Sunday 7th

Hi guys, sorry I haven't posted, for like. ever. (wow, I had the whole big eyes and girly hand movements going on there) but i've sorta got stuck halfway all my posts either not being bothered to continue or realising that the post would be really pointless and boring, normally a fusion (I LOVE THAT WORD) of both plus a hint of not know what to write next. See that was stupid, I should delete that. But I won't, I think i'll just keep posting crappily until I get better or lose all my friends, because apparently people are so bored they just want ANYTHING to read. Which makes sense, i'm doing anything I can at the moment to avoid the yearlies, like picking up phones, returning texts, checking my emails and writing bad blogs.

By they way, Ross and Monica are just as strange as the rest. I mean, Monica has how many different categories of towels, and how many failed marriages has Ross had? Because its only ok, when I do annoying things i'll answer my own rhetorical questions: 11 and 3 (one of them turned out to be a lesbian).

If you don't know what i'm talking about, i'm not sorry, in fact i'm disappointed, you deserve a lot worse than wasting your time reading that. Do yourself a favour and watch Friends. Now. Please? (after I get the whole grade hooked, I won't feel obliged to study)

Thanks for reading

I just realised this blog isn't actually about anything in particular when I went to put a title, oh well. Better post to come (hopefully).

F.R.I.E.N.D.S.

Hello Guys,

     So today I was taking a break from the hardcore studying (Yearlies, argh!) and looking through the titles of all the posts on 'A Part of Us.' There were quite a few drafts that Vivian had never published. I won't reveal the content of those drafts, just in case if Vivian decides to finish them any time soon, but one of them caught my eye.

     Apparently F.R.I.E.N.D.S. is back on Gem. Whatever Gem is. I'm going to take an educated guess, and say that it's a TV Channel. Which therefore means that F.R.I.E.N.D.S. is back on TV.

     Yes!

     Before I knew about How I Met Your Mother, and before I knew that the series had already finished, F.R.I.E.N.D.S. was my favourite show. Chandler's quick wit and Joey's "How ya doin?" just always kept me in hysterics, and I loved Phoebe's ditzyness along with Rachel's ignorance too. I should probably say something about Monica and Ross too... but they didn't really seem to have a really special trait. Other than the fact that Ross was the socially awkward one, and Monica seemed to be the mature one.

     Anyway, I've never actually seen the entire F.R.I.E.N.D.S. show. That's because whenever it's on TV, it's irregular and only shows maybe one or two of the seasons before it is replaced by something newer and fancier (I remember one time it was Gary Unmarried. Where the hell did that go?). I have, however, attempted to watch the entire series from the beginning, online, many times. As unsuccessful as those varied attempts have been, they still count for something!

     It was in Year 6, when one of my classmates gave me the crushing blow. F.R.I.E.N.D.S. was over. I refused to believe it at first, but alas, it was true. I searched up on the internet, and there it was. F.R.I.E.N.D.S. 10th and Final Season. Starting at US $9.99 on ebay. It was the most depressing moment of my life.

     And then, I found How I Met Your Mother. The world is right again. Thank you, Barney Stinson.

I guess that was an abrupt ending, but oh well. Thanks for reading!

The $10 note

Hello Everyone,


     I haven't been on Blogger for a long time. My blog has died. Vivian's blog is dying. I'm too scared to even look at Ning's.


     So first thing I did was go back and read all the posts I missed. Please people, get over porn. There is better stuff in the world. Like lollipops and ninjas. Next, stop looking for topics. Let them come.


     Having said that, Kripa, when have you been on my bed? The only times you've been to my house, we either sat at the computer, on the sofa or danced around in my room. Then again, I have horrible memory. But I still refuse to believe you've been on my bed. It's like a thing for me. No person from my school has been on my bed before. But they're very hygienic, I must say. I'd rather share a bed than a brush. Tooth or hair.


     Anyway, today, after spending the entire bus trip playing clapping games (like we used to in kindergarten), I missed my second bus just by a moment. So I decided that I might as well go to the shops until the next one came.


     Tired of buying chewing gum, instead of going to the News Agency like I usually do, I went to Coles. I got two bottles of Coke (that I never intended on drinking - knowing how high I get) because they were on special. Then, because the lines for the counter were pretty big, I decided to go to self serve instead.


     I have to admit, I was a little nervous. This was my first time self serving! So I scanned the two bottles (the little beeps made me so excited. I could do it over and over...) and then it told me to insert my cash. It took about three minutes for me to find the hole, but I eventually did, and put it in. Ten minutes later, I'm staring at the machine, that refused to give me my change of $13.50.


     I got my $10, and was waiting for the coins. I asked an assistant, "Is this supposed to happen?" She did some scanning and beeping things, then said, "Ah... the coins are jammed." I was a bit worried about missing my next bus, but I decided to wait for the change. Asian as I am.


     Another 10 minutes later, after actually opening the whole machine and fixing some things, I only got twenty cents. Let me tell you, the inside doesn't actually look that cool. You can't see all the coins or anything. They're on some rolling thing inside a metal thing. I could hear them rolling around as the assistant moved her hand around inside.


     Anyway, she finally gave up (it never worked) and went to a counter and get me money. She gave me a $10 note and $3.50 in coins. I told her, I already had the $10 change, so I refused to take it and left before I could regret not just taking the money and gaining $3.50 profit for two bottles of Coke. So much for being Asian.


     I had to run to get my second bus on time, but I got it. And on the way home, I completely forgot about that $10 note I could have gained. And now, sitting at my computer and drinking the Coke I swore I wouldn't drink... I want that $10 note...


That's it guys. Thanks for reading!

Who knows if I'll know you forever

That's just it. That's all there is to say. Who DOES know if I'll know you forever. Chances are, I'll only know maybe ten or less of my high school friends when I grow up, and no, having them on Facebook does NOT mean I know them.
I hate to think that we're all going to part...move our separate ways. You know, I've cried about that. Whenever I think about it, my heart drops; I can't feel anything anymore.
I know I'm not MEANT to get emotional about it. I'm meant to go "YIPEE! I'm OLD! I can live! Get married! Have babies! [ ;) ] Do my own thang! I'm moving into a whole new beginning! And I'm uber excited!"
I know it's far away... but before you know it, the years will fly right by. We won't know each other anymore. And.. it's about four years away...
I don't like this feeling.
Sorry. It makes ME feel bad. Don't know if it effects you when you think about these things, but I literally die D:
What a happy blog. I promise to be happier next time. But this just struck me. Who knows if I'll know you forever.