BACK FROM LONG HIATUS.

I haven't been writing in this blog lately because my ranting power had temporarily been swallowed by a bloated whale which had had enough of eating krill and wanted to eat KFC. My ranting power is the closest food to KFC as I frequently DEFEND Aussie KFC as people keep targeting poor Colonel Sanders and his supposedly "mistreatment of chickens" which in actual fact ARE NOT mistreated in Australia as KFC acquires its chicken from Inghams, a company which acquires its meat from FARMERS. Just by spreading false lies of chickens getting thrown into walls (which is also not true, why take more time throwing chickens when you can kill them by simple means of decapitation?) is depriving a poor, bogan farmer - who has worked knee deep in cow poo since birth of his/her income. And no, I'm not ranting at the Black Guy who was angry at the American KFC due to its inability to identify Black people as the founders of KFC.

Yesterday I played paint-ball with a few friends in Riverstone, near Blacktown. NO THIS POST IS NOT ABOUT BLACK PEOPLE although some black guy tried picking me up on Monday night because he thought I was an "escort" but that's not the point. (Wow, lately my life has surely been revolving around black people.) Don't get me wrong, I really admire black people. It's just that paint-ball just happened to be near Blacktown.
I got a few bruises and was red all over from the paint. :S Don't really wanna think about it 'cause I got owned really badly and it's not one of my happier memories.

You see, that's pretty much all I did these holidays, besides church camp. Church camp was inspirational, meaningful and eye-opening. There isn't much to talk about in regards to it as there are some issues in which I don't want to delve.

I've been really tired lately and although there are obviously, negative aspects of fatigue, I can think of one slightly positive aspect - I can rant at almost anything that exists! Alright, it seems PREETTTYYY negative to you right now eh? But it's amusing to me ... when I'm alone ... and there's nothing to do ... but to rant at the tree which has parked itself outside my house. Incidentally, this tree blocks my view of the nice, wealthy and well-established Indian household across the street. It's a very forward tree - forward in terms of its ability to shed its clothes skin + leaves. When it's COLD it takes off all its bark and leaves and just leaves it around. The wind picks up all the leaves and blows onto OUR lawn and OUR driveway and OUR garage and UGH every Winter, it takes us at least 2 hours a week to clean. And it's pretty ugly too. (Sorry for coming across as being superficial but DAYUMM is this tree ugly.)

I really dislike trees. I want to chop them all down. In fact along with Oxygen, trees give out CARBON-DIOXIDE (respiration baby, learnt it in Year Eight?). Apparently, some guy died 'cause he accidently fell asleep in his green house. How so? The trees SUFFOCATED him. Trees only give out Oxygen when there's sufficient sunlight, kay? There is no sunlight at night, unless you live in like Antarctica or something so therefore trees are bad.

Okay you're probably thinking, "Man this chick probably had a bad childhood." Well you're quite right. I once had a favourite tree upon which I used to climb, everyday, all day. But then it broke. And I cried and cried and cried. The End. Cool story, bro. (: