I have a theory that assessment tasks are nothing to be feared for if we don't think about the deadlines and just do it. I figured that if we stop worrying about when your assessment task is due, and just did them beforehand and without rushing, we'd be much happier children :)

Then again, I rarely listen to my own advice. I'm a hypocrite that way. I'm not going to go into detailed paragraphs of when my assessments are due and what they are, because that's a waste of yours and my time. My mind's in a bit of a hectic state, though. I am so busy.

It's about time for a random entry. I haven't posted one before, and I think it would be interesting to read. I promise, I won't make it as boring as many others that I've seen elsewhere.

Have any of you tried the new Coca-Cola Zero yet? I wonder if it's out in Malaysia. It probably isn't, because Malaysia's imports are silly. This drink has real taste and zero sugar. I looked at it's ingredients and it really doesn't have any saturated fat or sugars. Interesting! It tastes like Diet Coke, but sweeter and gassier. Interesting! I bought myself a bottle for six ringgit. Interesting!

I really should have bought a can.

I'm such an antisocial bug. I only talk to my peeps in the boarding house. On the phone, I only get phone calls from MUM or DAD. I only get messages from them too. I think it's pathetic. It's proving the point that I never really needed to get a new phone because I rarely use it!

Call me. Someone, call me! Or drop me an SMS. I'll reply because it's only nice and I like replying. Talk to me, guys. If I don't answer the phone, just leave a message with your number. I'll call you back. I've got so much money in my call card to spend, that it'll be a waste if I have no one to talk to. So, call me. Talk to me. Please?
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Ok. I took my number off. Why? Because lots (2) have told me that I would be stalked. I wonder though, how could I be stalked? I mean, I'm not that popular anyway, and the people who read my blog are not bothered or just KNOW me. So you know. Rahhhh.

Email me, even. Drop me a HELLO. Seriously, guys. It'd be very nice to hear from my readers and what they hate/think/like about my blog. Don't you know how nice it is to receive email from people you don't really talk to? It's a beautiful feeling, if you haven't experienced it. I promise I'll reply. Really!
kamikazerae@gmail.com

Hell, write to me! I love getting mail. I'll send you something back. A postcard, perhaps. I've got money to spend on stamps and envelopes! Send me a little card saying Happy Belated Birthday, maybe. Or, just a little post-it with a big smile and a HELLO. Please?
Rae L (Boarder)
St Catherine's School
26 Albion St
Waverley 2024
NSW, AUSTRALIA.

Or you know, you could just be uninterested in making someone smile and not be bothered. I don't mind. Really, I don't mind you being reactive and unfriendly. *smile*

I'm playing I'll Be There by Jackson 5 for Clubs & Choirs this coming Thursday. I'm shitting myself. I volunteered to play the guitar, only because I thought Stand By Me by Ben E. King was great and incredibly easy to play. They changed their mind on the song and decided to sing a Michael Jackson classic. It's a nice song and all, but it's incredibly difficult. Not just for the guitar, but for everyone singing as well. You try singing like Michael Jackson when he was a wee one, with all those voice riffs. Tell me how you go!

I hate pigeons. I really do. They're vile and disgusting. They are like rats. Along with seagulls. Seagulls are flying rats. They literally pick the food out of your hands. Pigeons, on the other hand, just fly up to your window and coo their little pea-brains away. Really, don't they have something better to do like build a nest or feed their other pea-brain youngins' or collect twigs?

My arm muscles creep my out. My biceps, I think they are called. They've gotten larger. My pale arms look crazy, like this skinny friend of mine back home in KL. She's as skinny as a satay stick, yet she has muscles the size of a guinea pig. Satay stick + guinea pig lumps = monstrous in an awesome way.

Then again, I never liked maths. My mind was not tailored to solve stupid equations and draw bloody quadratic graphs.

Sydney's good, by the way. The weather is getting better as the weeks fly by. It's getting cooler and cooler, and there's less rain. Summer is coming to it's end, and I can't wait. I'm quite psyched about going home in roughly a month's time. I can't wait to get back on the computer for hours on end, downloading Lost Season 2 and Desperate Housewives Season 2 episodes. I'm so psyched out about getting back and getting my birthday present from dad, which I haven't got yet. I've got Playstation 2 Slim on my mind, right now. This is my opportunity to redeem myself. The old gaming conscience is coming back, and she's wants to kick ass on a Playstation, not an Xbox. I mean, if my sister doesn't want to share her bloody Playstation, I might as well get myself one - an even cooler one - the slim!

Mum's in Canberra. Apparently she's been partying since the day she got there. What a lucky thing. I wish I could party, eat and drink. It sounds so fun.

I want a shower now. My Coke Zero is finishing. I'm taking the last gulp and off I go to have a shower.

Cheers.
PS. Today, I received the nicest comment from someone I have never met before, and only met briefly. "It's amazing. Your English is just... flawless."
PPS. Drop me a line, guys. Really. I'd love to hear from anyone. You don't have to say much, and I promise I'll reply. PURRRR-ROM-ISS!