huge-ass

after running from copy centre to merewether to home and back to merewether i’ve learnt a few things.

1. don’t run in the rain, you will fall.
2. don’t wear hoddies when crossing the road, you will not be able to see the cars coming at you.
3. never print assignments on the last day of the semester at the copy centre, there will be other people who will have their huge-ass assignments to print too.
4. always print a cover sheet.
5. always leave a huge-ass stapler next to your printer. there will come a time when you need to staple your freshly printed huge-ass document, your tiny stapler will die/cry.

i don’t think i should bore you with all the explicit details of gilly and her huge-assignments. but i shall blog about the last bit, because the guy deserves mention.

after my insane dash from uni to home and back to uni, i realised i didn’t print a cover sheet. (i didn’t staple it either, but i did that purposely) so anyway, while i was madly scribbling my tutor’s details down on the back of a random piece of paper along with my apologies for not having a cover sheet, i started conversing with the guy behind me about me not having a cover sheet. (i’m not entirely sure how this happened, but i doubt that’s important) he said to go downstairs to print one off, but i said i couldn’t because i wasn’t sure when the guy was going to come to clear the assignment boxes. (they said 430, and it was already 430 or thereabouts) so instead, the guy went to print one off for me. which was very nice of him! thats a whole 10cents worth of printing! when he came back, i realised my cover sheet wasn’t stapled to my assignment. luckily he was toting around a huge-ass stapler too! (i tried to staple it at home, but my stapler was too tiny)

he was god-sent. how many people do you know will run downstairs to print something off using their own money for a person they don’t even know?
damnit i just realised i forgot to pay him back!!

i hope i meet more people like that.

i think he was very tickled to find the stereotypical mad first year commerce student. forgetting this and that; handing in assignments right on the dot of the due time; running around like mad-headless chickens; and getting a wee bit stressed over the slightest of things, yup thats me! (not to mention getting lost on campus !)

“haha first year’s!”

gristle

I don’t really have anybody left there, there is no point for me to go back. everybody i know died. my father died when i was twenty-one, my brothers, my mother, my step-father (i hated him) they all died.

yeah, my wife died of breast cancer and i miss her so much.

no, i don’t like it here, it gets boring.

yes, i do miss england terribly.

i don’t remember much it was a long time ago.

while she sits and curses her life, ten others loose their’s.
a father dies, a brother dies, someone’s job is loss.
she ignorantly wishes for death.
everything is spinning out of control.
loose an eye, a limb, a friend, a dog or maybe a kidney.
she does is sit and pout over the lack of clothes.
impairments pop up, health decomposes, one can’t even venture upstairs due to the deterioration of one’s physical being.
her bulging belly worries her.

i never know what to say.
i’m sorry.
i’m so sorry.
i wish things were better for you.

everybody grows old, toughen up Gilly.

clumping dirty hair.

haha, i was looking at the very few pictures i have of myself with my bob. i miss my bob actually, now that i have weird hair. it is neither long nor short. it is in between. further, i hate how it is curly in the morning and by the arvo it’s straight like a dried noodles and by night it gets retarded. i wish it just make up its damned mind. gahhh. i also miss my long hair. urgh, stupid hair.

and i don’t like to tie my hair up because i’ve grown a fat face. i need hair around my face to cover up my fat face.

i know, it’s three weeks before my finals, and instead of worrying about them, i’m complaining about my freaking hair.

i’ve also been sick. my nose is being whiney and leaky. i should buy a tissue box and put it in my bag. because at the moment, i’m running to the toilet at half hour intervals. also i get more self-conscious now, hoping not to see anyone i know because that means i have to say hello and talk to them. but because my stupid nose is freaking leaking, i probably won’t be able to concentrate on what they are saying, and i will most likely be sniffling too, which might scare away the hypochondriacs. half way through the exciting conversation, chances are i’d probably have to excuse myself because the leaking can no longer be ignored. they’ll probably curse and swear at me when i leave for spreading the bug.

so now i look like a mess. a horrible sniffing mess with clumpy dirty hair (somebody commented) or like my big sister would say, “emo hair”. (i object to that of course)

it probably doesn’t help that i look like a drug addict.

and you know what else adds to the decomposition of my appearance? clothes.
it has recently been starting to become a wee bit hotter than what i would normally deem spring weather. so instead of burning in jeans, i wear my shorts. but because i’ve put on a wee bit of weight, i’m freaking not going to wear a stupid singlet or any tight-fitting apparel.

so here i am, clumpy dirty hair (that also apparently resembles a cocker spaniel), sniffing and leaking away like our kitchen tap, with a tired fat face and black black tired eyes wearing what seems to be fat-shorts and an unflattering top.

wow, i’m so glad i don’t know many people in sydney. (haha or maybe thats why i don’t….)

mmmmaaaanuuuuu

it has been clearly established that i lovvvvveeeeeee ready steady cook, so you can imagine my excitement when Lesley told me where we were going for dinner. we were going to see MANU.

we sat quite near the kitchen… WHICH MEANT THAT THERE WAS A SLIGHT CHANCE I WOULD BE ABLE TO CATCH A GLIMPSE OF HIM. throughout dinner, i was unconsciously consciously turning my head around in hopes of seeing my favourite chef. It got a wee bit disappointing after a while because he didn’t come out of the kitchen. stop cooking my damn food and come out and talk to me.

but guess what! he did (come out of the kitchen)!!! woohoo! while he walked across the restaurant, I had to fight the overwhelming urge to yell out something stupid like, “hey!! ready steady cook!” or “oh don’t you want to see what i bought in my ‘we love coles’ gourmet bag?” or worse “don’t you want to see whats in my quickie bag?”

i wish i had more guts to go and talk to him. but nevermind, i’m fine with admiring via television.

its odd how if i don’t get excited over actors/actresses/singers. but show me a chef from ready steady cook and i totally loose it.

anyhow, i actually wanted to blog about my favourite playlist. but i think me seeing my favourite chef from ready steady cook tops my stupid playlist.

after that we saw kevin rudd! i again had to wrestle the impulse to do something stupid like run up to him and speak mandarin to him. it would be very funny though. i imagine he speaks better mandarin than i do. he’ll probably diplomatically praise my pronunciation and secretly laugh behind my back about how i loss my ‘heritage/culture’.

yuppp. chefs and politicians are sooo much better than everybody else! haha.

poop and snoop!

Two Dirty Little Secrets

First dirty little secret (which isn’t very dirty because Leanne cleaned it today!)

Since attending boarding school, I have become a really BIG busy-body. I think we must have spent at least 35% of our time snooping around google, friendster and myspace (at that time we had yet to be acquainted with facebook) “catching up” with old friends, school-mates and acquaintances. Funny thing is though its been almost 10 months since I’ve left high school, I still have the urge to poke my nose into somebody else’s business. One would think that with the demands of uni on top of household chores and my everlasting love for television watching that my lust for snooping would cease!

Nah!

Well, today as I was routinely prying into my friends’ lives, I found out that one of the people that we’ve been praying to come to Christ had attended a Christian group/fellowship! Isn’t that wonderful?!?!?!

I like how God does things.

Since, I’ve shared with you my little secret, tell me yours!! please! (anonymously of course!)