front view (with mich)
And if you thought i was wearing too much make up*cough jonny cough*, check this out.
And that isn't all. see that necklace? took me AGES and lots of back and shoulder and neck pain over hours hunched over small beads. fun but painful:P it was cos my original necklace broke and i was bored. and i also designed this cos my arms were bare. looks a bit strange cos of the angle but you get the idea. directions is fun:P
look evil mich and steph! well i suppose not so much evil..solemn?
and crazy kim and steph! 
abededebede a dat's all folks!...and to all a good night
7:26 pm
alone* in the rain;
hum..humm...so sorry dear pple for not updating in ages and eons and yada yada...after exams i was so tired and got sick (as you do after exams, if you're lucky enough not to have already gotten sick DURING exams). I went shopping with michelle and found really cheap material ($5/m!!!) so i wanted to make a dress. nevermind i've never done one before or know how to sew properly or anything:P i'm an idealist i am:P anyoldhow..i asked the nice lady how much and she said oh if you're not sure what kind of dress(cos i didnt) you're making then take about twice as much so maybe 3 metres..and here i was thinking 4 or 5. anyway...turns out there was a little tear in the material and it was the end of the roll so she ended up giving it all to me so i got about 4.5 metres and paid for 3:P which made it even more of a bargain. then i called my wonderful aunt who has an overlocker(to make sure the ends dont fray..is that how you spell it?) and a sewing machine and she dropped them off at my place. and i went into full designer mode. except it's heaps heaps harder than i expected....i find i have a tendency to alwyas go for the more difficult things first..i mean nevermind starting with simple skirts, here i am trying to make a formal dress. sad to say..after days of attempting to not look like a flower and measuring and cutting and unstitching mistakes....and more measuring and cutting and unstittching mistakes...and did i mention unstitching mistakes??? hey maybe with all the experience i've gotten i can get a job in unstitching...*deadpan look on steph's face*
so after working myself half blind..i go off for missions for directions. which was fun...quite quite fun. i love camps and missions cos you really get to know the pple in that group so much better. we went to toowoomba and cherbourg and chinchilla and dalby and murgon, and performed for a variety of shapes and sizes. it's really interesting how the different schools had such different responses to us. the best was in cherbourg i think with the aboriginal kids. adorable...and so so friendly. they'd go up to random pple and start talking or playing with them and stuff. and when we performed you could see them all enjoying themselves or moving to the rhythm. you'd even see a few trying to mouth the words. and we had a couple of games and painting or sport and during one of the games i somehow managed to get a few girls attached to me. seriously a girl came sat next to me and a few minuttes later just took my hand and said she liked me. kids have a way of lifting you up with just a smile or a look or a couple of words. and you know that their affection for you is heartfelt and sincere and it just lifts you high above your problems or worries, bettter than any drug ever could, and when you come floating down there's always another kid waiting to raise you back up again. i dunno it's hard to describe...how can anyone not like kids...ahem..back to the story..um...well, anyway that afternoon when we came back we had all these other things like a mini sort of fair with bubbles and facepainting and more craft like making bracelets or whatever. and i was supposed to be doing craft...but i really wanted to do facepainting, so i just started doing it. i'm sure the kids didnt mind. you know i was wondering...it's quite strange that despite having dark skin and hair, quite a few aboriginals have beautiful green or light coloured eyes...isnt that strange?i wish i had green eyes. they're cool. anyways...did a few spiderman faces an butterflies and flowers. it was really hard for us to tell the boys from the girls sometimes so there was a boy who wanted a butterfly on his face(cos i did butterflies on the entire face) and i didnt even realise(neither did bec) that he was a boy till all these kids came up and were like hey he's a boy you know. and bec and i just looked at each other and i said well if he wants a butterfly i dont see anything wrong with that. but i made it mroe boyish colours as compared to like purple and pink. it wasn't till sat night(missions was from wed to sun) that i got really really sick. so i had to miss the sunday performances at the church and one of the songs was an octet that i was a part of along with another girl bianca who was also sick so we had to get substitutes:p hehe..so yes...being sick is not fun...but that was my missions update.
oh yah!...and on our sort of free day on saturday, i got to go on a swing!!!!! weeeee!!!! which i haven't done in way too long. and poor caleb had to hmm...for lack of a better word...let's say 'analyse' pple's characters..which was quite interesting. he had a very good way of choosing the most applicable word to describe a person, which i find hard to do...i suppose cos i see it in a more abstract way.(again for lack of a better word:P)i should invent my own words..except then only i would know what they mean, cos the whole point of making up a word is that you couldnt find a word that already existed that meant what you were trying to convey. now did that make sense? ehehe..i think one of the things michelle and i discussed was the whole idea of being alone and being lonely. cos there are pple who like to be alone sometimes and pple who would think that they want to be alone but then realise that they were alone and feel lonely. personally, i enjoy my times of solitude, and i dont really mind being alone sometimes altho other times i'll be like...ooh where are my friends?? michelle on the other hand really dislikes being alone. surrounded by pple she must be...ehehe...i feel another poem coming on...along with the 3 or so odd others that i have that refuse to come out. "my frustration is immense" ahh good old writer's block...hopefully i dont cough to death before then. ttfn
5:08 pm
alone* in the rain;
