bye bye for good!

started a new blog, just to let you know, because this one died and its embarrassing.

not really sure what i want to do there, but here is the link!

please follow, just because you can ♥

http://think-smile-fly.blogspot.com.au/

♥

engrish.assignment.

OKAY so I'm actually quite excited about the assignments I have been given.

For S&E, we need to write a newspaper article, 4 pages long (.....what kind of news article is four pages long.......) about a current Australian issue that is causing controversy. I've decided to write about the refugees who keep coming, because EVERYONE has a different viewpoint. This will be very exciting.

For English, I've buddied up with Amy <3>_> ) We have finally settled on "Social Acceptance Revolves Around Body Image" ._.

NOW, before this, I was researching eating disorders, and stumbled on a documentary called Supersize vs Super...skinny... or something. I already forgot. But now I'm terrified of being obese D: LOL I know I know, "But Dorothhyyyy YOU AREN'T FAT...." But hey >_> I'm not eating any healthier than that elephant on the show D:

I've decided that I'm going to get "fit" by doing intensive hula hooping.

DAY 1:
10 minutes done.
Got stitch within first 1 minute.
Great.

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Oh. And I thought I'd like to mention that ants have invaded my house again. If you don't understand what I mean by "again", look at last summer's blog posts >_<" .....

found this on the net :P [i do not own this image]

the plan I had for myself.

You know, without school, I've had more time to think.
Well, numbers, for once, actually.
When I was younger, I always dreamt...
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*NORMAL FONT: THE HORRIBLY CORRECT PART OF MY THOUGHTS
ITALICS: MY INNOCENT DREAMS

When I grow up, I will be beautiful. I will be popular. I will be smart. I will have a wonderful job with all my friends and be rich. I will have a handsome husband, getting married at 25, and have my first child at 28, having many children after that.

But HOLDDDDD UP, DOROTHY!
Your time line will need to get a bit adjusted!
You wanna be a doctor? You wanna be successful?
YEAH well, that means another 7 years in school for you ;D
Don't worry my dear, -- You will officially graduate when you are 24 ^^

Oh! But I wanna be a specialist :] Be more than a GP who tells everyone to sleep and drink more water.

AHH, I see, I see. Thats only another three years. You will graduate when you are 27.

BUT! According to "my plan", I should already be married!

Too bad, by the time you become successful enough, you'll be a grumpy old FART that all the little kiddies run away from. Your life isn't your choice. Let God guide the way, and everything will be alright.

;_; But..................... my plan!

Shut up, Dorothy. You have to fulfil GOD'S plan, not yours.
*mutters* idiot...

Dorothy Luk and the Attack of the Spider

This evening, was no normal evening for protagonist, Dorothy. She was dressing after her satisfying shower, not knowing of the great danger she was in. As she usually does, she scanned the room, admiring the mess she has, but suddenly, something caught her eye.

*dun dun daaaaa*

There! A spider! On the curtain! Waiting, for the moment to leap on her when she least expected it! OHHH no no no - Dorothy saw It, and she was not going to let It defeat her.

After 5 minutes of screaming [not because of fear. ahem...strictly for scarING purposes..ahem..], her younger, taller, supposedly more intelligent sister suggested the use of fly spray. HA. Dear Jessica, fly spray is to kill flies. This was no fly. It was a dangerous spider! The great 0.5 cm tall, 1 cm wide spider glared at me as I retreated from the room. Little did It know, I was returning with BUG SPRAY.

Let me tell you about this "Bug Spray". It is in a red can. It was called All-Purpose Bug Spray. The brand is Mortein. This was supposed to be fast-killing. The can said that it would only take one spray. Perfect.

I entered the room again, strong and confident with my new weapon in hand. After some dramatic James Bond moves and hiding behind lamps and such. I stared at It, spray in hand.

Gosh. It was scarey. The legs were MASSIVE and THICK [well, as massive and thick it can get for a 1cm sized spider]. *shivers*

Aim. Fire. *spray*

AND THE SPIDER, DID NOT. DIE. Infact! It went completely psycho and scuttled all over my room. I had a panic attack and sprayed EVERYWHERE, completely making my room a toxic area. But the battle was not over yet.

I could handle one more spray. This single last spray, separated victory from ..well. defeat.

I searched for the spider once more. Gosh. The small size is problematic. I SAW IT! On my little brothers story book and under a bag. I aimed precisely. Took a deep breath of toxic air. SPRAY.

*SILENCE*

Well, I didn't really expect a scream from a spider.. But I didn't see any movement. I did not know if it was dead or not. Nor could I actually really see it. So, the only thing left to do was it stare it down for 20 minutes.

After texting my body guard who .. well, was not there to save me.. several times, I finally approached the bag and discovered............................

... *giggles* I won.

....... DAMMIT. I had to pick it up now, and put it in the bin.

Now, It's entire family is going to hunt me down while I'm asleep. I'm very scared.

I hope you all remember that I love you, just in case I don't make it through another day.

<3

winter.

To me, winter is the time where I wear jumpers to sleep instead of singlets.
It is the time where there is an increase in the need of tissues.
It is the time where the cold is the best excuse for hugs.
It is the time where the puddles always leak through my socks.
It is the time where everyone wishes for a rainy day when we have to run the 1500m.
It is the time where after a long day of school, an one-hour shower is perfectly acceptable, followed by sitting on the couch with a doona and a cup of hot chocolate with three white marshmellows, three pink marshmellows, is all that you need to make you happy.

Unfortunately, today is the last day of winter.
But there is no doubt that the cold weather will continue.

australian election.

I am actually very INTO this politics thing this year [because of the influence of Ms Vicary].

I knew something stupid like this was going to happen.
First, a backstabbing FEMALE prime minister [who isn't a mother or wife, so what exactly does she stand up for for females? neh. its just another PM.]
Then, a draw in the election.
Rah.
=_=

On the night of the counting of votes, I was doing the 40 hour famine giving up technology, so I wasn't watching TV. However, I heard my parents talking a bit and I was instantly thinking FACEPALM.

Anyways, here is a video I saw on my YouTube-ing today [look at the second previous post]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lxVHSDz1y0s&feature=topvideos

Australian Politics, Pokemon style.

tissue boxes

I wonder why there are cute fluffy ducks on tissue boxes.

I mean, sure, it suggests the tissues are as soft as duckling feathers. But who wants to blow their nose on a cute fluffy yellow duck?
Speaking of ducks...


HAPPY BIRTHDAY RENEE OW (:

sick days ~

It is so strange that every time I'm sick and stay home from school, I find myself doing the same things.
I start of with tumbling down the stairs pleading to my mother that I will be able to stay home.
I practise piano for a bit.
There's that vacuuming part as well.
I try and do work at home, to compensate for the work I'm missing at school.
Failed.
Facebook stalking and YouTube-ing for a few hours.
Drink soup. Takes half an hour to prepare, 5 minutes to eat.
Wonder what everyone else is doing at school -- does anyone know I'm missing?
Facepalm: I now know what my mother does at home. She listens to loud 80s music and watches TV.
Start blogging about my boredom.
...
OH LOOK I'm at that stage now.
If I assume that today is like all the other sick days, I will soon fall asleep.
Then I will proceed to watch Disney Channel. [lol]
Then I as my mother picks my brother up from school, I pig out of junk food.
At the moment she returns, I will innocently be reading my book. [In this case, The Book Thief]

I can't believe that happened.

So, theres this STUDENT teacher that I have, and he's not exactly in my good books, if you know what I mean. But today, [rawrr] did this scenario add to my reasons why dislike is perfectly acceptable.

As an innocent, help-needing student, I raised my hand to ask a question, like all students should.

"Yes, Mrs Foo?"

*brain explodes*

-sigh-