parked in the exact same place.

It was then I realised, it is not freedom of choice or intelligience that labels humans above other life forms, but rather, change, while maintaining a constant that is the underlying principle of survival. Creation in its ultimate wisdom, created a matrix of infinite possiblities which would keep the world moving forward.

Humans may never experience physical evolution, but what we ignore in our day to day lives, is the greatest evolution of all: the evolution of the mind. I don't think many of you could disagree with me if I made the point, now, that the "human" of 2008 is a very different "human" from 1908.

It is not just the knowlege that we have gained over the years that distinguishes us, but is the way in which we view the world, and the perspectives we take to view everyday situations that keeps changing, and is what makes humans, human.

She and I sat there for what felt like an eternity.

I returned to the house, and checked the time. I had been out there for a mere thirteen minutes.

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Thursday, November 13, 2008

Nostalgia Rhymes with Disturbia

Well, today was the last Orchestra rehearsal I'll ever have at JPC.

I've never really been a nostalgic person, but Orchestra '06, '07 and '08 have possibly been the best group of people I have ever been fortunate enough to know. Every time I was feeling down, I always looked forward to orchestra, so that I could make true, heartfelt music and forget about my own worries. This year especially with the friends that I made from the strings section in grease band, thank you all for being there when I needed you. I could honestly say, without orchestra, I would've gone insane.

I'll miss my weekly shoutings of "Gee, it stinks in here!" as I walk into the smelly, saliva covered, music making centre of the great, Dame Joan Auditorium, and the occasional insults of "YOU NOOB!" passed around the orchestra during breaks.

I'll take with me memories of Sam blu-taking a phone attatched with the cord to his stand and picking it up during a piece; Mrs. Freisberg imitating us when we played horribly; Zoe and Natasha always managing to get a silly photo of themselves in orchestra published in the year book; our yearly creation of a human pyramid (and the collapse of it, too), and just the general, hilarious nature in which we carried ourselves.

I would be lying if I said that any other group at JPC had a bond like the one we had in Orchestra (yes, Orchestra deserves a capital letter). It was amazing to have such a diverse group of people from all across the school to all be friends and all share the one, common goal that unites people all around the world unite us in our small group of people: to speak the language of music.

Basically, my point is: I LOVE YOU ORCHESTRA OF JPC, I WILL NEVER FORGET YOU, EVER EVER EVER.

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Monday, November 10, 2008

Boo, for Illiterations.

Haha, well, okay.

During the first weekend of October, I auditioned for a musical organisation called QYO (which stands for Queensland Youth Orchestra, btw).

Anyway, as I was saying, I auditioned for the top concert band (Wind Symphony) in their group, and guess what?

I GOT IN!

yayyyyyy!

I thought it was a tiny bit ambitious of me seeing as I'd only been playing my double bass for a little over two and a half years, I'd just had a violin AMEB exam so I didn't get much time to practice for it, PLUS I get nervous as hell when people have the opportunity to judge me.

lol, Basically, I screwed up reaaaaaal bad.

But hey, I got in, so ALL IS WELL :)

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As I've already mentioned in my previous post, I've decided to move schools. Of course, going to high school (i.e. a school with only grades 10, 11 and 12) where nobody knows anybody else calls for induction days, meeting people and the like.

The first of these such induction days were held just a couple of weeks ago, at the University of Queensland. It was here where my friend and I met an uber, uber cool boy by the name of Richard*, otherwise affectionately and reluctantly known as DICK :). Upon leaving however, we both forgot to ask him for any contact details of any kind.

Last night before retiring to bed, I thought it would be amusing if I could, by chance, just so happen to be able to guess his school email address. So, in a vain attempt to find him on the internet, I typed an email addressed to tompkinsr@fscc.qld.edu.au* (and variations upon) which read the following:

P.S.: This is a pre-script. I bet you’ve never seen one of these before! (Yay! For the extent of my creativity!) In case you’re wondering, yeah, I did put “pre-script” in italics so it were as if I were explaining a new concept slowly and incomprehensibly to a baby.

P.P.S.: (This is a post-pre-script) Yes, that was my actual pre-script message, although, I’ve bet you’ve never seen a post-pre-script before, have you?

Heyaa Richard!

I have big, big doubts as to whether or not you’ll actually receive this email, but I thought ‘cause I was bored and sleepy I’d just take a stab at making up the most probable school email addresses I could think of. (Although, according to my ‘Check Names’ function in my Microsoft Outlook, all four of the address that I’ve tried are all very quite feasible. [And yes, I do realise that it also seems to think that keyboard mashing addresses exist too but *sigh* - I doubt you’ll get this anyway])

Oh right! You probably don’t know who I am.

It’s Vivien… You know, the one who was at the QASMT Induction Day? Yeah I was with that girl, Charmaine.

“Ring any bells? Jimmy Page, Robert Plant?” (haha, excuse my School of Rock reference there)

Lol, I also apologise for increasing the size of our names. It’s not that I think you’re blind or anything *ahem*, it’s just I thought if they were bigger they’d be more… recognisable. Perhaps it was the size of font in which she and I both wrote on our names our name tags (eww - I used “our” and “name” twice each in four words) or maybe it’s just ‘cause I have way too many what-the-fuckery moments…

Oh well. Like I said, I doubt you’ll get this anyway.

Love from,
Vivien.

P.S.: The “what-the-fuckery moment” was an expression I took from a hero of mine, littleradge aka Liam from youtube (and other various sites, but mainly youtube). Perhaps you know him? Perhaps you don’t. He bares a somewhat shocking resemblance to David Tennant (but with a less broken-looking nose and much nicer skin, though) and coincidentally comes from Scotland. I say you should go, “check him out”. Anyway, please do not mistake that phrase for any creativity (or lack of, for that matter) that I may have, because, I HAVE NONE, AND I MUST SAY, I’M QUITE PROUD OF IT.

P.P.S.: I’m really sorry about all this rambling. I’m not sure whether you are an avid youtuber or not, so if I’ve gone on too long about stuff (yay! For ambiguity! [Although, I am actually referring to the “stuff” in my first post script, so it really isn’t very ambiguous at all]) that you already know about, SORRY.

P.P.P.S: I’m a profuse apologiser. Maybe you’ve noticed? I’m sorry for that too.

P.P.P.P.S.: The “check him out” phrase is also not mine. If you have not been living under a rock beneath my bed for the past 50 years, you may or may not have already realised this.

P.P.P.P.P.S.: Let me just say for any future references, the English language is just generally not a language which I created nor is it owned by myself. All this mumbo jumbo I’m speaking in is actually an [insert word for ‘optical’, but the audio version of it] illusion. Do not believe anything I say. All words, rather unfortunately, belong to “England”, a secret society of artificially intelligent androids otherwise known as “Oxford Dictionaries”.

P.P.P.P.P.P.S: May I also point out that the word ‘dictionaries’ contain the first three letters of your nick name, that of which I’ve Wikipedia-ed to figure out how it relates to your give name? Oh boy, isn’t my life exciting?

P.P.P.P.P.P.P.S.: Do you realise how incredibly UN-ERGERNOMICAL your last name is to type??! With only the first and last letters with the left hand, there are six letters in a row (ompkin [which is a pretty cool word, might I say. {I might even call you “Ompkin” from now on!}]) with your right hand!

P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.S.: Yay! For me being able to use all three brackets in a reasonably, grammatically correct sentence, regardless of how shit the content of that sentence may be.

P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.S.: Yay! For me probably breaking my friend’s record at writing post scripts!!

P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.S: Yeah, next time, remind me that I shouldn’t dwell so long on emails that may or may not be sent.

P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.S.: Could you please tell me if I’ve made any errors (including grammar, spelling, punctuation, but excluding any profanities [although, do include grammatically incorrect profanities, like, when “bloody” is an adjective and I’ve used it before a verb or the like]) in my email? I seem to have OCD when it comes to editing voluntary pieces of writing, i.e. not anything school based. Drives me up the wall.


Unfortunately, despite my profuse, systematic typing of probably email address, they all failed to send because, apparently, STATE SCHOOLS DON'T HAVE INDIVIDUAL EMAIL ADDRESSES FOR THEIR STUDENTS.

Anyway, just thought I'd share.

Have a good day :),
Viiiiii.


*Richard, I'm sorry for mentioning your name! I apologise in advance if someone stalks and rapes you because of me :). In compesenation: my full name is Vivien Yuen. (pronounced like Ewin, but with a 'y' in front of it. Although, it probably wasn't originally said like that, 'cause it's asian. But I've been de-asian-ised, so it's okay. :) [bet you didn't know my ancestors were Native American, did you? What a mix!])

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Quite evidently, I have just created a blog site for myself!

I'm not quite sure where to begin, but I guess I'll give you a little update on my life so far to begin the blogs. (Oh gee, aren't I creative?)

WELL, I'm currently 13 years old at the moment, so my life hasn't been all to long, exciting or philosphical. I suppose there isn't much about me worth telling the world, apart from the fact that life has been pretty good to me up until this year, which has been pretty shit.

I really don't know how to explain myself too well, so I'll just leave you a montage of not-very-interesting sentences about me... *montage! montage!*

I like to be different, although sometimes, I do try to be "same". I figure if everyone's trying to be a different, there isn't really anybody else being the same, is there? I'm a real 20th Century kind of girl, and I'm into pretty much anything post 19thC, and pre 21stC. I'm a MUSO and proud of it. Baroque + Oldies music is the best though. I like to laugh, a lot - it's the best thing in the world. Acknowledging your feelings is healthy; dwelling in them isn't. I like music, a lot. I also like logical things, like maths and grammar. I have and irrational fear of running behind people, and people who don't care. I like Doctor Who!

Here's a link to my myspace page, just in case you want to know more. (Yeah okay, you probably won't but it doesn't hurt now, does it?): www.myspace.com/vivienloveshim.

P.S.: Please don't ask about the name of my myspace page :(. I DIDN'T MAKE IT. Vivien thinks it's somewhat lame, and has since then moved on since said him anyway.

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i am

vivien, and i ask you to convince me of otherwise.

i'd like to be

a musician
a scientist
a thinker
a photographer
a time traveler
under the sea,
in an octopus' garden
in the shade.

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