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Tag: ag

but it tastes good

by bezzle

It’s ten thirty, my eyes are swollen, I have no motivation to do anything constructive and hence all I want to do is eat.  Yeah, I probably am one of those comfort eaters.

I hate this feeling of knowing I have a bajillion things to do and another two bajillion things I could practise/study ahead for, and yet I somehow get away with doing very little.

Well, ag is over.  TT.TT I’ll miss you, 11AG1.  We may not have shared many classes nor been close friends at the start, but I thought our class was special (and not just because there was only five of us) and it was great studying with you all :’)  Also, thanks to our fantabulous teacher  \(^ . ^ )/

I always have these ideas for some long posts about various weeaboo things that no one really cares about (note: I’ve added a new category – weeaboo) but maybe I’ll actually verbalise and post them one day.

here and there

by bezzle

It might just be the pervasiveness of agriculture, but there’s this alarm bell in my head that goes off every time I see people following each other on tumblr and reblogging each other’s posts and stuff because it reminds me of inbreeding D:  I don’t have (a) tumblr, but it from most of the ones I’ve seen (i.e. people of similar age to me) it seems like an exercise in reblogging pictures of:

a) pretty girls with usually hipstery/floral/nude coloured/cute clothing;

b) corny couple pictures;

c)

d) teenage angst related bits of text;

e) pictures of high-heeled shoes;

f) screenshots of movies with funny/life/love moral captions;

g) what is seen cannot be unseen and stupid but mindblowing questions 8D

I was reading Crystal’s blog (and Amanda’s linked post) and I felt very admiring of their articulate-ness :D

We were at the dinner table, and my mum was talking to my sister, when I noticed a cockroach on the window ledge.  I drew their attention to it and we all watched for a bit as the cockroach edged forwards slightly as though judging the distance, stepped backwards and then leaped off for dear life towards the ground as my mum got up to get a tissue to squash it.

And of course, this made my day:

As did this NGAWWW ><

Also suit pyjamas sound awesome.

My most proud achievement this holidays is getting a 150 point bonus in Arcade Mode Fruit Ninja – bomb lover, nine fruit combo and combo god 8D

ag camp and cowpats

by bezzle

What: Gloucester ag camp

When: 5:00pm Wednesday till 3:45pm Friday

Who: 34 HSC ag students, 2 teachers, 1 bus driver (with a handlebar moustache!)

Where: Riverwood Downs Lodge, Upper Monkerai, and various farms in the area

After spectating at two very one-sided basketball games on Wednesday, I left home to finish packing (!) and get ready for camp later on the same day.  Managed to get back to school at the nick of time, and got on the bus.  It was getting dark as we drove along, and the full moon was out [Tranny: “TAYLOR LAUTNER IS COMING…”].  Stopped at some fast food outlets for dinner, and continued on our way to Gloucester.  It was fully dark by now, and the trip was made much more scary, especially was we were nearing our isolated destination.

We got there about 9pm, and the accommodation was…painfully simple.  There was one main ‘hall’ or room, which was originally a large shed, and on either side were a row of demountable rooms, girls and boys on opposite sides, of course.  The rooms were minuscule.  I’d estimate it at 3m by 4m, with a triple bunk and one single.  I got stuck with the bottom bunk (which was basically the floor, with a foam mattress..) in a cabin with Chewbie, Alex and Linda Wu. 

There was a supper room, the sign above which I noted someone had changed the ‘u’ in ‘bunkhouse’.  As expected, no one went to bed at the 10:30pm lights out curfew.  Slept at 12, and woke up rather annoyed the next morning to ‘Waking up in Vegas’ at 5:30am.  It turned out to be Linda’s phone alarm.  It went twice more at fifteen minute intervals, before it finally stopped. 

Breakfast was, like most camp breakfasts, scrambled eggs and sausage, with cereal, canned spagetti and toast on the side. 

Went to the Gloucester saleyards, where the cattle were getting sold.  They were all standing on ground covered with their own excretement, and some people got splashback…  The auctioneer was a cool guy (I liked his voice) and there was a guy next to him who shouted ‘YES/YEAH’ every time a buyer made a slight gesture to bid, and another guy whose sole job was to paint the cows which were sold, with a sponge on the end of a long, literal stick.

Then some more farms, and lunch at a park with very nice chocolate cake!  We got told off for monopolising the equipment…and then Sandra broke her wrist.  Get well soon!

Dinner was nice.  It had three courses and waiters.  The dessert was chocolate pudding and a scoop of icecream.  It was very very tasty!  We found out that we had an open book test based on our notes the next day, so socialising was done over the big table in the communal hall studying, or on the grass area over the bonfire.

Which was rather fail, I might add.  Despite adding diesel to the wood twice, the fire didn’t burn nicely until everyone had left it to study and shower.  My first time toasting marshmellows on a fire though!  They caught fire several times, and although they got nice and gooey, there was always some crusty burnt stuff [Amanda: “It makes it taste more…cancerous…”] and it was so STICKY!

Studied some more that night, went to bed at 12 again.

And woke up to Waking up in Vegas again. 

Went to one more farm in the morning, which involved trekking through paddocks, stomping past weeds, and dodging electric fences, just to see a river!  And then did the test.  Which had such broad questions, I think it was rather simple.

Lunch!  Fish and chips, and some salad without dressing.  And jelly and peaches and a scoop of icecream for dessert.  Took some group photos, and then set off home!

I forgot to mention the dogs.  The lodge we lived in had numerous dogs, all free to wander, and one that led us around was this one blue-eye, one brown-eye Border Collie.  And the last farm we went to on Thursday, the $9 mil, 2000 hectare one dude had lots of dogs as well.  Suppose they must be useful.

OH and there was a cow called Ben.  The farmer was talking, and then he points at this [singular of cattle] and says ‘That’s Ben’.  And because Ben Jee was there too, someone (I think it was Didi?) asks “Is he a weaner?” (Think of the homophone…) Or was it a bullock (castrated male)?   And the guy says no, she’s a cow, and a very nice one at that.

Trip home, microslept several times, finally got to school and handed in my Japanese assignment forty minutes late.  Phew.  Had to catch the bus home with my very heavy bag, and got scolded for not getting picked up.

So there’s my summary.  No doubt I’ve missed/forgotten many memorable moments though. 

And finally, a quote when seeing the school coming back: “Look, grass without cowpats!”

And.

WHERE HAVE THE REST OF YOU PEOPLE ON THIS BLOG BEEN DOING?!  WHY IS IT SO QUIET??

You lied to me !

by bezzle

Tuesday was not a very good day.  Started off with me missing my bus, so had to go back and drop my sister off, and on the way this person crashed into our car, so I had to take her to school, and then wasted more time waiting for Dad to pick me back up, then got to school hoping to make it a ‘good and proper’ late.  But noo, the roll call bell rang as soon as I entered the building.

English was stressful.

Watched Run, Fatboy Run in PE.  It was funny and cute (and a bit weirdly gross) and scabbed cashews off Ben, in exchange for Soothers.  Cold season is now in force, surprisingly late this winter.  So now my indulgence is blackcurrant Soothers, and I have a pack-a-day habit for tissues.

Commerce was just bludging around, and then after school physics was so…guilt-trippy.  None of us pay full attention to Jowa, who is such a nice guy and a good tutor too.  It’s just too easy to tune out, especially because his whiteboard markers have run out and it’s too hard to see the board.

Was adding songs to my library, and came across this song that I used to (and still?) liked a lot:

Also, I find the first verse of this song very witty/funny:

That’s why I might just celebrate tonight
and if you aint down with it then get on your bike
to saint elswhere, who the hell cares
I’m in great shape, you need healthcare
If you cant say something nice then keep quiet or come to the club, there’s girls there

Random thought: why don’t people put wardrobes in bathrooms?  Because it’s so annoying when you’re taking your clothes in for a shower, and you leave something out/forget. 

~~~

Uh, it’s Friday now, and I’m happy.  Had two and a half days off school, so it’s like two weekends in a week 8D  It was Ben’s birthday today –

HAPPY BIRTHDAY GERONIMO :D

and yes, I hope you appreciate your gifts, and have fun explaining the bear to your parents~  Just try to show that nice guy side more often, ‘kay? 

The bear which we sprung on Ben with at the beginning of science, and he was amazed that he didn’t find out about it.  Not surprising, seeing as I had it, and came to school today during recess. 

Ehehe I have somehow managed to make Jeffrey want to break a collarbone.  He says he wants to experience getting knocked out by anaesthesia, after questioning me during science.  It was somewhat amusing.  Here’s what happens:

– if you inhale happy gas, you inhale…nothing really happens…then you wake up after the surgery like nothing happened.

– if you get it through an IV needle, you feel it going through the vein in your arm.  Then you’re out.

Who’s going on ag camp?  I have somehow decided to do ag, and I don’t know anyone going…

What also makes me happy is something that happened after school today :)

Wait…that sounds dodgy.  IT’S NOTHING DODGY.

Victor’s quote corner:

Electricity is actually made up of extremely tiny particles called electrons, that you cannot see with the naked eye unless you have been drinking.
– Dave Barry

swashbuckle

by bezzle

After receiving threats from both of my parents forcing me to use only my government-issued laptop, I have begun to realise the stupidity of blocked websites.

Okay, no one likes the DET block.  I get that.  But I don’t get why stuff like email and blogs are blocked.  Especially hotmail.  Heck, I guess we struck it lucky that gmail isn’t blocked.  And blogs.  Even visiting one isn’t allowed. 

I never really cared so much, until the aforementioned threat.  HOW WOULD I BLOG TO YOU MASSES OUT THERE?  What is the worst part is the underhanded way our teachers, at the information night last year, planted the idea that these laptops would be enough for all our computer needs.  Please.  Filtered internet in our own homes? 

At my friend’s all girl school, the internet isn’t even blocked.  AT ALL.  My point is, I think we do need filtered internet, but some things should be unblocked.  For convenience.  Especially when it tempts people into the area of teachers’ accounts and stuff.

A random fact that shall be noted here: record time from getting up to leaving house is now fifteen minutes.

OOOHH there was a song I was going to embed here, but it’s not on youtube, so I will just tell you the name here:

Summer nights, by Vanessa Amorosi

It’s so nostalgic, I like the chorus.

This morning was weird.  Had to get up early to finish off a thousand words for ag assignment, so I set the alarm for 6:15.  Woke up randomly and decided to get up anyway.  Reached for the clock, it breaks as I press the light button to see the time.  I look at the clock outside, it says 6:16.

Today was beach excursion!  I didn’t get to touch the water though…PSSSHHH what is the point of going to the beach then?!  It was at Collaroy.  Very nice view on the walk up to the top, and a lovely refreshing cool sea breeze~  view up the top was great AND sydo has a new nickname – squishy?

Hehehehehe what an awesome nickname.

Our tour guide was pretty cool, did we even get to know his name?  Attempted to find our school on a massive map was very fail.  And then the walk down from the top was even more fun/refreshing.

Ehhh the rest of the day can be summed up with one word: SAND

WE SHOULD HAVE ANOTHER BEACH DAY SOMEDAY

i shall try and get some photos from ben/make him post them up himself.  he definitely has a lot of them.

TIME FOR THE SHAMELESS PLUG/VICTOR’S QUOTE CORNER!

Consistency requires you to be as ignorant today as you were a year ago.
 – Bernard Berenson