Stretchy Short Shorts: Monday 14th

Today I bought two pairs of stretchy shorts about 15cm long. Honestly, way to make me feel self conscious. As someone pointed out, its like wearing a second underwear. Clingy underwear. And the shirts short too. Theres no escape. If you haven't figured out already, i'm talking about the volleyball uniforms, that allow no fat to be hidden. We're wearing them for competitions at Albury in the holidays which is pretty exciting, despite that our team has already accepted defeat to over 50% of the games. I'm actually not exaggerating a lot or being too pessimistic, somehow we're actually a NSW team and we're going against people from Victoria and stuff. And obviously if you live that far away, I'm pretty sure these teams are pretty damn competitive. Plus they were probably chosen... honestly it beats me that we're allowed to go. Though, strangely enough we play a lot better when we don't feel obliged to win.

But

As far as the uniforms are going, I have a feeling i'm going to be spending half the time hiding in those awful jackets we ordered.

Also something I found exciting but i'll keep it quick because most of you probably know. We got our netbooks today and come on guys, stop complaining. They're good enough. I mean after hearing all those pre-complaints, they're FINE. I'm just worried that I have another thing to lose. A particularly expensive one too. Btw, how can they even compare it to carrying it around like a wallet? I mean, who carrys around wallets that weigh over a kilo.

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Cousins: Sunday 13th

I talk a lot about my little cousins. Here's a short video my brother made instead of helping me with my homework... studying for his exams, whatever. I stole it off his blog.

By they way, you can't really tell in the video but THEY LOVE being on camera, but its such a shame when they feel obliged to act silly for it. I personally find it far more amusing when they just act normally.

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The Adventures of Vivian: Friday 11th

Hello to the two or three lovely individuals who would ever read this blog.

Confession time:

I went to the library today, spent half an hour looking around, found five books, went to borrow them, and realised I didn't have a library card.

So I called my dad and he stole my brothers library card and saved me from the humiliation of putting all those books back.

Meanwhile outside, a pipe burst or something and there was like metre-high brown water gushing outside the library. So I was sort of stranded with five books, no library card, tiny bag and a phone that beeped "low battery" every two seconds. Seriously, I cannot control the thing. Yesterday it woke me up at 5:30 in the morning with an email so I turned it off and almost missed my bus.

BY THE WAY:

RESPECT- to all the people who shaved, you guys either have serious balls or were very peer pressured. Either way, you guys are awesome. Nice work.

Yeah so sum up of the post: if you don't know already, i'm a huge nerd and this was a boring post but i'm not bothered to even put a customary excuse anymore because you've heard them all before.

I should totally write a book-

The Adventures of Vivian. Part I: At The Library.

It'll win most interesting book of the year and I will be famous. Thats right, start investing on autographs now guys.

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Got any Grapes?: Tuesday 8th

I just watched the Duck Song clip and its HILLARRYOUS, you guys didn't do it justice (Kripa and Stephanie). There's just something about that ducks awesome face and it waddling away that gets me. bumpbumpbump

GOT ANY GRAPES?

Anyway, Arun is cool (and not just because he told me to write this). He commented at his own will, good boy.

Thats all I pretty much wanted to say..

Oh and something no one really wants to know: I have so much volleyball training nowadays it feels like i'm going to explode. Not really, do not be alarmed. I actually like training, i just don't like waking up early. I get sooo sleepy nowadays, and then theres my asthma, hayfever and maths homework. But I live, I mean who else would write CAPTIVATING blogs on an irregular basis?

Oh to make up for my lack of content/ extremely boring post. I'll link you to probably my favourite Tropfest video this year. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N3QA0fKqmHQ

Its brilliant. Apologies if you've already watched it, for this post now has nothing to offer to you besides a big picture of a duck I like and a few excuses.

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Onions taste?: Monday 7th

So Blake told me to talk about onions. And because onions are edible, I apologise for instinctively wanting to talk about how they taste like, my favourite types of onions and what they go well with. Then i'd decide that I don't really mind how most food tastes like as long as its for me. But when I thought about it, how do onions taste like? It took me five minutes to come up with, onions. What else tastes likes onions? Wasabi? maybe? thats the closest I can get. But it should supposedly be able to be described by the six basic tastes: salty, sweet, sour, bitter, ummami (kind of like salty) and interestingly enough, fat. Well at least I found it interesting when my brother told me. Two times over actually. I forgot, and was equally amazed the second time. Anyhoo, if anyone has a better description of how onions taste like, please let me know. And don't be boring and say tears, because if I can think of it, it's not funny or smart. The best description wins.. some gratitude.

I suddenly feel really obliged to describe onions now.

damn thats depressing.

-AWESOME SEGUE-

Talking about depressing, PEARL IS BACK. Welcome back Pearl, I know you don't read my blog (I don't know why, it's not like your too cool for it) but my idea sponsor told me to welcome you back/ tell you to go back to India. I'm kidding lady, that'd mean i'd have to go through the whole exhausting Pearl hunting and pretending-to-care-that-you're-back all over again.

Call me a horrible person, but i'm a cowardly one too, taking advantage of the fact she won't read this... now I know someone's just going to bag me out. Thanks

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SURPRISE: Sunday 6th

That was quite rude of me. I think its about time my once precious little blog got back and running. But not to worry, I am back here now to amaze you with some riveting new stories about my fantastic life and adventures alone.. at home.. on the internet. So look forward to me pointing out those awkward things in life, just like those old times -i had with your mum (sorry my mum jokes were never really funny for anyone. i was hoping it'd be a bit better here. obviously not.)

Heres a little teaser: the groundbreaking discovery I had on Friday.

wait forr itttt

I, VIVIAN KONG IS ACTUALLY PHYSICALLY CAPABLE

OF

NOT GOING ON THE COMPUTER FOR THE WHOLE DAY

(besides school computers, and mainly because I was doing something even

more mindnumbing and repetitive. Oh dear god, Maths.)

AND before I go leave you all to your happy lives, I just have a little complaint/warn

ing. Mainly for the ladies... or gentlemen, if your that kind of guy.

HOW ON EARTH DO PEOPLE USE THESE THINGS

THEY'RE LIKE PURE STRETCHY PAIN. I get that they're reasonably nice looking and useful. Until you try and get them out of your hair. I used to have millions of these when I was little, and until now, I was smart enough to stay away from them ever since those traumatic hair days. I mean if it wasn't that, the fact that they're pretty much coloured rubber bands should've told me something.

Literally, to take them out you have a choice of either

a) Break them

b) Pull half my hair out

c) All of the above

or you could leave them in there and take a chance by showering or something. Meaning theres a chance it could get stuck inside an even massive-r ball of hair forever. But it could also just fall out, I once combed my hair and fifty bobby pins fell out, it was really satisfying. I also once stuck a blob of putty on my head and it didn't fall out, and on the contrary I started crying, but thats another story.

I guess the point of that, if there ever is a point of things I do on the internet, was that:

i'm an idiot and ..don't be like me.

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