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Friday, January 30 - (c) 2003. Maureen Bros. I am bored with the title of this blog... it was simple when i started it... made it easy to do and understand and all that... but... now... Wilsonz Blog is just seeming a little bit boring... anyway... I am going to try and think up other names and then i'll let u guys choose which one u like... yes? no?: Crumble Road (could also be Crumble Drive, Place, Street, Corner, etc etc etc) : Downsized (don't ask me... i'm just a girl) : Frying Pan (as in out of the frying pan into the oven or whatever it is) : Lost without you : Paper Heart (as in... please don't play with me, my paper heart will bleed) : I am not a dreamer (could also be writer, singer, lover, comfort toy etc etc etc) : Fell over : Toeable (only some ppl will really get that one... hehehehe *cough* Manasi *cough*) : Tequila : Red head : Smell no evil : Recal important dates off the top of your head : Chronological : Forward Thinking Guru : Microphone I am totally smitten but at the same time no even close to being smitten... it doesn't make sense, i know... but it does in my head... and thats all that matters... hehehe... It's like... um... i'm smitten... but... it's like i'm not at the same time... way tooooo complicated... when i could just say that i'm smitten and uncomplicate things but when things are complicated you have an excuse to do nothing about the being smitten part of it... I think i have a complex... or four... I was watching Peanuts on tv today for some stupid reason... i hate comics... and anyway it was about Valentines day... and cards and stuff... hehehehehehe... I have never sent or received a valentine... i am a lonely soul who knows no feelings... hehehe... i was thinking of givin them out this yr tho... writing random ones and dropping them into lockers... hehehehehehe... twould be funny... It's all good... all da time... I'm sitting in a cupboard Why am i sitting in a cupboard you ask? Because it is my cupboard. I'm comfortable in my cupboard. And it is locked. So no one can get in from outside. So i'm safe in my cupboard. I fell down today. Grazed my knees. They're all red and bloody. It's disgusting. But i'm ignoring the pain. Because pain is weakness. And I am not weak. I'm going back to my cupboard. I have a crush on a guitar player. He's cute and nice. I wave to him and he waves back. I smile at him. He smiles back. But it's not gonna happen. Because I'm not gonna let it. I'm going back to my cupboard. (c) 2003. Maureen Bros. I just found this on my computer. I wrote it ages and ages and ages ago... I call it... Pie High in the sky lived a boy and a pie. The pie spoke to the boy one night, was that right? No the boy spoke to the pie. The pie did not answer it hadn't a chance. Coz suddenly the boy dropped his pants. And started humping the pie. The pie was my friend b4 it saw the end. Before it became little crumbs again. I miss my friend the pie. I seriously refuse to mourn my loss. Instead i decided to spread the goss. That a boy humped my pie. (c) 2003. Maureen Bros. Like? Hehehehehe... I think it's really funny... hehehehe... i am such a poem person... lol... luv 'em This is my famous... Da Dong Bong Song I met a donkey When I was walking along I met a donkey Who was smoking a bong He was sitting on a mushroom He looked into the sky He said it was like Warm apple pie I asked the donkey what did it mean? I asked the donkey did It mean what it seemed? He said he didn't know He put down his pen He said he would sing it From the beginning again I met a donkey When I was walking alone I met a donkey Who was smoking a bong He was sitting on a mushroom He looked into the sky He said it was like Warm apple pie And then the donkey Started to cough And then the donkey Barfed in a trough I looked at the donkey He looked back at me I screamed, ran away And climbed up a tree But then the donkey, chased after me. (c) 2003. Maureen Bros. There is a whole tune and everybody knows it... I love it... wrote it sometime at school... hehehehe... should really sing it more often... but i wont... because i am shy As you can see i'm going through random documents on my computer... this is a poem i wrote about helani... hehehehehe... it's much less known than da dong bong song but i think it's pretty good anyway... Helani Helani why me ooh helani You latched onto my arm one day You wouldn't leave you had to stay Helani helani I need my arm ooh helani Helani Helani let me go ooh Helani It's been many weeks since when you came Since the first day I've known your name Helani helani let me go ooh helani Helani helani I'll shake you off ooh helani I shook my arm and off you flew You hit your head, so please don't sue Helani helani I shook you off ooh Helani Helani Helani my arm is free ooh helani My arm is free but it is quite cold I can't remember how it used to fold Helani Helani come back on my arm ooh helani. (c) 2003. Maureen Bros. This is a document called The Monster under the bed... I duno when I wrote it... but it's short..., sorta scrawny... but leaves room for more... "The monster under the bed slowly crept through the room. Emma drew the covers up over her head. It happened every night, the monster came out from under her bed and sat in her chair. That's all he ever did, he sat on her chair and watched her until she fell asleep." (c) 2003. Maureen Bros. Our group story... well... I wanted to write a kiss scene for Murry and Mr Frodo but it didn't really fit in... so i wrote it anyway and now i'm keeping it and posting it here... hehehehe... Murry's gonna kill me but I don't care... I wrote it... so she should not be embarassed because she did nothing that is written here... I like to call it... Kath's Bitty Frodo quietly stalked into the bedroom, letting his eyes sweep around the scene. Mariel was lying peacefully on a large white bed. Elrond had said that her wounds weren't bad and would heal in a matter of hours, and all she needed was some rest. Frodo peered down at her beautiful, innocent face. How he was attracted to her so quickly astounded him. "She is so beautiful" he thought. Mariel's cheeks were slightly pink, bringing out her crimson lips, and her brown hair was the same shade as her eyes he knew were under her closed eyelids. "Those eyes" Frodo thought "I could get lost in those eyes and never see the light of day again, but I wouldn't mind, because they were her eyes" Frodo sat down at Mariel's bedside, looking at her eyelide forlornly. "How I wish I could gaze on those eyes right now" Frodo whispered to noone in particular. As if she could hear him Mariel started to stir, her eyelids slowly slid open and the first thing she saw was Frodo gazing at her. Not saying a word, but thinking many Mariel and Frodo stared into each other's eyes, not blinking. "He's different from in the books" Mariel thought "I love him even more in real life. Love?" Mariel asked herself "did I just say love?" Mariel blinked and lost eye contact for a moment. Frodo saw this and took it as rejection. "Sorry if i woke you, I was just checking you were alright. And you are, so..." he stammered "...so I better go" he stammered, making his way towards the doorway "Don't go" Mariel called after him, but it was too late, he couldn't hear her. "I can't let him get away, I need to talk to him" Mariel chose to listen to her heart rather than her You don't have a hope in hell, baby Mariel ran to her closet and quickly adorned the nearest dress, jumping into some slippers she ran down the corridoor. Frodo sat down on a rock by the lake. Although he barely knew Mariel he felt he could understand her. He picked up a smooth rock from the ground and skimmed it across the water. "I love her" he thought to himself "I've never met anyone like her before and I love her, but she doesn't love me, who would? I have nothing to offer" Frodo turned quickly towards the sound of footsteps on the path. It was Mariel. She walked over and sat down next to him. "I've been looking for you everywhere" Mariel started "I wanted to give you something" "What?" Frodo asked, his face brightening at the thought of her looking for him, maybe she did care. 'This is it girl, you back away now, you lose everything. Get some guts girl, just do it' Mariel thought to herself. Slowly leaned in towards the boy of her dreams, literally. She noticed Frodo leaning in too. Their lips slowly met halfway. Mariel smiled at herself for taking the initiative. She felt frodo's hands on her face and slowly slid hers around his back. Katharine and Legolas were walking around Rivendell. Katharine was admiring the beautiful scenery when Legolas took her hand. The walked down a shadowy path until they heard something. Legolas quickly pulled Katharine behind a thick bush and took out his bow "There shouldn't be any Orcs in Rivendell but you can never be to careful" he whispered. Katharine nodded but peeked out through the bush towards the sounds. She almost fell down with shock. Mariel was kissing Frodo. Katharine covered her mouth to stop her from cracking up laughing. Legolas moved into a better position and looked through the bushes himself. Katharine saw his eyes widen with amazement. The shared a bermused look and at the same time both cracked up laughing. Frodo and Mariel were sucking face when they heard laughing coming from their right. They broke apart and looked towards the bushes, just as Katharine and Legolas rolled down the hill in fits of contagous giggles. Mariel immediately blushed 12 shades of purple and Frodo almost the same. "Hi Mariel" Katharine giggled "Hi Frodo" Legolas laughed Frodo gave Legolas a death stare, although they were good friends they could fight like there was no tomorrow. "Having fun?" Kath asked the pair "Yeah, enjoying each other's... um... company?" Legolas joined in Kath and Legolas cracked up laughing before Mariel and Frodo had a chance to reply. "Come on. Lets go" Kath grabbed Legolas' wrist and pulled him back up the hill towards the path. "Everyone gotta know about this!" (c) 2003. Maureen Bros. "Mariel can do better" ~ Mitchell referring to Mariel/Frodo pairing. NB: I would never crack up at one of my friends sucking face... i would probably cringe and turn away actually... hehehehe... but I think this is funny... and I know Mariel's inner voice would probably not even think something like kissing frodo let alone convince her to do so... but i have taken a few creative licences... and made the story more interesting... hehehehehe... Next thing i found on my computer... this is the Geo/Math song... I wrote it in yr 9 in Grography class when we were having a study period for our maths exam which was next... It's not exactly our normal class coz people were everywhere... and I left myself out because i'm special! Elaine is Working Learning her Math Helani is singing "I want a bath" Murry is sighing lookin at me weird Rosie is sitting growing a beard Monica is writing Pen in her hand Janet has water an unfamous brand Malini is working My god its a first Alexa is worried She fears for the worst Rachael is frowning she thinks its a bore Anna is sitting And learning to snore Lee Ann is scratching her ear very hard Ahrani is cursing she snapped the wrong card Yoko is banging her head on the desk Aparently Summi is being a pest Rebecca's not sure what the answer should be Eileen is writing on a deceased tree Rumanna is leaning against her arm Vanessa is thinking about drought on a farm Joey is reading and turning the page Lydia is calculating somebody's age Lucy is thinking I can see her brain tick Madeleine is chewing a bubblegum stick Lissa is swinging on her blue chair Satu is playing with her brown hair Jade is with Debbie sitting side by side Mr Teacher is reading To his rules we abide This is our class Our class for today And you know i would have it No other way. (c) 2003. Maureen Bros. NB: Most of these people were actually doing what I wrote they were... nessa wasn't thinking bout farms though... but it still worked... We sang the song in front of the class after the exams, next Geo lesson... but it sorta sucked because another group happened to have a song too and theirs was way better... bastards... anyway... This old poem, which kath (the other one, not me) happens to love pretty much sums up what i would like to say now... I spent a whole day rhyming checking the words and timing I've finished now I'll take my bow And I'll go back to miming. (c) 2003. Maureen Bros. Am I a bad girl? I've been skipping meals the past two days... On Thurs i didn't have breakfast... and I didn't eat anything at school at all... and we had Lasagne for dinner at about 6:30 or mayb a bit later... I had some salad with it... and a drink... thats all... Then today... I didn't have breakfast either... or eat anything at school... but mother gave me a banana and a bun thing for afternoon tea and I ate them without question... but it was annoying coz I wasn't hungry for dinner then... but I ate left over Lasagne for dinner at about 7 or mayb a bit earlier... i'm not sure whether my stomach it hungry or not at the moment... I think i might go eat an ice cream... i know, it's not the best thing to be eating especially coz I haven't been eating much... but I am craving chocolate... damn stress... crumble | 7:18 pm
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DOB: 8th of October COUNTRY: Australia & Kangaroos
FAMILY: Mum, Dad, Mitchie, Claudia PETS: Tom the Sexy Beast FEELING:   
likes... buffy the vampire slayer, greys anatomy, glass house, kumars at #42, spicks and specks, west wing, angel, gilmore girls, dark angel, firefly, stargate, lord of the rings, star wars, the simpsons, crossing jordan, tru calling, ally mcbeal, bradley whitford, dominic monaghan, david wenham, rupert grint, james masters, anthony stewart head, elvis, hilary duff, evanescence, good charlotte, the whitlams, machine gun fellatio (the band), my baby tom, writing, singing in the shower, playing pool, netball, basketball, exams, tidying, chinese food (lemon chicken, sizzling steak, chicken and sweet corn soup, san choi bow, spring rolls, prawn chips), my old friends, my new friends, my other friends, my box, my papyrus, my faerie picture, mount caules story. 
 dislikes... bugs, honey, insects that she thinks are poisonous (all of them!), marmalade, studying, not knowing things, not being able to splel, the english curriculum, vacuuming, the beach, being on stage and not knowing what to do, shopping, gross things, vegemite, olives, dark chocolate, flower smells, the hsc, beetroot, my boobs, pickles, people picking their noses, half-eaten food, playing drama games all lesson and not doing any work, my father nagging me to study when I am indeed studying, my father nagging me to study when I am indeed doing something other than studying, losing money, being fat, when the tv times change and you don't know, mornings, being lonely. |
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