Meh, a followup.

What do you mean, I've got homework?

*throws tantrum*

I don't wanna~!

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Sigh, I guess I gots to do it anyways. Sorry Bellsie, I lie - I'll do my bucket list another day, I'm just not in the mood right now.

If anyone's interested, I gave Boy 3 a telling off today. Not before he touched my breast, again.

I brought this little fact to his attention, and he passed it off as an 'accident'

My reply?

"Funny, because it happened last week too."

He didn't have anything to say to that. Insert satisfied laugh here.

I then pointed out that these little 'accidents' coincidentally happen a lot more around him than when I'm around other people. Coincidences, eh?

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I'm being sarcastic. Of course it's not coincidence, and an 'accident'? How dare he pass it off as such!

Well, after our little talk he made the same old promises, it won't happen again etc etc.

The worst thing? He admitted to being aware of his inappropiate behaviour towards me - both physical and verbal. Ruddy nerve.

Ruddy. Nerve.

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You know, this stress is actually having adverse affects on my health. Lately I've been getting headaches and I've been feeling grouchy and tired around other people. Tracing back on my body's timeline, I was fine before all this trouble!

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Right, this is the last negative post you'll hear from me about him. I'm wasting precious time and energy by devoting a modicum of my brain power to dissing him. He's just not worth it.

~Shining Sunlight~

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Happy Corner: Did you know that 'ruddy' is British slang? I always use the word, but I was curious and  looked it up a while ago. Isn't the internet awesome? ><

Definition:

rud·dy  (rd) adj. rud·di·er, rud·di·est 2. Chiefly British Slang Used as an intensive: "You ruddy liar!" (John Galsworthy). Notes: (intensifier) bloody; damned a ruddy fool [Middle English rudi, from Old English rudig; see reudh- in Indo-European roots.]

Boy 3.

Christ! Boys are so irritating!

And they call girls hormonal?!

I have three friends who are boys at school. Well, whn I say three I mean that there are lots more, but I'm just talking about these three.

Boy 1:

-Considerate of others.
-Hetalia and Vocaloid loving/borderline obsession. (like me~!)

Boy 2:

-Isn't afraid to play-tackle with me.
-Can be serious and respects personal boundaries when need be.

Boy 3:

-Always has something witty to say - not always necessarily something nice.
-Has to find an excuse to touch me and be by me at every opportunity.

Last week I swear he brushed my breasts at least once in conversation. However, it could be passed off as an "accident" (note the inverted commas) so I've opted not to make a fuss about it.

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Speaking of which, another boy I know came up to me and poked my boob the other day. Needless to say, I was pretty mad and chased him round the school screaming 'pervert!'.

What's with boys and mammary glands? They're obsessed by them!!!

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Anyway, as you can probably see I tend to hang out with Boy 1 and some girls, and I talk and mess around with Boy 2 often.

With Boy 3, however, I can't get away from him. Urgh.

But he can't even be pleasant to me in my presence, or out of it as a matter of fact.

Two, yes count them: TWO of my friends have told me that when I was sick one day and away from school, Boy 3 made a comment in Music class on how nice it was that the annoying me was away today and wasn't sitting next to him.

I'll have you know, jusqu'à bâtard serré, YOU sit by ME, and if you think I'm annoying, you can piss off to the other side of the room and go sit with Mr. Jones, your imaginary friend. Perhaps you'll appreciate his silence more than mine.

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If you're really desperate to find out what jusqu'à bâtard serré means, you can stick it into Google Translate.

But anyway, I'm speaking with him tomorrow and telling him in no uncertain terms that if he doesn't clean up his act I'm disowning him as a friend and he can sod off.

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He happened to bump into me on the weekend when we were down the riverfront, cooking a barbecue.

This particular barbecue-machine-whatnot was a public one that you have to press a button on the side of it to activate it. When it's on, a little red light appears down at knee-level so you have to crouch down to see it.

I, wanting to have some space from him, walked over to the barbecue to check on the food. Predictably, he followed.

So we were talking amicably enough, if you don't count the fact that I was talking about Hetalia nonstop to him just to piss him off, and he was wondering if the barbecue was still running.

He crouched down to check it and of course had to hold my (bare) leg to keep his balance. And if he stroked his fingers up my thigh a little as he stood back up, well no one was to know, eh?

Wrong. I noticed, just as I always notice.  PS, I was wearing short shorts, if you were wondering.

Anyways, me and him are having a little talk tomorrow in school. Basically because i'm sick of his petty, and slightly obsessive, behaviour. And when I say little talk, I mean a ruddy long one.

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Thing is, Boy 2 buddys up with Boy 3, and they tag-team tease me. I got mad today because they spent a half hour simply insulting me, from the moment I stepped into their view at the start of school. They didn't even say hi, the first thing they said was some annoying offhand comment about something or other.

I said as much to them and for the rest of the day Boy 2 was suitably chastened, doing little things for me and not teasing me any further than good-natured ribbing. But bloody Boy 3 stubbornly remained the same.

It was only in the holidays that we'd had a big fight and he'd apologised to me: Ahem~!


"I'll ask you before I so much as touch your arm,"

"I won't call you fat or generally insult you anymore,"

"We won't fight again, promise!"


Funnily enough, we've had several of these "promises" (once again, note the inverted commas) over the years, and every time he conveniently forgets about them. Sheesh.

Yes, tomorrow there will be words.

~Shining Sunlight~

Been WAY too long~!

Wow~! Look how long it's been since I last posted~! How outrageous ><

Or as my cousins often say, how scandalous~!

Yes, it's that time of year when all of my extended family decide to fly over to Oz-land and intrude on our generosity. But really, I'm just joking because I love them to BITS and they're the coolest cousins in the world~! <3

Plus they have a pretty awesome English accent. As a result, my accent is sounding less Australian and more English, but it's barely noticable. ^^

And they luuuuuuuuuuuurve Ashes to Ashes - an amazing English TV series of which my family has the entire three seasons worth on disc. Ah, wonderful days of Ashes to Ashes marathons. And yes, we've already finished it before we holidayed to Fraser Island.

Fraser Island - it's really quite beautiful once you get over the paranoia of wild dingoes and vicious dropbears. By the way, the latter is only fictional.

Or so they claim.

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So much has happened since my last blogger post~!

I decided that I want to travel with the school to Vietnam and build schools, teach kids etc etc. (I'm not even old enough to drive and yet I can do all this?!)

I got back into drawing and writing, which is really good because I was actually getting kinda worried about my apparently declining creativity skills.

What else? Oh, that customer sneezed on me at work. Snot all down my arm - delicious.

Also, I screwed up an order at work. I haven't screwed up an order for 6 months, and yet it is for this person I screw it up for.

The person in question is a personal friend of mine, a grade higher than me in school. It was his birthday party and so the table had bordering on 20 people at it. I took all of their orders, frantically scribbling down tallies on a way-too-small paper and - - -

Yeah. I screwed it up. Gave them 2 or 3 Pad Thai 's instead of 7. Urgh.

And now he won't look me in the eye at school. I saw him and was like, "Hi ____~!"

Then he kinda looks down at the ground and mumbles something in return. How cruel~! ( --.--)lll

So I'm very angry at myself, but I guess I can't change anything now.

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Bleurgh, this post is starting to sound really negative, but I'm in an extraordinarily good mood! How queer~!

I like that word, 'queer', it's been too long since I last used it. Along with 'zeal', and 'fictitious'. They're pretty cool words! ^^

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You know, I've been really sick the past week or so, but I'm better now. Mostly. Not withstanding any remaining sniffles, hoarse throats and nausea.

But I'm cool. Spread it to all my friends and family, but I'm cool.

~Shining Sunlight~

Work Stuff! Yahoo!

Wow~! I was up at 9:30am today - is it yet the end of the world??

I've got school on Monday, I'm not looking forward to it . . .but then again my Aunt, Uncle and two cousins are coming over Monday evening, so I am looking forward to it . . .

Anyways, I feel that I haven't updated this blog for a little while so I'm going to update it. But I think I'll mostly talk about work in this post.

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Did you know that every person I took an order from in work yesterday, I made them smile and/or laugh? Isn't that a good statistic!

I had a group of people a few days ago who were really nice, and I spent whatever time I could spare (because it was relatively busy that day) making sure I catered to their every whim~! And when they left they said I was "extraordinary" and "awesome" - no joke! Makes me really happy! :D

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Unfortunately, the next day there was this really weird woman . . .looked kind of snobberish. She had botox-swollen, lip-gloss smeared lips, and this orange sludge - makeup, is that what you call it? - slathered over her face in copious amounts.

So anywho, I put first impressions aside and smiled, etc, sat them at a table. Then I bustled over with some plates, cutlery, menus, water - you get the picture - and I noticed that her partner was sniffling and snorting and wiping his nose, so I assumed he had a cold. Everyone has a cold these days, it's just that time of year.

And I asked him politely if he would like any serviettes (sp. ?), but the woman answered for him (of course, because life isn't that easy).

She was all like, ". . .this isn't Maccas darling, we expect serviettes . . .is a restaurant, should be a given that . . ." and you get the picture. In fact, she kept going on about it after I nodded and answered in a very controlled and polite voice, "Of course . . .it's why I'm offering . . ." etc etc - but she kept going on about it!!

I swear she had this sneer on her (orange) face. Urgh. Then they just up and left 10 minutes later, after I'd set everything up for them and been extra nice and all that. All I did was offer them serviettes because the guy had the sniffles!

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Ah well, you get those people. It's all a part of life's experiences, like it or not. But then you get those nice people, who say "Thank-you sweetie/angel/honey/gorgeous/insert other pet name here" everytime you talk to them.

There were these two guys, maybe in their late 20's, and a kid that were waiting for takeaway together. Since it wasn't busy that night, I made sure everything else had been done for now, and went over to inform them on how their takeaway was doing. Well one thing led to another (not in that way, you perverts!) and we got talking on how I'm from Wales. You know that really really really long name of a Welsh town (Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch)?

Well we were laughing together over it and they were trying to get me to pronounce it. Then they persuaded me to lend them a 20 cent coin ("We'll give it back, promise~!") and started playing finger footy between themselves.

I had to do other stuff by now, FYI: this recount happened over the course of half an hour, I talked to them while I was cleaning tables etc so don't think I slack around~!  :)

Anyway, they were lots of fun, and by the end of the night they'd taken to calling me their "Welsh goddess". But not in a creepy, stalkerish kind of way, you know?

I think it was really enjoyable to talk to people without having to worry about age/gender/nationality gaps. We just talked about stuff we found we had in common - I recited tales about Wales and Welsh culture, and they regaled me with stories of their past Aussie childhood.

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Hey, did you know 'snobbery' is a word! I should have put that sign out in front of the restaurant when that lady was there.

"WARNING: Snobbery in progress"

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You get it? "Snobbery in progress," like "Robbery in progress"? Though that was quite witty myself.

But then this is coming from the person who often gets high on her own jokes~! XD

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Meh, I'm running out of stuff to talk about. The world has come to its end. Most definitely. *insert epic air guitar motion here*

~Shining Sunlight~

P.S. That "Most definitely" phrase is a tip of the hat to a certain movie . . .I don't think anyone else has seen it, but Emma has heard of it.

Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure?

It's the thing that our SOSE teacher had on her shirt the other day - Bill and Ted stood next to the TARDIS and The Doctor stood next to Bill and Ted's time machine, the telephone box with the coat hangers on the top of it.



Hoho! A post~!

Wow, I just realised I haven't posted anything for a little while!

So, here is the news!

(reference to ELO song I'm currently listening to XD)

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So, a few days ago I had the nicest customers at the restaurant. They were two Israelian men, and though we found it a little difficult to understand one anothers because of our respective accents, we managed along just fine :)

One of them is a short story writer and used to play the saxophone! Yahoo! So we did a lot of talking, and yep. Then when they left they said thank you very much and everything, and that I was the best waitress they'd ever had in Australia~! I was so happy! I think it's people like that that make the job all worth it~!

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I'm also getting into Hetalia again. I was banned from the computer for a few days, because I forgot to do the hoovering 'round the house...oops. I was too busy drawing my America fanart and looking up cosplay outfits for Animania XD

I really want to write a GerIta fanfic, but I'm not sure I'll do the pairing justice. Because on the surface, it seems so simple, but there are so many deep issues surrounding them! Wow - all the writing material! Oh, what to do...but I feel that my writing quality has been somewhat decreased lately...I go through phases where I draw a lot and write a little, then a write a lot and draw little.

I'm sucha weirdo sometimes hahaha! What should I do now. Hmmm. Haaaa. I'm going to draw some more, because I promised a friend I'd draw China for them. Yes, I got them into Hetalia too. MWAHAHAAHAHA!

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Hey, I'm kind of peckish. There's a tortillia wrap that I made earlier sitting on the kitchen bench, but it's too far away from the computer to reach! Like, a whole five metres. It's a disaster!



Yes, these are the dilemmas that my school holidays consist of. How dreadful~!

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As you can tell, I'm just posting random thoughts on here. Dum dum dee dum. I love Electric Light Orchestra...there's just something about their lyrics! It's so calming sometimes. But the feeling is more, nostalgic, I guess.

I watched the rest of HetaOni yesterday on the computer! I was too impatient for the rest to come out, so I just watched it on Youtube. Ah, dearest Ita-chan. What did I tell myself? No more watching HetaOni late at night. What did I do? Was up until 00:20 in the morning. Yup, dat's me for ya!

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I have a day off work today, so I can just laze around without having to worry about getting ready for work. I really want to get a proper massage, because my neck and shoulders are always so tense, but Dad said it really hurts so now I'm wimping out...

By the way, I just drew another picture! Hoho! It's Russia, and I sketched him in less than five minutes with a pen. Yes, a PEN! Wow, I surprise myself sometimes~!

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Well, I guess I should go now. B-chan's complaining about something or other, and Mum rang and told me to load the dishwasher and get off the computer before Dad gets home. She said it nicely, but I still have to get off the computer.

Plus, things are still a little tense after our argument a few days ago. My parents were even going to make me walk to work that night, but then they took me in the car because it was already dark and I didn't really fancy walking to work in the dark. Alone. *shiver*

But we're fine now. But I'm still egg-shell walking, just in case :)

Until next time:

~Shining Sunlight~