I've finally finished watching the first two seasons of 'Skins'. And...I think Cassie rocks in her unique self-destructive ways. Totally my favourite female of the series.
(And, in a completely random fashion, I'm gonna use breaks instead of bullet/number points this time. Am trying to work out what I like more lol.)
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It's supposedly the coldest week in Sydney we've had in four years. Heh, I wish there were all the right elements for it to snow though. What I'd give to see snow outside my window, like I did in Italy...anyway, so much for global warming, huh?
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It's a most interesting (and somewhat annoying) story of telling people what heritage I'm of. My father got a haircut today, and I went there when they were halfway finished, sitting down for about five minutes without being approached. So I thought that they must've known who I was, that I was his daughter. And then one of the staff, after she had finished with a client, approached me and asked if I was in need of assistance. This is how our conversation went, roughly.
Lady: Can I help you?
Me: No, I'm just waiting for my dad [motions towards].
Lady: [looks surprised] Oh! You're his daughter? You don't really look much alike! You have quite curly hair...and your father seems to have the opposite.
Me: [makes nervous laugh] Yeah, I wish I had inherited his straight hair. Curly hair's hard to manage. [starts feeling self-conscious of the frizzy curly fringe that she didn't bother to pin back]
Lady: You look...exotic, though. Like, you're from the Philippines, or Hawaii, or something. [speaks to my dad] What's your wife?
Father: She's the almost the same as me.
Lady: And does she have curly hair?
Father: A little, but not really. My daughter's got the most curliest of everyone in our family.
Lady: Interesting. So what's your heritage, then?
I'll leave the conversation right here. I like the ambiguity and anonymity that the internet has to offer...for now. ;)
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I got my camera back. I mean, I got
my camera back. Every 18yo, or there abouts, should know what I'm talking about. So anyway, excuse me while I do a dance of rejoice (that is somewhat akin to the one in 'Love Actually').
*does her dance*
*and is back to the keyboard now*
It didn't break or anything, I just haven't managed to weasel it off my parents since I went into hospital. And I was sort of banned from using it after I was discharged because they wanted to use it, even though they had their own camera *rolls eyes*. Well, admittedly, mine is better, but that still isn't the point, really. The point is that mine's more...newer, shall we say, and thus more
technological - so really, they should be using some simple thing, you know? And I didn't want to use their one because theirs...just isn't for me, it's too simple. As a tech-savvy person, I think I can say that I like technological complexity, tyvm. And who knows, there might even be a picspam soon, if I'm feeling up to such bravado. I'm a little self-conscious of my Hermione-hair, you see...
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After seeing clips of 'Les Choristes' and 'Les Enfoires', I'm totally in love with Jean-Baptiste Maunier at the moment. So many sexy French men these days! Well, slight exaggeration - only two that I know of, to be honest lol.
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