Those Things We Learned And Grown To Hate

[Picture Frames – Georgia Fair]

Last day of Winter today, so last day of me doing this song thing. Wait til Summer for it to come back!

I hate that it’s the last day of Winter…I loved this Winter. Jac’s birthday, my birthday, Josh’s birthday…good shit.

And also I hate that the weather will get warmer. It was warm yesterday already. I think I will start my complaints.

Got home late tonight and now I am worried about my CMEL assignment. I will work hard to finish it Wednesday night and Thursday, then hand it in Friday. Hopefully. Then I can REST!

I’ve been writing more when I should be working. I finished Chapter 7, and I will have to title it and do some proofing. This chapter was hard. I actually rewrote most of it.

Maybe I’ll try to enjoy Summer this year? I don’t know exactly who I’ll spend it with because Jac will be overseas all Summer but I guess I’ll try to enjoy it. Maybe get a tan. HAHA NO! I think I’ll rent a shitload of TV series and watch it at home with the curtains drawn and the aircon on. THAT sounds good shit.

Bye Winter. I thank you for 3 months of good memories.

Alex.

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This Freak I Became

[Dear Angel – April Sixth]

Man it was cold today! I was out hanging up the laundry in our front balcony (we’re the Asian equivalent of white-trash; undies hanging in the front balcony. Cool.) and suddenly a gust of wind blows.

Even though I was standing in the full sun, I was painfully aware of how useless it was the wind bit THROUGH my 3 layers of warm clothing. I couldn’t keep my hands in my pockets, but instead had to keep handling cold damp clothes.

I think there’s something odd going on with my mom’s body, though, because she was only wearing 2 layers, one of them light, and she was outside for ages in the wind and she said she felt warm. Though she was moving around a lot, that’s still not right.

By the way, I just realized that the laundry I’d hung had all fallen over. Damn.

We just roasted some meat with cumin. This is…I smell…fra..grant.

Jackie’s birthday tomorrow!

Alex.

Raindrops keep pelting on my head

Today was NOT a good day for me.

My parents went to the Melbourne Uni open day in my stead, because I had a Chinese SAC I could not miss. So I had to make my own way to Chinese school. Being a Sunday, I decided to walk there.

I live about a 30-40 minute solid walk from the school, but I thought, hey, exercise.

Within 2 minutes of leaving my front door, it started raining. I put up my hood, thinking, hey, it’ll pass.

Then it started being more enthusiastic about its job, so I opened my umbrella. But at the exact same time the wind woke up, and in the interest of me not spending the rest of the walk mimicking Mary Poppins, I put the umbrella down.

When I was about 7-10 minutes into the walk, the rain REALLY let go, and I had to wait in the bus shelter for about 10 minutes. I was already pretty wet.

I thought the rain eased up a bit, so I started walking again. As I reached the lights, where there are NO places to shelter, the wind and rain decided to go at once, and I more or less stood at a 45 degree angle.

The rain only came at a northerly direction, and I was walking north the entire time, so my front was completely soaked, leaving my back dry. My jeans had a discernible line down the middle where the wet line is.

I was within the home run, having stopped once again. When I was about 3 minutes away from my destination (the trip had taken me nearly an hour because of the all the stopping), I managed to step into a huge puddle, wetting the feet I’d managed to keep dry for the past hour.

At that point, my jeans were stiff on my legs, my hoodie was soaking through to my top underneath, my hair was poof wrecked, and now my feet were wet.

I was able to wring water out of my hoodie.

It took 10 minutes of standing under the hand dryer to make my hoodie only be damp and cold.

Then I ate some dodgy sushi and had a stomach ache the entire time at Jack’s.

I came home, I showered, I put comfy warm PJs on, and in about 2 minutes I’m going to hit the hay for an early night.

“Day off” tomorrow, and I will finally write the explanation of what’s going on.

So take care, everyone.

Alex.

P.S. My back fence blew down. It’s the fence we share with our neighbors behind us. We’ve lived in this house for over 4 years and not ONCE have we talked to them. This’ll be fun.

BULLFUCK!

It was a long day yesterday. And I LOVED IT!

And hooray, for having something to write about.

The day started with my walking to the bus stop, despite my mom’s invitation to drive me to the train station. I didn’t want to be in a car with her telling me and lecturing me about next year. The walk is much much better.

I arrived at school half an hour earlier than I’d planned, mostly due to funny bus times and extra trains (who would’ve thought Connex actually had more trains than before?) and went on my man-hunt for Jess-with-my-money-for-Jap-books. Got Julia to advertise and sell a couple of my books, and walked around with Nug trying to find said Jess. Found her in the gym. Got my money. Hoo-ah.

Sat with Carmaine and L- (okay, so she has 2 letters in her name so I had to censor it like that) in Methods orientation, then Julia Yr 10 joined me on my other side. Realized how thoroughly I need to revise over the holidays if I wanted to catch up, seeing as freakin’ Julia was smarter than me (I maintain that I will be the dumb Yr 12 and she the smart Yr 11). Saw Bee and other Peer Support people afterwards, and hung out with them. Sang happy birthday 3 times. Okay but I won’t go into detail as the day was long, and Bee is waiting to read what happened in the evening.

In singing rehearsals, I sat with Dani and April and Liz, and D.P. was in front of me. Endearing Brute kept on stopping after every song – technically, just before every song, which drove us mad because we were all taking a breath to start the next son when she stopped us – and we were all chattering when Endearing Brute screamed “SILENCE!” True to our nature, Dani and I both shrieked (softly) “I KILL YOU!” April rolled her eyes and Miss Har- who was standing next to us looked thoroughly confused, but not angry. I don’t think she likes Endearing Brute very much.

Mumbled our way through Gaudeamus and Vale, then it was OUT TIME! After an impatient wait, a few of us went to Dani’s apartment, to start preparing for the BBQ. But, of course, the kittens were there. Who cares about a BBQ when you’ve got tiny curious kittens trying to eat your stockings? D.P. had a cat stuck on her stockings and pull as she might, she can’t get the cat off. Poor kitten was in the Superman position, absolutely refusing to let go of its prized possession. I had to go in and pry the fibre off its claw. Diep had 3 kittens at the most crawling around her, and Andrew had one on his bum. He tried to shake it off but we all screamed at him to stop. Apparently the kitten was more important than Andrew not having his bum scratched out.

Finally we went down to start cooking for the BBQ. Soph, Fra- and Shaz arrived, as did two of Dani’s old friends. I had to leave after eating half a sausage to buy a text book from a Yr 12 – thus nearly completing my book requirements for next year – and so I walked all the way from Dani’s apartment back to the school, a good sold 20 minutes’ walk, then, when I’ve NEARLY made it back to Dani’s apartment, my dear Carmaine calls me from the school to pick her up. So I start walking back to the school, I find her – it was hard, for some reason – and we make it back to the apartment in time for her to take nearly 20 minutes to change, wrap Dani’s presents and for me to play with the kittens more. Dis- and Leanne were both there when I got back, as were Marco and Nat and a couple of other people. By the time we all went downstairs, the food was mostly gone, it was windy and cold, and I had some of Sonia’s boob cake (don’t ask, won’t tell). Actually, the boob cake was good.

After screaming out happy birthday for the 4th time that day, 2nd time to Dani, and eating the cake, watching the other Asians camwhore, cleaning up – something that only Andrew and Dani did, ha – we all went back upstairs, played with kittens (Eater tried to eat us. Car- was very much scared. She couldn’t go pee without making sure Eater was well clear) and then decided to head off for KBox – karaoke.

Somehow, we lost a bunch of people getting on the tram. By the time we got to KBox, only Dis, Soph, Andrew, Dani, D.P., Carmaine Diep and I were there. KBox was booked out (bastards) so we went to Party World. Party World wasn’t open and plus was too expensive (double bastards) and by that time Dani was very very very annoyed. We thought about watching James Bond but in the end, decided to go to an Asian grocery, buy a whole heap of food, and going back to Dani’s apartment to eat and watch DVD. Lost Dis- and D.P. along the way. We started watching The Bee Movie, but the sound file was not working so we watched Ghost Rider instead.

It was crap. Didn’t get it. Didn’t like it. All I remember is Andrew yelling “BULLFUCK!” in a particular scene. Carmaine retorted “Isn it usually ‘bullshit’?” and she looked at me for confirmation. Being engrossed in how J.B. was going to jump pver 30 trucks, it took me over 5 seconds to reply, “yeah that’s right.”

Speaking of Andrew vs Carmaine. Bee, you remember on the photoshoot day there were remarks about the size of both parties’ eyes made? Well last night it was taken to a whole NEW LEVEL. Andrew tried to integrate a “because your eyes are too small” joke about Carmaine in EVERY SINGLE SITUATION. Eg, Carmaine: “I want to kick him but I can’t because he’s attached to Dani.” Andrew: “It’s just ‘cos your eyes are too small you can’t tell the difference between Dani and me.”

Carmaine and I left Dani’s at around 10, much to my parents’ distaste. On our train there was a business-looking woman listening to loud doof-doof music on her leaky headphones. Needless to say, I started to bop to her music.

Slept at 12. The rained hard and long (Ha. Ha. Ha.) this morning and it was nice to be in bed listening to the pounding.

Carmaine and I both agreed that a day out is much better than a day in. Dani’s place is like a place of freedom, of fun, of independence. Go Dani!

And so concludes yesterday. Julia Yr 11 is going overseas tomorrow. Jen and the Jap crew had touched down in Japan yesterday. I’m not goin’ anywhere.

De Fluffe, Out.

Last day!

Ergh I’ve been slacking off…

Well alright to catchup:

Yesterday was the last official day for Yr 11’s and we had a day of activities. Last year it was a really warm day when we did it (it was also a whole month later) so this year we froze our butts off and also had a rather gloomy morning and I was worried, afraid, half expecting this year to be crapper than last year. Plus we had a bunch of…”stalls” which I thought was rather lame. Until it happened.

I guess the entire year level had a sort of “we should just go nuts” idea and everyone was running around going to all the stalls. My class had the face painting and we (my group, so, if I remember correctly, Julia, Vania, April, Tif- Sonam and I) took the second shift to draw crap on people’s faces. In my 20 minute shift (which stretched to over 30 mins due to popular demand. Har.) I drew countless love hearts on faces, wrote countless initial + inital ’08 on legs (awkward position, let me tell you now), and had about 2 people yell at me for SLIGHTLY fucking up. Oh and I’ve had a compliment on my singing whiile I was drawing. Thank yee.

I loved 11J’s stall a lot. Donut on a string. What more embarrassment could there be?

Oh, since that was actually the first picture of a person I posted on here, I think I should specify that’s not me. I’ll say when it’s me.

Our class’s theme was fairies and elves. I didn’t really..do either. I showed up late. So in the end I’m not in the class photo. Which is a pity.

11A had Cops and Robbers. Carmaine was a robber. Eunice was a cop. So was Dani and D.P. There were some good photos that came out of that.

Ah, the oppression of being a kid. I have a chore i have to do soon. I will cut off this here, and finish off my blog later, as a Part 2.

De Fluffe, Out