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Yep, that pretty much sums up what ive been up to for the past last week of this wasted holiday.

If it wasnt for my human figure, i would’ve been mistakened that i was actually a cow quite easily. Because thats what holidays are all about- being a cow and grazing through-not freshly grown grass- but a whole pile of crap and shit while tapping away at the laptop.

After failing to Harry Potterfy with Tina, Yuyan and Jeanie, of all my asian decisions, i decided to go to the cinemas with my brother on cheap Tuesday to view…..HAPPY PLOTTER I swear, all the people that were running up the street and barging past (through, in my case) the cinema doors, were all wanting to get HP tickets and prayed to their almightly souls that the were still tickets left. And i was so damn right. The cinema we went into were jam packed with barely any good seats left, so me and my brother had to suffer enlarging our eyes and squashing our heads as far back into the seat as we possibly could to avoid squashing our noses against the screen coz we were that close <– that, ladies and gents, is an example of hyperbole. Thats what english extension has done to me for the past few days.

STUPID ESSAYS!?$>$@#!!%$^%. Of all the forms of english writing, essays are assassinators. THEY’RE DEADLY. They clench at your heart and whisper curses into your ears at night, saying, ‘HORHORHOR, YOU SHALL NEVER SEE THE SUNLIGHT TOMORROW-because you’ll be stuck in the fracking house until you finish me off-and thats IF.”     

Back to HP. I cried. I actually teared up. Not because the awkward man in the pinstripped suit’s perfume was that strong that it killed my eyes as well as my nostrils and lungs sitting next to him, but because THE MOVIE WAS ACTUALLY DEPRESSINGLY AWESOME. And i loved every bit of it. But, wtf, Ginny+Harry=awkward couple? in terms of the plotline in the movie. To me, it was sort of like, boy suddenly finds best friends sister attractive with just the greet of a hello, girl guy fall in love madly the second time they see each other with nothing else what so ever, then KAPOOOSH, they moosshy mosh. Maybe its my lack of Harry Potter Book knowledge to even know the indepth chemistry of the both, but wtf why am i analysing this shit. Sorry to spoil any bits of it, but you’d probably know by now anyway from the up-close and personal view of two heads that were about to collide together and meet at the lips from the HP trailers.

PHOTOSHOOOOOTTTSS. I was so lucky enough this week to make famous people feel more significant and feel better, not that they needed the extra attention  born face stapled with the word PHOTOGENIC-BEAUTY

BY making them feel extra grand and significant, i mean: browsing the net and looking at random photosoots from famous models/celebrities to beautiful anonyamous yonks. i actually sat there wishing, what the hell, WHY CANT I BE BORN TO BE A BEHIND THE CREW SCENE PERSON OF SOME SORT… The location-director, PHOTOGRAPHER, hair n make up artist, COSTUMING, WHATEVER. The fascination kills me.

As for my D&T project…im way behind. I mean WAAY, far far away land behind. I have the reel of fabric, patterns, film, sewing machine, lace…that’s about it. WELL SAY HELLO TO STRESS,MESS AND FAILURE lurking in the far distance three weeks from now coz you aint going no where Barramundi. SHIT IM SCREWED. Essay is also going at snail pace so, im twice the double screwed with everything. (well since this entry has lagged in publication, i actuallly have finished my essay- only to find out yesterday or so, that i forgot to add in THEORISTS…so im screwed anyway. Im off to cry now, good bye)

So you spent all night doing nothing, end up sleeping dead late at night when the crickets are singing to MJ, wake up randomly because your bladder is about to burst, go back to bed, wake up a few hours later with Mr.Morning saying hello when it only felt like three minute sleep and think oh shit why the eff did i do that for and then go to take a centre-of-the-sun-hot shower…ONLY TO FIND YOURSELF DROWNED IN NITROGEN-BURNING-COLD-WATER COZ THE STUPID WATER HEATING SYSTEM I DONT KNOW FAILED TO DO ITS JOBBBB…?! Well thats what my stupid Monday was exactly like-shit and shat.

As previously stated, i was going to get a haircut- which i got today. But faaarreeey meeee…my hairdresser was away, so i had a different laadaay, which happened to be the boss/manager or whatever which made me think, ‘oh, if she’s the manager, maybe she’ll do better..’ But NOO, was i hell wrong about that.

And when i say, JUST A LITTLE, i mean just a little. But my ‘just a little’ meant ‘PLEASE SNIP OFF A LOT AND MAKE ME LOOK EXTRA CHINESE (according to my brother) to her. And so…i look that extra ‘Chinese’.

Of course everyone has had their own badhaircuts time (if you havent, then you must be bold) so i’ll just let this one slip through my fingers and enjoy the rest of my holiday days with cold feet and cold pinky fingers and hiding my head under beanies until my hair grows back into a horse mane. Sounds like a plan to me! I’ve even bought a gangarh leather jacket, french beret, scarf and bag at Salvos the other day to accompany my rocker chinese transformation lmao.

And LOL to the little five year old girl along with her two other sisters happily singing to Lily Allen’s ‘Not Fair’ playing in the background of a clothing store that i happened to be in.

TODAYS BLOGG?

Speaking of clothing, LOOK oo:

Piece by Jean Paul Gaultier-as out there as it gets, I LOVE IT.inspiration to D&T: FILM

inspiration to D&T: FILM

Jean Paul Gaultier’s winter Haute Couture made my eyes literally open and go wow. USING FILM to create an entire piece has inspired me and driven my brains to nuts generating ideas constantly and waking up to the thought of a new design every morning at 6. Now i need to collect rolls and rolls of old film (used). How often do you see the designer coming out to their finale with an ice cream? That’s a classic laddayys and gentlewarts!

 So im going to spend this wednesday, inside, all moulded and grudgy while the suns out when im trying to get hw and all that shit done and out of the way so i can join Cynth on Sat to GLEBE. However broke i am oh, almost forgot too…HAPPY PLOTTER OUT TODAY (ROFLS edit: i was MEANT to type, HARRY POTTER, but seeming how funny it was to me that literally made me LOL, im going to leave this typo error on publish to prove how retarded i can get ) and im not out at the cinemas like all the rest and coming out afterwards, wishing they had magic every single time they have tempestuously watched a HP film.

Harry Potter and Ron's long lost twins join the army

He's just here to make my blog hot and spunk in contrast with the dull background

From all the thoughts and decisions IVE FINALLY CREATED A BLOG- another blog that is, of all my previously failed blogs ive deleted or abandoned which are still floating around somehwhere on the internet. Now that im staring at the letters im punching into this blogsite, it still seems very foreign to me, as noob as i can get, wtf is a dashboard it’ll take me time to make this my friend.

And i never knew creating a domain name for my blog would be so hard after i sat and stared at the laptop screen for almost half an hour. Thankgod i flicked through Frankie Mag to whip out one which totally does not reflect on what i think i do blog about LOL

LET THE HOLIDAYS BEGIN

Last day of school was okily dokily, despite the gloomy clouds that hung over our heads in attempt to pee all over the school. And what more of a better way to end second semester with a school Talent Quest gah..although The Ameteur’s didn’t make it (Up for it next year guys? we’ll be more armed and ready than ever this time round hopefully LOL) it was frunkingly awesome to watch YAH. I wonder how many people from the audience went back home that afternoon and pretended to be Abel rocking out on their air guitar or doing a full guitar smash trash thing to the rockiest song they could possibly dig out on their ipod…COZ I KNOW I DID :O

Starting the holidays with a whole saturday out in the city…HOW NOSTALGIC IS THAT? And eating Maccas and subway infront of the harbour being surrounded by evil seagulls trying to invade my person space in attempt to seize hold of my turkey&ham&everysaladonthemenuplease-subway-roll-smothered-in-some-disgustingly-nice-sauce-that-i-randomlychoseblindlyanddontknowthenameof. AND I MUST SAY…if anyone does go to the city, i STRONGLYRECOMMEND THAT GELATO (gelatoismo?something mo) SHOP RIGHT NEXT TO IMAX- they have ferrero rocher flavoured ice cream D: which i fully stuffed my face in because it was that good. Now that i’ve made my keyboard all wet, i’ll STOP RIGHT HERE. Oh yeah, to much of my disappointment, i wasnt able to find a ’second-hand’ drum kit at a poshy music store that was effing awesome. i Guess i’ll hit ebay soon enough and actually find someone who would be willing to have POSTAGE covered? i almost walked straight back out when i stepped foot in as soon as i saw the set of four to five digit numbers.

I’m seriously in need for a hair cut, i feel like a horse with a mane that hangs low low low low…so its snip snip tomorrow. I should probably not bumm out so much like i am right now, considering i have a huge stash of homework and assignments all waiting to be thrashed out by me.