Possibly best Friday I've ever had?
Or perhaps best Friday in New Zealand. Definitely the latter.

And I feel the urge to, in awesome clarity, describe the day's epicness to you :D

We were doing Maori art in the First Block, and actually I think I spent more time walking around and pestering others than I did drawing. Somehow I ended up talking to Tom about pimps and prostitutes.

"You're the only girl I know who wants to be a boy, you know?"

"Really?"

"Wait, no, there's my sister. She's 7"

"She's 7?!"

"Heh yeah. How are you going to get a sex change, anyway? You keep saying you want one."

"I'll become a prostitute, make millions, then go become a boy. (And then promptly return as a gigolo...)"

Tom gave me 'the eyebrow', a very stylish one at that, grinning; "I don't think you'd be that good, dude..."

"Oh" I drawled indigantly. I lent in. "And how would you know? You've had experience in this area?"

"Hahawhat-"

"You could be a pimp," I smiled.

Another eyebrow.

I rested my chin on my palm. "Because I don't reckon you're the type to want to sell your body"

(which is a pity, truly...)

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"Haha look he's a midget!"

"Whatthehell!"

"Heh..."

I gestured at the drawing. "Which is fucked up, truly, because you know the closer you are to the ... front, the bigger the figure."

"Damnn the size difference is so big haha!"

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"Teehee look it's a washing line."

I peered at his drawing, past the midget and the bonfire. I crinkled my nose. "Josh...that...doesn't look like undies." I pointed. "That looks like a BRA."

"LOL"

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"Josh...You just can't do sexy moves. You're not built for it."

My smile probably encourged him to go on, though.

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okay so. we had the hugest, longest most awesome one-hour talk at lunch today. No Tom, strangely, but Alex was there instead and our collective libidos was enough to fuel ten whores for a year.

Soooo obviously for that whole hour we talked about sex. And sex. And more sex. xD

It was so fucking priceless. Not to mention hilarious. And educational (mandarins, eh? So that's what the kids are calling it these days...)

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"Okay, truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"What's the first word that comes into mind when I say sex?"

"Uh..." India faltered. "Right now, it's mandarins."

LOL.

"Okay Christie, what's the first word that comes into mind when I say 'you wanna suck my balls (or mandarins, as we must now call them)?'"

"Um...'Nah'."

DOUBLELOL.

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"Who do you think would be the best kisser in the class?"

"Ehhh..."

"Zac?"

"No..." (YES. Why can't they see that the slut of the class would be the best snogger?)

And we went on to list a multitude of boys but they all failed, apparently. As for girls,

"I actually think you'd be a good kisser, India."

"No I don't think so; but Georgia -?"

"Hmm yeah maybe"

"And Sophie, so potential candidates are Sophie, Georgia and me."

I smiled coyly. "But what about the best in bed?"

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"What?"

"I picked dare."

"oh."

India thought for a moment before saying, "Hump the sofa~"

"WHAT?" I just about died laughing at the thought of it, thinking that no way Alex would do that and then I remembered: this is Alex we're talking about. So...he did it. I fell back on the sofa, curling and giggling, very much like a girl. I once read an article about gigolos and there was a photo of this man [hip down only], preparing to take off his undies for a couchfull of ladies pointing and giggling in anticipation. I imagine that was what I looked like.

"You know something!?" I sat up straight.

"What?"

"Tom is so naive."

"TRUE."

"And I can't figure out if his naivety is a turn on or a turn off." I slumped back in the sofa. This was a real dilemma I'd been pondering.

"Hmmmmmmmm?" Alex said, riding the ball.

"His innocence, his cluelessness." I turned to India. "Is it attractive?"

She sighed. "I don't knowwwwwwwwwwww"

"Neither do I"

Alex said something and I can't remember what it was.

"Bleh..."

Unfortunately then we were interrupted by Tom walking in. We all made a big fuss so he suspected something.

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"To be honest, I really do think Alex is gay."

"Yeah."

"I mean, there's no hint that he's interested in girls in that way; you know?"

"Yeah..."

"Tom's definitely straight though."

"Yeah."

"Pity. I would think he's too good looking to be straight."

"So you're saying all good looking guys are gay."

"Well," I sniffed. "Preferably."

We slumped into silence for a while.

"You know I'm just thinking, Tom will probably grow up to date some stupid bitchy whiny bratty girl, someone who's really better off with a brute thug."

"Yeah."

"Not because Tom has bad taste, but because...he's just bad at getting the cream of the crop, you know?"

"Yeah totally."

"...Would you be that kind of girl?"

"What! Hell no!"

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Today's PE was brilliant, too. I mean, god, I actually enjoyed PE, and PE of a game I hated to play, too. This was phenomenal. This was insane. This violated so many laws of nature.

Mmm...violating...

NOWAIT DAMNIT THAT CONVERSATION HAS DIRTIED MY MIND PERMANENTLY.

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I actually touched the ball. Like thrice. THRICE.

I was marking Tom.

"I hate this..."

"Really? I, on the other hand, love it. I snatched the ball right out from under your nose; I repeat, I love this!"

He grinned and punched my arm.

It's one of the things I like about him.

He's ridiculously affectionate in that old-school way.



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We were walking back down the slope to the car park area.

"So he's naive," -here India pointed to the bobbing blonde head in front of us, "And I'm fucking insane,"

We neared the end of the slope.

"And...?"

"And you're ... Christie."

"Bye, India."

"Bye."

I'm torn.
Happy endings or sad ones?
I love both equally, which is to say, irrevocably and so extremely. I adore happy endings now, in contrast to a while back when I thought them bland and empty. Now I see the charm in fairytales. Happy endings are one of mankind's greatest creations. I love them. So fucking much.

And at the same time, I've always been - and shall probably always be - a fan of sad endings. Angst is my forte - I don't so much enjoy experiencing it, but I do love relishing and reveling in the sorrow of others. Not in the sadistic way, but I find sorrow to be an art form - and as such, I love and appreciate it as an artist. Sad endings can be just as satisfying to a person hungry for tales, although they leave you with a bittersweet taste in the mouth.

But for God's sake - how do I pick between the two? Each of them have their amazingly different charms, and it's safe to say they're polar opposites. So to pick one, then, I must forfeit the other. The Sufi poet Rumi once asked his students to write down the three things they wanted most in life. If any of the two things on the list clashed, he warned, then you are destined for unhappiness. "Better to live a life of single-pointed focus," he said.

But what about living so precariously amid extremes? That would be nothing short of exhilarating.

It occurs to me now, that that is precisely what I want. It occurs to me only after I get a short taste, a sample of it. An ending infused with both melancholy and unbelievable delirium - it's possible.

Happiness and sorrow in one bittersweet concoction - it's edible.

So to put it simply...I'm a fan of Tragic Magic.

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All this stuff arose from my thoughts after I finished re-reading Eat, Pray, Love (Or maybe after I saw a poll asking 'What ending do you expect for Devil's Trill?', one of my drugfics at the moment, and one of the options was 'Happy Ending of ANGST and MISERY!'). And I mean proper re-read, not just picking out a random page and glancing through it. I am still as emotionally impacted by it as I was when I first read it. I cannot help thinking that the book has such a marvellously, insanely perfect happy ending. My subconscious always forgets that this is nonfiction, not a novel.

I always think, 'and she lived happily ever after'. But the thing is...Whenever those words are uttered or written down, how many of us really stop to think, 'I wonder what happened to hear at the end of the story?' What about Cinderella, Snow White, Aurora...What did they do with their lives after that? Once you wonder this, often the tale starts to fall apart at the seams, torn by reality. Surely they can't keep that happiness up forever. Surely life can't go on monotonously, joy in a boring circle again and again.

I suppose then, there are no such things as happy endings, unless the characters die soon after. And die happily, of course, it's a must that their happy ending be bestowed upon them during their last breath. Nilahxapiel's The Scream, that's a good example. I could never decide whether that story had a sad ending or a happy one, now I realize it's both, and that's exactly why I love it so much. That's a true happy ending. But at the same time, it's death as well...

so I suppose that's it then.

All this talk of happily ever after...That's a farce. That's not the real thing. It's a fake, a sham, a sham that's fooled almost everyone, except those who can see that the true happily ever afters come just before the oblivion of death.

Funny how that works.







Also, did you guys miss me? Life's been a rather tame rollercoaster ride lately. I'm waiting for the whirlwind to settle down. Then maybe I can get back into the swing of blogging.

"I don't see why you like Wuthering Heights. It's about ghastly people ruining each others' lives."

"What is with you and the classics?"

"I don't see how it ranks among couples like Romeo and Juliet and all the others...It's not a love story, it's a hate story. I was actually going to ask what is it you like about it."

"Well. ... I mean...It...Her selfishness, his evil. Despite...despite everything, they're still together, even in death."

"I still think the story would be better if each of the characters had one redeeming point, though."

"Maybe that's just it. Their love was their only redeeming point."

"Still...I do hope you never fall for someone so...magligant."

"Oh, it might be too late for that."

She stepped up, almost bounced up like a sprightly rabbit. Tapped the cane against the whiteboard, adjusted her too-big spectacles and declared sagely, 'Rule Of Thumb: When in doubt, BREAKING BENJAMIN.'







I needed a song for MelloNear, right?
I found it. I fucking found it.



So Cold -[LxLight & MelloxNear] by Breaking Benjamin
YAY ORGY


8D

Seriously. I am so psyched to start working on it. It's gonna be fucking awesome. I have planned already what I'm gonna do for the start. Omfg. Excited excited excited plz.

disheveled.

that's precisely my fucking problem.

disheveled.

God, and I thought I was a Lit. Geek! Call me arrogant? Well yes, yes I am, quietly I admire myself incredibly when I feel I deserve it. Often, though, I'm later put in my place and realize how pathetic I am. The word disheveled is just a perfect example of it. I thought I knew what I meant, I saw it in SO. many. fics. but one day I was wondering, 'now how would I use it in an essay?' and ...

blank.

blank I had NO FUCKING IDEA WHAT IT MEANT.

It's such a horrible and strange and amusing feeling. I can take a word that I've seen countless times, stored away permanently in memory banks, look at it for a minute and go, 'that means' - and I'm blank. So blank. All previous thoughts and ideas of what the word could mean go empty and I'm seriously grasping at straws. 'I don't know what it means' just runs through my head like a clear river. Because there's nothing there to block it. Empty. My vocab has immediately shrunken with this realization.



XD Oh, isn't it so strange. I think I know something, and when I think about the thing I allegedly know, I realize that I don't know it.

'I shot a sherry'

Yeah, that's the chorus line of a song xD I heard it when I was walking out of the house today. I loved the tune, but I really couldn't decipher the lyrics: was it really I shot a sherry? Or something else? Either way, I'm willing to bet there's a 'misheard lyrics' video of the song on youtube haha.


Anyway, the song I so loved (and no I'm not referring to the above one) started playing at lunch today, so I took the opportunity and asked my father, 'what song is that?'

'the Da Chang Jin theme.'

Ahhh. I knew it. That was the name I forgot. Da Chang Jin. Man, does it have an awesome theme.

I put my
trust in you
яєαched as far as I can go
For all this, there's only one thing
you


I put my trust
in you
pushed
as
far
as
i
can
go
for all this
there's only one thing I can say.



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Hellosorryforlackofupdates.

But life has been so perfect recently, that I've got no brain space to think of vague philosophical theories that I want to talk about haha

I cannot find a thing that I should worry about. Or maybe that's wrong. I can, but I don't care. I am worry-free guaranteed money back if you aren't satisfied.

'Got any food?'

'Actually...I do have a cookie!'

'OOh gimme!'

'No! And I'm going to eat it right in front of you now!'

'You suck! I don't like you anymore.'

'-bite- hey this isn't a cookie. It's blueberry and yellow, which suggest muffin. But it's hard and spherical - it's a cookie and a muffin. A cuffin.'

'Can I have some of your coffin?'

'Haha yes! Coffin! Precisely!'






see, I told you life was perfect.

So I was looking for some...yaoi to sustain me, since I'd been deprived of it for a while. Honestly! No smut, no fics for so so long. I don't know how I survived. So I went to read City of Cinders again, and then I clicked on Reviews to try and find the review I'd written. Because I'd forgotten what I wrote.

I scrolled down the whole page until I realized that my review was nowhere to be seen and that was so strange. Then I realized my review was at. the. fucking. top. Like oh my god how could I not recognize my own review?

Fail fail fail fail, christie. fail fail fail.

XD

I've been feeling v restless today, sort of like vague worry and anxiety and all. This is not how weekends are supposed to work. I don't know why I was worrying, I had nothing to worry about! Life was - is - perfect!

Ah well, it might be PMS, but I thought PMS was bullshit.

I still don't know what I was worrying about, but in any case I do now know how to deal with such feelings.

You don't keep doing what you're doing.

You gotta do something different and engaging and enjoyable. :3

Which is why I'm gonna go play Restaurant City now, on Facebook! So fun. So cute.

[-waits for gasps to subside-]

Yup...Facebook.

Haven't been on there for ages, started to hate it, but I'm back because of one application... XD Sigh, I forgot how addicting those little games were. Anyway, as I said, off to Restaurant City!...

...after I do my sax practice.

Because I've started the hundred day challenge on my saxaphone and today is day one! Oh dear, I foresee months of agony ahead. XD

You know it's the Pop Era when even me, a person who was almost discriminately loyal to alt. rock, someone who used to avoid radios like the plague, now listens to Boom Boom Pow about three times a day.

...Not that I asked for it, of course.

But it's hard to run away from radioplay.


Let me explain: OK see somehow a CD managed to find its way into our classroom and take (permanent!) residence inside our class radio. And no, unfortunately, that CD was not a work of any legendary bands that I love.

...It was...*cringe* the pop hits of 2009.

Yes, well, I was cringing. But it has been a week and I've listened to the Black Eyed Peas and Lily Allen and Britney Spears and Eric Hutchinson and Pink and Taylor Swift and The Pussycat Dolls so many times to count...I think they're actually...*gulp* growing on me.

No, honestly. On Monday I'd made up my mind to start a rant on love songs, due to my loathing of Taylor Swift's 'You Belong With Me'. And I had it all scripted out, too. But then I got sidetracked, and by Friday, I liked the song. I mean, I liked how it was sang, and I like Taylor Swift: always have. I still don't like the meaning, though.

But it goes to show how easily songs can grow on you, feed off you. Like leeches.

I still kind of like/dislike Boom Boom Pow though... XD

But I've always LOVED Lily Allen. haha, Lily Allen ftw!

And while I'd been bordering the dislike territory from neutral, now I really love the Pussycat Dolls. Epic vocals. Plus, they didn't rape Jai Ho, they made it epic. ... Epic-er.

And of course, Eric Hutchinson's 'Rock and Roll' is my new drug X3

Plus, looks like I'm not the only one who gets the subliminal message in 'If You Seek Amy' ;DDD
lol, join the legion of perverse minds! We have cookies.


But of course the reason I'm telling you all this, is because that CD actually entertained us for five whole days and made lunchtimes a lot more enjoyable and leisurely and... pub-like.

I mean, the entire setup was only missing a bartender and disco lights. It already had the rowdy boys singing (hollering) at the top of their lungs, complete with animated gestures,

"People in the p l a c e

If you wanna get d o w n

Put your hands in the air

Will.i.am drop the beat now"



I turned to the chair next to me, said sagely, 'Yeah, I thought so too. This classroom has turned into a club."