Holiday: Tuesday 21st

Hey everyone, i've come back from a long time without blogging to tell you I won't be blogging for even longer. But hopefully when I do i'll have a lot more to blog about because for those of you who've read a few of my older posts or just know, my parents have bought tickets conveniently before Christmas again, so i'll be going to Malaysia/Goldcoast on Wednesday.

There may be a slight possibility that i'll be able to write something during the holiday but even if I could I probably wouldn't be bothered. And for those with brilliant tastes and a thirst for entertaining and ingenious blog posts, enjoy some brilliant literature while you can because me and my atrocious grammar will be back by the 13th with lots to tell and no one who cares.

Thanks for waiting

Ew blood: Monday 13th

The weather's gone all lame again- better than the freezing cold but this hot sticky business isn't ideal either. In fact, i'm typing this with my very overworked right hand because my left is being used to hold tissues to my second bleeding nose today. I'm one of those people who get bleeding noses all the time: a total bitch for the weather (I get asthma from weather changes too), and its pretty lame sneezing (from pollen carried by the WIND- weather again) and finding blood all over your hands. Its gross and pretty alarming at first but after a while its more like "oh man, not again"

Oh and worse still. Is when its at school, and people go crazy.

Bleeding noses don't hurt guys. I know in some circumstances, yeah, yeah but making people talk while they've got a mass of tissues pressed to their nose doesn't help.I know: I would probably ask "are you okay" as well, its like an automatic thing. But bleeding noses aren't a big deal- unless your talking about one you got from getting smashed in the face or something.

Anyway, happy holidays everyone

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The Great Christmas Card Dilemma

Hello People,

     It's December now. Doesn't it seem a little sudden to you? Last week, we couldn't wait for this term to end. I come back from Cadet Camp, and lo and behold, term's ending in a week! Not only that, but it's time to get your stockings (and wallets) ready, because you're going to need to get into the Christmas spirit.

     I just spent a good half hour of my life searching for those very elusive Christmas cards from years passed, and eventually found them. I also found the list of every single person in the grade (and their classes) that I had somehow managed to sneak from the school administration (hush, don't tell!). So now it's time to start cutting down to who I want to send cards to, and start writing them out.

     I can't get it under 50.

     Unlike Vivian, who has a solid group of friends that she hangs out with every lunch and does her fun stuff with (and if her mother ever reads this, let me inform you that she's quite popular enough to have well over 10 friends, thank you very much), I don't actually have a very solid footing in the social ladder.

     Unlike Sheldon (BBT), I can't make my own technically advanced escalator and allocate a certain amount of steps to whoever I deem worthy, removing said person when someone of higher worth comes along. I'm not that socially deprived.

     Unlike Dennis, I at least have some kind of social life.

     Just kidding! Just kidding!

     To be honest, I don't know who Dennis is and what kind of friends he has... if he has any...

     And unlike Kripa, who has deserted the blog (shame on you!), I'm not known by everyone, I don't know everyone, and I'm not going to write a card to everybody in the grade.

     I'm a nomad. I have no best friends. I have no worst enemies. I have no special "group" I hang out with. I just have a whole lot of friends, and I choose to hang out with whoever I feel like, at whatever time I want. Don't understand? Well, let me relate to you with an analogy that any teen would understand.

     Vivian has, let's say, 200 facebook friends. But she has 10 friends that are really close to her, and she's labelled these all as her 'sisters' and 'brothers' (and in some cases, children... which is kind of disturbing actually).

     Sheldon would have 5 facebook friends. Everybody else, he would deem as people he 'knows' but not as 'friends' so he wouldn't add anyone or accept anyone else. Since he would find it pointless to label the chosen 5 as family members, he wouldn't do it, but if he had to, these 5 friends would certainly be siblings.

     Let's skip Dennis... because I don't know anything about him.

     Kripa would have 500 facebook friends, but have something ranging from 5-20 siblings. You can't really tell who's close to her, because it seems to ever change.

     Do you get what I mean now?

    As for me, I'd probably have somewhere around 300, but none of them would be part of my family. Forget that I think it's pointless too, and weird. I have no actual group of friends of my own to actually have a family anyway. Not to say that I haven't had family requests before, because I have (rejected them too, as you can guess). I'm just a nomad, and prefer to have my large circle of semi-friends than have a small circle of best friends.

     Wow... off track, much? What the hell was I talking about before?

     Oh right, Christmas cards. Anyway, because I have so many semi-friends, and not that many close-friends, and certainly no best-friends, it's hard to narrow down who I want to send cards too. If I kept it to my close friends, I'd probably only end up sending it to ten people. But then my close-enough-but-not-really-close friends would be offended for not getting a card.

     So I send the cards to the close-enough-but-not-really-close friends, but then my semi-friends in their class will see how many cards I gave out, and feel left out.

     So then I'll have to give the cards to my close friends, close-enough-but-not-really-close friends, and my friends-who-aren't-that-close-at-all-but-still-are-friends. This will end up being 80% of the grade. So the remaining people will feel incredibly left out, because I'm sending so many cards out, but still managing to forget them.

     So then I'll have to send a card to everyone I know, which is 90% of the grade. Then, the last 10% of people who I don't know will know that I gave out a lot of cards, and wonder why they didn't get one. And then I'll end up sending a card to every one in the grade.

     See my dilemma?

     So anyway, the fact that I've actually got it down to 50 is a great achievement in itself. And now I realise that I've got a bit carried away, so I shall end my post here. Congratulations if you actually made it to the end! You deserve a Christmas Card!

Ok, I won't start that again. Thanks for reading!

Christmas Cards: Monday 6th

I've been writing Christmas cards recently, so i'm feeling in a very falsely kind and cheery mood. My mind is filled with now meaningless cliches and lame ideas in attempt to make the card more interesting. Though I know the cards are going to be forgotten and lost within 24 hrs, in the first 5 minutes they are valued immensely as they come with the relief of being remembered. And it is with this large gush of relief the recipient will be reading the card which would make all those lame jokes and somewhat personalised comments seem so much better. So I may as well try and write something different.. however offensive, right? I mean people can't complain when you've given them a Christmas Card, right?

Its Ok, I only wrote mean things in cards to people I would feel awkward around without making some attempt to annoy, enemies and close friends. HA! now you'll feel cut if I didn't write anything mean in your card! NOW I CAN WRITE MEAN THINGS IN EVERYONES CARD!

Actually, I take that back, who would care if I cared about them or not anyway?

I just thought about something my mum said while I was buying cards with Ning.

She was like:

You only need to write around 10 cards, In life you only need one husband and around.. 10 friends but I think YOU (sizes me up) should be happy with 6 or 7 friends.

Reminds me of Sheldon from Big Bang Theory when he has to decide who to stop being friends with to make room for another.

Thanks for reading

Awkward Haircuts and Hunger: Thursday 2nd

Since i'm wildly posting things I wasn't bothered to finish writing, here's something I wrote a while ago and got bored of:

I like to think that i've change somewhat from when I was little, preferably on an intellectual level and hopefully slightly more mature. Somehow having nothing to do made me think about some of the things that have changed since I cried on the first day of preschool.

Stuff like having haircuts has changed so much. Every kid I knew before despised having haircuts, I don't know why I did but I can still remember the horrors of sitting on an uncomfortably hard, ancient copy of yellow pages so that I was level with the mirrors, wondering what I ever did to deserve a haircut. I don't know about you people, but I dreaded those moments when hair fell on an awkward spot on my face and I had to resist a strong urge to tear that plastic they'd wrap around you and scratch my face. And then there were those moments when it looks like they are going to cut a stack of hair and I wanted to spin around take my hairdresser by the shoulders and scream "what the hell do you think your doing?" but being the nice little girl I was, I just watched in terror and hoped for the best.

Nowadays of course, I watch every strand of hair they cut and yell not too short! at regular intervals and when hair falls on my face- i glare at it until it blows up (it never happens anymore, i don't know why but i imagine if it did i'd try that, then i'd blow it off with my highly developed hair blowing skills (lolwhut).

Then of course theres the smaller things (i would say that they were less obvious but when it comes to food, i'd say its pretty obvious to anyone who knows me well, ie. seen me eat) like eating not just a hell of a lot more, but my appreciation for food has changed so much you'd think I was starved as a child.

I can't be bothered to add more

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Yesterday Today: Wursday 1/2sd

According to Karen's pinch and a punch, today is the first day of summer. I've always liked summer but the weather is being annoyingly.. well, wet.

Btw it is now the next day because i forgot to finish writing this post yesterday. But i guess NOBODY CARES, which works nicely with my word of the day yesterday: written, today.

Amal

(v) 1. to yell out an uncomfortably stupid or unnecessary comment

2. to act or speak without any thought or consideration whatsoever