"Welcome to the real world," she said to me, condescendingly.

Alright. I am no longer moping. Good start. I reassure myself constantly by saying, "Don't worry, we will all be together again for English Paper 1".

I gave my facebook password away to a trustworthy friend. If the Spazmo does anything funny on my facebook, like change my default picture to a zombie, then please understand. I feel so empty inside without le facebook. I craved social networking so badly that I logged onto my Bebo. I know. My social status just dropped by like 10 places...whatever, I'm not at school anymore. THE HIERARCHY NO LONGER EXISTS!

I am now looking forward to the future and of attending the University of No Sexy Women (UNSW - I got it off Tan, who speaks from experience of course). I found out that quite a few people are heading northways to go to university (no shit, Sherlock!) and hence I don't feel as separated from everybody at school who I miss so dearly. How about we all go out and get coffee in the city one day? Probs hang out at Newtown? Yeah, future ftw.

One month from now we'll be livin' it up. I can't wait until all this finishes. WE ARE SO CLOSE! I've been planning stuff. Once I finish my Chemistry exam, I think I'm going to dance out of the hall, rub it into all the physics kids' faces that I have finito'ed and then probs head home and chillax before all those 18th parties I have ahead. Which brings me to the topic of: should I have an eighteenth party? Vote yes or no. NB: It's Helene's party, so it would most likely consist of lame stuff. Do you REALLY want lame stuff?

Hurlstone Class of '09 is the best

I shouldn't be blogging. Ah well.

We finished school this week and I've been feeling down because I didn't want anything to change. I admit that I was really excited about uni and about meeting new people and moving on from adolescence...but gosh, the last week has been such a blast and when Thursday came, I couldn't help but cry my heart out. Man, I'm such a loser.

Before last week, I was pretty set and focused on the future. I had my UAC preferences all planned out, I had been to the majority of the open days and I decided on which uni to go to (UNSW!) and was thrilled by the fact that in just 20-odd days I could purhcase my first legal drink. And then we had all those class parties and photos, MUCK UP DAY and boarder-daygo. Pretty much all those events embodied what High School is and the spirit of Hurlstone. During final assembly, when the school captains, our year advisors, the principal and our very capable peer mcs told us about how much we'd grown since we first came to Hurlstone, I realised that I didn't want any of it to end.

I remember the first day of high school. I was pretty skinny back then (yep, you better believe it! haha) and the school dress was a huge potato sack I could easily toss over my head to wear. The majority of my class (7I for the win!) lost their way to their first ever high school lesson - Computers with Mr. Payne in room 11. I nearly did, but I recognised a girl who I knew was in the same class as me because I saw her on orientation day, and because we were lucky enough to ask for directions from a year 12 who wasn't out to get us, we got to class relatively unscathed. That girl was Haney Cho. When we sat in room 11, we compared our 'high school book packs' which we brought on orientation day and she told me about the boarding school and how she already missed her family. She was my first high school friend =) (minus Harrington St buddies, Harrington St. Represent!)

I can't believe it's been nearly 6 years since then! I will forever remember all the good times. Especially the camps! Jindy camp was the absolute best.

I'm going to miss our year. No doubt we make one of the most loveable and capable year groups out! '09 ftw!

Should stop before I cry again,

Stoody hard peoples. See ya'll soon!
Helene

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