Hey Year 10 Formal

Im pushing all my hopes and dreams through these images into your eyes,
I would like to use any of these dress look alikes as my dress
but right now im still looking...



At Whitehouse Fashion show last year. I loooovvvveeeee this fabricccc!, The dress is stunning.

As soon as I saw this dress I wanted it. Photographs do not do this dress justice!



Found a dress at Vinnies for $8 that looks quite similiar to this dress in theory, apart from the givenchy status. I could maybe pull this one off. Just need to borrow friend's gloves, find some dressy pearly and purchase some exquisite shoes such as these..

YSL, who would have thought, LOVEEEEEEE
Just a run of the mill overpriced dress from general pants, I like the lace and shape.
I am starting to feel a strong attraction to these one shoulder dresses. I don't think the material works very well though.
Picture this dress with a really big black skirt (:


I wonder what this is made out of...


Must have this dress at some point in life. Velvet, need I say more ?

I really want a dress like this but white and with flowers. The Marrissa dress :(

Chanel - Camellia

dearest

House Festival Day

House Festival Day

Now to all those who are unfamiliar with the term "House Festival Day", well its quite simple really. It is a day where you go to school dressed up as your house colors. Sadly I am in a house that's colours are brown and orange, Go Cowell. The other houses at my school include:













Gray- Red and Black? or Red and Silver hmm
Richmond- Green and Yellow (aussie much)
Ball-Blue and Blue ?

Usually I am a huge fan of dressing up as something I'm not but I guess I wasn't really feeling the house spirit this year..
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The biggest effort I made on this day was deflating Haylie and taking her to school in my country road bag. Being seen in the middle of Hurstville station blowing up a giant penguin is not the most flattering sight. And If you haven't worked it out by now Haylie is the penguin. Boyfriend and I bought her when we were road tripping up at Narabeen. She is named after a darling friend of his, who we love very much.

Just a brief overview of girls I love at school.

Taylor- Biggest beb ever, both danielle and her make christian studies fun

Hannah- She's been my best friend since yr 8
Lani- The person who knows absolutely everything about me and she has been my best friend since yr 7 and I absolutely love her with every bone in my body.
Genevieve- See the girl with the amazingly gorgeous long brunette hair in the back, thats her. School has never been the same since gen came.
Starsh- Since 2002 ? Went to primary school together, she lives a couple of streets away from me. She is pretty sweet.
Erato- That girl in school with that extremely annoying, high pitched laugh but you love her anyway. Textiles...
Lauren- This girl I love she can make me cry from laughter at any given point in time and she is beautiful. Danielle- I could make a photo album of Danielle begining at yr 7 and working my way towards present, she has taken that many photos on my camera. OC <3 style="font-weight: bold;">
Jess- I love love love this girl. Thanks to a "lame" program called duke of edinburgh award I have become friends with jess, brit, isobel and so many others. 3 weeks !
Liz- Liz is a babe.

PS: If you didn't make it in this photo that's a very big shame.

Hopefully this will be my last "House Festival Day" at Danebank. My interview for Inaburra is in about 16hours. So excited. Oh and after the Interview on Wednesday I have my Yearly maths exam which would be so much easier if mathletics would stop giving me hell. It says it doesn't stay up because I have internet problems. It's always like that. Always passing on the blame. Well you know what, it's not good enough. If i fail my yearly exam I am holding mathletics personally responsible.

Bringing Haylie to school was a very good idea and I definetly have no regrets. I just hate that she lost her arm at the end of this day. It was a very big day I will give her that. She survived a Friday.




Lani and Me








Heidi and Me









Heidi is a definite love of my life. I worked with her for a while before I quit. Yer Grandpa's Lebanese Food. I won't dis it cause It was actually kind of fun even if the boss has a 20m pole shoved up her ass. But it doesn't matter because I no longer smell like a Lebanese person when I come home :)







Final Photo, Final Achievement.
Getting Haylie on the stage.
Spot the Penguin




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"Times New Roman" - My English Story

13:24pm Eyes draw lines around the room lazily in search of a particular file. 13:40pm File belongs to a Mr P Johnson. He owes the bank $301210. Interest is unrealistic, but who minds the details. The monochromatic grey room glares at the sudden burst of light as I open the blinds. Street below, people walking backward and forward, mindless.14:07pm I need coffee. It costs $5.00. I don’t know why.

14:35pm sitting behind glass watching people as they stand in line eagerly waiting to give me their money. Feeling like a zoo animal. Take notice of the different clothing and accessories people find necessary to have. I lose track of focus. Eyes drop to my uniform: “Gray’s Bank” I read my place of occupation, underneath my neatly typed Times New Roman font name tag “Tom”. I sit behind the bulletproof glass, seated adjacent to several other clone style workers. I feel mass produced.

17:37pm Driving car, change gears, window wipers. The streets of Seattle ripple with movement as I drive past. A thick crust of snow hugs the pavement while grey mist dances across the streets. As usual there is patchy rain outside. Locals tread home clasping in one hand the most adored accessory in this city, an umbrella and the native beverage, a star bucks coffee in the other. 17:45pm I turn into my street. One storey houses gather together to keep warm. I reach my destination. 17:52pm it is a tall 5 storey apartment building. The pimple on this neighbourhood’s humble, clear face. I step on the elevator, it groans, and I take the stairs.

18:01pm Slowly my apartment wakes up. Its crème and pine coloured walls still half asleep. I sit at my desk to retrace my thoughts. 18:15pmThe plans are layed out before my eyes. Sketches, etchings, plans and diagrams. This is full proof and untraceable. The urge to complete my design process is too strong, I grab my keys. 18:27pm I walk out of the shops, loaded with plastic bags. I have filled these plastic bags with a various array of materials. A quarter of the way there.

19:00pm At home on the leather couch. It holds me tightly in its second hand leather arms. I feel safe. Television turns on, it is a game show. The host has a wicked grin on his face and he is handing a simpleton man an oversized cheque for $20 000.00. The man is happy. I don’t understand. 19:02pm Does this oversized cheque really make this person happy? I don’t understand this constant 360˚revolution around the assumption that wealth results in happiness. Is money really our new replacement of oxygen? 20:38pm Drugged and put to sleep.

7:03am body awakens. Today is the day. Brushing yellow teeth, pointless. Shower, rinse lather and repeat if necessary. 7:39am suited up and out the door. My plastic bags accompany me to my car, I hold their hands. 7:43am The drive is smooth. I am lost in my own thoughts. It takes 20 minutes and 32 seconds to get to work. 8:20am I am seated in my office chair staring at the outside railings of the Nordstrom across the street. All the buildings in this province are mass produced. I open my plastic bags. There’s ,much to do.

11:17am I’m on lunch early. I catch the elevator to the top level. The outside railing feels crisp and cool. 11:30am I set the timer to exactly 3:00pm. I return to the elevator and travel to the next level down – number 11. I set the timer for 2:59:57pm. I return to the elevator and travel to the next level down – number 10. I set the timer for 2:59:55pm. I continue this process until I reach ground level. I descend to the foyer toilets. Toilet lid closed, door is locked, timer is set to 2:59:40pm. No one is standing outside. I climb over the top of the cubicle. One more now.

Grays bank has one underground parking. It is virtually impossible to obtain parking in these premises. I set the timer for 2:59:20pm. 11:40am I travel back up the elevator. As the doors of the elevator slide open I realise I have intruded on one of my colleagues in the process of removing spinach from his teeth. I smile, he smiles, all is forgotten.

12:00pm I gather my personal belongings. All of my belongings fit into a single shoebox. 12:30m I have driven 5 blocks away and parked behind a tree. The walk back is tiresome but worthwhile. 13:23pm filling out my resignation papers. I look up and catch my reflection in the chrome lamp. My mouth smiles, it intrigues me. So rarely do i see my own smile.

13:40pm Time for drugs. I open my bag. Inside are four boxes. The blue ones make me drowsy, good for sleep, the red ones keep my metabolism fresh, taken with breakfast. The two boxes of white ones are to control my “disorder”. It reads on the packet “for treatment/control of Obsessive Compulsive Disorder”, alongside this I have written in felt tip pen “stop irrational thought”. I decide not to take my pills today.

14:15pm With 45 minutes remaining I am half finished. I shut my office door. 14: 18pm Nobody is in the hallway. I pull the fire alarm. The building awakens with colleagues and disoriented members of the public fighting their ways towards the exit. I take the elevator. The building is breathing out people like toothpaste out of the tube. 14: 25pm the building is completely evacuated.

14:40pm I stand on the 7^th floor veranda in Nordstrom. I watched a movie 3 days,12 hours and 16 minutes ago. In this movie I was touched by a particular quote. It spoke of destruction being a form of creation and filmed a group of children burning money. They just wanted to see what happened when they tore the world apart. They wanted to change things.

14:59pm Silence. 15:00pm the noise is incredible. The ground shudders with the first explosion. The second explosion follows soon after. The piercing sound of glass shattering as windows break. The third explosion occurs. I watch in complete delight as the empty shell of concrete and money crumbles at its own feet. Fires have broken out; they passionately kiss the building as it groans for help. 15:00pm the explosions dance in succession, one after the other. 15:01pm I smile as I gaze down at the broken and decapitated shell of what used to be.

15:02pm Silence, Creation

Goodmorning Creative Outlet

Goodmorning Lovelies
Welcome to my creative outlet. This is where I shall be putting my spare creative energy into use. Right now I am greeting exam week at Danebank with open arms. That's my school, Danebank Anglican school for girls. Just to put forward this point early on I am in no way what so ever christian, anglican, catholic or any other branch of "god fearing" crap. I am practicing the art of Buddhism. I have a meditation rug at home, I bought it at a little Mediterranean boutique up in the blue mountains on a road trip with my mother dearest.


It is quite darling isn't it. Hm a few other things I should put out early on. I live in the less known part of "The Shire" in a lovely little suburb known as Illawong. I live with one generic, not so technologically advanced, boof head father. A 5 star, smart, pretty, self motivated and best friend mother. I also have an autistic, vocal dyspraxic blonde haired blue eyed brother. He can't talk, it's a shame. And a sausage dog Sassy and a golden retriever Missy

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And there is one other very important person I would like to tell you about. This would be the person who is occupying my heart right now. His name is Nathan and he is a babe.

I am studying in year 10, visual design and textiles for my electives. Right now I am dreaming but when I get older I would love to contribute to the fashion industry. But right now I am young. And I am going to live in the moment because I want this to be forever. I want to be Forever Young...