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Good evening everyone! I've been so busy moping around these days that I forgot to mention that I finally caught up with my group of high school friends. We went to visit GOMA first after purchasing our tickets.

We split into 2 groups to watch movies (I watched the host, others watched G.I. Joe). The movie was surprisingly good considering the crap ratings. I don't know, I found the book amazing so I was expecting the movie to be butchered. Glad to know they actually followed the plot relatively well. Kind of.

Today:

To celebrate natalie's belated 18th birthday, I hung out with her, Dayadra& Jen today. Well Dayadra & I met up slightly earlier so we could buy natalie her gifts. We ended up getting her this DKNY perfume set thing & tea tree toner :3 Hopefully she likes it. After lying to natalie like three times about where we were, we finally rushed back to meet her at around 11:00am. All good! Kind of just chatted a bit and then watched The Identity Thief at the event cinemas in Myer centre. So glad university students like us get a discount, so we pay $6.50 for a high quality cinemas experience compared to southbank. We used to have to pay $13.50 or something. Met up with Jen later on to have a late lunch at Vapiano. Somehow the chef didn't get me to swipe my card so I ended up having free lunch.....

I seem to get free meals from vapiano all the time. Well, its either I have discount vouchers or I accidentally lose their 'swiping/order' card and just casually walk out (Yup like I did last time in 2011 on the day of my birthday dinner). Nah jokes, I actually went back and paid after I found the card at the bottom of a gift bag. But today I didn't, I feel so bad. Well everyone just told me it was their fault for their bad service, not being organised and forgetting but still.

Yay group photo :3

Although I was a bit too full for dinner, I still ended up cooking anyway (because otherwise the food will go off ;_;). I still have half of the food left. I'll eat it for lunch tomorrow. Ah I wish I didn't need to study anymore, if only blogging could become my full-time job. Too bad I'm not funny enough to write interesting posts.

You know after reading so many people's blogs (famous bloggers included), I've realised that I've become less judgemental. I guess the more you see the less you judge because we judge things that seem strange/unfamiliar to the aspects of our own lives. Well that's what I think anyway.

That was so random. Anyway, goodnight!

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Hello guys!

I'm sure you've all noticed the template change, hopefully it doesn't look screwed up on browsers other than chrome. Anyway, uni holidays have officially started, I'm so glad! Kind of needed a pause button on the inundating amounts of work I have yet to do. On thursday, I went for a bit of shopping with some friends and spent so much.

I've never blown such a large sum of money in one go, though in my defence it was stuff I needed: new university bag, enclosed shoes. Well, I bought a $13 dollar dress because it was cheap, not because I needed it but still.

Today I went over to Jen's house to bake 'taiwanese style macarons' though, they're probably more like mini cake things with cream/butter filling inside them. The four of us (jen, her sister lily, coco&I) took turns carrying out the methods needed. Most of the cleaning up was done by Jen though, I swear she could go be a housewife right now :') SHE IS SINGLE GUYS 8D If I was a guy I'd totally date her, nice long legs, good at cooking, enjoyable company ;) Ahem, before people start going on about how I'm retarded, lets move on to a picture of our baked goods:

They look so cute ^^ we clamped cream between the shells

Spaghetti for lunch, kindly made by Jen for us (her mum, sisters, coco& I) + our finished product at the back for dessert. They had a karaoke machine in their house too, so we were singing whilst relaxing at her house. Jen also gave me the cup that I painted in Taiwan when I was with her.

Jen's cup is the blue one & mine is the one underneath. One day when we're forty, I swear I'm going to go to her house and drink tea with her out of these cups.

I love their kitchen, it's so modern and nice. The room is so nicely lit.

I was stalking all of her pets: Daisy & Chanel (pictured above) as well as her adorable fluffy cat Twinkle. It actually approached me! According to Jen it usually runs away, I feel a sense of accomplishment 8D

I got home to find my family in a flurry of activity, packing for their trip to Taiwan tonight. I'm so sad, I can't go because I have mid-sem exams first week back. As a result I'll be a loner at home for the duration of this one week holiday. Oh well, time to bake, read & study!

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Hello guys, I'm procrastinating university work so I decided to write a little short story. Well the beginning of it anyway. The writing style is a little different from usual, but I've been reading lots of novels lately and I just decided to give this writing style a go :) Maybe I'll use a little more figurative language next time.

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Part 1: Dreams of fire

Hot. Burning. Pain. I can feel it, smell it, touch it and even taste it; the acid at the back of my throat as I try to hold in the scream that is fighting to claw it's way out of my mouth. I almost convince myself that I'm blind, but I'm not. Surely if I were blind I would not be able to see the red, a bright angry colour imprinted on the back of my eyelids. Something stirs at the back of my mind but the pain is too much for me to give it a second thought. All I can concentrate on is the heat, the searing pain that is growing inside me, the flames that lick greedily at my limbs. I feel like clawing everywhere; my face, my body. Anything to get rid of the fire. I want to scream and scream and scream, but I cannot escape. It's a test, that's all I can manage to remember.

All I can do is endure, stay silent, stay calm and focused. I have to do this for him, even as the monster continues searing at me, hungrily consuming everything I have. I feel as if I have nothing left to burn, I cannot move but somehow the fire continues on, an inferno that makes each second that ticks by harder to bear. I'm about to let go, to allow the tide of inky blackness wash over me, to release the sounds of suffering and pain which are trapped behind my tightly pressed lips. This is it I think, the moment where the futility of my effort comes to an end. I try to picture his face one last time, the sound of his voice, his laughter but I cannot. I come up to a blank wall. Every inch of me is tensed up like a coiled spring, waiting for death to claim it at any second.

All of a sudden, I'm falling - dropping fast like a burnt rag doll into an abyss of darkness. Somehow, the pain follows me albeit somehow a different kind. I didn't think it'd hurt when I finally died. Just before blackness swallows me, a thought manages to squeeze it's way out: Guess life just isn't fair, not even at the very end.

A thud, that's how I'm jolted awake and for a moment I lie there, heart beating painfully in my chest. It always takes me a while to calm down and by the end I always realise the pain that follows me as I fall isn't because of the fire - merely the bitter thought that I've failed yet again. I do not yet understand why it is such a matter of grave importance to me though. We're not supposed to have these kind of dreams, not when our bodies haven't developed enough physically yet to love. Apparently loving takes a lot of strength, thats why those who love have to burn - to test if we're strong enough to hold on. Well that's what they tell us, and I'm not inclined to disagree, they're mostly always right. We're not forced to love, in fact most choose not to. Only the brave ones do, well that's what I think anyway, most people just think them foolish. Maybe that's why I'm keep having this dream over and over, even though I don't yet love anyone. It's always the same dream and the same boy, but somehow I can never figure out who he is. Perhaps what they like to whisper behind my back really is true, that young Lena Rosefleet became queer after she started her first day of high school.

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