fo' shizzle my nizzle sausage sizzle...

I was thinking (shock!) the other day of how much fun grade 9 was with our silly stalls. As you can imagine, I was part of a sausage sizzle stall.

Additionally, you know your life is sad when you get excited about how you see you have the option of either allowing or disallowing comments on your blog.

That aside, McDonalds has been PARTICULARLY adept at giving me early morning shifts D:
Not only that, but I have no idea about breakfast at mcdonalds, and thus will wander around aimlessly like a cat with nine legs.

And also, apparently there's a transformers 2 now? I haven't even watched number 1, despite owning the DVD (NOT pirated ;D). This is probably because when somebody says 'transformers' I just have this impression of a cheap, badly produced cartoon with accompanying irrelevant storyline.

I really wish I could write in coherent, linking paragraphs, but I can't, and so that is that.
The main reason I wanted to write this post was for my good friend Musu =)

ATTN: Musu Muliaga
RE: Bad parents

Dear Musu,
I don't know how to say this, because I got a C in english, but I kinda do understand about parents...
It really really annoys me when my parents talk (but actually mutter under their breath both loud and clear enough for you to comprehend) about how I didn't do this, and didn't do that. Its annoying enough to firstly have parents with high expectations, but secondly then to have unappreciative parents. They really go hand-in-hand like my mum and texting all in caps.
At some stage, my parents put me in grade 7 chinese school when I first just started. Seeing as I only knew how to write my name, and a few numbers, I felt more inadequate than airtight packaging for stale bread.

To be honest, I think you really do try and work hard, and that probably is what is one of the reasons why your parents comments are so angering and saddening. Even though your handwriting is too neat for you to become a doctor, I'm certain you'll be some kind of uber god later in life. In short, you really are an important person to me. I wouldn't be anywhere close to the person I am now without all those jokes and laughs. People don't realise that even clowns need clowns, and although its not intentionally selfish, it is what happens.

I'm not going to give you the cliche "you're an unique individual" lecture, but you really are. If I stop to think about all the amazing shit you can do, its not even funny. I mean, you can play piano, understand so much stuff, Mcshizzling good at english, fluent in samoan and chinese, and a whole fload of other stuff. Although you may not know it, I'd practically trip over myself doing something if it was important to you.

Maybe you think I'm being insincere, or maybe that I don't understand or otherwise, but its certainly not what I intended.

It kinda makes me sad that you feel sad, angry and depressed, but regardless know that i'm here to try and help do what I can, and that I really do appreciate you n_n.

If you need cheering-up at any stage, I have racist jokes, because I'm already going to hell. In any case, haven't we all just 'transferred-$100-to-the-wrong-bank-account-and-then-regretted-not-checking-the-account-number-again?'. I think we have.