You know how everything I post is completely, utterly pointless.
Yeah, that's me.
I used to always get shit in my junior years because of my "pointless stories" and people would always tell me that I'm weird, and yeah I've come to accept that.
I don't even know WHY I'm talking about this. But yeeeeeeeees. :/ Hm.
I say so many pointless things cos I actually think I have nothing important to say, and if I really do think it's important, others just don't think so. Yeah?
And yeah, I'm pretty much always complaining and whinging. Honestly I would HATE to have a friend like me. I'm such an annoying twat, I don't know how people put up with me. Hahahaha.
Just sayin'...
Friday, August 19, 2011
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
Sunday, August 14, 2011
Friday, August 12, 2011
Thursday, August 11, 2011
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
So on Sunday, I got tipsy for the first time in EVEEEER! Omgosh, it felt so gooooood. Just being happy, but being quiet, being crazy, you know the drill, etcetc. So excited for after the HSC... ARGH!
While I was tipsy () came, and he just held me... It felt so nice. For someone to just hold me like that. We didn't even need to talk. Too bad I can't express my feelings.
While I was tipsy () came, and he just held me... It felt so nice. For someone to just hold me like that. We didn't even need to talk. Too bad I can't express my feelings.
Sunday, April 24, 2011
Why can't I believe...
So you call me last night. And you tell me that you like me.
Why can't I say it back? I ask him, does it annoy you that I can't say that back?
No, he replies. Why not? Because I know you do, and I don't want you to push yourself into saying it. ARGH. Why can't I just say it. My 'not being able to express my feelings' disease kills me sometimes. ARGH. WHYHWYHWYHWYHWYHWYHWYHY!
So you call me last night. And you tell me that you like me.
Why can't I say it back? I ask him, does it annoy you that I can't say that back?
No, he replies. Why not? Because I know you do, and I don't want you to push yourself into saying it. ARGH. Why can't I just say it. My 'not being able to express my feelings' disease kills me sometimes. ARGH. WHYHWYHWYHWYHWYHWYHWYHY!
Sunday, March 27, 2011
Sunday, March 20, 2011
Saturday, March 19, 2011
INCREDIBLY BORED!
So today I went to Strathfield to go to TUTORR WOOO. Love being in year 12. Hahahaha. So like I was really hungry in the morning so my daddy bought me some BREAD. LOL. Sounds lame but man, it was good. The apple danish I'm having is SOOO nice. :) Gah. So yeah now I'm home. It's 5:43... and I'm bored. Yeah. I should do some work right... But yeah... I'm Nury... SOOOOO you know what I'm going to do? ... Just go to bed and read, and then maybe finish off watching Skins that I was watching on the train this morning! WOO :) that would be quite satisfying. I really don't get people that need to go out all the time. I 'LOVE' staying home and just relaxing. By myself or with my family. I just think it's great. I don't know where that just came from... But yeah this is my blog and this is my rant. And only a few people read my blog. :)
SO FAREWELL MY LOVELIES. Lots of love.
So today I went to Strathfield to go to TUTORR WOOO. Love being in year 12. Hahahaha. So like I was really hungry in the morning so my daddy bought me some BREAD. LOL. Sounds lame but man, it was good. The apple danish I'm having is SOOO nice. :) Gah. So yeah now I'm home. It's 5:43... and I'm bored. Yeah. I should do some work right... But yeah... I'm Nury... SOOOOO you know what I'm going to do? ... Just go to bed and read, and then maybe finish off watching Skins that I was watching on the train this morning! WOO :) that would be quite satisfying. I really don't get people that need to go out all the time. I 'LOVE' staying home and just relaxing. By myself or with my family. I just think it's great. I don't know where that just came from... But yeah this is my blog and this is my rant. And only a few people read my blog. :)
SO FAREWELL MY LOVELIES. Lots of love.
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Monday, March 7, 2011
Well hi mysterious X person!
I hear that you are reading my blog posts.
I WANT TO KNOW WHO YOU ARE BUT YOU DON'T WANT TO TELL ME!
(Dying of curiosity)
Anywho, away from that note. HERRO!
I'm at home on a school day. Why you ask?
Because I'm sick. (Coughing, Sneezing, Dying from pain from all over, Sniffing)
Yeah, I'm considerate didn't want to get anyone else sick or listen to my annoying sniffles. WEEWAAWOO. PLUS, It's kinda bad that I'm away from school because I have a dance assessment tomorrow... And it's kinda not allowed for me to not be at school a day before my assessment. EEK, but don't fear! I shall be getting my doctors certificate and then it'll all be FINE! Sigh, now all I need to do if kinda finish that assessment (consisting of finishing off my 2 minutes of choreography, finishing off my composition diary, and 'STARTING' my presentation.) Yeah I'm pretty screwed! Omnomnomnom. You know what I'll rather be doing? ... Um absolutely nothing. So my plan for today is to do all that dance stuff, read, rest AND then at 4pm go to my physio appointment. Wow I understand why everyone calls me an old lady, I sure do behave like one and spend a day like one!
Toodledoooooooo!
I hear that you are reading my blog posts.
I WANT TO KNOW WHO YOU ARE BUT YOU DON'T WANT TO TELL ME!
(Dying of curiosity)
Anywho, away from that note. HERRO!
I'm at home on a school day. Why you ask?
Because I'm sick. (Coughing, Sneezing, Dying from pain from all over, Sniffing)
Yeah, I'm considerate didn't want to get anyone else sick or listen to my annoying sniffles. WEEWAAWOO. PLUS, It's kinda bad that I'm away from school because I have a dance assessment tomorrow... And it's kinda not allowed for me to not be at school a day before my assessment. EEK, but don't fear! I shall be getting my doctors certificate and then it'll all be FINE! Sigh, now all I need to do if kinda finish that assessment (consisting of finishing off my 2 minutes of choreography, finishing off my composition diary, and 'STARTING' my presentation.) Yeah I'm pretty screwed! Omnomnomnom. You know what I'll rather be doing? ... Um absolutely nothing. So my plan for today is to do all that dance stuff, read, rest AND then at 4pm go to my physio appointment. Wow I understand why everyone calls me an old lady, I sure do behave like one and spend a day like one!
Toodledoooooooo!
Saturday, February 26, 2011
You were on your way home when you died.
It was a car accident. Nothing particularly remarkable, but fatal nonetheless. You left behind a wife and two children. It was a painless death. The EMTs tried their best to save you, but to no avail. Your body was so utterly shattered you were better off, trust me.
And that’s when you met me.
“What… what happened?” You asked. “Where am I?”
“You died,” I said, matter-of-factly. No point in mincing words.
“There was a… a truck and it was skidding…”
“Yup,” I said.
“I… I died?”
“Yup. But don’t feel bad about it. Everyone dies,” I said.
You looked around. There was nothingness. Just you and me. “What is this place?” You asked. “Is this the afterlife?”
“More or less,” I said.
“Are you god?” You asked.
“Yup,” I replied. “I’m God.”
“My kids… my wife,” you said.
“What about them?”
“Will they be all right?”
“That’s what I like to see,” I said. “You just died and your main concern is for your family. That’s good stuff right there.”
You looked at me with fascination. To you, I didn’t look like God. I just looked like some man. Or possibly a woman. Some vague authority figure, maybe. More of a grammar school teacher than the almighty.
“Don’t worry,” I said. “They’ll be fine. Your kids will remember you as perfect in every way. They didn’t have time to grow contempt for you. Your wife will cry on the outside, but will be secretly relieved. To be fair, your marriage was falling apart. If it’s any consolation, she’ll feel very guilty for feeling relieved.”
“Oh,” you said. “So what happens now? Do I go to heaven or hell or something?”
“Neither,” I said. “You’ll be reincarnated.”
“Ah,” you said. “So the Hindus were right,”
“All religions are right in their own way,” I said. “Walk with me.”
You followed along as we strode through the void. “Where are we going?”
“Nowhere in particular,” I said. “It’s just nice to walk while we talk.”
“So what’s the point, then?” You asked. “When I get reborn, I’ll just be a blank slate, right? A baby. So all my experiences and everything I did in this life won’t matter.”
“Not so!” I said. “You have within you all the knowledge and experiences of all your past lives. You just don’t remember them right now.”
I stopped walking and took you by the shoulders. “Your soul is more magnificent, beautiful, and gigantic than you can possibly imagine. A human mind can only contain a tiny fraction of what you are. It’s like sticking your finger in a glass of water to see if it’s hot or cold. You put a tiny part of yourself into the vessel, and when you bring it back out, you’ve gained all the experiences it had.
“You’ve been in a human for the last 48 years, so you haven’t stretched out yet and felt the rest of your immense consciousness. If we hung out here for long enough, you’d start remembering everything. But there’s no point to doing that between each life.”
“How many times have I been reincarnated, then?”
“Oh lots. Lots and lots. An in to lots of different lives.” I said. “This time around, you’ll be a Chinese peasant girl in 540 AD.”
“Wait, what?” You stammered. “You’re sending me back in time?”
“Well, I guess technically. Time, as you know it, only exists in your universe. Things are different where I come from.”
“Where you come from?” You said.
“Oh sure,” I explained “I come from somewhere. Somewhere else. And there are others like me. I know you’ll want to know what it’s like there, but honestly you wouldn’t understand.”
“Oh,” you said, a little let down. “But wait. If I get reincarnated to other places in time, I could have interacted with myself at some point.”
“Sure. Happens all the time. And with both lives only aware of their own lifespan you don’t even know it’s happening.”
“So what’s the point of it all?”
“Seriously?” I asked. “Seriously? You’re asking me for the meaning of life? Isn’t that a little stereotypical?”
“Well it’s a reasonable question,” you persisted.
I looked you in the eye. “The meaning of life, the reason I made this whole universe, is for you to mature.”
“You mean mankind? You want us to mature?”
“No, just you. I made this whole universe for you. With each new life you grow and mature and become a larger and greater intellect.”
“Just me? What about everyone else?”
“There is no one else,” I said. “In this universe, there’s just you and me.”
You stared blankly at me. “But all the people on earth…”
“All you. Different incarnations of you.”
“Wait. I’m everyone!?”
“Now you’re getting it,” I said, with a congratulatory slap on the back.
“I’m every human being who ever lived?”
“Or who will ever live, yes.”
“I’m Abraham Lincoln?”
“And you’re John Wilkes Booth, too,” I added.
“I’m Hitler?” You said, appalled.
“And you’re the millions he killed.”
“I’m Jesus?”
“And you’re everyone who followed him.”
You fell silent.
“Every time you victimized someone,” I said, “you were victimizing yourself. Every act of kindness you’ve done, you’ve done to yourself. Every happy and sad moment ever experienced by any human was, or will be, experienced by you.”
You thought for a long time.
“Why?” You asked me. “Why do all this?”
“Because someday, you will become like me. Because that’s what you are. You’re one of my kind. You’re my child.”
“Whoa,” you said, incredulous. “You mean I’m a god?”
“No. Not yet. You’re a fetus. You’re still growing. Once you’ve lived every human life throughout all time, you will have grown enough to be born.”
“So the whole universe,” you said, “it’s just…”
“An egg.” I answered. “Now it’s time for you to move on to your next life.”
And I sent you on your way.
Source: http://www.galactanet.com/oneoff/theegg_mod.html
It was a car accident. Nothing particularly remarkable, but fatal nonetheless. You left behind a wife and two children. It was a painless death. The EMTs tried their best to save you, but to no avail. Your body was so utterly shattered you were better off, trust me.
And that’s when you met me.
“What… what happened?” You asked. “Where am I?”
“You died,” I said, matter-of-factly. No point in mincing words.
“There was a… a truck and it was skidding…”
“Yup,” I said.
“I… I died?”
“Yup. But don’t feel bad about it. Everyone dies,” I said.
You looked around. There was nothingness. Just you and me. “What is this place?” You asked. “Is this the afterlife?”
“More or less,” I said.
“Are you god?” You asked.
“Yup,” I replied. “I’m God.”
“My kids… my wife,” you said.
“What about them?”
“Will they be all right?”
“That’s what I like to see,” I said. “You just died and your main concern is for your family. That’s good stuff right there.”
You looked at me with fascination. To you, I didn’t look like God. I just looked like some man. Or possibly a woman. Some vague authority figure, maybe. More of a grammar school teacher than the almighty.
“Don’t worry,” I said. “They’ll be fine. Your kids will remember you as perfect in every way. They didn’t have time to grow contempt for you. Your wife will cry on the outside, but will be secretly relieved. To be fair, your marriage was falling apart. If it’s any consolation, she’ll feel very guilty for feeling relieved.”
“Oh,” you said. “So what happens now? Do I go to heaven or hell or something?”
“Neither,” I said. “You’ll be reincarnated.”
“Ah,” you said. “So the Hindus were right,”
“All religions are right in their own way,” I said. “Walk with me.”
You followed along as we strode through the void. “Where are we going?”
“Nowhere in particular,” I said. “It’s just nice to walk while we talk.”
“So what’s the point, then?” You asked. “When I get reborn, I’ll just be a blank slate, right? A baby. So all my experiences and everything I did in this life won’t matter.”
“Not so!” I said. “You have within you all the knowledge and experiences of all your past lives. You just don’t remember them right now.”
I stopped walking and took you by the shoulders. “Your soul is more magnificent, beautiful, and gigantic than you can possibly imagine. A human mind can only contain a tiny fraction of what you are. It’s like sticking your finger in a glass of water to see if it’s hot or cold. You put a tiny part of yourself into the vessel, and when you bring it back out, you’ve gained all the experiences it had.
“You’ve been in a human for the last 48 years, so you haven’t stretched out yet and felt the rest of your immense consciousness. If we hung out here for long enough, you’d start remembering everything. But there’s no point to doing that between each life.”
“How many times have I been reincarnated, then?”
“Oh lots. Lots and lots. An in to lots of different lives.” I said. “This time around, you’ll be a Chinese peasant girl in 540 AD.”
“Wait, what?” You stammered. “You’re sending me back in time?”
“Well, I guess technically. Time, as you know it, only exists in your universe. Things are different where I come from.”
“Where you come from?” You said.
“Oh sure,” I explained “I come from somewhere. Somewhere else. And there are others like me. I know you’ll want to know what it’s like there, but honestly you wouldn’t understand.”
“Oh,” you said, a little let down. “But wait. If I get reincarnated to other places in time, I could have interacted with myself at some point.”
“Sure. Happens all the time. And with both lives only aware of their own lifespan you don’t even know it’s happening.”
“So what’s the point of it all?”
“Seriously?” I asked. “Seriously? You’re asking me for the meaning of life? Isn’t that a little stereotypical?”
“Well it’s a reasonable question,” you persisted.
I looked you in the eye. “The meaning of life, the reason I made this whole universe, is for you to mature.”
“You mean mankind? You want us to mature?”
“No, just you. I made this whole universe for you. With each new life you grow and mature and become a larger and greater intellect.”
“Just me? What about everyone else?”
“There is no one else,” I said. “In this universe, there’s just you and me.”
You stared blankly at me. “But all the people on earth…”
“All you. Different incarnations of you.”
“Wait. I’m everyone!?”
“Now you’re getting it,” I said, with a congratulatory slap on the back.
“I’m every human being who ever lived?”
“Or who will ever live, yes.”
“I’m Abraham Lincoln?”
“And you’re John Wilkes Booth, too,” I added.
“I’m Hitler?” You said, appalled.
“And you’re the millions he killed.”
“I’m Jesus?”
“And you’re everyone who followed him.”
You fell silent.
“Every time you victimized someone,” I said, “you were victimizing yourself. Every act of kindness you’ve done, you’ve done to yourself. Every happy and sad moment ever experienced by any human was, or will be, experienced by you.”
You thought for a long time.
“Why?” You asked me. “Why do all this?”
“Because someday, you will become like me. Because that’s what you are. You’re one of my kind. You’re my child.”
“Whoa,” you said, incredulous. “You mean I’m a god?”
“No. Not yet. You’re a fetus. You’re still growing. Once you’ve lived every human life throughout all time, you will have grown enough to be born.”
“So the whole universe,” you said, “it’s just…”
“An egg.” I answered. “Now it’s time for you to move on to your next life.”
And I sent you on your way.
Source: http://www.galactanet.com/oneoff/theegg_mod.html
Friday, February 25, 2011
Why does life just seem so dull at times, at the most odd times of your life. It frustrates me when sudden rushes of sadness penetrates me through any possible entrance. It just lurks around for a while and everything around you feels unimportant. A tear may drop during these strange few minutes or hours or may just glisten at the rim of your eyes. It's just all peculiar. Then everything is fine, as if nothing happened. It makes you feel even more weird. Yeah.
Monday, February 21, 2011
ADELE - FIRST LOVE
So little to say but so much time,
despite my empty mouth the words are in my mind.
Please wear the face, the one where you smile,
because you lighten up my heart when I start to cry.
Forgive me first love, but I'm tired.
I need to get away to feel again.
Try to understand why, don't get so close to change my mind.
Please wipe that look out of your eyes, it's bribing me to doubt myself;
simply, it's tiring.
This love has dried up and stayed behind,
and if I stay I'll be alive,
then choke on words I'd always hide.
Excuse me first love, but we're through.
I need to taste the kiss from someone knew.
Forgive me first love, but I'm too tired.
I'm bored to say the least and I, I lack desire.
Forgive me first love, forgive me first love, forgive me first love, forgive me first love, forgive me, forgive me first love, forgive me first love
So little to say but so much time,
despite my empty mouth the words are in my mind.
Please wear the face, the one where you smile,
because you lighten up my heart when I start to cry.
Forgive me first love, but I'm tired.
I need to get away to feel again.
Try to understand why, don't get so close to change my mind.
Please wipe that look out of your eyes, it's bribing me to doubt myself;
simply, it's tiring.
This love has dried up and stayed behind,
and if I stay I'll be alive,
then choke on words I'd always hide.
Excuse me first love, but we're through.
I need to taste the kiss from someone knew.
Forgive me first love, but I'm too tired.
I'm bored to say the least and I, I lack desire.
Forgive me first love, forgive me first love, forgive me first love, forgive me first love, forgive me, forgive me first love, forgive me first love
Today, just like any other day.
Wake up to the sounds of my alarm at 6:30am. But not get out till probably about 6:45am. Take a shower. Put in contact lenses. Daily make-up. Dry my hair. Blabla, and off to school I go. My subjects I had today were:
1. English (ERGHHHH hate. it. so. much.)
2. Society & Culture (YEP, pretty much screwed for this subject.)
3. Non-Face-To-Face Dance (I actually asked Ms. C for the keys to the movement studio so I can do some choreo. Nope didn't happen.)
4. Physics (I missed Mr. V-L today :()
GAHA, but in Physics, JYP, Sam and I went into the corner to "revise" the space topic. But we just ended up talking about jackshitttt, like just talking about our lives and those sorts. It was quite enjoyable... :) "What happens in the corner, stays in the corner" GAHA. :) Love theeem. Probably haven't revealed as much about life anywhere more than this special corner of ours! So then after school I go to Lidcombe and meet my MOMMA! We went to the physio where I was getting my little "check up thingy" so they can prescribe me with Chinese herbal medicine cos I'm just dead these days. Half way through the "asking personal questions time" I asked him "Does this thing even work? ..." and I got the eye. :( Just a question, chill. Nooooooooow I'm actually meant to be finishing my essay. But I'm confused about my thesis cos I think at some points I'm contradicting it... Oh well. HAHA. Waiting for my MOMMMA cos I want food. Gonna make her take me outtt. I'm hungry.
Wake up to the sounds of my alarm at 6:30am. But not get out till probably about 6:45am. Take a shower. Put in contact lenses. Daily make-up. Dry my hair. Blabla, and off to school I go. My subjects I had today were:
1. English (ERGHHHH hate. it. so. much.)
2. Society & Culture (YEP, pretty much screwed for this subject.)
3. Non-Face-To-Face Dance (I actually asked Ms. C for the keys to the movement studio so I can do some choreo. Nope didn't happen.)
4. Physics (I missed Mr. V-L today :()
GAHA, but in Physics, JYP, Sam and I went into the corner to "revise" the space topic. But we just ended up talking about jackshitttt, like just talking about our lives and those sorts. It was quite enjoyable... :) "What happens in the corner, stays in the corner" GAHA. :) Love theeem. Probably haven't revealed as much about life anywhere more than this special corner of ours! So then after school I go to Lidcombe and meet my MOMMA! We went to the physio where I was getting my little "check up thingy" so they can prescribe me with Chinese herbal medicine cos I'm just dead these days. Half way through the "asking personal questions time" I asked him "Does this thing even work? ..." and I got the eye. :( Just a question, chill. Nooooooooow I'm actually meant to be finishing my essay. But I'm confused about my thesis cos I think at some points I'm contradicting it... Oh well. HAHA. Waiting for my MOMMMA cos I want food. Gonna make her take me outtt. I'm hungry.
Sunday, February 20, 2011
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