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Saturday, June 23, 2012

Five Pet Peeves

There are a number of things that irritate me about humanity in general. However, I have so discerningly selected the five utmost terrible ones for your own enjoyment.

1. People telling me what to do. As a number of my friends have discovered, I am very much my own person and do not, as a general rule, succumb to peer pressure. I do not mind sitting alone in a public space and writing my little heart out, as I am doing now, or choosing not to get wasted at such-and-such's party on the weekend. Because I most likely wasn't invited in the first place, not that I could care less. If someone tries to force me to do something I do not wish to do on my own terms, there is bound to be a problem. Like a time with a dear friend of mine. I was curious about someone, and this dear girl tried to make me get a phone number. And I don't mean the friendly encouragement- that's fine, if it helps you to be a better person. For example if someone's telling you that you should stop being such a horrible person to those close to you. I mean, it was the loud, if-you-don't-do-it-then-I-will-for-you-like-it-or-not. And so I yelled, and she realised the hard way that I did not wish to make any kind of move before I was good and ready, perhaps never. So, if you want to make me very angry, do that.

2. People who cannot spell to save their lives. There is a time and place for text slang. Well, in my opinion, there is none at all. I do not use it, nor can I understand it when other people use it. I am well aware that this is just one of my oddities; one of the things that makes me somewhat of an outcast among 90% of my peers. The other 10% are those who understand the basic conventions of the English language and do not tYpe LyK DI$ all the dang time. Honestly people, if you live in Australia, generally, you would speak English fluently. You should understand that a dollar sign does not substitute for an 'S' in a spelling test, and that your teachers would downgrade your work if you were to randomly place capital letters throughout a sentence. It's all over Wattpad too. Accidentally entering a piece of fan fiction and reading on in horror through the trainwreck story- a plot line which ends after two chapters, afterward ending in waffle. Incorrect spelling and don't even get me started on the grammar. Simple sentence structure is in no way rocket science. CONTINUE LEARNING ENGLISH IF IT IS YOUR FIRST LANGUAGE SO THAT PEOPLE LIKE ME DO NOT HAVE TO ATTEMPT TO INTERPRET YOUR WORTHLESS DRIVEL.

3. The charming quality of not knowing when to just shut up. I am aware that I have possessed this serious, life-threatening condition at certain points during the past fifteen years of my life- often more recently than I would like to admit- and I would like to take this moment to formally, publicly and genuinely apologise for my inconsiderate ramblings that you really just did not care about. I have dealt with this lately and OHMYGOD if it were perfectly legal, right and just to kill people, there would be a lot less people in the world. If you cannot take a hint that someone is becoming severely angered, hurt, upset and/or just generally has a murderous glint in their eyes while you are saying something that is highly unnecessary- you are showing symptoms of first degree stupidity which could be potentially life threatening. Therefore, it is best for you to just shut up and never speak again unless you can learn this delicate art of reading basic body language. Unless you wish to be smacked in the face by a shovel or stabbed by a fork. In that case, go ahead.

4. People who do not pull their weight in a team. Admit it, as soon as you read that, you thought of a certain person who you wish to endure the same pain and torture you went through in carrying their lazy selves through a laborious task, such as a school assignment. This is the very reason why I utterly loathe and detest sport- most of that is in a team- and why I moan and groan and barely resist the urge to cry when I hear a teacher say the dreaded words: "you will be working in pairs/groups for this assignment." I am aware that to a certain degree this is merely my loner-by-nature attitude shining through. I know that most people, when they hear that sentence, cheer and pair up with their best buddy. I, however, as I am sure many other people also have, have encountered many lazy individuals who either do not understand or just could not be bothered doing any work. Because in being forced to engage in a group activity- which is difficult for me anyway, as I feel very out of place when groups are being chosen and I am usually the last selected- I often end up having to carry the work load as the other person/people's pack mule. No. No no no. This is wrong on so many levels. Just because I am a "nerd" as labelled by many people I have had the displeasure of encountering in my life, does not simply give you the ability to take advantage of my academic determination and coast through on marks I have earned. And so it is for this reason that whenever my marks suffer do to the efforts (or lack thereof, I will correctly say) of a such a person, I have no problem complaining to a teacher about them in order to save myself. Perhaps this is another reason that I am not so desirable as a group member.

5. People who think they are superior to every other human being on the planet. I do realise that the entirety of this post was dedicated to whinging about the lack of brain activity in some people I know, however I will be the first to admit that I am flawed also. I am messy and judgmental and tend to speak before I think, often hurting someone else's ego in the process. Or break their hearts. So yes, I am flawed. I may whinge and whine about people a hell of a lot, but I know that at the end of the day, they're still people just like me. Well, no one's quite like me; that would probably be an insult to a number of people; but we're the same species. No one is so entirely beneath you that they're not worthy of a chance to prove themselves. Just because someone's unique and happy with who they are does not mean that they're damaged, stupid or that they will never find love. You may be thinking that that's ridiculous and common sense, but I've had those exact terms directed at me many times in my short life thus far, and I know that no one deserves outright disrespect from anyone. I'm not saying you have to all hold hands and join in a great big circle of love with everyone you see. I'm not even saying you have to like everyone. Feel free to hate someone if you so wish. But don't set out to intentionally hurt anyone or ruin their lives. Because that makes you a hell of a lot worse than you think they are.

I'm gone. Goodbye!

Sayonara, fellow ninjas!! xoxo

Friday, June 22, 2012

My Views On Mainstream Music

Two heaped tablespoons of boy bands, a sprinkle of remix and just a dash of rap. Mix to your desired taste. 

Isn't that all mainstream music is these days?

I know that any tweenie reading this will want my head on a stick for saying I do not like One Direction, nor will I ever, but I'm going to say it anyway. They're a group of young guys who can, apparently, sing. So what? Haven't we seen that same thing with *NSYNC and the Backstreet Boys? Do Westlife and Hanson ring bells for anyone?

You'd forgotten about them, hadn't you? 

Boy bands like that are everywhere, from the Jackson 5 to now Big Time Rush and One Direction. They're all over the internet- Twitter, Tumblr, Facebook- everywhere- TV and magazines. One after the other. With every season of talent shows, there's always a boy band set out to be the "next big thing." After their ten minutes of fame, they're gone- washed up like their predecessors. I mean, does anyone even listen to Justin Bieber anymore?

Don't get me wrong- some of them are okay. I don't mind Big Time Rush every so often, and I can say that I know the lyrics to a few Allstar Weekend songs. However, my point is that they're no different from the others before and after them. There is nothing that sets them apart from every other boy band that every tweenage girl has ever wished to marry. There aren't any I can think of off the top of my head that actually play their own instruments or write their own songs. Feel free to add a comment if you can think of any.

And then there's the rest of mainstream music. The section that isn't boy bands seems to be an individual artist with a song loaded to the brim with fake instruments and drum machines; synthesizers and auto tune. And of course, the rapper. Rihanna featuring Eminem. Justin Bieber featuring Usher. Everyone featuring Pitbull. I've heard enough of this kind of music to have the opinion that pop music of late is all one and the same. There's a set formula in place that seems to be the recipe for success. 

And then, when the style of the moment changes, these bands are stuck in their patterns, and most times, if they try to change their style in a desperate attempt to style popular, fans wail that it's not the same, and they're forgotten about. On occasion, there's one or two out of the lot that manage to make a comeback. However the majority wind up on Where-Are-They-Now shows. 

Maybe it's just me. Maybe these bands actually have some talent and are diverse. Maybe there's a reason people so desperately want to be like them. Perhaps I'm just the minority that believes music is about originality and creativity; about expressing and doing what you love not for popularity, but because it's something you love. Sure, the songs are catchy and easy to find yourself singing along to, but are they really all they're cracked up to be?

Sayonara, fellow ninjas!! xoxo

Sunday, June 17, 2012

Things I Want To Say To An Ex

Dear Ex-Boyfriends,

Where do I begin?

-I laughed at your jokes when they weren't funny; I pretended you were smart, and I spent way too much time with you. But really, you're boring, you have no sense of ambition and don't have much to say about anything. Back then, I didn't mind, but now, I have no idea what I was thinking. You stabbed me in the back, and now you won't leave me alone. We cannot be friends anymore. I hope you understand...Please. Go. Away.

-I knew you were lying, but I pretended I believed you so I didn't get hurt. At least you had some kind of personality, even if it wasn't all that great. It hurt less when you lied to my face than when you went and lied about me to my friend. Did you really think I wouldn't find out? We don't talk anymore, and I'm glad...let's keep it that way.

Essentially, you both suck, and you're not all that good looking so stop being so stuck up.

Actually, I don't know how that post was even worth my time.

That is all.

Goodbye and good riddance.


(And I know it's not in the post, but I'm going to do it anyway to bleach my brain from remembering):

Dear Boyfriend,

These are the reasons I love you:

-You're everything they're not. You have the same sense of humour I do, and you know the ways to my heart without even having to read it.

-You tease me in a nice way that makes me laugh, or hang up on you to get you back.

-You can tell exactly how I'm feeling from the word hello, and you'll help me no matter what.

-You act crazy, and it's impossible not to smile every time I think of you.

-You have the most amazing voice/laugh I have ever heard.

-You're a very good looking human.

-We connect in some way that I can't even explain.

-You're really clever and smart.

-You're good at computery stuff and you help me when I have no idea what I'm doing. And you're the world's best designer as I see it.

-You play piano!

-You don't like sport. Thank god.

-I don't feel like a complete shorty next to you. But you're still a bit taller. Maybe.

-You're honest with me. I couldn't appreciate that more.

-You're perfectEST. Pretty sure I now win.

-You still talk to me, even when I'm grumpy.

"Always I wanna be with you and make believe with you and live in harmony, harmony, oh love.."

We might be far away, but we're getting through it. We're strong enough for this to work because we are us. We are meant to be together, and we will be. I just know it.

Sayonara, fellow ninjas!! xoxo

Thursday, June 14, 2012

Bullet Your Entire Day

Sunday was the most exciting day of my generally boring life, plus I started this post then, so that's when I'm going to bullet this. Enjoy.


7.00am- rudely awakened by my alarm clock. Realised I'd meant to set it for work not school. Change time and go back to sleep.

9.00am- wake up at the right time, get dressed for work and the concert- Simple Plan's Get Your Heart On tour with We The Kings and The Never Ever.

9.30am- Mum made me breakfast because she's one of the top mothers in the state- it was very very tasty.

10.00am- leave for work; get caught in traffic on the way because it was rainy.

10.30am- start working.

1.00pm- have lunch, which consisted of a Vegemite sandwich and a jam drop.

1.30pm- back to work.

2.00pm- begin to fangirl to myself about the fact that the gig is in four hours.

3.30pm- sweep the floor, still fangirling.

4.00pm- mad dash to the car, keen for the concert in TWO HOURS!

4.30pm- eat a hotdog which my top mother in the state made for me.

5.00pm- ensure I look like a human so I don't have "My Alien" dedicated to the girl up the back.

5.30pm- go over to PJ's, drop my phone, run back to pick it up, continue on my way and drive to the venue.

6.00pm- get into line- luckily we were at the front!

6.30pm- manage to get tomato sauce on my shirt *slow applause*

7.00pm- finally in!

I do not know any times after this, because I was too busy having fun to check my watch. First up were The Never Ever who were so amazingly amazing...their set list was as follows:


  • At Sixes and Sevens
  • Love's Got Me Tipsy
  • Breathe
  • Drop Dead Guilty
  • Hey Kt
I am very, very proud to say that I could sing along to every word. Here's Hey Kt for those of you that couldn't make it:


Although it ended too soon in my humble opinion, next up were We The Kings. Despite PJ's fear that Travis Clark had cut off his mane of red hair, when they came onstage, it was all still there. They dove straight into the music, talking throughout it and OHMYGOD if you think Travis sounds amazing recorded- it's just as good live, trust me, as well as a sense of humour and a ton of charm. Their set list?

  • She Takes Me High
  • Skyway Avenue
  • What You Do To Me
  • Secret Valentine
  • We'll Be A Dream
  • Say You Like Me
  • Every Single Dollar
  • Check Yes, Juliet
And of course, afterwards, on came the band I have adored since they were in New York Minute when I was eight (Yes I watched that. I have it on DVD. Don't judge me!)- Simple Plan. The lights dimmed; a bunch of screaming humans. Including me. Lights flashing; glaring out into the crowd when they walked onstage..OHMYGOD.

The set list? Here:

  • Shut Up!
  • Can't Keep My Hands Off You
  • Jump
  • When I'm Gone
  • You Suck At Love
  • Addicted
  • Jet Lag (which they sang with Christina Perri)
  • Astronaut
  • This Song Saved My Life (my favourite song)
  • Summer Paradise (in which there were a bazillion beach balls bouncing around the room, and the band was joined onstage by a shirtless Travis Clark...not hard to imagine the reaction of the girls in the room)
  • I'd Do Anything
  • The Worst Day Ever
  • When I'm With You
  • My Alien
  • You Don't Mean Anything
  • God Must Hate Me
  • Loser Of The Year
  • Welcome To My Life
  • Crazy
  • Perfect
  • I'm Just A Kid
11.00pm- get back in the car and drive to Macca's; get fries and a raspberry slushy- those things are the best!

11.30pm- arrive back at PJ's; get ready for bed

12.00am- climb into bed and fall asleep.

THE END.

The night was absolutely amazing and beautiful and perfect and I cannot seem to comprehend the fact that it's now been and gone.. how can it be?!

Anyhow; I'm off...

Sayonara, fellow ninjas!! xoxo

Saturday, May 26, 2012

Something I Feel Strongly About

There are many things I feel strongly about which range somewhere on my care meter between my undying love for chocolate and Short Stack and my I-couldn't-care-less attitude about Justin Bieber. That was probably one of the lamest opening sentences I've ever written, but I'm not changing it because I can't think of anything more normal- sorry. Anyway, one thing I feel really strongly about is bullying. It basically covers a whole bunch of things I'm opinionated about, but I'm going to tackle them all in one.

Everyone is entitled to an opinion, obviously. I think it's great to share your opinions with someone if they're in need of some guidance as to what shoes to buy or if getting drunk on Saturday night is really a good idea. If I didn't believe in that, I wouldn't be lying on my bed with my laptop open typing this, now would I? In my mind, opinion is a really good thing and it's a requirement of life so you can make good judgments and stay alive. It's common sense, really.

What I have a problem with, however, is when people go an unload their negative opinion on someone with the intention to hurt them. There is no way in the world that I see that as okay. And I don't mean if it involves someone's safety. Telling someone that smoking a cigarette will not make them look cool or that it's a stupid idea to get in a car with their intoxicated friend is completely called for. It's necessary. I mean, when someone tells someone they look ugly or fat or they're stupid. That is not okay.

How would you feel if someone told you that you'd never make friends because they were fat and stupid? How about if someone constantly made fun of you because of the person you liked? Or if they humiliated you in front of that person because of some tiny mistake you made years ago? What if they did the same thing every day? Doesn't it sound awful? Because that's the effect bullying has on people.

That's just one form of bullying. I've seen a lot of it and been through it myself. I know it made me a very unhappy person, to say the very least. It's happened to my friends. And it sucks. A lot. It hurts badly for a really long time. Even if you forget what exactly was said, the feeling stays with you. It scars your mind, angry and red and raw, and it doesn't go away. 

If you're there, if you're one of those people who are hurting...be strong. You're already stronger than they are if you're living through this horrible thing and they can't be strong enough to resist. If it's about your sexuality- you're so brave for being able to admit it to yourself as well as other people. Be proud of yourself for that. If it's because you're smart- remember they'll be working for you one day. If it's because you're ugly- who are they kidding. There's no such thing as ugly. Being pretty is about what people can see, and it's relative. Some people see blonde hair and a tan as pretty; others see black hair and pale skin as beautiful. If you have glasses- what is everyone wearing these days? 

They're in style!! And braces? Pshh, they'll want teeth like yours when they come off!

If you're someone who gets some kind of satisfaction from hurting people- THINK. Don't speak to hurt someone; your mouth isn't a weapon. If you're hurting, don't hurt someone else. Love fixes everything. Love yourself, love someone else, and the hurt will leave you alone. Trust me.

With that thought, I shall leave you to ponder my *perhaps* wise words. I hope it helped anyone who's hurting:)

Sayonara, fellow ninjas!! xoxo

Wednesday, May 23, 2012

30 Day Challenge: Five Ways to Win My Heart

Yeah, I know. My posting habits SUCK.

And that's why I've decided to do another 30 day challenge- to give myself some kind of incentive to not suck. Because right now, I do. Rather badly.

So the challenge this time is not themed; just random rants about a certain topic. This is it:


  1. Five ways to win my heart
  2. Something I feel strongly about
  3. A book I love
  4. Bullet my whole day
  5. Things I want to say to an ex
  6. My views on mainstream music
  7. Five pet peeves
  8. What I ate today
  9. How important I think education is
  10. Song shuffle
  11. My family
  12. Five guys I find attractive
  13. My opinion on my body
  14. What I wore today
  15. My zodiac sign
  16. Something I always think 'what if' about
  17. Something I'm proud of 
  18. A problem I've had
  19. Five items I want
  20. My fears
  21. Hopes for my future
  22. Academics
  23. Something I miss
  24. Five words/phrases that make me laugh
  25. Something I'm currently worrying about
  26. Things I like and dislike about myself
  27. A quote I live by
  28. Somewhere I want to visit or move to
  29. Five weird things I like
  30. Something I'm excited for
Let's start where everything starts.. Day One. Five ways to win my heart.

Well, let's see. Firstly, you have to be nice. Sounds obvious, but I mean, really nice. I don't care if you're (apparently) very physically attractive and have hundreds of girls chasing after you. I really do not care at all. Because if you're not a nice person, there is no way on earth that I am going to fall for you. I'm not telling anyone who wants to win my heart (AHAHAH who am I kidding?!) to give up their entire weekend to feed the homeless. I'm talking the simple stuff first. Manners. Actual listening skills. For them to be used. Being nice is not rocket science. If you can't do that, then goodbye.

Secondly, a sense of humour. If you can't laugh at yourself, you'll never last with someone like me- or, for that matter, my family. I love to laugh, joke around and be silly. I like to poke fun at myself with a big long stick, especially about sport and cooking (because, let's face it, I could never have a career in either of those fields because I suck more there than I do at posting. Yeah. THAT much). I love it when someone will jokingly (note, in a JOKING WAY!) tease me and make me laugh. It makes me feel loved in some kind of random, round-about way. 

Next, is creativity, particularly musical talent. Music is a big part of my life, and I love talking about it, so people who share that are amazing. Someone who can play an instrument or paint a masterpiece is instantly a lot more attractive. If you play me something on piano that isn't Mary Had A Little Lamb or Hot Cross Buns, I will be forever yours. Just ask my lovely boyfriend;)

Something else I love is romance and spontaneity. I'm the sort of girl who cries over The Notebook, loves just holding hands and being with someone and believes strongly in soulmates. Yeah, one of Them. I'm not hard to please though (I don't think)- all it takes is opening doors, cute messages (especially in the form of some kind of poem) and slow dances to love songs. Hopelessly romantic is very much me.

The fifth and final way to my heart is by using the English language correctly. It's a very strange request, I suppose, but it's true. I'm what many people refer to (fondly, I'm sure) as a grammar Nazi. Put it this way:


My friend's mum posted this on Facebook. I commented "fragment (consider revising). *slow applause*. I hate it when trying to talk to someone on Facebook and they TyPe LyK Di$$.. DO YOU HAVE NO KNOWLEDGE OF THE ENGLISH GRAMMAR CONVENTIONS AT ALL?! If you write in proper English, you appear intelligent and a lot more attractive. If you type like that brief example noted above- goodbye.

Anyway, I'm getting a headache from thinking about these things in such detail and trying to make it sound intelligent and witty. Brain strain. Think I will go to bed. Goodnight world.

Sayonara, fellow ninjas!! xoxo

Friday, March 30, 2012

The Good, The Bad, And The Really, Really Depressing.

I know. I suck. But I have many things to say that I can't even comprehend. So, brace yourselves, people of the internet, for the good, the bad and the ugly a quarter of the way through 2012.

The Good: I've had some amazing things happen so far. The most exciting thing ever has happened, and after two weeks, it still hasn't hit me. But it will. What is it? Three names. And they are Simple Plan, We The Kings and The Never Ever. 

Oh my God.

I've started catching the bus home lately, which is so much better than waiting around in town for mum to pick me up. And the best part is, my best friend in the whole wide world, PJ, moved to the school just down the road from me, and she lives next door, so we catch the bus together every afternoon. It's a lot of fun. Anyway, she started telling me about this ad on the radio about Simple Plan and We The Kings playing at the local RSL. 

And I nearly died. 

But then, at her birthday party that night, she had The Electro Kid- remember the first Underground Experience? Yeah, those awesome guys- play and it was amazing. We were talking with them afterwards and turns out Giles is going too. And we found out that The Never Ever were playing as well. 

And then I died again.

I basically typed up a Powerpoint on my computer and had it all ready to present to my parents about why I should go. But I didn't even need it. I was allowed, we bought the tickets, and we're going on June 10 with some other friends. It hasn't hit me yet, but come June, it will.

I feel sorry for my friends.

The Bad: It's not so bad anymore, because it's DONE, FINALLY THIS MORNING HALLELUJAH!! It was exam week this week. Which is basically a week off school, so long as you turn up at the times you have your exams. The endless study for Maths was insane. Every waking minute it seemed I was spending studying Maths. I usually don't mind Maths too much, but I don't love it by any means, and doing statistics again after our assignment last year made me want to cry. The assignment was to count the number of letters in words on the page of a book. There were three pages. Of a novel. In small print. Yeah. It sucked. 

The Really Really Depressing: I'm pretty sure the universe knows of my undying love for Short Stack ever since I saw them play for the first time on Rove back in 2008 I think. I have loved them for a really long time anyway, I pre-ordered every single one of their releases and stayed up 'till midnight one night when they released their tour dates for 2011. And then I cried because it was a week after I flew to New Zealand.

Now, it's all over. They've made their last release, SOUL, and that's it. Short Stack have "decided to call it a day," as they put it in the tear-jerking email I received two hours ago. No more concerts, so I will never go to one, and no more albums. No more music videos. No more posters on my bedroom wall than I already have (Trust me, that's a lot, but still nowhere near enough). 

What gets me the most about it is that in their movie, the one I went to the premiere of, sat in the middle of the back of the theatre with two of my dearest Stackette friends, and laughed 99.9% of the time and cried when it ended. The live broadcasting crapped itself at the end, and we were just sitting in the theatre for what felt like ages afterwards. In that movie, they had a future. There was Art Vandelay, there was a track listing, there were sneak peeks of tracks that I was dying to add to my (now full) iPod. I waited and waited and waited, we'd seen them in the recording studio, and then it ended. It almost feel like there was no goodbye. 

The last we hear of them is SOUL, a song which I fell in love with the second I pressed play. The video, the lyrics-  "we're keeping the faith alive" is exactly what will continue to happen. I may never be able to sing loudly in my room to a brand spankin' new Short Stack CD, but I will keep singing loudly to both the ones I have. This morning, Back Of My Head, my favourite Short Stack song in the world, ever, came on through my earphones on shuffle. And the lyrics relate to the way I feel now that one of the biggest parts of my life is coming to an end. 

SOUL- Short Stack:


You're saying goodbye just like in my nightmare. We're keeping the faith alive, I'll keep it all here in the back of my head.

We'll miss you, Short Stack. 2005-2012

Sayonara, fellow ninjas!! xoxo