A Singaporian Priest...

i have just come back from a mass that i was told that i was going to go to in 15 minutes.
i dont peticularly enjoy mass. its the same old same old, but today something different happened. the priest helper lad, ahha, in the the homily decided he would tell everyone on how he found the fate.
this was a good story.. unitll he decided to never end it. it became such a bore, i even think the preist fell asleep.
but ig uess it was a good mass. but now i like the normal stuff ahah.

so far i told you about when i moved here and my day at working at the pharmacy.
and my father just decided to annoy me by moving the wireless mouse, which is in another room.

this is the other half of my life...
i was born in canberra, do not remember much about it. moved to wagga when i was some age i dont know. i can vagly remember my preschool, it was calleed kookaburaa.
around this time my mum fell pregnant to my sister phoebe, and her twin, sarah. i dont really like to talk about this much but mum had a misscarragie. still to this day i think about having another sister. if she would be different to phoebe or what. i remember her funeral. i was running around like it was a park. shit. now looking back on it i should of paid more respect. i dont think about it much, but thinking about it now it has probably made a big impact on my life




i rememeber my first day of kindergarten. i only knew one person through a family friend but no one else. most of that year i hated school and had no friends.
year 1 i had a teacher who was rumored to be the worst in the school. the one thing bad about her that i can remember was she didnt let you have elbows on the table aha. bt sometime durignthe first term she went on holidays and broke her arm and didnt return for the rest of the year. this year i met up with one of my best mates. and we have been best mates ever since.
year two i cant really remember much of.. besides trying to learn japanese.
year 3 i moved, to tumut. i was nervous as hell on my first day. i remeber trying to find where my classroom was with my mum and dad and then trying to find the teacher. once we found the teacher we showed to a guy. from that day on we have been friends. the rest of my primary years went by making friends and losing friends. thats about it,
highschool started years 7 and 8 i do not remember one bit.
year nine was the best year so far.
i had a great group of friends, was doing pretty well in school and loving life. then around mothers day i found out my mum was pregnant again. i thought it was a big joke. then a couple months later i found out i was moving. it was the worst news ever.

looking back on it, it probably hasnt been as bad as i thought. met heaps of new people, made new friends and everything is sweet.
if i stayed in tumut.... i would probably packing for boarding school. something i did not want to do.

so.. thats basically my lofe story...
untill next time...