I love my family.

I'm blessed to have one so large and caring.

The get-togethers are always fun: the birthdays, the Footy Grand Finals, the Christmases.

But when everything seems to be falling apart, we all band together.

And I'm proud to be a part of something so fantastic.

(Even though we're insane and loud and whenever we go out to eat together we take up half the restaurant.)

RIP Anh Nguyen, my Aunty 7

I love you very much. I hope you're having the best time up there in heaven.

As selfish as it sounds, I wish you could've stayed here for longer. You were so strong and you deserved to be around your family until you lived to 100. You didn't deserve all that pain you went through, nor did your sons and daughters and husband. We all miss you very much and we're heartbroken that you couldn't stay with us any longer.

You'll never be forgotten. To the next generations of this family, you'll always be known as the Great Aunty 7, the most beautiful and courageous person.

RIP Aunty.

Excerpts from www.givesmehope.com partly because i don't feel like writing any of my own stuff and also because these made me feel all warm inside.

My grandma is sick and can't control her body. While mentally alert, she is often treated like a child. My grandpa and I were running to the grocery store when suddenly he turned around and drove all the way back home. When I asked him why he said "I forgot to Kiss your grandma goodbye". GMH.

My grandmother has been very sick for a long time, and my grandpa is with her every day helping her through it. Then the other day she asked me to sort through her pictures and i came across a bunch of notes she saved. It turns out my grandfather writes her notes everyday telling her how much he loves her and how grateful he is to have her. he GMH.

At my college graduation everyone is allowed to take a loved one with them as they walk across the stage. The last girl to walk across held the arm of her 90 year old grandpa. As they crossed the stage the chancelor read her grandfathers name. He graduated 60 years ago but didn't get to walk his own graduation because he was fighting in WWII. GMH.

Yes, you're probably wondering why they all involve old people. I adore old people. I have my grandma and grandpa to thank for that.

"When I was a kid my Mum and Dad used to have big arguments. I used to get told off a lot of the time when I couldn't stop crying (I kept on doing those little hiccups you do when you try to stop but you can't). For all those nights they yelled at me, my Grandma told my parents to leave me alone. She let me sleep in the same bed with her and Grandpa. I love them so much. Their kindness GMH."

A diva is a female version of a hustla.

OH HAI GUISE. Been a while aye? I haven't been blogging recently because I haven't had that many things to blog about. I can't tell you why I'm blogging today though. I just got back from the Doctor's. Don't worry homies, I just gots the flu. Couple of doses of Codral and I'll be fine.

Well, I think that's about it. Hannah's away on camp so the house is peaceful and serene and quiet and beautiful and I can hear myself think and there's no high school musical playing in the background and I can take as long as I want in the bathroom. Life is sweet. She's coming back tomorrow though. Bye bye solitude.

Oh, and can Beyonce get any cooler?

Oh and also, I fell in love with http://www.givesmehope.com/.

AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY VICKY NG!

Adios amigos,

Helene

Yes yes ya'll and you don't stop

Hey everybody. So I am going to arise from the last depressing post with a vengeance. I usually don't write about that 'deep' stuff, nor do I talk about it to many people, so I've been tempted to delete my previous post once or twice. But it will stay as a reminder that I am human.

So yep, I've gotten most of my results back and we had that talk from the Study Woman (Prue). Pretty much all that is left for us to do is study. But why is it so hard? I go on the computer expecting to do my biology notes but the calling of facebook and youtube is just so overwhelming. Youtube especially. You can't even begin to guess how many anacondas I've seen eating things.

And blogspot (damn you!) and the incessant need to update the wide world about the increased degree of boredom I am suffering from. Gosh the interweb is one dangerous jungle.

I feel some guilt. I'm going to go study now. For real this time.

Bye amigos,
Helene