The roses won... YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS.
The roses rock. Wilkinson is my favourite person of the moment.
The roses bring home the cup. yay yay yay yay.
I'm so happy i'm not coherent.
English roses are so nice.

rugby world cup 2003.. england vs australia.
see ya 2007.

yay, england won. yay.

oh no, wallabies look so sad. but o well... too bad johnny wilkinson is english.

meifen _ spoke at 10:48 PM

peaches and maple syrup. have you tried it? what bout mudcake and ketchup? a heavenly secret. don't blame me for not sharing life's little luxuries with you now..

criminology is over but my mind has just begun to process it. all the wonderful theories swirling about in my head. wad a glorious feeling. i am therefore, knowledge-able. yes, self-proclaimation comes very easily to me. maybe i skipped the stages of humility in life.

today, i'm gonna accomplish a task procrastinated for so long. cleaning. A-HA.. don't roll your eyeballs.. i will see to it.. even if it's not all, it will be half done.

i still wanna play netball.
i still wanna go wakeboarding.
i need time.

i feel like there's nothing to blog no more.

meifen _ spoke at 11:30 AM

i miss netball. i really miss netball. i friggin miss netball. i miss the netballers. i miss pat and yee leen. i'll give anything to go back and play for the zonal competitions now. of course, with the buncha fairfield 2001 netballers. you know who you are.

brain fart. brain fart. brain fart. brain fart.

i'll blog after crim paper. right now, i just feel melancholic. i miss netball. really.

i would type *whimper* to let you know how i sound, but that would just be lame. dun you just hate it when ppl do that?

meifen _ spoke at 10:14 PM

women are crazy lifeforms.
put women together and you get gossip.
put australian women tog and you get very loud gossip.
put tipsy australian women tog and you get shrill laughter, incoherent speeches, loud noises and the inability to walk straight.
put drunk australian women at the flemington races tog and you dun wanna know what you get anymore. it is an ugly sight, it's funny.
but give them some credit, they still manage to do everything they do in 10 cm stilettos for 10 hours straight. respect.

sometimes, it's better being left alone. when the background music sings a lullaby and the world fades to a darker blue, it's a bitch to be interupted for selfish purposes. when the dark side beckons and dream friends await my arrival, don't wake me up to the stabbing cold and sing me songs i don't already know. when the attention span is wearing out and focusing is so dearly treasured, don't take away my strength with your silly love songs.

groupthink is a powerful thing. it's the mother of all ism- racism, nazism, feminism, communism... so i better stop now. frankly speaking, i really do like you. but your flaws are too much sometimes. i understand that they are what constitute you. a package that comes with pros and cons. but then, i have the right to say i dun like things i don't. you really do make such a good friend but i guess it's the wrong time now. come back on the 20th, you will be more than welcome.

'you hurt me again and again, again and again, till i feel no pain. is that why you did it in the first place? to save me from future pains? or are you just sick as can be? i don't have the answer, maybe i never will. for tonight is my last night in the house with you. i'm gonna find a new friend.' i turned and smashed the girl in the mirror.


meifen _ spoke at 11:09 AM