ffffffriggin protected posts

ALL THOSE WHO HAVE PROTECTED POSTS WHO DO NOT GIVE ME PASSWORDS, AND INSTEAD GIVE ME A FREAKING RIDDLE TO SOLVE... I HATECHUUU

:( I haven't been able to guess a SINGLE one. Instead, I've gone to google, and typed in their "hints" (pft, you can't even call them hints.. they're like .. vague random thoughts!)...

*GLARE* @ BOSCO

What's worse is that I glance at the column on the side saying who commented last, etc. I SEE PEOPLE HAVE COMMENTED ON THE PROTECTED POST- and they have SOLVED that friggin thing. SEND ME PASSWORDS !!!! DON'T MAKE ME GUESS!!! ITS SO D'ARGH-ifying.

DIGRESSING- biggest birthday grats to Adrian. Say, Adrian who? ADRIAN ZUMBO of course. Not that I know him personally, or know his products personally either. YES- FAMOUS dessert maker in Sydney, but I've never had the chance to try *WINK NUDGE KICK SHOVE THROW OVER CLIFF* (ooh. cliff- reminds me of New Moon :), his lovely Macarons. Apparently people have been lining outside his shop since 7.30am to say HBD to him and also to try his new 24 varieties of macarons.  *jaw drops* twenty four...

Man. So many of you guys have finished your HSC now. Lucky duckies. :(  Last night I was freaking out about a couple of things.

Firstly I was thinking
hmm when I get up- it should be around 8. I'll just go for a jog around the place and eat a hearty breakfast, check twitter/email/blog and do some jap study + watch spirited away. Then break for lunch, rewatch HIMYM (I watched it the day before eco) and then study jap again.  But of course all the morning stuff didn't happen. M left the house at 10.00 and slammed the front door- which woke me up. Damn. No jog (haha), damn no breakfast, DAMN NO ONE TO MAKE ME BREAKFAST, NO BREAKFAST FOODS TO EAT, so I just watched spirited away while eating some Milk Arrowroot.

NO MOAR HAZELNUT LATTE FOR ME. NO MORE CHOCOLATE FOR MEEE. DETOX TIME! Eat healthy, sleep healthy (yes. no longer sleeping at 5 or 6 am...), no more sippah straws- only tea or water, eat more fruits and BRAIN FOOD.

Speaking of fruit, I'm really protective of my bananas. I am a banana kid. I love bananas and I always have. A couple of days ago, I bought 3, and lugged it with me home (heaavy maaa) on public transport. Only got to eat 1, in the end, because M + D each stole one to eat. :( Now I have no bananas.  Hehe, at the dining table, I sit nearest to the fruit basket- there's a really festy apple inside, probably rotting from the core- lol. Each day, I tell myself I'll take it out (incase it infects the other fruits!) but I keep forgetting. But this morning I was rummaging and got my hand stuck in a sticky mess. :( Disgusting rotting apples.

I WILL NOW CONCLUDE WITH A LIST OF AZ MARACONS ON GYF'S BLOG.

PS. how all over the place are my posts lately?! its nutttttts