"Tell me all the things you never said."
Friday, September 16, 2011
Hello! I've just come back from camp!
Seriously, it was pretty hectic. We were on an island called "Motutapu" for five days, which is just across Rangitoto island. The island itself was one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen - the waters were the perfect shade of turquoise, and the way the hilltops look when the sun sets across them... just stunning. I should've taken my camera - that's my only regret.
Even though it was beautiful, the weather was awful! It rained for the entire week, and regardless of the weather, our teachers insisted we wake up at 6 in the morning to go for a 6km jog... in the hail. Me, being terribly unfit, found that the down part of the trip.
We kayaked and surfed and did archery and several other activities. Apparently, I'm brilliant at abseiling and surfing, which was nice.
At the end of the week, all of our year groups gathered together to celebrate the Eucharist. After that, we had a little camp shindig and my group and I began to sing "She will be loved" by Maroon 5. The Burma trail followed, along with several shrieks of terror.
Overall, camp was so lovely and if I could get the chance to go again, I would take it. It was an experience I'd never forget, and something I may not have the privileged to do again.
A genuine blog post.
Saturday, September 3, 2011
I always see those people who write about their lives and blog about how crappy their own is, so I thought "why not give it a try?" but it's a lot harder than I thought.
I was raised in a decent, Christian/Catholic home, so I have a lot to be thankful for.
OK, so I'm not the best daughter. I'm not the most beautiful, talented, perfect daughter. Frankly, I'm far from that. I don't listen to my parents, I procrastinate, I'm just generally disobedient. I treat my parents like a walking ATM machine, and I disrespect them. A lot.
I feel bad, because they're the most selfless people in the world and I treat them like trash. And even when I treat them like trash, they still look after me.
I just... I don't know what to do. I don't know how to show them my appreciation. I mean, "thank you for birthing me and looking after me and loving me unconditionally" just doesn't seem to cut it. I want to show them that I appreciate it... that I mean it.
Thank you!
Sunday, August 21, 2011
I just wanted to extend a large thank you to everyone who follows and reads my blog. I sincerely appreciate it.
I've been thinking, and I've decided that I will abandon my Tumblr account. I'll still be on the site, lurking around and stuff, but I won't post anything because it's all shit now.
My ask box is open to everyone.
Update pt. 2
Thursday, August 18, 2011
So I just came back from careers day. Apparently, appearance doesn't matter (beauty is only skin deep), because I ended up arriving in a large, orange fleece blanket. Oh, well!
I ended up having to drag around a rather large bag full of about 13 books all from different universities, mostly specializing in Commerce, Sciences, and a couple of Undergraduate Prospectus. But whatever.
I'm considering to apply for a scholarship to my country's/city's state University - University of Auckland. It's ranked #68 in the world, and it doesn't seem too flash, but that makes it in the 1% of the best uni's in the world. Pretty darn snazzy if you ask me, seeing as there are over 7500+ universities in the world right now.
I think I'm a little too young to be worrying about university and things like that, but I guess it's better safe than sorry, amirite?
I guess I'm going to be a little OCD with this for the time being, but maybe it's just a phase that'll pass with time. Regardless, I'm worried sick about career options and I'm scared about failing the NZQA tests (I live in Auckland, New Zealand).
But, overall, careers day was pretty good and I learnt a lot about University (eg: how to apply, be accepted and enroll, choosing possible career plans etc) so I know I shouldn't be this worried but I can't help it! I'm only, what, fifteen? Teachers and parents put a lot of pressure on a girl who still orders the Happy Meal at McDonalds.
But hey. I got a free pen.
Update
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
I know I barely have any readers/fans, but that honestly doesn't bother me much. The thing is, I appreciate my readers despite my lack of them.
Right now, I'm hastily getting ready for careers evening. I've got an interview with this university I'd like to get into, so I'm doing a couple of last minute adjustments to what I'm wearing (I changed my clothes about seven times today!). I wanna make a good impression, you know?
Anyway, I'm studying Economics, History and Graphics right now - pretty broad. I don't want to specialize too early, because if what I do doesn't follow up well, I've always got not one, but two back-up plans. At least History and Economics go together, seeing as they're both social sciences.
But I should get going now. The bus will outside in a couple of minutes.
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I bet none of you guys needed to know that but I just wanted to tell somebody. Wish me luck!
A Real blog post.
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
Sort of. Maybe.
I'm kind of seeing why people like Blogger now. I'm tempted to abandon my Tumblr account, mostly because it's not fun anymore. I might as well delete it, but I want to keep the blog open for future reference... maybe look at it in a couple of years time, but whatever.
Anyway, though I'll delete it, it doesn't mean I'm going to be updating more frequently on here. I just personally don't see a blogger being updated every three seconds, so I'll keep posts from maybe once a week/every two weeks. I'll be trying my hardest to keep my blog alive.
And regarding my Wattpad. It's still going. Feel free to visit it and what not.
Also, be sure to "listen" to me on Heello (it's like Twitter).
Story: Snow White's 7 Men/Snow White and her 7 Men
Tuesday, July 26, 2011
Snow White and her 7 Men -- a modern day adaptation of Snow White.
Snow White's 7 Men follows the story of a girl named Scarlett Walters.
Wanting only to please her lonesome father, Scarlett Walters obediently moves to England with her Father and soon-to-be step Mother. To her dismay, she is to move (once again!) to attend the nearest boarding school, south of England. Being charming, beautiful and intelligent, Scarlett can easily win the heart of men and have them wrapped around her little finger, but once she stumbles across seven very different, strange men, Scarlett wonders whether she has finally met her match.
A modern day adaptation of Snow White.
Photo Credit: Thundereq | DeviantART
A segment of Chapter 1:
Bryan escorted me back to the room and all eyes were suddenly on me again. I did what I was avoiding to do – causing a scene. Girls watched bafflement as I was dragged into the boy’s dorm, while the boy’s were moaning about me being there.
A segment of Chapter 1:
Bryan escorted me back to the room and all eyes were suddenly on me again. I did what I was avoiding to do – causing a scene. Girls watched bafflement as I was dragged into the boy’s dorm, while the boy’s were moaning about me being there.
“She has to stay here,” Bryan said. “At least for now.” Oh, Susan had planned this – I just knew it! I rolled my eyes and dropped my suitcase in the doorway again. A crowd was beginning accumulate, the hallway was soon crowded with people. I covered my face in abashment; I could feel it growing redder by the second. Several girls in the crowd muttered ‘lucky!’, but all I could think was ‘barely.’ When Bryan had informed me I was to stay there, I protested to much – begging him to allow me to stay in a dorm with girls but Bryan just shook his head, saying “I know it’s going to be inconvenient, but it’s only temporary.” Temporary my ass. He sounded like Susan.
“I refuse to let her stay here,” the ill-mannered one of the seven said.
“And I refuse to stay in a dorm with him,” I said too. The crowd started with the ‘oohs.’
“Oh, come on Nate,” Bryan said. “It’s temporary: only a couple of weeks.”
“A couple of weeks?!” Nate and I said in unison. That didn’t sound like temporary, that sounded like an abyss of anguish – hell.
“I refuse.” I pulled my phone from my pocket. “Sir, how about this – I call my parents and we move to another school.”
“Sounds heavenly,” Nate smirked.
“There will be no moving of schools,” Principal Bryan said. “It’s temporary. You’re just going to have to put up with it for now.” I rolled my eyes and Bryan dragged my suitcase into the middle of the room. The crowd behind me dispersed on cue and I was standing face to face with Nate. My mind ran back to three days ago, when Susan had so confidently assured me that Pittsburgh High was a fine establishment. I cursed in my head and took my stuff, in the middle of the room.
“But Principal Bryan-“
“No ‘buts’ – you’re here until a girl moves out and you take her place in the girl’s dorm.” I sighed and nodded.
“Yes sir.” And that was that.
“I refuse to let her stay here,” the ill-mannered one of the seven said.
“And I refuse to stay in a dorm with him,” I said too. The crowd started with the ‘oohs.’
“Oh, come on Nate,” Bryan said. “It’s temporary: only a couple of weeks.”
“A couple of weeks?!” Nate and I said in unison. That didn’t sound like temporary, that sounded like an abyss of anguish – hell.
“I refuse.” I pulled my phone from my pocket. “Sir, how about this – I call my parents and we move to another school.”
“Sounds heavenly,” Nate smirked.
“There will be no moving of schools,” Principal Bryan said. “It’s temporary. You’re just going to have to put up with it for now.” I rolled my eyes and Bryan dragged my suitcase into the middle of the room. The crowd behind me dispersed on cue and I was standing face to face with Nate. My mind ran back to three days ago, when Susan had so confidently assured me that Pittsburgh High was a fine establishment. I cursed in my head and took my stuff, in the middle of the room.
“But Principal Bryan-“
“No ‘buts’ – you’re here until a girl moves out and you take her place in the girl’s dorm.” I sighed and nodded.
“Yes sir.” And that was that.
It can be read here.
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