Ideas continued, and puppies and frogs

Ok, in case you hadn't noticed the new 'gadgets' installed, I just want to take a moment to point them out. I love that frog. Anyway, as it turned out the family were lovely. They seemed genuinely as interested as we were in being friends, and I'm hoping that's going to last long into the future. K, his friend and I took some canoes we'd borrowed from the neighbour out in to the water. That's because we're right next to the sea. As in walk out the door, and before you've gone two metres, you're feet are wet. Its hard for me to grasp it's the sea though, because the water here's really calm, and all I can see are islands,I can't see the sea, even from the roof. As it turned out, the friend and his family did send us a text to say they were late, it just came half way through lunch. To be honest, if anything it felt a little awkward since Mum and Dad were speaking at half speed, over enunciating and getting louder with each syllable.Clearly they'd forgotten that M, K's friend, had just spent a year in an English school, speaking English. When we took the canoes back in, we used this rusty ramp, and I cut my foot. It looks a lot worse than it actually is, because its bleeding so much. I think, I hope, I pray...Anyway... You know, I'm gonna go now. I'll update tomorrow hopefully, please feel free to comment, thank you Lotti!! I love you too hun, say merry Christmas and happy new year to the others for me. Bye!!

Ideas, Ideas...

So, I really had no idea what to write yesterday. I didn't therefore, and I couldn't really find much to write about today.Well I couldn't at first, until inspiration came knocking. Literally. My brother has a friend who boards in England- he's Hong Kong- Chinese and seems like a nice guy. In spite of the fact that he and his family turned up half an hour late. I don't think they were deliberately trying to be rude, because all three seem really nice, but since we had no contact whatsoever, they could have fallen into Hong Kong harbour (if there is one) for all we'd have known. The relief I felt when I saw their car pull up and a young looking guy get out and look around was indescribable. I mean, it's not like I'm lazy, but I didn't feel like finding out I'd wasted half the day cleaning, helped make a big fancy lunch and laid the table for 7 only to find out I had to put everything back to chaotic normality. I nearly sprinted out to tell them this was indeed my brother's house. Then nearly swallowed all the words back down when K came out smiling unconvincingly and I double checked that this was them. They're still here, so I really should go, I'm being rude, although I feel more like I'm hiding. Their son's my age and I feel stupidly nervous all of a sudden. Anyway, there is one good thing that comes out of this, at least I get the nibbles!!!

Yesterday......'all my troubles seemed so far away'

Hi! I have a follower!!!!!!!!!!!!Thank you very much. Anyway, today, I'm going to talk about yesterday. This is for two reasons. First of all it's 8.53am where I am right now, so there's nothing to say about today yet. Second- a lot of things happened yesterday. First of all, my family and I went to the house of one of the big bosses of Dad's company. He was the guy who hired Dad, so it was a big deal. It was a bigger deal because this guy has an Aston martin DB9- which he was going to let my brother sit in (he's a bit of a petrol head). When we got there, even I could tell that car was gorgeous. Then the big boss guy gave Dad the keys, and said he could go for a drive. Now there's something you have to know about my Dad. Because of his occupation, he, especially in the past 10 years, has been in several car accidents. He has a habit of fiddling with the dashboard and not actually looking where he's going. You can see why this might be a problem; now he's been given the keys to his bosses spotless Aston Martin DB9. I couldn't watch. Whilst they were gone, we decided to let our small Norfolk Terrier have a walk on the grass lawn- since we don't have one. She had a nice walk, then came inside and peed on the big bosses rug. In front of his wife. It was terrible, I had no idea what to do. So I took her outside again, where she started having a fight with their huge part doberman. Our dog went back to the car. Then Dad and K got back, and K was grinning like the Cheshire cat. It was time for us t go- since we were one hour late for our other friends who'd invited us to lunch, and we'd left the wine for them at someone Else's house. Whilst we were driving maniacally around the city, Dad informed us that he'd got most of the way up the street in the DB9 when he realised he'd been driving with the handbrake on. Apparently its difficult to use and they had to get the little book out on the side of the road. I knew something would happen. When we got to the friend's house, I ended up having to deal with the malfunctioning bubble gun, which was eventually fixed, only to run out of bubbles. My Dad looked after the baby girl, and was quite happy to burp her on his shoulder and take her for walks when she cried whilst talking to his old school friend- her father. Which left me entertaining the two 3 and 5 year old boys. We had running races, hula hoop races, stuck in the mud etc Twister was a small problem as I had to manoeuvre my 5"7 body over their two tiny ones whilst my brother relentlessly spun the spinner.After a while I took the chance of a break, and sat happily entertaining the mother with stories of Australia's deadliest and most infamous spiders, and our encounters with them whilst living there. After a few more hours we went home, with plans to go bowling some time. It was all in all, a weird but sort of typical day, and we finished it by sitting down together, and snacking on the remains of our collaborated Christmas dinner and the pavlova I'd made in place of Christmas pudding.

Christmas day, part 1

Hi, here's a tip- on Christmas day, do not allow your mother to tell her twelve year old son he's allowed to come in at 7.30am.I was woken at 6a.m when he got up, got dressed, walked the freakin' dog and came back to, oh joy oh rapture, wake me up. Secondly, when entering the oh-so-not-morning-parent's bedroom, be sure to bring gifts to show you come in peace, like coffee, (or tea). Finally, never ever give said 12 year old brother an electronic harmonica that sounds like an explosion in a speaker factory, especially at the time when there's actually some half decent john mayer, and dixie chicks music in the background, all ready to be throttled!!Ah well, it's the way of the world I guess, although quite frankly, I reckon he'd be happy with a cardboard box. I mean, at least that would be quieter. So far I've got two pretty necklaces, some lipgloss, sweets, and very cute bookmarks by 'The Dog' people- they are awesome. I've also got a little voodoo doll keyring thingy and I'm wondering if I dress it up like K, I can make him be quiet for five seconds. I'm a bit annoyed I'm missing a few of the BBC Christmas specials- luckily I've got some friends to record them, not sure when I'll watch them though...anyway, cat's complaining so I better go before he starts walking on the key board. Merry (peaceful, I wish) Christmas!

HELLO!!!!!!!!

hi there! Welcome. I'm kind of hoping I'll get some visitors in time for the poll to get voted on, I'm honestly curious. If you have any suggestions that you have a burning need to mention, go ahead and drop a line, but anyway, I'm getting distracted. I thought I should probably tell you a bit more about myself. I'm a poet, considered by some as smart, and I enjoy acting. I sing in the choir and play the violin although I know enough musically talented people to no want to claim to be a musician. I'm known as a friend to some and a freak to others. What can I say? You win some, you lose some. I love Twilight, although I haven't yet seen the film, and I also like Maximum Ride, and various other books. I enjoy a lot of music, and funny videos. 5 days ago whilst staying on a tropical island, I helped count and release 5 nests of Green turtle hatchlings to help with their conservation in monsoon like rain near the coast of Malaysia. We counted 363. Minus 2 because they got eaten by baby black tip reef sharks. I've got a couple of fics on fanfic, and I've met the poet laureate, who I had a nice little discussion with.He came to the university my mum works at for a cultural festival. I skipped school to go and he's actually a pretty cool guy. The day before Christmas and I've had to do serious emergency shopping. Normally I wouldn't, but I just moved to Hong Kong, well, sort of, and it kind of got in the way. Plus my Mum saw the boots I was going to give her, and insisted I have them. Which would have been fine, they're gorgeous black leather, and they've got high heels and buckles; except for the sense of guilt I now get every time I wear them, plus a total lack of ideas for alternate presents. Sometimes goodwill and Christmas spirit can obstruct an easy get out. Oh well, that's about it for now, Happy Christmas!!!!