Occupational Health and Safety Law... thing.

Woohoo. A scar. Wooh. Although I'm not entirely sure as to whether having a scar is totally awesome or not. I think it is.

You're probably wondering how I got it. WELL. Funnily enough, one Friday lunchtime, I was hungry, thus I went to the canteen to get food (I warn you now, this is most likely turning into a rant, because certain things happen after I get this scar). When I finally got inside the cafeteria, I searched the shelves for healthy food. However, all there was were stupid salad wraps and such. No Caesar salad. Buon. Nevertheless, I had a hunger for something big... something hot (stupid mistake). So I headed for the hot food.

Now the hot food sat on 2 shelves. Why? Higher sales rate I suppose. I looked at some of the items for a while, and something caught my eye. Fish and chips: $3.80. I almost immediately grabbed it, when something else captured my attention. Calamari and chips, identically priced. I win. I win, I win, I win. I wanted calamari, and not only was I able to afford it, I was also rewarded chips as a bonus (although the chips took up about 7/8ths of the box). There were boxes and boxes. So I reached out and grabbed one, then headed towards the counter to wait. I looked satisfyingly at this bargain that I had been able to grasp, only to realise that I had grabbed Fish and chips instead of calimari and chips. I panicked for a second, and rushed back towards the hot food warmer, and placed the box of fish and chips back. I searched worriedly for calimari and chips, and thankfully, it was still there.

This is the part where I do the stupidest thing ever, even though at the time, I thought it would be the most fantastic idea ever. Since these boxes were closed, I observed that the contents of the box would quickly dampen, and become soggy. Not something that I wanted. So I thought to get the boxes that were further back, because they were more recently made, hence, more fresh and crisp. I moved a few boxes out of the way and reached out for a calamari and chips box. Once I had my hand on it, I immediately lifted it up, intending to make it hover over the boxes that blocked it's way from me. However, I lifted a centimetre too high, and I hit the metal guard of the light that kept ALL the hot food warm. Metal+Light+Sarah's skin= HARDCORE BURN.

Reaction: Damn, I got burnt. That hurt. Not that much, but it hurt. I went to line up for my food again, and, once assuring myself that I had gotten the right box, I paid and left. I went straight to the nearest table of which some of my friends were on, including Kathy. I put the box down and showed my friends my scary and quickly recounted what happened. Then I pulled Kathy with me into the female toilets so I could have company while my hand was under water for about 2 minutes.

Afterwards, people kept telling me to go to First Aid. So, I did. I got there, and told Kathy to hold the food. Then I entered. Two female VISITOR ladies were standing around, having casual conversation; when I came in, they looked at me and utter annoyance. Our conversation went something like this:

Me: "Um, I burnt myself about 7 minutes ago and my friends told me I was meant to go see you..."
First Aid lady: "Did you put it under water?"
Me: "Uh yes, I left my hand under cold water for 2 minutes about 3 minutes ago... about that... yeah"
First Aid lady: "Does it hurt?"
Me: "Well, no." (You'd think that once your hand has been under icey cold water for 2 minutes, it would have gone numb, and it wouldn't hurt? Dur.
First Aid lady: "Well then, we can't help you. So see you soon!"

And she waved me good bye, her expression showing good riddance of me. Okay, now you'd think, that they'd at least put cream on my scar or something? But no, they didn't. They didn't even care. Which brings me to another point. When you're sick, and you want to go home, your teacher sends you to First Aid. They ask you what's wrong, and you tell them that you feel sick. So they tell you to lie down or sit on the chair for an hour. So you do. And you're still sick, feeling like you're going to puke... or something. However you feel. One hour later they come back, asking you if you're better. You say no, so they say they'll call your parents.

OKAY, HELLO MISS FIRST AID, WE NEED AID. FIRST. At the very least. So inconsiderate, these people. They don't care! *sigh*, that's why, Occupational Health and Safety stuff is pointless, because if you get hurt, or sick, they won't do anything about it. Dodgy!

And that's Aiball's pen in the photo, the ugly pink one. It goes alright but. I also finished Twilight! Yay! It's so interesting! And if you guys were wondering about what happened to my picture, I've concluded that someone MUST have thrown it out, or stolen it. Because my mum cleaned the house very extensively in search for it, and failed to find it. Vanished before our very eyes. So, so, so, so, so buon (in case you didn't know, buon means sad in vietnamese :). So I've started again. With some sort of abstract picture. It doesn't look any easier. Oh how exhilirating. Oh well. Anyway I'll show you what I learnt in one of my Divinity classes. We were reading the Bible, and I was also reading it, but paying absolutely no attention to my teacher. We read from Romans 6:23, which is only the verse I kind of extracted from. Here goes:

For the wages of sin is death, but the gift of God is eternal life in Christ Jesus our Lord. Romans 6:23

We PAY with sin to receive death, but we cannot pay for God to give us eternal life, but it is a gift; something that we decide to receive, and something that is already bought through Jesus Christ. When we sin, we are paying for our death to come nearer, but through Jesus Christ we are redeemed of our sins, and we are given the gift of Life.

And yeah, that's it. Kinda obvious, but something interesting to learn.. in class. I think I wrote too much! Well I suppose that's all from me. Catcha all soon!

Skidaddles youse~

Problematic Picturesque

Can't find my picture. I CAN'T FIND MY PICTURE!

I know you can read, but I have to emphasise that I CAN'T FIND MY PICTURE! After weeks and weeks and strenuous hours of GRIDDING, REGRIDDING, COPYING, RUBBING OUT, COPYING MORE, COLOURING IN, RUBBING OUT, AND COLOURING IN EVEN MORE, this picture is nowhere to be found (dramatic emphasis provided by me). This picture is important to me. Why? Because it goes in my folio lol. And yes, that means I actually DO care about school! Shock horror! Nerd! Oh; my; gosh! But it took so much of my time! And because I'm also a perfectionist, it took even longer!

I'm sorry grapes that I spoke badly against you! And you too leaves! Yes, even you, you.. marbly.. peach? And you.. orange.. mango.. thing! I didn't mean for you to be hurt, and be forever hidden from my eyes! Yes, I still want to work on you, and colour you until you finish! And make you look beautiful, even though I have no idea what the heo I'm actually colouring in!

If you're wondering, which I think you are (haha, that part was a bit strange, but I'll explain), I spoke badly about my picture. A lot. I complained about there being too many grapes (about 100 roughly that I coloured in) And the dodgyness of the leaves, and my peach that looked like a marble (it really does... and I completely ruined the "peach" factor of it). I mean, I know I was mean to my own picture, but that doesn't mean it has to flip vanish from my very eyes. I mean, I'm even wearing glasses and I still can't see it anywhere! I don't believe in karma, but this is JUST NOT COOL.

But seriously, picture, I am sorry. Grapes, I secretly really like how all of you turned out. You make my picture look good and pro, because of the detail I flip put into you. And marbly peach, you're still a peach. Just marbly.

Since I'm already ranting, I'll also rant about my internet. I STRONGLY DISLIKE MY INTERNET! Like, I'm fine that I have to reconnect every 3 minutes, because it's become kind of routine, and I'm used to it I suppose. You know, became familiar with the flow of constant disconnection and occasionally switching windows to reconnect again. I got used to it. But now, the fact that it now disconnects WHENEVER IT WANTS TO is just so not cool. So mean. So so mean.

Which then makes me buon, which makes me think of certain things. Grr at the fact that you are so loved by everyone.

Yellow Phone?

Thank Tony for the phone. It's got squishy buttons, it's color, and it's got a camera. That's all I've ever wanted in a phone. OH, and it's yellow. Win for me! Big win. But it has no bluetooth. And Oh; My; Gosh, I'm out of credit. So haha, sorry if I told you I was gonna call you, but I CAN'T now! So.. means you should call me.
.. Yeah I don't know who I'm actually talking to.. huh.

I wanted to discuss about a particular subject, but I doubt I would get any type of response (you know, no one reads these things.. well my things... blogs). I don't care. Lol.

When you love someone, do you expect them to love you back?

Yeah, I know, it's really dodgy question, but a while back I was debating with my friend about it... and it didn't turn out very well. Turns out I created hullabaloo through it. Hullabaloo is going to somehow seep into every single blog. Somehow. You just watch, reader. :)

ANYWAY, I went completely off topic.

True love expects nothing. That's my argument. I can emphasise.. but it'll be a waste of your time and mine too. Since it's also quite late... I really need sleep... as well. But yeah basically this conversation with my friend kinda went the wrong way. Ha, we completely disagree with each other, but I suppose it kept it interesting.

I realised the strangest thing today: the Perth people I've kept in contact with (i.e. calling, chatting) are the nicest, and sweetest people ever. They're so easy going, and they're just so nice. I got a phone from one, a drawing from another, and ah they talk so sweet. Haha, no. They aren't sweet talkers. They're genuinely nice to whoever they meet.

Perth people, please do not get big-headed, because half of you still are really awkward to talk with. And I don't know you either. Haha :)

afweofajwefkmawegjkahwlhefawkhlakewunlcweak.

People change. Even though they seem the same, they change.

SLEEP. Sorry this blog is actually really boring.


Toodles~.

What da heo...

Yay. New blog... blogger, blogger thing. Although I highly doubt anyone will read this, considering hardly anyone even reads my Myspace blogs, which also reminds me that I still need to send away my story! Yeah if anyone wants to read tell me please. It's really... dramatic. Dramatically unnecessary. Which, by the way, is what my title is: Dramatic Hullabaloo. Hullabaloo is (to put it simply, or rather what I THINK it is) taking something and unnecessarily emphasising it. And dramatic well... makes it even more unnecessarily emphasised.

Sigh. I need to read more. So I can use more unnecessarily complicated words that only people who read can understand. And in which case can be helpful because people have to read in order to understand anyway. And they have to read if they want to know what this blog is about. How troublesome.

Gotta read To Kill a Mockingbird. I want to, but now I have to as well. School days. Happy days. Oh joys.

And lately I've realised something so simple, but it's really sad: No one really tries in anything anymore. I know that we have to take the initiative, we have to make a stand, in order for others to begin to see or whatever. But even when they do decide to stand as well... it's so half hearted. And I just wonder where the passion goes.

Despite, I believe that if one candle shines brightly enough, that fire will catch on to others. But it's all in due time, when their candle decides to point the right way. Not towards that candle that's already burning, but the source of fire itself. And that those candles will be reignited... They just need some warmth shed upon them to realise that they haven't yet been burnt out.