hide and seek

Facebook is TOO DISTRACTING. I must focus on Latin, but how??! Instead i find myself writing a blog entry while listening to oboe concertos! I find the chem prac difficult. That is, I haven't actually tried to do it, but it seems difficult. id difficulum videtur. I think that is completely incorrect.

ransom notes keep falling out your mouth
mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut outs
speak no feeling no I don't believe you
you don't care a bit
you don't care a bit
- Hide and Seek, Imogen Heap

YAY.

House concerts are finally over (though they lasted only 3 weeks). I am still in love with Hide and Seek. I wonder if i can obtain the recording ahahaha it is rather different live, since it is cleaner and less electronic. Being, of course, not electronic at all.

I must now return to my homework. It endears me to it by shooting sparks of reproach that sting my mind as I attempt to ignore my duties. How shameful i am. How unlike a pink and wonderful clam. Goodbye.

Journey to the Centre of the Scout Hut

IT's Qi. Qi is reading a comic magazine.

This is Ngan's burger. He likes to eat them. They are from the tuckshop. The tuckshop is dirty. The tuckshop is less dirty than the previous tuckshop.

I am pointing at Tung. I cut his head off becuase he does not enjoy pictures being taken of him.

We were trying to get into the Venturers Hut again. The electronic key did not work, as we could not get it 'charged'(think role playing games). Ironically, the window was left open, so we could bypass the door. Sandbach climbed in the window. He knocked down the curtain.

Rama lay on the couch.

We were supposedly not supposed to go in the hut as somebody had grafitied the walls. I say walls as all of the walls contained some grafiti. The grafiti reminded me of some horror movie, where the antagonist goes insane and writes on the walls in order to express the antagonist's feelings (see what I did thar).



There is now an extra couch in the scout hall, and a gamecube. We had the classic game, 'Super Smash Bro's Melee'. Anders, who is not in the picture, just pwned Sandbach.

Me and rama having private time. Note the placement of the couches, chair, and table.

god i love this video.

This second one is only good if you've seen the thing it comes from.

School?

I took a few pictures while I was at school today. These photgrapic records begin in the venturer hut, with a picture of Jitain's note:

This is a modification of a quote from 'Fight Club' which I may have seen.

This is a photo of someone holding a knife. I'm not sure about you, but this is not normal. He isn't even going to cut the sandwich he's eating with the knife.

I'm not sure who drew on this piece of paper but it shows the general decor of the venturer hut room - it is full of penis'. Somebody stole some loose sleeve paper, and with the markers lying around the room drew many things, on them.

Now out of the Venturer's hut, and into the tuckshop. I am not sure what these actually are - they look like there were some spare meatballs and they needed to get rid of them. Good luck with getting people to eat those balls.

Just before entering the last period of school today - chem. It was also what it looked like finishing school, so let's say I took it then. This signifies the end of the school day.

To finish off, you may want to see somebody dodge fruit while playing cricket with a tennis racket - but you need to be my friend on facebook to see that. Click HERE to see.

scones.

I keep dreaming about those scones that were generously provided this morning after the yr 12 investiture assembly. I really want one of the buttery ones atm. Not the jam and cream ones, although they do look prettier. omg! i feel quite impressed with plc actually. As Linh described it, it was like a leafy picnic with tea and scones - very classy. lol.

Those scones were so pretty though ..and they were free! HOW COULD EMILY SHI RESIST EATING THEM??? it is shocking! then again, if like certain people you hate eating when not hungry, i can see why you would be able to resist. Sadly, Wensi and I both find resistance difficult. So. School has been fun so far. It seems, though, that just as the economy spirals down, so does my economic skill fail to improve. Not only do i find it as boring as ever but I also find it rather alarming that I haven't done any eco homework yet! Then again, I have also not done any english homework. Or maths. I think I must blame house concerts for this. And Latin. Why do i spend so much time on Latin and Chem?? ._. "If you don't like your fate, change it! You are your own master, there are no shackles on you." - Aida, Aida

Today I spent over an hour watching Fate/Stay Night - yes, again. I feel rather guilty, but other than that I did homework/practised for the rest of the time. Except for now, when I am supposed to be arranging house music but instead am blogging. Gah.

Ok. I'll stop now and attempt to finish the carnival song I wrote.

OMG NOOO i must also speak of my traumatising experience last night! As I crawled into my overheated bed beneath a thin orange blanket, I felt somewhat tense. This might have been the cause for what happened next - MY IMAGINATION causing a HALLUCINATION? 
And yet it felt so real.
To continue with this account of my (not as dramatic as i am making it out to be) night, I lay still for quite some time attempting to sleep, attempting to ignore the buzzing and humming from insects around my house (to cool the air, we have taken to leaving windows open). WHEN SUDDENLY i heard the noise of: SOMETHING DROPPING FROM THE CEILING ONTO MY BED NEAR MY HEAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

i was seriously freaked out, okay. WHAT COULD IT BE? A SPIDER? it sounded kind of crunchy and like...a...very small bomb???!!!!!!!!!!!!!

After this happened for the second time i switched on the light and searched my sheets frantically for some sign of life/small bombs. no, i was mostly scared of insects. yet...i found nothing.

and so to help myself sleep i was forced to use my thick quilt, which gave me a greater sense of security but which also increased the temperature significantly so that my clothing became damp. In fact, in the morning my clothing was also slightly damp when i woke up. Um. Anyway.

That is the end of the account of my distressing night. I hope that tonight i shall sleep without fear of insecs/small bombs dropping from the ceiling onto my face.

Hello

looking at this blog with its garish green-ness i was immediately regretful of my decision to join and i cant say by reading the top post at the time was i any more enthused...Wong...disgusting. But do you know what the sad thing is Ying didn't post up her comments, but i can't imagine what one would say to such...abuse.

But i must say i was fascinated by Ying's story about the cat lady..and umbrellas..and tea/coffee...i cant say i remember the story line...but...fascinating none the less.

On a lighter note..or not depending on how you see it. School has begun. I find fate quite amusing sometimes as for the third year in a row i am in room V for maths...i began sleeping in maths in year ten...this escalated to me not being able to stay awake at all in room V ..year eleven came and i failed maths. This year i have high hopes for-like getting into college-so this means i must stay awake in math....Learning...is...fun. -.-

aaaand i got a puppy!!! its now eight weeks and completely adorable!!^^

Oh ying

OH Ying. How I count the ways i love thee.
67!(factorial)?

6^66?

The number of quantum states in every quantum particule in the universex the number of states of my love >9000?

I love you as much as my heart can possibly give without entering cardiac arrest and spurting blood out of my veneral arteries. And penis. That was a double entendre.

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and hot. Much more hot.

My thoughts and desires follow you as easily as the wind passes through the trees, as easily as the earth will be engulfed by the sun once it has expanded sufficently, and as easily as i came (home).

This i wish to thee - Yi-ling.

you've got me seeing through different eyes

As a Christmas present from my mother I managed to get tickets to Wicked for the second time. And yes...it is a VERY different experience, knowing what to expect, having read the book and tried to hit those high notes in Defying Gravity, Wizard and I and i'll stop now before i start listing all the songs. I am sad to say that I was not drawn in quite as much as i was the first time, but that doesn't mean that I was not AMAZED and INSPIRED. I'm also glad that Wensi was finally able to see it; I think her life has been enriched. infused with wickedness.

Wensi and I both got tshirts - i got a grey/green "defy gravity" one to match her pink "popular" one. So now, we match! We also bought WICKED MUGS. I am rather overwhelmed by all this wicked merchandise and feel rather spoilt, rather wicked.

So anyway, I took her muttered "that was pretty amazing" after Wizard and I as a good sign, though she did not seem quite as starry-eyed as I was, acting like a zombie at interval. Though she did start crying in For Good aww.

Afterwards, she started talking about how troubled she felt about Elphaba's apparent lack of remorse over stealing Glinda's fiancee, Fiyero.

Glinda: "The two of you! behind my back!"
Elphaba: "No, it wasn't like that!!!"
Fiyero: "Well...actually it was."

I can see why Glinda-identifiers might be appalled at the way Elphaba stole Fiyero from Glinda then didn't feel bad about it at all. I would go on about this but i don't think i want a repeat of the argument/discussion wensi and I had about it. Let's just say that, I was blinded by my love for (Jemma Stevenson) ELPHABA, so, while Wensi found As Long As You're Mine disturbing, I found it rather romantic. Even though their relationship wasn't the main focus of the musical, Fiyero and Elphaba did change each other for good; i mean, fiyero now has exciting philosophical thoughts like this:

"It's not lying. It's looking at things...a different way." - Fiyero

and Elphaba, after her disappointment in the Wizard, can finally have the acceptance she so wished for and yet was denied for so long:

"I need help believing you're with me tonight." - Elphaba

Elphaba is just so endearing. Though I think it's enhanced by the fact that she's played by actresses who are incredibly talented singers, who get to sing amazing songs like Defying Gravity. That being said I still love No Good Deed more.

"All helpful urges should be circumvented!" - Elphaba

To move on to our cast, we had, interestingly, both standbys: Jemma Stevenson as Elphaba and Erin Hasan as Glinda. I could go on and on about how beautiful and amazing Jemma's voice is, but I won't, to spare less enthusiastic people XD To see Jemma for the second time was amazing though, I think she's actually better than I remembered, and she has, like, a really beautiful belting voice. Erin was good also - her operatic voice was quite a lot better than Lucy Durack's (from what i remember) though I don't think her acting was quite as good. Hmm. Only very slightly though. And I mean, they were both realllly good. In fact the entire cast was good. For Vincent's sake, I observed Bert Newton as the Wizard closely. He was rather amusing I must say, and Vincent's imitations of his singing were quite amazingly accurate.



I could go on and on about Wicked, but I should probably stop, because if I talk too much about how much i love it/jemma I think Wong might get a bit jealous XDDD

Remember: EVERYONE DESERVES THE CHANCE TO FLY!!

(btw i think some of my quotes may be wrong as they were taken from my memory and, as wicked obsessed as i am, i don't have the whole show word-perfect XDD)

Migration

It is far too hot upstairs, so i have migrated temporarily.



Additionally, I have changed the look of this blog purely so that I can put in this picture. The blog was too narrow for my liking, anyway...

Young Rice Sprout from the Earth

Hello. This blog has been reopened as a group blog now. Currently Wong and I are the only contributors but this may change in future. We do have a follower though (i think he is a follower of me) who is Wong.

Today I consumed some rice in the form of sushi. It was very delicious.

Tomorrow, who knows what will come? What rice will be consumed?

the rice ball's sister site is, freerice.org. you should all visit it.

Goodbye.

New Years

This was originally posted on my own blog (Wongsta's) but I thought that you guys would like to read it. 

The plan was originally to do only two things:

1 - Go to Allens with my friend to buy a bday present
2- Go to party afterwards, which was a ‘cool’ party i was randomly invited to (had alcohol, decided not to drink cause i ddin’t want to lol)

This is what actually happened
We met at Allens at (1pm). After going to allens with ying to buy the present (~2pm)I followed her home as I had nothing to do for 6 hrs. I realised her mum wasn’t home, and was going to leave as being at her house alone would be very suspicious. Fortunately Stooph decided to go to her house before the party so i had a reason to stay (she was therea bout 3pm). We mainly played…truth or dare, and watched kung fu panda for one hour. It stopped at this point because the disc was bad. Then ying’s mum made some nice pasta for us to eat(about 6pm?).

Since her brother (Matt) was going to another party, he gave us a lift to the station(about 6 something?). He thought that station was on the line to the house, however it was not, so if we did infact take the train, we would have had to change lines. However, the two trains that were going to the city were completely full, due to new years.

Some random dude decided to vandalise the train because…he was angry that he couldn’t go on it? Some great citizen, however, stopped him by grabbing his marker. I decided to get my dad to pick me up, as otherwise we’d be stuck there for a long time waiting for a vacant train. We arrived at the party shortly after (7:30pm?), but it was quite bad since we didn’t know most of the people there. I didn’t drink anything. Apprently, after we ditched the party (~10:30pm) (after about an hour) some drunk dude came along and everyone talked to him.

We went looking for coffee, but none of the good shops were open. Instead, we went back to my house for coffee. At my house (~11pm), ying decided to wear my pants and shirt becuase the dress was cold. This fulfilled the former ‘pants party’ thing i put on facebook - that there would be a party in my pants on new years(~12am)! So unfortunately, i was only able to make two people, Stooph and Ying, come. To my house.

We made omelettes (with too much cheese) becuase….no reason. We watched the fireworks, and prank called a few people. Then they went home(~1am).

What an abrupt ending.

hello.

because I am dodgy, I have decided to write a story and post it, where nobody can see it. Um, I am reluctant to let everyone know this site's url, because of all of the yuki-ness. BUT WAIT! how can I be ashamed of my UNDYING LOVE FOR HIM? it makes no sense. OH WELL!!! um. yes. the point is.......

I am going to write a story.

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Destiny Rainbow carefully adjusted her triangular arrangement of hair. She was dressed in a yellow raincoat, because it was raining, and she was carrying a matching yellow umbrella.

She was looking forward to seeing the forecasted rainbow appear in the sky.

But unfortunately for Destiny...it was not to be.

"Destiny? Destiny Rainbow? Is that you??"

A green-draped figure emerged out of the mist. It ought to have become clearer as it got closer, but didn't. Being longsighted was really very irritating, especially when one was vain and did not wish to wear glasses, and poor, so did not want to wear contacts, and also, extremely uncoordinated, and so was unable to deal with all glass objects anyway.

Destiny opened her mouth. "Um, yes, it's me. I am Destiny Rainbow."

The green man-shaped thing was coming closer and closer. What could this mean? It smelt very strange. Like burnt charcoal.

"Um...i'm sorry...who are - "

At this moment, Destiny was cut off by the sudden glimpse of a shiny greenish metal. Although she did not know it, it was a medallion with the words "[s2] forever" engraved on it, and she had given it to the man at their last meeting, approximately 7 years ago.

At that time, she had been wearing her glasses. She had managed to lose them while drinking woefully sugarless tea. It had tasted awful. The man - his name, at that time, had been Patrick - had had coffee and she had envied him hopelessly.

It seemed that Patrick had found her once again, no doubt to distract her with his frothy coffee.

Well, Destiny was not going to let that happen.

"Do you like tea?" she asked.

Patrick blinked. Was she trying to hint at something? Did long-lost loves usually behave this way? most importantly, how would she react if he stole her umbrella?

He cleared his throat. "Um, as it happens, yes, I do, and I also like umbrellas."

Unfortunately, Destiny was, by this time, walking steadily towards the nearest cafe. Patrick had no choice but to follow her. It seemed all too obvious to him that she had not yet forgiven him for putting all the sugar in his coffee. Then again, Destiny had always been a strange girl. It was possible that she had simply forgotten about the rain.

They sat down at a table. Destiny was very careful to order coffee. She carefully emptied six packets of sugar into it. Patrick stared.

...no, she hadn't changed a bit.

"So, did you manage to find a job?" he asked.

Destiny looked up and spilt her seventh packet of sugar. She glared. "No, actually, I took a course in forgery/disguise, and am now living on a retirement pension in a small cottage surrounded by cats."

Patrick sighed. Why was it so awkward? He thought of their last meeting.

*flashback*

"But Patrick, I - "

"Destiny, you have to understand. If you won't come with me, then there's no hope. I know you've always been independent but really, now you're just being -"

"HOW COULD YOU! YOU WERE GOING TO SAY THAT I WAS BEING RIDICULOUS, WEREN'T YOU? JUST BECAUSE I DON'T HAVE A JOB, I THINK IT'S EXTREMELY UNFAIR FOR YOU TO EXPECT ME TO ACCOMPANY YOU AND BE A HOUSEWIFE IN THE FAR CORNERS OF THE GLOBE -"

"spheres do not have corners."

"AND REALLY! JUST BECAUSE I DID NOT COMPLETE YEAR 10 HIGH SCHOOL DOES NOT MEAN THAT ALL I AM FIT FOR IS HOUSEWORK! I'M VERY SORRY PATRICK, BUT YOU WILL NOT BE SEEING ME AGAIN!!"

*end flashback*

Destiny emptied her cup of coffee in one swallow, and immediately broke into a coughing fit. Patrick watched her concernedly. He was aware that slapping her on the back would simply make her fall over.

He was sure that Destiny had meant what she had said, 7 years ago.

And yet......here she was now.

Could this mean something?

"Destiny......"

"*cough* yes...Patrick?"

"I'd really like to meet your cats?"

Destiny blinked. Slowly. Three times. And then she beamed. "Oh, Patrick! You're so kind! Nobody ever wants to meet my cats, ever! Truly, I'd hug you if I were not covered with sugar."

Patrick smiled. It was going to be all right. After seven years of searching and waiting.

The End

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Omg, was that dodgy or what. o_O And I've never liked the name Patrick. I do not understand myself. =='

Rice

Rice is the staple of many Asian families around the world. Whether steamed, dried, shaped into triangles, or even pureed, this amazing grain never fails to impress. (Except, of course, when mouldy.)

However, Asian people also eat noodles. I myself am a great fan of these. They are generally long and thin, and are eaten with chopsticks. This is purely a generalisation, of course.

Then there are the beans.