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all american dinner, fill up on the beef and sausages!
tag team.


joy. this was absolute joy. i was in venice again. the calm waters, just as you step off the balcony. a coffee, and the ambience that made me want to quit uni and live here forever.. and just about then, ashley came out and said: "is there a university in mandurah?" then, i changed my mind and said: "if you want to be eaten alive by the million mosquitos that are preying your face now."
victory ashelles! caught another one of the blowwies, and of course i caught another one of his indecent exposures.
it took alot of team work to catch them fish. team'-work.i fed them with one whole loaf of frozen bread, watched the boys fish them out one by one and jump around like a little kid when i saw them bloat.
and... by the time the sun set, we caught 20 of em' poisonous fish. and you won't want to know what these sadistic boys did.. i'll tell you... they outraged one blowfish at the time, made sure they expanded into a balloon ball and took their golf clubs out and were pitching their bloat jenny's into the canal. it was mass murder.
have you guys played the game of chi-ko-pa before? ashelles and falique took this half witted game too far. they played it everywhere they went, every step they took... you could hear them having a faceoff. annoying as it can be, they were chi-chi, pa-pa, ko-ko half the night when everyone else was trying to sleep.
i cant commit to memory, but this was one thing that made me recollect what was left of my childhood. the vibrant colours, the loud antagonizing trance music, the little children and the forlorn ferris wheel. 
oh, and did i mention the bumper cars? they were euphoric. excellent when all of us were ready for head on collisions. it was like.. we were really driving, and our mission was to kill each other. bring on the road rage.
did i also mention, we were the biggest kids at the fair? biggest kids and the biggest bullies. we were going to break the rules anyway, otherwise.. whats the point of driving up all the way to mandurah and not make history? we pissed every adult there that was chaperoning their kid, and of course made the retirees wait about 15 mins behind us while we all took eternally to putt- at mini golf. my mom would be so proud of me, because i had birdie.
the abandoned train wreck. no one wanted to take this ride, everyone was too vicious to want to sit on these that would just consistently go round and round till you fall asleep. not even the little ones chose this ride, i guess it really made us feel sick just looking at it. 
a quiet settlement, with 90% of retirement homes. slow and steady vs. fast and rational.
and when u thought no one is around, a whisper of a secret is all the camera needs to know the truth. cruel cruel intentions the camera has.
and the beauty of foreshore was within reach.
trev is iron man.
so you think we are friends, i dont think so. (those in perth, big brother commercial might ring the bell.) 

we had dinner, and we were convinced we were done eating for the day. baskin robbins ice cream anyone? oh, and after the trip.. i put on another 3 kgs- another one of my breaking the rules. i feel like shit.
rise above. this shot will be perfect for our photography project ashlelles! i love it, it reminds me of jesus.
welcome to vine hollywood, bevelles.
quintuplets.

all good things must come to an end. well, 2 days has passed us so quickly.. and we have to drive back to perth and resign to what our parents mother sent me here for in the first place.