bradley thinks the title of the movie is racist, and now that he keeps pronouncing it in an Aboriginal accent, i am seeing the gist of it.

anyways. as you have probably all hearrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrd. yuyan and i had like the biggest fight in the entire cabramatta.

cynthia: GIRLS DONT LIKE BOYS, GIRLS LIKE CARS AND MONEY
yuyan: what?
cynthia: BOYS WILL LAUGH AT GIRLS WHEN THEY'RE NOT FUNNY
yuyan: ...
cynthia: bro, i've had enough. im going to go mosh with old people now.
yuyan: THE GIRLS WITH THEIR BODIES AND BOYS WITH FERRARIS?
cynthia: .. you are soooooooooooo weird.

so thats how it went down.

anyways, i think we should all force yuyan to continue blogging, i know i will. we can called it the 'FORCE YUYAN TO BLOG CAMPAIGN', has a ring to it doesn't it? rrrr-iinnnnnggggggggggggggg. we can take it outside (to wordpress land) if its more comfortable for her. yus great idea.

okay well tootles poodles.

hello everyone.

not to be rash or anything, but i've decided to move to pandora. bye guys.
so yes i've been hit by the AVATAR epidemic. my cousins took us to watch it today at reading for 15.50 which is as we call it here in australia 'a bloody rip-off'. (that really had nothing to do with australians). to add to that, i hate 3D glasses because for some insane reason the left side is always a little foggy.

edwina: hey is it just me or is the left side a little blurry?
cynthia: omg, you are so totally my sister

~ EPIK HI FIVE IN MIDDLE OF CINEMA ~

 quite frankly i didn't half care the storyline was cliche and some of the lines were pathetic. all i could think about was dancing amongst the colourful scenery and flying through floating islands. all i can see right now are blue people. okay not really.

you know what other movie i like. pocahontas.

sometimes, it takes a significant event to bring out the best of people.  sometimes, it takes something really big to act as a catalyst for the revelation of people's true emotions - all those that are hidden under all the 'i don't care about you' attitude that people give.  then once all that is over, everyone goes back to their own selves, like nothing has ever really happened, like they're too shy to have revealed that softer, more emotional side.  the side where people expose their vulnerability. 

i never realised how much we take things for granted.  i've become so much more conscious of every little thing that i do, but at the same time, i realise that unless you experience something yourself, you will never truly understand the full limitations of not having something that you never really thought twice of before.

i really can't be bothered anymore.  i feel so drained.  i don't have the energy to keep going to school for another week.  all i want to do is sleep, sleep, and more sleep. but at the same time, i don't want to.  i feel like if i sleep then i'm missing out on a chunk of stuff that's happening.

this has been a really crap year. the year hasn't even ended yet, but i can feel more crapness coming along. and i'm so not ready for it.

 

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