Bye bye bye

Okayyy so, I meant to post this like 2 months ago, but logging into the account, typing and posting was too overwhelming for me.

I hereby declare this blog dead.
:D

It's all OVER

FINALLY. So the day came, dooms day, speech day, whatever you want to call it. I was prepped, or so I thought. It hadn't sunk in yet that TODAY was the day.

Anyway here's what went down:

9:00 - WOO BLAZER. It looks hot. And Mr. F has just told me, the other dude pulled out of the competition... lovely. Just me now ):

11:35 - Hopped in the taxi, with this Indian driver. He bothered to tell me his life story, about how he grew up in India, is studying English and Hospitality and how his asian Girlfriend is pressuring him into extending the 'see each-other 2 days a week.'

11:55 - Arrived at Yeronga State High after much stopping to look at the map, where it also caused the fare meter to rise considerably.. sneaky Indian..

12:00 - After avoiding classroom after classroom-full of stares, I made my way to the 'Common Room' where interviews were held. Felt like screaming 'I KNOW I'M IN THE WRONG SCHOOL YOU F***TARDS," after passing the last classroom. *breathes*

12:10 - Found out I was 1 hour early (joy). The admin lady asked me to stay in the room and 'soak in the air con,' and proceeded to leave before figuring out the air con wasn't on.

12:40 - Sitting here bored still, and really hot due to the stupid woman forgetting air con.

12:55 - FINALLY. HUMAN BEANS! This smart bean in particular turned on the air conditioner. Met the first judge, a really nice lady called Pat (short for Patricia). Then came Steph, one of the contestants. She was pretty bubbly.

1:10 - Still waiting for the other 2 judges, and where the hell are the other two contestants?

1:30 - Nice, nice. Half an hour late Judges. >_> Anyway, the other two are nice, bit intimidating. Steph and I got moved down to the makeshift library (Yeronga is pimping up their current library). Did maths homework (yum-yum log-log) for a long time, till it was my turn for the interview

2:30 - Mad, interview time! They asked basic questions from my application form, plus also a few general knowledge questions. Just so no one else asks, they were:

1. Should the drinking age limit be raised to 21?

2. Do you think the governments insulation plan was successful?

3. Should Australia put a cap on coal export?

4. Are the Winter Olympic games relevant to Australia?

I guess I answered most of them appropriately, but failed at the coal question.

3:00 - Back to the library.. read some comics and fell asleep.

5:30 - Aw disturbed from my beauty sleep. The lady judge, Pat, wanted to take me home, since she didn't want me hanging around alone. .. I'm scared.

6:00 - What the hell was I scared for? She's sweet :o and so are her kids and grandkids. Her grandchildren have american accents (born and raised in NY), so cute :D Had dinner with them and got some pointers from Pat (for my speech, lol)

6:40 - Omg, now I AM scared. Arrived at the RSL early, but later than everyone else. And HEY! There's Daddy :) & also, the president of Ekebin club.. where have I seen that face..

7:00 - I'm shakin'. But not from the nerves, oh I'm fine, but shakin' from the full-blast air conditioning. What did they plan to do, freeze me to death before I could die on stage?

7:20 - IMPROMPTUUUUZ! Surprisingly easy questions - I was prepared for the worst. Once again, for sake of not repeating myself, the questions were:

1. Are drivers of today adequately prepared for the road?

2. Bullying and violence, are they on the increase?

I reckon I did okay, got past 2 minutes for both with no problems. Just wished I had something more.. intelligent to talk about? Rather than just 'oh.. violence, yeah kids these days are killing each other.'

Shooop

7:35 (I lost track of time, so these are all made up estimates) - Schhhweet prepared speeches. When it got to my turn, it felt so much easier than I had anticipated. Honestly, I felt more relaxed than speaking in front of my class. Yesterday I visioned myself terrified, shaking, mispronouncing every word and forgetting lines. Well, some of that did happen just now, but it was unnoticeable. Unfortunately though, I spoke TOO slowly (bad thing, good thing?) and had to cut a chunk out of my speech to and skip straight to conclusion to make it under 5.5 minutes.

Then again, what am I complaining about, glad it is over. :)

8:00 - So cold.. the other speeches were wonderful. Right about now, I wished I could read the judges expressionless faces. Dad kept whispering to me that he was hungry too. I felt him jump when the president announced there would be finger food.

8:15 - -Heavy sigh of relief- Mingling time LOL. :D Started it off by demonstrating my fail skills at cutting cheese with a dorito (what the hell was I thinking, cheese doesn't even taste good with doritos). I also literally ate half their plates of cucumber (I heart that stuff) while chatting to the club members. After much staring and thinking, I figured out who the club president was.. THE BUTCHER WHO WORKS NEXT DOOR TO ME! ^_^

8:30 - Oh my god. Results O_O

Part of me wants to win (human condition okay?) and part of me didn't, on the grounds I'd have to redo this ordeal in zone level. Anywayyy, a girl from Yeronga won, both overall and public speaking (wow IKR pro). Afterwards we went through all this phototaking, hand-shaking, congratzing business.. so bugged at this point. During the handshakes, Pat bothered to tell me I came in 2nd. WHY! Sure, others may be happy about this news, but I feel as if I've just got another B10 for English. So close yet so far, I really despise this feeling. I left as soon as they closed up the night with Dad (he was ravenous, poor guy).

8:40 - Endured a long car ride home with Dad going on about how Public speaking is so 'cool'

8:45 - Fell asleep to the buzzing of his voice

All in all, it was a great day, I don't regret a second of this. My poor brother is definitely getting forced into this later. :)

Love,

moi.

Speaking in Public

Wow kay, first of all, it's been 2 months since I've so much as glanced at this page. Cleaned out the posts I made while I was bored stoopid annnd starting again!

So, school has started, and I'm finally top of the school food chain (year 12)! For the first time in my 12 years of education, I'm going to go home, do my homework and nerd it out till the suns long gone. Seriously.

Getting to the point of this blog.. Public Speaking (le gasp!). I was "heavily persuaded" late last year to participate in a public speaking competition. God was I nervous just hearing about it.

Basically this competition requires we do a 5minute prepared speech (sounds easy enough) and 2 2 minute speeches on the spot (this is where a part of me inside died listening). The prepared speech could be on ANY topic we wanted, however, we had to keep in mind:

1. We're speaking to a crowd of grumpy, elderly residents
2. Talking about sex or politics is a sure way to lose
3. Going over the 5 minute mark, even by a little, will drag our mark down. (;~;)

So, referring to the first two points, WHAT THE HELL AM I GOING TO TALK ABOUT? I spent the entire summer holidays thinking of things to talk about. It had to be something I could really elaborate on without the speech turning into mindless anecdotes and bullshit, and it also could not be about sex (saadly) or controversial issues which could well turn political (adieu whaling :[ ). It also had to be something slightly intellectual, cause a roomful of old folks aint gonna love a speech on the different ways you could eat Vegemite.

31st of January, my brain turned on.
In a sudden brainstorm I thought up 3 topics.

1. Australias justice system, compared to that of other countries (especially communists)
2. How generation Y lacks the morality, appreciation of life and respect people once had in older times.
3. How the media is the greatest influence in youths.

*Kudos to Wittey for the first idea. ♥

I went with the last option, after having googled the first two topics and coming up with very little. I struggled these past days to even start writing the speech, all I have down is "Dear ladies and gentlemen.." no kidding. I had to take in consideration, the people or "ladies and gentlemen" were elderly 80-year olds. How could my message and sense of humour get through to them? They obviously lived in an older time, with a completely different view on life and opinion. I'm scared they'll see me as just 'some teenager whining about media issues.' *cringe*

1st of February, I had a vision.
I saw/imagined (I'm no see'er) the elderly folk of Lions club keel over dying from a heart attack after hearing exciting parts of my speech.
Now, to be honest I wasn't totally shocked. A part of me was impressed my would-be speech was that exciting and entertaining that people would die from shock listening (I know right).
But, that just told me another guideline I had to follow in my speech: Keep it .. tolerable, not too exciting and flashy, yet also enough to keep the judges awake.

My track record in speeches hasn't been fabulous, and this competition being my first time publicly speaking. Till year 11, my speeches have usually gone like this:

1. Prepare speech night before assesment
2. Appear inconspicuous in class to avoid being chosen to speak
3. Make a lot of palm cards during that time
4. Speak quickly, only make eye contact when teacher is watching, mumble lines I forget and pause every now and then to fill up the time limit
5. Overall: Fluke an A/B

I'm improving though, just pray I've improved enough to live through the competition.

~ still thinking, still writing.
♥ Ice-cream eater

Blog Wars

Dear Diary,

I won’t beat around the bush, what goes on at school, could last 2 years of televised drama. There's enough goss to keep me entertained in Maths class for the next 20-years, not that I would stay learning Maths for that long. I've also stopped watching the usual dramas, House, The O.C and Desperate Housewives, they got nothing against the events of Year 11. And whatever it looks like, I didn’t make this cause I wanted to join the bandwagon. My diary got stolen few months ago *wipes tear* and I usually write this kind of crap in there. Now that’s explained, the next wall of text you’ll be reading is totally my opinion, and does not reflect upon the ideas of others.

I enjoy reading blogs in my spare time, namely:

NewGirlOnTheBlogg

BarbieBooga

GossipGuy

They're wonderful, and reading them makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. They'll also be the protagonists in this story. Yeah.. story, I'm pretty bad at them, so bear with the broken storylines, awkward sentences and grammar that would make my English teacher cry. Every story needs an antoagonist right? Our special antagonist for tonight is somewhat obvious, but I'm bound by certain privacy policies not to name people. Just scroll through the posts I linked earlier..

Annnd welcome back. Crystal clear now right? We'll just call her Dienes. Dienes are a type of hydrocarbon alright. Nothing weird, madeup or anything, google it if you're suspicious. I have nothing against Dienes, apart from the fact her name now reminds me of Chemistry, and I .. hate Chemistry with a firey passion. Dienes isn't exactly the sweet little girl from around the corner, heck, she could give Ms. Dolores Umbridge from the ministry a run for her money with all the uproar she's caused. But how did this all start? Other blogs couldn't fill this part in, so I'll try my best, using cliche scenarios you've all seen in movies.

Girl likes boy
Boy doesn't like girl
Boy likes other girl
Falls in love
Girl gets jealous and scarily emotional
And et cetera till it escalates from a silent war into a widely publicized blog war.

So now you know the main characters, and the scene? The scene's set in a typical school which most of you are familiar with.. and again, I can't just write out the name plainly here. I know what you're thinking, 'messed up story hey? Can't even know the names of anything.'
I'm sorry, I didn't ask you to hang around and read my massive wall of text. Ctrl+W for the Way out.
Ahem anyway. The much awaited Awards Night was held a few nights ago, the night ran smoothly and the entertainment was awesome. Following 3 hours of monotonous award receiving it came to the stage of announcing the School Captains of 2010.

-Suspense-


Ho. The Captains were announced, but amid the jubilant cheers erupting from either side of me, I could sense murmurs of confusion, disapproval and annoyance. Honestly, I believe some of them deserved their position and kudos to all of them for going through the process of School Captain, however I can't help but think the voting process wasn't completely fair.

This school is mainly composed of students coming from an asian background. To hell with those shy asian stereotypes, a fair amount of asians did put their names up for school captain, and most of them were brilliant in every way.
Smart, talented, funny and not to mention the potentially kick-ass leadership skills we all could see. I'm not saying here that the current captains don't have those qualities, so don't read into it.



Could we see how the votes went? Nope.
So this question floating around, was it rigged, was it fair? Can't be answered. Teacher's arn't popes of the community, they can take 'alternative routes' to this voting system. Sure, they all get one equal vote, but who's to say they can't 'pull out' certain students from the final votes count or 'exclude votes' from the pile collected by each clan teacher?

Sad but true, I do think principals have a larger say than the rest of the school community. It's their school to run, and they run it how they see fit, whether it be completly disregarding the election and choosing her/his own Captains or ignoring the Governments healthy eating revolution and hosting 'Junk Food Days' in the tuckshop.

But how does this all fit into my story? This 'conspiracy' however you'd like to label it, is the foundation of which my story is based. Maybe you've read it, maybe you havn't, but the night following Awards Night several blog posts were spread around The Internet flaming the choice of School Captains.

Racism? Maybe
Discrimination? Yep
That's what most will tell you now, and that's how it seems in black and white.
I could go on about my opinions but that story can wait for later.

-Continues-

The antagonist of our story, Dienes, was already brimming with jealousy and hate at this point. Then the storm came.
Her crush and long-time obsession, JaCe, had fallen for another. Heartbroken and angry, she cried a river during Lunchtime. But that wasn't the end of it, she needed revenge to make her heart content. So how was she going to get back at the girl who her crush had fallen for? Lucky for her.. these blog posts surfaced..

The next day, the evil side of Dienes truelly reared its ugly head when it came to morning tea. She brought out the blog posts one by one, and beautiful as they were, everyone knew they were at school to serve a deadly purpose. In the next hour, rumours of Dienes' plan had circulated around the school. She had the blogs, safe in her chubby hands and everyone cringed as she showed the papers around to the School Captains of '10. How soon would it be till she gave them into the principal?

Well now we know two things:

1. The bloggers are in so much shit

2. The bloggers are going to flame Dienes hardout tonight.

Dienes [Noun] Pronounced; [Die-een-se]
1. A hydrocarbon which contains two double bonds
2. A person whom takes jealousy too far and desperately seeks pity friendship, attention and has yet to realize the world does not revolve around her.

The rest is still unwritten, so think of this as a .. live blog.
Look forward to tommorow


Adios loves.
xo ICECREAM EATER

P.S. I do like anagrams.
[This story is coming from biased opinions and sources and in no way are they 100% factual]