Extinction!!

Is  it just me, or is this place becoming extinct?! I think I'll visit Chatswood or Broadway on the weekend to watch a movie with my sister (not wasting that voucher from the Myopia thing).

Why did we get charged $10 each when we watched 2012 the other day? I thought it cost alot more ~$15ish. :S How confusing

WHT: Was on the phone for ages waiting for a Fairfax dude to pick up (stupid "queue"), and our conversation lasted roughly 30 seconds. I hate phone queues. The music they play is hypnotic, and it puts me into a stupid trance, and when I actually get to talkto someone, I don't realise until their third or fourth "hello". D: So embarassing. So yeah. After about 20 minutes + 30 seconds, I suspended our paper delivery until Jan 17th.  This is so we don't find the house buried under papers, or have neighbours suspecting some sort of homicide when we come back.

Speaking of death, I have an interesting-ish story to tell. Before I moved here, we lived in a block of apartments.  One morning, as we were leaving to go to school, there was an ambulance in the driveway and we were like :O. We were used to seeing police cars and ambulances rushing towards Parra, but there was rarely one in our driveway!  Turns out a man had died in his house for a couple of days before his next door neighbour realised. *gag* He was the secretary of the block and all our complaints went to him- but I never talked to him directly.  The paramedics said he had died a couple of days back because he had already started decomposing (EW), and his diary entries stopped abruptly- they were thinking on the day of his death.

Kinda eugh. Another story I've told a billion times, was when one of my neighbours went missing. A seven year old curry guy who went missing after school one day while playing at the intersection.  We were first alerted to this when we heard it on the radio! I remember thinking that the description of the boy fit our neighbour ==; and I didn't find out it was  him until that afternoon when there were forensic police or something clogging up the driveway again. He was returned in one piece, but was molested or something. After that, my parents never let K and I out of the house without supervision again, and a couple of years later, we moved. D thought this neighbourhood was a lot safe/had less crime rates etc.

A few months or so after we moved into this new place, the unsuccessful kidnapper story spread throughout this place. He was trying to snatch a kid from Roslea, but she was smart and gave him a big bite and escaped, etc. Some of you might remember this.  Our car was stopped twice by men in dark blue jumpsuits (police) carrying FREAKING HUGE GUNS, because it looked similar to the one belonging to the kidnapper. ==; How embarassing ;D but yes, also terrifying at the time. 

Speaking of terrifying, my recent experience in the carpark at Parra Westfield was exactly that. When I was in primary school, some people would ask me, aren't you scared of living in Parra? So many bad things happen there. But quite frankly, I never really witnessed anything specifically horrific that happened many times during the year.  Growing up there sort of made it feel okay anyway. I didn't feel in danger when I was wandering around the shops alone XD  But things have changed. The demographics have changed. I feel in danger when I'm in the bloody car park. People no longer drive at 10km/h inside. I hate those guys with the flat shiny sports cars and the gayass rear spoilers who speed, and make screeching sounds with their tyres making very dangerous turns. *shudder* There used to be NONE of this, and I find it very gagworthy.

My disgust for rear spoilers is just... extreme.

Oh I can think of 2 nasty events I witnessed at Parra Westfield. I've told both a billion times too :D

#1. This was many years ago. Back in the days when I had to hold my dad's hand when we went shopping. It happened outside Franklins- now a Coles, and it was quite horrific.  We were just walking by when suddenly we hear a man yell and see him fall down. D's nosy by nature, and did what he always does- walk closer to see what's happening. Unfortunately, he forgot he was holding a 5 year old's hand, and what I was was quite gruesome.  A cashier at Franklins was lying on the floor with a screwdriver embedded deep in this thigh. There was SO much blood- I'm not sure whether he survived.  The crook was stealing cash off him, and he ran out to chase him, but consequently got stabbed in the leg with an unsanitised screwdriver ==;.

So that was story #1.

#2.  When I was alot older (junior in high school), a  couple of deaths happened at around the same time in the shopping centre and the carpark.  Four people had been killed? or maybe committed suicide?  One guy fell from level 4 or 5- you know where the ledge is? and there was alot of blood at the bottom. And I saw another body at the carpark- because our car was parked on that level ==; and there was a lot of blood there too.

#1 + #2 + rear spoilers are the only bad things I've witnessed at this Westfield. It's not too bad.

I have no idea how I started talking about this... into such great detail. The bottom line is, I know we've moved into a hole- but I like this place because I feel slightly safer here compared to the rear spoiler infested Parra. :) If only the buses here came on time T_T;

3 days until ZOOOOOOOMZOOOOOOMZOOOOOOOOMMM

Hello!

Currently feeling victorious because I now have access to many AoS trial papers thanks to Rex and my fb stalking.

Yars. This morning I was surfing fb and I came across a status that cried out for help. Something along the lines of "anyone have trial belonging papers?" I think. Then this lovely random put three hyperlinks in the comments section and I CLICKED ON IT AND FOUND PAPERS.

Hours later I hit the frams and thanks Rex :D 123 pages of trial exams.

In all other news, I was covered in dust and feeling a bit itchy now. D: This morning, M barged into my room (far in! I was doing one of the papers I had found and she ruined my TIMED mock exam >:( ) and told me to pull out the suitcases from under my bed and take out everything that slipped into the dark crevasse which is the gap between my bed and the wall. I don't know why, but over a period of time, the gap has widened and once I found myself waking up with 1 leg out of sight!

So I crawled into that claustrophobic space and almost got stuck- lol gotta lay off the chocolates. I actually found alot of junk down there including a tshirt I seriously haven't seen in over a year, the odd sock and LOTS OF DUST.

:(

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Many, many, many years ago when I was stuck blogging on live spaces, I noticed this blog that looked exactly the same as mine. Same layout, background image and title- which I thought was strange because I had customly fiddled around with the colours and uploaded my own background pic.  So I clicked on the person's profile and she had the EXACT same description as mine!  She also stole my blogging material D: Copy Pasting, etc. My gad. I was furious. And I think I wrote a rant blog about it and commented on her blog. A week later, the blog was privated and I couldn't threaten her anymore. :(

Years later, K's friend added me on Bebo. I didn't accept her because she's a retard and said I was ugly to K when she thought I wasn't listening ( >:( I'm not, I own the most attractive face in the universe! hmph ) I was only furious because her face was caked with some kind of greasy and overdue foundation to hide her flaky skin. Lol. So yes, I looked at her bebo- her descriptions, images and thought !!! what the hell! I've seen this all before! Is she already my friend?

So I searched my friends list and ages later found the same photos/layout and descriptions.

Oh my gad. What a humiliating experience it must have been for her.  Lets call the mean girl H and my friend R. H had even stolen R's display picture. D: There were comments on the photos like " omagad H, such a cool pic, did you take it yourself" and "woah looking hot- pro ps skillz" and she said "yes, thanks I'm on ps like all the time" etc etc.

Dootdidoot. I'm not a whistle blower, but I felt the urge to tell R that H was using her photo as a display pic. But someone beat me to it :D and she got a massive butt caning and her account was suspended with Bebo and she lost alot of face at school.

So that's the end my my story- and I don't know why I told it. It's just something that makes me smile evilly >:D which is a good feeling once in a while. Good triumphed over bad- for once. :D Yayers.

Digressing, only a few days left until the big Hoo-Ha. So study hard everyone.  After looking at the HSC timetable, I don't feel so awful about exams (except the bio/jap/3ueng does make me feel slightly queasy).


SHOUTOUT TO BLEB: :D HIYA. I would reply to your text but atm all my texts are going to the "outbox" folder instead of the "sent" and I don't think they've been sent. D: feel like I haven't seen you in yonks :( except on frams :D

SEEEE YOU ALL SOOOON (looking forward to all this to be over)