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Haven't been able to log into Xanga for the past week. But Mozilla Firefox finally came to use. And now I'm here. Making a Xanga-comeback. Well it's only been a month but you catch my drift.

Catching up here: Exams were gay. I think I might have passed Physics 'cause I finally knacked down and absorbed more. Overall, probably did alright. Took a limo with Christian from school to Melbourne (We're not spoilt. It's much cheaper than a maxi-cab. Yay to flat rates). Fine-dined. Went to Crown Casino and gambled for the first time and won 55 bucks. Wasn't planning on winning anything, but I recommend everyone to try gambling; It beats the arcades any day :P the next day, I woke up at 7am just to get slaughtered at my Interior Architecture interview at Monash. But hey, all my other interviews went well.

Flew back and the crew came down to my little Borneo home. I was a tourist in my own hometown but it was still a lot of fun! There was a lot of drama though because of the whole Bangkok thingo and deciding and convincing our parents to let us go to Thailand. After blahblahblah everyone decided to stay here longer. But heck, we had an awesome time! Took them everywhere: the city, mountains, islands, beaches, shopping malls, markets, orangutans, resort, k-boxing (c'mon we're in Asia), pubs, bars, lounges, clubs etc. 10 days of fun, madness and endless flow of booze.

And now, honestly, I'm slightly bored of KK. There isn't much motivation to get out of the house. Right now, I'd rather sit at home, play some Guitar Hero, bask under the air-con, glued to my laptop (with extremely slow internet), snack once in awhile. Everyone in KK is bored. The worse thing is that people get so bored to the extent where they'd end up going to watch boat races, or computer fairs, or ____. No, I'm not insulting them. I'm one of them too. It's what we do haha. Well, going to Hong Kong tomorrow. That'll be a good change of scenery!

I sound rather grumpy. Well it doesn't help that I recently caught a cold and the sad fact that I can't pass the final song on expert on Guitar Hero. Now my siblings think that Red Bull would make them excel cause I had a bit before and nearly finished the song. Ah well, here's a pic of us Pacific Islanders :P



Til then, adios amigos!

- Samuel Johnson

Well, I just found out that my mom's uncle passed away. I barely knew him. As a matter fact, I don't know who he is. I'm assuming that he was the crazy bald uncle that told me that I would grow taller than my older sister. My grandpa's sister's still hanging on. Aunt Aiko. I could never forget her. I have a shrine of origami paper cranes that we made together in the mini cupboard in my desk, along with random paper dolly, and little Japanese knick-knacks. Wait, that desk is gone, with everything else in it, since the old house is getting renovated. Crap. At least I received more Japanese knick-knacks in the Halloween package from the grandparents. I'll build my shrine from then on.

It's scary; how people disappear off the face of the earth at a random instance. I've never been to a funeral, but I can imagine it being absolutely morbid; whether it's the open coffin, or a burial, I would never be able to handle it.  Actually, I have been to one. I'm not sure if it counts but it was a school field trip. In Grade 5, we were all asked to get into a bus where we were driven all the way up a hill. We got out and went into some house. I remember his surname was Stevens, one of those big-shot people. I'm pretty sure there's a park named after him, but yea, anyway, I remember seeing his purple-tinted skin, in a three piece suit, wearing at least an inch of makeup. His hair was slicked back, like one of those Italian Mafia leaders you see on TV. It was horrible, none of us knew him personally or at all. It became a social event; even the press was there, but then again, I'm sure that's what he probably wanted.

Last night, I started thinking of things I'd do if I only had 24 hours to live. It involved in spending every cent I got, skydiving, a friends and family reunion, and calling up every contact in my phone to say my 'goodbyes'. Also, about the afterlife, whether anything now would mean anything later.

I don't want to fast forward time. That would ruin the surprise. I guess that's why we don't know what happens after death. Gives you something to look forward to I suppose.

It's coming to 12.

Halfway through. 6 more papers. 2 more weeks. Night.

Oh, how my brain swells everytime I hear that quote.

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Yes. The journey is nearly over. We've suffered enough. The countless late nights, portfolios, orals, and amounts of food we've binged. We have finally made it to the real thing. The thing that we have all feared. The thing that we've all been waiting for. The thing that counts: the exams.

Like all retarded Australian schools, you "graduate" before the exams. No robes, no hats. Just your certificate, that expensive OGG ring/tie that your parents will complain about when the final bill arrives, and that book all about Timbertop (even if you haven't been to Timbertop). I just realised that I probably should have tried to remove that black paint stain on my kilt. Oh well, the damage has been done. At least she looks happy.

Year 12 Joy. Last day of official classes. Was PJ day. And we went around school cam-whorring. Ah, good memories.

 

Had dinner tonight with the crew. Last time we'll probably hang out with each other as a group. Last time for Hayley to act like a G-hole emo ;)

My room's pretty messy at the moment. No actually it's always messy. Where did all these books come from? The only books that I actually use are the ones sitting on my desk. That's probably less than a third of all my books.

Anyway, my head's spinning. I haven't exercised in more than 4 weeks. I'm beginning to eat less while getting slightly more pudgier. Sleeping patterns have been rather strange. Always waking up at 3:52, waking up again at 6:52 and then waking up whenever. It's becoming a habit. So I decided that I'm going to head to the gym tomorrow morning. Perhaps this would cure this strange "insomniac" behaviour.

Ok. Beddybye time. Night!

 

First week of school. Not too bad. Just hectic.

Spent around 4 hours setting up my segment of the art exhibition for my art oral. I think I did something funny to my back, oh well anyway, it actually wasn't too bad. Just a casual conversation about what I do blahblahblah.

Apparently, I won the Ruth White prize for Art. I thought other people would have won prizes for art seeing that people endlessly mutter on how everything I do is done on Photoshop etc. Well, mind you, I've had hours where I've actually sat in front of the screen for more than 6 hours in one sitting. Neither am I talented enough to paint, nor patient enough to plan art pieces. It took me nearly 1 and a half months to do some ice cream sculpture and more than 2 months for some Alice book. And the painting is just embarassing! I'm thinking of burning it. Or maybe doing an art trade with it. Some pictures of the book:

Front cover

one of the four pages

side view

Hmm. Apart from that, I'm still a failure for eco and physics. Woke up at 5:12am this morning and started panicing about exams. But went back to sleep half an hour later. At least I'm beginning to panic. That's when I start working. I shall try to work this weekend.

Just finished my college applications. Just gotta do the RMIT app. Keep putting it off. *shrugs*

Got no pictures. Sis broke the cam while in Sydney and bought a plush toy seal to make it all better. The seal does make it better, though it has way too many whiskers making it inappropriate to cuddle to sleep. But still cute :)

Sleep-in-Saturdays! WOOHOO!