I don't want to !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

When I

DON'T

want to

play a

bass piece.

I

DON'T

want to.

-Dancers, musicians, all have confidence. So have more confidence in yourself-

Poo you.

Mufti

I think I've had a fear

of school mufti days

since

year one

when I came

to school in orange

on the wrong day.

Tomorrow is a Halloween Mufti.

-Witches cackling then being eaten by their black cats-

Mr Toad

Hahaha.

Inconsistent blogging

Reminds me

of poor

Toad.

-the wind in the willows-

Too lucky

Wow.

How lucky

and ignorant

am

I.

Cocooned in

a world

of

opportunity

and

so much freedom

I am

entirely

ignorant of

the situations

most of the people

which I share this world with.

-Recorders remaining upright in the presence of a clarinet-

Lazy

Seems I post just as much on holidays

as I do during term.

I hate you homework!

Why oh why oh why?

-Phones self-dialing for amusement-

.

Have you

ever felt

as if a

really good friend

just wasn't

that good anymore?

Like you

used to be

two perfectly fitting

puzzle pieces

but somehow

the puzzle pieces

have gotten grainy

and the fitting parts

just don't fit anymore?

-Ballerinas dance off cliffs with a cigarette in their mouths-

Holidays!

The holidays

are finally here!

And I don't know

what to do in it.

What a waste.

-Reggae singers trip on their shoelaces and blame the clarinet player-

A twisted tale

The leaves sway in time

to the quite sobbing

of a jellyfish

in an inland lake.

Rainforests bloom along its sides

the cowboys riding by

with a lasso in hand.

Tigers prowl the icy wastelands

that lie beyond the rainforests,

while the psychologist consults

a grizzly bear on

how to catch fish

during the winter.

Huntsmen are rushing to

catch up to the huntswomen

with spears at the ready,

eyeing the saber-toothed tigers.

-The lollipops stroll peacefully through these landscapes-

You meet my cat!

Remember Chowder Felis?

Well,

he died when I painted him...

*sob sob*

And he's ear's had operation

after operation

but it just keeps chipping.

I'm sorry

In loving memory

of my chowder.

High

When

you

jump

on

a

trampoline.

You

can

go

really

high.

And loose yourself

in the heavens above.

And straddle your way to

sporting acclaim

in your class.

-Straddles unraveling and crashing into pottery-

Sad

Last minute rushing.

I always leave my assignments

til the night before

to finish.

I know it's a habit

I shouldn't be proud of,

but I'm too lazy to bother with anything else.

My friend's been bullied bad.

Time for revenge.

-Manuscripts cursing those who wrote them and left them at the publishers-

ARGH!

Sweaty palms

feeling nauseous

darting eyes

feeling fidgety

crinkling every piece of paper within reach

and stumbling across every word spoken.

ARGH!

Debating-

-The combination of giving
extremely posh impromptu speeches
and arguing in that very same posh manner-

I hate stages, public speaking

and

anything else that involves being the centre of attention

and improvisation all at once.

Apart from maybe when

I have an instrument in hand but

stages are still as scary.

-Knees giving way and getting a drink from the bubblers-

Sorry again

I forgot,

that's probably the third or fourth time.

Occasionally,

I just sit in front of the computer

doing nothing

with my bass in my lap.

So much homework.

I hate homework.

We already spend enough time at school,

Why the extra intrusion into our private lives?

-Polar bears lick at the ice and smirk-

Books

Good books

snare and capture you.

They won't let you go

you can't get them off.

They haunt you

and tease you

daring you to put them down.

I admit I am a slave

to these abominable creatures.

-Good books running around and chasing the unwary-

Again

I forgot

again.

It seems I've lost it.

You may say

-Yes, you have, why do I bother reading these ridiculous blogs?-

or

-Whatever, I don't care-

and neither do I.

-Cartwheels going wrong and drowning themselves-

Annoying

I find it annoying

when people

try to get as many

'friends'

as possible on

social networking sites.

It completely destroys

the meaning of friend.

Is it humanly possible

to have 954 friends?

-Popsicles carving figure eights at the local ice rink-

A slip

My mother

fell

with a thud

in the kitchen.

How very painful.

Fortunately

she came away

with only a bruised hand.

-Penguins huddling around to gossip in the winter blizzards-

Empty day

Nothing much happened today.

Card making

requires concentration

and skill

with a pair of scissors.

So does being an assassin.

-Winged horses swooping and dozing among the clouds-

Brooks

Swimming is

four times

as tiring as

running.

I personally like running

for I have no stamina at all

and I have a fear of water.

Sad to say isn't it?

-Brooks flirting with the riverbank-

Nothing to say

I forgot.

Yesterday.

I've nothing to say

and shan't say much more.

-Earthquakes snaking through crammed cities-

Excitement

I'm excited

for tomorrow

I have another of my school's

controlled and conformed "excursions"

Anyway

someone who was in my year 4 class

has passed away.

My deepest sympathies.

-Globes spinning and crashing into teachers-

We meet again

I took a break

I did not abandon this blog

now

you might be expecting

I am full of stories to tell you

but I am not.

So

you'll be hearing from me a lot more soon.

-Fairies giggling and drowning in a sea of sulfuric acid-

Growing up

I think

that as you grow older

it appears you have to remain

overwhelmingly optimistic.

-Why?-

you may ask,

because I think

as a young kid

the only thing you know about artists

is people who've had success and luck

in their life.

Famous

artists.

Not

the local artists who runs

the local art gallery.

The only thing you might know musicians

are Justin Bieber

or

iPods.

Not

the band playing at your local club

or

the music festivals happening on Saturday.

As a kid

the only things and people you know

are successful and famous

at what they do.

But as you grow older

you realise

that not every good writer

becomes

Jackie French or Morris Gleitzman.

And not every great actor

becomes

Angelina Jolie or Mel Gibson.

You can be absolutely AWESOME at what you do

but there is only one of you

and so many of the others just like you

that if you don't end up

one of the lucky ones

just know

that you're special

(trust me, I'm not trying to play the psychologist, even if you're an adulterer, murderer, thief or just plain loser, you're still special. [This DOES NOT mean I approve of what you're doing in your life!!!!!!])

and support those who've really got talent.

Not the overrated American singer

but the fair dinkum Australian guitarist.

Shadows

Some things are like a shadow

an essence

of something

but not

the real

full

thing.

Like

if you are listening to music

and your earphones are

emitting music alright-ly

That's all very well

but

if you push the earphones into your ears

real hard

then you can feel

the

full

being, the music

coursing round your head.

I sometimes think that life

is just a shadow of what to come

but

maybe

not.

You may be wondering why

I've stopped making references to my private life

it's not because my life's gotten boring

nor because

I do not wish you to know about my private life

it's just because

I don't feel like it.

-Moustaches stalking off to bed-

Sorry about yesterday

I have MANY problems with my blog.

One,

my thoughts

can't actually be objected

because I'm the one who does all the posting.

Two,

different, being different on purpose

is being attention seeking

and my blog is different.

That's it.

I just want to crawl into a hole and not come out again.

You may be thinking-

-This girl is severely depressed, she needs to see a counselor-

or

-That's alright, people have their ups and downs-

or something else.

But I don't care

because

I'm sad.

Discrimination against old songs

Have you ever heard of someone dis-sing a song

by saying something like

-That is so old!-

or

-How old are these songs?-

So

what is actually wrong with

an old song?

I suppose it's just because

it's not on the charts anymore

cos it's old

making it appear less popular

therefore not as good.

I enjoy listening to old songs

NOT

Mozart's 5th Symphony or something from the 18th century

but maybe

songs only 3-1 years old.

What's wrong with that?

Even if it was a chart topper 3 years ago

people still dis it

because it's old.

It's called discrimination against old songs.

Time

Time is a tricky topic.

Humans think they can control it by using a calendar system

but honestly

it can't be tamed

'time' as we call clocks, calendars. etc. is human made.

I've noticed

that time only passes for me

when those around me change.

So if people stop aging and I stop growing and I stay at school forever

even if it goes on for a decade

it wont matter

because time hasn't really passed for me

when no one around me's been affected.

Fortunately in reality,

this is not the case

or is it?

Doing things

Here's a list of things I like doing:

Wearing glasses' frames that are too big for me

Weeding soft weeds

Cycling

Reading articles

Writing poetry

Science without my teacher

And doing whatever I feel like

I think

That my posts' standards have dropped

And

That I'm an attention seeking loser who fails in life

-Smiggle highlighters sitting on a lonely shelf-

Estival glee

I think I suffered an allergic reaction from eating a longan (dragon eye).

This means when I eat kiwifruit and longans, my lips and throat and tongue go itchy and I get irritated skin.

Not that I eat them often.

I don't seem to like delicacies (if you call them that)

like lobsters, crabs, oysters and other seafood.

I find that metronomes make great accompanists.

Who needs the piano!

My friend invited me to go horse riding with her one day.

I feel Spring coming, in my old and creaky bones

-Jumping with estival glee, she descended upon those surrounding her-

Cat book

Today

I went swimming

my arms feel like lead weights

ploughing through a pool

and read an illustrated DK cat book.

Felt weird.

YEOW!

You finally guessed Anna.

Got subject selections

Music and Latin (and something else)

here I COME!

I want to play the saxomaphone.

-Books flying and banging into walls-

Empty sky

There were no albatrosses.

Apparently (according to me) the zoo takes no interest in albatrosses.

And

We only got three hours at the zoo.

So we didn't do much.

I did want a Tasmanian devil, they're so cute!

but they are NOT domesticated and

are NOT for sale.

And they're endangered.

I should've known better.

My brother is watching fat drunks fight each other on TV.

A.K.A: Wrestling

I told him to get that junk off the screen

He says he likes it.

Gosh, so many steroided guys on it.

I don't see how interesting it is.

And Americanised.

Fat dude sucking a lollipop?

On wrestling?

...

Raining dancing on the window panes

Chowder Felis

Today

I made other sculptures out of my paperclips.

I also lost a pair of scissors

and snapped my already broken ruler in half.

I also got to see my clay cat Chowder Felis (pronounced *fear-less*) after his frightful experience in the kiln. Hope he makes a full recovery soon.

Tomorrow

I'm going to the zoo

wonder if there'll be any albatrosses...

-Skateboards gathering dust at a skate park-

Another day

Today, I had a great geography casual. Yay!

I guess that's only because I like the way he teaches and I'm the only one in my class who can name the capital city of Finland, etc.

He doesn't make us copy out junk we don't even understand into our books like my usual teacher who I've only had two times.

Anyway, another matter to cover.

MY SCIENCE TEACHER THINKS ROTE LEARNING IS FANTASTIC!!!!

What century are we living in? I want to bash her head in. Not that she's a great teacher anyway.

So

that was my day laid open before you.

-Pens dancing over a mouse pad-

Paperclips

Well. Today. I. Bought. Coloured paper. And. PAPERCLIPS!!!!

Those who know me will know what paperclips mean.

Anyway

I'm taking up a new hobby

paperclip sculpting

Master chef mania is sweeping through my home.

Dedicated to the paperclips-

-Wires are floating down a river in their cossies-

Stages

I think I know two reasons why I get nervous giving speeches

-I'm afraid of what people would think of me-

-I'm falling asleep listening to my own speech-

Now you know why I'm don't like giving speeches.

Yesterday, I sang, and it was pretty cool up there in part of my school's Gala Music Evening.

Today, I'm working on an English task and I bought silver and black paper for it. Hoping to turn the gorilla's brain into mush.

Stars are mocking those below them.

Late Again

I was late again. I caught the exact same train. And it got delayed (again).

I'm sure quick to learn.

Today, my mum suddenly bought a new television... I was very much surprised.

Tonight I am going to sing in front of an audience.

I have a VERY serious case of stage fright so...

I don't know about how it'll go.

Dressed in black.

Experiences

Today I was late for my train.

Well, not originally.

It's just that, the train was late so there was more people than usual which meant overcrowding.

And I don't like elbowing my way through a crowd so I caught a later train. So I was late.

Anyway, today, I am filled with resentment towards a certain gorilla in my class.

I am not happy.

Vacations are strolling through a park.

I made a fresh start.

I did a title page I'm actually proud of and I redid my maths work neater and more sensible. Learning nothing in geography.

But I left my pencil case at home.

School was... like I'd never left. But the Gorilla is brattier than ever, making me will myself not to challenge it to a raise-your-hand contest.

I realise with a startling jolt that only three out of let's just say 10 teachers who have taught me for a whole semester DO NOT KNOW my name. That is a big load of bullcrap.

Eating Yellow and white eggs and ham.

School poos

School tomorrow! I dunno what to say.

Playing a marathon monopoly game with my brother... he is... let's just say... having the upper hand.

Hungry means bored and I am hungry most of the time...

Drawing jellybeans on my hand.

If you gain wisdom from staring at your belly button, it’s “omphaloskepsis.”

Dreading it

I am filled with dread and anxiety for myself (I know, selfish) because school days are gradually looming closer and closer and then, BAM! Back in the school system... oh so much to do, so little time... Lack of sleep, here I come.

A blue metronome.

Occasionally, I am struck down with longing for primary school

-Bursting out crying, I will myself to smother those feelings of longing for my primary school-

This post is beginning to sound like an over-exaggerated romantic longing.

But I really do miss it...

Comparisons

Weeding is like a maths problem

If you go at the whole thing at once, you just struggle and don't get anywhere.

But if you do it bit by bit, it'd be a lot easier

Typing is like playing the piano.

That's why I don't play the piano.

Sad thoughts

Oh, so sad! Another day half way through, then the holidays shall end!
How drastically depressing to the spirit.
Only 3 and a half days left.

Knitting squares for -Wrap with love-

A new Kite
Beautiful designs, patterns
Ready to fly

A Windy Day
A lonely park

Then

Power lines

A gasp
A dive, a plunge
Treading wearily

A look around
a glimpse
of an unknown

Then,

you trip

Nothing

I've been thinking, as usual,
-What have I been doing for two weeks?-
And I knew the answer. Nothing. Nothing much.
What a poo.
Would I call it a waste of a whole two weeks?
Not really. I did enjoy myself.
Still got another science report to complete...
What is there to say?

Eating frozen yoghurt.

I've just been sailing through some memories. It's sad... I dunno why but... just knowing you'll never relive that day.

I've been pondering over a certain question for quite a while-

- Are we the same person as we were in the past?-

Now there's a strange question with real character. You might say-

-Obviously, this blogger does not understand the question she's asking. Of course! They're the same person, with the same name, siblings, life, duh!-

Or an other random person might say-

- Strange I never thought of that. I do suppose you can change quite a bit over the years, so yes and no. Physically, yes and on the inside... not really I suppose.-

I don't mind who you choose to answer like, or you mayn't even answer like that, so long... you do a bit of idle thinking.

Loner

Well, today, I'm still a loner.

Haven't done much... just a day spent at the library, and a park climbing trees and doing bridges on grass with no bindiis. Yummy!
I'm lazy and old. I know old spinsters would probably laugh their head off if they're reading this... not likely that they are though.
Can't believe the holidays are almost gone. Back to the monotonous, boring, dull, conformed way of school life. *groan*

Clouds drifting across an otherwise empty sky.

Welcome

Ok...well, WELCOME!

To myself and random people who might just happen to see this new and inexperienced blogger post a post. Of course, I prefer it to be this way. A loner in the world of blogs...no public-speaking involved. Yay!

The fuggaboolians say HI!