'Life is like a box of Turkish Delights chocolates: they're all crap'
-Anna Nguyen
'How do I differentiate again?'
-Gaby Ruslianto
'There are actually a lot of good people in this world...we just tend to remember the bad ones'
-Miss Bliss
'Why is F U not working. If we move F U here we get should get F U. FU FU FU etc
-Miss Ekanayake
'eh eh eh eh eh'
- Guy in the movies with a machine gun laugh
-Miss Ekanayake: '...we get sec squared'
Van from the front: *snorts*
'What colour undies is Monica wearing?''
- Mr Cox
'What's The Beatles?'
-Mike Dao
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Saturday, December 26, 2009
Last chance Learner
So I’ve been driving these past few days and boy am I enjoying it:
(Car behind me beeping)
Me: ‘What do you think the ‘L’ plate stands for dickwad? Learned? You think that by beeping at me I’m miraculously going to know how to go around this roundabout. Must be because you seem to think I’ve freaking learned all there is to know about driving that’s why I put up the ‘L’. So thank you for honking your horn you’ve helped the situation and me very much.’
(Car behind me overtakes me) ‘This is a 60 km road and I’m driving 60 what more do you want from me?? Fuckwit.’
Dad: See? There’s an L-plater behind us just like you
Me: That’s a relief. (Continues to drive at designated speed)
(L-plater overtakes me) ‘What the fuck man I thought we were brothers!’
Yeah…I hate driving
(Car behind me beeping)
Me: ‘What do you think the ‘L’ plate stands for dickwad? Learned? You think that by beeping at me I’m miraculously going to know how to go around this roundabout. Must be because you seem to think I’ve freaking learned all there is to know about driving that’s why I put up the ‘L’. So thank you for honking your horn you’ve helped the situation and me very much.’
(Car behind me overtakes me) ‘This is a 60 km road and I’m driving 60 what more do you want from me?? Fuckwit.’
Dad: See? There’s an L-plater behind us just like you
Me: That’s a relief. (Continues to drive at designated speed)
(L-plater overtakes me) ‘What the fuck man I thought we were brothers!’
Yeah…I hate driving
Friday, December 18, 2009
Change
It's necessary, It helps move us forward, the only way we can progress
But sometimes,
it's a huge kick in the balls.
But sometimes,
it's a huge kick in the balls.
Sunday, December 13, 2009
7 hours.
If all does not go well, I give myself three options:
1. Become a missionary in a third world country
2. Run to Disneyworld and live there
3. Join a nunnery
Let's hope it doesn't come to that
1. Become a missionary in a third world country
2. Run to Disneyworld and live there
3. Join a nunnery
Let's hope it doesn't come to that
Friday, November 20, 2009
You know what's funny?
Most people who go to schoolies go for the opportunity to celebrate the end of a hard year's work of VCE
but usually the type of people who go to schoolies usually are the kind who've hardly worked at all this year.
Interesting...
but usually the type of people who go to schoolies usually are the kind who've hardly worked at all this year.
Interesting...
Thursday, October 22, 2009
For the Big Bang Theory fans
I've done nothing today but sleep, do practice papers and practice papers and a bit of blogging and Facebook. If my life were a sitcom right now, I think it would look a little something like this:
I hope this pumps you up for exams xD. Good luck, less than a month till we can party!
I hope this pumps you up for exams xD. Good luck, less than a month till we can party!
My little friends
I hate it when my parents bring animals home. And they're not the kind of people who take in homeless puppies. I'm talking about animals to...to eat. Right now I have AC-DC playing on full blast to cloud over the sound of her flapping wings struggling from my dad's grasp over her neck, fighting for life. I can hear her cooing, calling for me to save her. I'm sorry, I wish I could take you away to a nice farm where you can run around and live forever.
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
The EeeCeePee Letter
This was written by a nicer, less version of me aka pre-VCE Marianne
Dear future Marianne,
First of all if you’re reading this letter it means you haven’t commit suicide or dropped out of school because of a mental breakdown. Good job. I’m hot, sweaty and gross right now and there’s this annoying fly trying to get in my ear…anyway the whole point of this letter that I write to you right now is to remind you why I’m putting myself through this torture called VCE. Knowing myself (as you do) I’ll probably remember most of the stuff I’ve written here anyway just like how I remember what I wrote to myself in my year 7 capsule. I haven’t changed much. My writings the same and I practically look the same. Here’s a reminder: I want to make myself proud, and most of all my parents proud. I want to buy my dad the BMW he’s always wanted. What happens after that I’m not sure really.
I guess…I guess I want to write a book, learn more words, swear less, Google everything, smile more. I want to save animal’s lives, save the environment, live in England some day, be a regular volunteer for the community. If I can be a good person that gives herself to the world then I’m happy with that. I want to pay more attention in church and in prayer too so you better work on that ha ha. I know how unlikely it is for me to make it into veterinary science, I know it’s good to aim high but it just seems so impossible. That’s ok, cheer up Charlie. Oh and I want to make a movie and post it on Youtube like Smosh ☺. So, er anyway I think that’s about it. Just do your best and don’t screw up too bad that’s all I’m asking. I swear if you’re on msn right now I’m coming over there into the future to whoop your ass! Marianne, don’t forget to think about your friends, maybe be a little more nicer to them.
I also want to work in an aquarium! Just putting some options out there in case you run short of ideas. Study hard, if we lose well it’s not like your ENTER score defines the kind of person you are. It’s a stupid test that measures how well you can do their stupid test. So goodbye, good luck and make the most of what you’ve got now. We’re going place no matter what number we get, I just know it ;)
-Marianne CYC Edge Forest Camp by the flowing river under a shady tree
I got so emotional when I read this. I used to be so much more hopeful (and a bit of a hippy :S) than I am now. I know how corny this sounds but after getting caught up in the competition and work in VCE I kind of forgot the importance of you know, trying to better myself as a human being. So thanks for that past Marianne…I wish she’ll come back. I hope I haven’t lost that part of me.
Dear future Marianne,
First of all if you’re reading this letter it means you haven’t commit suicide or dropped out of school because of a mental breakdown. Good job. I’m hot, sweaty and gross right now and there’s this annoying fly trying to get in my ear…anyway the whole point of this letter that I write to you right now is to remind you why I’m putting myself through this torture called VCE. Knowing myself (as you do) I’ll probably remember most of the stuff I’ve written here anyway just like how I remember what I wrote to myself in my year 7 capsule. I haven’t changed much. My writings the same and I practically look the same. Here’s a reminder: I want to make myself proud, and most of all my parents proud. I want to buy my dad the BMW he’s always wanted. What happens after that I’m not sure really.
I guess…I guess I want to write a book, learn more words, swear less, Google everything, smile more. I want to save animal’s lives, save the environment, live in England some day, be a regular volunteer for the community. If I can be a good person that gives herself to the world then I’m happy with that. I want to pay more attention in church and in prayer too so you better work on that ha ha. I know how unlikely it is for me to make it into veterinary science, I know it’s good to aim high but it just seems so impossible. That’s ok, cheer up Charlie. Oh and I want to make a movie and post it on Youtube like Smosh ☺. So, er anyway I think that’s about it. Just do your best and don’t screw up too bad that’s all I’m asking. I swear if you’re on msn right now I’m coming over there into the future to whoop your ass! Marianne, don’t forget to think about your friends, maybe be a little more nicer to them.
I also want to work in an aquarium! Just putting some options out there in case you run short of ideas. Study hard, if we lose well it’s not like your ENTER score defines the kind of person you are. It’s a stupid test that measures how well you can do their stupid test. So goodbye, good luck and make the most of what you’ve got now. We’re going place no matter what number we get, I just know it ;)
-Marianne CYC Edge Forest Camp by the flowing river under a shady tree
I got so emotional when I read this. I used to be so much more hopeful (and a bit of a hippy :S) than I am now. I know how corny this sounds but after getting caught up in the competition and work in VCE I kind of forgot the importance of you know, trying to better myself as a human being. So thanks for that past Marianne…I wish she’ll come back. I hope I haven’t lost that part of me.
Thursday, October 1, 2009
EeeCeePee Letter
Has everyone gotten their letter they wrote to themselves in ECP? I felt like crying but it was also pretty funny. I think when i have time I'll type it up here. Here's a line "I swear Marianne if you're on msn right now I'm heading over there into the future to whoop your ass." It actually scared me, I remember meaning it at the time. Ok past Marianne, I will delete msn just for you. Please don't kill me.
Friday, September 18, 2009
TAC me
I did my VTAC preferences last night. I saw all these creative writing coarses and I thought 'Come on Marianne you know you want to.' but then the other side of my brain was like 'Dude, c'mon be realistic about it. You're not that great and you're not going to get a career out of it unless you write a novel on vampires. And if the world was going to combust and they had to pick the right people to start a new civilisation in Mars do you think they're going to say 'Hey man we need a mediocre creative writer in case of a fiction book famine...and maybe some doctors and nurses if there's room left in the spaceship.''
I have no idea why my inner voice talks like a frat boy. Anyway it's very exiciting to know that there's something to look forward to after VCE. I really want to get into a career that makes me want to get up every morning and say 'I need to go to work today, they need me.' A career that makes me feel like I matter somewhere you know?
I have no idea why my inner voice talks like a frat boy. Anyway it's very exiciting to know that there's something to look forward to after VCE. I really want to get into a career that makes me want to get up every morning and say 'I need to go to work today, they need me.' A career that makes me feel like I matter somewhere you know?
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Mr Dalton's two favourite students
Anna (musing): I believe that every person has someone out there for them no matter how ugly or retarded they are.
Me: That was beautiful Anna
Me: That was beautiful Anna
Friday, July 3, 2009
A piece from my dusty folder
Ok, this is what used to be a short story but I got lazy and decided to condense it into a pretty bad poem (because I’m lazy like that) for you blog readers to laugh at my crappy poem skills. It’s about this depressed dude who is in a relationship with someone who thinks is helping him heal but doing the opposite.
Bad Influence
-By Marianne Nguyen
I remember the way he looked at me
With those brown, bottomless eyes.
They were empty, hurt and broken.
He thought he was alone
Except when he was with me, when I was there for him
They said it was my fault he died
I’m not denying it
He knew it was wrong
Society prohibited this sort of relationship
Which made it oh the more tempting
He hesitated
He thought of his parents and his friends
But they couldn’t get take away the pain.
Not in the way that I could
The first night he snuck me into his room
His warm tender hands caressed my cold wet body
His soft lips quivered at the touch of mine
He looked at me longingly
With those haunting brown eyes.
And that's when I knew
He was intoxicated under my charm
That poor, stupid boy.
His irked parents were disapproving
They couldn't understand why he needed me
They said they wanted their little boy back
They said I had changed him
But they didn’t do anything about it
He continued to see me, and they all knew it
Because I left my scent, my mark
On his lips.
But they didn’t do anything about it
By that fateful night
He was changed
His eyes still brown and bottomless.
But was now completely under my influence
As we swerved off the brink of the road and off the cliff, plunging to our death
The policeman looks down at me with disgust
The one who ruined his short life
The boy's hands are still holding onto what is left of me
The fatal shards of a killer
The policeman turns away from the damage
To take a moment to collect himself
He finds it difficult when they die so young
‘He’s just a boy,’ he mutters to himself
He can’t get the image of the boy out of his head
His bloody mangled body
Looking up with those dark glassy eyes
Crying for help.
If you guys haven’t figured with my lame clues, the poem is written in the point of view of a beer bottle (well, more than one).
Bad Influence
-By Marianne Nguyen
I remember the way he looked at me
With those brown, bottomless eyes.
They were empty, hurt and broken.
He thought he was alone
Except when he was with me, when I was there for him
They said it was my fault he died
I’m not denying it
He knew it was wrong
Society prohibited this sort of relationship
Which made it oh the more tempting
He hesitated
He thought of his parents and his friends
But they couldn’t get take away the pain.
Not in the way that I could
The first night he snuck me into his room
His warm tender hands caressed my cold wet body
His soft lips quivered at the touch of mine
He looked at me longingly
With those haunting brown eyes.
And that's when I knew
He was intoxicated under my charm
That poor, stupid boy.
His irked parents were disapproving
They couldn't understand why he needed me
They said they wanted their little boy back
They said I had changed him
But they didn’t do anything about it
He continued to see me, and they all knew it
Because I left my scent, my mark
On his lips.
But they didn’t do anything about it
By that fateful night
He was changed
His eyes still brown and bottomless.
But was now completely under my influence
As we swerved off the brink of the road and off the cliff, plunging to our death
The policeman looks down at me with disgust
The one who ruined his short life
The boy's hands are still holding onto what is left of me
The fatal shards of a killer
The policeman turns away from the damage
To take a moment to collect himself
He finds it difficult when they die so young
‘He’s just a boy,’ he mutters to himself
He can’t get the image of the boy out of his head
His bloody mangled body
Looking up with those dark glassy eyes
Crying for help.
If you guys haven’t figured with my lame clues, the poem is written in the point of view of a beer bottle (well, more than one).
Avoiding Math
So I was finishing the last episodes of Gossip Girl last night and I thought
'...hey, this is kind of boring'
*braces self for the incoming flying tomatoes*
I mean, I like the clothes and the eye candy but that's about it. And I'm not being a snob about it because I watch pretty much watch anything tv throws at me but I found myself fast forwarding through most of the storylines. The characters give me no reason to like them and their personalities just got old, predictable and repetitive as the series progressed. Hopefully the next season will bring something new or else I think I'll drop it all together, which I've realised I've never done to a tv series before. I mean, I even held onto the O.C. after Marissa died that's how dedicated I usually am.
Speaking of Gossip Girl, Chace Crawford is going to be playing Ren McCormack in the remake of one of the greatest dancing movies of all time...Footloose! Good thing he is too, because Zac Efron was this close to taking the role D:
*plays Footloose song*
The Big Questions:
1. Can Chase pull off the angry 'dancing in the warehouse' scene without looking like a diva throwing a tantrum?
2. Will they use the same 80's soundtrack?
3. Will Kevin Bacon be in it somehow. I love you, Kevin Bacon!
'...hey, this is kind of boring'
*braces self for the incoming flying tomatoes*
I mean, I like the clothes and the eye candy but that's about it. And I'm not being a snob about it because I watch pretty much watch anything tv throws at me but I found myself fast forwarding through most of the storylines. The characters give me no reason to like them and their personalities just got old, predictable and repetitive as the series progressed. Hopefully the next season will bring something new or else I think I'll drop it all together, which I've realised I've never done to a tv series before. I mean, I even held onto the O.C. after Marissa died that's how dedicated I usually am.
Speaking of Gossip Girl, Chace Crawford is going to be playing Ren McCormack in the remake of one of the greatest dancing movies of all time...Footloose! Good thing he is too, because Zac Efron was this close to taking the role D:
*plays Footloose song*
The Big Questions:
1. Can Chase pull off the angry 'dancing in the warehouse' scene without looking like a diva throwing a tantrum?
2. Will they use the same 80's soundtrack?
3. Will Kevin Bacon be in it somehow. I love you, Kevin Bacon!
Okay, this is really annoying me. I don't know how to get rid of this underline >:(
Be gleeful for Glee:
My Tagline: Like Highschool Musical, only it's not a musical or gay
I was obsessed with this show even before I saw the pilot online which you can view on this website: www.supernovatube.com/human.php?viewkey=b6d9376885f6df818b76
It's got the jocks, the cheerleaders, the token Asian and African American (so the show doesn't get in trouble for lack of diversity lol)...everything a stereotypical tv highschool should have. AND their cover version of Journey's 'Don't Stop Believing' made it to number 4four on the Billboard charts. I think channel 10 is going to air it sometime so keep your eyes open for this little gem ;)
Be gleeful for Glee:
My Tagline: Like Highschool Musical, only it's not a musical or gayI was obsessed with this show even before I saw the pilot online which you can view on this website: www.supernovatube.com/human.php?viewkey=b6d9376885f6df818b76
It's got the jocks, the cheerleaders, the token Asian and African American (so the show doesn't get in trouble for lack of diversity lol)...everything a stereotypical tv highschool should have. AND their cover version of Journey's 'Don't Stop Believing' made it to number 4four on the Billboard charts. I think channel 10 is going to air it sometime so keep your eyes open for this little gem ;)Thursday, July 2, 2009
Kids say the darnest things
Neice: Do you have your period?
My head: ok…so she wants to have a girl-to-girl chat with me, that’s cool. Just answer honestly
Me: Yes.
Neice: What’s it like?
Me: Annoying.
Neice: Do you use a tampon or pad?
Me: Pad.
Neice: Your sister?
Me: Pad.
Neice: Mum?
Me: My mum doesn’t have it anymore
Neice: That’s right you don’t have it when your 50.
Me: It’s called menopause.
Neice: What’s menopazz?
Me: Menopause. When you don’t have your period anymore.
Neice: What’s it like?
Me: I wouldn’t know.
Neice: What was it like for your mum?
Me: She had an operation so that’s why she doesn’t have it anymore. (my mum had this operation because something was wrong with one of her ovaries ages ago)
Neice: But if she doesn’t have it anymore how does she pee?
Me: Because it doesn’t come out the same- you know, just ask your mum about it.
Neice: Have you ever been sexually raped?
Me: ..No.
Neice: What brand is your glasses?
Me: Armani.
-takes them off to show-
Me:See the A and the G?
Neice: I thought it was 69. You know, man and a woman
My head: Hey, it actually does! No Marianne, don't admit it; shake your head disapprovingly at her
-shakes head disapprovingly-
The thing I like about kids is that they say it like it is. We're all thinking it, but they say it. It's kind of refreshing.
My head: ok…so she wants to have a girl-to-girl chat with me, that’s cool. Just answer honestly
Me: Yes.
Neice: What’s it like?
Me: Annoying.
Neice: Do you use a tampon or pad?
Me: Pad.
Neice: Your sister?
Me: Pad.
Neice: Mum?
Me: My mum doesn’t have it anymore
Neice: That’s right you don’t have it when your 50.
Me: It’s called menopause.
Neice: What’s menopazz?
Me: Menopause. When you don’t have your period anymore.
Neice: What’s it like?
Me: I wouldn’t know.
Neice: What was it like for your mum?
Me: She had an operation so that’s why she doesn’t have it anymore. (my mum had this operation because something was wrong with one of her ovaries ages ago)
Neice: But if she doesn’t have it anymore how does she pee?
Me: Because it doesn’t come out the same- you know, just ask your mum about it.
Neice: Have you ever been sexually raped?
Me: ..No.
Neice: What brand is your glasses?
Me: Armani.
-takes them off to show-
Me:See the A and the G?
Neice: I thought it was 69. You know, man and a woman
My head: Hey, it actually does! No Marianne, don't admit it; shake your head disapprovingly at her
-shakes head disapprovingly-
The thing I like about kids is that they say it like it is. We're all thinking it, but they say it. It's kind of refreshing.
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
My first blog: history has been made
Hi, Marianne. That's me.
Everyone's moving over here so I thought eh, why not?
I love to read and write. If the salary was guaranteed to be good I'd take a crack at being an author.
But alas, it is not so what I do is write stuff in my laptop and never look back at them D:
Maybe I'll post some up here so that they don't go to waste rotting in my folder.
Okay I'm going to settle in and unpack my bloggables. Looking forward to reading and commenting your blogs at your um, blogspots.
Blog ya laters
Everyone's moving over here so I thought eh, why not?
I love to read and write. If the salary was guaranteed to be good I'd take a crack at being an author.
But alas, it is not so what I do is write stuff in my laptop and never look back at them D:
Maybe I'll post some up here so that they don't go to waste rotting in my folder.
Okay I'm going to settle in and unpack my bloggables. Looking forward to reading and commenting your blogs at your um, blogspots.
Blog ya laters
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