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Ever wondered what goes on in her mind?
My name is Alethea.
I am 14 years old
I have this delusional thing that my name is the best name in the world, but that's just my subconciousness trying to grasp some part of myself that is not self loathing.
I have almost non existent self esteem. Even though I play 3 instruments (well, lets just leave it at 3) and I am supposedly I am a gymnast (I think I am too fail to be under that title), I'm under the impression I am bad at everything. (Which I am!)
I have a very obsessive nature. I am also quite unpredictable and unreliable and I'm scared of being social.
On of my special talents is yodelling.
That's how weird I am of course.
I like talking using words with more that 3 syllables to make it sound as if I am speaking a language other than English, even though that's the only language I speak. I'm a disgrace to Asians apparently because I cannot speak the language in which my complexion screams out otherwise.
I am obsessed with big words and psychological disorders and paradoxes of all kinds.
I have survived through a 7.1 magnitude earthquake and numerous aftershocks, and been to 7 different schools in my life. (And 5 gym clubs and I don't even want to start counting the teachers.)
I fear I am a pessimist.
Sometimes I am a grammar freak too.
This blog is to help other understand what goes on in my head.
Good luck with that!
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ramblings of a teenage girl
My name is Alethea.
I am 14 years old
I have this delusional thing that my name is the best name in the world, but that's just my subconciousness trying to grasp some part of myself that is not self loathing.
I have almost non existent self esteem. Even though I play 3 instruments (well, lets just leave it at 3) and I am supposedly I am a gymnast (I think I am too fail to be under that title), I'm under the impression I am bad at everything. (Which I am!)
I have a very obsessive nature. I am also quite unpredictable and unreliable and I'm scared of being social.
On of my special talents is yodelling.
That's how weird I am of course.
I like talking using words with more that 3 syllables to make it sound as if I am speaking a language other than English, even though that's the only language I speak. I'm a disgrace to Asians apparently because I cannot speak the language in which my complexion screams out otherwise.
I am obsessed with big words and psychological disorders and paradoxes of all kinds.
I have survived through a 7.1 magnitude earthquake and numerous aftershocks, and been to 7 different schools in my life. (And 5 gym clubs and I don't even want to start counting the teachers.)
I fear I am a pessimist.
Sometimes I am a grammar freak too.
This blog is to help other understand what goes on in my head.
Good luck with that!
"You're crazy!"
"I know!"
That's right, I wrote a couple more hundred words for your boredom/entertainment. As usual, ignore the tense changes, some of it was written on the go and other bits were recall :P
DAY TWO
I was forced to sleep on the sofa bed with my sister, and so my back hurts like crazy because of the bed configuration. All beds, including sofa beds should pull out flat right? Well this particular sofa bed pulled out like a lopsided canyon, sunken in the middle, rising higher on one side (where your head goes) and rising (but not as high) on the other side. And unfortunately since I sleep like some sort of seal on my tummy, I must have been sleeping like a banana. Conveniently, I went to bed at 12.30pm and woke up at 5.30, a restful (cues sarcasm) sleep for me on a delightfully retarded sofa bed. =.=
We're out of there now though, back in the shiny white van of course! I'm munching througha ginormous bag of salsa doritos, these things TASTE SO GOOD! It is still raining, I'm not sure whether it just looks like it's heavy because the van is going so fast or whether it 's actual downpour. Either way, we're driving away from Rotorua now. Back to the rural road of course, pine forest on the left, and nocholant sheep chewing on the right, neither of which I am keen on. BUt because we are travelling at 100km an hour, the scenary changes (not dramatically) in the time it takes for me to tyoe every sentence. So imagine each ffull stop as a change of scenery (my words per minute is 55+, if you want to calculate times, I can;t see anyone being bothered though). THere's little streams f water on each side of the road, makeshift drains I suppose so there musy be rain here often.
DETOUR
Dad turned into some detour, and we took a look at some mud pools. It was magnificently awesome, my sister thought it was disgusting, but I found it fascinating (because I'm weird). We then drove back round to a shop selling honey, but it was rather disappointing. I thought the people running the shop were rather unhelpful, preferring for us to use our own discretion rather than help us as they should have (well, that's why I though anyway).
ICE CREAM AND HONEY
We found another decent honey place...with testers! And I had ice cream, because Kapati is just too hard to resist...apple cinnamon and coffee (a scoop of each) plonked on a waffle cone, despite the fact that it was STILL raining) became my best friends for the time before they entered my tummy. nom nom nom
5 minutes after the ice cream/honey place, we pulled up to a kiwifruit orchard with giftshop and all. Me, still stuffing my face with ice cream (tastes so good!) and all the other girls in the car (the little boy was zonked out and the driver, exhuasted) went for a browse, and then far a camwhore (not me!) in front of the giant kiwifuit sculpture. I must have consumed about an accumalative tablespoon of manuka honey- UMF 10+ (just saying, it just means that it's really good for you I think).
TE PUKE
Next little (ish) town stop, Te Puke. (For non kiwis/people with no NZ or Maori experience, It does not rhyme with the English word equivelant to barf, you have to say each syllable individaully). We walked around scouting for somehting to eat cos it was aout 1,30pm and I'd had the most out of everyone (an ice-cream and some rice cracker things). No luck, we got a pie or two and shared them throughout the van but we were still pretty hungry. I can't explain why I always feel ravenous (if I ever turn food away, DO NOT ask me if I'm sure, because if you hold food in front of my face any longer I'm likely to grab the packet and run scoffing the lot as I go... so GET FOOD AWAY FROM ME!)
Anyways, after a little more driving and strolling, we gave up and drove on. How long for, I canpt remember, I seem to lose track how long I stare at green grass and ponder aimlessly for.
TAURANGA
The rain subsided a little, not completely, but enough that we didn't need to hold on to our jackets for dear life. I must say, Tauranga has some pretty impressive infrastructure for such a minor town. I think NZ needs to upgrade more of it's towns into cities. Anyway, we headed to the beach, where a vessel is spilling oil into the ocean. There were temporary warning signs everywhere, the oil spill has made national (if not international) headlines and the authorities are keen to show everyone they aren't completely useless. There were people sporting visibility vests and escorting people off the beach while other people donned bright blue gloves and attempted to scoop the oil and sludge off the beach. Naturally, it was cloudy (raining remember?) so visibility out to sea wasn't so good, but you could still make out the outlines of the abandoned vessel out on the water, helplessly spurting oil on the horizon. Depressing stuff.
SCENARY
We're driving home now. I can tell my dad's getting impatient with all the stopping and starting and eating and shopping. The scenary's changed again. It's more than the typical cows and sheep now. We're starting to see some kiwifruit orchards and rivers/lakes, or though I have a feeling their temporarily caused by the torrent of rain coming from above. A third of the people in the van are sleeping (obviously I'm not one of them!), but I suppose you can't help it in conditions like this, grey skies just can't help but make you feel groggy.
MINES
We've stopped somewhere. Everyone's awake. The big white van is stationary, parked along side a river (which I thought I saw some sort of creepy black thing swimming in before), with a creepy looking bridge. No fear! There is a sign that says there is a maximum of 10 persons allowed at one time...what does that tell you about the bridge? Once we're on, it starts swaying like mad, this is mainly because one of my hyperactive sisters is jumping up and down on it. The river looks tepid, with bubbling froth atop the murky green water, it's impossible to tell how deep it is. The other side of the river sees us to a sign tht tells us that we can take a series of walks along the river. We cross another bridge, which is even wobblier than the last! There are concrete ruins, and the rocks at our feet sport a rusty tinge.
We finally decided to go for a walk, there is a warning sign cautioning us to take care of younger children and take a torch if we have one. I figured my crappy phone would be sufficient so we set off, (me, my granma's friend; Crystal, and two of my awesome sisters). The youngest of my sisters runs up a random staircase and we follow her. It's wet and muddy, but the water reside on the top and we know which puddles to avoid. The ground is yellow and orange, so it's either clay soil or some sort of mineral. We're following a traintrack, very high up some sort of hillside, but you can still hear the thrashing of the river along side. After about 5 minutes of walking, the track gets muddier and my sister spots a cave. We're apprehensive, but as we approach, we realise that there is light visible at the enf of the cave, so we proceed anyway. The cave is nothing compared to the one we're about to encounter. We go through 3 caves, but the third cave is PITCH BLACK. My stupid torch does nothing, so about half way into this third cave we back out. Well, everyone backs out, so I have no choice. Fail.
And so we start to walk back. About 5 minutes back, we encounter an alternate staircase leading downwards and I persuade everyone to go down it, I mean, if we're too freaked to go into a pitch black cave we can at least try another path. We see a lot of ruins along the way. Barely 3 minutes into the walk, Crystal starts to get agitated and Tasha (the big sister, well little to me but still) and Helain (the smaller sister) back her up. I keep walking so they are forced to follow me. (Bhahaha! I am the Dictator...)
We see a lot of ruins, with little information boards and Tash makes a video of the whole thing.
And you know what? We made it out! Gee, people never trust me. We had to cross the same two bridges as before to get back, but it was totally worth it. Made me feel alright about eating so much. When we got back to the van I'm sure everyone was a lot more energised than when we set off before, especially us cool people who had gone for a little trek through the wilderness.
PAEROA
The little town with the L 'n' P bottle was shouting out PHOTO OPPORTUNITY to my mother so we had to stop. I am ashamed to say there is now a putrid photo of me on my mother's camera. I must delete it when we get home. Crystal, being a retired rhythmic herself, did some uber flexi moves, and a random hobo on a motorbike wolf whistled, which was exceptionally amusing :P
ON THE ROAD AGAIN
We are all starving, and Dad is driving hard and erratically. The box cart is jarring from side to side. I'm ravenous (naturally) again, even though there's loads of biscuits and cookies and fuge and marshmallows, but I need something savoury. Drive faster Dad!
AUCKLAND!
And we've pulled up at a random Chinese restaurant. There are 9 of us, and 12 seats at the table, but as usual I sit by myself (that's right, even with my one blood relations I sit by myself). I'm not hungry anymore. My underweight sister has lost another 2 pounds, I am astounded by her progress...IT'S SO UNFAIR!
BUt fatness aside, I am home now, which is ultimately why I am able to post this...
I will add photos in a while...
And one of the normal schizophrenic sounding posts as you love me for.
Stay tuned!
"I know!"
★ Rotorua Day 2 ★
Wednesday, October 12, 2011 ( 9:14 PM )
That's right, I wrote a couple more hundred words for your boredom/entertainment. As usual, ignore the tense changes, some of it was written on the go and other bits were recall :P
DAY TWO
I was forced to sleep on the sofa bed with my sister, and so my back hurts like crazy because of the bed configuration. All beds, including sofa beds should pull out flat right? Well this particular sofa bed pulled out like a lopsided canyon, sunken in the middle, rising higher on one side (where your head goes) and rising (but not as high) on the other side. And unfortunately since I sleep like some sort of seal on my tummy, I must have been sleeping like a banana. Conveniently, I went to bed at 12.30pm and woke up at 5.30, a restful (cues sarcasm) sleep for me on a delightfully retarded sofa bed. =.=
We're out of there now though, back in the shiny white van of course! I'm munching througha ginormous bag of salsa doritos, these things TASTE SO GOOD! It is still raining, I'm not sure whether it just looks like it's heavy because the van is going so fast or whether it 's actual downpour. Either way, we're driving away from Rotorua now. Back to the rural road of course, pine forest on the left, and nocholant sheep chewing on the right, neither of which I am keen on. BUt because we are travelling at 100km an hour, the scenary changes (not dramatically) in the time it takes for me to tyoe every sentence. So imagine each ffull stop as a change of scenery (my words per minute is 55+, if you want to calculate times, I can;t see anyone being bothered though). THere's little streams f water on each side of the road, makeshift drains I suppose so there musy be rain here often.
DETOUR
Dad turned into some detour, and we took a look at some mud pools. It was magnificently awesome, my sister thought it was disgusting, but I found it fascinating (because I'm weird). We then drove back round to a shop selling honey, but it was rather disappointing. I thought the people running the shop were rather unhelpful, preferring for us to use our own discretion rather than help us as they should have (well, that's why I though anyway).
ICE CREAM AND HONEY
We found another decent honey place...with testers! And I had ice cream, because Kapati is just too hard to resist...apple cinnamon and coffee (a scoop of each) plonked on a waffle cone, despite the fact that it was STILL raining) became my best friends for the time before they entered my tummy. nom nom nom
5 minutes after the ice cream/honey place, we pulled up to a kiwifruit orchard with giftshop and all. Me, still stuffing my face with ice cream (tastes so good!) and all the other girls in the car (the little boy was zonked out and the driver, exhuasted) went for a browse, and then far a camwhore (not me!) in front of the giant kiwifuit sculpture. I must have consumed about an accumalative tablespoon of manuka honey- UMF 10+ (just saying, it just means that it's really good for you I think).
TE PUKE
Next little (ish) town stop, Te Puke. (For non kiwis/people with no NZ or Maori experience, It does not rhyme with the English word equivelant to barf, you have to say each syllable individaully). We walked around scouting for somehting to eat cos it was aout 1,30pm and I'd had the most out of everyone (an ice-cream and some rice cracker things). No luck, we got a pie or two and shared them throughout the van but we were still pretty hungry. I can't explain why I always feel ravenous (if I ever turn food away, DO NOT ask me if I'm sure, because if you hold food in front of my face any longer I'm likely to grab the packet and run scoffing the lot as I go... so GET FOOD AWAY FROM ME!)
Anyways, after a little more driving and strolling, we gave up and drove on. How long for, I canpt remember, I seem to lose track how long I stare at green grass and ponder aimlessly for.
TAURANGA
The rain subsided a little, not completely, but enough that we didn't need to hold on to our jackets for dear life. I must say, Tauranga has some pretty impressive infrastructure for such a minor town. I think NZ needs to upgrade more of it's towns into cities. Anyway, we headed to the beach, where a vessel is spilling oil into the ocean. There were temporary warning signs everywhere, the oil spill has made national (if not international) headlines and the authorities are keen to show everyone they aren't completely useless. There were people sporting visibility vests and escorting people off the beach while other people donned bright blue gloves and attempted to scoop the oil and sludge off the beach. Naturally, it was cloudy (raining remember?) so visibility out to sea wasn't so good, but you could still make out the outlines of the abandoned vessel out on the water, helplessly spurting oil on the horizon. Depressing stuff.
SCENARY
We're driving home now. I can tell my dad's getting impatient with all the stopping and starting and eating and shopping. The scenary's changed again. It's more than the typical cows and sheep now. We're starting to see some kiwifruit orchards and rivers/lakes, or though I have a feeling their temporarily caused by the torrent of rain coming from above. A third of the people in the van are sleeping (obviously I'm not one of them!), but I suppose you can't help it in conditions like this, grey skies just can't help but make you feel groggy.
MINES
We've stopped somewhere. Everyone's awake. The big white van is stationary, parked along side a river (which I thought I saw some sort of creepy black thing swimming in before), with a creepy looking bridge. No fear! There is a sign that says there is a maximum of 10 persons allowed at one time...what does that tell you about the bridge? Once we're on, it starts swaying like mad, this is mainly because one of my hyperactive sisters is jumping up and down on it. The river looks tepid, with bubbling froth atop the murky green water, it's impossible to tell how deep it is. The other side of the river sees us to a sign tht tells us that we can take a series of walks along the river. We cross another bridge, which is even wobblier than the last! There are concrete ruins, and the rocks at our feet sport a rusty tinge.
We finally decided to go for a walk, there is a warning sign cautioning us to take care of younger children and take a torch if we have one. I figured my crappy phone would be sufficient so we set off, (me, my granma's friend; Crystal, and two of my awesome sisters). The youngest of my sisters runs up a random staircase and we follow her. It's wet and muddy, but the water reside on the top and we know which puddles to avoid. The ground is yellow and orange, so it's either clay soil or some sort of mineral. We're following a traintrack, very high up some sort of hillside, but you can still hear the thrashing of the river along side. After about 5 minutes of walking, the track gets muddier and my sister spots a cave. We're apprehensive, but as we approach, we realise that there is light visible at the enf of the cave, so we proceed anyway. The cave is nothing compared to the one we're about to encounter. We go through 3 caves, but the third cave is PITCH BLACK. My stupid torch does nothing, so about half way into this third cave we back out. Well, everyone backs out, so I have no choice. Fail.
And so we start to walk back. About 5 minutes back, we encounter an alternate staircase leading downwards and I persuade everyone to go down it, I mean, if we're too freaked to go into a pitch black cave we can at least try another path. We see a lot of ruins along the way. Barely 3 minutes into the walk, Crystal starts to get agitated and Tasha (the big sister, well little to me but still) and Helain (the smaller sister) back her up. I keep walking so they are forced to follow me. (Bhahaha! I am the Dictator...)
We see a lot of ruins, with little information boards and Tash makes a video of the whole thing.
And you know what? We made it out! Gee, people never trust me. We had to cross the same two bridges as before to get back, but it was totally worth it. Made me feel alright about eating so much. When we got back to the van I'm sure everyone was a lot more energised than when we set off before, especially us cool people who had gone for a little trek through the wilderness.
PAEROA
The little town with the L 'n' P bottle was shouting out PHOTO OPPORTUNITY to my mother so we had to stop. I am ashamed to say there is now a putrid photo of me on my mother's camera. I must delete it when we get home. Crystal, being a retired rhythmic herself, did some uber flexi moves, and a random hobo on a motorbike wolf whistled, which was exceptionally amusing :P
ON THE ROAD AGAIN
We are all starving, and Dad is driving hard and erratically. The box cart is jarring from side to side. I'm ravenous (naturally) again, even though there's loads of biscuits and cookies and fuge and marshmallows, but I need something savoury. Drive faster Dad!
AUCKLAND!
And we've pulled up at a random Chinese restaurant. There are 9 of us, and 12 seats at the table, but as usual I sit by myself (that's right, even with my one blood relations I sit by myself). I'm not hungry anymore. My underweight sister has lost another 2 pounds, I am astounded by her progress...IT'S SO UNFAIR!
BUt fatness aside, I am home now, which is ultimately why I am able to post this...
I will add photos in a while...
And one of the normal schizophrenic sounding posts as you love me for.
Stay tuned!
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I just have more of these times than the average person!
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