Difference between a duck?

And finally! I enjoy some security. I asked Paul if he was Zin. He flashed his eyebrows at me- what could be interpretted as a sign of aggression, if you were a hamadrayas babboon. He asked me why I took my space down. If Mrs Savvy-Walsh wasn’t in the classroom, and there was enough room to manouver, I would have punched him in the face. At least, I like to talk myself into believing I could. All the same. He crossed a line. He violated not only my Domain, but Willow’s, and he will pay for this, by my hand or some other god’s.
Now, in other news, I got a lift home from Mr Redden! He lives a suburb away, and when I enquired at the English office if Mr Watson was available, Mr R. randomly offered me (quite out of the blue) if I’d like a lift. Of course I accepted!  I learned a lot of things from dear old Timmy Redden, this afternoon.
There was one word for the English teacher’s car. Aussie. It reeked with an Australian aura that I felt welcomed into. By that I mean it was squalid. McDonalds bag on the floor, paper scattered everywhere, toys, fluff, dust infiiltrated everything. The cup-holder was broken, but he used it anyway, and the CD player was crooked, but loyal. It was a comforting degree of filth. I suddenly realised, "Hey, aussie blokes don’t care." It was considered acceptable to be lazy and, well, messy. I laughed to myself when I realised it.
Mr Redden pointed out all the tough guys talking to their mothers in the cars around us. It was a hobby of his to see the different side of people when they weren’t making useless death threats. I saw an interesting side of Mr Redden too.
"Fucking trucks. What are they doing in the right line?" I blinked. Did I just hear that right? I also noted the rhyming and almost hypnotic rhythm.
"Don’t you dare," he admonished, as a driver pulled into the lane just in front of him. It was a close call.
"Look behind me! No one there!" he continued to rave. I laughed. Why was he so impatient?
"Oh you bastard fuck. It’s orange! Go!" he swore at the car in front of him, who stopped at the traffic light. He explained to me that safe driving is not trying to drive safely, but to drive as if everyone is going to do the most stupid thing they can. And he’s not been proven wrong since.
He came from the country- no real traffic like the city. He has a nice singing voice. Two year old daughter named Betty, who has amazing English. Musical wife. Plays the guitar. Loves John Butler. He’s pretty much the role father, in my eyes, both practical and real in an Australian fashion. He’s not too perfect so he remains human, but he cares and has a word or two to put in about life and existence. He makes a good example, curious as he is. I love Mr Redden.
PS: Lateef Crowder. New Champion of the World.

Closing Note

My Economics Class:
Aaron Jenkins
Simon Brown
Stephen Dale
Matt Beor
Michael Gileno
Elliot Stephanonni
Louise Fasollo (sp?)
Costa Illich
Jason Leung
Vincenzo Nicci
Myles Pover
Stef Feurina
Daniel Randazzo
Christian Ostle
Paul Raymondo
Seb Collabro
Brendan Morphett
Binuk Kadituwakku
Sam Metcalf
Why do I have a list of students in my econs class, you wonder? Because I made it while I was collecting money for Mr Cicchini’s (former teacher, left at the end of the first term) leaving present. About 7 people gave me any money, but eh.
Anyways, of the aforementioned, Paul Raymondo is my best bet. He likes to hump me. That’s assuming that whoever it is is actually from my class. Either way, I’m now privatising my space, because I end up wasting time making stupid entries like these. I’ll investigate whatever I can at school, and I apologise grievously for anyone and everyone who is excluded, just because they can’t access hotmail for some reason. For this I beg your apology.

Mr Zin:

Lol, this guy cracks me up. I have no idea who he is.

Okay. I’ve tried Troy Torian (blatantly obvious choice). Not him.
Matt Troppy wasn’t at school today. Not him.
Joel Tavner – saw him in a classroom, asked if it was him. It wasn’t.
Curtis Taylor – not him.

And by "not him", I mean "He denied knowing what I was on about."
Well, that leaves Troy and Curtis. Troy is black, not being racist or pejorative, and I guess that’s sort of implying a "gansta". Well, I guess I’m off the hook for the meanwhile, eh Mr Zin? I asked if it was you, you said no, that means you can’t have your friends gang up on me, and we have to fight one on one if we ever do.

I’m being arrogant to say this, but why don’t you just stop messing around and tell me who you are?

Sound like me?

I think it’s reasonably accurate. 126 questions to whiz through, though. I apologise for the font colour, but it’s not that hard to highlight the table is it?


Extraversion |||||||||||||| 60%
Stability |||||||||||| 43%
Orderliness |||||||||||||||| 70%
Accommodation |||||||||||||||||| 76%
Interdependence |||||||||| 36%
Intellectual |||||||||||| 50%
Mystical |||||||||||||||| 70%
Artistic |||||||||||||| 56%
Religious |||||||||||||||||| 76%
Hedonism |||| 16%
Materialism |||||||||||| 43%
Narcissism |||||||||||| 43%
Adventurousness |||||||||||||||| 63%
Work ethic |||||||||| 36%
Self absorbed |||||||||||| 43%
Conflict seeking |||||||||||||||| 70%
Need to dominate |||||| 23%
Romantic |||||||||||||||||| 76%
Avoidant |||||| 23%
Anti-authority |||||||||||| 43%
Wealth |||||||||||||| 56%
Dependency |||||||||||||||| 70%
Change averse |||||||||||||| 56%
Cautiousness |||||||||||||||||| 76%
Individuality |||||||||||||||| 63%
Sexuality |||||||||||||| 56%
Peter pan complex |||||||||||| 43%
Physical security |||||||||||||||| 70%
Physical fitness |||||||||||||| 57%
Histrionic |||||||||||| 50%
Paranoia |||||||||||||||| 63%
Vanity |||||||||||||||| 63%
Hypersensitivity |||||||||||||||||||| 90%
Female cliche |||||||||||||||| 63%

Stability results were moderately low which suggests you are worrying, insecure, emotional, and anxious.

results were high which suggests you are overly organized, reliable,
neat, and hard working at the expense too often of flexibility,
efficiency, spontaneity, and fun.

results were moderately high which suggests you are, at times, overly
talkative, outgoing, sociable and interacting at the expense of
developing your own individual interests and internally based identity.

Trait snapshot:

clean, self revealing, open, organized, outgoing,
social, enjoys leadership and managing others, dominant, makes friends
easily, does not like to be alone, assertive, hard working, finisher,
optimistic, positive, likes to stand out, likes large parties, respects
authority, practical, high self esteem, perfectionist, dislikes chaos,
busy, not familiar with the dark side of life, controlling, high self
control, traditional, tough, likes to fit in, conforming, brutally
honest, takes precautions

[Insert title here]

I had the idea for this weeks ago, but I only just uncovered it as I was sifting through a pile of scrap paper. I wrote it instantly, in ten minutes or so, and showed it to my brother- a rare occassion, and he said it was standard. Do you think so?



He opened his eyes with just the slightest regret at having being woken so early, then fumbled around to switch off his alarm clock. Having done so, he closed his eyes and pulled the covers back over himself as he snuggled back into the warmth and went back to sleep.


She woke up shivering, violently, as if with ague. The night was showing no mercy again, and with trembling hands, she pulled a rag around herself and closed her eyes, praying sleep would come again soon.

Intruders be warned!

This entry is to the idiots at school who have found it suddenly popular to besmirch MSN spaces and pry, unwonted and unwanted, into the lives of the peer. By this, I mean (for those of you less adept at English), those idiots at school who think it’s cool to diss me about the content of my weblog. You’re not cool. If what I post amuses you, fine, that doesn’t bother me. But don’t knock me for it. Idiots.


Dear ignorant scum of the Earth,

You don’t gain anything by befouling my domain. This is my webspace. This is where I write things. About my day, about my thoughts, about my dreams, woes and whims. Get over yourselves.

And for the record, don’t let me hear you uttering the name Xin in my presence. As Troy learned today, it’s a touchy issue for me if I don’t consider you worthy (yes, worthy) of calling me that. If you’re still out there reading, by all means, continue. Just don’t bring it up while we’re at school, okay fellas? I’m getting closer to evaporation point.

How the hell did you all get my email address anyway? I’ll be investigating this further.


PS: Are you so cowardly as to comment without identity? Be damned! Spineless briggands.