Hello last.fm!

I'm in the midst of state exams at the moment, but I couldn't resist the temptation to post. I have received a number of requests to publish something in my journal, even though no one bothers to comment - hence why I assume no one is reading, which is why I don't post. It's all very cyclical, you see :P

Two questions were looming on my mind as I wrote this in May 2010.

1. Having just encountered the most misanthropic individual who served me at the local supermarket, I started to wonder what the life of a…

Dearest you,
You have a gargantuan propensity for procrastination and you are the Crown Prince of Stupefyingly Lazy. Ironically, you spend longer in the bathroom than I do and yet your hygiene practices still remain questionable - your room a health hazard; the world's cesspool of sudden death and olfactory rape. I avoid lending you money like THE PLAGUE because you have no intention of paying me back. Nine times out of ten, you buy pointless crap. You refuse to spend money on anyone else but yourself.

Example: Your first date with your horrible ex-girlfriend was situated in your crappy…

Dearest you,
The lessons you have instilled within me upon seventeen years of instruction cannot be rewritten in one year, so please don't be afraid that I'll change. I have a feeling that the more I ridicule you about how pathetic your fears are, the more you believe them to be true.

Trust me on this, please! I adore you way too much to leave and never come back. In fact, you are the part of the reason why I would choose to stay, only because I can't bear to see you miss me.

You have always believed in me…

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To a son and defender of the beautiful game, my Bundesliga superstar.
I often like to daydream that I could call you my own. All of you - your physical rhythm, your grace and air, that I could be the catalyst for your every smile, that I could embrace every inch of your 5''7'. Alas, you are the property of Germany.. and the unwitting recipient of my adolescent adulation :D

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To a studmuffin (all those cupcakes have nothing on how cute you are).
I wasn't even looking when you graced my life with your presence. And then…

Dear you, best friend:

If I punched myself in the face for every time I got angry at myself for not making proper contact with you, I'd be a permanent installment in hospital, along with the crappy fake flowers and the disinfectant.

The trouble is, you'd probably be in the ward next to me, cracking your stupid jokes and that grin that I've always found so hard to resist. We've both been to emergency before, we know the situation well. We operate - defibrillation for our broken hearts, lobotomies for our addled minds, dresses for lacerations.
Nothing like hospital retail…

HELLO LAST.FM!
Gosh, I've realised that it's been a ridiculous amount of time since my last post - more than a year, in fact! Can you believe it? I've really missed writing stuff here.

Something cute that you should all see:

Unlike everything else that I stumble upon on tumblr (which I absolutely hate. Blogging for people who can't find words to say, thus supplement with "shocking" pictures, quotes and bullshit), I found something rather interesting on a friend's page.

It's called 30 Letters. Each day, you write one letter addressed to the following people, like so:

Day 1 —…

I'm sick of the abundance of super-boring music questionaires on last.fm! I try to write in my journal every month, but instead of talking about me, let's talk about you! Besides, there exists no one who doesn't like talking about themselves.

So, here's your chance! Answer the following in any way you like.

Oh, it works if you're a little bit bored with some time on your hands. Some of the questions require a little thought ;D

I don't expect you to answer them all. If you're feeling lazy, choose a question from each of the sections, or skip…

The first three days of senior school have been completed and now that it's the weekend, I'm begging for mercy, wondering where my 6-week summer holidays went!

For the overwhelming majority of you who don't know, I'll explain. The schooling year in Australia starts in late January and ends in mid-December, as opposed to the September to June/July in most parts of the northern hemisphere.

There are four school terms, each separated by a 2-week holiday. Each school term runs for 9-11 weeks, and my major holiday is the Christmas/summer period, which is 5-6 weeks. All up, that's…

If I could be surgically attached to an electronic device, it would be my PHONE. I'm no SMS junkie, but I do enjoy chatting on free Vodafone minutes, mainly because my dad is on contract with Vodafone as an IBM systems analyst and he has committed a cardinal sin against his offspring, of which he does not intend to redeem himself with an act of penance anytime soon.

Being the stereotypically cheap evil asian he is, he has played around with the custom settings of my account using his Vodafone permissions, and since 2004, I have been living off an…

So, I graduated junior high school today! It's really not that special because I don't actually change schools like you guys do in Europe. It is, however, the end of my basic education, and about 25% of students across the state drop out of school after finishing junior high and getting their School Certificate to pursue a trade.

Not for me. I intend to do Years 11 and 12, do well in my Higher School Certificate examinations and change the world. Ooh, the pressure.

For security reasons, I can't show you the actual certification and all the really cool insignias…