Cold weather can be a bitch

I sit there, outside, under the intense gaze of the heat. I try to hide from it, ducking in and around disposable friends, trees, benches, etc. I simply cannot escape the gaze of the unmerciful heat. I begin to choke, falling to my knees. The heat has me in its claws now. I am trapped by its sheer strength. One could believe I am stuck in an inferno. You would be close. I am stuck in my computer room, with no air conditioner.

Yes, the weather has finally taken a change from that ungodly cold, to a normal heat... for summer. As it is Spring, it is safe to assume that it's too hot, but I like this weather. I enjoy the heat much more than I enjoy the cold. For one, it gives me reason not to wear pants, and you all should know of my great discomfort for pants.

But let us peer upon reasons why the heat is better.

With cold, comes the added risk of rain. Now, I LOVE rain. When i'm indoors, and safely dry. Also, rain has a habit of being really annoying at important moments.

With cold, more clothes are needed, more blankets, as well as the heaters. Now, this would be fine, but my bed would get cramped with two blankets like I have in winter, the idea of wearing pants frightens me, and as my room seems to be the only room in the house without a switch to turn on or off the heaters, and is just a part of the general heating system; this means that whenever someone turns on the heat, I get most of it. I cook like a roast chicken.

With heat, however, there is no need to wear pants, no need to be fearful of rain, no need to use blankets at night, or keep heaters on. I can even take cold showers!

With heat, my natural pajamas, which is just a singlet and shorts, is utilized perfectly. Socializing is done better in warmer conditions, with outdoors being available.

There are endless reasons on why other side is worser, or greater, but I prefer the warmth. But like everything, too much of one thing is not good.

Pokemon Adventures, Part 1: The Meeting of The Masterers.

Charmander faces the Rattata, both far into the battle. Joel sweating, stressing over the battle so far, the other trainer also experiences the same. 'Charmander! EMBER!' Joel screams, with my pokemon following in suit. The Rattata is burnt to cinders, flying back in a fainted heap.
'YES! WINNER!' Joel yells, running towards his pokemon.
After the battle and greetings, Joel and the trainer part ways, as Joel goes to find other trainers and to finally begin his training with the Charmander he got only a few nights beforehand, after reaching the age of 17 and becoming a Pokemon Trainer.
'Where do you want to go now Charmander? We can go find some other trainers to fight, or beat the crap out of some random pokemon.' Joel says, walking backwards while Charmander walks, curiously staring at his trainer.
'Char char, char char' Charmander says, pointing over something behind Joel. 'What are you pointing at?' noticing the cute girl digging in the grass. 'CHAR CHAR, CHAR' Charmander says urgently, pointing again, this time catching his trainer's attention. Joel starts to turn around, but trips over his feet, and falls.
*SMASH*
'OH FUC*' The girl screams, after being bumped into by Joel. A Squirtle jumps out, and begins to use water gun on Joel. 'Stop drowning me, you bastard!' Joel screams. 'Get off me then you idiot' the girl screams, now in a tangled heap. Charmander watches on to the two kids and pokemon squabble, before deciding to take action. Charmander runs in and kicks all three, sending them all flying.
'OW YOU BASTARD!' Joel yells 'oh, hey Charmander'
'Ow, ooh a Charmander' the girl says 'Hi, I'm Elisha, and this is Squirtle' Elisha says 'I also go under the title Splasha', obviously referring to the legendary rookie fighter, who had been plaguing the countryside lately.
'Splasha, as in THE Splasha? Well, I'm Joel, or Joelava' Joel says, referring to the name one of the trainers gave him after his Charmander used an efficient ember attack to burn Joel.
'Joelava? as in, THE Joelava, the rookie with the legendary fiery starter pokemon, Charmander?' Elisha says, with her eyes widening to bigger than an anime character's.
'Yeah, I guess' Joel says, standing up straighter, obviously feeling proud his infamy has reached great lengths. He opens his eyes, to see Elisha curiously staring at Charmander.
'What a strong-looking Charmander' Elisha says, 'I would love to battle him'.
Charmander's eyes light up, 'Char char, char char!'
'Well, lets battle then.

15 gruelling minutes later
Charmander is panting, Joel is staring around the open space. It is soaked with Squirtle's water gun. On the other side, Squirtle is spinning around dizzily, with Elisha sitting on her bogan ass.
Both pokemon rush in for their last attack, there is a crash, and smoke goes poof. The smoke clears, and both pokemon have fainted.
'Oh, you are the first person to have beaten me' both trainers remark, both being surprised by each other's comment afterwards.
'What an epic fight!' the boy says, standing next to the tree, flicking his hair standing next to a Bulbasaur and a Pikachu.
Both trainers are embarrassed by the comment, and give their details, such as before.
'I am Josh, or Josh Hemp, from what people call me. This is my starter Bulbasaur, and this is the other Pokemon, Professor Soak gave me, Pikachu' Josh lazily says, flicking his hair.
Both trainers are gobsmacked. Before them stood the Josh Hemp, who had received two starter pokemon instead of the normal one.
'Wow! Josh Hemp, with his legendary Bulbasaur and Pikachu! We went to Professor Soak in Eynesbury City too!' both trainers remark, staring at his Bulbasaur's and Pikachu's sidefringe.
The trainers trade stories about their journeys throughout the first few days.
'So wait, we all lived in the Eynesbury without knowing each other for 17 years?' Joel remarks, staring at the four pokemon running around, abusing a pack of Rattata's.
'Yeah, I guess' Josh said, flicking his hair.
'Probably because I was always playing by the creek, in my shorts and boganness' Elisha said, playing in the nearby river. 'I love this food you cooked, Joel'. Joel continues to stuff his face with the buns he made the previous morning.
*BOOM* Goes the noise on the other side of the river, in the large forest.
'What was that?' Josh says, jumping up, calling his pokemon over.
'Lets go check it out' Joel says naively, 'We can do anything because we are pokemon trainers'

20 minutes later, the three trainers reach the site.
'Muahahahahahaha' The Blonde Girl screams, as her Mareep shocks the random pokemon around, as a Geodude collects them and throws them in a bag.
'Get them Geodude' The Short haired boy yells, as the furry looking tall guy next to him, plays around with a Meowth and a Magikarp.
'Nicole, over there' the Short haired boy points over to a group of pokemon.
'Lee, check out them trainers over there' The girl says, pointing towards the three trainers.
'Ben, get them!' They both say, as the tall boy looks up, at the three trainers.
'That one has good style' Joel points out, talking about Ben's seemingly great sense of style.
'WTF JOEL? FIGHT WOMAN!' both trainers yell.
All pokemon are sent out, and sent to attack each other.
Somehow, Charmander is against Geodude, as well as Magikarp and a whole number of random pokemon, who are all under the trio's spell. Bulbasaur and Pikachu tackle Mareep and Meowth and Squirtle flies in attacking the trio.

20minutes later.
Charmander has acquired numerous more enemies, with the floor around him littered with fainted pokemon. Squirtle, Bulbasaur and Pikachu sit there cheering him on, as the trio, deduced to be the villianous Team Cocket sit there, decimated by Squirtle's shell.
Charmander flies in, whacking at least 3 Pidgeys, and knocking out a few Caterpies. All three trainers decide to catch on Pidgey.
After the last of the Pokemon is defeated, and Charmander has been exhausted, the trainers look upon to the beaten Team Cocket.
'We will get you guys later' Nicole says, as the Team run off, 'Damn you meddling children'

'Well, that was awesome' Josh said, staring around at the large thick trees and large bodies of water.
'We really need to watch ourselves, there are a fair few more of them people around' Joel says, glaring at the other trainers who neglected to help his courageous Charmander
'Yeah, I guess, we can join up, and travel together. Anyway, I really like eating your food, and Josh's stories are heaps funny, especially about his girlfriend. Haha, silly girl' Elisha says, tripping over different assortments of vines.
'Yeah, but then we need a name' Joel says, as he protects his food from the large mouths of the others, 'The Masterers, because we all want to be Pokemon Masters'.
'I like it' Josh says, staring at the picture of his girlfriend in his wallet, while flicking his hair, and putting on his hat.
'Oh, why not the Dynamic Intelligent Cool Kids, or DICK's for short' Elisha says, staring at the others.
Both the other trainers stare at her. 'Masterers it is' Joel says, as he and Josh begin to walk away awkwardly from Elisha.
'Wait up guys!' Elisha yells, trying to catch up with her new teammates.

PART 1 END!

Drunk Texting

I run up to my room, grab my phone, eager to see who has sent me a message. One message.
I quickly read it, not understanding it. I read over it a few times, disregarding the spelling mistakes, and quickly reply in my sarcastic fashion.
I get a text back within minutes, 'What are you talking about?'.
I explain to them to check their own message to me, in which I get the reply 'Oh shit, drunk texting'.

Yes, it is that type of message, drunk texting. Personally, I love them, because despite the spelling mistakes, the randomness is just brilliant.
I haven't had more random since Cher-Lynne, but she is sober most of the time, so I am genuinely worried for the poor girl. Except for the fact she is always late for everything, maybe if she is drunk she might get to places earlier. No, I doubt it, I just have to start telling her to come 3 hours earlier, and hope she gets there when it is still 'fashionably' late. Stupid girl, and she says I don't make plans. And then she infects me with her virus of being late everywhere. My dad has started making me where a watch because of that, which she took the liberty of abusing it.

But back onto point, drunk texting, and how I am a fan. Mainly because, I really love it when people try to bag on me when intoxicated, and learning all the juicy gossip one may have on others is extremely good, and obviously when one is unebriated, it is much easier to acquire this information.
I find drunk texting, and I usually get one friend who does this, endlessly entertaining. Obviously not as entertaining at Cher-lynne's dribble, but still, when intoxicated, people say the weirdest stuff.

This however, does not give me sufficient reason to get intoxicated myself, and let loose on my phone, with a large amount of credit.

But what is the point of drunk texting?

Drunk texting is just for the laughs, or when someone gets ballsy enough to voice their opinions, which I would be quite frightened of.

What types of drunks are there?

Well, all drunks at some point in their intoxication levels, will have the idea of drunk texting.
But I'm guessing the most prone are:

Funny Drunks
Angry Drunks
Dickhead Drunks

um, I can't think of anymore

What one may come across during a drunk text?

Well mainly, it should be a load of random, but some can contain gossip, bitching, and opinions of people including yourself.
Really, drunk texting is humourous as usual, as pointed out in such sites as

textsfromlastnight.com - which can include sober randomness.
mydrunktexts.com - which going by the name, is obviously filled with sobriety.

and other sites.
So, when you are fighting the war, with comrades in arms, against the forces of sobriety, remember to carry your phone, in case of the emergency drunk text.

Oh dear, I'm aging

I sit there, quietly, waiting as the clock comes closer to midnight. I am on facebook, already recieved two congratulations from people who got in early. My msn goes off, Tammy has just opened up a window, and her message is clear. The clock strikes 12. I quickly go to check my facebook, and the messages are streaming at great rates. I feel loved, and know that the fateful turning of the age has come.

The year has passed since my last increase in age. I have turned 17, and now probably legal for some more things, such as using magic like Harry Potter tells us. Obviously, my 18th I will be legally an adult, but that is a year away, and I am living in the moment, where I can probably watch MA15+ movies without my sister glaring at me thinking I'm too young still.

I look back on my 16th year, on the highs, and the lows, and the middles.
I think to myself, closing the gap from me to adulthood once again, how I have grown (figuratively, you bastards) and how I will continue.
Long have the days where I couldn't pronounce words like 'lucky', having a bowl cut, and being only average at most things. Now I am replaced with constant use of the words 'awesome' and 'cool', having the asian hair, and being awesome at everything!
Long have the days passed where I was a midget compared to my peers. Well, at least now I am somewhat a respectable height, being at that height where it is awkwardly taller than alot of girls, yet not tall enough to be considered boyfriend material.
Long have the days passed where I am abused my peers, who believe that my baby-ish looks are just plain cute. Must I remind you all, its HAWT!

I look back on the year, with the change in schools, increase in friends, altering of personality to suit me, and the disturbing amount of time I spend in town, but I go to school there so its all fine.
I remember my last few moments before the age increase, with the anticipation of flooding congratulations with the fact I managed to stay alive for 17 years, with my smartassery, it was looking abit hazy there for a while, but who is going to hurt a kid half their size? No one, and I take advantage of that.

I look ahead, to the year ahead, where I will be faced with year 12 studies, with many friends around me going to have to start killing themselves in their studies, including myself, my ascension into the 'Adult' status, nearing the end of the year, and therefore I would legally be able to party in clubs and stuff like that, but we all know that I will have to be forced to wait for Tammy's ascension two months later, before I do something cool.

And now I sit here, on my birthday, thinking about my life's events, from that time I remember standing next to a heater when I was 3-4, because that's the earliest memory I have (I think) to my birthday dinner tonight, because I seriously can't see too far ahead of that.

So, can I really use magic now?

Muck Up Day

Today, well for most schools, was Muck-Up Day. Yes, that time in October was already upon us, where the future leaders of the world, in all their glory, enjoy the sheer pleasure of the social custom of creating havoc for their leaving schools. My school however, did not participate in the Muck-Up parade.
I do not know if its because we are smarter than others, more mature, or because our school is so small, that culprits could be caught easily, that prevented the general stupidity, of which is muck-up day.
I myself, am a fan of a more harmless muck-up day, where no one is targetted, or very few are targetted, and nothing that would create trouble for the school.

The night before, kids from my old school were hyping up the day for events in which they hoped to bring great havoc, while secretly we all knew they would pussy out in the end, because:
one: the were year 11's.
two: they were wogs or girls talking it up
three: the worst that had happened for them, in the week coming up to this point, was someone writing 'EMINEM' on the side of the building.

Now, this would just point out that the person who did is a jackass.

But that is not the point. What is the point though, is what is muck-up day for?
The leaving class to display their feelings of the school through devastation?
What if, like me, you love your current school?
How would I counter this then?

Well, first by explaining muck-up day.
The leaving grade, on their last day of school before SWOT VAC, and taking exams, reap havoc upon schooling grounds across the city, as well as general havoc all around.
This is an act of defiance, and to show hate for their schools, and because its the social custom and when it gets really rowdy, it gets really fun. But rowdy means stupid.
Although, if one was to like their schools, their muck-up day wouldn't be centered around creating havoc for their schools, such as my school.
The counter? Harmless muck-up. Where there is no harm, no targetting (or at least limited) and the schooling grounds, and teachers are left completely unharmed.

Now what could go on during a muck-up day.

Kids these days are getting more and more creative as the years go by. The general idea for everything, is to piss off the schools, to get back at them for 13 years of forced education.
Things like vandalism (which is really, really, really stupid), intricate traps, terrorizing the younger students, and schooling grounds are all part of a muck-up day. Some people enjoy the use of sauces, and oil on benches, some enjoy banners, and some enjoy just running around their former schools screaming obsceneties.

What would be too far?
Injuries, damage to cars, getting other grades and teachers involved. Injuries, unless they are really funny ones, should be avoided. Damage to cars, that's just not cool, unless the person is super annoying. Getting other grades involved is the worst thing to do. It makes them feel cool. Please don't do this, because I had year 8's running around screaming their heads off, trying to start on me last year when muck-up day commenced, while the 9th graders stood their trying to look cool, and my grade 10'ers were generally dicks. I don't know about the year 11's, but I can't imagine they didn't do anything. Advice: DO NOT GET OTHER GRADES INVOLVED. We get cocky. This being said, do not get too many schools involved in one prank. Fights would be too far.

What would be too little?
Nothing. Or simple things like graffiti. If you do nothing, then how are you supposed to remember your last day?
Graffiti, should only be used if coupled with something else, and really, you don't need it on the school property, if at all. There really is no reason why one should graffiti, unless they are writing 'Pokemon is awesome' or 'Where are my pants?'


Harmless Muck-up Day?
A grade dress-up would be a smart idea. Remember, do not allow any lower grades to join in, or they are open to the egging option. But one must remember, a costume does not include 'Birthday Suit'.
A watergun fight, again leaving grade only.
The general consensus would to not do any damage, yet gain a memorable experience from the event.
Banners for other schools ? Could be a good idea.

Now, as stated before, things like graffiti, egging of properties, and causing of injuries would be stupid.
Sissy options: Doing nothing

Basically, muck-up day requires a large amount of planning, and instead of stupid choices, one should think of intricate traps and banners, as well as the idea of harmlessness, and not involving other grades, for everyone's benefit, to muck-up day. Now obviously, the idea of targetting certain individuals is never lost, this should be only allocated to students, possibly other grades, and never property.
Also, those grades apart from the leaving grade should note, you are just a tool if you try to join in. Certain acceptions include, if you were ambushed first by a non-leaving grade member. Yeah that's about all.

Gossip School

Guy A likes Girl A.
Girl A likes Guy B.
Girl B likes Guy A
Guy B is often found playfully flirting with Guy C.
Guy C likes Girl B.
Guy B likes Girl C
Girl C likes Girl A
Guy D likes Girl D, who likes Guy D but both won't admit it.
Guy E likes Guy E
Guy F likes Guy G, and Guy G likes Guy E, who likes Guy E
Girl E is gossiping with everyone about it.
Sleaze A likes Girls, A, B, C, D and E, and tries to hang out with Guy A, B, C, D, E, F and G
Guy A tells Girl B who in-turn tells Girl A.
Girl A hooks up with Guy D.
Guy B hooks up with Girl B, but has a hidden affair with Guy C and Girl A
Guy C hooks up with Girl E, but maintains the love for Guy B.
Guy E stares at himself in the mirror.
Guy F hooks up with Girl C.
Guy G likes Slut A because he doesn't know she is Slut A
Slut A gets with Guy G. They become PDA couple
Sleaze A hits on Slut A, and Girls A, B, C, D and E, despite their coupled status.
Girl D dates outside of school, with Outside School Guy
Guys, A, B, C, D, E, F and G all love Outside School Guy, while Sleaze A doesn't because OS Guy is dating Girl D
Guy H is dating Bitch A, and becomes Dickhead A, with couple becoming Couple D
Teacher A makes reference to the complicated system in which the students follow.
Guy M, who gossips with Girls K, L, T , A, W, Q, R, E, Y and U, and friends with Guy A, C, D, O, I, L, K, V, X, Z, N and T.
Guys T, N, X, K, L and M hates Sleaze B, who hits on Girls H, I, T, M, A and N, and tries to be friends with Guys D, I, C, K, H, E, A and D.
Guys T, N, X, K, V and M hate Slut A, and Bitch A, because Slut A, is a slut and Bitch A is a bitch.
Girls *alphabet* hates Sleazes A and B because they are sleazes.
Slut A is dating Guy G, but often is found flirting with Guy K, and hitting on Guy Z, also attempting to sit on the laps of Guys H, S, Q, B, C, D and W.
Guys *alphabet* all love Teacher A, and Outside School Guy.... and food.
Guys *alphabet* and Girls *alphabet* love Guy E, who likes Guy E.
Guy E, also likes Hot Girl A, but Hot Girl A is Megan Fox.
Guy E often flirts with Guy T and S, and is often whipped by Girl T and L.
Guy E starts a lot of fights with Girl J and S.
Sleaze A tries to be friends with Guy E, because Girls *alphabet* like Guy E
Sleaze B is a dickhead and thinks he is better than Guy E, T, S, K, J and H and says that Guy T and Guy K should get together because they are so gay.
Guy K wants to hurt Sleaze A and B.
Guy B's hidden affair with Girl A and Guy C is revealed, and Girl B dumps Guy B for Guy J.
PDA couple gross everyone out.
No one likes Couple A, because they annoy everyone.
Guy E is lost, and Guy M then shares the gossip with Guy E, who is then up-to-date.
Guy E hates Sleaze A and B, Couple A, PDA couple and Slut A, because Guy M told him to.

I'm so lost now.

What opposite sexes look for in each other

Now, before I start this, I will state that I won't be doing same sex attractions, as I have no idea what guys look for in guys and girls look for in girls and I don't want to send myself into a fit.


Talking with a close friend today, we got onto the topic of relationships and whatnot. When she noted for a particular guy's taste in women, which tended to be short, blonde, plastic girls, AKA 'The Myspace Girl', I decided to note all the types of girls that guys, as in teenage boys, tend to go for.

• Hot
• Blond (yes, not brunettes. I know we all say we love brunettes more, but inevitably we always notice the blonds)
• Maybe same race, depending on ethnicity.
• Skinny
• Basically someone to show off
• We say we don't want them to wear makeup, but sometimes, its better to.
• Hardly dresses themselves
  

I then proceeded to attempt at guessing what girls go for in guys.

• Tall (damn you girls)
• Dark
• Handsome / good-looking / hot.
• Smart (rich)
• Someone to show off
• Can dress themselves

This led onto different branches in which we discussed what asians look for, and the other ethnic catergories.
I will attempt to describe some types of girls, that FRIEND would most likely go for.. man is he into the stereotypes.

The Myspace Girl -
Blonde, Brunette, Black hair, dyed or bleach, or sometimes natural.
Hair appears to sprout from one area on their head, with hair plumped up in a puffy fashion. Usually long hair.
As a Myspace girl, has a Myspace account.
Takes pictures from angles which severely flatter them, and is usually seen taking pictures from above their heads, in a tank top and shorts... like, short shorts.
Their album is littered with these pictures, also, with them and large amounts of makeup, or them with other Myspace girl.
They all appear to be 17, even though half look at least 2 years above or below that margin
All appear to have some boobs on them. (Flattering angles)
Chat-speakers...........
Relation to the 'Scene' genre.
Skinny.


The Scene Chick
As stated, relation to Myspace Girl.
Bleached hair, often rather dark, or light.
Similar hairstyles to Myspace girl, can work with shorter hair.
Is the early stages of the 'Emo' genre.
Piercings, usually lip.
Always takes a picture on their 'bad' side.
Avid Myspacers.
Quite a number of albums with pictures of them.


The Hot chick
Hot
Blonde
skinny
busty
always has a boyfriend.


The Bitch
There is always that one guy that goes for the bitch, either because she has one physically redeeming feature, or is the only girl to give them notice. Honestly, even if the bitch is hot, I suggest keep away. They get crazy.

I then got onto the topic of girls preferences

But onto girls taste in guys

The Surfie Kid
Hair that has to be absolutely perfect, all sticking up, usually different shades of brown or blonde. Must have hair separated perfectly, so they can say it kind looks like a 'dragon ball z' - esque type of thing. I think they look like absolute tools when they do this. There is no way they are ever early for school.
Board-shorts
Fluoro-coloured T-shirts
Shops mainly at 'JRs', 'Jetty Surf', Globalize, etc.
Thongs a must.
Tank tops a must.
Attempts to be 'buff', but really fails
Doesn't like pants too much.
One step away from being a 'Hardcunt'

The Hardcunt
Physical features similar to surfie kid, such as hair.
Talk tough.
Swears alot
Hangs in packs


The Wog
I already have a blog about this one..... you should all see this on my facebook somewhere.

The Tool
A smart ass
Usually lame
Overkills jokes.
Will often try to ruin the fun of someone else, if it is at all discriminative, even if its just for fun.
Diabolical
Works well with the Bitch.
Over-confident
Attempts at being deep

For guys, we seem to be attracted to the 'plastic' girls, who should be a fair amount of fake, if not just slutty, because if shorts get any shorter than plastics, then I would call them underwear.
Girls appear to prefer the 'dickhead' male. Such categories that fall under the dickhead catergory,
Dickheads
Bogans
Wogs
Surfies
Hardcunts
TB's / wannabe asian gangsters, although they always say 'I'm a lover, not a fighter' which pisses me off eternally.
The wannabes
The Tool

As for me, I fit under the Douchebag

Douchebag
A Smartass
Cocky
Attempts at class clown
Shallow, yet deep, yet more shallow again.... cryptic bastard
Doesn't worry about pissing people off, or just doesn't notice it.

Why I love school

Despite my school being quite small for a high school, Eynesbury still lives up to the ordinary feel of school. There isn't the social stereotypes like ordinary schools, except the large number of internationals, but like any school, you have the individuals that make up the school.
These include:
The class clowns
The wannabe tanky guys.
The metro kid/s.
The inseperable couple.
The awesome ethnic kid.
The nice, pretty girl
The short, yet dominant girl
The weird kid.
The couple no one wants to see / The overuse of PDA couple.
The emo kid that everyone secretly loves.
The gal pals.
The 'laugh at everything' guys.
The stoner/s.
The ridiculously tall guy
The loud girl.
The very loud girl.
The annoying girls
The barely straight guy.
The guy who thinks they is super popular and hangs out with the grade above them, but secretly no one really likes them..... x2 (kent can probably name them)
The loners.
The social slut / socialite
The 'Aussie' *other ethnic group: asian, wog, black*
The downie
The dropkicks
Technically, we have the nerds, but I think that can be said for everyone at our school.
The bogans
The douchebags
The awesome teachers
The teachers who are dirtier than their students.
The racist teacher.
The awesome principal.
The kid who is always sick
The over-attached girl who is excessively violent.
The kid who gets picked on.
The sleazes
The hot chick/ group.
The nerdy asian kid.
The nerdy white kid.
The stylish girl/s
The hippie.
The kid who isn't cool enough to hang out with anyone their age so they hang out with kids younger than them
The sweet but diabolical kid
The racist, sexist kid.
The wannabe.
The army kid.
And obviously every school has the pretty, skinny, abstract girl who is super awesome and funny, but could probably beat the crap out of any guy, because she trains... heavily.

And the list goes on. As said before, we may not have a strong social stereotype at our school, like a large group of gangsta asians, or wogs, or not even bogans. We may have singles of each social stereotype, but not enough to boast on the likes of proper highschools. I find this system works, as since there is no social stereotype, people can actually get on with their work. This, coupled with the no uniform makes school endlessly enjoyable. I don't have to deal with the social stereotypes, which I have prided myself on learning their habits, and I don't have to wear pants all-year long. Its a win-win for me.

But as said before, although there is no social stereotype for school, it still entails the average feel of school. Also, since my school is quite small, gossip is easily spreadable. The first few weeks of each semester had so much gossip that I could've been gossip girl... or guy... but it sounds better as girl... OMG, what if Gossip Girl is actually a guy ? PLOT TWIST!
But back onto topic, again, like all schools, we find our rhythm, and gossip dies down quickly.

But this is not what I want to talk about,
Every since moving schools, from Norwood to Eynesbury, I haven't felt completely at school with Eynesbury. Its a very entertaining place and all, and I can easily study now, better than ever, BUT it despite having the feel of school, because of its lack of 'rules' I guess, school is enjoyable. Now, I don't know about you guys, but I treated school with disdain for my previous years in the education system. I went to school, studied, and went home. The routine drove me up-the-wall. The uniforms were quite comfortable, but still stuffy. The school grounds were dodgy, and the fact I had to stay there, even during lunchtimes slightly killed me.
But as I moved to Eynesbury, where I work in a free environment, I honestly feel like what they tell me; A pre-uni school. I'm allowed to leave, if I don't have anymore lessons, I can spend my frees however I want, which is usually studying, but being in town has its perks.
I guess, that moving schools, and environments has made school much more enjoyable. That being said, my penchant for procrastinating whenever possible still stands.

Also, who actually reads my blogs ? Please tell me at school... I really only write them so me and Elisha and perhaps another few people outside of school can see my daily exploits, and laugh. I just want to get a rough estimate on who I actually hook onto the procrastination train. Ahh, I enjoy being a douchebag.

What happened to fairies and unicorns?

Sitting in economics class once again, with the teacher rambling on about the world's troubles, once again, I decided to ask him is the world that bad?
Is there no good in people?
Do people only look out for themselves, like they say in movies and not fairytales?

His response: Everyone is greedy, only cares about themselves. His motto, which he coined from I-forget-his-name, 'There is no such thing as a free lunch'. I found this very distressing, as I believed there was good in the world, just like I did when I was little.

Obviously this isn't the case, as there is good in the world, but that doesn't change the fact the world is a greatly selfish bastards. Now, being right-wing politics, I seem fine with letting everyone go about their business in not having to deal with everyone else's problems, but I decided to think of this from a different point of view, and I can see why people would be upset with people not caring about their problems.
Now obviously, this doesn't mean we need to radically change our perceptions of people, in which we believe the best in everyone, and assist in anyway possible. We don't really have to change too much, but a bit more awareness could be kind.

Although, my teacher did go on to say that those who don't care are much more aligned to earning a better income, and this instantly changed my opinion back to its natural course.

Still, I want peace, because in peace comes fairies and unicorns. And who doesn't want a unicorn ?

chatspeak

chat-talk, chatspeak, chat-whatever.. I don't particularly like it, and so do alot of people.

I guess, I am fine with the standard 'lol' and the variations 'lmao' and 'rofl' with added F for 'lmfao', and then I guess I am fine with the 'gtg' and 'cya' to an extent, as well as meh.
But overuse of these, or finding some new, difficult acronyms does get confusing.

Example: I read in the paper that 'lmao' meant 'In my arrogant opinion'. Lost in translation?

Now, by overuse, i mean something like 'LOLOLOLOLOLOLOL'. Everyone can accept 'HAHAHAHA' but the excessive LOL's? I have someone already bitching about it to whoever can hear.
Now, overuse can also lead to people developing new methods of saying the acronyms, or trying to shorten it further, such as 'lawl' which is longer than the original 'lol', or 'ceebs' for 'cbf'. Now, I hate using cbf, and it just annoys me whenever people say it because usually it is accompanied with 'work' 'life' 'you anymore' 'ACTUAL (cbf)'...
I find these greatly irritating, as well as everyone that has to read the same thing, day in, day out by the same people. 'Ceebs' is even more annoying, because I've had people telling me in person, 'ceebs'. Now, not only is 'ceebs' longer than its counterpart, but you can just tell that they actually are lazy assholes that they can't even finish an acronym for being lazy.

Now creating new ones really goes entirely to the 12-13 year olds. That's usually where it starts out being played, and I swear my sister told me gta or something means something weird. MAKING NEW ACRONYMS JUST STUFFS UP WITH EVERYONE!

This is commonly seen through texting, as well as IM .. now, people can accept why someone would need to use them for texting, it just makes it overall quicker, but when its on a keyboard, on IM, chatspeaking the entire sentence, which means leaving out ALL vowels, except for the ones needed in the acronyms really does make babies cry. While talking in person with someone, it should not be acceptable under any circumstance.
I'm a fan for just using the normal ones, as stated before.

Randoms

I sit there, on facebook trying to figure out how I know this person. I soon give up, accept and then post on their wall asking if I knew them.
'LOL, naaaaw, random add, hru ?'

My gosh, I hate chatspeak. But that isn' t the problem, the people who add randoms though, or at least sit there searching for randoms, if not myspace, facebook, the forgotten bebo, or even here on my blog, THEY ARE ANNOYING!

Let us start with a friend of mine. No one likes him, yet he seems to command a great number of friends, well at least according to his facebook, which he frequently reminds me of. I always thought he was just boasting as usual, until the figures started to show. He was close to my number, which is surprising for a guy that no one really likes, but acknowledges his existence. I go to his facebook to post on his wall about it, wondering why, when all of a sudden a pretty girl's picture catches my eye. Now this guy, is not the sharpest tool in the shed, or the prettiest, but he still knows a pretty girl when he sees one, as do I. I sit there and wonder how he managed to befriend her at all, when I see he has replied to her post. Instead of reading her post, I decided to facebook stalk his, seeing as I had nothing better to do than a shitload of quizzes, go find something to do.
'haha, no just a random add, that cool ?' - his reply.
I know his secret now. I feel betrayed that he would boast to me about how much better he was than me, which I could accept if he knew all these people. But it seems he has been, for at least the last few weeks, adding random girls.
I then proceeded to learn that he webcammed with a friend of mine's cousin and proceeded to strip infront of her, which was funny enough, if she didn't record it and send it around. Needless to say, he has returned to his position at the bottom of the social foodchain.

First, lets establish what a random is:
A person you have not met in person before, being a person you have only communicated with over the internet.

A random 'adder' (not the snake):
A person who frequently adds random people over social networking sites.

Now, the randoms I accept, and will converse with irregularly:

• Friends of friends, who want to get to know me/you/person, because of the similar acquaintance.
• If they have so many mutual friends with me, that they could probably feign knowing me.
• Those people you can't remember, but they swear they know you from primary school ? but I guess they aren't randoms then... but still, well I guess we can fit them in.
• And as all guys will accept a hot girl if she adds first.
• I forget I added them.
  

These are just some examples of the ones I accept.

Now onto some of the reasons why people add randoms.

• They have no friends
• They are desperate to meet girls/guys (RANDOM ADDING CAN GO BOTH WAYS)
  
• They are trying to boast numbers in friends
• Desperate

Now, this is all fine and all, as long as randoms don't talk to me, and after a good week or so, I quietly delete them, if I remember. But when randoms talk to me, as in PROPER randoms, the ones you have no idea who they are, and vice versa, it gets annoying.
Firstly, I am for meeting people in person before stabilizing a good internet relationship with them. This allows them to get a first impression of me, and develop their opinion from there. And don't lie, everyone judges initially.
Through the internet however, if the person is a proper random, and doesn't even have any knowledge of me/you/person, then they can be extraordinarily judgmental, as well as basically looking like an idiot.

Example: Friend got spammed by a random, who thought she was hot, when in reality, her pictures flatter her true beauty... and by this I mean she wasn't very nice.

All these things contribute to adding randoms, but why is it annoying ?

Well, simply, some people enjoy it, most don't. I am writing from the 'most' point of view. People can be deceptive through the internet, and since first impressions are usually important for friendships, through the use of the computer screen and not face-to-face, personalities and such can be altered. Also, who wants a random / creep roaming around on their profiles ?

Baptism

After a tireless night of writing blogs, I am restless and continue to dance around in my sleep. All of a sudden, I emerge from my sleepy status. I look around me, to an new, but familiar-looking room. I proceed to exit this new bedroom, into what appears to be an apartment. I check the letters on the table, all addressed to me. I search through the numbers in the home-phone contact list, and come across my house's existing phone number, as well as this new apartments. I appeared to have moved out from under the controlling reign of my parents. I look outside the window to see my apartment situated inside the CBD, overlooking other buildings. From here, I can tell how close I am to school.
*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK* goes the door. I make haste towards the door way, which seems so oddly far away for an apartment, till I realised it was sort of a loft. I open the door, and there before me stands the most beautiful girl I've ever seen, yet her face is surrounded in light so I can't see, but the sheer glee I get from seeing it probably means she is HAWT stuff.
'Stupidface!' - she says to me, quickly pushing me aside and rushing inside. 'Here's your breakfast, I made enough for both of us'.
I stand at the door, astounded, still trying to come to terms with this sudden change in area codes, as well as hawt girls entering my own premises in the early morning, with me shirtless, which is never the case, as I would usually be bottomless.
I watch her set across the apartment like she has been there frequently. I listen to her ramblings, and with my quick deductive senses manage to intercept knowledge of her living down a couple of rooms. She walks out onto the veranda I didn't know I had, and quickly calls 'Charizard'.
A great majestic beast flies from the sky to land on my veranda. I was completely astounded he fit on it. It looked quite weak. So I look from apartment, to hot girl on the veranda with my Charizard, accepting that this is the true reality as it is, and the life with my parents, yet fun and harsh, could not be as true as what I was living now. HAWT girl comes over and gives me a seductive kiss on the lips, telling me to go eat my breakfast.
All of a sudden, the hot girl turns to the TV and switches to Hannah Montana. 'Oh I love this episode, its the one where they talk about twilight. OH GOSH, I SO HAVE TO GO TELL MY GALFRIENDS THIS, EDWARD CULLEN IS SOO HAWT!' - She says, squealing in glee. I freeze. There is no way I would date someone that squeals about Hannah Montana and creams over Edward Cullen. I look at Charizard, as I start to see the space around distort. HAWT girl and Charizard appear to be moving away from me. I reach out, and try to hold on, but Charizard is already to far away. I am too depressed to even think about looking at the hot girl.

BEEP BEEP. I wake up, for real this time. It reads 9:30. I distinctly remember waking up two hours prior to my nightmare. 'WAKE UP, STUPID FACE!! ITS YOUR BAPTISM TODAY!' - Mum yells. I imagine the charizard flying around me, and the girl NOT obsessed with tween habits.
I reluctantly get out of bed, and go to the shower.
It seems again, like the rest of the family decided to take a shower when I took one, and like always, the water system favours the other bathrooms over mine, as I got dumped with the super cold water, on the super hot dial. This did not bother me however, as today I was getting baptised. Not even the fact I felt like death, or at least death x 2, could stop my eternal joy.
After my cold shower, I notice that through my sickness, I have forgotten to shave, as I gather my shaving tools and proceed to what would usually be shaving flawlessly, as I have quite smooth skin. I cut myself. Twice. On both pimples. I have two pimples. This is going to be a bad day.
After rushing out to go stick my L's on the car, and drive my mum to church, she kindly informs me that she has gotten me a present, in celebration for my baptism, and will give it to me later.
This provides me the joy in which I had before the horror shower.
This however, was hampered by my whatever sickness cloud I have been under throughout the whole week. But denied, it was not. Until I arrived at church.
I get to church, in my white buttoned shirt and black pants, instantly incurring the wrath of Stanley's judgment, who proceeded to pay me out greatly.

I sat there coughing, being picked on by the guys. Damn, why do I have to be the runt ?
After Stanley left, I went and sat next to Lan-Anh and proceeded to cough in her direction to annoy her until the service started, and after dozing off for a good what seems to be 40min, it was my time to shine!
I, and all the other baptism students, proceeded to leave the hall, to go to the the room over, to prepare to have our heads shoved under water.
As always, me and the guys enjoy a good laugh before everything, and this was no exception. We joke around, and soon are reprimanded by the pastor, who then quickly ushers us into position, and sets off onstage, to stand next to the bath-thingoe thing.
As we are standing onstage, cameras flicks and flashes all-around us, with the pastor standing in the water speaking in his deep voice; I, as well as the rest of the 9 people, stand there nervously until my turn. I watch 5 people go ahead of me, getting into the water, speaking softly and then proceeded to get dunked into the water.
All of a sudden, its my turn; and I feel the pressure mount. I am asked the same questions, and then dunked under the water, which seemed to go for an eternity. I am fair sure my pastor held my head under water longer because I have been a no show at church for the past few weeks, but that is besides the point. I rush off the stage, to change into a new set of clothes, and quickly proceeding back to the hall, where I am again called up onto the stage, and then told that we are to make a speech. I, having not been at church for the last few weeks, did not prepare for this. Luckily for me, I got on stage near the front of the group, and the pastor started the speeches from the opposite end. This did not help me at all, as I proceeded to do what I always do in these situations, make a joke, and pay out my mum. There was my speech.
I still did better than most, and received my gift for the baptism, which was dodge-ily wrapped, so that the present was protruding out from it. Eager to know what my present was, I took a look. It appeared to be wrapping paper. My friends laughed at me, until one told me it was a poster. This made me feel no better, although I did get a cool necklace with it.

This was one highlight of my sunday, and a boring one at that.

I have a dilemma

As stated in previous blogs, I have seemingly surrounded myself with self-centered, dominating women. This stems from childhood, as my older and younger sister and mum have controlled me.
This then prevents weaker personalities from approaching me, notably women. I'm so lucky Steve didn't falter under the intense pressure of these strong women, or my maths flirts would have to wait for someone else.
But there is the problem, whereas I enjoy the intimate company of the more, nice, kind women, I appear to have a target on my back for those who look to control men. Women who enjoy having multiple boys slave themselves. And thanks to my inferior height, I have surrounded myself with boys much larger than I, which is coupled with a large number of girls who are acquainted themselves with me. No wonder only guys hit on me. In this month alone, I've been hit on, and subsequently hit on at least enough for a boy a day. I wish to at least bring girls on the same level as this alarming statistic.
My extreme openness when it comes to the opposite sex, enabling me to connect greater than the awkward man-child teen, would also frighten those who link me to feelings of romantic nature. Most girls deal with me in similar fashion, violently. Others appear to be obsessed with how awesomely awesome I am. Others obsess over my physical beauty, mistaking my HAWTness for cuteness.
Others just enjoy my humour, and then there are the few that enjoy me for my 'personality', in all its evil. Most probably I am thought of romantically by all girls, and many guys, yet you choose to ignore your feelings. Just know, I am too cool for school!!

Why parents love me.

I stand there, in the living room, as a large number of adult fobs come in to greet my parents. They take one look at me, and fall into ecstatic glee. They swarm me, asking me questions. They tell me about how big I'm getting, and they aren't kidding. But compared to their 4ft statures, even my 5"3 frame is giant. My parents watch in silent pride as the adults fall in love with me. I'm a natural, lovable child. I can see in their eyes they are already planning to have me meet their daughters, however young or old they are. Its unavoidable. Parents love me.

This has been the story throughout my childhood. Everyone has seemed to have met me when I was a baby, everyone seems to adore my childish laugh, looks, and demeanour. All adults enjoy the fact I can string some words in Vietnamese together, albeitly badly. Adults enjoy how I seem shy around them, not talking much, how I have two sisters who probably taught me manners. Good social parents, as everyone thinks my dad is awesome because he is a teacher, and since my sisters are smart, then I have to be.
Parents see my good hot looks, often mistaking it for cuteness, but that doesn't matter. They attempt to convince their daughters that I am a good kid to go with, but that's where the problem starts.
Daughters, in the prime of the teen years wouldn't mind taking the good kid out, but much rather the bad boy. Good class clown is great, and everyone loves him, but that's it. Everyone loves him. You cross him, you cross everyone. Also, because teens love to rebel, and going for the parents favourite is not cool. Girls say they love the good boy, but everyone knows they fancy a streak on the bad side. And for those girls that love a good boy, the cheekiness I possess seems enough to condemn me. I am left stranded, only adored by everyone, and not loved by someone. Adored by parents and friends, but am left stranded with my pictures of Hermione.
This is the curse I hold, for being this good at what I do.

Scroll back to why parents love me.
I'm a loveable child, obviously intellectual, judging by my school, and aspirations. My parents are respectable members of the community, as well as teachers. I show respect when greeting elders, something unheard of in this generation.
In this blog alone, I appear to have a commanding presence over english. Height is not an issue here, as I am still taller than them. Not too mention, their young daughters have been desperately searching for a boy, and they have found a respectable young gentleman who can easily keep care of them.
To the daughters, they find the cynical, egotistic, self-centered, narcissistic retard with an obsession with pokemon, and appears to attract quite vicious women, seemingly the young King of Procrastination. And they love him. His refreshing sarcasm and subtle demeanour which is used to insult them on various occasions. His lightning quick mouth which is used quite often, as well as his impressionable heart, which is easily broken. He can stay quiet, and enjoys great music, and quite opinionated with a few topics. All these culminate in one thing. The brother card. The friend card. So close, we are family. This is the case, in everything. For those who look at him romantically, are often frightened off by his friendly, yet cold misdemeanour, and his quite scary friends. This has been the story of Minh Chau Tran, from childhood.
The parents see a future, and the daughters see the present, Minh Chau sees no one.

I hate Miley Cyrus.

Spurned by my last blog, I decided that I would have to write a blog about my hate for Miley Cyrus.

It started with my sister wasting my bandwith watching this man-in-disguise's TV show on youtube. Now I don't know about you guys, but I'm fair sure she is manlier than me.
Now I find her disgusting, and appalling, but I do alot of people. The fact she is paraded infront of us is just mean. But that is not where my hate lies. The fact she thinks she is a good girl, while skanking around does though.
If that doesn't annoy me eternally enough, her singing is horrible, but yet she is a world wide talent. I find this endlessly frustrating.
Generally, I find her a person who gets money thrown at her for being talentless ugly moron, which is fine, but then she has to be emo-like on top of that, and with my great hate of emos, that is the final, final straw.

um, yeah.. why I hate Miley Cyrus

Music, or what should be declared as music.

For centuries, music has been used as a form of entertainment in which individuals may use to express emotions. This has transcended throughout the generations, into seperate genres in which music has formed today. As what once was music, is now named under classical music. But today's modern society, in which we embrace the modern music of RnB, Rock(n' Roll for you guys that needed me to say it), Soul, etc. Even metal can get a mention. All these are factored under music. This is normal. Common Sense. But there is an anomaly, a virus. Something that shouldn't be. And it is not one, but two seperate problems. One, is called Rap. The other, Screamo.... Trance too.

Firstly onto Rap. Now, hardly any rap is acceptable, with the minor occasional rap, mixed with different genres pleasing. But it stops there. Rap is a virus to what I call music. I don't see how it works in anyway as music. The sheer language used makes me cringe in horror, as well as the music accompanied by it, which is generally horror.
Now, some may say I'm being harsh, but as all you aspiring rappers out there should know, rappers aren't too fussed on the literacy. I've been forced to listen to rap before, and If I wanted to someone create verbal diarrhea, then I would watch Hannah Montana. Ew, Miley Cyrus, another virus to the music community, but we would get onto that later.
Now, Rap includes plentiful of derogative language. Some of the reasons why sexism is still alive is that the government allows people to create rap. Even me, a sexist pig am astounded by how sexist they are. What brave men they are!
But seriously, at what once was subtle - large hinting of the 'S' word, rap either uses it greatly, or switches it with many swear words, in which they are generally used so people can talk about how 'big' they are. Rap involves a great amount of crime, as 'rappers' who have a decent criminal record are good! Also, rap in general, if anyone bothers to listen to the lyrics, has a great amount of violence, and talks alot about how they enjoy sex (with women, I guess, as its usually men).
Now, I don't know about you guys, but I think they need to overcompensate, by planning the dickhead bad guy. I find this bad guy act, taking it far too far.
And notice how the majority of people who make rap, or at least what they call good, are black people, and then followed up by the shitty white guys, and the majority of people who listen to rap are 12+ white and black kids, all being groomed into sex-deprived boys at young tender ages talking about how they want to go and 'eff' people up. I find this extremely stupid. Also, white mumma's boy who rebels through rap? YOU ARE A FAG!
Wogs who listen to rap, and think they are fully sick? YOU ARE A MASSIVE FAG
Black people who listen to rap? YOU GUYS ARE ETERNALLY AWESOME! UNLESS YOU ARE A COCONUT!!
Basically, I find rap stupid

So, if you've been keeping up, so far I've made links from rap to sex, crime and the need to compensate through these things.

Now onto Screamo.
First off, I enjoy screaming as much as the next person, at the right circumstance. In a moshpit, with another thousand crying teens at the next Spice Girls concert, of course. But, to scream, and bang instruments, and then call it music, is horrendous. Its like when I saw Kane and Justine for the first time as a couple. Disgusting. Its just a stupid idea, and shouldn't be seen outside the comfort of nothing. At least rap you can at least understand half the lyrics to criticize. From screamo, as well as a number of different genres, which are relatively alright, spurn goths, and emos. Now I'm not saying being a goth or emo is bad, but being a financially priveleged white kid who thinks the world hates them and has a tantrum because their parents didn't buy them a BMW like the rest of their group, and then rebelling by dressing in black, calling it fashion and then mutilating their faces and calling that hawt stuff, gets a simple remark from me. You enjoy the intimate company of little boys in the dark.
But seriously, has anyone noticed the majority of 'cut myself' emos, are white kids who are rebelling, because the world is against them, everyone hates them, including themselves, when in reality most of the world don't know them, the rest of the world that do scorn them because of what they do as a emo, and as for hating themselves, get over yourselves. If you are more egotistic than me, then there is something wrong with you. If you are more self-centered than Kane, then you are already gone. I admit, Scene chicks are fair hot sometimes, but as soon as the piercings come out to play, I will have something to say.
Um, I'm going off topic again.

Okay, other notable conflictions in what I call music, and music. I don't like metal, in general, but I accept most of it. I enjoy country, but wouldn't seek it. Jazz, Blues, Classical, I can accept. Trance is just stupid. Techno, meh.
Onto artists. Right now, I can say I despise Miley Cyrus. If I wanted someone to spam my radio with crappy songs, I would listen to Rap and Screamo, but as those are shit, I choose to change stations. She seriously sounds more like a man than I do.

Generally, I enjoy music, greatly. Or what I declare music.

Dancing by yourself is awesome

I spun, twisted and turned my arms around in successive motions. I appeared to commit heavily to many actions, often appearing to almost trip on many occasions. At one point, I begin moving statically, and singing quite loudly. It was obvious, it was interesting, it was perfect. I was dancing



As I am quite a jumpy person at the best of times, I happen to spontaneously start dancing. This begins with me singing to myself, often whatever awesome song I currently have stuck in my head, like now its Closer to Insomnia - Ne-yo VS Craig David. This song allows me great dancing moves, and I do pull out the crazy stunts.

As I was saying, as I often crack out my own style of dancing, which I have aptly named, 'tarding, which is short for REtarding, is a series of many arm movements, as well as clumsy footwork. The end-product is quite amazing. But, only because I use this particular style of dancing.

um, where was I up to? . . . .me being awesome at dancing, ra ra ra ra, oh yes, this blog is about dancing by yourself. I myself am fine with it. I find it awesome, and especially when dancing by yourself at a party, which may even initiate the whole dancing part of the evening. As the initiator of the dancer, you are the first on the dancefloor, and the last off. You are also the most rowdy of the pack. This is the responsibility that comes with being the first to begin dancing.

So in a sense, being a lone dancer, or dancing by yourself is simply a person who is initiating the dancing in their own particular group. As dancing is related to fun, this person would be related towards the initiation of fun, and therefore awesome. Even if others don't dance, everyone still will remember your antics. This is not to be underestimated. To leave a lasting good impression is vital to be awesome at all times.

If put into an equation, it would look like this



Lone Person + Dancing --> Encouragement for friends --> HAPPINESS



This my friends, is a reason why I am awesome. I am a great initiator in dancing, as I appear to have no shame.

Now, dancing by yourself is an awesome thing, but this can not be abused. Dancing too much by yourself is awkward. Dancing can only be used in social gatherings, or between close friends, with the addition of music. Dancing in public, with an acquaintance of some kind is border-line fine. But dancing alone, with no friends, in public is going too far. This should not be done, if any awesomeness is to be retained. In this instance, you will leave a 'weird' impression, and that sometimes relates to awesome, such as what I can achieve, but very rarily is able to pull off greatly.
Now dancing alone for long periods of time in general, is not recommended. This again, merits the weird card. It should be noted that dancing alone is only when trying to initiate, show off, or embarrass someone. It can also be used in the confines of your own house, but any other lone dancing of any kind is prohibited.


(I here decided that I would include other dancing situations)
This is not the only thing though, there is also dancing in groups and with partners.



Dancing in groups shall be noted, there will always be the overachiever of the group, who would usually be the initiator. As such, they are the ones who commit the most to dancing, and let go of the most shame. They combine with other members of the group, to perform particular dance moves that require multiple members. This type of dancing is the most popular, as it removes any fear of being caught out, and is quite likely to be noticed by potential scopers. For guys, dancing in large groups of other men, is more intimidating for girls to approach. Likewise for guys, with large packs of girls. Therefore, the groups must be fairly spaced, and with a good ratio of guys to girls, or dancing in space is recommended.

When it comes to dancing in pairs, it is essential to be dancing in a more sensual method, if with the opposite sex, or with girl-girl. This is rather provacative for men!! Teehee, when guy-guy dance together, they have to dance big. Large, cool styles of dancing to impress the opposite sex. This rewards with awesome points.
Now when guy - girl are dancing, it is important, that if this would lead to anything further, because I really see no reason why a guy would be dancing with a relative, unless at a wedding, to get as close as possible.


How did this turn from an innocent 'dancing by yourself is awesome' to me teaching you guys how to dance in different manners, with provacative meanings behind it?

My first day back from school

After my latest bout of 'headaches' on Monday, I again, made the long journey back to the place I call school. Now I actually enjoy school, and being in town all day has its perks, but today was one of those days again.

*random song*
I wake up in the morning, check my alarm clock. 6:45AM. This is bad, considering my first alarm was to go off at 6:30 and I must've woken up during the second which began at 6:45. I quickly hard-assed it out of bed, again searching for my pants, who always go missing at important moments.
I hit the showers, streaking my hands through my rather long hair (well, long for me)
I was beginning to resemble Elvis's hair style. I hate Elvis's hair style. My mahogany hair endured the downpour of my shower.
I exit the shower, to see my mess of what I assume was my hair. I was supposed to style this, without using any products because I hate them. I knew that my extra time in the shower may come back to bite me in the ass, as doing my hair takes ages.
As I finished, exited the shower and found all my books which I handily gathered the night before, so I wouldn't have to find them the following day, I began to find a large number of random objects in my bag from my experience down 'Holiday Road'. Shuffling them out, I am forced to go find all my clothes, which I had not prepared the night before.
Still, I manage to do this quickly, checking the clock, which now reads 7:15. 'Doesn't the bus come at 7:15 ? Why am I catching the early, early bus again ? Oh yeah, because I'm excited for school... Damn me' - I think towards myself.
Believing I missed the early early bus, I proceeded to have breakfast before school. A feat I have not achieved for a millennium. After hard-assing the leftover pasta down, and grabbing the first umbrella, I was at the bus stop in less than 2 minutes. There were already 3 other patrons. 'This was good, this means the bus was coming soon' - I thought to myself, standing in my familiar 'Cool Guy Pose' so if any passerbyers were to glance, they would believe that I was awesome. This was accompanied by the large umbrella I had, because my stupid sister stole my other, because she broke her first one. That year 10 from school was already there, in all his blonde, fat glory.
The bus came shortly after, a bit earlier than I had expected, but this was by far no disadvantage towards myself. Time was 7:25.

I sat on the bus, reading articles on my phone, finding a funny one about a porn store, but we won't get into that.
After exiting the bus, I looked up to the familiar sight of Currie Street, with the daily walk to school only a mere 2 songs away. I look down to see the blonde year 10 already silently sneaking away from me. He was a good 10m in front of me. I was not about to let him beat me to school. Catching up to him quickly, we proceeded to take our turn down Topham Mall, but as always, I turn left instead of going the regulation straight towards Pirie Street.. or Waymouth.. I always get them mixed.
Back to the story, I instantly realise my turn was a mistake, as I was caught behind two men in suits. Fit men, who you would think would walk faster. I could hear fat blonde year 10 kid's giggling at his sudden luck. But I was not about to be beaten. After maneuvering out from behind them, I walked down the familiar side street, swinging my umbrella around in my glee at the idea that the traffic light would prevent fat kid from arriving at school before me. Suddenly, I was struck with a wave of traffic, stemming from, as I glanced to my right, THE RED LIGHT WHERE FAT KID WAS CROSSING!!

I was horrified, quickly maneuvering around the cars, to walk down past the ANZ building and hard-assing it down to Franklin Street. As always, I didn't run when I say hard-assed. I never run against this kid. Although he may not run, I respect the rules of unspoken competitions.

I arrive across the road from school, first time in over two weeks, to see fat blonde kid basically there. I stood there, stunned at this sudden turnaround of fates, and then my luck changes. I notice his pace is, well... of a fat guy's.. I could still make it. I rush across the road, with no traffic, as the road gods love me, and I reach the school just as he does. Only, he is not greeted by anyone, and I am greeted with three girls. I think it was my win. Although, the door is locked, so our small competition is voided. He walked off, and turned around the side of the school, with what I assumed to be for a small cry.

After socialising with the three girls for a few minutes, with Thu trying to jump me a few times, I notice fat guy had somehow entered the school. I pointed it out to my fellow year 11 colleagues, o how a year 10 got past us, silently infuriated I led myself to believe that he had gone for a cry instead of finding a new way in. I admit defeat here, as we waited for a teacher to arrive to allow us entry into the hollowed grounds of Eynesbury.

After being let in, and shuffling around a table on the ground floor, I began the delayed 'post-holiday' discussion, which I had been absent for the previous day. I talked about my horror holidays, and as friends started arriving to school, I began to acquaint myself with them once again. After being bossed around by Tammy, as I do, I realised the time. 8:25, 10min to class.
I quickly leg it to the elavators where I find Elisha and Sophie, with Sophie and I exchanging death looks, as we do. We said our pleasantries, and we all made our way to the hallway, waiting for psychology to begin, as we waited with friends before entering class... oh god, class again.

As we all sat down, Sophie stealing my seat next to Elisha, which silently infuriated me, and our general chatter died down to just me noising cheeky insults directed towards many members of our class, Jeannette silencing me quickly. She began explaining what the lesson was about. Emotions, and how they affect us. She then ordered us to write a paragraph on a moment of emotion that we had recently. As I'm evil, and I don't have any memories of emotions, I chose to do when I giggled heavily to Good News Week the night prior. On Good News Week, at which point I was watching, the racial slurs were out, and the sexism was at large, which is my forte.
As the words translated on the page, just like now, I began to laugh at what I wrote, just like now, because I'm awesome. I promptly showed Shay and Elisha my results, who agreed with me on the funny nature of my writing. I then proceeded to sing to myself for the remainder of the task time, before Jeanette asked us what sort of emotions followed with our paragraph.
Half the class had sad, bitter negative emotions, which showed quite heavily. I, on the otherhand, seemed to be the sole provider of all that is good. So much for me being evil!!
As the whiteboard began to pile up with different sorts of feelings, behaviours and physiological affects, I began to get bored and again sat there making rude gestures to Lee, who didn't seem to notice.

After the excruciating discussion, in which I managed to earn many places on the whiteboard in suggestions, with the best being 'Rolling on the Floor, laughing', or ROFL for short... although Jeannette didn't write ROFL... she is gay. We began to get into the guts of the lesson, which was about Love.

Now, for those that know me, we all know that everyone loves me, and I love everyone, except you.
This however, is contrasted by my intensive cynical nature, as I believe, as teens, we know nothing about love, and we should stop pretending ourselves, and whatever we are feeling is just lust.
But yet, I am forced to watch a dodgy video on love, which I chose to translate to 'Lets pay them out for all the awkward things they say on there'. This was time well-spent.
After pausing multiple times, one of my classmates decides to mention her distaste in public affection. This is a big issue at school, as many couples just fall short of dry-humping each other, except a few, who go much further than this.
As my neighbour of this particular lesson, Lee, happens to be one of these people, I decided it would be perfect to sit there and make jibes at him for the rest of class, or until the break, which came shortly after as my teacher had had enough of me interrupting the class for a giggle.

Our break was boring... that was about it.. I did try and pin a public affection attack on Mish and Josh but Josh wasn't budging and calling Mish a slut on its own lost its effect a while ago. The other funny thing was Sophie stating someone else had a big nose, and then subsequently calling herself a bitch.

The rest of the break, and psych lesson were fairly boring, with me dragging the distraction and procrastion on my back alone, while still managing to contribute to the class more than everyone combined.

As we moved from Pyschology to Mentor, which today was about subject selection, I again sat with the asians, as well as Phoebe and Steph, who are awesome, but not as awesome as me.
From there, we embarked on 2 hours of discussions on what subjects we should do next year, mainly centering around what english, or maths, and I came out of the experience none the wiser.

For lunch, it was a mess. I provided my own lunch for the day, some more pasta!!
This however was not to be eaten so easily, after being dragged around by Linda firstly to get some fried rice.
We arrived back to level two, to find Bianca, Natalie and Chai-Hoon, who were gossiping about boys, and did not seem to mind my being there. I don't know how to take this, but I know its badly.
After being left out with Chai-Hoon and Linda by the Rachael, Natalie and Bianca, they began to question me about boys.
Natalie believed staunchly that when boys say one thing, they mean another. I was dumbfounded. I thought she was quite stupid, as if anything, that is all girls do. We argued about this, and multiple other things for the rest of the lunch, in which we planned to argue further in Chemistry.

As we arrived in Chemistry, we were surprised with a formative test, which we did for the majority of the lesson. This was boring. I was called by my sister, who acts all high and mighty towards me but argues that she doesn't, and then texted, reminding me to immediately go home after school to look after Dad who had eye surgery in the morning, which I already knew.

The rest of class went excruciatingly slow, and as I legged it to the bus stop, I realised for the first time, that they had changed the bus time slots. This was very nice, as a hot asian girl got on my new bus!!

I spend a large amount on the bus, reading articles again.
I arrived home, ready to have to drive my dad to the post office, running around in the rain because I had to. My dad didn't care.
After some expert driving skills, I arrived to the post office, and after some sucking up to dad, I earned some money for a haircut, to which I drove to, illegally, as I'm still on my L's.. but I don't care, because my hair is above the law.

After the haircut, while listening to Hamish and Andy, who are funnerz, I returned to the post office and waited a large amount of time, realising that I had a headache, and my body was sore, as well as I could feel a flu onset coming on. This said to me, 'go and explore... in the car', which i did. Which was fun because driving is fun, and I'm lots of fun. I arrived back at the post office, waiting for my parents to finish up with work, and I was still forced to wait, before Dad returned to the car, in which I wheeled it back home...
Now you would think it was a generally ordinary day, but when I arrived home, I was encountered with my little sister's bitchiness. I take this as a bad day now.

And this was my first day back at school... man I so thought this was going to be funnier, but its not, and that is gay.

My hate for small children

As close friends, friends, and bare acquaintances should know, I appear to have a great distaste for young children. This would stem from school, where it is the school policy to despise the grade under you. But my hate for kids goes deeper than this. Although i do love the ages between 0-5, the ages of 7-15 give me the absolute shits. This would stem from my reluctant job at the day care centre which my parents run. For years, every holidays I am forced to tag along and assist my parents in the care of these little kids. At the beginning, I was just another one of the kids, and had many friends around my age to create havoc with. Now, since I am much older and larger than these primary school counterparts. I have noticed that they manage to get in the smallest places, and hide alot. They enjoy annoying people, and will stop at nothing in their quest to not obey my orders. One kid, Tyson is so bad that I call him the devil. I have met a kid, Tommy, who at the age of 12 who is a bigger smartass then me. Then there is the last one, Henry. This kid is Tommy + Tyson. He is beyond annoying. He is out for my head.
But yes, this is where my hate for kids stems from.
I believe that kids, especially the younger ones cry extremely easily, as I already had to deal with two repeat offenders. They are able to annoy me when I'm in a good mood, which for me is still dangerously close to a foul mood.
One instance of this intense hate is as Peter loves to remind me, at church camp.
I was dealt with a young 13yo. This kid had a loose tongue, and simply assumed he knew everything. He seemed like a good kid, but you shouldn't be fooled. He undermined everyone and was generally irritating. His squeaky voice and noob-ness, as well as his slowness and his quick ability to fall asleep and proceed to snore ruined my camp. I had surrounded myself around the trust, the brotherhood, a good group of mid-to-late teens, who possessed an adequate amount of knowledge in many things, as well as able to be interested in what I was talking about. Enter this early tween, if we could call him this. He didn't have a good sense of humour, and was just nail to the chalkboard in my ear.
His brother was acceptable, as he could be considered 'in the brotherhood', but this kid was unbearable. My large distaste of this boy was not lost upon my friend's eyes, as I was quite blunt and obvious about how much little kids annoyed me.
This culminated to me shunning him in whatever room activity we had, which was alot, as I led most of them.
Another case is another boy at the vacation care. I have forgotten his name now, but boy did he annoy me. It was only for a day, but he really got under my skin.
I was sleeping in one of the private rooms as my mum forced to go earlier because no one else could take me. Enter the boy, who enters the room and sees me. Instead of closing the door politely, he stands there for a good while until leaving. He comes back later with a few other kids to watch me, as he giggled. I gave up sleeping and went to go look after kids.
As I watched them, I noticed he began stirring up some trivial trouble. Eager to exact vengeance, I gave him a scolding, nothing too harsh, a fair light scolding by any standards. Although, this kid was not to be denied. He stood there and listened, and as I left, I heard certain swear words, accompanied by derogative language leave his lips. I was not about to tolerate this from a little boy, who was not showing any respect towards the elder figures. So I went to my old threat of telling on them to my mother, who would definitely give them a more harsh scolding. He proceeded to tell my mother the biggest load of bullshit that even I have heard.
My mum didn't believe him, but still was annoyed at me as I was supposed to be looking after them, and if I scolded them anymore then he may not come back, and she was concerned about the money.
I would not allow such a child to use such language and show such disrespect for elders.
So at every chance I could, I drilled into him, with his constant swearing just feeding my ability to scold him. I reduced him to tears by the end of it, as I did not allow him to go play with friends when he definitely went too far by injuring another kid. By this point, I realised I went to far, but again did not care. I guess I could expect that sort of talking from a shitty white kid, who learns nothing, so you can knock him around abit, but from a good asian kid ? Did his parents not smack him around when he was little ? Did his parents not teach him to respect elders ? I still bow down towards elders.
And as such, I have not seen him since.

Many factors contribute towards my distaste towards little kids, but one thing is for sure. They are annoying, emotional, eternal suck-ups and generally are there to hate.

Why I will not get a girlfriend

i was discussing with my dear friend cher-lynne, bless the silly girl, when the topic of relationships came up, as they tend to do. I went on to rant about how I won't get a girlfriend. This is the rant, listed in numbers

1. I set the standard far too high, where a girl needs to be not a bitch, as well as incredibly good-looking.

2.I am quick to judge, although very quick to change opinion as well.I even call myself black-hearted

3.I'm very blunt, alot of the time. Even being more in-tune with girl's emotions, and how to deal with them, i still am very blunt when i am in a bad mood

4.my mood is very erratic. bi-polar even. i am the life of the party at one moment, and my tongue is as sharp as a ice-pick the next. known to completely snub people at points

5.i'm short, we all know it.

6.i'm not short enough. there is a point when someone is so short, its hot.. i grew past that when i was 5

7.i'm eternally dealt the little brother card.. when you have been given the little brother card, its hard to be viewed as a potential boyfriend, because its 'icky'.this can be compounded with the best friend card, as i seem to be closer than most guys with girls.. most guys rarely have two words with girls without some kind of sexual innuendo. i on the otherhand, seem perfectly fine with having a full conversation without staring at a girl's breast.

8.thanks to my actions with many guys, people think i'm gay... its not true.

9.i'm too protected.i have two girls i call mother, one who thinks no one is good enough for me, the other wanted me to be gay so i wouldn't like girls.also, i have three girls who must agree on a girl before she is allowed to become my girlfriend. they each have different tastes and i assume there is a small sample space of girls that would get through

10.i'm not protected enough. i get too close with girls, when there should be some degree of space

11.i seem to attract the feisty girls, mean, self-centered... manipulative.. some say its my endearing personality that folds under the cold eyes of a determined woman. i think its because of my stupid mouth rocketing off all the time. this means, i'm surrounded by scary girls... alot. very off-putting for all those potential girls that see my brilliance.

12.although being close to girls, i seem to have a way with the men.. too many men have touched me in places that would usually be shown in a porno... which would be shown to a classroom full of 12yo boys via mobile phone. and i spur them on...

13.i seem to have a preference, with girls needing to be shorter than me.. 'nuff said

14.my inability to be serious, unless threatened may be off-putting

15.i find joy in insulting couples that show too much public affection. which means, i'm not too keen on public affection

16.i would say because i'm too cocky, but that's more of a turn on, but i seem to have surrounded myself with equally as egotistic people, who portray their egotism in a less tasteful way.. off-putting again

17.i'm a christian. in this world where sex rules. at parties, i usually end up the sober one

18.i rely on an idiot for girl advice.. cher-lynne, i'm looking at you

19.i am usually too busy dealing with everyone else's dramas than to deal with whatever crisis i have going on. such as, at the moment, i should be doing my psychology assignment, and/or at the show chatting some girl up

20.i've lost the line between where i flirt and talk.. i did it too often.

21.i seem to have girlier features than a girl. i've been noted on hair, eyebrows, eyelashes,
etc.the fact i moisturize and have barely any facial hair, or hair on my arms and legs just drills in the point

22.i think i scare people off with my upbeatness.. and apparent obsession with pokemon, megan fox, hermione and facebook

23.my sisters are really mean to me.. very manipulative. if they find out i have a girlfriend, she is as good as dead

24.my sisters have brought me up thinking i'm a dud. i inturn, act like a dud

25.my sisters will be the death of me.. why bring someone close to me when i will die at the hands of those i call my siblings?

26.despite having awesome hair, personality, and just good-looking, i don't seem to work on it too hard.. girls get jealous when their men are so hawt!

27.i want to be a lawyer.... hahahahahaahhahahahhahahaha.... oh i'm serious?

28.very quick to give up.. its the personality..

29.i shoot out of the range of stereotypes, yet people still think i am one. people go for stereotypes, and criticize me for being stereotypical? i see hypocrisy

30.did i say that i have a sharp tongue? i use it against girls alot. me and yousif, no.1 and no.2 racists and sexists in eynesbury, yr 11.

31.i can keep up a good rant.. like now

32.i'm very observant, and very dull at the same time.. i can be extraordinarily dense, as well as extremely percieving when noticing girl's feelings.

33.i keep getting dealt the nerd card. i'm not smart people. just because i'm asian, and know how to do timetables past 12, and can churn out 1000word essays out of nowhere doesn't mean i'm smart.

34.i'm very dense when it comes to myself

35.i enjoy ridiculing people. especially wogs.. and bogans.. and recently women, and everything left-wing

36.i'm right wing

37.i never seem to be at parties. no potential girl to rape my face if i'm not there

38.as said before, i'm way too protected.. it needs three mentions to get it stuck in your head.. seriously protected

39.as said before, i'm very close with some girls... some may even percieve it as 'me having the hots for them'.at one point last year, a friend thought i liked 6 different girls at a time. even i don't know myself, how he came to this conclusion

40.being a guy, i can not tell the difference between love and lust, and if i like them, or i 'like' them.

41.did i mention how mean my sisters are?

42.i can't think of any more reasons........ i just want to continue the rant... see, this goes back to my other point about ranting.

43.i lose my temper quickly... but most guys just laugh.

44.i don't seem to lose my temper in the right times

45.sharp as my tongue is, i don't say things at the right times. when i should call a bitch a bitch, i call her a ho instead.

46.i seem to affect the mood on the people around me.. they know me as upbeat. i have a bad day, and everyone suffers. i am gone one day, and they all worry.. that can be daunting for a girl, seeing as if things end badly, that is a shitload of people you are going to piss off.
47.parents love me.. 'nuff said

48.i'm too casual with everyone.

49.i am not afraid to say what's on my mind. even if its just a pokemon

50.i get annoyed with people fast, as they get annoyed with me

51.always looking for something new. not very good when nailed down is it?

52.although i can be suprisingly committed, my closeness with boy guys, girls, pokemon and my computer provide a daunting task for any hopefuls

53.i find it hard remembering names. and i have pet names for lots of people. do girls like pet names?

54.i doubt i would get jealous when said girl is with another boy. that might be abit of a let down for girls.. on the otherhand, i might be overly jealous.. my motto is, if i'm going to do it, might as well do it right. or in this case, overkill it.

55.i have a group of girls i seem to idolizei call two mumhave set up a family tree involving about 5 girls in anothercall one mastercall one bossbasically a fair few people's bitch.

56.i am submissive, aggressive and assertive at the same time.

57. I've recently began treating girls as pillows.

58. Did I mention vanity ?

59. I currently have my hair in a small rats tail at the back. Everyone knows, a ratty is a turn off. Still have no idea why wogs can pull it off though, and how girls throw themselves at them. Maybe its the jerk factor, so if I act like a jerk then I could win some over.

60. I can count, apparently you guys say you want a smart guy, but we all know you want them whipped.

61. Did i mention i was already whipped?

62. Again, i'm a cynical, egotistical, narcissitic jackass. Or, a 'nice' guy.

63. I get caught in other things than pursuing girls

64. I have no wingman

65. i let kane try and give me relationship advice. Yes, he has a girlfriend, but I don't care.

66. Despite being a cheeky bugger, I somehow manage to be a momma's boy.

67. I often tell other guys who are much larger than me that I am going to rape them

68. I jump from childish to oldman-like in the matter of seconds.

69. heheheh 69, teehee, i have many run-ins with this number.

70. I aspire to be a billionaire playboy.

71. I sometimes dream to revisiting the time when sexism and feminism were not around.

72. I would rather play than work

73. I am the king of procrastination

74. I'm perfectly fine with holing up on the couch or bed instead of being out.

75. I can go for large amounts of time with no method of contact, even if I'm sitting on the computer, as I never check my phone when I'm at home.... well, never used to.

76. I have strict asian parents

77. My sisters would inevitably find out, and torture the poor girl

78. I enjoy shopping

79. I can hold a high falseto voice, or a girl's voice better than a different accent.

80. I'm a cheeky bastard, I like to play tricks, and will often pick guys over girls in trivial matters, despite the fact i openly shun the guy code of 'Bros before Hoes' in serious matters.

81. Guys shouldn't be hotter than their girlfriends.

82. I'm quite the convincing emo... wait, no girls love emos.. I ridicule emos to a large extent.

83. All girls my height are violent. I apparently like nice girls

84. Did i mention my amazing ability to attract the most self-centred, meanest girls around, and they whip me ?

85. I like the same music as girls do, if not girlier.

86. I can count, and spell.

87. I'm the life of the party.

88. I get into fights. Only play fights, but still get my ass handed to me

89. I wouldn't bet on myself winning in an arm-wrestle to a girl.

90. Currently bludging off my English essay to do this, meaning i'm bad at prioritising.

91. I can laugh at everything, including your face.

92. I'm abit too honest. See, when a girl asks if their butt looks big, I will tell them it looks big.

I can't think of anymore, for now.

At my finest

As I have made this AFTER my holidays, I will have to recount what happened during my holidays.. well, only the good bits.

End of Term 3
Panic, as I wait for the clock to strike 3:05. I'm sitting there awkwardly, somehow lying on Linh's lap, with my feet on a spare chair, staring at the clock at the back of the classroom, half-assedly listening to Craig's poem ramblings.
The clock hits 3:03, 'Okay, you lot, I will see you guys next term. Have a good holidays' - Craig shouts as everyone shuffles out the door, quickly. I breathe, thank you for your half-assedness, Craig.

Vacation Care Troubles
I sit there, anxiously in the car on the first Monday of the holidays, eager to see what new spawn come hither at the daycare centre. As I make my way inside to get to work, I pray to myself that a certain few kids weren't there. I look inside. 'Damnit, there here' - I whisper.
I walk inside quietly, and am instantly noticed and tackled by no less than 3 children. There are a few randoms, but they didn't mind getting in on the 'Lets beat up Chau' parade. Oh this was going to be a long holidays, and I was sure.

My First Free Day
After two solid days of working throughout the holidays, I finally had my first free day, on the Wednesday. I started off the day with a driving lesson, with my teacher and I talking a large amount, so much so that he seemed to miss how much I have improved since I last saw him.
After the lesson, I returned home to immediately leave to go to town, for a previous engagement with the ice-skating rink, and Tammy's 'O-Crew'.
Catching up with them in town, I was forced to wait with Tammy for Kent, who did not end up leaving but instead left his impression on us by making large observations towards the attractive opposite sex.
After we ditched Kent, we proceeded to go to the Ice-Skating rink, thanks to Anthony's manly driving.... and the fact he had a car.
Ice-skating was more or less the same stuff, us skating around being total 'artards.
Afterwards we returned to Tammy's for a barbecue, and a movie. We managed to waste alot of time, and get not that much done, but we did hassle a ice-cream truck.

My Week of Gossip Girl
After receiving the dvd's on the Monday night, I began to seriously watch some Gossip Girl. But as I only had the evenings to do it, it took longer than expected. The series enticed me greatly, as there were a lot of hot girls on there. Like, alot. I love the Queen Bee. As such, I finished seasons 1&2 on the Saturday afternoon, and began with the other shows that had peaked my interest. Firstly, I began Vampire Diaries, which only had 2-3 episodes before I was forced to stop due to no more episodes out. So I continued down to Glee, which I believed to be a large step away from the fairly 'chick-y' shows I had been watching, which were filled with romance. Although it lacked in the chick factor I hold so dear, it still gave me reason to love. And now, I have a large amount of Glee songs in my Itunes. This however, also did not last, so I turned my attention towards How I met your Mother, where there was a few new episodes from the new season, before I was forced to go to my old favourite, Smallville. As always, my beloved did not disappoint, and my obsession with Superman still prevails. I have now gotten into my 'Batman VS Superman: Who is cooler?' arguments then I can count. And for all you Batman lovers, Batman <3 Robin.
Now this was all done from the comfort of my 10inch laptop, with its small screen but big heart.
I spent the majority of my Saturday and Sunday lying on what I now call, the Comfort Couch.
The other half was spent holed up in my room, on my bed, hiding from civilisation. Overall, I spent 24 hours on each.

Phoebe's Birthday
After not being out in a large amount of time (only about a week and a day), I began to get desperate, but luckily for me I scored an invite to my friend's birthday. Planning to meet Cherie at 2:00 after telling her to meet me at 1:30, I stayed up rather late, and therefore also woke up late, waking up at 1:20. Thinking that I would finally be the one that would be late, I checked my messages to find one from her.
'Can we meet up at 2:30 instead? I'm finding it hard to get out of bed' - Cherie.
I thought of this as a good omen, meaning I had enough time to even do my hair, which evidently scored me a late ticket in arrival.
I arrive in town at about 2:40, calling and texting Cherie a great deal of times to settle where we would be meeting, as I was late. Finally as I am walking up Rundle Mall, I get a call from Cherie.
'Hello' - Cherie says groggily. 'Oh fuck, she is still asleep' I think, 'ITS FRICKING 2:40 AND SHE IS STILL ASLEEP'
I ponder how my accounting of her ability to be late for everything faltered, when she quickly realises the time and begins to reluctantly and slowly make her way around. I get her to hurry up, and hang up. She tells me she will be there at 3:15. Its 2:45, and I know it will take her atleast 20 minutes to get to town, and 20 minutes to get ready.
After that, I find Peter and the girl I would later find out to be Sharon in the Myer Foodcourt. I discover they bought Phoebe a PSP game, worth what they said was upwards of $300. As Peter and I talk, he keeps dropping hints for me to stay, not that I noticed, although I did pick up the vibe I am supposed to stay, but inevitably I leave to go eat Oporto.
3:15 hits, Cherie doesn't call, so I call her. I ask her about what kind of present to buy. She says rubik's cube. I proceed to Toys' R Us. After finding it in the space of 5 minutes, I again call Cherie to inform her I have found it, and that I am going to proceed purchasing it and whatnot.
She tells me not to, and to wait for her to arrive. Time, 3:20
Since the party had supposedly started at 3:15, but had been bumped up to 3:45, I began to worry. Knowing Cherie, she could've gotten to town in the space between 20-60 minute away.
I wait the excruciating amount of time, which turned out to be 15 minutes. Amazing, I tell her to come at 1:30, and she rocks up at 3:35.
As we are about to purchase the rubik's cube, Cherie stops me. She has indecision about buying it, and I didn't want to waste anymore time so I agree to go find a new present.
She comes up with a buzzer.. Not anything cool, but a buzzer. Her reasoning, 'Because she doesn't listen to conformities like me'
I was about to strangle her.
We again waste time as she decides to buy batteries, in the end I was the one to make the decision again, going to find the batteries, AA batteries, just like she tells me. After we leave the store, we are forced to go find a bag because Cherie wants a bag for the present. I break a bag, and we buy it. We then are forced to make a boost juice stop because Cherie believes that since we are already late, it is fine that we are a little later. I now begin to see why she sucks so bad.
We finally get to the meeting spot and everyone is waiting for us. I see Peter and we begin talking again, as he laughs about how crap Cherie is. I turn around to tell Cherie this. She is missing. She is back 50m talking to some random girl. Coupled with this girl's amazing ability to walk slower than a baby can crawl and her ability to be disctracted by the smallest things, I fear the worst. I rush back and physically push her fowards. We hit luck, as the others are forced to wait at the lights.
As we are walking, Cherie says 'He who must not be named is not here', obviously hinting towards a mutual friend of ours. But of course, as I am an avid MLIA-er, i quickly assume, and question 'Voldemort?'. Cherie's subsequent facial expression as well as laughter were priceless.
I quickly discard her again and catch up to Jacqui who I hadn't talked to for a large amount of time, and begin on a large conversation with her. I also talked abit to Raymond, but I still wondered why he was there.
We reach K-Box, and enter our room, as the other asians begin to choose their songs while I sit with Peter socialising. As Genial, Mel and Zoe had not arrived yet, we seemed fairly stuffed.
After about 30min of asian songs, picture-taking and a two girls that kept staring at me start shouting love statements towards me, Mel arrives, and soon after Genial. We begin to choose our songs, which entailed a large amount of mine and Peter's, which are AWESOME!!
Zoe arrived, back from her trip to Melbourne, minus the promised Krispy Kremes.
I gave her dirty looks for the rest of the night.
Raf and Vantha were the last to arrive, but by no means late.
After we finished up at K-Box, we begin our trip to the korean barbeque. I was quickly pulled aside by Cherie. She holds the batteries up to me, as well as the buzzer. 'The batteries don't FIT!!' she says.
'How not, you said AA and i got AA' - I launch back at her.
'Oh right, they were AAA' Cherie says...
*facepalm*
So I am forced to wait behind with her while she gets batteries, while Raf and Genial keep me company. Genial looked like a stick caught in a hail. So in a gentleman-like manner, Raf is forced to relinquish his jacket to her.
After catching up with the group, the leader group of Peter, Raymond, Sharon and Phoebe arrive at the restaurant first. We take our seats and begin to eat.
I am repeatedly complimented on how cute I am by two of Phoebe's friends. I found it slightly scary, but nothing I have not seen before.
I sit next to Peter, which was awesome, and across from Sharon and Phoebe.
Sharon states that we can cook for her and Phoebe, so Peter and I rush to grab the meat. We pack the grills with so much meat that would make a family proud. Trouble was, Peter stinks at cooking, and thinks everything is undercooked. I on the otherhand think everything was over-cooked. In the end, the girls cooked for us while we got food and threw random stuff.
At the end of the night though, after a good stoush of cards with the guys, Peter and I were forced to take a bus home, as everyone else apart from us were driving.
We talked, met Bus Dyke from Hell, and I arrived home, at 11:30 to be yelled at.
I did this the night after, and the night after that too.

I had an uneventful holidays.