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Month: December, 2009

detritus in my head

by bezzle

my holiday plan (updated):

– try and get the guts to find a job for work experience

– slow down my inevitable demise into couch potato

[i love the word potato.  it looks especially funny when you type it in this draft font – times new roman]

i was on the computer this morning and was going to rage about something, then i forgot what.  well, here it is.  it isn’t very ragey, though.

dear those two people with two netlog account usernames, one describing your beauty in a very positive light and the other one with inappropriate connotations,

i would really appreciate it if you deigned to do me the simple courtesy of changing your settings of your netlog account so that i do not receive ‘updates’ about how both your profiles received grand totals of one view each during the past 30 days and how you have made ‘friends’ via other ‘friends’.  it might have occurred to you as you deleted your email account that the next person using it might have to deal with these totally unnecessary junk emails.  sure, it’s only junk and not spam, but it’s the thought behind the gesture that counts. 


thank you,


so that stuff was yesterday.  today, went to the pool party late-ish because mum had to stop off at the motor registry.  people playing halo, barbecue, the usual portions of sausages, kebabs and chicken drumsticks, water balloons!, etc.  then changed to go into the water and i have found out three things:

– when i go into the sun too long, my skin looks like i poured dirt into tanning lotion and put it on

– you can get a tan through a rash shirt

– swimming pools can be very dangerous


Happy Birthday Kevin!

am feeling very chilled and mellow right now.

however, i am also capped, so sorry maggie, cannot youtube mychonny.

i was re-reading eldest yesterday, and i feel compelled to quote what i found the funniest part of an unfunny book (not that’s necessarily a bad thing.  humour wouldn’t suit the story.)

‘”But who, or what do you worship?”


“You worship the concept of nothing?”

“No, Eragon.  We do not worship at all.”‘

edit: i am currently annoyed at the largeness of my feet and my uncoordination right now.  just banged my toes on the stairs (granted, i was skipping stairs.  but i normally never misjudge.) and i have tripped over my own feet/shoes countless times.  i also have a tendency to hit my shoulders into doorframes and those stupid bits of wall that stick out.


by cloudier

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by car.

I spent 3 consecutive days at macquarie ==’

1st time i went, was with my family to get country road bag xD LONG STORY… well, not reeli…family friend of ours got one, and sed it was on after chrissy sales discount, and it’s pretty useful for like…camping? xDD so my mum was like, wow, it’s pretty useful… so we got one for ma bday (or so she says; our family’s not big/strict on prezzies – if we see something good, ok) and my sis got one for…iono, just coz. my mum sed to share mine, but i was like O_O and my sis reeli wanted one (not that she’d show it…) coz everybody in her school carries one ==’ yeah, girls’ school.

2nd day, they went to parra (oh, this was when my sis got her bag). i didnt go, coz i’d be out next couple of days… and i didn’t want my feet dead b4 NZ =P so i stayed at home, and then my sis came back with skinny jeans!!!~!!! i was like, nawwww, i want a pair!!! so my mum was like, ok, we’ll go to macquarie, yeah? me: now?! mum: yeah. so macquarie we went. and guess who i saw there? yep, ben zhu. with his family. i pretty loudly stage-whispered his name, but being the deaf person he was, he didn’t hear me, when i was literally 2 metres away ==’ watevs. then we went back to another shop, and he was there again ~ seems like we’re not the only people wanting jeans. so this time we sed hi and yeah.

3rd day was today with primary friends. CHIPMUNKS!!!! chippettes, not so much… CHIPMUNKS FTW!!! omgoshomgoshomgosh theodore and simon are sooo cutee <3 and their songs are pretty awesome xD lololol

ay, awkward silences, and lots of  “i dont mind”s since we haven’t seen each other since… last term? heh. but good time x) i dont reeli know what else to say, since most of u ppls reading this blog are high school ppls

i <3 “after christmas” sales


and tomoz, we’re gonna sweep thru parra ~~



ow-ww, you poked my eye, muhh-mmy

by bezzle

right now:

– my brother is playing with his hot wheels ‘shark park’ present and the shark is saying ‘bugger off’ repeatedly

– my sister wants me to play ‘tumbling monkeys’ with her

– my dad is debating that tomorrow is a public holiday

today was rather fail.  it saddens me to realise that describing something as ‘fail’ has become part of my vocabulary, along with the battered and bruised ‘like’.  so, back on to what i was saying.  went to parramatta on an attempt to find some bargains.


as if that was going to happen. 

yesterday, i went to cabramatta, to eat the very-often-eaten vietnamese food.  my friend’s dad suggested it over the phone, and as soon as my mum relayed it to me i instantly thought my dad put him up to it.  because that’s what my dad used to say every weekend.

so, we got there and ate.  and ate.  and ate.  ew, my mum forced bamboo shoot noodles on me, because none of the other kids would eat it.  the noodles smelt exactly like sheep poo.  maybe if i ever smell bamboo shoots (because i’m not going to eat them) i’ll get a feeling of nostalgia or something.

christmas, i went to palm beach.  i found a five cent coin in the dirt next to our picnic table and was overjoyed.  dad came back with a twenty-cent coin find.  later, on the beach, my sister found a lump of sand that turned out to be a greenish two-dollar coin.  so all in all, a profit of $2.25.

dad bought a jukebox a week or so ago.  and it doesn’t look that cool, just like a black stereo.  and dad borrowed the aforementioned friend’s dad’s cd and plays the first song on the cd over and over again.  i originally thought it was a good song.  however, the song is about lost love and the singer begging his girlfriend to take him back (yes, narrows it down to a couple million or so?) and now i’m beginning to feel sad, even though i haven’t lost love and begged a girlfriend to take me back.

if i had a wii, i would get just dance.  you know, the game with the ad on tv where people follow dance moves?  people who know me might think i might be the last person to enjoy dancing, but the game looks fun.  like singstar, but with dancing.  i would just play it if i knew no one else was in the same room.  because i get the feeling me dancing looks really yuk.

seguing into another topic.  over-modesty.  one of my hates.  because it’s so easy to do.  society dictates that we need to have modesty, but it’s so easy to go overboard.  sometimes we need to be proud.  because you might think you’re being rude, or hurting the person’s feelings by acknowledging your awesomeness.  no.  saying that your brilliant work of art sucks makes other people with inferior stuff feel bad.  trust me, i’ve experienced that feeling plenty of times.  instead of ignoring your own talent and flattering another person, maybe we should just thank them for their compliment.  and give one back.

quote from andrew daddo’s column on the 20th december, 2009:

“According to, to qualify as a dad joke, a joke must

a) not be funny in the first place to anyone except a dad

b) become rapidly less funny through constant repetition (except to the dad telling it)


‘I was talking to my dad the other day and he asked me what I’d like for Christmas.  I said I didn’t know.

He said, “I was thinking you might like a new butt, given yours is cracked.  But then I thought you’d just sit on the new one and crack that, too.”‘


by cloudier

more links that i couldn’t be bothered formatting properly

[one] tequila shots! – sub-studio design blog

[two] about dating – Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal

[three] sexy 1950s-inspired computer – it’s orange!~

[four] this girl is freaking high

*i think most words ending in -ic should actually end in -ix, it makes them sound like SUPERHERO NAMES ! like TELEPATHIX, GIGANTIX, MANECTRIX (POKEMON I KNOW, BUT IT CAME TO MIND WHEN I WAS SEARCHING FOR -IC WORDS.) POETIX, ABIOTIX, LOGISTIX [wth dom. OMG I HAVE STARTED TO TALK TO MYSELF. WTF.], APOLOGETIX, [my this is one sad list of -ic words. i cant think of much >>] OHOHOH MAGNETIX, ULTRASONIX, SONIX !, TRAGIX, NEUROTIX, I THINK THATS ENOUGH WORDS-IX. kay good luck reading that. so many interruptions dom. [THERE IT IS AGAIN.] okay ill bold in an attempt to make it easier (:

[five] the ethics of santa – pea soup

[six] (almost) Foolproof! A Pictorial Guide to Avoiding Camera Loss