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Um?
Shit written down here are just my pea's worth of life crisis. You are not to take anything I mentioned against me. I do not ever need your validation to live. I strongly suggest you not to get worked up over stuff that does not concern you at all.
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FUCKING HELL
Written on: Friday, February 5, 2010
Time: 1:04 AM
WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?
YOU POP UP BEHIND ME SO SUDDENLY YOU GAVE ME A FUCKING HEART ATTACK YOU FUCKING RUDE WOMAN! WHAT THE FUCK ELSE AM I DOING AT THIS OTHER THAN FUCKING STUDYING FOR MY DAMN HSC BECAUSE YOUR DAUGHTER IS A FUCKING DUMB BITCH AT SCHOOL WHO IS COMPLETELY FAILING ALL HER SUBJECTS. RAGE TO THE NEXT MILLENIUM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT FOR? PICKING UP MY PHONE CALLS AND LISTENING TO US? DO YOU THINK I'M STUPID? YOU THINK I WOULDN'T KNOW IF SOMEONE FROM THE OTHER HANDSET PICKED UP AND IS CLEARLY EAVESDROPPING INTO MY CONVERSATION? DO YOU KNOW WHAT FUCKING PRIVACY MEANS? PRIVACY IS NOT INVADING OTHERS' PERSONAL SPACE AND CONFIDENTIAL BUSINESSES AND AT THE VERY LEAST, NOT PICKING UP AND EAVESDROPPING INTO SOMEBODY ELSE'S CONVERSATION. REGARDLESS OF WHO I WAS ON THE PHONE WITH. DO YOU THINK I'M THAT DUMB I WOULD BE OBLIVIOUS ABOUT YOU TRYING TO FISH OUT ALL EXISTING INFORMATION AND EVIDENCE ON MY LOVE LIFE? STOP THINKING I DON'T KNOW ABOUT YOU ASKING THE COUSINS AND FAMILY FRIENDS I HANG AROUND WITH PRACTICALLY EVERY SECOND. YOU THINK THOSE SLY, CUNNING INTERROGATIONS WON'T GET BACK TO ME? YOU ARE PATHETIC. YOU ARE PATHETICALLY BLINDED AND ILL. MENTALLY ILL TO THE FUCKING DAYS.
NOW PLEASE ME ALONE AND IF YOU INVADE AN INCH OF MY PRIVACY AGAIN I PROMISE YOUR BAND CARD WILL LOSE AT LEAST 5 GRAND. HO HO HO! SANTA CLAUSE IS COMING! AWHILE BACK SANTA WHISPERED YOUR PIN NUMBER INTO MY EARS AND MADE THEM DROOL SUGAR AND GLITTER. IT WAS EAR PORN. IT WAS ORGASMIC. IT WAS PRACTICALLY A BRIEF TOUCH FROM GOD.
Mother, please don't think I won't do what I said because you know I will. You know I do the things I say I'd do so please don't risk it. You should know by now I'm pretty bold and endearing in the extreme negative form and I don't think of possible consequences or whatnot. Don't use money as stakes to the privacy on my love life. I don't have one. And even if I do, I would've started telling you fairytales about 3 years ago. Not now. Not today. Not anytime soon because I practically wanted to eat your head off when you showed up in front of my doors so suddenly my heart jumped out of my throat. Now mother, do you want your bank account to stay safe or not? The choice is yours, Your Majesty.
emki.
Pretty ugly
Written on: Friday, January 29, 2010
Time: 11:32 PM
There's one thing that has been bothering us for awhile now and we're not fucked to structure this entry properly. We're just gonna go with our streams of consciousness hoping it will eventually make sense, somehow. So here it goes.
It's plural because it's not only me (the queen of this blog) voicing my all-time logical statement but two other dumb, giggly bimbos.
Imagine two different individuals, one's ugly (the most literary definition of what "ugly" looks like, physically and mentally because her heart is, if not the same, uglier as her appearance) and one's pretty (not necessarily a universal beauty but at the very least, much prettier than the ugly one). Let's make them both girls. Take into account that you are your own worst critic and that you focus on your flaws more than your physically attractive traits. And I'm just gonna apply basic social norms in this situation where if the pretty person calls herself "ugly", it's an immediate no-no just because everyone else thinks she's pretty and by her putting herself down, she's apparently fishing for attention and compliments. However, if the ugly person calls herself "ugly", everyone has to deal with her inherent sorrows and try their best to change the conversation topic even if they aren't willing to emotionally comfort her, regardless of the awkwardness she has stirred. You have to remember that this ugly person has one extremely emulous and begrudging heart.
Now, when the pretty person calls someone elses "ugly", she will be immediately shunned by the society, considered a bitch and all those other bad names even if she has the credits to do so. It's just wrong for her to speak such cruel words to the less fortunate ones by birth. However, if the ugly person calls someone elses "ugly", it's apparently normal for girls to be catty, insecure and gossip around hence such act can be forgiven. She wouldn't be granted bad names. She's just another girl. Worst yet if the ugly person possess an ugly heart pumped with the most horrible form of jealousy calls the pretty person "ugly" as a way of mental self-comfort, it is futile because it wouldn't scrap one slice of beauty awat from the pretty person therefore it is considered okay. However, if the pretty person decides to defend herself and call the ugly pretty "ugly" in return, she would be shunned again by the society due to her nasty tongue as she was supposed to take in all ridiculous comments from the ugly person without saying a word back. Because now she has confronted the ugly person the truth that she is ugly, she has scrapped every pieces of the ugly person's barely remaining dignity and self-esteem away from her, causing her to drop to the new low. It's not the ugly person's fault even though she has initiated the conflict, it's the pretty person's fault of revealing the truth. But then again, you may wonder why the ugly person would do such thing in the first place, there is only one explanation- jealousy.
Last but not least, people tend to forget that everyone are intrinsically greedy. It is merely a part of how human nature functions. And I'm gonna make this quick before I head off to eat with my special friend. If the pretty person wants to be more visually satisfying by applying make-up or wishing for a procedure of artificial surgery, she's immediately deemed as a vain, greedy cakeface. Even if all those desires are purely personal that has got nothing to do with anybody, people tend to butt in alot with these sort of situations. However, if an ugly person is wearing make-up or wanting to get some form of plastic surgery done, it's apparently socially acceptable due to the proven fact that everyone wants to look good in order to attract the opposite sex or simply feel good and confident about themselves. It's reasonable for someone ugly to have such indulgent, humane inclinations. But this sense of typical yearning suddenly becomes inhumane and unreasonable if a not so bad-looking person aspires it as it is seen as greed. Thus basically everything an ugly person do is forgivable but if a pretty person crosses the line, it's not. It doesn't make sense at all.
Suck it up, all you pretty people out there. You just don't have the reason to whine about anything in life and even if you want to defend yourself and knock some sense into that ugly fatty, you can't. You're forbidden to diminish that 0.01% of self-esteem and self-confidence from that ugly someone. And if you live to break this rule, you'll be referred as a bitch. I listed all reasons why we need bitches in this world. They are vital and can be sometimes helpful. Helpful when it comes to those ugly people driving you into guilt trips and ultimate irritation. Just grab the bitch you've successfully clung onto and push her to that ugly fuck. Life is so different for someone pretty and ugly. But then again, everyone's the same. We all have our pretty and ugly sides to us. Now shut the fuck up and get the fuck out. Learn to pick out the silver linings at all times, because that's the only way to move on with life.
Christina&&CGCathbraaah tags here 30.01.2010!!!!!!!!!!! =)
My blog is officially contaminated. Cheers.
emki.
Theoretical
Written on: Sunday, January 24, 2010
Time: 6:07 AM
"Missing someone gets easier everyday,
because even though it's one day further
from the last time you saw each other,
its one day closer from the next time you will. "
As I spent my whole night on the phone, I managed to produce a theory about the opposite sex. No sleep again for a lovely reason this time. I think how a guy behaves is directly proportional to the size of his phallic. Yes, let's use some Freudian language here instead of being obscenely bland. The following theory is purely random, not stirring some feminist approach. Maybe I should because girls can't do what guys do without being shunned by the society. Anyway think about it for a second. If one lacks a truckload of fortune, one can work hard and earn and build his way up to an international known empire. If one lacks attractive physical appearance, one can get plastic surgery (not only females want to look good to attract attention) or his display photos on Facebook can be depended on employing the skills of photoshop. If one lacks refined body physique, one can sweat it out by visiting the gym daily or just simply invest in liposuction- so much easier than painful diets and exercises! However, if one lacks a presentable phallic, one must writhe and endure the reality as laughable, small phallics cannot be changed.
The bearers of small phallics are inherently disconsolate, insecure and troubled due to the typical behaviour of small cocks, I mean, phallics. Thus those miserly, uptight, anal, apprehensive and narrow-minded guys that sustain grudges for ten billion years all share one common interest and that is the torment of possessing small phallics. Everytime I meet a fucked up guy who has no reason to be, I'll simply assume he has a small phallic as he can't gain hold of the universally conventional, timeless characteristics and features of a real man. Guys always tend to blame girls saying we are always PMS-ing or menopausal. This commanding demeanour seems overtly acceptable. So when it's the guys who are acting wonky, there is no more than one explanation- small phallics. Let's just leave as I'm always right. Well almost. The percentage I get it wrong is negligible. Or they're gay, which qualifies them for PMS and menopause.
Okay done, it's sunrise soon and it's a Sunday today which means I'm going to cruise around again. School's back soon yet my mode is still switched as post-HSC. Subconsciously I deem myself as a high school graduate already. Ridiculous. Another noteworthy occurence would be that my sisters and I've already made considerable donations to Haiti. I think I'll continue donating but it's coming to the end of the month, I've already splurged most moolah on shopping and going out. I want to make another donation when I get my allowance again next month. Watching those news reports makes me madly appreciate my life and hence I want to help those who needs it. All those injured children became orphans... so heartbreaking.
emki.
Rendezvous
Written on: Saturday, January 23, 2010
Time: 12:31 PM
First day in a long time I've stayed at home, so for people who read this, I finally get to write something substantial about last night. Now that I'm heading into my final years at high school, life is more hectic than ever. At times I cannot stop wondering about the loved and lost, the known and unknown, the present and future. The never-ending challenges, attention-seeking fast paced lifestyle, ever-changing situations and people, the superficial cocktail parties, the mind-blowing competition which eats away at your sanity. Whatever happens this year, I take this as an oppurtunity to grow and connect with my own ambitions. I may not be able to control the external factors, but for all those that I can, I shall make sure they're tightly wound around my finger.
In the dead of the night without all the booze and strobe lights, I can finally think properly again. I embarked on the most dramatic risk. And to think that it's only the beginning of the new decade, I think this will become more often. It was the first time I've ever done this for anybody. Although I got half busted in the morning with a deadly threaten of my social life ban until the end of HSC, I don't regret what I did. It was a comfortable yet unpredictable night and that's what I like best- having the most enjoyable fun under constant panic attacks. It's the parallel of pleasure and pain (if caught) and it was really exciting. But about three hours before the dangerous mission was activated, I must admit I was trembling and shaking as it is the first time doing the wrong thing at the wrong time under my parent's eye. My heart couldn't stop pounding and I was so nervous. What happens if I got caught? It's pretty obvious that will be the end of my life, literally. In the end, I did get half busted but they don't know what really went on. They are believing the softer side of things which is heading the right way for me since I'm just gonna stay silent and not talk back to any annoying slurs/blackmailing/threatening/hours-long lectures. I'm planning to keep my mouth shut whatsoever and lead them into thinking the soft side as they are already convinced. It was a memorable night. I so don't regret. Even if I'm forced to sit down and face them and accept their continous gun-downs. As I'm writing this I don't know why but there is this absurd fountain of euphoria pumping in me. For once in my life, let's put the horror of HSC away, I'm content with everything in my life. He puts a smile on my face like how it used to glow up. Thanks heaps buddy! :)
Why would I complain? If I didn't chuck the biggest fit before, I obviously wouldn't do it now/ I've got about ten more months of busy high school life. And what does that mean? Yes it means I'm turning legal, beholding all of my human rights without one slight restriction. Three more terms is seriously nothing. Time flies. Especially if I'll get the maximum of ten hours of sleep every week, trying to get it through. Meanwhile, I'll obviously do as I've promised. After that it will my official freedom and independence. I forgot what exactly occurred that day now but my mom was shouting how I'm still a 17 year old I still have to listen to her as I bolted right out of the house. As rushed and irritated as I was, I heard her repeating how I can do whatever I want as soon as I'm an adult and the end of HSC. Apparently I'm still her responsibility because I'm still not legal and I'm still a student who needs to rely on her to survive. Thank you mother! I've finally got those precious words out from your mouth. Your words were the best encouragement. Holidays are coming to an end and the many challenges of 2010 loom ahead. I want to secretly thank my parents for giving me the chance to do what I want after HSC. I know that some don't get the same privileges as myself. I'll be having the most awesome summer of 2010. This kind of lifestyle may not appeal to some, but through travel, through experiences, I know that this is what I want. And if you want something bad enough, you just might get it. So fly, time, fly.
HSC... GET THE FUCK OUT!
emki.
Unpredictable
Written on: Thursday, January 21, 2010
Time: 3:21 AM
I'm committed.
emki.
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FUCKING HELL
Written on: Friday, February 5, 2010
Time: 1:04 AM
WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?
YOU POP UP BEHIND ME SO SUDDENLY YOU GAVE ME A FUCKING HEART ATTACK YOU FUCKING RUDE WOMAN! WHAT THE FUCK ELSE AM I DOING AT THIS OTHER THAN FUCKING STUDYING FOR MY DAMN HSC BECAUSE YOUR DAUGHTER IS A FUCKING DUMB BITCH AT SCHOOL WHO IS COMPLETELY FAILING ALL HER SUBJECTS. RAGE TO THE NEXT MILLENIUM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT FOR? PICKING UP MY PHONE CALLS AND LISTENING TO US? DO YOU THINK I'M STUPID? YOU THINK I WOULDN'T KNOW IF SOMEONE FROM THE OTHER HANDSET PICKED UP AND IS CLEARLY EAVESDROPPING INTO MY CONVERSATION? DO YOU KNOW WHAT FUCKING PRIVACY MEANS? PRIVACY IS NOT INVADING OTHERS' PERSONAL SPACE AND CONFIDENTIAL BUSINESSES AND AT THE VERY LEAST, NOT PICKING UP AND EAVESDROPPING INTO SOMEBODY ELSE'S CONVERSATION. REGARDLESS OF WHO I WAS ON THE PHONE WITH. DO YOU THINK I'M THAT DUMB I WOULD BE OBLIVIOUS ABOUT YOU TRYING TO FISH OUT ALL EXISTING INFORMATION AND EVIDENCE ON MY LOVE LIFE? STOP THINKING I DON'T KNOW ABOUT YOU ASKING THE COUSINS AND FAMILY FRIENDS I HANG AROUND WITH PRACTICALLY EVERY SECOND. YOU THINK THOSE SLY, CUNNING INTERROGATIONS WON'T GET BACK TO ME? YOU ARE PATHETIC. YOU ARE PATHETICALLY BLINDED AND ILL. MENTALLY ILL TO THE FUCKING DAYS.
NOW PLEASE ME ALONE AND IF YOU INVADE AN INCH OF MY PRIVACY AGAIN I PROMISE YOUR BAND CARD WILL LOSE AT LEAST 5 GRAND. HO HO HO! SANTA CLAUSE IS COMING! AWHILE BACK SANTA WHISPERED YOUR PIN NUMBER INTO MY EARS AND MADE THEM DROOL SUGAR AND GLITTER. IT WAS EAR PORN. IT WAS ORGASMIC. IT WAS PRACTICALLY A BRIEF TOUCH FROM GOD.
Mother, please don't think I won't do what I said because you know I will. You know I do the things I say I'd do so please don't risk it. You should know by now I'm pretty bold and endearing in the extreme negative form and I don't think of possible consequences or whatnot. Don't use money as stakes to the privacy on my love life. I don't have one. And even if I do, I would've started telling you fairytales about 3 years ago. Not now. Not today. Not anytime soon because I practically wanted to eat your head off when you showed up in front of my doors so suddenly my heart jumped out of my throat. Now mother, do you want your bank account to stay safe or not? The choice is yours, Your Majesty.
emki.
Pretty ugly
Written on: Friday, January 29, 2010
Time: 11:32 PM
There's one thing that has been bothering us for awhile now and we're not fucked to structure this entry properly. We're just gonna go with our streams of consciousness hoping it will eventually make sense, somehow. So here it goes.
It's plural because it's not only me (the queen of this blog) voicing my all-time logical statement but two other dumb, giggly bimbos.
Imagine two different individuals, one's ugly (the most literary definition of what "ugly" looks like, physically and mentally because her heart is, if not the same, uglier as her appearance) and one's pretty (not necessarily a universal beauty but at the very least, much prettier than the ugly one). Let's make them both girls. Take into account that you are your own worst critic and that you focus on your flaws more than your physically attractive traits. And I'm just gonna apply basic social norms in this situation where if the pretty person calls herself "ugly", it's an immediate no-no just because everyone else thinks she's pretty and by her putting herself down, she's apparently fishing for attention and compliments. However, if the ugly person calls herself "ugly", everyone has to deal with her inherent sorrows and try their best to change the conversation topic even if they aren't willing to emotionally comfort her, regardless of the awkwardness she has stirred. You have to remember that this ugly person has one extremely emulous and begrudging heart.
Now, when the pretty person calls someone elses "ugly", she will be immediately shunned by the society, considered a bitch and all those other bad names even if she has the credits to do so. It's just wrong for her to speak such cruel words to the less fortunate ones by birth. However, if the ugly person calls someone elses "ugly", it's apparently normal for girls to be catty, insecure and gossip around hence such act can be forgiven. She wouldn't be granted bad names. She's just another girl. Worst yet if the ugly person possess an ugly heart pumped with the most horrible form of jealousy calls the pretty person "ugly" as a way of mental self-comfort, it is futile because it wouldn't scrap one slice of beauty awat from the pretty person therefore it is considered okay. However, if the pretty person decides to defend herself and call the ugly pretty "ugly" in return, she would be shunned again by the society due to her nasty tongue as she was supposed to take in all ridiculous comments from the ugly person without saying a word back. Because now she has confronted the ugly person the truth that she is ugly, she has scrapped every pieces of the ugly person's barely remaining dignity and self-esteem away from her, causing her to drop to the new low. It's not the ugly person's fault even though she has initiated the conflict, it's the pretty person's fault of revealing the truth. But then again, you may wonder why the ugly person would do such thing in the first place, there is only one explanation- jealousy.
Last but not least, people tend to forget that everyone are intrinsically greedy. It is merely a part of how human nature functions. And I'm gonna make this quick before I head off to eat with my special friend. If the pretty person wants to be more visually satisfying by applying make-up or wishing for a procedure of artificial surgery, she's immediately deemed as a vain, greedy cakeface. Even if all those desires are purely personal that has got nothing to do with anybody, people tend to butt in alot with these sort of situations. However, if an ugly person is wearing make-up or wanting to get some form of plastic surgery done, it's apparently socially acceptable due to the proven fact that everyone wants to look good in order to attract the opposite sex or simply feel good and confident about themselves. It's reasonable for someone ugly to have such indulgent, humane inclinations. But this sense of typical yearning suddenly becomes inhumane and unreasonable if a not so bad-looking person aspires it as it is seen as greed. Thus basically everything an ugly person do is forgivable but if a pretty person crosses the line, it's not. It doesn't make sense at all.
Suck it up, all you pretty people out there. You just don't have the reason to whine about anything in life and even if you want to defend yourself and knock some sense into that ugly fatty, you can't. You're forbidden to diminish that 0.01% of self-esteem and self-confidence from that ugly someone. And if you live to break this rule, you'll be referred as a bitch. I listed all reasons why we need bitches in this world. They are vital and can be sometimes helpful. Helpful when it comes to those ugly people driving you into guilt trips and ultimate irritation. Just grab the bitch you've successfully clung onto and push her to that ugly fuck. Life is so different for someone pretty and ugly. But then again, everyone's the same. We all have our pretty and ugly sides to us. Now shut the fuck up and get the fuck out. Learn to pick out the silver linings at all times, because that's the only way to move on with life.
Christina&&CGCathbraaah tags here 30.01.2010!!!!!!!!!!! =)
My blog is officially contaminated. Cheers.
emki.
Theoretical
Written on: Sunday, January 24, 2010
Time: 6:07 AM
"Missing someone gets easier everyday,
because even though it's one day further
from the last time you saw each other,
its one day closer from the next time you will. "
As I spent my whole night on the phone, I managed to produce a theory about the opposite sex. No sleep again for a lovely reason this time. I think how a guy behaves is directly proportional to the size of his phallic. Yes, let's use some Freudian language here instead of being obscenely bland. The following theory is purely random, not stirring some feminist approach. Maybe I should because girls can't do what guys do without being shunned by the society. Anyway think about it for a second. If one lacks a truckload of fortune, one can work hard and earn and build his way up to an international known empire. If one lacks attractive physical appearance, one can get plastic surgery (not only females want to look good to attract attention) or his display photos on Facebook can be depended on employing the skills of photoshop. If one lacks refined body physique, one can sweat it out by visiting the gym daily or just simply invest in liposuction- so much easier than painful diets and exercises! However, if one lacks a presentable phallic, one must writhe and endure the reality as laughable, small phallics cannot be changed.
The bearers of small phallics are inherently disconsolate, insecure and troubled due to the typical behaviour of small cocks, I mean, phallics. Thus those miserly, uptight, anal, apprehensive and narrow-minded guys that sustain grudges for ten billion years all share one common interest and that is the torment of possessing small phallics. Everytime I meet a fucked up guy who has no reason to be, I'll simply assume he has a small phallic as he can't gain hold of the universally conventional, timeless characteristics and features of a real man. Guys always tend to blame girls saying we are always PMS-ing or menopausal. This commanding demeanour seems overtly acceptable. So when it's the guys who are acting wonky, there is no more than one explanation- small phallics. Let's just leave as I'm always right. Well almost. The percentage I get it wrong is negligible. Or they're gay, which qualifies them for PMS and menopause.
Okay done, it's sunrise soon and it's a Sunday today which means I'm going to cruise around again. School's back soon yet my mode is still switched as post-HSC. Subconsciously I deem myself as a high school graduate already. Ridiculous. Another noteworthy occurence would be that my sisters and I've already made considerable donations to Haiti. I think I'll continue donating but it's coming to the end of the month, I've already splurged most moolah on shopping and going out. I want to make another donation when I get my allowance again next month. Watching those news reports makes me madly appreciate my life and hence I want to help those who needs it. All those injured children became orphans... so heartbreaking.
emki.
Rendezvous
Written on: Saturday, January 23, 2010
Time: 12:31 PM
First day in a long time I've stayed at home, so for people who read this, I finally get to write something substantial about last night. Now that I'm heading into my final years at high school, life is more hectic than ever. At times I cannot stop wondering about the loved and lost, the known and unknown, the present and future. The never-ending challenges, attention-seeking fast paced lifestyle, ever-changing situations and people, the superficial cocktail parties, the mind-blowing competition which eats away at your sanity. Whatever happens this year, I take this as an oppurtunity to grow and connect with my own ambitions. I may not be able to control the external factors, but for all those that I can, I shall make sure they're tightly wound around my finger.
In the dead of the night without all the booze and strobe lights, I can finally think properly again. I embarked on the most dramatic risk. And to think that it's only the beginning of the new decade, I think this will become more often. It was the first time I've ever done this for anybody. Although I got half busted in the morning with a deadly threaten of my social life ban until the end of HSC, I don't regret what I did. It was a comfortable yet unpredictable night and that's what I like best- having the most enjoyable fun under constant panic attacks. It's the parallel of pleasure and pain (if caught) and it was really exciting. But about three hours before the dangerous mission was activated, I must admit I was trembling and shaking as it is the first time doing the wrong thing at the wrong time under my parent's eye. My heart couldn't stop pounding and I was so nervous. What happens if I got caught? It's pretty obvious that will be the end of my life, literally. In the end, I did get half busted but they don't know what really went on. They are believing the softer side of things which is heading the right way for me since I'm just gonna stay silent and not talk back to any annoying slurs/blackmailing/threatening/hours-long lectures. I'm planning to keep my mouth shut whatsoever and lead them into thinking the soft side as they are already convinced. It was a memorable night. I so don't regret. Even if I'm forced to sit down and face them and accept their continous gun-downs. As I'm writing this I don't know why but there is this absurd fountain of euphoria pumping in me. For once in my life, let's put the horror of HSC away, I'm content with everything in my life. He puts a smile on my face like how it used to glow up. Thanks heaps buddy! :)
Why would I complain? If I didn't chuck the biggest fit before, I obviously wouldn't do it now/ I've got about ten more months of busy high school life. And what does that mean? Yes it means I'm turning legal, beholding all of my human rights without one slight restriction. Three more terms is seriously nothing. Time flies. Especially if I'll get the maximum of ten hours of sleep every week, trying to get it through. Meanwhile, I'll obviously do as I've promised. After that it will my official freedom and independence. I forgot what exactly occurred that day now but my mom was shouting how I'm still a 17 year old I still have to listen to her as I bolted right out of the house. As rushed and irritated as I was, I heard her repeating how I can do whatever I want as soon as I'm an adult and the end of HSC. Apparently I'm still her responsibility because I'm still not legal and I'm still a student who needs to rely on her to survive. Thank you mother! I've finally got those precious words out from your mouth. Your words were the best encouragement. Holidays are coming to an end and the many challenges of 2010 loom ahead. I want to secretly thank my parents for giving me the chance to do what I want after HSC. I know that some don't get the same privileges as myself. I'll be having the most awesome summer of 2010. This kind of lifestyle may not appeal to some, but through travel, through experiences, I know that this is what I want. And if you want something bad enough, you just might get it. So fly, time, fly.
HSC... GET THE FUCK OUT!
emki.
Unpredictable
Written on: Thursday, January 21, 2010
Time: 3:21 AM
I'm committed.
emki.
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Autobiography
- I'm Emily, closeries call me Emki.
- I'm a year from turning legal.
- HSC makes me a very sad child.
- I am a grammar Nazi.
- My friends are my family.
- See you around at midnight parties.
- Admittedly spoilt, not a good thing.
- Winter is preferred over summer.
My mouth is dry with words I cannot verbalise.
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This Virginity
Opened: 19th December, 2007
Blogged: 3rd March, 2008
Viewed: 
You know you ♥ me.
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