Could you whisper in my ear?

So today a freight-train decided to have an accident on the Caboolture line. Thank you. I got to take a rail bus from Caboolture to Petrie station, deducting 10 minutes from my dawdling time. So by the time I got at Central I had to uber-fast pace my way to the bus stop - and as we all know, Central wasn't too smart with the placement of the bus stop, 700 metres away. I just made the Griffith shuttle bus, so I didn't miss my lecture. I wasn't too fussed though, lecture attendance isn't marked.

Although, on the way to the city from Petrie, I found it quite ammusing watching commuters trying to get on. It was literally jam-packed. But I guess the somewhat big guy couldn't get the hint. Now, let me emphasise how small the space he was trying to get in was --- I wouldn't have been able to stand there. But this big guy tried, and he tried, and he got pushed back outside due to all the squishiness. And he refused to think it had anything to do with his stuborness, but the commuters already in the train's lack of trying. Stupid man.

What was he doing getting on the city train from Wooloowin station anyway? The particular train was meant to run express, but they made it to an all-station train. Therefore, people shouldn't have been wanting to get into that train from that station as the express skips it.

It was fun to watch commuters give up on getting on the train.

Stupid freight-train.

What's my age again?

"I hope you included the Nandos condoms. They're just regular btw. very disappointing"
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Effective Writing was made somewhat more entertaining than the original standards by passing notes. It brings me back to junior high. No wait, I don't think I ever really passed notes. Grade 7 we all knew the alphabet in sign language so we'd slyly communicate by slowly spelling out each word, failing to indicate spaces. W-H-A-T *funky hand gesture* A-R-E... etc.

Three days since the living room

I realised it's all my fault but couldn't tell you
Yesterday, you'd forgiven me. But it'll still be two days 'til I say I'm sorry.
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So today's the day I hit the two year mark with Daniel. It is kind of like aging a baby. "Oh yea, my longest was originally 18 months but now it's two years." He got me Eureka 7's manga and some awesome necklacey thing =D Great times.

I had this urge to hug you, closely. Right in your arms. And just stand there, holding you.

Nothing lasts forever.

I'm sorry I can't be perfect.
No it's just too late, and we can't go back.
I'm sorry I can't be perfect.
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It's amazing how much junk I have on the top of my closet, underneath my clothes and in the shelving inside my closet. There are photos of Janice from where we use to post snail-mail after grade 7. There is also an unfinished letter annoucing my immature, amatuer, pathetic love to Chris; I wonder why I didn't send it (23/Sept/07). Poems I wrote in 2006 remind me of my old conscious. I found the red little bear from when i was nine and visited my dad in Perth. I found my favourite butterfly from Maccas when I was God-knows how old. I found my old magic kit with my self-colouriing book and magic stick. I also found a Kinder Surprise magic trick - a disappearing star! There's a thing that's meant to go on the back of a car seat that held all my colours for when I drew on the backseat...

Good times.

Chapter 3. Levels of Analys...

Thank You

To the kind male who gave up his seat for me even though I was a few people in the aisle away from him and there were other people around him in the same situation as me.

It made me feel like you bombed the seat and I would die.

Until you cannot breathe at all

I like to listen to songs that relate to my current feeling.

We got into a fight because I yelled. Just because I yell doesn't mean I'm angry. I always yell and yet he seems to make out like it's a rare thing, and I shouldn't yell at him. So he left me there, crying, bruising my knuckles against the wall. What a wonderful boyfriend.

It's pretty funny

I notice that I'm always around you

But is it hating, loving or just paranoia?
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I soaked up a hankie today. I guess that's an accomplishment of some sort. My bin's full.

Today was hard. I really can't do what I tried to. I spent an hour sitting, or lying there, wanting to try. There he was, waiting to hear the offical words. I guess I can't say the exact words, but it was clear when I said:
"Well, you can be like Barney Stinson now. I'll buy you the Bro Code."
Because we all know Barney Stinson had a serious relationship before he turned into a male that succeed with 100+ one night stands. Go Barney.

But yes, today was hard.

My eyes hurt.




I should probably point out I have no intention in watching this anime.

"The dangers are real during sudden storms"

According to high school, the rules and regulations were set in place to prepare us for university. They punish us for lateness, leaving without permission and tell us they have the right not to let us go to the toilet. I understand those things would be bad during an exam, but evidentally it doesn't matter in university. People arrive late (maybe it's a leigh-way for first week), people skip lectures, people leave suddenly, have their mobiles go off and go to the toilet whenever they feel like. The lecturers don't seem the least bit phased.

Then again, this is only first-week observation.

*Silence*

I clearly choose the best university. They give us free condoms sponsored by Nando's.
Today was fun. Both of my lectures finished an hour early, and I think that'll be the case with effective writing for quite a while now - apparently no one stays for common time. I have no idea what it is either. I may stay for it next week to see what it's like.

With more celebrity news

Typical bullshit views.
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Oh, Stuff is Messed up by The Offspring may forever inspire me with my Journalism course.
Today was my first day.
Yay for me.
And so far I've seen a woman Dwyer (yes, that's possible) and my tutor is Tasha Jobson (brekky on B105 for you silly, unknowing people)
Looking at my International Relations course outline (and some of Social Science) I've come to realise how thankful I am for doing Extension English.

Tonnes of Marx theory. Freak! I should've done that instead of Feminism.

I met two girls and realised Amanda was in two of my lectures. Good day to you blogger, a system we will cover in styles and genres in journalism

Jack and Jill went up the hill to fetch a pail of water.
I don't know what they did but they came back with a daughter.
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In a way, this is how I feel.

Ohhhh, hear our song

Disagreement: your significant other can tell you not to talk to someone and you should follow through.

This is ridiculous and certain people keep bringing it up. "Why doesn't Daniel care you're talking to him?" - "Because he's just that awesome." That saddest thing is when her boyfriend tell her to stop talking to someone she likes hanging out with, she does. Since when was it boyfriends before friends (vise versa)? The sayings are, and always have been: bros before hoes (chicks before dicks). I don't want to lose a friendship because my boyfriend has a hissy fit over them. And thankfully he doesn't.

In other news.

Some guys I know *hints* play video games way too much. So I admit, I played Dofus for consecutive hours for most of my day back when I was 14. But I had no life then, and nowadays Dofus is boring - it hasn't really changed. And if it does change, I'd probably complain. And Wakfu just doesn't work on my desktop, which is a disappointment as I had the close beta key and everything. But I think it's open beta now. ANYWAYS.

Guys (and some girls) seem to play games way too often. I get bored of video games so easily nowadays. (Mainly because Zak still has my Gamecube controler, so the Sims isn't that appealing anymore and because the TV makes Rachet and Clank way too dark even though I've adjusted the settings in practically every possiblity. And Grand Theft Auto just doesn't like me.)

This blog is going no where.

-Rage quit-

Death age = 91

$380 on seven first-hand books. Good deal? I think so.
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I start uni on Wednesday. Scary - not really.
I kinda feel sad. I want to talk to someone and they're not there.
Looks like Janice is my substitute nowadays. Go Janice *Thumbs up*

You can run, you can hide

But you can't escape my love.
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So I have a current annoyances, and I'd thought I'd bitch/rant here. Blogger, you're the only person who ever listens to me <3

Anyways. Julius (obvious name change. It won't make sense unless you do a lot of Kevin Bacon back-track of relations.) won't reply.

Hmph. Boys are lame. I've tried to contact a gajillion of that species today and not one as replied/picked up the phone.

I guess it would be nice if I could touch your body

I don't think people realise that it's hard for me to help them deal with their problems. Especially the strongly depressed type. I'm not saying that I don't care. But what do you do when it's an online conversation and the other person is talking about self inflicting themself? It's not like I can reach out and grab whatever weapon they have in their hand. I would love to.

It seems words aren't enough though.

You tell them how wonderful they are and yet they still want more. I'm not lying about what I say either, because I know that won't help.

It's an unfair situation to be put in. When they talk about wanting to kill themselves, what exactly are you meant to say that'll stop them?

I remember I was relationship with someone like this. The only reason I got myself involved that way was because that was the only way he wouldn't kill himself. I know if sounds stupid, but I cared enough for this person to stop him, even if that meant getting too close. Each time I tried to end it though, he'd use the "I'll kill myself" threat. I stayed. That was until I found out he wasn't even capable of cutting too deep. They were just papercuts. So I left him. I tried to stay friends with him. But he's too agressive.

Another story. My old best friend and I were being douches on webcam and then suddenly she starting cutting herself. I told her to stop. I was really concerned. She fell off her chair. I didn't know her house number to call to make someone see if she was okay. She got back on the chair and started laughing, telling me she pretended to faint. This really annoyed me. The cuts were real though. She really was depressed and the way she liked to take it out was to make others worry.

What I'm saying is I have no idea how to help someone when it comes to those problems. And I feel I have to help, otherwise why are you telling me? I feel like I have to watch what I say, otherwise they'll take it the wrong way and 'hate life' even more.

My heart's beating fast.

Holding on to feel the same.
*Guitar solo*
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Today at orientation day I learnt that Griffth Uni - Nathan offers a variety of things. Here's what I remember;

1. Teachers strip just before they start the lecture
2. We have jumping castles
3. And clowns
4. We have book lists >_>

Anyways. Lets me go back to my confusing situation

I'm sorry. I really am. I wish I was man enough to tell you.

I don't think about it normally. It's only when she brings up a topic on the lines of "if my boyfriend ever cheated on me I'd dump him straight away."

I doubt it though. She's way too attached.

Fun with Dick and Jane

So I haven't posted on here for a while now. And now it comes to a time where a lot of ideologies squeeze together into my mind where I cannot think clearly anymore.

1. I feel that couples who need to know where their significant other is all the times are either clingy or untrusting. A key ingredient in a relationship so happens to be this very trust they seem to be lacking. Does that mean their relationship isn't completely 'perfect' as people assume relationships can be?
2. Once your best friend gets a boyfriend, what you say to her is repeated to him. It's not a nice thing, because I didn't want him to know what I told her.
3. I dislike being told that I was this when I was actually that. Being accused of things they made me do isn't fair. You walked away first. You didn't acknowledge me on arrival. I was invisible for a long time. Nice.
4. Blah. I forgot everything now thanks to Fun With Dick and Jane. Nice one.

Great Valentines Day today, right? We went to Aussie World, played some mini golf and went swimming when we got back home.

Yesterday was Haru's birthday, which I spent up catching up with Janice. It was rather fun. The crepe was delicious.

Last night was Courtney and Guy's 18th. It was great fun. They played in slime, cracked a pinata and limboed it down to the ground. The cake had edible rocks and was like a Hawaii island. Nom, nom, nom.