EXTREME CATCH-UP Part I

I've been MIA since the 27th of November, and it's now the 15th of December, so I'm extremely sorry to the two of you who are regular readers of this blog. For this comeback post, I've intended to just recount some of the exciting events of my life as of late. I'll try to be more concept-based as opposed to "and then we did this...and then I did that..." to maybe gain a bit more of your interest, assuming that you are already interested to start with.

Wog Parties

On the 4th of December Duckie invited me as a +1 to his friend Bianca's birthday party. The theme was 'Diamonds and Bling'. I actually have a growing ring and necklace collection (I've been getting into this whole accessory thing because people cooler than me seem to) and my forgetful self forgot to put on any of this bling for the party. That didn't mean I wasn't gangster though.

The Omnoms all G'd up

The get-together was in a very nice community hall in Ryde (which surprisingly isn't that far away. All this time I thought it was an hour's drive from the humble south west of sydney) and it was as wog as a wog party could get. It featured the best cannelloni (I had to google how to spell that, it's a shame I spelt it wrong on Bianca's card) I have ever tasted! It was also the first cannelloni I have ever tasted! Bianca's Nonna, Nonno, Mama, Papa and countless aunts, uncles, cousins, nieces and nephews were all there and family spirit was really brought out when the wog music came on and they did their wog dances. I've seen wog dances on TV, I've even watched them from afar...but I've never been a part of one before. Bianca's mama had her arm around my waist and tried her very best to coordinate the tall asia. It was pretty cool.

I've decided to split my blogs into a couple of parts just out of resentment of google chrome. I had something 6x this written out and it was just very heartbreaking when the window closed and nothing was saved! Gosh, even I annoy myself with my stupid problems.

Hope ya'll are having a good holiday, stay tuned for more extreme catch ups!

Helene

conversations are best on benches

alright so i've neglected the blog for a fair few days, i'm sorry. my last entry was on november 18 and, if i remember far back enough, i might be able to document what has been happening for the last couple of days since then.

Friday 19th, Saturday 20th, Sunday 21st of November

I don't think that much happened during these three days, other than finding out whether or not one had supps. For those not UNSW based, or just don't know what a supp is, it's a "supplementary exam" for a subject in the circumstance where one failed only by a small amount, and has shown a solid effort across the semester in terms of attendance and performance. My heart was racing when I checked the supp list and because I'm not on it - I've either passed or failed so miserably that I didn't deserve a supp.

Monday 22nd November

A generally tame day. I woke up early to get tickets for me, duckie and panda to go see lupe fiasco. I was up for a pretty stressful couple of minutes once the clock hit 9 (i.e. when ticket sales started) but, much to my surprise, tickets were fairly easy to get. I don't even think the show's sold out yet. I'm a bag of emotions in regards to this, because yes, I easily got tix to see my main man live, but i've also realised that not many people share the same feelings in regards to him. He's never been mainstream (and I'd like to keep it that way, because i'm a hipster, lulz) though I'd like to see him get at least some more recognition for his work. Tickets to Lil Wayne sell out within a few minutes. Something is wrong with the world.

I don't think I got up to much during the rest of that day...all the days seem to bunch together into one now.

Tuesday 23rd November

A very nice day spent with an old friend. Sarah and I decided to see what all the fuss was about regarding the new pitt st mall/sydney westfield thingo so we trekked out to the city for a nice day out. Sarah decided that, because she is waking up so much earlier these days, that it was a good idea to meet at 10am. Boy, did we regret that decision. Haha the first thing we said to each other was , "ugh! too early!"

We caught up on uni and exams and holidays and boys and everything. We went to eat yum cha and it was there where we learnt that we are not very adventurous with our orders. My usual is the dumplings (sieu mai and ha kau i think they're called) and that rice noodle thingo with prawns. I pretty much eat a couple of servings of that and I'm done. It was very much the same on Sarah's end. We're not too good at this yum cha thing.

We did a bit of shopping and I bought a heap of shit. I finally got my hands on the new kid cudi album and I have to say it is slightly disappointing. I've given it about 7 listens and there's some really catchy stuff, but it's just not as deep as the first album. It's very slowed down and mellow, good for a chill, but it didn't take me on a journey like the first one did. Cudi aimed for it to be a concept album, what with the five 'acts' it is organised around, but it just didn't hit it for me. There are some tracks on there which are very impressive though; particularly REVOFEV and mojo so dope...and maybe it doesn't deserve all my criticism, because in the end, I did thoroughly enjoy it. Time to take my music critic cap off.

I bought a very beautiful maxi dress from sportsgirl as well - not the one i posted up before sadly, but a very nice one nonetheless. They were having a pretty crazy sale, 20% off already reduced items! oh my gahhhh!

At the end of the day Sarah went home a bit earlier and I waited around for duckie. He had a couple of exams on that day and I took the train home with him. Duckie has a very special exam technique - let's just say it's very duck-like - which makes talking about exams with him quite different to the usual, "oh my god i can't believe i answered it like that i'm going to fail". It's actually quite amusing but I'll leave it to duckie to comment on it on his blog :). He's a very charming waterfowl so every bone in my body says he didn't fail.

Wednesday 24th November

Duckie finished his exams this day so I shouted him dinner for being such a good waterfowl. Duckie initially wanted some red rooster so we ventured to the one at edensor park (?). I get mixed up with my suburbs. Unfortunately, they were closed for the night so we took a bit of a look around. We decided to eat at maccas (the old dependable). Duckie was still hungry though so we set off for KFC! Unfortunately they only had chicken wings left so we actually ended up going to a different maccas to buy the new popcorn chicken rip-off they had. I bought a mcflurry for toad. Wow we sound like fat bogans.

Thursday 25th November

I don't remember anything that happened this day. I think I pretty much spent it catching up on marking ze homeworkz of ze children and I'm pretty sure Duckie came over as well, just to keep me company.

Friday 26th November

Another big day. I caught up with a relatively new/old/i dunno friend, will. I met him at the start of the year in my maths tute - pretty much the only class I didn't have with Sharon so I was forced to make new friends. Haha that's not to say that he's not good company. We slowly realised that we had the exact same timetable on our fridays and it was just good to have someone to share food with during that big block of classes.

Duckie offered to drive me to the station in the morning and I told him that he could come over a bit earlier just for some chill time. I swear I've had a bit of Duckie in my daily regime ever since holidays started hehe.

I missed my first train to the city so Duckie bought some lunch and just sat with me on a bench at the station and we chatted. And so this signals the first reference to the title of this blog. I've been dying for some good conversation lately from everyone I miss - whether it be quick catch ups, joking around or maybe even something a little deep and meaningful. I did talk quite a bit to sarah during our little date but none of it was on benches - although there was a particularly nice exchange over a table in a food court with our boost juices in hand. I've found that just taking some time off and sitting on a bench to talk can be very rewarding and is actually very fun.

Duckie made sure my heart was in the right place and saw me off when my train came. I spent the train trip just looking over my teaching notes for the night. Damn children. I love them but I hate them so.

Will messaged me to say that he was shit hungry and that he regretted ever asking to have lunch together. I just told him to man up.

I actually navigated my way out of the train station and to the woolies in front of town hall very efficiently, which I thought was quite the feat considering I have no sense of direction, especially when I'm in the city. Saw will and hurried off to lunch at the food court beneath myer on pitt st. It was crazy packed and we found a little corner on the end of a table already filled with people. It was a tight squeeze - which might explain how I spilled will's lunch all over his pants. After a good laugh and him restating his regret of asking me out to lunch, i apologised and he said that everything should come out in the wash - that's what washing machines are for.

He showed me the frisbee he had in his bag and insisted that we have a couple of throws at hyde park. I unwillingly agreed, seeing as I was in a skirt and still pretty full from the maccas I ate (yes, maccas again). We got there and realised we still needed to process some food, so we just, cue reference to title, sat on a bench and had a nice talk. The trees were acting as a good wind tunnel and I was a bit cold, so we moved our asses to a different bench in the sun and continued to talk. We covered everything - what we wanted to do with our lives, what our parents are like, how uni was for the year and our love lives. There was a man with a leaf blower near us and will deduced that he just donned on a fluoro orange shirt and went about his day trying to annoy people with hayfever. I thought the man's intentions were more golden, saying that he just wanted to spread the debris over the entire area of hyde park, as opposed to just one spot. There was a couple doing their wedding photo shoot and it was very cheesy to watch.

We finally took the frisbee out for a couple of throws and will was glad that I didn't end up hitting him on the head. I had work later on in the arvo so I decided that it was time to head home. We walked to town hall and wished each other a good christmas and new year's and I was just in time for a train. I know our meet-ups are few and far between, but I think he's a friend I'll keep.

Went home to have dinner (eagle boys pizza, yeow! it's a wonder why i'm not fat yet) before heading out to teach. We covered the distributive law and harder distributive law in class today. I emphasised so many things so many times. Hopefully the class will bear some fruit this week in their homework.

Duckie came over after I finished work and I caught him up about my day. He's such a good waterfowl friend to me and we just kicked it duckie-swan style as per usual.

Saturday 27th November

I was supposed to cover for Linhstylez at the centre but she got The King to take her class instead. Duckie came over for lunch (chicken and tomato rice, duckie's favourite) and offered to drive Hannah to meet up with her friends at Parramatta Westfield for some Christmas shopping. Duckie and I figured we might as well spend the time exploring Parramatta town as well and 're-enact' the time we bumped into each other, lulz. We got there pretty unscathed and parked on the roof. Then we saw Hannah off and decided to go off on our own little tangent, telling Hannah to meet us by a quarter to 4 in order to avoid parking fees and to get home at a reasonable time. Duckie and I headed to outside of the shopping centre and it was truly a beautiful day. The sun was shining and there was just an upbeat feeling to the town. We bought a boost juice and just, cue reference to title, sat on a bench and had a chat. The juice nearly went up and out of my nose once or twice when he was recounting some of the antics of him and his friends during his high school days. alex ngo...and chris kiss. are best friends...forever more. It was lovely just sitting there and enjoying each other's company. We went into a cash converters and a strong sense of nostalgia was evoked when we went through the CDs available and saw many hits of the past. There were kazoos and swords - the works basically. I came out one dvd richer - 'Love Actually', you are finally mine. and for five dorrars too!

Time went by pretty quick and we needed to go back into the shopping centre to meet up with hannah. Saw the little tyke and were aiming to get home by about 4:30. Confidently walked to the parking lot (we remembered where we parked this time!), got into the car, started the engine, attempted to put the car into 'drive'...and failed. The Duckmobile's dashboard was just dead and the gear stick (i think it's called, i don't really know, don't judge me) refused to budge from the 'park' position. After a lot of frustration and hitting the dashboard, we decided to call the nrma. It was a good while before they came and 'fixed' up a broken fuse (i think it was? i don't know the specifics...). Thanked the nice nrma man and proceeded on our way home, only to have the dashboard shut off once more on the road. None of our signal lights were working, nor the speedometer or odometer for that matter...the CD player was working however and, come to think of it, it was actually a nice ride home using our arms as signals to merge lanes and to turn left or right. we had urban tunes pumping and everything.

Duckie dropped us off and drove his car home, knowing that if he decided to put the car into 'park' that he could not get it out again until he fixed the fuse. He came over with his sister's car later on in the night and we had some dinner and hung out again :).

Sunday 28th November

Woke up thinking that I was going to take a 6 hour marking shift for Son, but realising he already got someone to cover for him as well. I really apologise to the fam bam who I couldn't go camping with :(.

Planned Sharon's little birthday dinner and 7 of the peeps were there that night at the woodfire pizza place pretty much down the road from my house. It was a very nice evening, we caught up on things and it was really nice seeing Sharon in her holiday mode. Before the dinner, Duckie came over to help me make Sharon's cake and he got flour all over him! The peeps decided to head to bowling straight afterwards but, after much deliberation in the car on the way there, I decided to go home just to look out for the grandparentswans. I'm sorry duckie for being such a hassle :(, but thank you for understanding :).

I think that's it. That's all thus far. Man I can't write anymore. I'll go now.

Helene

catch up

hey all,

this blog will just be a quick review of the last couple of days :). just a heads up though, i'm going into this blog a little bit blind as to what to write. hopefully i come up with something substantial.

i'll start with where i left off last time - ready and raring to go to the neil finn gig. After Duckie had a job interview at uni, he came over to pick me up for a night at the seymour centre with the beloved frontman of crowded house. Duckie was still in his interview clothes and seeing him all dressed up in a tie made swan giggle. he looks very handsome.

we went to duckie's house for a bit where i ate half a mango muffin because i was a bit hungry and duckie changed into his concert clothes. that muffin was bloody fantastic. i even asked where he got it from. i must attain the recipe for this muffin and at least attempt to remake it. i know there is a great chance i will fail completely but there is also that slight chance that what i make will actually be edible, and i am willing to take it.

so we headed off to lidcombe station and played the 'he will have his way' album during the trip, skipping the sleepy jackson's rendition of 'better be home soon' each time it came on. every time i try to give that cover another chance, i end up being deeply insulted by it. darn sleepy jackson.

caught the train to redfern where we got off and, after many failed attempts, orientated ourselves to the direction of sydney uni. we stopped at the first cafe we saw to have dinner. i forget the name of the place but i highly recommend it (how helpful). it's a little indonesian joint and the lady who served us was just so welcoming. Tan Nhoooowun ordered a traditional indo dish but i couldn't look past the chicken burger. it was a lovely dinner and the lady even gave us directions to the city as well as a link to see the recipe of what duckie had. we are such humble customers from south west sydney.

we walked all the way to the seymour centre. it was quite the trek and there was a lot of back-and-forth wandering and all-around-lostness but we made it - just in time as well! we took our seats and 3 minutes later neil finn graced us with his presence on stage. that man is such a beautiful creature. he did the show solo, something i think would require guts and a whole lot of talent. hehe i may talk him up a bit because he should be used to performing solo pretty much every weekend, but that man engaged the audience in a way no other band or solo artist i've seen has ever done before.

he did sets on the firefinch and the piano and poured his heart out in all his songs. not only did his voice never fail him during the set, but you could tell that he was singing the songs with the same emotion and meaning that he had when he first wrote them. artists write songs and realise how naive they were later on in their careers, but neil's earlier songs - the ones he wrote with split enz - carried the same amount of depth as the original tracks (maybe even more depth...acoustic versions are always more heartfelt). i think duckie even shed a tear.

after a standing ovation for mr. finn, we started heading home. seeing as it was late on a wednesday night, it was decided that we would walk to central instead of redfern. the lights and buzz of broadway did make me feel much safer than if we made our way to redfern via those very dimly lit streets. we bought a slurpee - our first one of the summer - and made attempts at drinking it on the train home. it was a grand night.

other than that, there is not much to report on the happenings of my past week. i took on a couple of more shifts at work just covering for other teachers who have exams on. one of linh's classes was subject to the training session for the newbies. i actually thought sir was coming in and critiquing me with all the newbies so i nearly shat my pants. they took over the class one at a time and sir offered his advice and explained his own methods of teaching. it was very refreshing being in a classroom where he was up the front explaining things again. not to sound cheesy or anything, but it kind of gave me a better direction as to where i wanted to head with my teaching. i really need to reprimand some of my children.

and so ends another blog entry. i think that's all i wanted to say, seeing as i didn't know what to say to start with. hehe i am reading books again so hopefully this will mean more coherence in my entries!

Helene

list of things to do in the summer

Seeing as this place is where I'm going to be storing some of my thoughts during the summer, might give a bit of a preview of what I intend to do during the summer.

1. Get fit again. I know, this is a task common to many - so common that it might be deemed boring. Gosh, if I asked someone what their main aim for the summer is and they answered with "get fit" I'd tell them to get a life. The sun is out, you are young, go have fun. But seriously, I've been feeling like quite the old lady recently. My back aches for no apparent reason. My board writing arm is not in a very good condition and even though I've lost about 4 kilos since the exam period started, I really don't think it's healthy. Need to eat right gosh darnit.

2. Read. I've kept a book list since the demise of the HSC...and I've only read about 2 books from this said list. Which reminds me, Bhavya still has Perfume, I must take back this beautiful book soon. Blog, remind me later. I started reading about 2 pages of In Cold Blood a week before uni officially began this year...haven't touched it since. Middlesex and Everything is Illuminated are also on standby for book-reading time. I need to learn how to form proper sentences again and books will help me do it.

3. Get a tan. Go on, make the joke, you're dying to I'm sure. "Oh Helene, you already have a Tan! LOLOL. Sine over cos!" It really just translates to heading to the beach. I literally turn into a different person over the summer - my skin tone becomes 50 shades darker than my usual winter paleness. I just want the carefree feeling that comes with going to the beach. It's always been my perfect day out. I always have fun at the beach.

4. Get to know Hannah again. She's turned 13 and she feels like a stranger now. So many boyfriends, so little time. I'll try to be less annoying when I'm talking to her and maybe hear her out some of the time. Gosh they turn into teenagers and all of a sudden this big wall just comes up around them.

5. Catch up with old friends. I haven't seen Spaz, Ann, Sarah, Susanna, Andrea, Kimmy Luu, etc. etc. (if you're included in the etc. I still love you) in an absolute age. Wonder what they're all up to now. Really can't wait to be filled in with all the hot goss that's been going on in their lives.

6. Go to the ice-cream joint with my Duckie. There's this gelato place in our neighbourhood and it's absolutely our little secret.

That's it for now! Maybe put some more things to do up soon...gosh I should really plan my blog entries out before I leap into them half-heartedly at weird hours of the night.

Helene

beautiful holidays

So I finished my exams on Thursday 11th November. I'm actually quite glad I came out of this exam period alive. There were times where I just needed a really big and warm big, but alas, we pulled through and now we have the whole summer ahead of us!

I'm not one to talk about exams after they're finished (I mean, why relive the pain?) so I'll just say that I'm glad I finished my first year of uni, hopefully unscathed.

Uni itself had its ups and its downs. It did offer greater freedom and an "I do what I want" kind of attitude, but the hours of my degree aren't exactly ideal. First semester was a really big smack in the face. I left my physics study pretty much to the three days before the exam and yes, that kind of backfired. I thought I had renewed motivation for second semester, but turns out uni likes to just screw you over the majority of the time.

I have to admit I kind of like the stuff we're studying though, I can actually give a bit of insight into the workings of the eye. The other day I explained to amanda pants how polaroid sunglasses work. Obviously everybody wants to be my friend now.

Enough about uni. I've had a pretty glorious last couple of days. After the omnom peeps and I finished our exams on the thursday, the weather was looking mighty fine and, because every uni bus seemed to pass us at the bus stop where we waited, we really contemplated just walking to central. Of course, we got on the next public bus that came. Haha, I think it would've been a little bit of an adventure if we had walked to central. Either that or we would've complained a fair bit of the way because it was stinking hot. Everybody was just exhausted from the two exams in a row (vision science and optics! the killer two!) so we just decided to each go our separate ways and head home. I'm not exactly sure what I did that night. I think I just watched really bad television and ate a lot of icecream.

On the Friday my Duckie finished his exams and he waddled on over after I finished work. It was a really nice catch up considering our only contact during exam period was via very mushy emails, text messages and fleeting msn convos. We watched Harry Potter and he propositioned the idea of playing the part of Harry himself. There are many, many ambiguous lines which should have been exploited in that movie. And seeing Harry played as an apathetic, annoyed and kind of stupid persona is something I would really like to see. The fact that JK Rowling was able to come up with such 'magic' and 'make believe' has also brought up the question of whether or not she is a 'user'. Many stupid trains of thought were acted out and it was a very nice night, bar some other things that really don't deserve a mention.

On Saturday Duckie had an official 'End of Exams' party for the third year omnometry cohort. Lots of food was swallowed into our bellies and lots of fun was had. I really do enjoy hanging around Duckie's friends. I'm usually very shy when I'm around new people but I guess these guys have just seen me around enough to no longer refer to me as 'Tan's girlfriend'. I can have a nice conversation with his friends without the presence of Duckie, even though the presence of Duckie is something I really like. Duckie brought the gee-tar out and we had lots of sing-a-longs to many Crowded House favourites. I did a bit of rapping, which I will not elaborate on. Father Duck drove me home and, not to sound arrogant or anything, but I really do think they like a Swan in the family.

Sunday saw some more action-packed goodness with a trip to Newtown with Panda. Because there was trackwork we met at Cabra station at around 10:30 and took the first train that came. The whole trip was pretty much improvised, because we really didn't know how the buses were working to compensate for the trains. In the end, "everything came up Milhouse!" (we used that phrase too many times during that day) and we got to Newtown very efficiently. Again, it was a very hot day and the streets of Newtown were buzzing with activity. It was a really nice atmosphere to be around, everyone was chill but there was just a greater amount of chill people there on that day. We checked out a couple of stalls before deciding that we wanted something 'light' to fill our bellies. I suggested some nachos and we went straight to Corelli's for some nacho action. We ordered fruit smoothies and bacon nachos and it was a very nice meal coupled with a very nice conversation. I find myself comfortable when she watches me eat. That is very rare and the signal for a true friendship I think.

Bloated and very limited in our movements, we trekked down to the park where the Newtown festival was actually held. We made it just in time to see Guineafowl belt out some tunes and I can say that the more I see and listen to this band, the more I like them. They are just so cheery and down to Earth and their music is beautiful and poppy. It was simply perfect for that sunny day. There was this kid who was very much like Occar and he stood right in front of Sam (the lead singer of the band) and simply smiled, too embarrassed to bust out some moves. That kid was just adorable.

Then we decided to explore all the stalls. We tried on many hats and accessories, obligatorily asking each other, "Are we cool yet?" after the said thing was tried on. Amanda bought a little accordion and that instrument is totally rockin'. We quickly met up with some of her friends at a cafe afterwards for some chill time and headed home. Thanks to Steeeeve for a ride to the station!

Got up and had a bit of a day yesterday as well. Woke up fairly late and was contemplating going to the basketball courts (it was kind of sprinkling). I had decided that I might join later on for lunch seeing that I had missed the buses to cabra, but Darren texted and said that he was around my area anyway, and that he'd probably be at my place in 5 minutes. I was actually in the middle of a shower when he, minhchau and michael got to my place and it was a very hurried rush out of the shower, into my clothes and into the car. We decided to bum at Lynda's place (which is huuuuge) for a bit before we headed out to Cooks Hill. Played some mario kart on the Wii and all those facebook pages are right. If I fall off a cliff, that's pretty much the end of my campaign on that game.

Cooks Hill failed to disappoint. It's the 'old dependable' in my books. Duckie came over for a bit later on in the night. He reformatted his computer so all his 30 day trial games are back up. We spent a fair bit of time playing 'Wheel of Fortune'. Very enjoyable watching a little Duckie win some big money in that game.

Went to bed early and now I'm here, still in my PJs and so really basking in the nothingness of holidays. I'm really excited about going to see Neil Finn tomorrow!

Wow that was a long entry,

Helene

i subscribe to a lot of fashion blogs, and usually this blog is about ya know, real shit, but just figured i'd be a bit materialistic today and post up some things i've had my eye on for a while now...

1. sportsgirl 'peaches' maxi

i just really want a pretty dress i can wear throughout summer and i've had my eye on this one for a very long time. it's a bit pricey, but hopefully it'll be a good investment :)

2. Kimchi Blue Pleated Suede T-Strap Skimmer

I'm in the market for some new shoes for the summer and these just seem to be perfect and bright and lovely. I've always wanted red shoes as well so yes, i get giddy at the thought of one day owning these.

3. The Accessory Company Tribal Print Cotton Kaftan

I just want a kaftan I can wear over my swimming cosi at the beach! i really like this one from the accessory company. it's so warm and summery now i can't wait to get my hands on something like this so i can wear it every day.

so that ends my material needs list. i will post more meaningful stuff soon.

hey all,

so it's 11pm on a friday night and i'm (or moreso, i was) enlightening my mind with a bit of optics (such is life for an optometry student). guess i figured i had enough of the day and decided to do something therapeutic - blog entry-ing.

i had my psychology exam today and i suppose it wasn't as bad as i thought it would be. i heard from sources (who will remain unnamed for really no particular reason, i just wanted to use the phrase 'who will remain unnamed') that it would consist of ultra-mega-jaw-droppingly-difficult questions. i distinctly remember the source saying, "oh last semester they asked what this disease was called and had alternate spellings in their multiple choice answers!" there was really nothing of the sort in the exam and i guess they just wanted to 'PSYCH' me out (geddit?)

moving on from boring exam stories and horrid puns, a train of thought that has been plaguing my mind of recent is 'change'. no, not change as in the coins you find in your jean pockets after taking them out of the wash (i'm not hatin' on them either, i find them a very nice type of change) but change as in changing of oneself, or, more specifically, myself.

maybe doing psychology as a subject has spurred this sudden introspection, but i really do question whether i've changed in the past couple of years of my life. hey, maybe i've come a long way away from the narrow-minded, needy and very very insecure self i was in the past, but has my way of looking at things changed at all? i've always been a person who has lived by a clear set of morals - something i think is mainly due to the big T-man - but it's hard to tell whether or not i've really grown into myself as a person. i guess i'll sort this out by the end of this blog.

something a wise dude has always told me is that, in all the years that he's known me (he's known me since i was 12), i haven't changed one bit. sure, there were the awkward haircuts and the hormones and the growing up and the whatnot...but my personality, my outlook, seemingly, has never changed. i recall wanting so badly to break free and totally become a gangster dawg yippity yo, but even though i was exposed to all this shizznizz (heck, i pretty much live in the ghetto) i never really turned to it. why so? maybe it's the way i look? i never see any tall gangsters around... or maybe i've just been predisposed, since the beginning of my life, to be this way; shy by nature and heartbreakingly optimistic sometimes.

i've always wanted to change little nit bits of myself as a person. and not the girly, "ooo i want bigger boobs" sort of change (although they would be nice, they're also a nice type of change). i've always wanted to be more confident, funnier, easier to get along with...you know, come to self-actualisation at some point in life. it has been a desire of mine to come into a room and make friends with all the people with a story to tell and just...be fun.

i'm such an awkward person. and i'm so sleepy, i'll continue this soon perhaps?

Well that was a complete lie

So I thought that, at the start of this year, I would make a greater contribution to this ol' blog of mine because, well, I thought I'd have more time. Trying to juggle everything was very hard during the first year of uni but I think I've (nearly) come out of it a little wiser. I mean 'nearly' because I'm actually smack bang in the middle of my exams as I am typing this out. On a different train of thought, maybe the sole thing spurring blog entries is my need to procrastinate...but I digress.

So I've come to a very early new year's resolution. I will aim to blog at least once a week, every week, for as long as I see it fit to keep a blog. I used to have a diary in the form of a word document I kept under wraps with a very technologically profound 'password'. I was 10 when I started this said diary and, due to lack of posting, I have forgotten my password. The thought that my 10 year old self knew how to put passwords on word documents is also quite off-putting for my old and technologically inept present self. That diary, however, did not hold much worth in terms of opinion or actual substance; it was actually a place where I would write about my present crushes and how my day went at school. So I'm hoping that the revamp of this blog (note the blue background and new font) will bring about a new chapter in my memory-recording life. I really do want something I will be able to look back on to maybe cringe at, but also to help me relive many moments I deem important in my life.

So this is a new beginning, and by the end of exams maybe I'll have something more interesting to say.

Helene

wassup, gangsters!

Reading over past entries is like reliving embarrassing moments of my life. I am so glad I did not know what a blog was when I was 12/13.

I've been reading because I've been looking for inspiration on what to write (i'm an old dog that cannot learn new tricks). Turns out all my prior blogs have been about how much of a bitch the HSC is or how annoyed I am at Hannah for distracting me from studying.

So I've decided to blog about something new, different, exciting. After all, I AM THE FUCCHAAA.

Lol nah, I'm just gonna blog about uni.

Uni life is alright so far. It hasn't reached the "OH MY GAH I GOTTA STUDY" point yet, although I'm pretty sure that chapter is coming up very soon. The timetable is okay, bar the fact that I do two times the hours of some other kids. Though having said that, my timetable actually looks pretty cruisy compared to quite a few others. Poor Michelle Yam has 9-5 Thursdays WITHOUT ANY BREAKS. I pity the poor child. Jason Ford has 9am-9pm Wednesdays. I've named them so you can send them your love and sympathy.

UNSW is a nice place to be...though I've been to Usyd and it does seem much more relaxed and less...like asia... Meh, I kinda like the fact that UNSW is a little messed up in its own little way. We have signs on the back of toilet doors that recommend not squatting on the toilet seat. We are saving the international student from himself. Oh God, I am so not pee cee.

I have all my classes with Sharon (or shazzy dawg as I like to call her) and I've come to realise how efficient we are as a team. We get shit done quickly man! It's like we share one mind. Oh dude, if I had a dollar for every time one of us has said, "Oh, I was just thinking the same thing!" I'd be one very rich woman. So rich in fact that I wouldn't need Tan's pin number.

Ah, I should go back to doing some chemistry,

i'll continue this later dawgz,

Hope to bump into some of you guys soon!

well look who's come crawling back

whenever i have work i procrastinate like hell, so i decided today that i would do something semi-productive during this time.

gosh man i haven't posted since the hsc ended.

uni began two weeks ago and it's been a-okay so far, but i sure do miss high school. whenever i see a hurlstonian on campus i latch on like a little parasite and feed off their hurlstonian goodness. nobody else understands what we represent.

aw man it's late. i'll continue this blog later dawgz.

helene