in a showdown which can only be matched by the red team vs. the blue team on the biggest loser...
hoodies or rugby jumpers, where do you stand?

for those of you whom occasionally read this blog yet don't go to MGHS (ie. samuel) i give a little background: we get two items of yr 12 clothing, an outer garment, and an under garment. the under garment is a t-shirt, the outer garment is a hoodie or rugby jumper, decided upon by a democratic vote.

hoodies won i believe. a minority of those who wanted rugby jumpers were outraged as 'only weirdos wear hoodies' and 'hot people war rugby tops' and so they decided to get a partition stated to amend a democratic vote. anywho, i don't know if anybody else noticed but the petition was signed by 'hot azns * 12'.

if we got rugby jumpers we may as well also get 'scotchies', a rowing club on the yarra and indeed a personal taxi for each member of the chess team to chaparone them from their house to the game location.

yes, i said, rugby tops are generally for private schools, hoodies for public.

thanks physics educational clickview clip, i now the know "the lesson to be learned it not to be hit side on by large objects" when driving a car (i don't think they had side airbags)

in an odd series of events, creepy binh now goes to FC with sam. i went to primary school with the pham twins, both of them went into the accelerated learning program at williamstown high, then in yr 9, thai got scholarshipped to westbourne, binh ended up at MHS. apparently binh was expelled last year for 'being dumb'(now normally i would be cynical, i've never heard of anyone being booted out for failing to have the neurons firing right, but then again, i highly doubt this guy did a kerry and racked up to school high as a kite).

anywho, when i refer to him as creepy binh, its not an overstatement. he followed me home. to my house, because he 'likes the walk' - he lives over an hours walk away from maureen's place. the whole journey trying to make conversation about how he started 'cutting himself' becuase he thought it would be 'funny'. and in case i forgot to mention, he followed me home. apparently my subtle hints of directly saying to his face 'please just go home to your own house' weren't clear enough. i'm sure samuel will remember the time of uncensored PDA at footscray station in an attempt to stop creepy binh following me home.

from an essay i asked samuel to proof: "kham, you refer to the gulf war as the golf war"

so i went to the super living expo, previously know as the cruelty free expo. vegan strength didn't show, which was quite the dissapointment, samuel was looking everso forward to being a muscular manly man in front of everybody. those two little vegan from screw were there volunteering(noor knows the ones), as was a MHS boy who decided to wear his p.e. jumper on a sunday for some reason.

there was soo much vegan foodz, and i must admit, samuel and i went a little crazy: curry, samosa, dumplings, spring rolls, cheesecake, sorbet and many a free sample (including cheezley, chocolate and vege chips). and i know your all sniggering 'fatties' under your breath, but its not often one stubles across vegan mock-meat curry and vegan cheesecake in the one location.

i would have done the whole thing differently. vincents, lotf, bakeries and tofutti-cuties should have been there, and some bands that weren't hippy bands would have helped with the turn-out. and the speakers could have been better: too much spirituality and meditation crap and not enough legitimately helpful information (ie. talk of nutrition, additives and medications would not have gone astray, nor would have the screening of films - for example, your mommy kills animals).

but all in all, it wasn't a waste of my time or monies.

World’s First: Vegan Strip Club Opens in Portland, Oregon

carol adams is turning in her grave.

apparently i just can't write an essay. by that i mean of course i can, i just can't write proper english sentences.

kham's hot vegan tip: aldi hot cross buns are "suitable for vegans and vegetarians". they're all right. now i know bread with spices and fruit should technically be vegan, but i also know most chain bakeries don't make any vegan breads, most supermarket buns arn't vegan, and you try extracting that kind of information out of a footscray bakery (i reference samuel's pork bun incident).

kham's hot tip for people who don't give a shit about foodz vegan-status: pop into aldi anywho for a shiny new unicyle built for you (well, not actually built for you personally, but it rhymes with two). of all the random crap aldi flogs, next week it's unicycles, i can only anticipate the aldi monkey bike. actually, i was quite impressed that they managed to find somebody to model the unicycle whom could acutally ride sed unicycle.

flowers are for mothers...

which is why i'm purchasing this for valentines day for samuel:

Okay, so class run-down (which I’m sure tim/chris will delight in when my blogs address gets set to the admin for ‘pornography’ when somebody tries to access the old kham blog at school)

Eng Lang: if you’ve been lobotomised, this is the class for you: slow moving and incredibly draining; has a yr 9 and 10 english vibe (a lot of reading from the textbook, which by the way is a tab ‘simplistic’*, and a lot of small pointless group activities); though M. is nice enough and I can’t really make a legitimate judgement about her professionalism three lessons into the course.

Methods: after the first lesson, I concluded I was going to go out and get a tutor (despite the personal shame and grievance it will cause me – the fact is I can afford such tutoring, others in the class and certainly other in the state cannot).

Physics: Emily bailed after her first class, R. is alright, just easily distracted. Easily distracted by the two annoying and distracting people who go back and forth over the most irrelevant and pedantic shit. They’re both far too highly strung and they’re both far too condescending (intentionally, or not): “doesn’t it annoy you that the textbook is wrong?” (the textbook wasn’t wrong, it was simplified for VCE level physics, this person was just trying to proclaim their knowledge all things physics – and it was an utter waste of my time and of the classes time). Also, it does not help me to image as if I were a feather or diving into a pool, I understand the theory, I was trying to clarify a specific. On thinking of myself as a feather, I don’t appreciate being spoken to like an idiot because you misunderstood my question, as you were too busy asking if the can was empty or full (the contents is irrelevant, the vesicle still has mass).

Chem: fuck yeah, the only subject I’m satisfied with




* in joke: aimed to exclude those who are not ‘in’

apparently the blood bank does not want my blood.
oh well, i guess they're only missing out on damn common blood.
it took my mother three kids and thirty years to qualify to give blood.
she was perfectly healthy, just really petite and slender, way back when the qualifying weight was 100 pounds. i don't really see how weight plays a part in a persons ability to give blood,other than they have less blood and so couldn't give as much, but still, they're the ones asking for blood. i guess it must be something to do with their insurance.