Blog 31+4: The Mobile Chronicles

Er, this is just a bit late, but better now then never huh?!

So I was looking though all this junk on my bookshelf and came across an adaptor for the memory card in my mobile. The card is about the size of my pinky nail and fits into what looks like an SD card. I was wondering how I get stuff on my laptop! But now I know, so here's a few funny pics I've taken over the past year. Memories...

Hmm, this isn't church. Must be Tea Etc. Bighead and Mr. Guai Loh pulling their best "come hither" faces.

I don't know why I find this photo funny, maybe cause it looks like Frank's dislocated her shoulder.

These are the Chinese 'fireworks' Team Viv made for Chinese New Year. The term 'fireworks' is debatable, some think they look more like red cigars or cheerios. I personally wouldn't mind if they really were cheerios. Apart from the 'Jump Jump Jump' dance, it was the best thing there that night!

Hahaha! This is Frank trying to look excited at being in the children's section of the library with me. Yeah, that was a random day.

You can't really see it properly, but if the photo was bigger, you'll be able to see Sven's 'Holy Socks". This is at bible study, the era in which Pen was still an unmarried man and B wasn't wearing his SOHO grey hoodie.

Wow. Frank would have looked really pretty except for THAT. But at least we've learnt something from this - Frank has teeth.

Me unaware that I'm about to get my head eaten off.

Remember boys, she's available and ready to get married!

Emily's in quite an unfortunate position. But maybe not, as it looks like she's really enjoying being licked!

Camera phones are the best invention ever!

This is one of the few hundred photos I took of ducks during our scenic walk at Family Camp. We tried feeding them grass, sticks, fingers and car keys. They were. Unamused.

Everyone wants to look like Zef these days! Col and Frank wearing Zef's signature sunnies bought by Jon.

And this is what happens at Plaza. Jon making a hand puppet out of his glasses case. Can his hand even breathe in there?!

Expect much more photos in this blog now that I know how to work my camera phone!

Blog 29: "Studying"

So I haven't updated in a while because I'm busy and wouldn't have time to be able to write anything that lives up to this blog's high standards. *cough cough*

I realised this when in last week's workshop quiz, I read the following question...

Draw the structures of the ionisation of the following amino acid side chains: Arg, Ser, Phe, Gln, His and Cys.

and thought, "Oh fuddle duck, I have absolutely no knowledge in this matter".

And then I thought, "Oh well, at least I have psychology to fall back on."
That was until I saw the following question...

What theory of altruism, ethical hedonism or aversive-arousal reduction model, is to do with relieving negative feelings connected to empathy?

And though, "Altruism? Hedonism? Hedon. Edon. Eden. In the garden of eden ba-beh!"

So yes, I've concluded I should be studying. And have better concentration too.
But I'll be back for the big finale, the supposed blog 31!

Blog 22: The Rules of Sneekies

So my 30 blogs in 31 days have totally gone down the drain. I've been studying and what not for the past week, but I'm back! With the long awaited 'Rules of Sneekies'.

The other person besides me who may be slightly interested in this is Zef. And he won't see it because he actually has a life now that Steffy's bounced back into Aus.

SNEEKIES: THE WORLD'S GREATEST GAME

Background Information

For many years, the Eight Mile Plains Chinese Methodist Church Methodist Youth Fellowship have met every Monday night for what they call..."Bible Study". Shocking, I know.
When the meeting is over, it was everyone's favourite part of the night...Refreshment Time! But it was also time for something else. A game. A sneeky game.
Zef, one of the founding fathers coined this growing tradition "Sneekies". Quite an appropiate name for a game which requires the player to be patient, strategic, have quick reflexes, and above all else, stealth.

History (2007-07)

A member of the EMP CMC MYF called Fanny Dong had very unusual habits. One of them was to gain someone's attention by caressing their arm accompanied by a very long "heyyyyyyyyyyyy..." Not only was this invasion of personal space frightening, it gave one the feeling of immense awkardness. Fanny is somehow immune to this as she continues this habit to this day.
Vanessa Tay, another MYF member, described one particular incident, where Fanny Dong's hand caressing was so slow, it slid all the way down to Vanessa's elbow. She thought, "surely I am not the only one who gets this painfully awkward feeling" so she tested it out on Anna one bible study. The shudder and slight wailing of Anna told Vanessa one thing. VICTORY. She had found a weapon. A weapon of MASS AWKWARDNESS.

Zef had found this action quite intriguing. And so Sneekies begun. Many rules and strategies have developed, which are described in more detail below.

Rules

1. The giver's hand must make direct contact with the reciever's elbow or knee.
2. The hand must make a definite caressing motion.
3. The reciever of the Sneekie must be unaware of it until it is too late. In other words, the giver must do it when the reciever isn't looking.

Point system

Elbow from the back= 1 point
Elbow from the front= 2 points
Double elbows= double points
Knee= 1 point
Double knees= 3 points

Strategies

1. Guard your elbows and knees with your life.
2. Be patient. Wait for the right moment, otherwise the reciever will be more on guard then ever.
3. For easy points, it has been found that the best way to get an elbow from the back is when the reciever is busy reaching for food. As the arm becomes unguarded...CARESS! Victory is yours.
4. Another one is when the reciever is deep in conversation with someone. Any number of points is possible here.
5. Referring to strategy 2, it is probably best for the reciever to talk to no one and roll up in a little paranoid ball in the corner.
6. Always be on the lookout. One incident (which Vanessa is very depressed about) is when she took her eyes off Zef for a split second, and CARESS! He had taken advantage of that moment and got a front on elbow.
7. A highly skilled strategy is for the giver to make sure the reciever sees them in the corner of their eyes. This makes the reciever think that they can't possibly be Sneeked upon. The giver then slowly steps backwards until they are in the reciever's blind spot. Then they make a quick dash or dive towards the target. This one takes skill and time my friends.

So there you have it. Sneekies. No equipment or expensive things needed. Just two quick hands and a sucker willing to play.

Until next time, good luck everyone with their upcoming exams!

Blog 16: The Coochi Island Adventures

Technology is very frustrating. I tried to upload photos yesterday to my laptop and it didn't work. It had morphed into a screaming toddler - "I WON'T DO IT! YOU CAN'T MAKE MEEEE!"

So I shut the whole thing down and wouldn't touch it. But I'm back! And it's working! So here's blog 16!

(If you've noticed, I'm naming blogs by the date, not the number of blogs I've actually written. That's to make myself feel better when I get to number 30. Back to the story...)

Yesterday, we went to COOCHI ISLAND! I've been tricked by the weather before so I decided to go all out and bring half my closet so that I was prepared for any weather, desert storm or hurricane!

Frank brought along the family camp hula hoops, which was a great source of fun as you will soon read.

Girl Power (minus Max, plus Sven) went into Kent's car. Bui deliberately went into a separate car. We got there and boarded the barge. Notice the man in the truck who's a bit frazzled by the sudden onslaught of asians.

Tim was so excited he wet his pants.

I felt like we were a boat full of illegal immigrants on our way to the Australian shore.

We did a lot of walking (in a circle) trying to find a good place to have lunch. We finally settled for a spot with a table, BBQ place and logs to sit on. The only problem was that two old ladies were sitting there. So in true Asian style, we kicked them off by dumping our bags on the bench and glaring at them.

I soon found a great photo op while having lunch. No one else was quite as enthusiastic.

A great rendition of 'If I was a Butterfly' soon burst forth. You know how it goes -

"If I was a butterfly, I'll thank you Lord for giving me wings.
And if I were a robin in a tree, I'll thank you Lord that I could sing."

And then Song comes in with -"And if I were a washing machine..."

We were all like, "what??!! It has to be an animal, not a random object!"

Sharon, Heidi and I soon took it upon ourselves to make soup and rice cakes, I mean clean the pan.

Hulan hooping action soon broke forth and many new techniques were formed. The favourite of the day was Mikey's "Windy Palm" or "Wildgrass". This is where he would wildly flap his arms above his head. The funny thing is that it actually worked.

We then went fishing. I caught nothing. Kent worked his magic and caught a few. Frank was really good at it, and caught a whole family of small ones.
Sven decided to roll his pants up into short shorts for no apparent reason.

Check out my Facebook for more glorious photos like the one above!

Friday night: the August birthday extravaganza.

Blog 14: Fernwood, Fernwood...

Just got back from FERNWOOD! The friendly neighbourhood women's fitness centre.
I went with Max and Viv. Was soooo much fun!

We got there at 5 and joined the BODY COMBAT class. Or what I like to call it, the I'm-so-unfit class. Seriously, my arm nearly died after just two air punches.

Then we went on the treadmills and cycling machines for about 40 mins and then did some stretching. All to the sounds of Fergie's glamorous. Can never get enough of that song, can you?

And to finish off, we went into the Detox Box (was like a not so hot sauna) for 20 mins where we talked about blackheads, excema marks, toning and other girly things. Seriously, when 3 girls get together, we can talk our heads off till they explode.

Then we went to Sunnybank Oriental to have dinner + milk teas and a gossip. I mean, chatter. *shifty eyes*

All in all, it was a really good night where we all just really enjoyed being together. We've made plans for an all girls day at the beach where we can get a tan and as Viv put it, "not look like I'm going to church" =)

Coochi Island tomorrow! Oh yeahhh...

Blog 13: Make Us a Bungalow

Family Camp 2007 evaluation: 10/10

As some may have noticed, I haven't blogged for 3 days, because I was at Family Camp!!

edit: make that 4 days. Yesterday, my computer was down again, so I'm putting up the post this morn.

Even though there was no net at Camp, it wasn't like we were out in the wilderness or anything. I mean there was a projector, sound system, bed sheets and a bowling alley down the road, so I definitely wouldn't call it real camping!

So here's a breakdown -

Penandkarin came to pick me up round 7pm with Bui and Sandie bouncing around at the back. I joined their bouncing in the middle seat. The bouncing soon died down as we went along, put to sleep with Karin's mix of "acid jazz". At least I was half entertained unlike the other two because I could see the music player screen with Penandkarin pictures smiling back at me. Ah, newlyweds.

Sandie and I also entertained ourselves talking about nursing labs ("Today, we will all be stripping down and walking around naked!") and how Bui drools in his sleep (jokes :D)

We got there and joined into praise and worship. Sandie and I found out we were with Frank in a cabin (B21!) and got real excited. Pen found out he was with Simon and Sven. Not so excited.

Food was really good there as well. Eggs, sausages and hashbrowns for brekkie, the best cookies I've ever tasted for snacks, kebabs for lunch and meat and veggies for dinner. Oh yeah, trifle and cheesecake for dessert. Mmm...slobber...

The speaker was really good. He was given 1 1/2 hours and I was like nooooo...i can't last that long! but he was so good i stayed awake throughout all of it!

During our free time we had 5 options:

- volleyball championships
- footy championships
- cricket championships
- nature walk
- walk along the beach

Just the word 'championships' scared us girls, so we went for the beach option. Ems, Karin, Tim, B, Zef and I (Frank and Viv were 'studying') took a walk along the beach trying to find alive things. All we found were crab balls. And I just realised that sounded really bad. I mean sand balls.

We then went in search for ice-cream, and then went for a VERY long walk around a pond, or as we like to call it, 'the duck detention centre'.

As there weren't many sightseeing sights, I decided that what I could see will have to make do. Sadly, I accidently deleted all the photos off my camera so I can't show any of them. I love technology.

But basically I took photos of construction, the path, tadpoles and 'do not feed the ducks' signs. I'm sure everyone is disappointed about not being able to see the pics.

Games was also really good. Many ideas which the Youth Camp can steal...

And now for some funny moments/quotes:

Frank and me: Welcome to our lair! I'm an 8th level ogre magii with invisibility, and this is Randall!

Frank: There's no cups left. I wish there was an endless supply of cups.
Ems: If you wish for an endless supply of cups, you'll regret it.
silence.
Frank: I wish for an endless supply of cups.

Mary J Blige: mmm, mmmmm. Get out of my way Bono. Woahhhh, oh oh oh.

Everyone's hula hooping techniques -
The sky diver (Andy Lou)
The foot pedal (me)
The standing still (Viv)
The crazy hip spinning (Fong)
The backwards and forwards thrusting motion (Zef)
The no technique (Uncle Albert)
The Elvis Presley (Chloe)
The look at meeeeee! (Most of the little kids)

Me: I've got flour all over my face! (from a game)
Zef: Must run in the family.

Connect camp '06: Bec aka Flour face

Tim changed the words to the camp theme song. The original version is:

Make me a blessing, make me a blessing,
Out of my life, may Jesus shine.
Make me a blessing, oh Saviour I pray,
Make me a blessing, to someone today.

The new and improved version is:

Make me a bungalow, make me a bungalow,
To some bum today, may bungalow shine.
Make me a bungalow, to some bum today,
Make me a bungalow, to some bum today.

Hmm...not so creative though.

Going to Fernwood tonight with Max and Viv. This will be interesting...

Blog 9: Bus Adventures

Blog 8 doesn't exist because the internet was down last night. But I guess it doesn't matter as most of you don't care going by your comments.

So only a quick story today:

Today I got onto the bus as usual. We rumbled along until I heard this huge whip, crash.
Before I could go "What was that?" there was another whip, crash.
I looked up to see what it was. Seemed like the bus was nearly mounting the curb because we hit about another 10 trees growing along side the road before the bus driver noticed and violently swerved off.
The people at the QEII stop looked highly alarmed as we pulled up as they must have seen the whole thing.
The bus driver opened the door and stared down at them expectantly, The people looked quite relieved as the 120 pulled up behind us, and they all jostled quickly towards it.

Sigh. Public transport. Nothing like it.

Family Camp's this weekend, so won't be here for a few days.
And probably won't make up for it either.
Be back on Mon! Yea! Happy camping.

Hmm...better go pack.

The Epic Blog (consisting of blog 5,6 & 7)

Wow. My blogging efforts have got about as much encouragement as the dam levels in Queensland.
And I don't blame you. My last blog wasn't even in the right Mastercard ad structure (as Mikey so kindly pointed out). But I've been very busy, specifically, creating a 20 page story for Frank's bday present. So that's my pathetic excuse.

But to make up for it, I'm going to post up a very large blog, so large in fact that hopefully no one will be bothered to read it and I can slip in a few textbook extracts here and there.

By varying the experimental conditions, Milgram discovered several factors that influence obedience. One is the proximity of the victim to the participant. Obedience declined substantially if the victim was in the room with the participant, if a voice replaced pounding on the wall and if the participant had to force the victim's hand onto a shock plate to administer further punishments (see figure 18.8). Proximity to the experimenter also affected the decision to obey. The closer the participant was to the experimenter, the more difficult was disobedience; when the experimenter sat in another room, obedience dropped sharply. More recent research implicates personality variables such as authoritarianism and hostility that can influence the likelihood of obedience as well (Blass, 1991, 2000) Conversely, gender had little effect on obedience in Milgram's studies - women were as likely to comply with the experimenter as were men.

There's one right there if you didn't notice. That's from my Psychology textbook, which to my surprise is quite an interesting read. We're learning about social psychology right now and how much others and influence our behaviour, attitudes, values etc. And this is from every end of the scale mind you. From persuader techniques of telemarketers to the Nazis.

Boring uni update: tick.

Last night was bible study, led by Max! Was very good. Discussion was on an all time high, special guest Carson always had worthy comments, and Emily appeared and disappeared under her hood throughout the night.

B just looked murky under his hood.
And I just realised I described B as looking murky, like a swamp. What's a better word...broody?
My English vocabulary astounds me.

Cousin update: tick!

Throughout Sunday night and Monday, I thought I had lost my mobile. Obviously this boring bit of my life calls for a bit of spicing up in the form of a short story.

DETECTIVE NESS AND THE LOST MOBILE

Beep beep. Beep beep. Beep beep.
Detective Ness sleepily opened her eyes. She looked at the time. No wait, she had to put on her glasses first. Let's start that again.

Beep beep. Beep beep. Beep beep.
Detective Ness sleepily opened her eyes. She put on her glasses and looked at the time. 8:30am. She pondered on whether to get up. Her dog Wrinkles happily trotted into her room and licked her face. No choice now. Ness had to get up unless she wanted to smell like dog saliva all day. Once she washed her face, changed and had breakfast, she packed her unnecessarily extra large bag. Keys. Purse. Bible. Blistex. Tissues. Scarf. Extra jacket. Fluro bouncy ball. Mobile.
Time to go!

After church service, Ness put her bag on the seat outside the kitchen so she could start kitchen duty. She told Tim she didn't want to wash or rinse today. He asked why. She replied, "Because I don't want to get my hands wet." Tim was not amused. For the next 20 minutes, Ness had fun bouncing her bouncy ball over every hard surface there was. The bench, sink, door, and Tim's forehead. Soon it was time to go. She grabbed her bag which had fallen over and jumped into the car.

Ness and her mum went to Pho Phang for lunch. Her mum kept telling her it's not actually called Pho Phang, but they neither knew the real name so the argument died pretty quickly. Like every Sunday lunch, they both pulled out their mobiles for some lazy Sunday texting. Well, at least her mum did.

Ness looked into her bag. Oh crap.

They arrived home in peace. Ness had decided not to tell her mum just yet. She thought, "Time to put on the detective gear". She dressed herself in detective gear, but only in her mind because she didn't actually own any detective gear. Not even a magnifying glass. But she did have a notebook! She decided to make a list of where her mobile could be:

1- Church- seat behind computer
2- Church- around seat beside kitchen
3- Market Square- lost/no hope

She thought option 2 was a safe bet so she rung RL. He said he'd look. As Ness hung up, she thought it was time to tell her Mum. The usual followed, "WHY? HOW? WHERE? WHEN? SO IRRESPONSIBLE LAH!"
Ness took refuge in the shower. As she came back out, she saw her Mum had a very smug look on her face.
"What?" asked Ness.
"Wouldn't you like to know."
"Er...well yes I would."
long pause
"I just found your mobile"
"Where?!"
"Wouldn't you like to know."
"YES! I WOULD! VERY MUCH!"
long pause
"I found it..."
"Yes..."
"In..."
"Uh huh..."
"the car."
"oh. whoops."

Case of the lost mobile? Solved.
THE END.

Worst story ever. Tick!

Blog 4

Getting two plastic forks stuck together for the price of one: 15c

Bargaining a textbook down 40% its original price: $30

Getting a large Macca meal for the price of a small: $4.80

Sneaking through 3 zones on a 1 zone bus ticket: $1.20

Staying true to my Asian heritage: Priceless

Blog 3: Yeah...I know what I'm talking about

Firstly, I would like to address an issue raised by the commenter Dr. Zef.

Just because blog 2 showed some interesting, highly humourous videos, doesn't mean it did not count as a blog. It had writing which not only accompanied these videos, but enhanced it.

A video by the way is just a collection of moving pictures.

And if a picture is worth a 1000 words, a video must be worth a billion times more.

I win.

Me: 1
Zef: nil.

Onto better things, today I had to fill out a survey for an honours student in Psych (to gain credit points).

Anyway, their thesis was about society's view on mentally ill patients.

It took me up to an hour to fill out this survey stating my opinions with truth and conviction (like I knew what I was talking about). At the end, the student was like,

"By the way, have you ever even come into contact with a mentally ill patient?"

Me: Ah...no.

Student: You do know your comments are totally useless then?

Me: Ah...now I do.

silence.

Me: Can I still get my credit point?

Student: silently hates me through her stare.


Hope that was to everyone's satisfaction.

Goodnight!

Blog 2: Tyra Banks is cra-zee!

Goodness, nearly forgot to blog. I nearly failed without even trying!

Watched this infamous moment a few days ago. I'll set the scene:

This is America's next top model season 3, and Tiffany has just been ELIMINATED. Tyra gets a teensy bit annoyed (note: understatement) because Tiffany's not taking Tyra's mega awesome show seriously enough, but instead she's...bah, just watch it:



And this is Family Guy's take on it. Pretty accurate I say.

30 BLOGS IN 31 DAYS!

It's August! Glorious August! There are many reasons to love this month:

1. Last month of winter!
2. Many birthdays to celebrate!
3. Halfway through Britain's NTM Season 3!
4. Changing to a brand new toothbrush!
5. August starts with a letter in my name!

To celebrate this splendid month, I'm going to post 30 blogs in 31 days.

Some of you would exclaim, "Impossible!", or "You couldn't even past 1 week!", or like most of you, "I don't even care!"

So to defy all odds, I'm going to do it. (And also because I'm going to pretty much spend all these lonely nights in front of my lonely desk. We're going to be lonely together.)

But because I realise there is a big chance I might fail, I've given myself some leeway of 30 blogs, not 31.

And also, this counts as a blog.

DISCLAIMER: The writer does not take any responsibility of anyone who comes to the realisation in the next 30 days that they have just wasted glorious August reading this worthless blog instead of doing other glorious things.

Now for the save

Update: I've joined Facebook.
As I was telling Lou, I'm one step away from total nerdom.

Hmm...I've been waiting for someone to write about Soph's farewell bash, but it hasn't happened! So I'll do it, I'll take one for the team!

Max, Frank, Sandie and I arrived early to help Viv cook. I warned them that I couldn't cook! but nooooo, Viv put in charge of the chicken, and look how it turned out! So unless you like your chicken raw in the middle and black on the outside, don't get me to cook meat.

I also accidently told Soph about her surprise present.

Ness: so when do you want your messages?
Soph: what messages?
Ness: you know. The ones you wanted us to write on A5 sheets so you can read it on the plane.
Soph: uhhh...
Ness: oh crap.

I found out later it was actually Steph who had organised it.

Actually, I left early so can't tell everything, but apparently there was an epic prayer at the end.

But while I was still there, Viv requested that we share some stories about Soph. All the stories seemed to be ones that didn't exactly make Soph glow inside and well up with emotion, but as long as the person saved it by telling something good about her, or how they'd miss her, it would be allllll good.

For example:

Zef: Soph was such a brat when she was younger.
Everyone: quick, save it!
Zef: uhh, but now she's a young lay-de! ("lady" but to the tune of that lady song. Yeah, you know what I'm talking about.)

And another eg.:

Me: Yeah, Soph was one of those kids at the back of Sunday School being a rebel...um, but now she's a mature lay-de! And...I'll miss you! Phew!

Kent didn't seem to get the concept though-

Kent: For the dance at her first camp, she was partnered with me, but she didn't want to. So I decided to propose to her, because I thought it would be fun to tease her.
Soph pouts.
Everyone: Quick Kent! Save it!
Kent: She was such a brat, nothing's changed...
Everyone: try again Kent...
Kent: (pause) And one day Soph, you'll know why it's fun to tease children.

Ah, good save Kent, good save.

Back to Uni Blues

Sigh. Going back to uni on monday.

My subjects look half interesting:

- Biological Chemistry
- Human Physiology
- Molecular Genetics
- Structural Biochemistry
- Intro to Individual & Social Psychology

I reckon I would look forward to going back if I did subjects like:

- How to poison a tissue
- What's the appeal of Supre?
- Paperclips and other interesting stationary
- What a subway sandwich looks like as a milkshake
- Jellyfish wrestling

Well, to mark the end of the holidays, here's a recap of the holidays. How many times can I say holidays?

Mum, Bec and I do a big shopping expedition to the far away islands of Carindale, Pacific Fair and Garden City. I buy two pairs of shoes!
One blue! The colour of a summer sky.
One gold! The colour of gold.

Went to dinner with friends. Tina drove us to this 'scenic' spot where you can see the nightlife of Logan. Obviously we sat in the dark for about an hour. Then drove past Macca's to pick up chicks. And by chicks, I mean frozen cokes.

Camp prep. Consisted of glueing things, buying things, typing things, printing things...all done to the yells and screeches of Mary J. Blige and Bono put on repeat.

Back to uni. Waaaaay to soon. The 'intensive' lab was not so intensive, if prep beforehand was done. Otherwise you're left standing there scratching your head wondering what to do with the tubes of DNA and lysozyme. Had a test, which I thankfully passed.
And went to the city a bit to play pool, which sometimes I'm good at, and other times I'm crap. Which pretty much means I'm crap.

Got gastro. Yea! Rolled around in bed for a day lamenting to Bec that I was dying and made her feed me biscuits and diluted cordial. Had to walk to the doctor's to get a medical certificate for missing a lab. The doctor told me I had dry skin. I was thinking, "is he now going to try and sell me moisturiser? Cause I already use sorbelene. But I haven't used it lately cause I have GASTRO. SO GIVE ME A BREAK AND GIMME SOME PILLS."

Missed camp. :( That was a HUGE bummer. But had fun laughing at the camp video and hearing Bui's cryptic clues for the amazing race. You can sit on it like a chair, but I wouldn't do it bare. Apparently the answer was a log and everyone was confused on why you wouldn't sit on it bare and Bui was like, 'because you would get splinters on your bum'. BAHAHA.

Bec and I went to see Blades of Glory. She got exasperated with me because I decided I wanted to carry spaghetti into the movies.

Bec: Who carries spaghetti into the movies?
Me: Who doesn't?
Bec: Everyone!
pause.
Me: Yeah. On second thoughts, spaghetti wasn't such a good idea, was it.

Oh well, I happily slurped through my dinner and no one was worse off.

Watched a bit of Top Model here and there. What annoys me is when they pick the finalists, and then eliminate them not because they're not good, but because they weren't tall enough in the first place anyway. What the?! Why pick them at all then? Poor (thin) girls.

And then watched a bit of Pirate Master here and there. It's exactly like Survivor...but on a ship. On a ship! ON A SHIP!! (dies of excitement) Yeah, I'm a sucker for these cheesy reality shows. Everyone always asks, "but, what's it's appeal?" Um, hello? It's on a ship. ON A SHIP!!

Went to Thil's 18th at JoJos.


To the left are the ex-Griffithers Kate (now at UQ) and Thil herself who's now in Tassie and grown an extra head.

Went to Joy's 18th at Garuva's. That was really fun. Got to catch up with people that I haven't seen since school. It was so dark that I missed my mouth a couple of times trying to eat my pumpkin fritters (which I kept calling fritatatas for some reason). I think the dim/non-existent lights were supposed to be atmospheric but who knows? Maybe the waiters had really ugly faces and didn't want people to see them.

Went to see Transformers. Was sooooo good. But I dunno. I reckon they could have come up with better names then "Bumblebee" and "bone crusher". I could bore you with names I think the writers could have used, but I'll spare you.
Okay, I'll give you one. "THE FUN MACHINE".
Mimi called me a grub cause I spilled Subway sauce all down my top. Luckily I had a scarf to cover up my mess.

Then went to see Harry Potter with some youthers. Twas okay. Had to go to the toilet during the middle which I've never had to do before. I ran out of the cinema, down the stairs and passed a cinema guy who looked at me strangely. I shouted at him "I'm bustinggggg". That was me trailing off as I ran into the toilets. As I ran out, he shouted at me "You didn't have to tell me that".

And just got back from the city with some school friends. We went from coffee shop to coffee shop for some strange reason. We first had lunch at the coffee club. Then went and had coffee and another coffee club. Then went and had frappes at Starbucks. And I didn't have to go to the toilet once! (Chest swells up with pride)

Off to watch Top Model. Toodle loo!

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If you didn't know, which most people won't, the inspiration for the title came from the Saddle Club.



Damn. You know your blog just plummeted straight into the Crap Bin as soon as the Saddle Club was mentioned. Hmm..off to a bad start. Not to worry! A top five list of the best inventions ever invented (or yet to be invented) should save this blog!

This here list is a commemoration to my nearly two years on msn spaces. May I never experience its slow loading speed and inability to upload photos again.

5. The Dream Cotton Bud

Consists of a stick with cotton ends which change colours to entertain the inside of your ears while you clean them. A disadvantage is that your ears may get so excited that they explode.

STATUS: yet to be invented
USEFULNESS: -1/10

4. Word Snatcher

Snatchers words right back into your mouth!

STATUS: yet to be invented
USEFULNESS: 7/10 (loses a few points because APPARENTLY it's not possible to invent. Pfft. Whatever.)

3. Persuader Machine & Black Thingy

These machines can be used to brainwash people so you get your way every time. Totally harmless.

STATUS: yet to be invented/may never be invented
USEFULNESS: 9.99999999/10

2. Boards which stuff can be written on and then erased

Pretty self explanatory

STATUS: sigh. Unfortuntely, something called the whiteboard has already been invented.
USEFULESS: very.

1. The Clever Club

An exclusive club, only for clever people. Membership cannot be bought. But it can be bribed with lollies. Each member gets a badge and a special 'clever' pat on the back.

STATUS: up and running. if there was something faster than running, it would be doing that.
USEFULNESS: greater than infinity/10

So there you have it. If you have invention ideas, don't be afraid to share it with the world! Zef thinks socks with laces would be a marketable hit. Yeah, right.

Too bad I've already copyrighted them and "La-socks" are already in production! Mwah ha ha

Okay, off to last camp committee meeting.

I've only got one thing left to say: CAPTURE THE DREAM!