mas·quer·ade: A disguise or false outward show - a pretense.BEARA! SARAH!
I never write or call anybody! It’s depressing. I will call you though! Expect it! You better be coming to this gathering we seem to be having on the day of the fry!
Alas, I am not going to Aly’s birthday :( I cannot make it.
WHAT’S UP?! D: You need me? I’m here for you! Always!
Teenage angst - oh how disgustingly beautiful it is! I hope with all my heart that HeartGold SilverSoul comes out in English soon!
Love you loads.
Me
P.S. Why is your spacing so nice?!
“Last ever shows!”
Well, The Girl cannot wait for May the 5th - she has a performance that night: Punchi Andere and Dangaya. It’s quite sad really, these are two plays that her drama troupe have been performing for a few years now, the latter being one of their first plays. There’s so much history in them that it’s going to be hard to let go. Sure her directors had said that the last show they did (last year sometime) would be their last, but this time it seems a lot more official seeing as The Girl and the rest of the troupe are allowed to take home any of the props they like!
The drama troupe, Sri Lanka Ranga Nikethanaya Of Australia is way more than just a troupe - it’s a family. An ordinarily dysfunctional family, with its crazy grandmas, alcoholic uncles, moody teenagers and all that jazz. Sure, the troupe still exists after the shows have dies but it won’t be the same. We’re no longer able to perform these two plays, because of the amount of broken voices (on the boys parts) and growth spurts (obviously not me…). We all look too old, and I think we behave it too, but I’m still the immature whacko I was - so that’s a relief! ‘Twas a sad day, when our troupe were referred to as the “Young Adult Group” in an e-mail, but I’ve learnt to take that title with a pinch of salt as we were simply referred to as the “Other Group” in another e-mail sent to us from our directors.
Well, the plays have grown and contorted, just like we have. As drama is a live medium, no two shows are ever going to be the same. We started off with my Aunt playing the teacher in Dangaya, but now it’s me! Likewise, we seem to have replaced all the characters played by adults (in Dangaya) with kids - it’s an awesome feeling because it makes our show feel like our own, but it also means we’re growing up. Oh well.
“No Harvey Norman, NO!”
Wow Harvey Norman, you never cease to amaze us all with your ineptitude. Sure the chaise longue looked amazingly pretty sitting in your store - too bad it wasn’t the item that turned up in the delivery van. Fool me once - yeah whatever, I wouldn’t really give a shit, but lo and behold - you messed up yet again! We called up to let you know we got the wrong couch and there you are - talking with attitude to suggest it was our fault we got the wrong couch. After a mini phone war, you promised to send us our couch in a couple of days. You sent us the wrong couch again! The Girl is being asked to teach her mother swear words to yell down the phone, but of course the girl won’t resort to such vile behaviour - instead she’ll stick to ranting on her unseen blog to silently vent out her pent up anger. In the words of McFly, “Silence is a scary sound.” So be afraid Harvey (Norman), be very afraid.
Okay, The Girl needs to go and calm down. Maybe watch a little Black Adder (freakin epic show), finish her breakfast off (Milo cereal is yummy)…
“There’s no place like home…and by that I mean no other place could possibly imitate the chaotic mess in which I live.”
Well The Girl got back from the gorgeous country of Sri Lanka on Thursday. Truth be told she’s finding Australia a little dull right now, but that’s expected after a nice little holiday, no? She had a pretty epic time but thinks she’d have had more fun if she didn’t feel so lonely without her little bro (but she’s not going to admit that fact to him anytime soon). Well, enough of The Girl being nice to her brother, you need to know what she got up to! She:
- rekindled her (friends-only) relationship with a cat that had been named after her (Randu)
- stepped on a snake in the middle of the night, but remained unhurt thanks to her luck
- drank heaps of cheap sweet (way too sweet) Faluda
- slept in a freaky house with cockroaches (she’s shit scared of cockroaches) the size of tennis
balls and mattresses the colour of piss stains
- lied her way into staying at a hotel (to avoid sleeping in a place like the aforementioned again) by
confirming (when asked by the hotel manager) that she had indeed been sent by a man named
Sampath to stay at the hotel
- ran away from wild elephants who were a good 100m away
- wore a saree for the first time to a wedding and hiked it up like a boss when she climbed
stairs…needless to say she got laughed at
- got a dreadful cold from one swim in a swimming pool (what the fish…right?)
- spent money at a faster rate than she earns (not that she earns any money…she doesn’t
She went to drama on Friday after about a year of not going due to “study commitments” (not that she actually studied during that time). Sure it was good to be back but everything seemed different. The Girl doesn’t believe in growing up, not fully anyway. She’d rather stay holed up in her Neverland with her Lost Boys (she’s sniggering at her lack of Lost Boys as she writes this). She never expected to feel like an adult and she certainly doesn’t like the feeling. Sure she gets all these super cool privileges, but honestly are they that great? What if something horrendously criminal happened - there’d be no more juvie, it’d be straight to jail! Oh well…she’ll take things as they come and try to stay out of trouble. Well, without further rambling The Girl will cut straight to the point and say that being an adult sucks…and so does uni. Well kinda sorta. She doesn’t really know yet cos she hasn’t started but it’s just the whole school thing repeated at a larger scale. Bah humbug!
On a much lighter note, The Girl made a new Twitter account (she hated her old username), “HasiniWho”. Her first tweet was sent to the fantabulous Ryan Ross - if he answers, she’ll die a happy man girl. Also, do wish The Girl luck - she sent her first ever resume off to Boost Juice. If she gets the job she plans to sing to her customers like Brendon Urie did to his. Hopefully, she’ll at least be tipped to shut up! Oh and by the way, that picture down below is of Sri Lanka and not Neverland.
“‘Tis the season to be jolly…so let me be jolly with my silly little videos!”
“HAVE A TERRIBLE MERRY CHRISTMAS AND A CRAPPY HAPPY NEW YEAR!”
I hope you all have an epic Christmas! Let’s hope your parents Santa’s able to fit down your chimney and that if you don’t have a chimney - let’s hope he has adeqate lock-picking skills. Remember, if you have some doubt that you won’t be getting good presents, you can always blackmail Santa! Good luck! Hope New Year’s is pretty damn awesome too!
Farewell old school, farewell dear years of life - oh who am I kidding; school was a bitch.
Today was the last day The Girl would cast her eyes on the school…well that’s assuming she never goes back to visit. It was a nice day - not depressing like her Grade 6 graduation where she’d cried her eyes out (she’d initially been bragging about how she probably wouldn’t cry…). There was no crying at today’s final assembly - sure there was a slight feeling of this being the end, but somehow there was no sadness. The Girl’s thought things through quite well. She knows now why she didn’t shed tears. She has 110% that the friends she has are for life. They’ll never part ways, and seeing as they were the only things she really liked about her school she felt no melancholia.
She had a nice little picnic with her friends and loved it how none of them treated today as an ending. They all just said there goodbyes normally and made teeny weeny plans for future meetings. The Girl was given some awesome Christmas presents, an awesome looking orange plushie who is now named Gimley (Radical), a Little Miss Star book which just about sums up my life story (Cat), a cute little packet of sweets (Jalapeño), a pretty friendship bracelet (Melodious). The Girl promises to treasure these gifts forever! She’d also like to mention the dreamcatcher she was given at Inverloch - made by Arty! It actually seems to work for The Girl does not dream anymore. She read on Funnyjunk a brilliant post suggesting that there should be a pillow designed to capture dreams which allows one to watch the captured dreams once they awake - wouldn’t that be über cool?
The Girl also paid her drama teachers (and their kids) a visit. She adores them and their kids, who are four and seven years old. She spent the whole duration of her visit playing awesome games which consisted of her getting beaten up or swindled but she admits she had a ball! Just before she left she was given five minute long hugs and a hand crafted boat (papier-mâché) - just the thing to bring out at the kid’s 21st birthday!
She’s going to leave for Sri Lanka tomorrow and will be gone for a little over a month. Since she’s going to miss Christmas and New Years she’s promised to get her friends gifts for one of those random holidays like Houseplant Appreciation Day (January 10th), Wave All Your Fingers At Your Neighbours Day (February 7th), Extraterrestrial Abductions Day (March 20th), National Peanut Butter And Jelly Day (April 2nd), Love A Tree Day (May 16th), Insurance Awareness Day (June 28th), Sidewalk Egg Frying Day (July 4th), Sneak Some Zucchini Onto Your Neighbor’s Porch Day (August 8th), Fight Procrastination Day (September 6th), Virus Appreciation Day (October 3rd), Marooned Without A Compass Day (November 6th) and National Ding-A-Ling Day (December 12th).
“Please Sir, can I have some more?”
She’s been helping her parents prepare a variety of dishes for their dinner party tonight. It’s nothing big - just a few relatives and family friends (who double as the best drama teachers ever). She’s preparing to make Stained Glass Jelly, an awesome looking dessert, but she knows it won’t look as good when she’s done with it.
She’s quite confused as to how her family could possibly throw a dinner party with no floors. Their family builder took out all the carpets yesterday so that they could get floorboards put in while they were in Sri Lanka. Now they have a disgusting looking floor with rusty nails and staples and god knows what. It’ll be interesting to see the look on the guests faces when they enter her house and realise there are no floors. Hmmm…
She’s sitting at the computer scrunching up her face in agony as she writes this. Her mother, feeling cruel, fed her an olive. Olives are disgusting - it’s not a matter of opinion, it’s a fact. The Girl’s had this olive in her mouth for about half an hour. She’s tried to swallow it like a pill, but it’s so big that there’s a good chance she’ll choke. She’s also tried biting it every few minutes to make it a little smaller, but the taste is unbearable. She even forcing it down her throat with the aid of some Ice Coffee, but she feared she may condition herself into hating Ice Coffee and so went straight back to square one. How on Earth does she get this olive out of her mouth!? She can’t throw it in the bin - that’s not an option, she refuses to take the easy way out. She’s really frustrated by this bitch of an olive.
Well not much she can do about the stupid olive, she’ll chow it down eventually, until then it can sit comfortably against the inside of her cheek and she can look like a chipmunk. Time for her to go and make her Stained Glass Jelly!
Oh scrap that crap about the olive. The Girl was sent outside byt her mother to pick up some run away bag and she managed to rid herself of the olive once and for all. It’s under the quince tree, but nobody needs to know!
Ah, shit! Never mind about the Stained Glass Jelly either, for the girl just realised they have no gelatin or agar agar mix at home. Fail.
“It’s just a number…right guys?! Guys…?”
The Girl waited until after her parents left for work before sneaking onto the computer. As much as she dreaded checking her ATAR - she knew she’d have to get it done sooner or later. She didn’t realise how much her heart was thudding or how desperately she needed to empty her bladder until she’d eyed her results - after that - nothing. Her heart rate was back to being normal and her thoughts of nervous peeing were gone. She hadn’t crumpled into tears and she hadn’t screamed in euphoric shock - she’d just shrugged and realised that her she’d done as she had expected to - not better and not worse.
She almost laughed at how well she was taking things - after all most people were under the impression that the ATAR was supposed to either make or break their lives. She’d never really believed the statement and she certainly wasn’t going to believe it now. The Girl doubted that she’d be grieving about little things like ATAR on her deathbed. It was just a number. A stupid number - that, in the bigger perspective of things didn’t really mean all that much. After all - there are so many paths you can take to get to Mordor where you want to go and if you let something as small as a number stop you - then maybe you don’t really deserve to get to where you want to go.
She was fortunate enough to get into the course she’d wanted – Science At Melbourne University, but who knows. This girl is the kind of girl who changes her mind more often than she changes her clothes (that’s not saying that she doesn’t change her clothes – she just changed her mind a heck of a lot), but for now she’s content with how things are going! The only thing she’s not so happy about is the flood of phone calls she’ll be getting from busy body Sri Lankan uncles and aunts (people she’s not really related to) wanting to know how she went so they can either feel satisfaction at her misfortune or jealousy at her achievements. She’d decided she wasn’t going to let them feel anything except for embarrassment (unless of course they were actually close family friends who were calling out of genuine concern). After all, most of these so called uncles and aunts are the type of people who don’t give a shit about you until some kind of big drama they can gossip about crops up in your life. They don’t bother visiting or even asking after your terribly sick father but feel no shame in calling up out of the blue to ask about your ATAR score – well they’d better watch out ‘cos this girl isn’t about to give them what they want. She’ll lash out with seemingly innocent words which when understood correctly will be a kick to the pants of all busy bodies. Wish the girl luck!
