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When I Made Your Body Shiver

[Brick By Brick – Train]

I COMPLETELY WENT PAST MY 2 YEAR ANNIVERSARY ON THIS BLOG!

August 18th. 2 years. Although my blogging wasn’t as frequent in the past year as it was in the year prior, I think that the most change happened in this past 12 months. Apart from, obviously, graduation in an academic sense, I feel I’d also graduated in an emotional sense.

Though, as all graduates go, I do have days where I wish I was back there, 12 months ago.

Here’s to another 12 months of saying I will get a job, move out, and find my significant other – and failing to do so.

(I say this so negatively because if, somehow, in 12 months’ time I actually am working a decent job, living away from home and in a loving relationship, I would feel so so so much better.)

Alex.

Little Pieces

I just got around to reading the messages that people wrote on my pieces of paper.

On the day of dress signing, I couldn’t find my dress so I got paper and asked people to sign those. They were truly a great read and I teared and laughed and cursed at my cousin for her words. Here are some of the best (they’re all good and lovely, but here are some of the best ones)

And, breaking tradition, I’m writing their full names in as they have signed it

Dear Ruyi Alex. I’m sorry for tickling you and making u squirm with suffering. I’m sorry for nuzzling my face against you and making you scared. I am sorry for ACCIDENTALLY raping you and…wait, you don’t know about that. Well…uh…anyways, I’ll miss you. -Cathy

Ruyi! You are absolutely indescribable! No words can say how awesome you are – I’ve learnt so much from you. ❤ always. -Eunice

Did your mum help you make your dress? Best of luck for the coming year Ruyi. Lupp choo long tymez -Lisa T

(Because it wasn’t a dress, it was paper)

RUYI ❤ hey ruyi, you told me not to take up the whole page…BUT NO, you can’t make me. noob. WELL, I’d like to wish you the BEST of luck, stay unique~ ❤ julia (possibly your favouritist year 11) (haha)

(Julia L)

RUYI BROHEME! You’re ace + awesome + hell YES I’m sucking up to you so you’ll write me a part in your script.  🙂 Good luck + live it up! ❤ Raj

Dear Ruyi, I’m allergic to you., Thanks for awesome frees. May all your dreams come true. Love Cami

(I once lied and said I was allergic to everything to her.)

Hey Boy! ^^ I’m gonna miss seeing another person ‘like me’ walking around in the school 😛 Good luck for the future. Always be who you are :] ❤ Stoner the ‘other’ boy ;P

(There’s also Dani signing off with ‘Martinie beasts’)

Alex! YES. YOU! Haha I will miss sitting next to you & poking you! I didn’t move cos you smelt. It was HAYFEVER I promise! ❤ Dee xo

(Vania and Sonam both wrote)

Hey Ruyi/Alex, Good luck for the future! Don’t forget about me and keep in touch.

(This is where Sonam wrote)

I’ll miss all our English/Englang classes. ❤ Sonam 😀

(And Vania wrote)

But you’re always online so no worries there. 🙂 ❤ Vania

(Word for word, they were identical at first. Wow.)

Ruyi! My dearest cousin =] cannot believe you are graduating and we have no more methods together D= will miss you and your tiny miniscule hands next year BAHAHA. ❤ you! ❤ Christina aka Blondie, soon to be brunette LOL

(She laughs a lot)

I will miss our VET classes. I own your blog. ❤ Nayomi

(No.)

even though i’m really mean + such a bully to you all the time, I do love you lots! You have such a heartwarming hug and you never fail to make me smile. Love you and miss you ❤ Annie.

(Nikita’s funny awesome sweet lovely amazing message)

Dear Alex Ruyi

Nawww! You are going! Legal! OMG! Now you won’t be here anymore to give me all those hugs =(. Im so glad I met you this year, you awesome person. Now look, I AM NOT RACIST! I LOVE ASIANS [therefore] I LOVE YOU!! xxox, sweet lovin’ Nikita Muchado (about nothing) p.s. Asians Rule Wooo! (and in a little box) Asians FTW

(I adore her, I do. What a funny message.)

(And this one was the one I dedicated my title to, as well as making me cry.)

I’ll never admit it but I love you to little pieces 🙂 Best wishes and will always see you ❤ APRIL

There were lots more messages which I didn’t write because they were so personal and close to my heart, I didn’t wish to share it. I think one of them, you know who you are.

I thank you all for your lovely messages. They’re “a candle in the window on a cold dark winter’s night”.

Alex.

Suit up and grab me some boobage

On Wednesday it was dress signing day. And after that was the valedictory.

I couldn’t find my school dress so I nicked a huge bunch of papers from the library printer and got everyone to sign on them, the papers, instead. Thus I didn’t have any Sharpie marks on my skin during Valedictory (here’s looking at you, Julia), and people wrote nicer messages. I still haven’t had the time to sit down and read them yet. (AND CARMAINE! You never got to write a message.)

I signed Spanna’s right boob as a joke from the previous day. In the previous day I took a picture of Spanna’s generous cleavage and told her I’d tag one boob as me and one boob as Julia. Which is why I signed the boob that is me on Wednesday.

When I got to school, I noticed that Dani’s left boob got taken by Andrew already (‘cos that’s where her heart is. Wtflux? Don’t ask.) so I got her right boob with “this is mine mine mine mine mine – Alex”.

That started my mission to get as many right boobs as I can with “this is mine mine mine mine (the number of ‘mine’ depended on the size of said breast) – Alex” as possible. I actually managed about maybe over 100? Hehe.

When the boob was taken, I took the crotch.

When both was taken, as in the case of Anto-, I took the bum. That one was actually surprisingly embarrassing.

During recess, someone boarded up all the windows in the common room and we had a rave party. Loud music, people jumping. It was fantastic.

After Legal (during which we did no work but sat around and were happy and took pictures and hugged Nik-) and our last class ever, Dani, Zara and I went to Dani’s place to get ready for Valedictory. I played with the new kittens (these are much smaller than the ones from last year) and they gave me confused looks. (By the way, I tried uploading photos but it wasn’t working.)

Got all my clothes ready, and Andrew came home, changed, and we were off to the Crown Palladium.

When we had finger food (well, it was MacRob, people were fighting for food) we camwhored and everyone remarked how tall the heels were and so forth. Met Spanna’s mom, and a man who I thought was her dad but turned out to be Chez’s dad. That was bloody embarrassing and not my fault.

Sat down for speeches. Trying to fast forward this because I haven’t had breakfast yet…

Had some great speeches from everyone, and it was quite funny when one half of the room’s lights began to turn on and off. Frank and Caro- performed their song and it was quite heartbreaking and caused quite a few tears when Frank started crying halfway through.

Then came the time for everyone to go up and get their stuff. When I went up I called out Clarkey’s name and gave him a high five. It was awesome (despite my mom telling me that I’m an idiot for it later on. I’m not going into that, by the way…)

After Valedictory BRuCE, Fel and our respective parents and the odd sibling or two went to dinner at The Pub at Crown (I finally went to the place SonJ had so much trouble explaining before, she said “the place with tables and chairs and music and people”). I ordered a steak and chips, and it was tough but very delicious.

Went home. That was a disaster. For the 2nd time in a row we had to catch a replacement bus because they were obviously doing something to the tracks at night. Mom felt too sick to stay on the bus and demanded to get out at MT WAVERLEY where we stood around at 11:40 at night in the cold. Couldn’t get a taxi, so had to call a family friend to come up. Parents argued for so long as to who to call that by the time the family friend came up to Mount Waverley from Wheelers Hill, the next replacement bus had come and gone and it was past midnight.

Got driven back to the Glen where our car was parked, and mom proceeded not to drive and just sit there for the next 2o minutes. Finally got home, and had to do all the other things like shower and clear memory space on my camera, so that when I went to sleep it was 1 am, and I was waiting for a 5 am wake up to get to school for early breakfast.

Now you understand why I was tired.

Otherwise, though, the night was incredibly fun, as was the day.

The next installment, which is our “muck up” day, will be written about tonight.

Alex.

Last Day Of The Last

Remember my post First Day Of The Last?

I can’t believe that I’m now writing last day of the last.

Today is the last day of the last “school holidays” I’ll ever have. After this, holidays are just merely…holidays. No more 2 weeks of every 10 weeks. Pity.

I have been 70% successful in my venture to study and do homework. I have also been 90% successful in resting, sleeping in and watching NCIS on my computer and all those other shows online.

So, holidays well spent, in my opinion.

After this is what really counts. Exams, studying, preparation, and then I can rest.

So there you have it. Last day of the last.

Take care, everyone about to head off into exams. Take care of yourself, and take care to not fuck up (joooookes).

Good luck, too, of course.

Alex.

Filming for Yr 12 Video

Without going into too much detail, today we filmed for the all-in Year 12 video, and it mostly included me getting to yell at everyone to do stuff I want them to do, me yelling at people to wave, me yelling at people that they’re happy, dammit, and me yelling. I had to yell at everyone in the Common Room to stop eating lunch and go film. They hated me for that.

We lined the year level up, 12A to 12 J, going from the door near the Yr 9 lockers and overpass all the way through the school towards the Theatre. We ran out of people, so we told 12A onwards to basically, after we filmed them, to run (out of screen shot) to the theatre to the end of the line. I think watching everyone run to the end of the line was funnier, even though it was also great to see every single one of my friends wave and laugh and be happy.

After that, we decided to gather everyone inside the gym, because it was raining outside. We filmed from the mezzanine upstairs, and got everyone to spell out “EPIC!”. After a bit of tweaking and insults thrown by me, and a lot more yelling, we finally got everyone to wave and do the whole “I’m so happy!” thing. At a point, I tried to get people into the mood by shouting “ARE WE READY FOR THIS?!” and no one responded. Then someone was nice enough to start cheering so thank you, whoever you were.

It was tiring, hilarious, and I’m a little hoarse (neigh), but overall, what a brilliant session. Thanks everyone!

Alex.

Time flu…ahem flew…

I procrastinated rather guiltily last night, reading through my old blog posts instead of doing Legal homework. Soon it would be 1 year since I started blogging frequently.

I was reading through some of the first ones I wrote when I first started. There was that once when BRuCE sat outside the crepe place in the wind laughing loudly and having fun together. Or that time in assembly last year when Dani and I sat together and wondered at how there were only 6 weeks of school left…for Yr 11. And yet here I am now.

Relived Sale all over again. Every word brought back the amazing moments that we had in Sale, the drinking contest that Julia lost, Jen’s mozzie bite through the jeans…

I was going to relive those first few weeks of holidays too, the few days I spent with Bianca. But it all became too nostalgic. The knowledge of how close I am to the next big step in my life…

Well, Term 3 starts tomorrow. It’s my final full term ever. Soon I’ll be blogging about how we’re six weeks away from ACTUALLY graduating.

Alex.

Pictures Of You

Pictures of you
Pictures of me
Remind us all of what we used to be.

Pictures Of You – The Last Goodnight

Yesterday we got our final set of school photos, ever.

In the previous years, receiving school photos usually came with “uh oh, wonder how I looked” and followed by “oh my god my hair is so big! (She-who-will-not-be-named)”. But this year, it was also coupled by the realization that this was our LAST school photos. EVER.

I was looking at our class photo, at the 24 beaming (and 1 slightly smiling Scottish) faces, and I started trying to recall what we all looked like in Year 9. I remember Jen had the douchey expression on her face (look, okay…you had a douche-ier one before) and now she’s grinning gleefully with a row of clean straight teeth, looking, dare I say, like a lady. And there’s Vania, who despite receiving “aww” again, looked infinitely more mature and radiant. And Julia, whose hair was the wonder of all 4 years, was just pleased that her hair looked normal sized (oh oops). I remember one year, it had to have been 2007, when the lady taking the picture said, after Julia walked off, “You have a very sweet smile.” This caused Julia to continue smiling for the next 10 minutes.

I will miss these faces in the years to come. I am actually looking forward to Reunions to see if Jen is still douchey, Vania still adorable, and Julia still maintained her endlessly sexy hair.

D.F.

Subject selections

Well, I’ve left it until the last minute only to realize that there isn’t a choice in the online selection for Chinese outside of school, so, I’ve left it blank and will go to Miss D- tomorrow, after about a day of running around worried.

I’m so glad I don’t have to do Japanese anymore.

I remember writing this blog in my old blog Jalix about how shitty it was that I had to be separated from my friends because of blocking. Because for two years I’ve had nearly every class with them and suddenly I won’t really see any of them in class. I didn’t think back then that we’d still hang out. I thought that classes were the things that held us together. Well okay it kind of was. I mean this year the group dynamics changed a lot, not just for my group but for others too. I haven’t really noticed enough to make an overall comment, but groups have enlarged and split, and changed too. Sa- never hangs out with  us anymore because of her musical commitments but we’ve more or less adopted Bel- and Son-. At the start of the year we lost Julia for awhile to Sha- but she came back :).

But the reason I brought this up is because graduation is going to be a LOT more different. I mean, I might be wrong, we might all go to the same Uni more or less, but see we’ll definitely be doing different courses and at different times…unlike high school, our timetables will become flexible. So…what’s going to happen then? Would I have to make some friends who take my course, and then gradually stop contacting my current ones because…out of sight out of mind? I don’t think so. Too bad guys. I’m fighting for ya.

Bel- wants to start a band. I can’t say I am utterly excited but…I might be wrong. It might be fun. We might be mediocre. I learnt “A Lonely September” yesterday, all of it. My internet is a bit slow today so I can’t link you to the video clip but it’s a nice song and when I get the chance I’ll link you.

Oh I think I may have gotten myself more readers. Although I hope they will become commentors too. So, Car-, and when they do come on, Bee and Eu-, do comment!

Final thing. I said in a previous entry that Car- named a puppy we saw Megan. I was wrong. Apparently she didn’t. Neither of us remember what she actually named her (if she named her at all) but I apologize for “fabricating things”.

But don’t you think that Kenny is a good name for a little hairy puppy?

De Fluffe, Out.

Nothing like inspiration

Okay so I just read D.M.’s blog (not sure yet whether she’d appreciate me advertising it so I shan’t) and she had a pretty long ramble about life. And actually, it was inspirational. She didn’t talk about the everyday shit I crap on about, like school and problems with other people. Nup. She talked about herself. And her future, and her past influences. She had a set few on the things in life. Plus she had an awesome picture of a grass pushing its way through asphalt. Which, by all standards, is AMAZING.

I meant the weed, but yes, D.M. is pretty amazing too.

So I thought to myself, “Defluffe,” I said (well I didn’t, I used my real name. I don’t know. Whatever) “maybe it’s time you get a bit existential as well.”

So, what are my future plans?

Right now, I just want to get out of home. I know that in some ways I am spoilt and selfish and all that only-child shit people tend to believe about only children. I don’t know if my parents love me (I don’t think they love me per se, more like the idea of me) but I’m sure when my mom told me she rather I wasn’t her daughter, that was some sort of inkling. No, actually, can’t I just not be able to stand my parents and want to move out and be free? D.M. is so sure about her own morals because of her mom’s, and I’m sure of my morals because of the same thing, but from a different angle, and towards a different direction. D.M. wants to be like her mom. I would rather kill myself than become anything similar to my mother. Once I found myself doing an action that she does, and it nearly made me gag.

I sound like a whingey emo right now, don’t I? Some people would do anything to be able to argue with their parents, because it means that their parents are there. I won’t say that I wish I had their life. In the past I wished I had someone else’s life, or someone else’s parents (still do about the 2nd thing) but now I figure, my life is rockin’ at the mo’, ‘cos I got some really good friends. I mean, if there is anything I will take out of high school, it is that I made some really solid friends.

Wouldn’t it be sad if I revisit this post a few years later, and read back at how naive I was to believe that I would still keep those friends? I’d hate, and I’m scared, to think that I would come back on my 21st birthday and think to myself, “well that friendship went down the drain after graduation.” So I have decided that I would actively try to keep bonds with my closests. I won’t lie to myself, there are probably 90% of my current friends who I won’t bother trying to keep in touch. And included are some people who I say I would keep in touch. Maybe I would initially. But out of sight, out of mind, right? Of that 10% that I would try to keep in touch with, I don’t know who would reciprocate. (ha) maybe I’m not as loved as I’d like to believe.

Postsecret.com, had a postcard of someone saying, “I plan to be hit by a car, just so that when I am in hospital I can find out who my real friends are.” I think that’s quite a…well twisted enough, I think that’s quite an idea. “Don’t it always seem to go that you don’t know what you’ve got ’til it’s gone?” I’ve said this to D.M., “sometimes I wonder what I can do to make them see what they would lose.” She said it was the most depressing thing she’s ever heard me say. Hindsight, yeah. But, nowadays I’m frequently thinking that. Perhaps the stress is getting to me. Perhaps, I am just plain mental. I mean, what, 2 out of 10 people are mental? (Made that up completely) so maybe I’m that 1 out of 2. I mean, not EVERYONE can be those 8, so SOMEONE’s gonna be one of those 2. Probably me.

It’s past nine, and, under my PARENTS’ regime I have to go to bed. I guess it keeps me healthy, except I wake up every morning more tired. The only thing that gets me out of bed is knowing I can see their faces again. This is getting to be a mid-life crisis at 17.

De Fluffe. Out.

P.S. Thank you D.M. for inspiring me. You are definitely in that 10%.