Monday, November 29

Two day to go till Sydney.

You think I'd be more excited? I'm not really. Carman's invited us out to DFO on Sunday which is fun, fun, fun. Except I'm not sure if I can or want to go. I've all ready got everything I want or need, plus I have to get everything bound, I suppose. Agh, packing is a nightmare. Should I wear this or that? Should I take this? Do I really need it? Will I really use? Ack.

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Just read through Jo's 'schoolies'. No offence, but god was it boring and now I'm scared shit ours is going to be too.
But at the same time I don't think it will be. I think ours will be better, more exciting, hell I just can't wait. I really can't and somehow I feel so much better.

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Note to friends: I won't be posting for the next week, obviously of course, but as soon as I get back, I'll write a ripper million posts telling you about how things have been. And I promise, you'll love it.

I love and miss you all. No, really, A'mes, I do. And Em, have fun at camp.

~ M.M.W ~

PS: Wish me fun and sun at Sydney. And forgive my lack of posting.


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Thursday, November 25

Current Mood: Sometimes I'm afraid of what you might tell me. Sometimes I'm afraid that you'll tell me that this is not a work of fiction. I can only hope that the answers will come to me in my sleep. I hope that when the world comes to an end, I can breathe a sigh of relief, because there will be so much to look forward to. - Donnie Darko Not Amused
Current Music: My Thunder Sounding Sneezes and My Dogz crying

I would have blogged sooner, but I am drowning in my cold.

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All right. We got cable. Its kinda cool except I really don't give a flying fuck. Okay, its cool that I can now watch Xena and Scrubs and half a dozen other shows every half hour but it doesn't seem real and I don't want it to be. Is it strange to not want cable. Ugh, I hate this cold. Its so stupid. I've been sneezing and blowing all afternoon and I have no idea why. I was perfectly fine today. Why now? Why this instant? It can't be hayfever because whenever I go outside, I'm okay again but whenever I'm inside I just go mad sneezing and tissueing everywhere.

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Loads to update. First off, Yearbook.

Well after frantic calling at the beginning of the week, Carman's profile has arrived, brand new and polished. On Thursday. Am I the only one groaning in despair? I feel this will never be finished but I am determined to finish as much as I can tonight. Mum's said she'll take me out tommorow which is wonderful, and great. We're going to Chadstone and doing a little 'shopping'. Wooh. Reminds me, I need to get a new bathing suit and a tankini is sound really good to hide all the bulgy bits, except for my thighs which are like fat cakes. No really.

Other yearbook news, almost everything is ready although I can't really say that, knowing that Year 12 Retro and Timeline are nowhere near being finished, and that the printer and color photo copier are going to die at Dad's Work on Saturday. Oh shit. And I still need to be paid by Carman and Sue and Alice.

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Today, I went out with Ying and Sarah. It was really an impromptu thing. I also handed in my computer. I'm feeling very unfeeling lately. I don't even care that I don't have a computer anymore. It just doesn't feel important. And the stupid guy almost dropped it. Bah him. Met Ying in the morning, roundish 10:20, she was awful late after I dropped my computer off and together, we trotted down to Glenferrie and made our way over to Sarah's in Camberwell. It was getting hot but neither of us minded. Anyway, we set off for Sarah's, she invited us in, we talked and then dragged her down Camberwell for lunch and other things. After buying games, clothes and hair products, we stumbled back to her house in the blistering heat and ate lunch and watched her install NeverWinter Nights, which was kinda funny, especially when were choosing voices, 'Aha!', 'You shall never defeat me...', 'Come over here, will ya!'. Very funny. My fave was Mrs Feisty.

Ying and I then departed and had more drinks and more clothes shopping before meeting Sarah at Camberwell and training back to Glenferrie, where Sarah, who thought she was working, had a later shift so we bought ice creams and went back up to school. We met Mrs Sherman, our English teacher (well, we've all had her, stuff Prykie) and chatted and then dispersed off respectively. I walked Ying all down Sackville, before she departed. And then I got a blister and had to limp barefoot home, not the best experience ever, especially when I tore the skin off my ankles. Ow.

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So results? Well, I'm going to be quite a busy girl. No really. Why now, I just have to ask. Last week, during my Wednesday exam, someone called and offered me a job position, saying he would call back. One week later, they do while I'm on the phone to Cathy and Anna. They were ringing and I foolishly pressing buttons to try to get them, gave up and tried to get back to Anna and Cathy. This is me, pressing re-call:

Me: Helloooooooooooooo! Anna! Cathy!
The Recruitment Lady: Hello. My name is...etc etc.

Of course, I'm completely shocked and she continues to interview me for several minutes while I'm 'umming' answers and squeaking. There is no way I'm getting this job until she invites me to the next step, the group interviews. I'm yaying, when she gives me the address. Unfortunately its tommorow, at five. AHHHHHHHHHHHH!

A group interview? Well, I'm freaking out. Really freaking. But this, this is the perfect job for me. Shelving food, taking inventory, helping out customers. This is perfect, because I don't want to work at the register and I desperately want this job. And they're also okay about working around my schedule. Yay!! So yes, I'm going to do my best tomoorow although it is so unlikely that I'm going to get it. Oh, and I'm also applying to Brumbee's and Bakers Delight just in case on Saturday when the trio comes together.

Agh, I so don't want tommorow to come.

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Sydney is 6 days away and I so haven't planned anything. I am so fucked. Plus I have to get the Yearbook finished, get my shopping done and work out my job stuff. Ahhh! I am also half sick and so not looking forward tommorow. The best thing I can do is put on a brave face and smile, although I'm scared to the shits inside. Oh shit, I just remembered. I have to get my automographs done and organise the meet on Sunday and Monday. Agh. Life sucks. Especially for me right now. But I know that once I get to Sydney, everything will be okay, especially if I know that I have a job waiting for me as soon as I get back. I think that will be really excellent. Although I'd much rather the job at Brumbys or Baker's Delight, although that seems much harder to get. Oh well. We'll see.

~ M.M.W ~

PS: Sarah and Ying gave me my Chrissie present, a bag and Kogepan and this beautiful bracelet. It was sooo sweet of them! Now what to get for them...hmm....


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Tuesday, November 23

I'm in heaven



The 'Kingdom of Heaven' to be precise.
First new nabs at Bloom's new epic picture, starring him, him, him and err...Eva Green. Some person or other. He's a blacksmith (Pirates anyone?) turned knight who fights during the Crusades. Hot. V. hot.

~ M.M.W ~



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Monday, November 22

Current Mood: This is my sandbox. Over there is the deep end, I'm not allowed to go in there. That's where I see the leprechaun, he tells me to burn things. - Ralph Wiggum, The Simpsons
Current Music: La Belle et La Bad Boy - MC Salaar

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My favourite new movie Poster: Tideland, Directed: Terry Giliam (I luff this guy!)



Hehehehe. Summation: After her mother dies from a heroin overdose, Jeliza-Rose is taken from the big city to a rural farmhouse by her father. As she tries to settle into a new life in her mother's childhood home, Jeliza-Rose's attempts to deal with what's happened result in increasingly odd behavior, as she begins to communicate mainly with her bodiless Barbie doll heads and Dell, a neighborhood woman who always wears a beekeeper's veil.

I veto the Olsens and okay Dakota Fanning. She can be creepy when she wants, but still cute.

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Finally got videos out from the video store after an eight week abstinence. So brillant. Except it was kinda early and everything was still out. Still I've seen, Mean Girls, Ripley's Game, Intolerable Cruelty, Before Sunrise although I still have a few more to go.
Okay, Reviews. Mean Girls, well I wasn't expecting that. It was brillantly thought out, well acted (Lohan is one child actress I can actually stand), wonderfully and craftily written and yeah, a fantastically incisive social commentary on what it really means to be a teen in high school. While it'll likely do nothing to break the social cliques in American high school, I still loved it. Ah, the bus. And the icing on the cake, scripted by Tina Fey from one of my favourite TV shows, SNL (Staurday Night Live) and hence featured many of its actors, Amy Poehler for one. There was also Lohan's Mum and the Principal, who were old SNL stars and funnily enough, the janitor from Scrubs. This one is truly up there with Rules of Attraction, and any John Hughes film.

Ripley's Game, starring the always favourite of mine, John Malkovich and well...Dougray Scott. Yeah, that was pretty much it for famous-ites. However, I enjoyed it, if not for the sex scenes (they weren't bad, less risque than any Sex and the City scene), it was good. Malkovich plays Ripley, older, more worldy, impeccably stylish and living in a grand old villa, very, very, very rich and dating this young harpsichordish who's all fine with 'ze killing'. Dougray Scott, unlike any of the characters I've seen him play (now i want to watch ever after again!), is this guy dying of some cancer or somewhat, who is sick of his life and his little money. After insulting Ripley (unbeknowst, Ripley's in the room), Ripley plays a 'game' and turns him into an assassin, via his associate Reeves. However, things go awry, and the two end up as partners, fighting for their lives and their family. If I haven't told you before, well John Malkovich is just one of those people I adore, like I adore Warwick Davis or I adore Rowan Atkinson. Not for really any reason, or because they're epic actors, just because they were a) a part of my childhood b) or they've got something no one else has got. Davis was part of my childhood and so was Atkinson, although Atkinson is one of the very few comic entrepreneurs and also, one of the best. With a flailing of his arms, he can have me fall off the couch in hysterics, or with one sentence of his acerbic wit. Malkovich is the same in a way. Its just the way he is, his presence, the way he moves, there's something about him that's intimidating. Oh no, not like Robert De Niro. Okay, let's call it charisma. He's ugly, I give you that, but there's something about his ugliness that draws you to him. He's like the opposite of the siren. You'll probably totally disagree with me, but there is something about him that keeps me glued to the screen. He reminds me of Draco something, cool, smooth, suave, unseemingly intelligent. He may looks like an ape, but I luff him. Anyway, he uses that to his advantage in this movie, portraying himself as the later, 'un-conscienced' Matt Damon, who doesn't care how he kills. In the first five minutes, he beats to death a guard with a trowel, and just moves on. Scott on the other hand, breaks down crying after killing a man, the distance and difference is palpable but yet they are pulled towards one another, and one ends up dying for the other. Its really quite amazing really, but at the same time, except for Malkovich's 'something' it feels like a very ordinary film. Nothing really extravagant or different. Meh. Nothing like 'The Talented Mr Ripley' which surprisingly I still don't own. *adds to list* There we go.

Intolerable Cruelty I just finished watching. That just blew. I didn't really like it. I mean, Clooney and Zeta-Jones are both awesome actors. They know how to handle this sorta simple, flimsy dialogue of their very 2-d characters (one after money, the other after a challenge, both alone.

Before Sunrise? What can I say about this movie? Its not a big action flick, or a chick flick, or even a rom-com, or a war flick. Its a dialogue flick. Its about two people who meet on a train, share some sort of instinctual connection and spend a day together, revealing their wishes, hopes, desire, problems and even begin falling in love with one another. Starring Ethan Hawke (recent divorcee of Uma Thurman, Gattaca) and Julie Delphy (of nothing really since or before). Its a really beautiful movie, not only showing us the depths, love and humor of these two people (sometimes opposites, Hawke is cynical, Delphy is idealistic) but also how beautiful and 'surreal' the world (in this case, Vienna) can be when you're completely absorbed in someone else and know how fleeting and how non-existent their relationship, how finite it will be after sunrise. And that's kinda the beauty of this movie. Although at the end they promise to meet each other in six months, the director leaves us unaware whether they do or do not, although there is a feeling which they discuss later, in which they will not meet. The surprise? Well, ten years later, to teh day (this was made 1994), Linklater (dir) makes the sequel, starring the same people called Before Sunset, in which the two people meet again, this time deliberately as you find out as the day goes on. Except this time, they're more committed to those 'other lives' and you have to sit along for the ride to find out what has happened to them, did they got to meet one another in six months etc. I can't wait to see it, because I personally adored this movie. Delphy is a wonderfully, romantic person and Hawke is so charmingly likeable despite his cynicsm, that its hard not cheer for them, in the hope that they will stay together after sunset.

That's enough out of me.

~ M.M.W ~




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Saturday, November 20

WHAT???

Okay, okay. I think I've said it before, when two worlds clash, especially those of my friends. Its weird.

HOWEVER, its even weirder, when two worlds clash in the media.

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Cruising Orlando Forums, they all have the latest photos. Of course, there's the stuff from 'Beyond the Sea' premiere and then I happen across 'The Life and Death of Peter Sellers' premiere. Sure, that's interesting, Geoffrey Rush's latest work, and I popped it open.

And got an eyeful.

No, no A'mes. It wasn't reminiscent of that scene from Ned Kelly.

It was Orlando standing with a bunch of other english guys. This one I don't know, Sam something I think, then Dominic West, who I liked from both Chicago and 28 Days (in both he played abrasive boyfriends, although in Chicago, he was killed) and umm...

Well the guy had red-hair, and he sorta looked like...well, Damien Lewis.
Oh you know, that guy from the Forsythe Saga, the guy who I think is a classic actor's actor. Who I absolutely love.

Yeah, him.

Standing next to Orlando Bloom. Kinda grasping his hand.

Well I blinked a few times and then realised it was him. And I freaked out, as I was doing, five minutes ago when I was staring at the picture. Which I'm still doing now, gibbering away. It was sooo weird.

Like I said. World's clashing (as tommorow's party will be), not good.

~ M.M.W ~

PS: I'll post a picture next time. And Lewis was drunk. And Bloom was cute. *sigh* Now if only we could mix Lewis' skills with Bloom's earnest good looks. And Damn, we'd have the next 'man'.


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Friday, November 19

Current Mood: This is my sandbox. Over there is the deep end, I'm not allowed to go in there. That's where I see the leprechaun, he tells me to burn things. - Ralph Wiggum, The Simpsons Rocking
Current Music: La Belle et La Bad Boy - MC Salaar

Oooh I really like this quote even though I disagree with it, just a tad.

There is a moment in our lives when we must decide which world we belong to. The world of our dreams or the other one. We can't all drift back and forth between them without risking losing our place in both.

Alex Miller, Conditions of Faith


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Ames: So what exciting things do you have planned now that you're el finito?
Me: Um...well there's Bon's b-day this weekend, plus I've job-seeking and finishing the Yearbook.
Ames: And...
Me: Well...that's about it, really.
Ames: No big drunken party night?
Me: Well there was Darkzone...
Ames: Ooh! Shoot em up. That's good.
Me: Except I didn't go.
Ames: Why? WHY NOT?
Me: Uh. Cause I'm sick.

Yeah. Still Sick. This is some record. Its been three weeks, all through exams, and I'm still sick. Jeez. And yeah, told you it was an anticlimax. And Im gonna have like two people mad at me tommorow. Steph and Sarah. Didn't RSVP. Whoops. Bad me.

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Saw National Treasure. Verdict: Meh. It was okay. Lots of actiony and Nicholas Cage and of course, I hated Kreuger. But yeah, it was okay. A little far-fetched too. Its kinda funny, cause I'm reading the Da Vinci Code at the same time. Btw, if the Da Vinci Code turns out to be anything like Angels and Demons, I'm gonna throw a fit.

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Yearbook Update: Coz that seems to be the only thing on my mind at the moment.

Went to school today and printed most of the black and white stuff. Its looking good. I arranged it all neatly on my bed and everything, even though the rest of my room is look like a pigsty.
I plan, this Sunday and the following week to colour print. SO yes, flurries of colour everywhere. And it sucks I have to pay for some of it to be professional printed. That reminds me, I need to go check photo-to-cd prices tommorow. And get Bonnie's present, which I still haven't got. Ugh. I'm such a sick, lazy ass. Hey, gimme a break. I just finished exams.

Working on Extra Curricular and apparently Year 12 Retro tonight. And perhaps TimeLine. I still have to get those started, damnit.

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Not much else really. I've just been trying to recover from exams but Mum's been driving me up the wall, my sister's all moody and yeah, I'm sick (no really!) and tired of it. Especially now that I want to rest but mum's like 'go, get a job' and 'loose weight' and 'lets go shopping'. Okay last two I don't mind, but the job thing? Err..

~ M.M.W who will post a lot better when she is finally healthy ~

PS: *sneeze*





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Thursday, November 18

Two words.

I finished.

Yeah babe.

Woo Hoo.

~ M.M.W ~

PS: Hello Sydney!


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Friday, November 12

Current Mood: Letting go is not forgeting, its remembering without fear.- Lisa Williams Ominous
Current Music: Miranda Murphy - That Girl (remix)
[N.b. I only like the remix, guys! Stop staring at me! Especially you. *twaps A'mes*]

Yes! *pumps air* Oh, not exam. Exam...well yeah, I'll get to that. I'm pumping the all might air, because Mr I-just-love-Quidditch Kloves is off Harry Potter. Wooh. They are so making the right moves. First Cuaron, now Kloves. You guys rock.
I care too much. *sniffs* Too much.

A'mes: Now if only a certain Bosworth would get off a certain Bloom. We would all be desperately happy.

Nah. I won't say it. Amen is just too cliche. Oh hoh! A'mes and I will personally love this. Instead of Kloves will be Michael Goldenberg.

A'mes: NOOOO way!!!!

Way.

Em/Mary: Huh?

He's the guy who scripted Contact...and PETER PAN!!!! Woooh. Woooh. Wooh. No more Quidditch and gimme some young romance. Wooh. Don't believe me? Watch Peter Pan, he managed to make sexual heat sizzle between two ten year olds. That's amazing. And so Cuaron. Hee. I cannot wait. This can't get any better.

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Over at PCA (People's Choice Awards), thanks to a certain blog:

Thank you to those who have been writing nice things about my nominations for The People's Choice Awards. I was indeed nominated for lead in a TV series, lead in a film and Scrubs was nominated for best TV comedy.

What is particularly funny, is that in the leading man category I am nominated alongside: Brad Pitt, Jude Law, Colin Farrell and Jim Carey. Yes indeed me and my friends had a good laugh about that one. A "Fraggle" has a better shot at winning that award than me. But I'm flattered to be alongside them.


Yes, I went and voted for him. Because I luff him. Especially next to the rest of them. Colin Farrel? Okay, maybe Jim Carrey for ESOTSM. But nah, to the rest of them. Especially Farrell. Hey at least Crowe isn't here.

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Am in big rather need to bitch for a specific reason I won't mention here, because A'mes has forbidden me to mention it ever again. She's been listening to me bitch and groan for the past two hours. I can't blame her, but ugh.

*bitches*

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AHHHHHHHHHH!!!

Zach Braff is coming here. Wooo! WOo!!! Over thanksgiving. Yayay. Okay, will stop freaking. Oh this is great, except I doubt he's coming to Melbourne. Damn, Sydney. If only he would come early December, then I might have some chance to blubb. Damn fucking it. Now, if only they would show

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A'mes: Update: Kate Bosworth intends to study psychology at Princeton.
Me: Psychology? Did you say Psychology?
A'mes: Yeah. Apparently it blows her mind.
Em: I wonder what else she blows.
Me/A'mes: *stare*
Em: What...oh right. Sorry. Grammatical error. I meant what else blows her.

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*bitches more*

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Okay, out of my system. I think I'll just go have a depressive episode on my bed after having a cookie and going for my run. Which comes first? I dunno. Yay, I can fit into my old jeans. Wooh. Another good thing. This is a great day, except for the *bitches above* and my english exam. Agh. Even Yinkie was sure she was getting a 19. That stupid bitch of a poem. Damn Novermdad...whatever the hell his name is. And now I'll be forever haunted by Sarah's revelation: "Did you guys get that link, you know how a group of crows is called a 'storm of crows'?"
Me and Ying: WHAT??????

Funny if not terribly disturbing real. Ack. See yas.

~ M.M.W ~




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Wednesday, November 10

Current Mood: Letting go is not forgeting, its remembering without fear.- Lisa Williams Woo
Current Music: Pachebel - Canon in D

Hallo again dollies. Its early morning and I'm much more awake.

Dv 15 part one is out. So, yeah. It was much better than the last few times. Horribly funny, sado-masochistic and perfect for my hedonistic early morning pleasures. Its funny how that sounded the way it wasn't supposed to sound. Meh, the ambiguity of english words.

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Here are my favourite bites:

Draco nodded. "He flew me up here. He thought if one of us could get up to the roof, he could let the other one in...."

"And then what?" Ginny said. "You were planning on taking on all of Voldemort's guards, just the two of you?"

Draco shot her a wry look. "You make it sound like a stupid plan.


"What were you doing in a whorehouse?" Ginny asked, astonished.

Draco grinned crookedly. "I was young; I needed the money."



Ginny shook her head. "No - never."

Draco exhaled. "Well, brace yourself," he said. "You're going to want to sleep with me even more after this."

Ginny sputtered. "I would never - "



Draco's face shut like a fan. "Come now, Father," he said flatly. "Not even a little afraid of me?"

"Not at all," said Lucius, and let his eyes drift to the corpses strewn about the hall. "If you'd wanted that sword to strike me, it would have."

Draco's face twisted. Harry stirred and stroked his arm lightly, but Draco seemed hardly to notice; he was staring at his father.



Harry stared for a moment, as if the words made no sense. "What?" he said. "But - Hermione's my girlfriend."

"Yes," Lucius said. "And we killed her. Not very swift, are you? But then I suppose you don't have to be; you've got Draco for that."



"No," Draco said. "And I think we've all had enough of blaming ourselves for things we couldn't possibly have been responsible for, don't you?" He regarded her quizzically. "He loves you, you know." he said. "He may be a deranged psychopath who kills everyone in his path, but in his own sick, revolting way, he does love you."

"Well," Ginny said. "There are worse things than not being loved, aren't there?"

A flash of great sadness passed across his face. "Some," he said, and bent to pick up the ribbon that had fallen at her feet. "Do you want this?"

"No," Ginny said. "If I wear it, it will only make Tom angry."

"Then I'll wear it," Draco said, and wound it around and around his left wrist, and tied it there. He put out a hand, and pushed the heavy hair, all draggled where Tom had ripped his fingers through it, back from her face. "If I get a chance to kill him for you," he said, "I will."



"Yes," she said, looking up into his face. That lovely face she knew so well, the eyes like deep blue wounds. She could see rage, and behind that, a bright sharp agony. I've hurt him, she thought, wonderingly. I've actually hurt him.

He loves you, Draco had said: In his own sick, revolting way, he does love you.

The pain of impossible love; Ginny knew the look of it the way she knew the sight of her own hands. "I am yours, Tom," she said.
(Like OMG...the relationship b/t them is v. much like Cyralinde and Salazar in one of my chapters (24)!!! Gack. Even Salazar/Draco says the same thing to me/Cyralinde. Its weird, damnit.)



This is it, Ginny thought. The last of it, the final battle. This is where it is all decided. This is where we die or live, where we save the world or lose it. This is the end.



She did not look to the side when they passed Wormtail, creeping along alone by the wall, his silver hand glimmering in the darkness. He cast a resentful look at her Weasley hair as she went by, and grunted to himself. "Bother," he muttered. "We're going to need at least two more pairs of shackles."
(Alice: Shackle Shackle Shackle!)

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Changed layout back. I needed a side bar. Too many choices, too many preferencs. God, this is looking like uni again.

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According to 'Sarah', a man from Georgia jumped off a building (near the 9/11 site) in protest against George Bush's re-election. And I've had a number of people and diaries rave on and on about how they're going to move to Canada, or to England, or South America or even to Australia. Even one livejournal I've read, is ready to 'defriend' anyone who voted for Bush. Well...

Hey. John Howard was re-elected here and you don't see me defriend/moving or jumping off buildings.

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Em offered to put the 'Incredibles' on her Kazaa account for me to d/l but I refused. Why? Because I want to see this at the cinemas. I turned down BJD 2, Garden state, Vanity Fair and a no. of others, I actually wanted to go watch at the cinemas and didn't, although I am glad that I chose to watch Stepford Wives when Em had it. Too bad, that mum's friend bought it for us. It sucks shit.

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Argh. So...while I'm struggling over exams with almost run down pencils and very little money, the rich people do really live the rich life.

One of the perks of being rich and famous is the perpetual amassing of free stuff tossed your way at every turn. Dick Clark’s 32nd annual American Music Awards will present its top music acts and presenters with a substantial parting gift – excuse us, “duffel bag” – of free goodies after the live Nov. 14 telecast on ABC.

Among the 200 items are the following: a share in a race horse, Ice Link diamond watches, a lifetime of Sirius Satellite Radio, Scott Kay platinum jewelry, MP3 players, a year of free massages, Maytag Skybox personalized refrigerators, All Access passes to Golds Gym and Spectrum Sportsclub, portable DVD players, cooking tours of Italy, certificates for lasik eye surgery, limited edition bottles of Marilyn Merlot wine, fog free shower mirrors, assorted jewelry including sterling silver peace sign necklaces, rhinestone tank tops and crystal belt buckles with Swarovski crystals, Omaha steaks, “hands free” electronic trash cans, Krups espresso machines, Vera Wang perfume, assorted women’s apparel including personalized crystal sandals and sequined tops, electronic toothbrushes, Godiva and Ghiradelli chocolates, assorted Urban apparel, Cross pens and retro radio phones.

The gift packages were assembled by Steve Stein of Hollywood Connection and are each valued at approximately $32,000 in honor of the show’s 32nd anniversary.


ARGHHHHHHHH!!! One bag could pay for my uni fees. Actually, I take that back, HALF a bag could pay for my uni fees. Oh fuck it. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

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Anyone heard of Lindsey Lohan's new song, 'Rumours'? Saw and heard it. Exactly what Kyle calls it: 'A britney rip-off'. It is, dancing, the lights, the clothes, and even the song and techno music is so britney's toxic.

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Want to know the inside gossip about the OC? Check Buzz out. He's really funny. He was 'the extra' on the LA episode last night. I watched his video diary and other than the common cuss word, he was actually quite hilarious. Especially when he was interviewing the celebs. hehehe.

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I really have to go. But here's just a few tid bits of info I've picked up during the day.

Quote: "They're shy girls, really." - Kathy Hilton, on daughters Paris and Nicky

Meatloaf collects Teddy Bears

Carman says 'squee' - can you believe it?


Gotta go. Mum's being a bitch. Love yous,

~ M.M.W ~



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Tuesday, November 9

Current Mood: Letting go is not forgeting, its remembering without fear.- Lisa Williams Yuck
Current Music: Lemar - Dance With You

I always break my promises. That and my next exam (Second last, babe!) is on Friday, two days away. So I guess...I have some time to update.

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All the places I've been. It isn't really that much? How sad is that? I always wanted to explore South America, the rest of Asia (especially go along the spice route!! Oooh!) and perhaps more of Canada. Its not really surprising that I don't want to go to Africa. Too hot. And dusty. And I don't really like how the whole of Africa is poor except for South Africa. Damn them.

However, I must make up for my missed countries with my many states. Oaky, so some pass of as stop-overs, but I did 'visit' them. Get what I mean?



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Exams??

Me: Can we not talk about them?
Em: Sure...
[Silence for ten mintutes]
Me: Em??
Em: Mmmm...
Me: *sigh* Fine, whadda ya want to know?

Emmie, since A'mes and Mary are obsequiously absent, wanted to know how they went. Well, they went the way I expected them to go, with very little study and very tired Melissa. And yes, the first week was shit. I was soo tired by the end, I was just ready to flop and die.

8 fucking exams

I was talkign to Alice earlier this week (last week), and she's like, 'oh yeah, I've done two' and I'm like *silent* but of course you know, I couldn't help bursting out in rage. Two? She has four in all. Life is sooo bloody unfair.

Psych was a bit of a joke, but I think if we're all in it together, its okay. Paper One and Two were okay, Paper Three...err...wtf is a semi-interquartile range? (10 marks). I remember after leaving the room, the nine of us turning to each other and going 'What the hell is an semi inter quartile range?' Hopefully my babble will get me a mark at least. Maybe a mark for 'a semi interquartile range is a...' and that's it. I drew a graph...but hey, omg. But meh, I don't really care. If I do fine on my first two, I'll be okay.

History. Ehehehehe. Let's just call that the joke subject. Paper One was half-hearted. Paper Two was like...okay, except not. And Paper Three, two excellente essay and one just bomb. Hopefully that'll come to an average of a four. Yep, a four. No way, am I getting that six now. No fuckign way. Or maybe, if I have a really great examiner who's really nice and nothing like my history teacher...*face palms* Oh god.

Oh yeah and Math. *grins widely* Let's just say I aced that without even trying. I didn't study for it all, was too busy studying for psych and history that I just winged it like in the mocks and pretty much aced it. Except for like three four mark questions on paper two, but hey, I didn't study!!!!! ^_^ Let's just say I'm happy at least with one exam.

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Today was Spanish. Heh. Spanish. Oh dear, came in the morning and Katrina, Dellie, Sonia and Anna are like...'Yeah, we haven't studied either'. So funny. And everyone looks pretty awful. Even usually well-attired Ella looked god-awful, like she hadn't had any sleep. Or maybe that's without the makeup. I'm not saying I didn't look bad, my eyes were red and I was falling asleep against the desk. But yeah, Paper One, I was dreading. Wasn't too bad. I knew some of the words (thank god for 'lejos') and the rest I just split up the paragraphs into what I thought was the answer and copied it in for justifications. More worried about my essays, in which I forgot both the past and future tense, but hopefully that won't be too bad.

And I just realised on the way home (had a spat with mum, she was 20 minutes late!), that I forgot reflexive. Darnnit.

Em: Oh Mel!!!
Mel: I'm probably making it out to be worse than it is. If I don't do less than perfect on these exams, I get pretty crabby with myself.
Em: Well that's optimistic.
Me: Some might say too much.

Anyhoo, that's the update on exams. I don't wanna talk about it anymore. Only that tommorow and the following, I'm gonna work my heart out on Chem and English. Last two babe, last two. EspeciallY English, considering that I suck ass in that, according (well, not verbatim) to Mr Pryke. Damn Ying, 24's! 24's!!! Oh and I have to hand in my computer and burn my stuff and go on a printing rage. So sucks to be me.

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OC in half an hour. I gotta go take a shower (I feel yuck, after my three hour exams I came home and went straight to sleep for six hours), and then take out the rubbish and then eat dinner. Yay. I'm taking a night off, or maybe I'll just go over the books again. Streetcar and Salesman it is. Fuck Earnest and Three Sisters. I love Wilde, but he doesn't match and as for Chekhov. *throws Russian literature out the window* Tally ho. More updates after those two exams. Although I might post the funniest article I found in Live or something, it was something about BJD2. I'll post it soon.

Mel: *schnugs* Tah, Emmie. I'll see you probably after exammies.
Em: *schnoogs* See you. Good luck.

Yes, good luck to me.

~ M.M.W ~


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SABRINA FAIR

20 year old. Student. Writer. Multinational corporation girl. Hopeless romantic who's heart has been broken far too many times. Still, however, searches for Celine's her Jesse.


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