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I'm horrible at these day meme things xD

2010-09-17T19:14:00.000-07:00

day 03| five concerts you wish you attended
I think I may have outgrown that part of me that makes me want to go to concerts. I can never be bothered anymore.
And there are no concerts that I wish I had attended.
Maybe Bloc Party when they came to NZ.
Wow this answer is dull I shall move on now.

day 04| four moments that changed your life
Moving to NZ is definitely one. It was horrible. I was all sulky and hated it. And I had no friends. NO FRIENDS. t_t
But thats okay now! I have friends and they're awesome. But still, moving to NZ makes me wonder if I would have been the same person if I had stayed in Fiji.

I probably would still have had ugly hair.

Lets see...meeting Michael would definitely be one. How corny of me, xD. I'm gonna stop here or people will throw up coz we're so damn ridiculously lame.

CUTTING MY HAIR.
It may not seem like a big deal, but when I cut my hair from that gross ponytail I used to have, I instantly felt prettier and now I guess I have more confidence to try and wear more pretty clothes.

And. Going to uni. CHANGED MY LIFE TO NEVER ENDING STRESS AND ASSIGNMENTS AND OH MY GOD I'M GONNA DIE.

day 05| something that makes you smile

Ummm. Chocolate. Has compounds similar to anandimide and marijuana. HAPPY.

day 06| someone who makes you really happy

That silly boy. xD

day 07| something that turns you on

Hmm. I don't know. So I shall ignore this. xD

day 2: How you feel about God and religion

2010-08-30T02:29:00.000-07:00

Does posting God quotes make you holier in the eyes of that superior deity of yours?

Every time I see a quote, I hate religion a bit more. You goddamned Christians. Yes, you are all damned. That's why all of you even do religion. Not because you want to be a better person, but because your religion constantly reminds you of the fact that when you die you will go to Hell. You follow a set of rules, go to Church every Sunday, say things like "Jesus is my saviour". And for what?

So you can go to Heaven?

You are not a better person than I am. Not a better person than anyone. You proudly state 'I'm a Christian!' like somehow that makes you superior to non-Christians. And that makes me hate you just a little bit more.

But you may say 'Oh, but religion actually does make me a better person!' Prove it. What have you done that is Godlike? Helped a poor person? Be there for someone when they needed it? I doubt it. You are seated on your arse, looking at quotes from a bible and that makes you Christian.

Would I be as holy if I quoted a paper back novel or a comic book? What is it about your Bible that makes it so special? "Oh it has the word of the Lord!'

It might not even be real.

All thats real is your failed Christianity.

Hello old blog : D

2010-07-04T00:22:00.000-07:00

Hello again blogspot! I haven't typed anything here in ages. Mainly because I've been preoccupied with other things. And mainly because I'm lazy. And mainly because I never have anything to write about.

You can't really have three 'mainly' reasons, can you? Oh well. I DEFY YOU LAWS OF GRAMMAR AND GOOD ENGLISH.

I still can't think of anything to write about so I stole this thing off Shelley's blog. It's one of those 'blog a day' meme things. I never knew where people got them from. I kind of just imagine them making them up as they go along.

Here we go!

day 01| belief specific to your childhood

When I was a child, I used to believe in God. I used to worry that I wouldn't get into heaven because I wasn't baptised and because I never went to Church. I honestly used to pray every night before I went to bed, which may be hard to believe now, since I am not the slightest bit religious. Praying wasn't an all out show, just me lying in my bed, hands clasped together and just thinking. I always imagined God sitting in the sky, peering down at me from the clouds and listening to me, kind of like Mufasa from the Lion King. I had conversations with Him. We just chilled out and I'd tell Him about my day, or the kids at school, or to protect me from some insurmountable evil that didn't exist, but I could just feel, in the form of boogey men and monsters.

I was always very polite when I prayed. I asked for things with 'please' and ended my prayers with 'thank you'. Still, despite my self imposed formality, praying for me was like talking to a friend. I guess thats why religion is so much easier to believe when you're a child. God wasn't this threatening force, who sets a million rules before you're allowed to enter Heaven. As a kid, I was pretty much guaranteed entry into heaven. Isn't it in the Bible somewhere? So I could just believe in Him, without the fear of punishment for something bad I did.

As a kid, God to me was a television grand-dad. I never really knew my grandparents well, as they didn't speak english. So to me, God was this cheery old man who was a blanket, protecting me and loving me regardless of what I did.

I don't believe in God anymore. Its not that I don't want to, its just because I can't. I feel silly praying these days, because I know they're just thoughts in my head I know no one else will hear hear. I am old enough to live without the protection of a security blanket. I know my praying hasn't really made a difference to anything. In a sad way, I feel I've outgrown God.

On a lighter note, I also used to believe that if I didn't run from the room when I pulled the plug from the bath, I would be sucked into the drain hole along with the bath water.

I still don't like the sound of draining water xD

And here are the rest of the questions so I don't forget : D

day 02| how you feel about god and religion
day 03| five concerts you wish you attended
day 04| four moments that changed your life
day 05| something that makes you smile
day 06| someone who makes you really happy
day 07| something that turns you on
day 08| favourite fruit
day 09| something you’re looking forward to
day 10| something you want to improve in your life
day 11| a non-academic book you plan to read in the next month
day 12| favourite article of clothing
day 13| a song to describe the weather or your current mood
day 14| favourite book you’ve read academically
day 15| a movie that makes you cry
day 16| something you’ve been putting off— and do it
day 17| a question you hate to be asked
day 18| describe a daily ritual
day 19| ten things you love about your body
day 20| pick something indulgent and treat yourself
day 21| describe your sleeping arrangements: bedding, stuffed animals, whatever
day 22| catharsis time— let something or someone go
day 23| something irrational that you think or do
day 24| pick an album and do nothing but listen to it- no multitasking allowed.
day 25| tell someone something you wouldn’t ordinarily share
day 26| put something in every single formspring on your dashboard
day 27| bake something and share it
day 28| call a grandparent or relative that isn’t expecting your voice
day 29| write a haiku or make a friendship bracelet or start a creative endeavor
day 30| reward yourself with something frivolous.
day 31| jump on a bandwagon just for today
day 32| photo of yourself at least ten years ago
day 33| list three things you want out of life that you are currently working towards
day 34| most current photo not taken on webcam (play around and dress up if you want!)
day 35| photo of your favorite body part
day 36| photo of one of your scars
day 37| take a flattering photo focusing on something you don’t feel is flattering.
day 38| list five things you’ve lost and wonder where they might be
day 39| most stimulating thing you’ve learned this week
day 40| a question about the world that you can’t figure out
day 41| favourite word
day 42| describe your best friend (or friends)
day 43| if you could tell your seven year old self anything, what would it be?
day 44| kill, bang, marry, chill of your choice
day 45| have you any superstitions?

random rambling

2010-04-06T03:17:00.000-07:00

indecisiveness like a river running, deep swelling, like arteries through the city. connecting beaches to factories, suburban neighbours, your favourite fishing spot for a tranquil sunday.

tell me what i'm supposed to do. should i make myself a raft, and float wherever the current takes me? should i tread carefully along the waters edge and make myself a home?

who am i when the water stops?

Why, hello there 2010 :]

2009-12-31T20:02:00.000-08:00

It's a new year now. And I am kind of sad, but kind of relieved to be leaving 2009 behind.

There have been heaps of failures, where things didn't go to plan, or times where things disappointed me. Times where I've disappointed others. Or when I just couldn't be arsed trying anymore.

But, heaps of successes too. When you're snug in bed in that soft warm feeling between awake and asleep, you get out of bed anyway because you know the day is going to be awesome. When you do the hard work and it pays off, looking at your grades and thinking 'I didn't waste those sunny days in the library for nothing'. The moments that make you stop and think 'Wow. Life is really pretty amazing.' When you understand you're more than just this one solitary person, and you realise you don't need to be. And I don't mean this just for Michael, I mean it for all of my friends. You are wonderful.

I think I shall start doing that now. Defining my life by its successes rather than its failures. Coz it sure is a heck of a lot less depressing. :] and probably a lot more fun.

Slightly nervous and tentative about what 2010 will bring. Decisions have been made, it gets harder to stay in touch, and we're all changing.

But excited too :] This, I think, is the year where we all grow up.

Danica said I had to!

2009-11-11T23:23:00.001-08:00

Me and Danica (okay fine Danica and I for all you grammar pooheads who will point that out) spend waaaay to much time talking about food. Thinking about food. Making food. Eating food.

You get the picture.

We must be the biggest fatties ever. In fact, we are. Here's a picture to prove it.

So we were talking on msn (none of this google wave nonsense for me thank you very much) and she said I should write a list of all the foods I want to cook. And because I like food, and because I like lists, I said yeah! okay!

Here goes!

1. A decent souffle. I made one once but it kind of exploded in my oven.

2. Bread that isn't rock hard. I made polenta rolls and I had the New Zealand army calling me up asking if they could use it for ammo. True story.

3. Lobster. To me, lobster exudes luxury and richness and everything that is good about seafood. I've only ever had it once. My mum stirfried it T_T

4. Foie gras. It looks terribly fatty and rich but its okay. I'm a professional. I live by the fatty code. I love fatty rich things : D

5. Peking duck!

6. Escargots. Here they come again. xD

7. Doughnuts!

8. Artichokes. I've read the articles on how to eat it, so now i just need to find some and boil 'em up! I think part of the allure is that you eat it with hollandaise sauce or melted butter. But thats okay.

9. Tres leches cake. Go on Pioneer Woman (www.thepioneerwoman.com) and look it up. I'm just obsessed with her. I love her. But she doesn't know /sighs.

10. My own sausages. : ) filled with MEAT

11. Mushroom risotto. I had this amazzzing risotto at the ASB Awards Ceremony. It haunts me to this day. It says 'Heraaaaahhhhh. Maaaaake meeeee.' Then I will eat you :)

12. Cherry pie. I wish cherries weren't so gosh darned expensive. I also wish I didn't speak all Southern when I just said that. Even the voice inside my head went southern.

13. Crepes Suzette! I made it once. I really boozed it up. But it didn't catch on fire. I was disappointed.

14. Cheese. I want to make my own cheese. Heck, I want to move to a farm and have my own cows and sheep and goats and garden. xD just kidding.

15. Babaganoush!!

16. Roast turkey with all the trimmings. Yeah. When we're all grown up and stuff you guys better keep your christmas free coz dinner is at my house!

17. Pate. Its real weird, I don't even like liver, but I sometimes get weird cravings for pate. I don't know whats wrong with me.

Man why can't i think of anything? I totally fail.

Okay this will be updated as i feel like it.
I said that about the last blog didnt I?

Oh well xD

Whoohoo! I'm on holiday!

2009-11-09T00:45:00.001-08:00

Hello blog followers! (actually, probably just Mildred and Shelley). I haven't written anything in a while, mostly because of exams, yeah thats my excuse.

But not because I've been busy studying. No. Exams just leave me devoid of any original thoughts. And then after a while all that goes through your head is Biology and Physics. I swear, its ruining my life. I saw this tv show on Food Channel where they had tripe and I was like lol rugae ^_^

My mum was singing Macarena and I heard My Carina.

/shakes head.

(For those of you who aren't a dweeb like me, rugae are the folds in your stomach. No not those fat rolls you get after too much fried chicken, the folds in your stomach lining that has lots of secreting stuff. And a carina is the part in your trachea that makes you cough real asian and violently when stuff goes the wrong way. Yeah. Thats A + material right there.)

Anyway, I am free for a couple of months! I don't even know how many. Two? Three? Oh I do hope its three. I could do with three months rehabilition. University is very stressful you know.

I am going to bum around and be lazy. And maybe when I get tired of that I'll sleep.

I really need to find a job though. Being unemployed is really getting me quite sad (hint hint, if anyone has any recommendations where I can work that isn't McDonalds or KFC, that would be most excellent.) I have no money and with no money I won't be able to bum around to my optimum level. It really is quite a predicament, because having a job means I have less time to bum around. Oh well. I really want some money. I have about 40 cents in my bank account. I used to have three dollars, but then I spent about two on photocopying. Woe is me.

So these holidays, I will launch "Operation Get Herah A Job".
And I will get a job.

I'm also going to exercise. Oh yeah. I said it. I have the aforementioned fat rolls which should not me confused with rugae. Heck, I can't even fit into my ball dress anymore. I'm scared to try it on, incase my gigantic fat rolls rips it open. And I don't want that.

Another thing I've been dying to do is bake all this cute stuff I see on Pioneer Woman (www.thepioneerwoman.com) and Bakerella (www.bakerella.com). I know this is counter productive to my exercise but shut up!

Oh! I have to reread the Harry Potter books. Devona tried telling me Snape was good and I don't believe this hogwash for one second. Balderdash I tell you!

And that is all. I sure hope I do actually do all of this.

My Ultimate To-Do list (subject to revision)

2009-09-17T00:23:00.001-07:00

Since everyone is out having a good time (with their damn student allowances. Damn you! Okay I will no longer mention it since everyone who does have student allowance must be getting sick of me whining) and I have no one to talk to online, I shall write a blog. As you do.

I also got inspired by this magazine article about how lists can tell you a lot about people. Well durhhh. (The magazine was called Psychologies and the reason I have this is because the dairy people give us free magazines. However its kind of lame. All the people who write it are Captain Obvious and with that many captains around it gets a bit crowded)

Anyway! We shall persevere and plough on with my list! (which are in no particular order because my brain doesn't work in order)

1. Eat fancy exotic cuisine. One day I will eat truffles, saffron, foie gras, caviar, duck confit, escargots, caviar, oysters plus whatever takes my fancy. I fear for my future income though.

2. Go to Europe! Yeah! I want to take languid relaxing walks on cobblestone streets and eat real pasta and be surrounded by beautiful sounding people. Why couldn't my family have migrated to France or something? T_T New Zealand does not have the same allure. (Fush and chups?)

3. And while I'm in Europe, I'd like to go on a cheesy romantic dinner overlooking the Eiffel Tower with candles, nice food, flowers. The whole shebang. Yes. I did just say shebang.

4. Learn to dance. Not slutty club dancing. Seeing those people (if just in movies) makes me cringe. I want to tango or salsa or something pretty.

5. Go rock climbing. On actual rocks. Not those plastic things we climbed in year 12.

6. Wear a bikini (LOLOLOLZ cover your eyes xDDD)

7. Have a tea party with pretty teacups.

8. Finish uni (yikes! this really should have been somewhere at the top of my list)

9. Take a submarine ride.

10. Make balloon animals.

11. Knit something wearable apart from scarves.

12. Learn to paint nice pictures.

13. Umm. What else? wow I can't believe its so short xD
Oh! I know. Make a funny Youtube video.

Annnnd I can't think of anything else. This may be updated. It may not. I like to keep you guessing.

4.

The waltz of the zombies :]

2009-09-12T01:00:00.001-07:00

I had a piano lesson today, as I do every Saturday. Its always pretty uneventful. I enjoy them anyway for some reason, even if I do have to make small talk about my day, composers and what not.

Today my piano teacher felt like doing a duet. Yay duets! I like them =D
Shelley! We should do a duet! I've got a crapload lying around. I don't know what we'd do once we learn it though...

Anyway, my piano teacher (we shall now refer to her as Mary because that is her name and it is much easier to type than 'my piano teacher'). So Mary found a piece called Les Sylphes by G. Bachmann.

She likes to give me a history and some background to all the pieces I get.

Mary: So do you know what Sylphes means?
Me: ......no?

Personally I thought it had something to do with syphilis. Why anyone would want to write about that was beyond me because syphilis is kind of icky.

Mary: Its about these girls who die and come back to life

Oh darn. I was so wrong. Hey. Hey wait. Did she just say girls who DIE and COME BACK TO LIFE? That sounds a lot like -

Me: Zombies? This is a piece about zombies! That's so cool!
Mary: ...no they're not evil or anything. blah blah blah they're very beautiful blah blah blah....

Oh. well thats a bummer. ):

At least it sounds pretty.

Today has been a shit day

2009-09-03T21:43:00.000-07:00

Just. Absolute crap.

Its not anything has happened today. I've just stayed home and done nothing.

But for some reason I want to dig a hole and lie there and cry.

/ends emo rant

Kingdom Hearts? Meh!

2009-08-31T01:39:00.000-07:00

More like Kingdom Farts =_=

The first day of holidays and I'm bored out of my mind. I spent all day on Facebook playing Mafia Wars and Restaurant City.

But then I got bored of that.

So I whipped out the PS2 and played some games.

Or rather, watched the television while pressing the x button repeatedly. =_=

Why can't you skip those super long scenes?!!! They make me so angry. Rarrrh. To be honest, they're very well done and look pretty and all but I have the attention span of a peanut.

They really should have changed the opening menu choices from 'normal or expert' to 'normal or expert or ADD'.

And also. I don't understand why Sora and that other guy are after Kairi. Her feet look like they weigh more than her entire body. She also looks about 8 years old. Well. So does Sora. I guess there's nothing wrong with that, since they'd just sit on a raft and play tic tac toe while sharks circle around them, waiting for one of them, who probably can't swim, to fall in.

But then the other guy (whose name I've forgotten) looks about 18.

Its icky. No matter which way you think about it.

I guess that's what happens when you leave two guys and a girl alone on a deserted island.

I then proceeeded to get killed by black blobs called Heartless (the design people obviously spent more time on Sora's hair than on the monsters) because my wooden sword was lamezorz and then I found out I was supposed to run away. Well let me tell you Mr Playstation. Running away is FOR THE WEAK!

On a side note....

I'm currently watching this documentary about 'Savantes', its called Beautiful Minds on Documentary Channel if anyone is keen on watching it. You should. Its pretty amazing.
It's about all these brilliantly smart and creative people and why they're smart and creative. Like. Brain things and such. Fuck yeah I rule at describing things xDD

There's this autistic kid who's like 12, he self taught himself piano and now composes some really nice jazz music and I am so jealous =_=

He also has a photographic memory.

WHYYY AM I SO NORMAL?!

Sunday on a Monday

2009-08-17T03:45:00.000-07:00

Every morning, I usually read a book on my bus ride to uni. Nothing too serious or requiring too much concentration. Just some light fiction.

I find Lemony Snicket great for this purpose. I learn new words and I don't have to think xD

But this morning I didn't bring a book because I couldn't be bothered to find one. So I listened to music instead.

As I was walking up Albert Park, "Sunday" by Bloc Party came on.

Oh my goodness. It was so cool. I had my headphones on so I pretended to be in a movie, and that the music was the soundtrack.

It was also eerily accurate in what I was doing.

I plodded up the hill and heard "Heavy night, it was a heavy night'. This was quite fitting since my bag was very heavy, although it had nothing to do with night but we can ignore that.

It got really calm and sweet sounding and I was like Yayyyy I'm so happy =D
"I love you in the morninggggg when you're still hungover"

Then as I entered the Kate Edger building a huge gust of wind blew in my face. At the same time the music reached a crescendo " I LOVVVVE YOU IN THE MORNING!"

That song is now the soundtrack to my Monday mornings =D

Snowy snowy snow

2009-07-18T23:29:00.000-07:00

So. I think its high time for me to write about my trip to Mt Ruapehu.

=D (drums please!)
(coz. a mountain is high. Yeah. I'm terrible I know. xD)

I came back like a week ago, so I suppose this isnt really recent. Oh well. At least I'm getting it done.

Mt Ruapehu is like a zillion hours away by car. I had packed books to read but I read one sentence and felt like throwing up. Yay for carsickness =_=

So I played Eyespy with Devona. The most fail game of eyespy on the planet. It went like this.

Devona: I spy with my little eye something beginning with...the...letter...Tree!
Me: Whuuuh?

After you get past car and tree and house and rock and cow and sheep, there's not much to spy anymore. Thankfully we didn't drive straight to Mt Ruapehu from Auckland or my ass would have needed to be amputated or something, we made a stopover in Rotorua.

My family is so lame. Everytime we go past Rotorua we make fart jokes. xD

Anyway, Rotorua is amazing! Mostly I love the bach we stayed at. Its the nicest place ever. Its right in front of a lake and its so peaceful and serene and yeah I love it and I want a bach like it.

This is me and Devona attempting to feed ducks. They didn't seem to like us... (its that or they're camera shy).

So. The next day we went to this town near Mt Ruapehu. Okehere? Okehune? Something like that. All i know is that its famous for its carrots.

So famous there's even a giant carrot shrine where the locals go and worship the almighty carrot God. I don't know why we're hugging the carrot. Devona and I don't even like carrots that much.

But the first day we went the weather was terrible! So we weren't allowed to go on the mountain for fear we'd fall off.

But it sure was pretty =D

The next day we were all like YEAHHH SNOW! Snowy mountains look like cookies and cream icecream. I was just like WOAHHHH ICECREAM! But it was snow.

So we bundled up in about 50 million layers of clothing and drove to the top of the mountain. Well not the very top, coz we suck at skiing.

Ski shoes are horrible by the way. Everything about skiing is horrible. As soon as I put my skis on i started sliding away and I was like OMFG WTF WHAT DO I DO? So I fell down.

Yeah. Notice how we're NOT moving?

I look like I know what I'm doing in that picture. Pictures lie.

I spent more time falling down than actually skiing. I fell down once in front of these group of people learning how to ski. The instructor must have been like 'okay students, that is how you DON'T ski!' Yeah. Then I fell down in front of this little kid. He laughed at me. Oh well.

Another thing about falling down when skiing is that its incredibly hard to get up. Super duper hard. My mum had to pull me up xD Which was also very shaming.

I gave up after a while and went toboganning. Which is waaay more fun!

VHOOOOM! I'm the blob on the pink toboggan if you couldn't tell.

No skill required =D

Then we made a snowman. Which is harder than it looks. But I think me and Devona pulled it off xD

Building the snowman.

The finished product! Accessorised and everything =D

And that's pretty much it. Snow is cool. But kind of overhyped. Maybe next time I'll try snowboarding.

The nose knows and says NO!

2009-07-09T02:12:00.000-07:00

Yay for lame titles =D

I shall tell you about the horrible smells my nose had to suffer in the course of this otherwise uneventful day. It is a story of utmost horror, dark comedy and extreme coolness. I know. Buckle your seatbelts, its going to be a very exciting ride (or a boring ride, but you really should buckle your seatbelt anyway because its illegal not to).

So this morning I woke up at the wee hour of 7:45 am. Yes. During the holidays. I don't know how I do it, but since I love my cat, I dragged my ass out of bed to take Skittles to the vet.

Here's a picture of the darling angel =D

Shes looking a bit more docile than usual in this picture.

Skittles eye has been a bit gross so, as responsible pet owners, we dutifully took her to the vet.

I now realise she hates her carry case. Really really hates it. She made her dislike heard.

Me: Skittles please get in the carry case
Skittles: Mowwwwr
M: Okay I'm gonna shove you in!
S: MOWWWWRRR!!!!
M: ...Mum I can't do it! She'll claw my eyes out!

Yeah so we got her in. Then put her in the car. Where Skittles proceeded to pee.

Cat pee is the most foul smelling substance on the planet. =_=
Then we got to the vet and found out she had also pooed. =_____=
(but the veterinarian was a lovely lady and changed the newspaper for us).

That was okay. Because I love my cat and will put up with her retarded bladder and bowel movements. Yeah.

But you know whats not okay? People who don't shower. And show themselves in public.

Devona and I took a walk to the library. We're lazy and decided we need the exercise. On the way we encountered a very smelly man. It was terrible. But we walked past him really quickly so it was more like WHIFF and that was it.

Then we caught the bus home. As mentioned above, we are very lazy. Devona and I were like the first ones on the bus so we sat down. Then this guy, out of all the empty seats in the bus, sat down in front of us.

Oh my god. It was terrible. I wanted to move but didn't want to be rude. So we sat there, while Devona just sat there laughing at my facial expressions.

It was so so so bad. He smelt like he hadn't washed since he came out of the womb. You know how early scientists named foul smelling compounds from decaying bodies (putrescine, cadeverine etc). Yeah. Well I would definitely call that stench hoboine.

His stench was also quite peculiar. It wasn't a constant smell. It came in waves. Like the stench had a life of its own and each pulse of hoboine was a smelly heartbeat. Ergh.

It was the longest busride of my life.

A city in a jar

2009-06-27T16:48:00.000-07:00

Actually, more in a cup.

I decided to get off my ass and actually look through the road code book thing so I could get my license. I had such good intentions. xD But the first part was to find it.

Okay. if any of you have seen my room recently, its a dump. I have stacks of books everywhere, about a forest's worth of loose paper flying about and a mountain of clothes on my sofa. I think it might be my entire wardrobe on those sofas (note to self, the sofa is not a good place to put black clothes because ginger cat fur does not camouflage well).

Yeah. Well. You get the picture. My room is barely habitable for human life. Even I avoid it, only venturing when I need to sleep, and even then with utmost caution.

So, back to the road code. I was trying to sift my way through this wreck which I affectionately call my bedroom when I found four cups, half filled with milo and tea. It was disgusting! Two of the tea cups had mould growing on them, it was like my own penicillin farm but worse because the tea had kind of gone gloopy and the teabag was slimy and gross. The milo cup was only slightly better. The residual milo had hardened, forming some kind of weird plastic. The spoon that was in that cup had stuck to the bottom.

Oh dear god. I am disgusting.

I didn't really want to touch them. I didn't really want to leave them in my room either (mutant flesh eating fungi anyone?). It was a lose lose situation. In the end, I grabbed them by the handles, ran upstairs and poured boiling water after them. DIE EVIL FUNGUS!!

I still haven't found the road code.

Avoiding Evolution!

2009-06-20T00:27:00.001-07:00

I really should be studying instead of writing this blog. In fact, all of my blogs are written in moments when I should be doing something else. I am the queen of procrastination. ^_^

Wow. Maybe I should stop writing them. I mean, no one reads them.....

Lisa tells me this is because I don't write personal stuff. But this is because I have the emotional capacity of a teaspoon. Yeah. Really.

So. You may be thinking "why the new blog?" And if you weren't, I'm going to pretend you were.
Well, dear reader, that's a good question. Yeah. I'm also going to pretend people are reading my blog.
I don't know why I made a new blog. I got sick of my old one but I couldn't bear to delete it. So here's another one!

And you may be thinking "What's with the name 'Brightly Coloured Glass'?"
Oh. Well. This name has some deep and profound origins. It might be too personal to share with you, but since we're already on "dear" reader terms, I might as well.

Its because, a long time ago, in my youth...(well, really last year), I went for an adventure to a wonderful unknown place (really, it was St Lukes Mall) and stumbled across a magical place (really, it was Natures Window). As I gazed around at all the sparkly overpriced wonder, my eyes fell upon the most beautiful item in the world! A Kaleidoscope!

Now I have minutes of fun with it before my eyes get sore and then I put it back on my shelf. I like kaleidoscopes. I want to live inside one. ^_^

And as you know, kaleidoscopes have brightly coloured glass inside them! Well, some of them do. Mine has plastic because it was made in China.

It was either that or 'the dog is wearing diamonds!"