Tuesday, November 30


That's meant to be the sound of an aeroplane engine, when it's taking off, for you unimaginative types out there who can't understand the language of onomatopaie. What a surprise. Chrome tells me I didn't spell that right. It is in fact onomatopoeia. Well, I guess the subject of too many unpronounced vowels brings me to the point of this post, which is that I am, if all goes well, on a plane which is bound for Paris. Well, Malaysia first, then Paris.

Very, mucho excited.

SNOW. And...well, France! I've always wanted to go to Europe. I think the strongest attraction for me is the atmosphere, especially France, with it's history and culture. Speaking of history, we're going to Versailles. I will probably explode from excitement.

One will assume that I will not be blogging much while I'm over there. So, unfortunately, the December/first half of January archive will probably be very small. I seem to have not been blogging much anyway.

So guys, look after yourself, stay safe and enjoy the break before the majority of you plunge into the fun times which shall be year 12. For this year's graduating class, it has been freaking epic knowing you, and good luck on your various trips to everywhere and anywhere, and have fun in uni. Apologies for not being able to go to Final Assembly. Bordeaux, and all that.

I realised I would miss people when I received a random text from someone. I can't remember who, or what it was about, but I only realised it about two weeks ago. Sure, I had been thinking of it, but then it really got to me how much I relied on the people around me to keep me sane and grounded. It got to me that I won't be able to report random happenings to anyone who will get it, or, and this is probably the more important part, in a language I can communicate effectively and hilariously in. That people won't be reporting random happenings to me all the time. That I won't wake up from a weird dream and be able to laugh with someone about the sheer stupidity of it.

I'm going to miss you all.

Thanks to everyone who texted/Facebooked me. It means quite a bit that you all remember, especially when some of you have been rather neglected throughout the year. Sorry, and thank you.

Bec Tee and Cat: I am rather disappointed we probably won't see each other until school starts. Stay safe, wherever you are.

Viv, I shall email as much as humanly possible. I will make up for lack of emails in one period by spamming you whenever I touch a computer.

Happy birthday for tomorrow Jose. Enjoy being 17, just smile and be happy. "I COMMAND YOU." Could you pick up my lock for me, aussi? Je l'ai oublié.

Hasini, enjoy yourself, darlink. I'll stalk you when I get back.

Words are very warm, even if they aren't very pretty. Beware of shifty people in India Mahi. If they try to attack you, launch a llama at them.

Julia, refrain from eating too much. And could you also pick up my blazer? Xie xie.

Bec, I will be unable to catch the train with you to places and discuss Naruto/Bleach with you until further notice. However, six chapters will have gone by by the time I get back, so we'll have plenty to talk about. Although six isn't actually that much in the grand scheme of things. Damn the slow pace.

Margaret, again apologies for the really dodgy rainbow. I tried my hardest. Take care.

Dear diary, I really want to go to the beach. That craving will probably increase ten-fold after I come back. Alice, we will convince your mother that you can swim. You'll probably be the one saving us from drowning.

My family, enjoy Disney.

My brother: enjoy U2 and Jay. Sorry I am not able to be home to Brawl. I wonder if Marie has a Wii...playing French video games could be rather interesting. Must find some sort of gaming friend.

Michelle, sorry I can't be there for graduation. My spirit will be floating around (in ecstasy. Snap), and, most likely, snickering at the antics of year 6s.

And I will attempt to not run into beanbags, coffee tables, chairs, door-frames, or any other type of furniture/part of the house while I'm at Marie's.

À bientôt!

Monday, November 29

Dilly-dally shilly-shally

I just trawled through a certain site containing a certain Rabapapas (see here). It was...interesting. And I thought I'd share a thought.
Maybe something will happen that can never unhappen; that scares you, doesn't it? But you need to think about now. Really take it in!
That is all. I am going to eat a mango now.

Amazingly and rather suddenly sick. Couldn't go to Fed Square today, which is rather disappointing. I miss out on all the fun. Which also meant that I can't see people I really want to see right now.
Stand by me, nobody knows the way it's gonna be. Stand by me, nobody knows the way it's gonna be. Stand by me, nobody knows. Yeah, nobody knows the way it's gonna be.
Or the John Lennon version.
I won't be afraid. Just as long as you stand, stand by me. So darling, darling stand by me. Oh, stand by me. 
You getting the message here?

Sunday, November 28

Ramble 12

I don't have anything better to do, so I'm blogging. Well, I actually have plenty better to do, but I want to test something about this crazy machine which is blogger. 

Other things to do include: make Christmas presents for people who haven't gotten them yet, and pack. I'm largely packed, but there's all this random stuff which I have yet to find/buy. But largely good. 

I'm sick. Again. I think it's safe to say that my immune system sucks. It was rather random; last night, I was all good, and this morning I woke up randomly at 5:30 with a throat burning like hell, and now my head is all stuffed up and weird. Lovely. 



Friday, November 26

Snail invasion: Part II

They're everywhere. It's not even raining anymore, and the snails are still there. Not just live ones either. Dead ones which have been unfortunately squished by unsuspecting pedestrians.

And then there are the tiny ones which you don't realise are snails, thinking that they're just strangely placed rocks in the middle of the driveway where there shouldn't be any rocks. And you only realise when you get up close and personal. And then freak out, thinking about how close to death that snail was.

I hate walking the dog after it rains.
Time turns flames to embers, you'll have new Septembers. Every one of us has messed up too. Lives change like the weather. I hope you'll remember that today is never too late to be brand new. 
I am currently in the process of getting the full version of Advent Children, as I sat through the not full version hanging on for that one scene where Zack pops up...it didn't happen. I was so put out. I got to the end of the movie and my stomach just sank and I wanted to shake the computer and demand "WHERE'S ZACK??!???!?!?"




Those question marks look rather strange now. But guess what I'm going to be watching on the plane on Tuesday? My iPod apparently has only 6 hours of video battery life...I'm spending a whole day on a plane, or thereabouts. That information is according to wikipedia, and probably inaccurate seeing as I've had my iPod for almost a year, and the battery's probably not even that good now. Must find a powerpoint on the aircraft. Or I could charge it in Malaysia I guess, if I can find a powerpoint to suck electricity from. 36 hours of audio is alright. Here's hoping that there are good movies on in-plane tv.

Also according to wikipedia, there is no video playback on nano gen 6. Another reason why you shouldn't get it. Although the screen's tiny anyway. But still.
Can't nobody do it like you. Said every little thing you do, oh baby. Said, stays on my mind. And I; I'm officially missing you. 
I wish you strength on life's sudden slope 

Thursday, November 25

Snail invasion

Snail dodging seems to be how I spend much of my time due to the torrential rain. Well, it wasn't too torrential today. But it did rain.

Kanye's new album came out yesterday, and although I listened to it going into school today, I left it and went to 808s instead. It started with listening to Street Lights about five times on repeat, and then a sudden craving for the sound of the drum machine and autotune. Not really, as the album probably would have been better without the autotune. I'd do the thing I did with Songs About Jane, except some songs I skipped. So here, have some quotes. 
Mrs so fly, crash lands in my room. Can't waste no time - she might leave soon. Don't say you will unless you will. Please say you will. For real. I pray you will. 
And my head keeps spinning. I can't stop having these visions; I gotta get with it. 
Let me know; do I still got time to grow? Things ain't always set in stone. Let me know, let me know. Seems like street lights glowing happen to be just like moments passing in front of me. So I hop in the cab and I pay my fare. See, I know my destination, I'm just not there. 
 I got the right to put up a fight, but not quite. 
Memories made in the coldest winter. Good bye my friend, I won't ever love again. 
Which sounds like:
Could we fix you if you broke? I'll never talk again, oh boy you've left me speechless. You've left me speechless. And I'll never love again, oh friend you've left me speechless. You've left me speechless. So speechless. 
I also watched Advent Children. Quite a terrible movie, movie-wise. Possibly because it just looks like one long cinematic from the games. But seeing as it's Final Fantasy and it has Cloud in it, it's awesome. I keep watching the same bit over and over again. The bit where Cloud gets beaten to pulp by Sephiroth. For some reason, I get excited when heroes get beaten to pulp. Not excited...it's a very hard feeling to describe. It tears at my heart, but in a good way. Difficult to describe.
Tell me what you cherish most. Give me the pleasure of taking it away.
I pity you. You just don't get it at all. There's not a thing I don't cherish.

So what if it seems hopeless? If it were me, I still wouldn't give up. Embrace your dreams. Cloud; you know what I told you, right?
That's right. I am your living legacy.
Off to pack my room. I feel in a cleaning mood.

Dear Vivien, although I'm not sure if you even read my blog anymore.

I shall repeat once more. Sorry for the terrible behaviour.


I get up when I'm down. I can't swim, but my soul won't drown. 

Sunday, November 21

Of wanting to share a quote but not having anything else to say

I'm just not the hero type. Clearly. With this laundry list of character defects, all the mistakes I've made, largely public.
Party was fun. Maribyrnong* is quite a lovely place, despite being west side. For the second time in as many weeks, I have realised that I am still an awkward shy face. Oh well.

Hayfever has evolved into some sort of weird cold thing. Taking Dimetapp makes my head feel very strange. Two days before Speech Night, with intense rehearsals playing a wind instrument...not good. I have been known to become highly nauseous when playing clarinet. Should be interesting.

My typing at the moment is slightly impeded by the bandaid on my third finger of my left hand, due to chopping myself with scissors at yesterday's party. I am quite good at bizarre injuries from weird activities.

*Can't spell it, and can't be bothered looking it up. Even Alice couldn't spell it, and she lives on the west side. I think I'm excused.

Monday, November 15

Of too much leisure time

Wasn't is beautiful when you believed in everything? 
And everyone believed in you.
My ridiculous amounts of leisure time include tromping to and from school to attend rehearsals (I spend more time tromping than I do rehearsing), making Christmas presents, playing clarinet, fiddling around with piano, and reading the Lonely Planet guide to France. And playing Brawl. I need more hobbies. I also need to make Christmas cards.

Impossible and weird as though it may seem, I'm running out of time.

I also wish to watch all six Harry Potters before it comes out on Thursday, but I don't think that's happening.

And freaking out about calling people I've never met before.

I hate how I feel more awesome about playing my pieces after I've done my recital.

I was sitting on the train the other day (what's new), and I saw a lady walk on and sit across from me with a tennis racket bag. It had a scribble which looked suspiciously like a signature on it, and me being me, my train of thought automatically went "Rafa". I was standing later, and lady was also standing about to alight from the train, and I get to see the signature closer. It was a scribble with a big r, and underneath it said Rafael Nadal.

I felt incredibly jealous of this stranger, and desperately wanted to trade my Calvin Klein for her tennis bag.

Friday, November 12

I can't be no one else

I think I can see the connection between Oasis and The Beatles.

I need to be myself - I can't be no one else

When I hold you in my arms, and I feel my finger on your trigger I know nobody can do me no harm. Because happiness is a warm gun
Bang bang shoot shoot indeed. Anyway, I realised that Noel Gallagher picked up the "let's write lyrics that don't make sense" thing from the Beatles. These two songs make me very happy. Especially on a great day like this. It was a wonderful day. And a day in which I realised that I'm still shy. To an extent. But yes, walking along either listening to Supersonic or Morning Glory on another sunny afternoon makes me feel invincible. Which is why I was swaggering my way to school from Domain. The weather has been very Oasisy of late.

And it's over. It's over for this year. And nothing to freak out about until I go to France, when I will realised the inadequacy of my French skills.

Note to self kids: don't put the hair-dryer which has just been used to torch the dog near your face. It does burn.

Tuesday, November 9

Oh dear

Oh dear.

Not "oh dear, I just did my music written exam, and it was slightly dodgy cause there were supposedly triplets everywhere". Not "oh dear, revs in two days, and I still haven't memorised everything". Not even "oh dear, I may have to perform on Thursday, and hey, the music hasn't even been arranged".

Oh dear, I'm considering getting a tumblr.

Well, I'm not sure if that rates an oh dear...

But oh dear. It sorta started with this thing which Bec Tee got me on, where I stare at pictures of Zack and Cloud from Final Fantasy cause there is just something weirdly peaceful about pictures of them together. See:

And my dilemma is referencing them, cause you know, it's sorta not my artwork. I believe the first one is originally from http://mariazell.tumblr.com/post/1492730524, and I'm not too sure where the second one came from. Dilemma the second is that blogger isn't ideal for posting pictures, especially ones stolen from another site. 

So...tumblr? Will think about it. Although I'll probably still keep primarily to blogger, cause there is a word limit on tumblr, I believe. Although if that's not the case...well...blogger. Ahem. Stubbornness dictates me keeping to my original blog provider server thing. 

Anyway. There was another point to this post, being from one of the most epic and slightly scorned series (although not by me): Animorphs. 
I wanted so much to live. I wanted so much to stay and not leave. In a moment no answer would matter to me, but just the same, I wanted to know what I guess any dying person wants to know.
"Answer this, Ellimist: Did I...did I make a difference? My life, and my...my death...was I worth it? Did my life really matter?"
"Yes," he said. "You were brave. You were strong. You were good. You mattered."
From book 54: The Beginning. Depressing, and a lot deeper than people give it credit for. "I wanted to know what I guess any dying person wants to know". I think even people alive want to know that. To know that you made a difference, despite the fact that maybe these things shouldn't matter. To know that there's a reason to be alive.

I was going to quote from Babysitter's Club as well, but I cannot find the book. Is babysitter one word? Chrome says it is, but I just reflected on the fact that they're called the BSC...oh well. Once I find that book, expect Kristy to feature here.

Yeah, my pledge of staying off the computer didn't work. I was going to wait until after revs, but apparently not. I'll go have a shower now. Really sleepy. Although glad that the possum which woke me up two nights ago at 2:15am with its greeeek greeeeeks didn't come back last night.

I want to quote the whole book. I was just discussing with my brother that the series is very weirdly realistic for something so ludicrous. Evil alien slugs invading Earth...yet somehow, it manages to maintain a modicum of sanity, and then throws reality and terrible moral questions in your face in the last book. Yeah.

Lord of the Rings also had great potential to be a huge flop; the movie that is. I mean, there was an animated version which came out a while ago, and judging by the pictures, it sucked. Lord of the Rings should not be animated. The live action is epic though. Literally, in the true sense of the words epic and awesome.

I don't know what I'm talking about. This should have been a ramble. But I decided to call it oh dear instead.

I'll stop staring at the pictures now.

To do after exams - NEW AND IMPROVED
- make a heck load of Christmas presents
- make a pile of Christmas cards
- learn French
- learn Lord of the Dance
- turn up to Speech Night rehearsals, cause they're sorta important, and Cat has been turning up to every one even before exams. But it does take her twenty minutes less to get to school. Still. Should go to some.
- look at French
- read Lonely Planet Guide for France
- call French tutor
- maybe maths tutoring
- start LMus pieces (very excited for that)
- buy Christmas presents
- hand out Christmas presents. Somehow.
- pack for France
- buy presents for France
- make epic changing desktop background picture things. What I mean is, find pictures and compile a folder so the desktop of my computer can change into visions of awesomeness. I'm not very good at expressing myself.

Things which are coming up before I go to France:
- party
- French exchange meeting
- year 9 information night
- Speech Night
- two days of school
- orientation for next year
- the Fed Square performance thingo
- lunch/dinner with the musos
- Harry Potter is released + I must go

That is all I can think of. I'll stop boring you with mundane details now, and instead say something interesting.


Saturday, November 6

1. You know...

Your rugby jumper is way too big when it's covers your shorts.

Or maybe my shorts are too short...

It is a very big rugby jumper though.

Idiosyncrasy of my house: it's a few degrees higher upstairs than it is downstairs. Must be because it's closer to the sun.

Been listening to fortune plango vulnera...

Need Rattle's version though. Must find tomorrow.

Friday, November 5

What happens when one is unmotivated for le study

*that should be "with no sounds of piano", and "(being now." My scanning is slightly dodgy. Can't be bothered redoing it.

Apologies for messy writing. Off to do some crazy stuff now. Such as warming up my hands. 

Tuesday, November 2

Panic! In the exam room

I had a dream this morning, probably at about 8am, when I was just about to wake up. I dreamt that for some reason, my exams had all been pushed back by a week. And that music was today. And that revs was in two days.


Although subconsciously, I was going "what the hell?" with quite a bit of fear. Dream me was just standing in the foyer thing outside the exam room (my mind made up the location. It wasn't school), panicking and attempting to cram Carmina into my brain, along with Joey and Lydia.

Thank goodness I woke up.

Revising revs at the moment. Made some cue cards, which may or may not help. I highly regret summarising the notes, sort of. Although it did sort of get the information back into my head. I'm doing a write a revs response and play one level of Plants vs Zombies regime. Quite productive. Will need to start stuffing my brain full of music too. If I did do well on the performance, I don't my written to have brought it down. And if I didn't, well, even more reason to do well on written.

So enough of this.

Oh, and the reason why I'm here is because my brother's playing Plants vs Zombies at the moment and I just wrote a revs response. His exams are coming up too. As is my sister's piano one. We all have an exam on the 9th. Fun times.