Zimbabwe Cartoons

After having gone through some of the Madam and Eve cartoons a few days before, my severe interest in South African politics came right back. And I found some really great ones on Zimbabwe which I can't help but laugh about. Especially the one on Robert Mugabe. I don't like Robert Mugabe. But making fun of him through these comics is just wayyy too entertaining!
Have a read and laugh. I hope they entertain you as much as they have entertained me. :) I really do miss South African comics and comedians. (Leon Schuster!)






Mishy <3

South African Elections 2oo9

So South Africa had their elections on Wednesday, the 22nd of April.

It sounds pretty random, but it had some special significance for me since many of my own friends voted in that election. Hoping for change. Thinking they could make a difference.

Another reason why it held such significance for me is the fact that Jacob Zuma would be running for president under the ANC party. And...you guessed right. I don't like Jacob Zuma. In fact, I detest the man.

It's a very long story. But living there for two years has given me enough reason to dislike the man forever more, and to be severely horrified at the thought that this man could be running the one country I've been able to call home.

As far as I can tell, the election results aren't out yet. I am however almost certain that Jacob Zuma will win this election. How much by is a different matter. Since the ANC would need two thirds of the vote in order to change the constitution. I do not want Jacob Zuma to achieve that two thirds. I don't even want him to achieve half the vote! But I guess South Africa must speak for itself.

*UPDATE*

Zuma won the elections.

-_-"

As I probably should have known would happen. But on the plus side - he didn't win the two thirds majority. And I sincerely hope this spells out future trouble for the ANC.
Or at least warns the ANC to buck up and spend tax payers money on helping the poor. Unlike past attempts to change the names of the roads and the airport. I mean, what was wrong with Johannesburg International Airport? Why O.R. Tambo Airport? And nobody calls Pretoria, 'Tshwane', it's still Pretoria to us!
Funnily enough, when I read the news report in The Star (Malaysian version) people were arguing about which one of his two wives would end up being known as the First Lady.

Could we get anymore ridiculous??

Mishy <3

McDonalds - Just a Franchise?

Being a TCK does come with it's perks, no matter how emo I can get about my situation.
One of the never ending perks, are the comparisons between everything and anything.

Take McDonalds. It's virtually impossible to go anywhere without glancing at those huge double yellow arches.

What's on the menu, however, can reveal the very essence of the country that allowed McDonalds to reach its shores.

Anyone with a TV in their house will probably be all too familiar with the programme 'Super Size Me' where a guy had the all fattening diet of McDonalds burgers in Super Size for a month in North America. The rest of the world can only gape in awe at the size of the burgers, and wonder why famine and world hunger is such a huge problem.

In the Philippines, McDonalds is more commonly known as McDo [pronounced Mac-dOH], although Jubilee tends to be more popular than this hugely international franchise. I can barely remember what was served in the Filipino franchise, but I think they had some kind of mango pudding which makes the mouth of every filo water. Or maybe I'm thinking about Jubilee again.

In Malaysia, all burgers have no pork in them, and regularly advertises their Prosperity Burgers every Chinese New Year. The properity of these burgers is, however questionable, and it is suspected that the managers of the Malaysian branch of McDonalds are in fact the ones becoming more prosperous. McDonalds is more popularly known as 'McDs', and widely attracts customers because of their ice-creams, not their burgers. They have also been known to sell 'Bubur Ayam' which is basically chicken congee. They don't taste very nice.

Indonesia presumably has a similar menu to Malaysia, and I can't imagine how different the menu might be. Unless Indonesia decides to take chicken and burgers to new heights to do a rendang sapi burger.

Hong Kong also features Chicken Congee on the menu, although as I have never tried it, I cannot comment on the tastefulness of the dish. News has also reached me, saying that Hong Kong also serves dim sum in their McDonald chains. Instant dim dum? Fast food dim sum? Char siew, siew mai, ha kau, egg tarts...instant style? In Hong Kong? When you could walk across the road and get better stuff, probably for cheaper? This is just really strange...

In Australia, McDonalads in known as 'Mackkers', or something similar to those lines. It features a cafe within its outlets, known as McCafe, allowing consumers to believe that it is in fact a classy restaurant, and not some 'fast food chain'. Burger boxes all insist that the beef used is 'purely Australian beef' and never fail to be proud of that fact. Moo.

South Africa's McDonalds remains on a low key, and only occasionally resurfaces to face up to the likes of Wimpy's, but quickly backs down again after a while. They are able to maintain their success in South Africa purely by the knowledge that if every other McDonalds in the world can survive, then so can they. [Well, I guess South Africans can be partial to a McDs burger sometimes] The smoothies and milkshakes featured on the menu of this quiet franchise however, are to be highly commended. In other words - I can't get enough of their berry shakes!

In Canada, the menu appears to be strikingly similar to North America, and I quote Chris, who recently messaged me with a: 'They have PORK in McDs...and BACON!'. Let it be known that possibly every McDonalds in the world has bacon in their burgers, save Muslim countries such as Malaysia [where Chris and I lived for a while] and so on and so forth.

And just for the record - YES burgers do taste better when there's bacon in them. :P

I love doing little comparisons like these, especially when McDonalds is the giant of all fast food chains. I mean, there's not much comparison to be done with KFC [Malaysia may indeed be the only one crazy enough to do KFC hainanese chicken rice]. The 'Burger King' corporation might have quite a few differences, but what with all the different names in each country, it'd be difficult to talk about. Just a tad too many differences.

But if anyone has any interesting stories about their encounters with the many different McDonald restaurants all over the world...gimme a shout. I'd love to hear about your experiences. =)

Mishy <3

New Year's Resolutions - 2oo9

I don't usually do this. In fact, I sometimes forget it's new years. I live for the fireworks, and to me that's all that matters during this time.
So you can imagine why people are calling me weird when I don't want to attend some New Year's Eve Party and do a countdown. Bo-ring. I like looking at fireworks, they're enough for me.

But back to the actual point: New Year's Reslutions!

In 2oo9, I will...

1. Go to the university of my choice. [Melbourne, Melbourne, MELBOURNE!]

2. Take up dancing [preferably latin]

3. Join choir again.

4. Put in a HUGE effort to keep in touch with people. [which I always do, but no time like the present to put in more?]

5. Get my Ls, learn to drive and get my P1s and hopefully P2s by the end of the year.

6. Buy a car. A nice car. One that hopefully needs no work done to it.

7. Finally learn a new language and learn it well. [unlike my failed attempts at malay and mandarin]

8. Save up for a new phone and camera.

9. Save up for a trip overseas. [Japan? :P]

10. Stop spending so much. [kinda kills all the other spending resolutions don't it?]

11. Learn to cook more than my usual fare.

Some of the unusual New Year greetings I came across over the years deserve to be shared.

Wishing everyone a South African New Year:
May good luck stalk you and hapiness attack you wherever you go.

May your miseries be hijacked and worries be pickpocketed. Eish!

Another cute one I came across was-

My wish for you in 2oo9:
May peace break into your home and may thieves come to steal your debts.

May the pockets of your jeans become a magnet for $100 bills.

May love stick to your face like Vaseline and may laughter assault your lips!

May happiness slap you across the face and may your tears be that of joy.

May all worries by drown in the pool of laugher and joy!

Happy New Year everyone, and may it bring peace and happiness...however it comes to you!

Mishy <3

Murder Me

Seriously. Go ahead. Right now.

I have no idea whether to be happy or not.

I got my mock exam marks back, in case no one can tell. =(

Well, I guess I'll start off with the good news, since, well, it deserves to get out. :P
I got 82% for my history and my maths!! :DD Never been happier for these two. Especially my history. I didn't think I would understand what was happening, and true enough, for a few sources I didn't. But I made it through, and I'm glad. And now I have to make sure I do the same for the finals. =(

For the others, I got in the 60% range. 60% for Human Biology. 61% for Political and Legal Studies. 63% for Chemistry. 68% for Literature.
How much more crap could this get, I was banking on Lit and Human Bio to be at least 70%! I always knew Chemistry would end up somewhere in the 60% range, although I was sort of hoping for above a 65%, seeing as I had somehow managed to convince myself that the paper was relatively easy. [Conto later told us it was actually edging on the hard side]
Still, I think Human Bio was a weird paper, and the top mark was 72%. =/ A scary thought, but at least the whole paper will get moderated up and I'll hopefully reach in with a 70-something% in that paper.
I sent my Lit paper in for remarking because I did a practice essay with the same question I did in the exam, and somehow managed to lose a full 5 marks from between the practice paper and the real thing. =/ Wonderous miracles indeed, but if all works out well, then I will have achieved at least two 80%s, two 70%s and two 60%s. Hmm, 4 A's and 2 C's. In Australia anyway. In South Africa and Malaysia, it would have been 2A's, 2B's, and 2C's.

Much as those marks look really good...it's still not good enough. Or at least not as good as I was hoping for. =/

Dear God, give me the strength to drag those marks up by the ear in the TEE. Amen.

Mishy <3

Where Are You From?

A confusing question.
Where AM I from?

This is not a case of me suffering from amnesia, or any form of memory loss. No, this is an identity issue.

When asked the question, most people would respond with their nationality.
Where are you from?
I'm from England. I'm from America. I'm from India. I'm from Canada. I'm from Cambodia.

How simple.

And me?
I'm from...
But wait. What DO I say?
I could say I'm Malaysian. But am I? Am I really? I haven't been able to speak mandarin, or cantonese or even malay since the day I was born. Some increasingly broken bits of the dialect, yes, but never fluently, and never enough to carry off a conversation. I can't speak the language, I have a different mentality, I've even started to look different...the locals would reject me for even trying to fit back in.
Could I say I am South African? I have lived there. I have been accepted by people there. I have managed to convince myself that that place was home. But hang a sec...I'm not African. I'm Chinese. Yes, I respect Nelson Mandela, but there's no way I could be African if I can't identify with all the history of the people living there, could I?
I lived in the Philippines for two years, and I liked it...but I suppose that's not enough time to claim citizenship either.
Indonesia? You gotta be kidding me, I literally got chased out when I was 7. Even though I have lived there for 7 years. That's the longest time I've ever stayed put in a place, even though I can barely remember some of it. I wonder what it must've been like back then.
How about Australian? The ocker Aussie, living out in the wild? No, not really. I can't identity with the place. Open and acepted racism? Lack of shopping malls? Yeah, I'm not gonna be able to deal with this.

So really...what am I?
By my passport, I'm Malaysian.
Culturally, I am very Malaysian.
But mentally, could I be considered South African? The one place where I've managed to fully integrate?
Physically, am I Australian, seeing as this is where I am?
I lived in Indonesia the longest...seven years...is this where I'm from?

Perhaps my passport is just a badge. Something to force on me so no one else get confused. Personally, I'm confused as well. What am I? Where am I from?

The question remains unanswered. But perhaps you can tell me where I'm from.

Mishy <3

Beijing Olympics '08

This one is being held in China this year. And I must say, I think the Olympic committee made a brilliant decision, deciding to host it in China this year. That, or they were bribed rather well by the Chinese.

08/08/08. Beginning at 08:08pm.
It's really interesting how they've managed to get it on what would seem to be China's luckiest day of all.

Watching the Olympics, I incredibly impressed with the idea of the scroll, and the meaning behind it. The body calligraphy amazed me [because I had no idea how the guy knew where to put down the brush] and the lighting of the cauldron [after all the useless running around] was definitely a highlight. I was also rather impressed with the drums at the beginning, although I didn't actually like the way they gradually started looking more and more like a kaleidoscope than a drumming performance. I looked forward to a dragon/lion dance and, okay, I was pretty disappointed that none came. I can honestly say that it is the highlight of my Chinese New Year, and not having it at the Olympics made me sulk a bit.
People say that China is all for precision. Nothing must be out of place. Everything must be perfect.
But in a sense, I'd say that this is what makes China, China. The precision is a sight to behold, especially in a country like Australia where no one likes to listen to authority. [the year 8s and 9s at every school are proof]

When the athletes came out, this had to be my highlight of the entire ceremony, possibly excepting the lighting of the cauldron.
And many people found it boring because, let's be serious, they only had one country to support, and most probably didn't know the flags of all the countries, much less the names.

I, on the other hand, found it extremely difficult to figure out whom I should be cheering for. After living in these places, who do you say deserves to get your support the most? South Africa, or Australia? Indonesia, or Malaysia? The Philippines, or Singapore? [not that I have lived in Singapore, but I believe they're worth supporting] And of course, should I be supporting China- the place where my roots come from, or Hong Kong- where my grand-uncle currently resides? England- to where at least a quarter of my mates have moved, or Canada- where at least a tenth have moved?
Of course, I didn't actually think about it too much, and cheered for all of them all the same.

My brother and I also stayed up the entire night, comparing team sizes [we have decided that China's is by far the biggest and the best, after having to re-evaluate our opinion of the size of the American team- both in numbers and in height] and trying to figure out where each flag came from. We didn't exactly know every country, nor did we know where they all came from either, but we figured all of them out based on the flag and the costumes they wore.

My mother, after all these years of travelling, still didn't know how to figure out if a country was from the Bahamas or Africa just based on the flag and the costumes alone. Her education has been wasted.

And according to a lot of my South African friends, plenty of people were thinking about me during the Olympic ceremony.
I had only one thought when I was told this: WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT???
In St. Stithians Girls' College, I was the only Chinese girl in my grade. There were more chinese girls in the grades below. But the Boys' College had even more chinese in one grade than the girls college had put together in the whole school.
So really, why am I the one who's being thought of during the Olympic Opening Ceremony??
I know I have [or, well, HAD] a Chinese counterpart in my grade back at Saints, and my counterpart is also an actual Chinese from China. Unlike me, since I am from Malaysia. It made no sense whatsoever. He is more Chinese than I am, he's in Jo'burg at Saints where he can remind them of his presence daily, and I am the one who gets thought of? A friend from the boys college even sent me a message congratulating me on the performance in China. I was incredibly shocked.
I suppose it was a stereotype thing. I'm not concentrating on it too much and I really can't do much except to shake my head in wonder.

Although I can't help but wonder if I perhaps left my mark on Saints a little too clearly.

Mishy <3

From the Heavens?

You know the story in the Christian Bible?
Well, maybe not all of you will.

There's a story about Moses the prophet who takes the Israelites out of Egypt where they were kept for decades long slavery, and finally after a torrent of miracles, signs, deaths, trials and tribulations, Moses finally parts and crosses the Red Sea with them, and heads towards Canaan.
After that, while they had to cross the desert to get there, they found that alas! alack! they had no food. [no wonder, seeing as you've been fleeing from outrageously evil Egyptian armies and now you've got to cross this massive desert] And the story goes that Moses prayed for food, and God - who kept watch over their journey - rained manna [a type of flat bread] down from the heavens every morning where the people would have to pick them up and use it as food for the day.

And you know what...something similar happened to me.
Only in my case, it wasn't manna, it was EARTHWORMS!!!

It began after a really heavy shower had just cursed us [or blessed, if you're a farmer] at night, and it was thunderstorming, and raining, and let me tell you the Mother Nature is not nice to Perth when it comes to the weather.
Anyway, the next morning, I'd just gotten out the door for school and was waiting just outside the inner garage door, which was open, for my mum to come and open up the car for us. My brother had left his bag on the ground, upon which I espied a little struggling earthworm on the floor. And, well, to be a little sarcastic, I asked my brother why there were worms crawling out of his bag.

And this is where it gets traumatic.

No sooner than he had taken his bag away [hurridly mind you], one plopped down right next to the first one from the skies!
My eyes looked like this ---> O.O
Needless to say, I looked up, and couldn't for the life of me figure out where the worm had come from. And, like any sane person would, I refused to go near the door until mum actually came along to get into the car.
When my mum finally did come, I had some problems. The orientation of the garage is such that I can't get around the car to get into the passenger front seat because it was blocked off, so I had to open the outer garage door in order to get in.

So I opened it.

And THEN the worms came crashing down onto the floor from the door!
One, two, four, six, nine...I went ABSOLUTELY NUTS and refused to have to stay near the door for too long. I took one HUGE leap outside and told my mom to come out before I got into the car.

When I told my cousin the story, he told me that the worms were looking for shelter from the rain because too much water in the soil could drown them.
Needless to say, I was not pleased.

I am actually Christian, therefore I can probably safely say that the worms were not a present from Him to help me out of any sort of plight. XD Unless I was black South African. Mmmmm, mopane worms...

A short explanation of the mopane worms. Mopane worms are...well, rather big fat caterpillar like things that are a delicacy in South Africa. A few of my friends have eaten them, but I have never actually seen it in real life in Africa before. Therefore I googled a shot of it for you. XD It looks...scintillanting.

The Mopane tree where they breed these worms.

A plate of cooked Mopane worms...

Mishy <3

Time Marches On...

It just kind of hit home a few hours ago that I had just about 13.5 weeks left before the exams.
And the teachers have given us all motivational talks on how to prepare.

I missed the worst with my Chem teacher for now, because he's been off somewhere [possibly America]. Although it hasn't been quite so sane with the other teachers.
My human biology teacher has started to shape up. The Asian group now sitting behind me has begun to shut up for 60% of the lesson. I think we may have just witnessed a miracle in Human Biology.
My P&L teacher decided to spend two entire leassons teaching us how to study. =/ Instead of P&L. I have absolute reason to be worried at this stage.
My history teacher may be the only one who doesn't give a damn if the school gets uprooted by floods, or if Western Australia suddenly discovers that a volcano was hidden under the Perth CBD by all the buildings. With him, the show MUST go on!
Mirichlis in Maths was in a pretty good mood today. I'll have to watch out very closely for him tomorrow. I shudder to think what he may have up his sleeve if he's in this good a mood straight after Open Day Reporting. Or, maybe he just likes our parents better than he does us.
Lit went on as normal. Lots of procrastination, endless talking, debates with McInerny...

He's also badgered us to take a look at our scaled average on the TER calculator which is on the TISC website.

If I do no scaling whatsoever, I figure that I will get 91.65. Which is tres brilliant in my case! But with scaling, I figure that I actually only get 88.95 or something similar to that. Which is not so bad, I am still in the safe zone since my TER only needs to be 81. But in case the cut-off grade for Bachelor of Arts [Communication] decides to annoyingly move itself up, I want to be ready and waiting for it. And...I guess an 88.95 may not be so good after all. =/

Other news regarding the school: I am now firmly convinced that I am surrounded by thieves and possible criminals.
During the holiday, someone brought a torch bomb to school, broke the window of the office and stole 45 Leavers Tops. It's fine for me because I already have mine, but I have friends who unfortunately haven't gotten theirs yet. This is the crappiest thing EVER. I canNOT believe that people would actually just sneak in and steal tops like these, especially since they have no value whatsoever. They have names on them, and there is a track record of who has actually bought these tops. Plus my mates who haven't gotten theirs are completely bummed out. And I have great apathy for whoever's taken them at the moment. Apparently they couldn't stop there either. They broke into the history classroom [my tute room] and stole the new overhead projector as well as this crappy computer that actually squeals at pitches so high my history teacher can't hear it. =/ But the point is that the school had a theft. And I am somewhat upset that this could happen. It's a police matter, but hey, who said that the case would ever be solved?

Heh. And I thought South Africa was dangerous?

Mishy <3

*tick tock tick tock* "What's the time?"

This is a problem I've encountered when I moved half-way across the world.
It's not easy.
First, there's the time difference. Upon first arrival in South Africa from Malaysia, I fell asleep at 8pm and woke up at 6am. Many of my mates will know that this...is NOT me. =P
In addition to this, flying back to Malaysia was...needless to say, slightly traumatising because I fell asleep at 2am and woke up at 12pm. =/ Now I was just being a hardcore night owl.

And then there's the way people tell the time.
In Malaysia, when I asked for the time, I got something like: "2.20" for an answer, if it so happened to be 2.20pm. Or better yet: "Check your own watch." =P
In South Africa, I was greeted with a response like : "20 past."
At which point, I would think 20 past what?
Then I'd look at my watch and go: Oh, 20 past TWO...

Then, of course, if the time happened to be 2.45pm, I would get a response like: "Quarter to 3."
To which I would gaze in absolute confusion while I took all of 30 seconds to work out what a quarter to 3 was. XD
Now this isn't me being stupid, I DO know what a quarter to 3 is.
But I was so used to a straightforward '2.45' that quarter to 3 was completely out of this world for me.
It took me a complete 30 seconds if not more to process a mental image of the clock hands moving to a 'quarter to three'.

Then this is the absolute winner of it all.
Should the time have been 2.40pm, and I asked what time it was, it was incredibly likely that would get an aswer like: 'Five to quarter past.'
I have definitely gotten this response before (who from, I am no longer sure of), and it took me all of a minute to proccess the information, and convert it into a meaningful picture in my head.

So those are my times stories.
How do YOU tell the time?




Mishy <3

TCK Question: Where Are You From?

This is a letter that I wrote to the Wall Street Journal concerning a matter that I know all TCKs could write 5 page essays on, given the chance. Hmmm, maybe I should get my English Lit teacher to let me write about this as an essay then...=P

I came across this article when I was browsing www.tckid.com and thought it might be a really good idea to actually write back to you on this.

I am a Malaysian Chinese born TCK living in Perth at the moment. I've been moving around since I was 2 months old, and I've lved in Indonesia, the Philippines, Malaysia, South Africa and of course, Australia.The question 'where do you come from?' does get frequently asked, and it's an incredibly hard question to answer. Even though I consider myself to be a Malaysian, I find that simply saying 'Malaysia' is not enough. When I am abroad, I am known as 'the Malaysian girl' and while I am in Malaysia, I am 'the [insert name of current country of residence] girl'. When I am abroad, it is very difficult to explain about Malaysia and all its different races, and why I am a Malaysian CHINESE and not simply a Malay. When I am in Malaysia, it is a lot easier to say that I am Malaysian, but many find it difficult to understand why my english is at a higher level than theirs, and why I am unable to speak the local language. A lot of the friends I make in different countries also find it hard to understand why I am able to speak english so fluently.

My travelling also affects the way people see me. Many caucasians see me as an 'uncivilised' asian girl because of my looks, and assume that I am from China- but this is simply not true. Many of my Malaysian peers see me as strange, and maybe even a little snobby because of my travelling and my international schooling- also simply untrue.
My travelling has made me more aware of the world and it's problems from a global aspect, and this does frighten some people who are only able to see the world from one point: much like a child looks at the world with tunnel vision.

Sometimes I see people as being incredibly ignorant. People who have never travelled like to stereotype people. If I came from the UAE, people would class me as a muslim terrorist. If I was from England, people might think that I am now a very rich person with a posh sort of accent. The thing is that it is simply not true. While I may have gained many cultural experiences, and understand the culture better than many others do, it does not mean that I have suddenly adopted their culture.

Take Barack Obama for instance. He is of a mixed American and Kenyan parentage, and used to live in Indonesia. We see America as a violent and even possibly ignorant country: does that make Barack Obama violent and ignorant? We see Kenya as a poor, uncivilised nation: does this make Barack Obama poor and uncivilised? And of course, Barack Obama has lived in Indonesia, a predominantly muslim country: does this make Barack Obama a muslim terrorist?
I would disagree. While Barack Obama may have been highly influenced by all of these factors, it does not mean that he is violent, ignorant, poor, uncivilised or even a muslim terrorist.
In fact, all this travelling shows that he is incredibly cultured, and is more likely to see things from several different perspectives.

It is through all these factors that we find the question: 'where are you from?' so difficult to answer. We have so many different perspectives, we have been influenced by so many different cultures: For a TCK to answer 'Where are you from?' could take up to an entire essay like the one I've just written here.

Mishy <3

I Has A Diary! *hugs*

I has a diary!
With lots and lots of pages, and a funky ass cover!
I CAN DIARISE PROPERLY AND NOT WRITE EVERYTHING ON LITTLE BITS OF PAPER AND LOSE IT ALL NOW!!!

*swoons*

Oh man, my life is complete for this month...*sigh*
Actually, it's kind of a waste of money, considering the school gives us a diary anyway. XD But it doesn't matter, cuz I'm the sort of person who needs lots and lots of space to write everything down in. Seriously. The school diary has like half an A5 page per day. I usually take up an entire A5 page to write down all my homework and whatever else is going on in my life to get me sorted. My diary from Saints is proof enough. And besides which, if you saw the amount of detail I wrote my homework down with, even in Morley, you would be surprised. Considering.
But then again, this is the perfectionist in me, who needs to have every little thing in set order in order to even comprehend it's completion.

I go back to school in another week! I am actually excited, surprisingly enough. I know I keep moaning about this 2 month holiday of mine. Which is weird when you think about it, considering in KL I got the same thing as well! In Jo'burg, I lost my two month holiday. XD But then again, in KL, the holiday came during the MEGA-SALE [salivates- how I miss you], whereas here, I am stuck with nothing to do but melt in the sweltering 40 degree celcius weather and pray that it rains soon. *grumps*

Girls at Saints have started school, and it's so fun hearing about all the new teachers and classes and whatnot. To any Saints Girl reading this, I look forward to more detail. Especially that new science teacher that Lavani keeps telling me about, so that I can determine whether or not I should have stayed in South Africa and hopefully passed science. XD I've seen the photos of the jumpsuit. Looks good, and sometimes I really wish I HAD stayed when I see them. XD But I'm sure that I'll have fun with my own Year 12 Top when it arrives. =)

Year 12 guys, it's such a huge step. Also the final step in high school. =P Man, I'm so nervous. Especially when I think about it, all my friends at any school I entered into before South Africa will still be in school, finishing off their IBs or A Levels while I will be starting first year uni next January. It is an awkward thought indeed, and should not actually happen, but there it is. I'm also amazed at the number of people who want to come to Australia. Especially from GIS. People, you were all GROOMED for the UK, why are you coming here? But either way, I guess I shouldn't be questioning it. I'm glad to have more friends coming in to keep me company. =) You know I've missed you guys. And you know who you are too.

=)

Mishy <3