Thine eyes hath seen the glory of HTML (0)

From the army of virtual dust bunnies that have accumulated in the equally virtual nooks and crannies of our little Internet abode, it’s probably safe for you to assume that neither Roo nor I have been doing a very good job of keeping abreast of housekeeping lately.

 

Women’s roles, indeed.

 

And as I presume you have noticed, we finally found the time to give the place a much-needed renovation. Actually, that’s a lie. We didn’t find time. We honed our procrastination skills, neglecting precious exam study time in the process.

 

Perhaps, had we not spent an entire afternoon trying to grasp the rudiments of HTML, we could have employed our study time in a (marginally) more productive manner, and not bombed a good half of our exams. Perhaps.

 

Speaking of exams, hallelujah, for they are over, and we have since reverted back to our mundane, pre-exams, cbf-stricken lives. Plainness has never been so beautiful.

 

 

Now that you know we’re still alive, it’s back to work. It’s a hard life.

 

Ciao, kiddies,

Izzy

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IOU(s)? (2)

I am well aware that a post with regard to finally meeting Gillam is long overdue.

I am also aware that the new layout, albeit being an improvement upon its predecessor, is quite substandard. Don’t blame me. Blame the exams for occupying so much of my time.

Perhaps I should go study.

No, no, I wouldn’t do that to you.

Let’s see… Finally meeting Gillam.

It was… anticlimactic, for lack of better word. No fireworks, no dramatic background music, nothing. Not even awkwardness. Well, maybe a little bit. But only a little bit.

It was in wake of that even that Roo and I unanimously decided (you don’t get that often, I assure you) that we would put Gillam to rest. Not literally, of course – I promise we didn’t kill him. That’s just mean.

So, yeah. The legacy of Rob Gillam is officially dead. RIP, man.

Also, I’m tired, so I’ll sum up the period between the time of this post’s publication and that of the previous as quickly as possible:

1. Exams are here. Let’s go jump off a cliff.
2. Christ Church dance was pretty good.
3. Perth has frozen over.

I’d say that’s about it.

Night, kiddies.

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3 days, 10 hours, 57 minutes and 50 seconds... (0)

...until my impeding doom.

Semester exams are coming ever closer.
And my chances of heart failure are growing ever higher.

Seriously, I am actually considering just dropping out of everything and becoming the first ever Asian to be supported solely on Centrelink cash.

What motivation I possess have slowly been trickling away from me as I trudge through pages and pages of theory, of definitions, of diagrams.

And these are the humanities subjects.

Yet however much I'm tempted to just drop everything and sleep, I shall continue on, like the studious little girl I am.

My parents would be so proud.

But now, back to Politics.
Vertical Fiscal Imbalance exists where the allocation of revenue between Federal and State levels of government does not match expenditure responsibilities. This is reflected when...



Standing on the rooftops
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Insert an equally witty title here. (1)

Gillam-fest, huh.

To be perfectly honest, I’d say devastated is a bit of an understatement. Not only have we been talking about the actual event for at least the past few weeks, this little guy has been an object of obsession love for both Roo and me for the past two years.

That’s right. Two years. Devotion at its best? I think so.

Dear non-existent reader, with the notable exception of Simon, perhaps, you probably don’t even know who this Gillam character is.

Heck (thanks, Mr. Davis), I don’t even know.

I’ve never actually met the guy.

I saw him once at an ethics conference last year, and I yelled his name, but that doesn’t count. He didn’t even hear me.

Anyway, here’s the extremely limited list of what I know about him so far:

• He’s tiny. No joke. I did see him with my own eyes – he’s shorter than me. And that really is something.
• He will take over the world one day. At least, that what Roo tells me. She met him at UNYA. Apparently he’s insanely diplomatic and possibly future UN-material. Hm.
• He thinks abortion is the ‘tidy option’. Uh, yeah. Moving on…
• He already has a girlfriend. That can be remedied. Again, strictly joking.
• I know where he lives! I think there might be legal restrictions upon me posting his address and home telephone number on the Net without his permission, though…
• What else, what else.
• Oh yeah. We have a plethora of nicknames for him, including but in no way restricted to: G-Banger, Bobby-G, etc.

That’s probably about it. I really don’t know that much else about him. And I’m not about to find out anymore about him in the near future, either.

Actually, I had been dared to ask him to the Year 11 Dance. I was contemplating doing it at Gillam-fest (which, for the record, was actually a gig, but I’m pretty sure we were going mostly for Gillam – not the music), but since we can’t go (due to unfortunate geographical issues), that’s no longer an option. Speaking of which, I never actually made a contingency plan. Great.

Oh well. I digress. Not meeting Gillam. Right. That’s not too big a deal though; it’s inevitable that I will meet him eventually. Philosophy camp, maybe.

Oooooh. I can’t wait.

Amended (30/04/2010):

After a lengthy discussion with my legal counsel, it has been brought to my attention that I should provide a disclaimer. So here it is.

Esteemed reader, if you are questioning the legality of such a post, the answer is, I have no idea either. If you happen to be the person about whom this post is written, I assure you that our unhealthy infatuation with you is a joke. No joke (oh, the irony). Please don’t sue our asses. We have no money. The modicum of money currently in my ownership is sitting in my savings account, and I’d rather it stayed there, to be honest. To my knowledge, the interest is stacking up quite nicely. The point is, don’t sue us. It’s a joke.

Oh, and by the way, I’m meeting you in six days. Yes –- it’s happening!

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Insert Witty Title Here. (0)

Simon says: (3:39:40 PM)
btw your blog is win


I thought that was worth blogging about.

The holidays are goddamn boring.
And the highly anticipated Gillam-Fest which Izzy and I have been talking about for many months now has been decreed too much of a 'trek' to actually go.

Am a little bit devastated.

However, we do have a grand plan to get drunk on Butterbeer tomorrow.
For which I am slightly pumped.


Speaking of, if anybody does PnL and wants to write me an essay about the Australian Constitution and how its influenced by political systems around the world, I'm totally fine with that. Really.

Izzy's pissed at me.
ILY IZZY

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OH (0)

You did not just go there.

THAT IS TOTALLY UNJUSTIFIED
Alex Gaskarth is actually a brilliant singer,
Admit it!

I never disagreed that George Michael can sing either
Just that he looks like a cane toad.



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Re: Scum of the Earth (0)

I don’t know how to put it lightly, but your fantastic foursome of juvenile delinquents with guitars, microphones and a plethora of fan-girls are but specks of dust on this guy’s jacket.

How’s this for a change? He can sing.

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I just thought... (0)

...of a brilliant pun.

It seems, Izzy my dear, that you've reached an




hahahahahahahaa.

Nothing Personal.

(oh God, I just keep reeling them out don't I?)


You've gone to the toilet.
Its awfully quiet on Skype without you.

Love,
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And so it continues. (0)

...Yeah I just realised how they could get to it

But people aren't as tech-savvy as we are are they?
And they're not that obsessed...


I DON'T KNOW HOW TO HIDE IT
I will try and figure out a way, just because I love you.


DON'T BE ASHAMED IZZY
ITS OK TO BE YOU


Cute cat btw,

But Dog>Cat>Mouse

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Scum of the Earth, (0)

I will bear your message in mind.

On the contrary, however, you will find that you did post the link to this showcase of extremely basic HTML on the wonderful procrastination tool that is Facebook.

And, for the record, it is possible to access your blackmail tool via this page. I am not going to explicitly disclose it, as that would come under the category of suicide or something to that effect, but you really should reconsider how it is you are hiding your, what was it… little indiscretion.

Notwithstanding, I can’t believe you’re blackmailing me.

You, of all people. You, the notorious ringleader of all that is not subtle.

How does this even work?!

I wish you the worst of karma,

Izzy

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Dear Izzy (0)

Lets be honest.
No-one else really reads this but us.

So I'm writing this to address the little indiscretion that I just did, which you aren't TOO HAPPY about.


Let's just say, it'll be ammunition for any future needs.

And like in the movie, Dear John, a few words can do a lot of things.

Love,
Rachel.

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Physics is PHUN! (1)

...this is the sentiment often repeated by Asians/enthusiastic Science teachers.
I like to think that Physics is actually PHUKING DEATH.

And I really should be studying, except for the fact that Izzy posted, which made me feel obliged.

So I'll just say, Soundwave was amazing. I met All Time Low. They signed my iPod. Am now planning on practicing polygamy with the entire band.

Rachel, Rachel! You just LOVE questions on efficiency and degradation!
Physics is calling.

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Let’s fail physics (0)

There is this infernal physics test that Roo and I have tomorrow. We’re slightly screwed.

Anyway, we’ve commissioned Dani to redo a banner for this blog. We’ve already planned it. It’s going to be brilliant.

There’ll be George Michael, in all his glory, and All Time Low in the corner, doing what they do best: playing  music in dark corners.

So, yeah. Sounds great, right? *Nod profusely*

I should go. Studying might reduce the risk of failing aforementioned physics test. Toodles!

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Oh wow. (4)

Well hello!

Izzy definitely isn't the only person who forgot about this blog-type.
And I definitely agree that the whole black-background-coloured-font-stars-everywhere type look is just a tad Year 6.

Let me just reassess some of the wrong things said by Izzy darling.

• Izzy may have learnt some more Maths, but she's definitely not grown any maturer. Me, however...nah, I'm just as childish as I used to be.
• George Michael looks like a cane toad.
• Soundwave Festival is hitting my city in 6 DAYS!!! Which means in less than a week I will be seeing many of my favourite bands, All Time Low in particular.
• Artline fineliners aren't great. They stain the page.
• People craved my story.
• Cambridge is another option. Same British accent!
• Time has definitely passed too quickly. This year is SO much harder than the last.

Hahaha, the joys of blogging.

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My word… (2)

Wow. I completely forgot about this blog. I’m not going to lie.

It’s been the better side of a year since I last set my eyes upon this hideously decorated blog. A better side of a year, in which:

• I grew up a bit. Mentally, I think. Not physically. Actually, horizontally, maybe. But mostly mentally.
• George Michael visited Perth for the first time in 22 years. Not to worry, the show was most definitely worth every nanosecond of that 22 years(including the two hours I sat in my seat twiddling just my thumbs).
• I discovered my love for Artline®200 Fine 0.4 blue fineliners. Oh yes. If you don’t have one, get one.
• Roo won a couple of writing competitions with her story, but nobody cared.
• We decided that we’re going to Oxford to study, when we inevitably move to England the year after next. It will happen.
• Time has passed too quickly.

You know, I propose that we reconsider the hideous décor (time to consult Dani) and breathe new life into this place.

Roo?

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