Maths, Ag and Commerce, GEESH I CAN'T WAIT TIL NEXT WEEK IS OVERRRR.

but it's hit me that I've said that like, EVERYYYY week for the past 2 terms.

Srsly, we get one thing over and done with, then the next day, we return to find waiting for us a new notification for a new assessment or assignment. And oh mannn, C'MON GIVE US A BREAK. I don't know what you guys think, but tbh, I think I speak for everyone - WE HAVEN'T REALLY HAD ANY REAL ACTUAL FREE TIME THIS YEAR, HEY?!

Anyway, today was pretty okay I guess. The workshop was pretty good, and it was reallyyyy......touching. Like whoa, this guy's tank. And the Yr 7 Workshop was fun as well, handing out clues and eating lollies with Nikkida. And zomgsh man, the Yr 7s are so smartttttttt. I couldn't get half the riddles that Kerr got, and they got it like that *clicks*. Like waaaaahhhhhh :O

OH YERHHHH, BTW, HAPPY BDAY SHELLEY! :D

That's aaaaall, and good luck with Maths and Ag guzzzzzzzzzzzzz :)

(far out, some of these letters overlap like crazy. but I'm trying to find someone different for each letter....)

Dearest,

You moved to Melbourne, and that was cut, because we were tight as since we were like, 5? I'm not sure how long we go back, but yerh, freaking yooonks man. You're heeps fun and a really cool person to be around - your never bored, and your really supportive. We did some crazy stuff. And we used to get into a lot of fights about the stupidest things, and then our Mums would laugh about it, I didn't find it funny at the time, and I would rage at my Mum, and you didn't find it funny, and then you raged at your Mum, and then we were brought together by our young innocent rage-at-mum-ness.

It'd be great if we could each other more.

Love, Holly.

to all the people who have changed, I miss who you guys used to be.

NIKKIDA.



I miss you so much. I rmbr aaaaall the freaking awesome times we had in yr 7 and 8. Best times of my lifeeeee (h) I have so many good memories of us, it's crazy. I love the card you got me this year - it's now finally up on the wall after I've stopped looking at it and bursting into a humongosaur ginat puddle of tears :') You're such an awesome chick, you're so caring, you're fun to be around, and I know I can come to you whenever I feel like crap. Your the bestest cousin everrrrrr, and I know that we'll always have each other's backs.



LOVE X 45783905630265493825629856728965295628456729856792

HOLLY.

You are the Lumos to my Nox, Nikkida <3

ALRIGHT JUST TWO MORE THINGS TO SAY CUZ I DONT WANNA BOMBARD WITH POSTS.

1. EUGENE, BEE TEEEE DOUBLEYUUUUU, I HAVE LINKED YOU. LOOK UP THERE, YOUR NAMES THERE WITH AN EXCLAMATION MARK, THOUGH I AM SRSLY CONSIDERING TAKING AWAY THE EXCLAMATION. OH YES I DEEED *CLICKS IN Z FORMATION*

2. AND GUYS, SPONSOR ME FOR 40 HOUR FAMINE. I'M GIVING UP FOOD, TECHNOLOGY AND MAYBE EVEN FURNITURE IF I'M BRAVE ENOUGH. SO C'MON, LETS DO IT FOR THE NEPAL KIDS! WHOOO!

sorry I didn't blog for the last week, blogger was being a bitch and it said something everytime I tried to get on, and then I chucked a cabolli and cried BUT NO WORRIES I AM HERE NOW. woot. omgsh I'm starting to use cabolli in all my sentences now. It's so weird, I know, it's my msn username and all, but freak, I DON'T KNOW WHAT IT MEANS OKAY PEOPLE. One day Daniel asked me what cabolli meant, and ehehehehehe I JUST SAID IT WAS A SECRET. ROFLZ. I suck at lying -.-

Anywhoooo, I now have tutor on SATURDAYYYYYYYY! WHOOO I'M FOLLOWING A1 TRADITION! NOW I'LL KNOW WHAT'S GOING ON IN CLASS, AND I'M NOW IN THE MAJORITY WHEN DILLON CHUCKS CABOLLIS ABOUT TUTOR :D:D:D:D

okay I'm confused now, do I spell the plural of cabolli as cabollis or cabollies? CHOICES CHOICES CHOICES.

So yerrrrh, english is from 9 til 11, and maths from 145 til 345. GOSH MY WHOLE SATURDAY WASTED.

And craaaaaap, I'm screwed for maths assessment task 2. I HATE CONSUMER SO FREAKING MUCHHHHH. I HATE IT HATE IT HATE IT. :(:(:(:(:(

I've finished my speeeech FINALLY. Was so relieveeeeeeeeeeed. And yerh. Grace and I are gonna TANKKKKK ag. Cuz were cool like that.


Anywhoooo, I'mm go get ready now; LATERZZZZ GUYS. HAVE A LOVERLAAAAY SATURDAY AFTERNOON!

I'm sorry I told you to stop, and for arguing with you, and then rarely talking to you afterwards. And then you went away. I'm so sorry that I didn't see the good in you. I want you to know that I think you are such a wonderful, lovely, caring and funny person. I was being unreasonable and pointed out your one flaw. I'm so sorry. I wish you were here to read this and for me to say it to your face. I'm so sorry. SO SORRY.

Dearest,

I never knew you. And I wish I did. Amah, Mum, all the Ayi's and Agu talk about you so fondly. I remember in China, I would stay up late with the cousins and listen to what they all say about the old times and you.

Dearest,

We had awesome times. I miss you. I'm sorry. I cry for you, I really do.


Love, Holly.

Dearest,

I haven't talked about you or written about you in 3 years, but I've thought about you often. I missed you so much in Yr 7/8. Buuut, I guess now, I've moved on. We used to talk everyday, we called each other, I would stay at your house, blah blah. And besides, you've made keeping in touch a chore.

YOU NEVER PICK UP MY CALLS.
YOU JUST HAPPEN TO BE OFFLINE AS SOON AS I SAY HI ON MSN.

You were a great best friend. We said we would keep in touch, but you made no effort whatsoever.

I don't miss you, I would just like to at least talk to you once in a while for old times sake.

It's your loss.

Bye.

Aw mannnn, I think I'm scared of the dark......


AGAIN :(


When I was little, 4 or 5, I was terrified of the dark. After much convincing, my mum and dad would put me to bed, and then I would run to my grandma's room, turning on all the lights as I ran, I would start crying, and beg her if I could sleep with her, and tell her not to tell mum and dad.


And then Tim came along, and then we shared a room, until I was abouuuut, say 12? It was fun, sharing a bunk bed, staying up all night talking and making him turn off the light every night.


And then he moved out. ACROSS THE HALLWAY :(


So for 3 years, I have had a lamp in my room. I leave it on when I turn my big light off, and then when I'm in my bed, and too sleepy to feel scared, I turn my lamp off.


But last night, my lamp wasn't working.

So what they hell did I do? I TURNED OFF THE LIGHT, RAN TO MY BED, AND ENDED UP RUNNING INTO THE WALL.


FORSHIZZZ IT WAS ABSOLUTELY TERRIFYING.

I hate the dark. Stupid dark. I hate being alone in the dark. SCARY SCARY SCARY.

Does anyone have any tips how I can overcome this fear?

HEEEEEEEEEEEYYYYYYY

out of all the strangers I have talked to, you are probs the nicest :3
LOL, okay, so we were both at Holsworthy station, in the toilet, and we were brushing our teeth. We were both complaining about how stupid we were for waking up late and then brushing our teeth at the station :L:L:L
It was for like, what, 3 minutes? but you're a really nice person :D
you talked to me like we were mates, like, you just marched in, and I turned around to see who it was, and you were just like 'HEEEEYYYY, WHOA, THERE IS SOMEONE JUST LIKE ME ETC ETC'
rofl, I mean, c'mon, you'd be prettaaaaay good friends with someone if you brushed your teeth with them at a train station toilet, riiiiiigggggghhhtttt?
okay, that's all I can think of LOL.
you are the awesomest stranger (h)

there are other strangers I've met; like the ones on the plane, the train and when I'm walking home, but you stand out LOL.

that's the only time I've ever seen you D: I was hoping to see you more, since we go to the same train station, but apparently not :(

okay, well, Ms stranger, good luck with your life, and I swear it would be fate if we ended up brushing our teeth at Holsworthy station again :L

lotsa love, Holly.

I WOULD TRUST HAGRID WITH MY LIFE.

dearest tim,

I have so many things to say to you. Firsties, good luck and please study hard for OC. You get good average (what does that mean?) when you don't try, so just think of what you are capable of when you try your hardest. You are such a smart boy, you just haven't realised it yet. I think I have more confidence in you than you have in yourself.
Secondies, you can be really rude sometimes. The way you come home, slump on the couch, and watch the Nanny, and watch TV til 7, then you go and play runescape, and you never say thank you when someone does something for you. Learn a bit of respect sometimes.
Thirdies, to make up for calling you a rude biartch, you actually can be a sweetie sometimes......SOMETIMES.

To think of it, we are a lot like each other. We are interested in the same things, we go for walks or sit in the backyard and talk, play tennis at the courts, ride bikes, you are basically my social life LOL. You also kinda bring out the inner kid in me with the really stupid things we do - apple schmere, flicking jellybeans, feeding the neighbour's cat avocado seeds and other stupid things.

And yknow, when you go to school camp, or when you have a sleepover, I get excited that there's no distractions in the house, and it's nice and quiet and cleeeaaaan.....but then I get really lonely. Like, unbelievably lonely. I think I also start to miss you. LOL. As in, at home, when you are not there, it can be a friggin' tomb sometimes without your personality; we need 5 Wangs, not 4!
And I remember that time when you sacrificed going to your friend's house......for me. You were gonna leave at like 1 in the arvo, sleep over, then come back the next day at like 6 in the evening. Mum let you go of course, but then you asked whether I had anything to do, and you stayed home, just because your big pathetic sister has a non existent social life. I love youuuu.

You are such a good brother....sometimes. I don't know where I'd be without you; no joke. I hope we stay this close for all our lives. I can't wait until you grow up, and you come to me for girl advice ROFL JOKES.

I love you Tim!

Your big sister.

ma and ba;

I have an actual long letter locked away somewhere. I wrote you these letters like 4 times a year on A5 cardboard, but I've come to the true realisation that I should tell you I love you and how much I appreciate you everyday.

thanks for putting up with me for 15 years.
thanks for listening to my whining, and listening to me ramble everyday at dinner about my day, or my dreams.
thanks for pushing me to do things that you knew were best for me, and would benefit in the long run.
thanks for giving me a home, food, water, paying for school and other activities, family trip days and being a shouler to cry on.
I'm sorry for all the times I've been rude and started an argument on the trivial things.
I'm sorry I don't try hard enough sometimes.

I'm sorry that I'm not the perfect daughter.
but thanks for accepting and loving me for me.

I love you so much, mum and dad.