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Blog Post # 71~ Farewell!

2008-06-14T21:55:00.003+10:00

Goodbyes are never pleasant, but this isnt really goodbye. It's merely a... goodbye-and-I'll-see-you-in-better-circumstances. Okay that doesn't sound that pleasant either. The point is, I'm MOVING!

Yupps, Jenny and I figured out we should blog together because that would be so much funner and it would keep us from blogging about the same events, therefore making it less repetitious for people who read both our blogs. It'll also keep our blog more alive. So yes, find the new me at:

http://earmuffed.com

I've had many good times at x3theresa.blogspot.com, after 71 posts and all. Not quite a year, but 71 posts is quite impressiv. But I know it'll be even funner at earmuffed.com. Yes people, so change your bookmarks and get used to typing the new URL (it's an awful lot shorter isn't it?)

Before I'm gone completely, I'd like to leave a nice last impression on this place.
I'd like to thank Van for lending me her credit card for buying the above domain. I'd also like to thank Jenny Lam for agreeing to be my blogging partner, which would make the whole ordeal so much more enjoyable. She also inspired the name of our future blog (yes. Earmuffed. You'll never guess how we came up with that name).

Also a big thanks to people who read my blog regularly, and a bigger thankyou for those who were brave enough to comment and share their thoughts. If it wasn't for the people who keep coming back to read and comment, my blog would've been long dead. Thankyou for motivating me to keep blogging, and for giving me something to do other than yakking to Jenny all day long, and playing Maple Story.

I guess this is goodbye.

That's What Friends Are For

2008-06-10T21:02:00.018+10:00

Okay, so I ended up wearing a skirt to our ice-skating trip. I opted for cute instead of sensible. But it was so not my fault. I woke up at the crack of dawn (literally. I have lost my ability to sleep, so these days, I wake up at 5am in the morning), and decided that I would be sensible. And minutes before I left the house, Jenny Lam insisted I wore a skirt because she was wearing one, and there went all my ability to think sensibly.

Wearing the skirt was a very very bad idea.

I could not bend over to put my skates on, and there were no chairs left to sit on to do up my skates. So I had to get various people in our group to do up my skates for me. Now I'm getting ahead of myself. Lets start from the beginning, shall we?

It turns out my piano lesson ended earlier than expected, and my mum refused to take me to the bakery to buy Jumbo Cookies I promised everyone, so I ended up sitting in front of the ice rink for 40 minutes, desperately texting everyone to hurry up, only to be ignored. Except by Jenny Lam, because she was by far the nicest person to me all day.

When everyone arrived, we struggled to put on our highlyuncomfortable-bostikgluestickblue-leggopiecelike-chunky iceskates. And as soon as we entered the rink, Sophie made it her goal of the day to make me fall over, and as always, Jenny Nguyen followed Sophie and attempted to do the same. Everyone made it their goal to push me over, actually. Except Jenny Lam, because she was by far the nicest person to me all day.

Funny thing is, I never actually fell over on the ice. No, I slipped down the stairs while wearing my skates. Which was really stupid if you think about it, because falling down on the ice is completely ordinary, whereas attempting to climb down stairs wearing highlyuncomfortable-bostikgluestickblue-leggopiecelike-chunky iceskates is kinda stupid, and tumbling down the stairs while wearing highlyuncomfortable-bostikgluestickblue-leggopiecelike-chunky iceskates is even more stupid.

Now that I reflect back, the three hours we spent on the icerink were very dangerous. I mean, people did stuff like trying to tackle each other, wrestle each other, make snowballs from the ice to shove down each other's shirts, putting our hands up in the air when we fell down to make sure no one skated over our fingers, and circling little kiddies. That was Jenny Nguyen and Jenny Lam actually. They were following this poor little girl and circling her like a pack of hungry sharks.

Oh, and while we were in the dead centre of the rink, everyone suddenly decided to display their affection for me by centering me in their group hug. We tried to drift across the rink while being a big blob of people, but that didn't work out too well.

When the session ended, we were all too busy talking to hear the announcement, and only realised when the whole rink was completely empty, and everyone was up in the stands staring down at us. We all decided to skate a bit more with the rink completely empty, and ohmigosh that was cool. I could actually zoom across the rink without the fear of toppling some poor little kid over. I wonder if you can private hire a rink? That would be so awesome. One day when I grow up and get rich, I'm going to have an icerink in my own backyard. Yes people, cherish your friendship with me and make sure you're my friend when I'm rich, then I'll let you skate in my private icerink in my backyard. (And what if I dont get rich, you ask? No not possible. I will get rich. It's like... a plan set in concrete. It will happen. There is no other possibility.)

Then we split a $6 plate of potato wedges, and everyone kept attempting to get Jenny Nguyen to eat some (I swear, she's going anorexic. How could she possibly refuse potato wedges?! Especially with sour cream and sweet chilli sauce?!). Throughout the day, everyone kept chucking dares at Jenny Nguyen. Eat some of this snow and we'll give you 1mil on maple or eat this sourcream and chilli sauve and I'll give you 1mil on maple or even jump in the lake and I'll give you 15mil on maple. Needless to say, she didn't do any of the dares mentioned above, as money-hungry as she may be on MapleStory.

We took quite a long trip to the bus stop, most of which I don't quite remember because I was on the phone with my mum arguing about pick-up places and times. But eventually, we got to the bus stop. Jenny Lam and I hogged two seats, leaving Jenny Nguyen and Sophie seat-less, so they decided to sit on our laps. We had the stupidest conversation ever:

Me : Sophie, get off, your butt is so boney
Jenny Lam: Yeah Sophie, that's what you get for not eating meat. Whereas Jenny Nguyen here has a nice and fleshy butt.

And with that, both Sophie and Jenny N jumped off our laps and stood far far away, while the woman in the corner smirked at us and gave us weird looks.

The rest of the day was pretty pointless. We were all dead by the time we got on the bus, and everyone sat far away from each other in silence. Then we walked very very slowly towards Westfields, where we all sat around in the food court and drank Gloria Jeans coffee.

Yes, the day was pointlessly stupidly funny. And in case you're wondering, no there are no photos for this post. Because I was too scared to bring my camera on the ice in case it broke if I fell, especially with everyone making it their goal to topple me over. I did take a few good photos of Sophie and Jenny L attempting to do Toyota-jumps while I snapped away on my camera, but I am way too capped to be able to upload any photos. So yes.

Death from Laughter

2008-06-05T19:34:00.015+10:00

School is an instrument of torture, invented purely to kill students, day by day, at a very veeerrryyy sloooooooooow speed.

PE in particular. I thought that doing physical exercise gave you endorphines, which supposedly make you happy. Why am I not happy? What's WRONG WITH ME?! Sigh.

On tuesday, we were made to do 100 sit-ups and as many pushups as possible in half a minute. And I have been in a constant state of pain as of that day. I can't do anything without hurting. I hurt everywhere. My stomach, my back, my ribs, my shoulders, my should blades, my upper arms, my lower arms. my front of neck, my back of neck, and... yeh that's about it.

And now, my body has shut itself down and refuses to function. Everything is potentially hurtful to do, especially laughing. I have lost my ability to laugh. I can't let out a hearty HAHAHA anymore. No, it's more of HEH*wheeze*HEH*wheeze*HEH*wheeze*. Sort of like... a few short exhales.

I swear, one of these days, I'm going to laugh so hard, then run out of air from my lung's incapability to get more air due to the extreme pain in my abdominal area, then I will die.

It feels so nice to be back and blogging. Okay, I know it says I blogged 6 days ago, but I think I'll let you in on my little secret.

Okay.

Ready?

I. Have. Not. Touched. This. Blog. For. The. Past. Two. Months.

And that's all thanks to Blogger's new schedule feature! I was bored one day, so I decided to write a million entries up and schedule them so they could leak out sloooooooowly while I was out getting drunk and doing drugs. Kidding. I was actually studying my ass off for the mid-yearly exams, then I celebrated my ass off afterwards. Actually, I did drop in every so often (Maybe only once. For that shopping trip post, but that was just because my feet hurt too much for me to do anything else).

But yes, I am back. I LOVE YOU MY BLOG AND I AM DEEPLY SORRY FOR ABANDONING YOU FOR SUCH A LONG TIME.

But let's get back to business now. I have a zillion things to say, and I'd probably forget half the things I planned to pour into this blog.

Firstly, I have recently upgraded my computer from the ancient Microsoft XP to Vista! It's so strange and new and I still feel like I'm exploring it. While I was transferring my things from my old computer to my new one, I realised how much junk I kept. I have over 200 files in my Received Files from MSN, as well as a zillion super old songs.

I was listening to some of these old songs, and they brought back so many memories. Especially We Belong Together by Mariah Carey. Anyone remember that song? I remember it was a huge hit when I was in year 7 and half the talent quest contestants sang the song, which kind of ruined the song for me.

I have also become crazily addicted to Maple Story. I used to play it a couple of years ago, and I still get nostalgic about it every so often. So my friends and I decided to start again. And now I'm crazily addicted and it occupies 70% of my thoughts. I swear, Jenny Nguyen is such a slut on maple story. She greets all the guys with 'Hey cutie!'. Her aim is to get as many boyfriends as possible, so she can use them and take their money. I am so glad she is not like this outside.

If she turns out like the whore and the golddigger she is on Maple when she grows up, the world better watch out.

Next monday is a public holiday, meaning we'll be going out somewhere or other. We've been looking forward this day for ages now, and we've decided to go ice-skating. It's suitable, non? It's one of the few American Winter Joys which us Australians can enjoy. Actually, it's getting so cold and wet these days that I wouldn't exactly be surprised if snow started falling out of the sky.

But anywhos, ice-skating. I am still contemplating what I should wear. I have two options:

a) I can look cute by wearing a skirt (because wearing skirts with skates is always tres cute!), but by wearing a skirt, I run the risk of falling over, flashing to the world, and freezing my ass off. Or I can opt for b) Wear pants like any normal person would, look ordinary, and save myself from possible embarassment, pain and coldness.

Sigh. Such a difficult decision. The world is such a hard place to live in.

Someone Chuck Me In A Loony Bin

2008-05-31T08:53:00.000+10:00

My cousin Chu-Chu.

The name says it all, doesn't it? His name isn't actually Chu-Chu. It's Francis, but everyone has called him Chu-Chu for as long as anyone can remember. And by saying everyone, I mean everyone. As in, his friends, my friends, his parents, my parents, and his teachers. Yes. Teachers.

Chu-Chu is currently in year 1. He's very accident prone- he's broken his arms god-knows-how-many-times, and he has more stitches on his skin than a tapestry. Oh, and a few weeks ago, he burst his bladder (don't ask me how that happened) and had to have an operation to get it fixed somehow.

Just the other day, there was a family dinner at some distant relative's house (it turned out to be a birthday, although I didn't know this when I showed up), and I found Chu-Chu on the hammock swinging and banging his head against the wall. On closer inspection, I found that he had a band aid on his hair. It's been there for a few days, and no one quite knows how to get it off.

Cake time rolled around. Whenever there's a cake, everyone likes to stampede to and fro the cake, trying to get as many servings as humanly possible.

I was sitting on a particularly comfortable chair, gobbling down my coffee flavoured cheesecake, and watching Chu-Chu's interesting strategy of getting several servings of cake.

He left his plate of cake on the ground, then scurried back towards the cake for yet another slice. While he was gone, my cousin John walked by and stepped in Chu-Chu's cake. There was this comically large shoe-shaped indent in Chu-Chu's cake.

Then Chu-Chu returned, and ate the stepped-in cake, oblivious to my hysterical laughing. And the shoe-shaped indent in his cake. He even commented on the cake, saying 'Yum yum!'

And all I could do was laugh and laugh. While my cousin was eating a squished piece of cake possibly infested with billions of bacteria and germs.

Glamorous Lives of the Rich & Famous

2008-05-25T08:21:00.009+10:00

With our Half-Yearly Examinations over and a full day teacher's strike on the day after, it was the perfect opportunity to go blow some big bucks at Westfields to celebrate. Especially after my spending drought of approximately 2 months. Only, Jenny L and I ended up spending most of our money within the first 45 minutes of our supposed 6-hour shopping trip, so we spent the rest of our time trying on expensive things we knew we wouldn't be able to afford.

So someone (maybe me. I can't remember) came up with the genius idea of trying on a bunch of formal dresses in preparation for our formal later on in the year. First we went to Forever New, and tried on this gorgeous dress we saw. Only, I think I ripped my zipper as I was struggling to zip up my dress, so I quickly returned the dress before someone realises that I perhaps had damaged their dress. However, Jenny was persistent and insisted I helped her zip it up. She thanked me by elbowing me in the nose.

Then we decided to go to the Myer's kid's section, thinking perhaps we might just fit into the kid's size 14 dresses. There's no harm in trying!. Turns out we couldn't even fit in the size 14 dresses because we were too small, so we ended up mostly trying sizes 12 instead.

Richard was telling us how people kept walking by and looking strangely in the direction of the changerooms, and now that I think of it, I suppose we were rather loud in our hysterics. I mean, we did say some pretty stupid things. Like:
'Hey Jenny! Where does my head go?!'

'Hey Richard? Grab me the yellow dress in a smaller size? And chuck it over the door?'

'OH MY GOD JENNY I THINK I'M STUCK'
'No you aren't'
'YES I AM. I CAN'T CLIMB OUT OF THE DRESS'
'Crawl under and I'll help you' (the wall between our two changerooms started 20cm off the ground, so someone could easily climb under if they really needed to.)

We pretended to be perfume-critics, by walking around all of Myers spraying perfume on the strips of cardboard and either commenting 'yuck!' or 'yum!'. I ended up keeping all the perfume strips (all 40 of them), of which I all re-smelt when I went home. I still have them in my room somewhere.

The next crazy idea was to try on all the accessories, fully intending not to buy any of it.

We thought we'd have a giggle in the kid's toy section before we left. It was dead empty in that area, except for this one little kid who kept following us, probably thinking 'what the hell are these weirdos doing taking pictures of themselves with all the toys'

Oh, I saw the giraffe toy below and couldn't help but think of Jenny Nguyen, whose dream is to one day own a pet giraffe. (She has many weird goals. Including one day becoming a cloud, and driving a silver Toyota)

After a day of shopping, I was so tired I could barely walk. I sat down on every seat we passed. and ended up sitting on the elevators, just to give my feet a few seconds of rest.

Another notable event of the day was lunch. Jenny and I decided to split a pizza, because it was SO LOADED WITH TOPPINGS that it was super thick and you couldn't possible eat the thing by yourself. The pizza should have a label on it saying WE GUARANTEE THAT HALF OF THE TOPPINGS ON THIS PIZZA WILL SLIDE OFF AS YOU ARE EATING IT.

That picture only depicts the incidents where we managed to aim for the plate. It does not show the toppings which fell on the table or on the floor.

The day was super fun, although a tad bit too hard on my feet (I KNEW! I shouldn't have worn my 3cm heeled boots. Lucky I downgraded from my 6cm superboots though.)

Raining Cats Dogs, and More Dogs

2008-05-19T20:07:00.000+10:00

Once upon a time, I had a dog. It was really long ago. Like when-I-still-believed-in-Santa long ago. I don't remember it much, but I remember it was black, and white, and huge, and very very fluffy. I am told by my parents that I named this dog Blacky. What a lame name. I don't know what happened to Blacky. It has never occurred to me to ask my parents what happened to it.

We have never had another pet dog after Blacky's mysterious disappearance. Nope, just a tonne of budgies, two cuckoo hens, two baby chicks, 3 goldfish, 78347571354738 fighting fish, and the occasional stray cat. Oh, my next door neighbour had a dog named Snowy, but I don't really think that counts.

Ever since my sister was 8 (and she is now 11. Or maybe 12.), she has been asking my parents for a dog, and they have been making excuses, such as we don't have enough money for a dog, or you're going to starve the poor dog or even okay, we'll get it next year. Which of course, every kid knows is lie, and they won't be ever getting it ever.

But now, we're officially getting a dog. A brown and black Pomeranian. I'll spare you the details of how my sister bamboozled my parents into it, but yes. A dog. We. Are. Actually. Getting. A. Dog. Like in three week's time. And according to my sister:
- it will sleep in the cubby house
- she will walk it every day (HA! As if.)
- it will be named Cinnamon, or Daisy, or Chip, or Yoshi. Most likely Yoshi. After that creature from Super Mario.
- and we will buy a lovely collar for it
- with a lovely name tag thing
- and I will sew this dog many clothes (says she.)

I am now sick and tired of hearing of this dog. Her sentences are punctuated with the word 'dog'. She spends all her time researching dogs on the internet. She dreams about dogs day and night.

And if I hear "did you know that my dog will live up to 19 years?!" again, I will throw myself over our balcony.

And we haven't even received the dog yet.

If things went my way, we would've gotten a Shih Tzu instead. They're so funny. You pronounce their names like 'shit zoo'.

Why I Hate Winter

2008-05-15T18:14:00.001+10:00

1. The utmost important number 1. reason: it's freezing like hell. I just rethought that line over, and realised it makes no sense, because Hell is much warmer. Oh I wish I could feel the warmth of Hell right now :)

2. Your clothes become more static-y than an AM radio channel. Especially those woolly jumpers.

3. Layering doesn't work for me. I love winter clothing (all the scarves, berets, beanies, boots, trench coats ;D), but on super cold days where one must layer their clothing to keep warm, I end up looking like a marshmallow.

4. All those typical winter foods/beverages, like hot chocolate or soup- yes they're warm, but they also scald my tongue. And if I wait for the foods to cool, then the food's wintery-purpose will fly out the window.

5. My winter never meets up to that displayed in Christmas-y movies. The ones where people go outside and make snow people, or they lie on the rug in front of the fireplace. Because A. you can't find that type of snow in Australia, and B. my house does not have a fireplace. No, all we have are electric heaters. Which are damn ugly- not something you can stare at, like a fireplace.

6. It is hard to get up in the morning. Because the sun is never up when my alarm rings, and there are no birds singing (that doesn't actually happen in the other seasons either. Oh wells.)

7. Showering is great, but stepping out of the shower is not so great.

8. People's hair and skin go funny. Because of all the wind and static-y clothes, people's hair go all dry and frizzy. You are also forced to have hotter showers, which makes your skin dry and gives you dandruff.

9. Your nose and toes are constantly about to drop off, and they will be cold regardless of how many layers you put on them.

10. Winter is totally pointless in Australia. In the northern hemisphere, they get Christmas, New Year, Thanksgiving, and all those other fun events in Winter. In winter, we have nothing. There's nothing to do other than coop ourselves in our houses and hide from the cold.

Run Baby Run!

2008-05-11T12:10:00.001+10:00

I would've bought my mum a mother's day present earlier, but you see, I have no money. I was kind of hoping that I would somehow magically find money before mother's day, but yesterday presented itself, and I knew that I wouldn't find money anytime soon. So I borrowed $50 off my dad in hope to find something decent for my mum.

I saw no opportunity for me to go to the shops except before tutor.

I had anticipated going early and spending about 15 minutes looking for a present. Only, things didn't turned out as planned, and I arrived 2 minutes before tutor began. Then I went crazy and thought oh, no matter! I'll run down the street to Priceline, grab something for my mum, then run back up the street, climb two flights of stairs, and go tutor! Yes! In 2 minutes!

Of course, it took much longer than that. I walked into Priceline and pushed and shoved around people, thinking HELLO THERE? FASTER PEOPLE FASTER! I HAVE TUTOR TO GO TO! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW MUCH MONEY MY PARENTS SPEND TO GET ME TUTORED?! EACH MINUTE IS PRECIOUS! GET THE FREAK OUT OF MY WAY!!

Last-minute shopping can be so stressful.

Then I bumped into a sales assistant.

"May I help you?"

"Aaah... no. Actually, yes please!
I'mlookingforamothersdaypresentandIhavenoideawhattoget"

"Okay...does she like perfume?"

"NO"

"What about... make-up?

"NO- IDONTKNOWHERSKINTONE"

The poor sales assistant was looking around wondering what to get when I pointed at what looked like something my mum would use.

"Whatsthis?"

"Oh... that's anti-wrinkle cream"

"Isituseableonmymum?"

"Uuh... how old is she?"

"Umm... I think she's 40. Ish."

"OH GOODNESS NO!" And the sales assistant gives me a shocked look. What did I do?

Then she drags me down some aisle and points at some strange box with some strange glass vials filled with some strange stuff.

"What about this?" she asks.

"WHATISIT!WHATISIT!"

"Umm... well..."

I wanted to yell out oh MY GOD I AM LIKE 10 MINUTES LATE HERE. GET ON WITH IT!! But of course, I digress.

"NevermindsI'lltakeit!"

"Are you sure? This one is used as a display, do you want me to get the one behind it?"

"OKAYOKAY"

"I'm actually a bit too short for it, let me get someone to get it down for you"

"NOMATTER, I'LLTAKETHEDISPLAYONE!"

"Okay".

Then she walks sloooooooooooooooooooooooooooowwwllly to the counter where she slooooooooooooooooowwwllly punches numbers on her... money-contraption-thing.

"Do you have a Priceline Card?"

"NO!"

"Would you like a Priceline Card?"

"NO!"

"Okay... did you want me to wrap this?"

"NO!!"

"Did you want to buy a giftbag?"

"NO!!!!"

I wanted to yell out HAND OVER WHAT I BOUGHT NOW! I DON'T WANT YOUR SILLY EXTRAS! But again, I digress.

I grab the bag and sprint up the road, conveniently while Shirley Mason was singing "RUN BABY RUN!" through the earphones of my mp3 player.

I'm sure that without her encouragement, I would have arrived much later than I did (I was 15 minutes late)

Lets Stick Animals In Our Fridges

2008-05-08T16:33:00.000+10:00

How Creative Are YOU?
Get out a piece of paper and a pen- answer the following questions. When you are sure of your answers, go down and check the answers and see how creative you are :)

1. How do you put a giraffe in a refrigerator?
2. How do you put an elephant in a refrigerator?
3. The Lion King has hosted a conference. All animals attend except for one. Which animal does not attend?
4. There is a river filled with hungry crocodiles. You do not have a boat. How do you cross it?

Okay are you finished? Scroll down and check your answers :)
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Q1. How do you put a giraffe in a refrigerator?
A. Open the refrigerator, put the giraffe in, and close the door.

Q2. How do you put an elephant in a refrigerator?
A. Open the refrigerator, take the giraffe out, put then elephant in, and close the door. You couldn't possibly put a giraffe and and elephant in one fridge.

Q3. The Lion King has hosted a conference. All animals attend except for one. Which animal does not attend?
A. The elephant. It's in the refrigerator, remember?

Q4. There is a river filled with hungry crocodiles. You do not have a boat. How do you cross it?
A. Simply swim through it :) The crocodiles are at the animal conference.

4 correct= Super Genius
3 correct= Above Average
2 correct- Average
1 correct= Under Average
0= Helpless Boob

I LOL'd so hard at this quiz. Apparently, it tests your:

- abilities to do things the simple way
- ability to foresee things
- comprehensive or 'prerequisite-causation' thinking
- reasoning ability.

And according to this test, I am only average (HAHA I got questions 3 and 4 right)

I got the test from HERE, for those of your who want to redo the test.

Blondes Have More Fun

2008-05-02T19:04:00.006+10:00

Time to reveal the answer the puzzle from last week. Before I actually tell you the answer, I'll give you one last look at it:

Anything wrong with the sentence? Anything at all? Are you sure there is nothing wrong with the sentence?

Well you're WRONG. The sentence in the triangle above says:

A bird in the the hand.

Yes. There are two 'the's'. Pretty simple, but I had such extravagant answers, including:
- the riddle isn't complete
- the sentence is inside a sign
- it doesn't make sense when you translate it to Vietnamese
- it's in capitals
- there isn't a full stop, so it isn't a sentence.

HAHAHA.

But for those of you who never worked it out, I hope to comfort you by mentioning that it took me a 573861354 years the work out the answer. Hoped that helped :)

Anyways, here are the list of you smarties who got the answer (in order of who got it right first) :
1. Jenny Lam
2. Jenny Nguyen
3. Richard
4. Nobody
5. Rosa
6. Anon
7. Rhiannon
8. *blank*
9. aa

Thank you to those of you who participated in this experiment of mine :)

Now, onto more depressing topics. Guess what I saw while looking through the Dolly website for my sister?

"We're looking for a girl aged between 14 - 18 with blonde hair, 14 plus dress size and local to the Sydney area who would love to be in a DOLLY photo shoot and do an interview about handling body image."

For those of you who don't know what Dolly is, it's basically a magazine for pre-teen girls. It usually contains story of real life experiences, teen-issues, fashion, and other crap that little girls like to read.

And it promotes diversity.

Imagine my disbelief when I saw that discriminating little piece of crap up there. I've always known that a majority of the catwalk models are blonde, and only a very very small proportion of them are Asian. I knew Dolly was just junk, but at least it taught good values. But now, it turns out all that they don't even believe in all that crap they wrote about blondes not being the only ones who can have fun, and to appreciate all cultures. How can young girls learn to not discriminate, when even the people who promote it don't do what they preach?

No wonder where are so many Asian girls out there bleaching their hair blonde. Or yellow more like it.

15 Things Chick-Lit Teaches

2008-04-26T15:39:00.007+10:00

For those of you who frown upon chick-lit-

1. Look presentable wherever you go, because you never know who you'll meet. Really, you could think that the guy you're totally in love with is holidaying in the US, but the next thing you know, he's there across the road, seeing you stumbling bedraggledly, juggling a mountain of food.

2. Heck, look presentable at home too. Because you'll never know when the guy you're totally in love with decides to go through your street fund-raising for some event or other, and you just happen to have opened the door in your pyjamas.

3. Be nice to everyone. Because the person you fall head over heels in love with may be the person you've been rejecting for the past three years or so.

4. Don't wear ankle-boots with a skirt. They make everyone's legs look short and their calves look fat. And I mean everyone. Okay, maybe this rule doesn't apply to super-anorexic-leggy-supermodels. But yes, it applies to the rest of us mortals.

5. It's a universal law that all guys look hot in a tuxedo. I have always suspected this to be true for quite a while now, but Yes! it has been confirmed by a book I just read.

6. Playing hard to get doesn't work. In theory, it should work, but it never really does.

7. Your best friend is always right. If she tells you he's a scum, then he is. It might take you a while to realise this, but eventually, you will realise that your friend is right.

8. If you work somewhere that offers a company credit card, take full advantage of it. You won't get caught. So go take the credit card on a shopping spree, and blame it on your work load.

9. Never drink your woes away. Because you'll end up stumbling across a guy who will kindly help you, who you'll realise you're madly in love with later, then you'll be too embarrassed to face him ever again.

10. Be careful who you're related to. You may not think you are related to a certain someone, but it's better safe than sorry. Ironic, because Jenny Lam has just told me that she's related to someone she never expected to be related to. Not that he's her certain someone or anything. Just ironic that I happen to be writing this while she's telling me about it.

11. Don't lie to people. In the end, you'll get yourself twisted in a tangle of lies. It's better to tell the truth. Just not the whole truth.

12. Money won't by happiness, but it can rent it for some period of time. So if you're really down and looking for something to cheer you up, money is the answer. But in the long term, it'll do absolutely nothing.

13. Don't smoke. It makes your lungs go funny, your teeth goes yellow and your breath goes stinky. Just don't.

14. Don't try to OD. And if you do, don't send out your will until you're sure you are going to die. Because if the drugs might not actually kick in.

15. Everyone wins by the end. In some way or other, everyone will have gained and have lost something. So just know, by the end of the day, you will have have won in some way, and if you haven't lost anything for it yet, then watch out. Everything has a price to pay.

Now, onto something slightly more... intellectual.

How about a puzzle? Look at the picture below and tell me what's wrong with the sentence:

It's simply an experiment to see:
a. How many people actually see the mistake, and
b. How many people will actually emerge from their shell and comment :) I know you blog-lurkers are out there.

Feel free to remain anonymous :)

I'll turn on comment moderation now, so all your answers will be hidden. I'll come back and reveal the answer in 7 days.

Animation

2008-04-25T10:31:00.006+10:00

This blog post is probably unlike any you've ever seen before on my blog, but a reader if mine asked me how to 'animate pictures'. Usually, I would reply back in an email, but because I think it would help with the aid of pictures, and many people have asked this, so I'll teach you all right here :)

1. You must have Photoshop. Okay, maybe you don't have to, but that's what I use, and I highly recommend it. Oh, I usually use Adobe Image Ready to optimize the animation quality too, so you should get that too. If you don't have it already, you can download that trial at www.adobe.com.

2. Make a new document (whatever size you want your animation to be).

3. On the layers palette (Windows > Layers), double click the background layer and click okay when the pop up shows up:

4. Draw the first frame to your animation on that first layer. (for my animation, I'll just do a simple colour change)

5. Duplicate the layer.

6. Draw the next frame (in my case, I changed the colour)

7. Make as many frames as required (repeat steps 5 & 6)

8. Find the animation palette (Windows > Animation)

9. On the layers palette, toggle the 'eyes' by clicking them on all the layers, so that only the first frame has an 'eye' next to it.

10. Duplicate the frame in the animations palette

11. Toggle the 'eyes' so that only the next frame has an 'eye' next to it (in the layers palette)

12. Repeat steps 10 & 11 for as many frames as required.

13. Set the animation loop setting. Forever means that the animation will repeat itself over and over again. Once means that the animation will play once through, then the last frame will be displayed.

14. Set the delay on each frame. Test it by pressing the play button, and change the delay until the frames move at a desired speed.

15. Move the project to Image Ready

16. In Image Ready, click File > Save Optimized As....
Then save and VOILA!

Yeh yeh, my animation sucks.

Anyway, I hope that helps anyone needing to know how to animate :)

Guide to Chucking A Surprise Party

2008-04-23T20:42:00.019+10:00

After a week of endless lies, slips and panicking, I would consider myself and expert on the topic of Surprise Parties.

[NOTE: Jenny Lam's birthday is actually on the 12th of December. I have no idea why we decided to have a surprise party for her today. So please keep that in mind]

Do not take Jenny Lam's recommendations to heart.
So when you subtly ask her what her favouritest food is (so you can buy it for her to eat at her party), and she says Easy Mac, it is most likely that she has never actually tried it before, and only said so for no reason at all.

Carefully budget everything out. So you don't have to make an estimation of what's in your trolley (I think it'd go just over $30), and don't get shocked when you learn the real price (OH MY GOD $43?! HOW DID THAT HAPPEN?!).

Oh yeh, that so does not look like $43 worth of food right?

I was joking when I told JG to take a picture of the fish...

LOL that dress reminds me of a rainbow fish. Would anyone actually wear that?!

SOOOCKS! Jenny Lam has this sudden obsession with socks, so we though we'd drop by the sock shop..

Those dolls are scary...

LOL we dragged Richard around to all the girly stores XD

LOL he looks like such a hobo.

Television makes everything look easy. Do not believe everything you see on tv.

I ask Jenny Lam to go in Richard's house, telling her that it's my cousin's house and that she should help me pick up milk. She follows willingly and does not question anything. When we walk near the house, everything is quiet and still. It's hard to believe anyone actually lives there. I try opening the door and it's not locked. I walk in, and say the key words 'I wonder where everyone is', then everyone invited pops out yelling SURPRISE!. They all start popping party poppers and throwing the confetti at her, and the house is nicely decorated, with balloons everywhere. Jenny is pleasantly shocked.

This was what was supposed to have happened. That's what happens on television. What really happened was:

I step out of the car praying to God that I was at the right house. With some persuasion, Jenny follows me to my cousin's house. I hear screams and yells from the house. Oh my god they should be hiding. What the hell.
'What's that noise?' Jenny asks.
'Oh... my cousin's are noisy' *gives strained smile*

I reach the door, which should be unlocked. But surprise surprise, it is locked. I ring the doorbell a million times, and at last Vincent comes out to opens the door.
'Who are you', he asks.
'Who's that?' Jenny asks.
'Oh, that's just my cousin' *gives strained smile*

I walk inside and see Van and Laura hiding in the living room, with a few limp balloons scattered here and there, and no signs of confetti. Oh my god they were meant to be hiding! WHAT THE HELL!

I continue to push Jenny into our 'designated spot', but I feel hands around my shoulder, and Sophie whispers 'What am I meant to be doing?!?!'

I get distracted, forgetting to stop Jenny Lam, so she continues to walk all the way into the kitchen, not noticing the scarce balloons or the people in the house.

At last, Sophie runs around saying 'BOO!', Jenny Lam goes 'WHAT THE HELL?!' and yes. Dramatic eh?

SO YES. DO NOT BE BAMBOOZLED BY WHAT YOU SEE ON TV. NOTHINGS EVER THAT EASY.

Oh, another point, do not throw blow off party poppers at someone who will scream a lot if you do so.

We spent about 10 minutes chasing Jenny Lam around, popping party poppers at her.

Oh, and don't buy party blow-y things from Woolworths, either. They're really crap and don't make a sound unless you blow really hard.

The cake: opt to buy it. Do not bake it. Especially at the party

Jenny Lam poisoned our cake. The instructions were really hard to read, and we were all soo lost and had no idea what was happening.

At last- we figured out that we should pour the mixture into the big bowl.

Not so yummy eh?

It slightly resembles the cake displayed on the front of the box... I think...

78374534357 years later...

Oh my god it resembles a cake! Alleluia!

However, it turns out Jenny Lam happened to stick an onion ring in the cake. No one actually ate the cake.

Oh, and when you happen to need to crack open an egg, do not hand the egg over the people like Laura or Sophie.

Because they'll decide to play catch with the egg. Which can be frightfully tense.

Laura and Sophie warming up for the great event.

Van wrestling the egg out of Sophie before she does something stupid, like throw the egg across the room.

Laura and Sophie do actually start playing catch with the egg. And I have it all recorded below.

As you can see, the video quality is completely crappy. And it was Van in the pink pants who was going crazy and yelling 'OH MY GOD' repeatedly. And it was Richard who was saying 'AHHH! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?' in the background. Because it was his house, and if I were him, I
wouldn't want people playing catch indoors with an egg either.

When playing past the parcel, one should not let a person participating in the game be in charge of the music.

Because frankly, people like Vincent will continuously stop the music when the present is on their lap. So no one else ever gets a turn.

We were very enthusiastic about clapping until our hands dropped off. Look at everyone's blurry hands O.O

Jenny receives the white cardigan we bought for her! Which she really loved by the way. Or she told me she loved.

Okay, that picture's really blurry, but you can generally make out all of us pointing our party poppers at Jenny Lam after she opens all her presents.

Ah yes, more clapping.

Laura expertly tries to pull the tag of the next present off, because someone forgot to cut it off.

GUYS, coloured hairspray and lighters SHOULD NOT EVER BE WITHIN 100 METRES OF EACH OTHER.

Because this will happen:

LOL Vincent's setting fire to Richard. Okay, not really.

Karaoke is the solution to every problem. Period.

See? Even the guys stopped making fires and started singing! Okay, maybe not. More like Richard blowing into the microphone, and Vincent tapping the microphone. But yeh, they stopped making fires, right?

Do not play Truth or Dare. Truth is stupid. No one ever tells
the truth, and it makes people feel awkward. Opt for Dare instead :)

Here are a display of some of the dares we tried:

Sophie was dared to hug Richard's sister. Which was so nice and friendly. Aww. Isn't that sweet? I think we scared the hell out of Richard's sister though.

Vincent and I were made to wrap ourselves up in a blanket and walk up and
down the street. OMG it was embarassing.

The pattern on the blanket is so silly. Why didn't I notice this then?! I
think I would've decided on another blanket if I actually got a good look at
this one.

Passing cars kept looking at us with the weirdest looks.

We look so GANGSTA! Walking up and
down the street like this.

Next dare: Jenny Lam and I had to point out hands out like guns to passing cars, and once they pass, we had to chase after them...

It was very tiring...

Vincent then had to push Jenny up the road in a trolley. Jenny woke up
the dead with her extremely loud shrieks.

Flap Jenny flap!!

Vincent was threatening to push Jenny onto the road here. And yes, there
was a lot of shrieking.

Jenny then decided she would ride on a broom like Harry Potter..

And then give a friendly wave at a car driving past. She also chased after the car, waving her broom. The car slowed down and started beeping it's horn off. We all got scared the driver would come out, so we all ran back into the house. LOL

Richard looks like a hobo. Again.

Grease spray is the best form of protection.

When Jenny and Sophie are running after you with the coloured

hairspray, the best thing to do is pick up the closest spray-y thing (which happened to be the grease spray), and spray them back with it.

At the end of the day, all our heads were really colourful and greasy...

Before I go on to showing the rest of the random pictures, I'll make a few more points.

Do not wear a skirt to a party. It's so complicated making all the guys turn around when you have to climb into a trolley, or something equivalent.

Also wear a strawhat, so you can peek through the holes when watching a horror movie. Because watching the whole thing is too scary for a wimp like me.

Wow look at the mess on that table

And the mess on the floor....

LOL we look like drugdealers playing UNO on the floor. (In case you're wondering why all our cards are facing up.. we're playing the FaceUp Version. It's so much funner)

We were marvelling over the fact that Richard's dining chairs sunk super
low when we sat on them.

Guess who owns those feet.

Sophie proposed to me.

Doesn't the fish tank in the corner look nice?

Before I bid yous adieu, I must say that this party was very fun, considering the fact that nothing turned out right. The surprise didn't work, we didn't eat anything other than Easy Mac (served in a cupcake holder), we never finished the horror movie we were watching, nor did we end up pranking anyone. And basically, nothing went to plan. But it was so damn fun, and I'd live the day over again anytime.

WAAAAAR~!

2008-04-20T15:10:00.008+10:00

I realise that I did mention in my last post that it was going to be my final post here, but here I am, running back to my beloved blog. Sigh.

I really should finish my website already, but I keep feeling guilty because there's all this school work to do. Including notes.

I feel like I have just returned from a war. Seriously, in the past few days, my whole group has been living in fear. When we do notes, each person takes one subject, summarises their whole book, then gives it to the person whose name is next on the alphabet. Usually, it's all relaxed and everyone is never bothered to finish their notes in time, and everything lags. But this time, someone (I'm not exactly sure who, but I'm pretty sure there was a particular someone who started all this, and I'm pretty sure it wasn't me), decided to go crazy and finish their first batch of notes early, which caused the next person to panic (because really, one should only have one subject to do at a time), so this person started working hardcore in case all the responsibility landslided upon them, and then the panicking rippled throughout the whole cycle and everyone went ballistic and finished the notes within a about 5 days. Truly a record.

But now that the school work and notes are all done, I'm not bothered to resume working on my website. I was contemplating whether or not to include a self portrait, and actually bothered to take a picture of myself and give it to Jenny Lam and Jenny Guo for inspection and approval, and then I suddenly decided not to put up a self portrait anymore, and now I'm looking for more excuses for procrastination.

My holidays so far have been so bland. Even my eleven year old sister has gone out more often than me. She had attended 3 parties, and counting. Whereas I? Let's see... I've sat at home in front of the computer every day except for on that one occasion when I decided to go job-hunting, which caused my calves to hurt (they still have not recovered. This was 4 days ago. Did I mention that I walked through every street in the Cabramatta CBD, to ensure that I didn't miss a single clothing shop?). So yes, I cannot get off my butt otherwise my calves will start hurting like hell.

We're planning a party next Wednesday, but it's still on unstable ground, but it has to happen. Because I am so damn bored here on my butt, and I would willingly get on my feet to go out and see my friends again. And yupp, there will be full coverage of the party on this blog. So stay tuned. (Unless I suddenly finish that other website of mine, in that case, the coverage would be on my new website, but it's highly unlikely).

Love At First Sight

2008-04-13T19:09:00.024+10:00

HELLOOOOOO HOLIDAYS~! I was overexcited on Friday when the true realisation that the holidays were here hit me, but now that I'm 2 days into these holidays, I have absolutely no idea what to do with them. I planned on catching up on my sleep, but that has yet to happen. I also plan to do all my homework and write notes (yes, notes! I have a real responsibility for getting these notes done now, thanks to TastyCarrot), but that also has yet to happen.

But I have made a great move on the highway to finishing my portfolio website. I decided to ditch the paintedlove.net idea, because it simply didn't appeal to me anymore. I made a list of possible domain names, and also asked around for ideas. Jenny Guo really is very silly when it comes to website names. She suggested:

- tastetherainbow.com [this is Skittle's slogan. I do not want to get sued]
- painttherainbow.com [variation of the above]
- tastethesky.com [I told you she was silly]
- pinata.com [no idea where she got that idea from]
- blimp.com [LOL?]
- applehouse.com [after the design on her history book's cover. There are these little people living in houses in the shape of apples]
- retroactive.com [after our history textbook. And again, I DO NOT WANT TO GET SUED]
- papercranes.com [that one isn't that silly actually]
- bloop.com [O.O]
- tomolo.com [after she saw my MSN personal message (N2S: BRING $40 TOMOLO)]

And that ends her list.

I decided to go against everything she suggested, and spent another 2 hours rifling through song titles, lyrics, french words, names of greek gods, and finally Raindrop Prelude popped into my head out of no where. So that be it. Raindropprelude.com.

It's almost done. I think this would be my last blog entry at this place before I shut it down.

Anywhos, shopping has become a torturous task these days. WHERE DID ALL MY MONEY GO? I remember gleefully telling everyone how I was no longer in debt, not too long ago. But all my money is now gone! Well not all. But I do only have $20 left to spend for the rest of the year. *breaks down and weeps*.

It's utterly depressing when you're at the shops and you realise you can't afford anything but a few donuts.

Speaking of shopping, has anyone ever noticed how annoying trolleys are? When you push them around, you end up embarassing yourself my ramming it into some display or you end up running someone over. And when you're innocently standing by without a trolley to shield you, people come along with their trolleys and run over your toes. Yes. I was innocently standing in Target when some person came along with their malfunctioned trolley, and they run their trolley over my toes, and scratch my leather flats >=Z

I don't blame the person who was controlling the trolley, of course. No, I blame whoever invented those uncontrollable rabid shopping trolleys.

On a nicer note, I have fallen in loooooove.

It was love at first sight. I never knew that it was possible, until it happened to me. After endless searching, I couldn't believe my eyes when what I was looking for stumbled through my path, when I had given up looking (for the time being). Gorgeous. Cute. Adorable. And we'd look great going to the formal together :3

And the shoes I plan to wear would match perfectly.

I bet you're just dying to see?

Voila~!

LOL, no not the the model. The dress. I am infatuated with that dress. I have managed to stalk it and have found all important info about it.
- It's from Bettina Liano
- Was part of the MAFW SummerSpring 05/06 show
- Where it was modelled by Miranda Kerr
- And I'm going to own it.

Okay, perhaps not that very one. Not only is it out of my price-range (nah-duh. I do only have $20 left), but I would make a few adjustments to it myself. The colour for one. I wouldn't make it white. More like.. a very light pink or perhaps beige or cream. And I would make the skirt different (I have an idea in mind, but I can't really explain it. It's... fluttery? I told you I couldn't explain it). So I'll whip up a design of my own and get my mum to sew it.

I know it's childish to say this, but I bags'd that dress first. Publicly. So it's mine. And if anyone shows up to the formal in my dress, I will shoot you. How's that for possessive huh?

Anyways, I really should get going. I'm dead sleepy despite the large quantities of coffee jelly I downed today.

Beauty Is In The Eye Of The Beholder

2008-04-04T21:38:00.014+11:00

The idea of beauty in today's society is very very distorted. I decided to approach this subject today, because one, I have absolutely nothing else to blog about, and two, I recently read this book which mentioned physical attractiveness is a measure of how symmetrical one's face is.

I researched this further, and the supposed 'experts'' idea of what beauty is seem to contradict each other.

On place suggested that how attractive someone is depends on how 'babyfaced' they are. The guidelines for this is basically:

Large head
Large curved forehead
Facial elements (eyes, nose, mouth) located relatively low
Large, round eyes
Small, short nose
Round cheeks
Small chin

Another place suggested that a typically attractive female face would have:

Suntanned skin
Narrower facial shape
Less fat
Fuller lips
Slightly bigger distance of eyes
Darker, narrower eye brows
More, longer and darker lashes
Higher cheek bones
Narrower nose
No eye rings
Thinner lids

This place even included a picture of a computer-generated 'attractive' female face:

I find that the picture above is relative plain, and not very special at all. It's kinda scary actually. Maybe its the hair? That person seriously needs a better haircut. Perhaps a fringe?

This site here: [clickCLICK!] makes interesting observations on how masculine many of the top catwalk models are.

Their faces are mostly very angular, jaws are wide-set like that of a guy. Their shoulders are also usually very broad, waist-to-hip ratio is high, and none of them are very 'voluptuous' at all.

So what is beauty? Because according to the lists above, there's nothing a bit of plastic surgery here and there can't fix, but then you might come out looking like an anteater (note to self: learn from Michael Jackson's mistake and don't get plastic surgery ever).

My eyes are large, but I naturally have dark eye bags. My cheekbones are set high, but aren't prominent at all. My chin is small, but also very pointy, and makes me look prouder than I ever feel. I have a narrow face shape, which often makes me look elongated. My lips are full, and constantly dry. And I will never ever manage to achieve the suntan look (because I will either be red, or orange), nor do I wish to.

So according to that list, I am hideously ugly (shield your eyes people!). But that's okay. Jenny L and I have come up with a theory the other day. Everyone has a different opinion of what 'beauty' is. If everyone had the same idea on what was attractive, the human population would already be long gone. So no, everyone has a different idea of what beauty is. So there is at least one person out there in the world who would find me beautiful. And that, in my opinion, is completely fine with me.

P.S. It is not nice to say things which you assume are true but aren't. Like for instance.. that TastyCarrot is trying to scam people, and we're going to send you all fake faulty notes, because we are so bothered to make two copies of notes, just to make everyone fail. That's sarcasm by the way. NO, we are not trying to scam anyone. Believe what you want. It's your loss. But that doesn't mean that you can go spreading false rumours about it. No. If you do, we are legally allowed to sue you for defamation.

Old Habits Never Die

2008-03-29T17:38:00.004+11:00

I am surprised that this day hasn't approached earlier. But it is here. I feel in desperate need to go to Westfields to spend half my money on things I would probably regret buying.

In the last few months, every weekend, I would think to myself 'I should feel in the need to go shopping, but I'm not. What a surprise!'. But this weekend was different.

I should've realised when I found myself looking through online clothing stores yesterday. Or when I was drooling over the clothes in month-old issues of Bazaar. Or when I was looking through Tiffany's website for charms, because I suddenly felt the need to start a charm bracelet. Or when I was looking at bags on the Juicy Couture website.

But I only realised this morning when I woke up thinking 'I have to get that slouchy crochet beret I saw at Sportsgirl 3 months ago now.' Which was why I asked my mum to let me go to Westfields after tutor today, but I couldn't because my sister had some party to go to and no one could pick me up. So I think I'll make a list right now, so I won't forget what I should buy tomorrow XD

#1. A slouchy crochet beret/beanie from Sportsgirl.

I saw it in a Sportsgirl store when I was in the Gold Coast, and I'm pretty sure it's still available for sale. I couldn't find a picture of the actual beret being worn on the Sportsgirl website (nope, only a lump of wool that somewhat resembles a beret), so I decided to search it up for the benefit of my readers (in case you have no idea what a slouchy beret is). I found this picture of Kirsten Dunst wearing one, and it looked so cute on her that I decided to use it as my example. Only, I wouldn't buy it red. I would buy it beige or cream.

#2. A long cardigan

I have needed one for quite a while, but I have finally made up my mind to buy one. I especially like this one from Dotti. I'd get the legwarmers while I'm at it. I'm not sure why, but I've had this obsession with legwarmers since last winter. If I buy these, they would be my third pair. Oh wells.

#3. A ring.

I'm not quite sure why, but the last time I've worn a ring was when I won one from those machines that spit out little presents once you've fed them a 20 cent coin (I was about 6 then, in case you're wondering). Now that I mention it, I haven't seen those machine things for a while. Anyways, yes. Rings. I haven't worn them for a while, and I suddenly feel the need to buy a ring that I can wear night and day. No idea why. Lots of people wear rings. I wear all different kinds of jewellery. But not rings. So I thought that it would be nice if I could add rings to my list of 'jewellery that I wear'.

#4. Hair dye.

I feel the need to have another hair-makeover. As in haircut, haircolour and all. Not really a haircut, more like... super hair growth. I don't know why I cut my hair so short last time. I regret it. The novelty of having short hair wore off after like... the first week. I want to have long hair again! Then maybe I can leave it to go curly instead of having to straighten it. Grrrr. And I want to dye my hair. I don't like this messy streaked/underlayered look anymore. I want to go for the classy whole-head coloured look. I want to dye all my hair either dark dark dark blue, or dark dark dark purple. Jennies tell me I should dye it blue because I dyed it purple last time. I need hairdye now.

#5. New school shoes.

I was looking through Vogue the other day, and saw these super hot school-shoe type shoes, only, my school would never let me wear anything like that to school. The ones I saw in the magazine looked something like this:

Only, the one I saw in the magazine wasn't as vintage-y. Wouldn't it be so cool if we could turn up to school in shoes like these? But no, we have to wear lace up leather non-holey shoes, with less than 3cm heels. I wish the school would let us wear boots to school. Wouldn't it be so awesome if we got to? *Sighs*. Despite the fact that the school won't let us have these school shoes, I want new school shoes anyway. I know it's in the middle of the year and all, but I didn't exactly buy my shoes at the beginning of the year, and the shoelaces of my current shoes are all worn out. And yes, that's not a valid excuse to get new shoes, but I still want new school shoes.

#6. Everything in this accessory range from diva:

They're all so prettyyyyyyyy! I love the colour combination and the colours and the textures and *squeals*.

#7. New glasses.

I'm not sure exactly what style I want, but I have been regularly complaining about getting new glasses ever since last year. I know I don't want those thick-framed glasses, because the make me look like I'm wearing goggles. But yes, I want new glasses.

Anyways, I've spent approximately the past... 3 hours writing up this post, because I kept getting distracted whilst looking for the photos.

I must go and look for more formal dresses with Jenny L now X) Maybe when I'm bothered, I'll dedicate an entry completely to all the dresses that have tickled our fancies.

P.S. I have made a start on my supposed new site! I sketched a few ideas out this morning, then actually traced one in black Sharpie, scanned it, then lined it on Photoshop. Yes, the new website's layout is about 1% done :) But that's something, right?

Anyways, here's a sneak peek of the new site: (it's only a scan of the sketch I used, but I'm afraid I can't let out any more than that)

I also thought I'd also scribble out a signature and scan it while I'm at it, so I can use it at the end of each of my blogposts. Doesn't that seem so fancy, to sign off at the end of all your entries? LOL. (it's not my real signature by the way, so go ahead and forge it).

Blowdried Boobs

2008-03-26T18:58:00.010+11:00

HAAAPPY BIRTHDAY SOPHIE, DAAAAAAAAAAAARHLING!

At last, I post! Anyone who has been keeping up with what I'm saying would know that the long-awaited 24th of March has finally approached! And for those who have no idea what the hell I'm talking about, 24th of March is Easter Monday, which is when we go to Jenny Nguyen's house and celebrate a heap of birthdays, then trash her house and go high. Of course, this was 2 whole days ago, and I know I should've posted with pictures right away, but I'm lazy and tired and partially hungover. So yupp, that's my excuse.

But I will stop procrastinating and tell y'all about the party.

I arrived to discover that many people were already there, and they were watching some movie whose title I have forgotten, but it's supposedly a thriller, even though we laughed through pretty much all of it. It was about these scary dogs that eat people. I guess it's not as far-fetched as that movie about killer sheep, but it is somewhat quite ludicrous. And quite funny too.

No party is complete without karaoke, and so we all belted our lungs out to Singstar. We managed to make everyone sing, which is very surprising.

Yupps! Ths two people who you would least expect to find singing, are SINGING. Okay, now I sound like some gameshow presenter.

The next few picture are just really random, and I can't be bothered to type up a description about them, because I can't remember half of what happened, so HA!

Can you imagine Jenny Nguyen wearing that miniature little pink dress?!

Yes. We eventually got out water balloons (although, not from the petrol station).

And war breaks out.

Waterballooning brings many problems. Like for those who were wearing white shirts. Everyone knows that white shirts go see-through when wet, so many had to borrow Jenny's jackets and wear it back to front. Another problem is trying to run. I couldn't wear my flats because they would soak through and die, so I had to borrow Jenny's pink flipflops, and then I couldn't run properly because they would fall off everytime I tried to run, so then I'd have to clench my toes to make sure they don't fall off, which is why my legs ache so much right now.

Drying ourselves is also a huge problem. Soon enough, the wind started blowing and we were all freezing. Jenny wouldn't let us in because we would cause puddles everywhere. We tried fanning ourselves:

Which was pretty stupid, because it was equivalent to getting blown in the wind, but we were desperate to get dry.

In the end, we decided to blowdry each other. Sophie demonstrated many creative ways to blowdry yourself: including sticking the blowdryer down your shirt (yes, Jenny Lu did succeed in throwing the waterballoon down Sophie's shirt, and yes, it did blow up inside Sophie's shirt). I actually have several pictures of Sophie with the blowdryer, but I'm respecting her wishes to not put the pictures up.

We played Singstar again, and we decided to have this competition thing, where 2 people would sing, then the winner would verse the next person in the circle. The songs were completely randomised, so we all ended up singing completely weird songs that we've never heard before. Somehow, I ended up winning (don't ask how that happened), but this prompted Jenny L to tell everyone to pelt waterbombs at me because I won. Which didn't really end up happening, because everyone always aims for Sophie anyways, because she's so evil and manipulative, and it's her birthday :)

We also took a bunch of group pics:

We had to move behind that plant for the second pic because we wanted everyone in the photo, so we ended up putting the camera on Jenny's letter box, then putting on the timer, and running like hell to make it in for the picture.

And that's about it. As yous can tell, I'm not really in the blogging mood, but I have to do this sometime, right?

P.S.: To Richard and his fairies: Happy now? These pictures are so superior to the ones Peter plans to show you. I think he plans to show you the last one. Only, it's black and white, tiny, stripy, and you can't see a thing :)

Wasted Long Weekend

2008-03-23T16:09:00.006+11:00

HAPPY EASTER EVERYONE!

Now that the pleasantries are over and done with, I can now start complaining. Every time a long weekend or holiday comes about, I plan to do many many things, hoping to feel accomplished as I go back to school, but every time I do go back to school, I realise that I have not accomplished anything at all. In fact, I have wasted my whole time.

Take this long weekend for example... it's almost the end of my third out of four days at home, and what have I done? Let's see... I did my maths homework. Then I downloaded a million billion songs, causing my internet to slow dramatically, then I spent about 12 hours waterpainting on Photoshop, which is funny, seeing as it's not actually a water painting, but actually a computerised waterpainting, which I could've done outside to save the livespan of my poor eyes, but no, instead, I choose to do a waterpainting on Photoshop. And yupp, that's about it.

I haven't even bought Sophie's present for the party tomorrow. I only realised that we should've bought a present already last night, which was too late because all the shops were closed last night, and then I realise that all the shops would be closed today too. Great. I'm very very sorry Sophie, if you don't end up receiving your birthday present on the day that you're actually supposed to receive it, because I'm a very bad lazy person who forgot to buy your present, but you must know that it wasn't entirely my fault, because Big W, the only place that happens to sell Guitar Hero 3 (cheaply anyways), which is what you wanted, happens to decide that they will take a day off today, so that the poor people who need to buy last minute birthday presents cannot do so.

Speaking of birthdays, Ida finally sent me the pictures of the froggy muffins she made me for my birthday!! This was almost a month ago, but she never got around to sending them to me, and I never got around to reminding her. Here they aaare:

Aren't they adorable? They taste as nice as they look. Nicer, actually. The top froggy muffin is sort of mutated and evil, because Ida ran out of brown M&Ms and had to use red ones instead.

My blog entries have been trickling in very very slowly these days, because my life is blandly boring and nothing ever happens anymore. And I've also been very busy doing unnecessary things.

Soon enough, you guys won't have to type in 'x3theresa.blogspot.com' anymore, because I'm movvving!! It's not officially confirmed yet, but I hope to buy a domain which I have decided to call 'paintedlove.net', (I would've wanted .com, but that was taken). I haven't actually bought the domain yet, so someone might get around to it before I do. I decided that I would have to finish the layout, then host it up, then get everything up and running before I buy the domain and connect it up, because I don't want to waste a second of my domain-name-ness, because it's costing me. $11.95 a year in fact. But it's also acting as my sort-of portfolio, and what can I do better with $12 anyways? When I think I'm about to waste my money, I try to think to myself 'how else could you possibly use this amount of money?'. My answer to that this time was either :
1. 3 happy meals
2. 4 day's lunch at the canteen
3. a cheap pair of shoes from Tightrope
As seen on my list, buying a domain is so much better than anything else on my list, so there you go.

I decided I should start promoting my future website-to-be, for no reason other than the fact that I'm really bored. So I decided to make this waterpainting-promotion-ad sort of thing:

That took me quite a while to do. All afternoon in fact. So appreciate it well. I could've done it outside instead, and the whole water-painting effect thing would come naturally, instead of me having to put in all the brush strokes and watermarks, but as many know, anything I do with my hands other than typing and pianoing is disastrous (take my handwriting for example), so there. I cannot possibly do it outside with a paintbrush because I would end up destroying the picture.

No, This Place Is Not Dead

2008-03-18T22:28:00.007+11:00

I wouldn't actually consider this a blogpost, as I'm only actually dropping by to tell everyone that I have been very very busy, and my life is very dull at the moment, because I'm very sick, and I do nothing all day and night other than eat soup and lie in bed reading, and I'm quite sure that wouldn't be very entertaining at all. So yes, I'll keep this brief.

But before you get too heartbroken, I have goood neeeeeeeeeews! TastyCarrot returns! No, it isn't quite as dramatic as the last one, but it'll make do. Clickclick! That should keep everyone busy for a while. Once you get over the awe of staring at the beautiful TastyCarrot work of art, why not sign up for free notes by writing a Major-Work quality essay about how awesome my group and I are? And if you don't belong to my school and grade, and you happen to be really bored, feel free to write a nice essay about us anyways :)

And that's about all I have to say... I think. I'll probably go running back to this page as soon as I click 'Publish Post', as I always forget to mention something that I should've mentioned, but oh wells.

P.S. Damn I knew I would have to come back for this. If you're still bored, why not download the song 'We Are Lesbians- by Adam and Andrew', and have a sing-a-long? Really, once you listen to it once, you'll feel like singing along straight-away (unless, of course, you are Richard). For those of you who feel hesitant to listen to the song due to it's name- it's basically these two guys who put on these super high-pitched voices, and sing this song really really offkey. And the chorus is absolutely hilarious:
I'm a lesbian
She's a lesbian
We are lesbians
Kissing in the rain
Kissing in the rain!
I just licked your toooooooooooooongue
Won't you grab my buuuuuuuuuuuuutt!

When I first heard Jenny L telling me of the song, I was thinking 'okay, what the HELL?!', but my attitudes have changed once I actually listened to the song :). Ok. This is the end. For real this time.

You Stupid Bitch!

2008-03-09T08:58:00.020+11:00

I feel very angst-ridden today (perhaps its PMS?), and was pondering over a thought over breakfast, and have decided that I hate malicious people who purposely try to ruin my happiness by dropping unnecessary comments. Or those who try to make themselves feel better by dropping unnecessary comments, in hope that it would lower my self-esteem. Of course, I've hated these kinds of people for ages, or at least, hate this kind of behaviour, but as I was thinking it over during breakfast, I realised how the world is full of people who adopt this behaviour.

These kinds of comments usually occur concerning my ability to play the piano. For example, there was this person (who now is no longer my friend, due to many other depressing behaviours they adopted) asked me what grade in piano I was. At this point, I was minding my own business, it was the other person who brought up the topic. When I answer 'I'm in grade eight. You?' they go 'oh, I know these little girls who are like 9 and they've finished all their grades already'. Was that piece of info really necessary?! Did I ask for it? No. I asked for what grade they were in, not about some little virtuosos who I don't know of. Yes, I understand that my skills aren't parallel with the skills of many others, so why did you have to drag up this random unneeded comment, which will serve no purpose other than changing my view of you?

Another incident where something similar happened was after my grade seven exams, when I was back at school, and people were inquiring what grade I had received. Two people (name them X and Y for this purpose) approach me. X asks me what I received for my piano exam, and when I reply saying that I received an A, person X turns to person Y and says 'OMG did you hear that?! Grade 7 and she got an A!', to which person Y replies 'Yeh, I only got 6 months to practice for my Grade 5 exam you know? That's why I got a B'. Now that I think back to this, I think it's absolutely hilarious that this person would so desperately attempt to excuse themselves from something like getting a B- which isn't a bad grade at all. This person had no reason to bring up her exam, especially if its her Grade 5 exam. If it was her Grade 7, that would be totally excusable, but Grade 5?! That's a whole other different story. I'm sorry person Y, but I think I might've actually kind of liked you before this incident, but now, every time I look at you, I can't help but think what a desperate snivelling bitch you are.

Okay, I'm getting writer's(blogger's?) block now. I have no idea what else to write. I guess my 'rant' (there goes that word again) just ended. I don't really think there was a point to it, other than don't say stupid unnecessary things like that, because it's completely idiotic, to think that I could possibly be put down by a comment like that, because I think it's very funny that people would actually have to say things like this to make me feel bad(which I don't), and to make themselves feel better (which probably doesn't work either). So these comments are completely unnecessary, so please try not to ever say anything like that. Ever.

Retirement Nears

2008-03-02T11:21:00.016+11:00

There's nothing joyous about getting one year older. When you're a kid, you love all the presents you get, all the attention people pay you, the big birthday sticker you get to wear at school, and the blowing out of the candles on your huge, pink, birthday cake. But once you realise that life is moving just a bitty too quickly, every birthday simply signifies another year wasted. You realise that you have done nothing special or noteworthy in the past year, that it's too late to turn back and correct all the wrongs, and that you're one step closer to leaving the warm fuzziness of teenage-hood and stepping into the cold harsh realities of the real world. It's utterly depressing.

I think all the presents one gets acts as compensation. Go age one year and get some presents. And all the 'happy birthdays!' you get secretly mean 'oh you poor thing, now you're older. How I pity you'.

But I have always been one to try to look on the bright side, and so I still enjoy ripping through wrapping paper as much as I did 7 years ago. Which is exactly what my friends and I did on Friday. They wrapped a tiny rectangular present with a billion layers of newspaper, until it resembled a pentagonal blob, then we played Pass the Parcel to Sophie and Jenny L's singing. After I opened their present (I'll talk more of this later), they went through our tradition of singing Happy Birthday To You at the top of their lungs, while attracting many many stares from everyone nearby. We didn't have a cake or candles to blow out, so Sophie made me blow into the pile of ripped newspaper pages in front of me.

Anywhos, let me use this post as an excuse to thank everyone for the presents :)

Thank you Jenny G, Jenny Lam, Jenny Lu, Jenny N (OMG SO MANY JENNIES), Sophie, Mandy, and Aimee for the beyoooooootiful Samsung T10. I love it so.

Thank you Rosa for the tweed coat (it looks so classy ^^) and the pink cross-over cardigan (even though your mum didn't exactly get you when you said 'long cardigan', but it's okay, I love it anyways :))

Thank you Uyennie for the cute corduroy dress and the nerdy Jane Austen books (I'll need it in Year 12 ^^)

The next few gifts are from various family members, and I won't go into specifics because I'm not bothered to call them Aunt/Uncle thisandthat, and it's not like you'd have a clue who they are anyways...

I like the sunnies! It's just what I need after I my old ones flew away when I was at the beach :(

OMG I <3 this Witchery compact mirror. I saw it ages ago in a Witchery catalogue but I wasn't bothered to go buy it

I was in need of new sports shoes. I'm going to go Spotlight tomorrow to find some ribbon to lace through.

I like the shade of the nail polish! It's so preeetyyyy.

ZOMG the Lancome Juicy Tubes smell so so nice. And it comes with a coin purse ^^

Lindt tastes so much nicer than Cadbury (no offence to Jenny N ^^). I am going to get fat after all this chocolate

I like like likeeeee. It surprises me that so many people no my size :O

YAY a new phoneee! While we're on the topic, I'd like to mention that I'm so sorry I haven't gotten back to anyone who has texted me 'Happy Birthdays', because I forgot to save all my contacts onto my SIM card, and now I have no numbers there, and I have no idea whose message is whose. Tell me in person if you did SMS me, and I'll give you a hug :)

OMG HOW CUUUTE. They're very warm. Just what I need, now that it's getting so cold. I swear, my toes feel like they're about to drop off any moment now. My nose too. Why don't people make nose warmers? There are gloves for your fingers, earmuffs for your ears, but nothing for your nose. Jenny L told me once that your nose is the coldest part of your body. Someone invent nose-warmers now!

I better start on my huge pile of homework now. I have been going out for the past few days, and the pile of homework is about to avalanche itself on top of me.

Go Get a Life Losers

2008-02-24T20:21:00.015+11:00

I'm sorry to inform you that the next few paragraphs are nothing but rancorous rantings (that word is so overused, isn't it? I can't believe I just stooped so low into using it), so if you don't feel like putting up with the angst-ridden me, scroll down a bit.

I can't stand people who are over obsessed with something that's stupid and useless and aaarrrrgh! No, I don't mean like... people who are dedicated. Say to work, or cooking, or drawing. If you like to draw, then go ahead and draw twentyfour seven. But it's the people who seem to be crazy about unworthy useless things that piss me off. Like over the weekend, I met this person who was crazily fanatical about anime, manga and all that. Now don't get me wrong, there's nothing wrong with the occasional dosage of anime or whatever. No, this person was full on obsessed. Then simply cannot do anything that isn't related to anime.

Lets call this person 'X', just to make this easier. X, who I have never met before, enters the room, goes up to me, and says 'Oh hi, do you know anything about anime or manga or anything like that?' When I say no, they walk off, ipod in their ear, singing some song from this anime show I know Jenny N watches. Half an hour later, they plonk themselves down into the computer next to mine and when I glance over, I see that they are watching Naruto on Youtube.

Later on when I'm helping my sister with her bebo page, X walks by and says 'OMG you have a bebo?! Hey, how did you put that video in? I've always wanted to put in a video into my Bebo but I have no idea how'. So I tell them that I'd help them, and they say 'Okay, I'll sign in and you tell me how. Be warned, my page is filled with anime. Seriously, I'm just warning you in case you get overwhelmed or something'.

I don't need your warning you idiot. I have already clearly realised that you have absolutely no life outside your little anime/manga world, where nothing exists other than the anime/manga you watch/read, and you should just go get a freaking life.

RANT ENDS HERE

Now, what else has happened? Oh yes, I have bleached parts of my hair blonde, and I have managed to not turn into an elephant. As in, no freak accident has happened, such as bleach getting into my eyes, or into my ears, or up my nose or anything. I would take pictures, only I can't because my hair is all wet and clumped out and I haven't managed a lookie at the end result yet. It's not even safe to call it blonde at the moment, because it is still wet, and things look darker when they're wet.

Though nothing bad has happened from this hair bleaching thing, there remains the problem that I smell like a wet napkin. You know? The ones that you get for free when you go to those restaurants. So you can wipe your hands on them and get rid of all the grease. Yes, I smell like one of them.

No wait, I take that back. I have just managed to spill pink strawberry flavoured milk all over myself, so now I smell like a wet paper napkin soaked in strawberry flavoured milk.

The Good and The Bad

2008-02-20T19:17:00.007+11:00

I think life is like a ferris wheel. There are those moments when you're going up and up. Your stomach lurches with excitement, you wonder of all the possibilities, and and you look around you to find yourself in a higher, more improved position than where you were before. But soon enough, you'll tumble down towards earth again, watching as other people are in better places than you are, the realism of everything around you hits you, and you realise that you're no better off than most people on this earth. You don't know how long it'll be until you can experience being at the top again, so when you're at the top, you should hold onto it, and not let go.

Yes. My life can be summed up like a round on the ferris wheel.

I'm sorry to everyone around me who has had to cope with me being depressed. I suppose I can be a real pain when I am. Along comes some personal problem (some of which I can't even identify), and I'd mope and complain, not getting any sleep, and barely eating anything. I'd try to shun myself from the world, and distract myself with the smaller, easier tasks in life, such as homework, or playing the piano. I tend to lie back and watch the world fly by, hoping for my problems to resolve themselves, so that I can go back to living normally again.

But then, things look slightly better. Like for this instance, I find a job! Yes! A job! I often complain about my unemployment, and this job is just what I need to make me feel better. At last, things don't look so bad anymore. The excitement that employment brings is almost enough to distract me off my past problems.

I remember literally telling myself not to get so happy about it. I know that it's very negative of me, but I knew that all this happiness won't last long. I know from past experience, that something ought to come along and wreck everything.

And alas, it did. It might sound comical, but I feel very serious about it. I put my phone in the wash. Again. You can stop laughing already. This is the second time in six months. In the past 3 years, I have possessed of 3 different phones. The first I got bored of and the second and third I put in the wash. When I told Jenny Lam this morning, she laughed her head off and said 'AGAIN?!'. I really should stop putting my phone in jacket pockets, and leaving them around the house for my mum to put in the washing machine.

I swear, I'm not buying a phone again. I'd probably only kill my phone again, somehow. But what a waste of money that phone was. I bought that phone, imagining myself using it late into my school years, but instead, it dies 6 months later.

Right now, I'm just looking forward to my next trip to the top of the ferris wheel, though who knows when that's going to happen.

New Layout! (again!)

2008-02-19T22:13:00.004+11:00

Before I go to bed, I'll drop by here to inform everyone that this place has a new layout. In case you haven't noticed, although you should've. This one's less laggy than the last, but it's still laggy. It pisses me off. I have no idea why it still lags. I've taken off all my resources, the background image is less than 200kb, yet it takes an age to load. I will do further investigation on this as soon as I'm bothered.

Also, my comments don't seem to work. So no comments for this post, I guess. This is depressing. My blog is dying. I want to upgrade to my own domain- which I plan to do, but I haven't figured out a name for it yet. And I haven't gotten round to paying for it either. Handing over cash is always a pain, isn't it?

Anyways, I should be sleeping now (as to not get ginormous eyebags at approximately 1pm tomorrow).

Happy Birthday JennyG & Happy Valentine's Day!

2008-02-14T19:42:00.014+11:00

Don't blame me for not blogging as regularly as I used to. It's school's fault. If it wasn't for school, I wouldn't have homework, then I could blog all day, every day. Not that I would. But I would blog a lot more if school never existed. So yes, blame school.

But anyways, I must refrain from all this negativity on this supposed joyous day. Valentine's Day seems to me like an excuse for all the florists to make more money. Or for loved ones to make the single people jealous. But then, I can't help but feel slightly happier than normal. Perhaps this is because of our school's Valentines-spirit. The prefects seem to storm up and down the corridor, dressed up in red feather boas and cupid wings, and they sing very loudly to various love songs. It's a great distraction. Especially when they have to come in to perform their sing-a-grams. It's a good 15 minutes off classtime.

Speaking of joyous days, Jenny G is officially 15 years and 2 days old. As I have mentioned in one of my previous entries, we had a surprise for Jenny G on her birthday. And the surprise is..... *inserts drumroll*... A CHICKEN CAKE. Yupps. Well, we were about to give Jenny live chickens. As in ones that made sounds and walked and flapped and pooped. But we figured that we couldn't have brought it to school, and Jenny didn't want it, so we gave her the closest thing we could find to a live chicken- a cooked chicken. So when lunch rolled down, we presented her with our chicken cake. Bones, skin, candles alight and all. We all sung Happy Birthdays (although I giggled through most of it at the sight of the cake), and we allowed Jenny G to have the first 'stab'. If the cake was actually a cake, then she would have the first cut with the knife, but it wasn't actually a cake, so you can't slice it with a knife even if the school allowed it, so Jenny G got the first stab with a fork. We then all started stabbing and ripping at the chicken, and the rest was history.

We also presented her with two humongous heart-shaped glass jars to fill with stars. Earlier in the day, we had passed around star-paper to everyone who could make stars, and got them to contribute to Jenny's star-jar. At the end of the day, we managed to fill about 1/5 of the jar. I did say it was humongous.

Unfortunately, I forgot to bring my camera for this lovely occasion (although I did promise myself a million times to bring it), so there won't be any pictures of that for you to see. I hope you have managed to visualise the cake for yourself.

To make up for it, I have made a picture for everyone. I was bored this afternoon, and had nothing to do. Actually, I had heaps to do, but we have Swimming Carnival tomorrow, and there was no homework needed to be done urgently, so I took this well-earned minuscule holiday to do something I've been meaning to do- this picture:

I suddenly felt the inspiration to take photos of these doll-plushie things I had, but couldn't do so until tonight. It was harder to photograph than it looks. Those plushie things were so floppy and they wouldn't stay up, so I had to tie see-through string onto their heads and hang them up like puppets. And they wouldn't 'kiss' either, so I had to pin the noses together. ROFL. Well, I guess that photo has now lost any romantic meaning, because you now know all the gory behind-the-scene details. Oh wells.

Today was a horrible day though. Well, I was pretty happy all throughout the day, but one particularly event has scarred my day. In Science during third period, my nose started bleeding hardcore. I'm not sure what's wrong with my nose. It keeps bleeding very regularly. I was researching about this in the holidays, and I self diagnosed myself with a nose-tumour or hypertension. But the doctor told me that it isn't so. He said there was nothing wrong with me whatsoever. Whatever. When I die of a tumour, someone can go sue him for me. Anyways... back to my disastrous nosebleed. Well... the teacher was talking and the room was completely quiet. I felt my nose getting runny and I started thinking 'OMG please please please let that not be blood?!', and when I swiped my hand under my nose the check, my worst fears were confirmed true. I was nudging Jenny to tell the teacher because I had already pinched my nose before my face could get all bloody. Jenny put up her hand and called the teacher and the guys in front of us turned around to give us rude glares. And no one noticed me and my nose bleed. It's tragic, really. Blood started getting all over my face and hands, and finally the teacher realises and sends me out of the room with a box of tissues.

It was very boring outside the classroom. I stood out there for a good 30 minutes, with teachers passing by sympathetically, and those Valentines Day people asking me what the hell I was doing in the corridor with a mess of tissues around me. Tragic, embarrassing, and very very traumatising. When the bell finally rang, everyone in the class poured out, everyone started asking 'are you okay?!' or 'is your nose okay?!'. And for the rest of the day, I had to explain to people that I was okay. I decided to invent my own story- that Jenny L had punched me in the nose. It sounds so much more exciting, non?

Remember how I was complaining about only having $40 left? Well. Random strangers came to my house on the weekends and decided to give me heaps of red-envelope things. So now, I have $210. Don't ask how that happened. But it did. Not that I'm complaining though.

It's just that it really feels weird now, that I have money. You'd think that after this 3month spending drought, I would rampage through Westfields and buy everything, like some raving lunatic. Well, news flash: I now have self-control. Or so I think. I just... don't really feel the need to buy anything at the moment. I think that whole 'being-in-debt thing' did me good.

And because I've been so good for not spending anything, I decided to reward myself with an earring stand. I was planning to buy new earrings, but I saw the earring stand and bought that instead. I have way too many earrings, and they go astray, then I start losing them, or only having one earring of each pair. So this earring stand was a must. And here are the beautiful features of my new earring stand:

Nifty, non? There are four of those panel things (yes, even I couldn't fill the whole 4 panels with my monstrous amounts of earrings) and they fold up neatly for portability, and there are all these holes and hooks for you to put different types of earrings in. Close-up?

It was a bargain- only $11 at Spotlight. As I was sorting out my earrings onto the stand, I came to a realisation that most of my earrings were given to me as gifts. In fact, I have only bought about a quarter of the earrings myself, and the rest were given for birthdays or Christmases. Funny thing is, I could remember exactly who gave me what and when. I thought the only thing capable of jogging my horrendous memory were photographs, but I guess there's something else to add to the list- earrings.

Jenny N gave me those long silver earrings on the left of the third panel as a late Christmas present to me at the beginning of 2006. Those butterfly earrings on the second picture at the bottom (it kinda got cut off, but you can see it, right?) were given to me from Sophie for my birthday in 2006. Those blue gem-stone earrings (second picture, dead centre of picture?) were given to me by Maria for my birthday in 2007. And those round pink earrings were given to me from Uyennie for my birthday in 2005. Surprised you with my memory? I surprised myself. Earrings will never look the same to me, now.

Enough of this sappiness though, I should go do something more worthy. Like fending off Jenny L's stalkers.

Happy Belated Chinky New Year

2008-02-08T19:04:00.000+11:00

I have been so busy these days that I haven't bothered to find the time to blog. Not busy with school work necessarily, because I either forget it in my locker, or I had put it in my locker, intending to get it out after school but can't because a certain key-chucker had decided to chuck my locker key on a roof (more on that later). The point I'm trying to make is, my 'schedule' is very 'hectic' these days, so appreciate that I have found the time to keep my blog from dying. Yep, blogging is right between 'talk to jenny' and 'go looking for clothes I can't afford' on my schedule.

For those who don't know it, yesterday was Chinese New Year. It's supposedly not good if you do negative things on CNY because that would mean that your whole year would be negative. I think I'm going to have a negative year.

Firstly, I spent the first 9 hours of the New Year worrying about the books in my locker. On the day before this, after school, Jenny N decided to show off her strength my throwing her key at me from across the playground so I can go fetch my English homework. The thing is, she put a little too much strength into it, and the next thing I knew, my locker key was on the roof. Jenny Lam and I spent the whole night worrying about our poor locker key (It's raining! What if it falls down the drain?! What if it rusts?! What if we don't get out locker open by first period?!). We started to make plans for our locker key's funeral.

The next day, we forced Jenny N to climb up on the railing and feel around on the roof for the key. After half an hour of reaching for it with various devices, lots of passerbys chucking her weird looks, and me yelling at her from an upstairs window, she finally got it off the roof, to many cheers.

The rest of the day remained uneventful, until I reached home and had a CNY party chucked at my house. YAY RED ENVELOPES! But I still don't have all that much. If I repay all my debt, I have approximately... $40 left of my Chinese New Year money. My CNY money is my only source of income. It's supposed to last me a year of spending. How the freak am I going to live with only $40?! I need a job. Now. I will go job hunting immediately, after I finish this post. Lets hope that I type in my email without error this time.

That's not all that happened. Later that night, Jenny N was telling me how she was about to die because she had overdosed on some drugs. Since that shopping trip (long long time ago), she has been complaining about some blisters on her feet. She took some medicine yesterday to fix the blisters somehow. For some reason, she decided to overdose, then she went all drowsy. Today, she showed up at school limping hardcore. She blamed it on the medicine. It was quite funny though. She walked like some hobo psychopath mad man. Her left leg stuck out at this weird angle, and as she walked, she flailed her arm around. Like a tree. I'm laughing my head off, at the very thought of it. We decided we could help her, so Jenny L and Sophie tried to carry her to Maths. They kept collapsing, and so gave up after two tries. Jenny flailed and limped all the way to Maths, where she received much sympathy from everyone. Although, I think everyone was secretly trying not to laugh their heads off. It was really very funny.

For the rest of the day, she decided to use us as crutches. It has made me very sore on the shoulders. Especially when she was pretending to limp harder than she really way, just to receive pity from her mum. I don't think her mum saw it though.

If This is Yr10, Kill Me Now.

2008-02-03T20:16:00.000+11:00

I hate school. More than anything and anyone I hate at the moment. It's completely depressing and I dread every moment of it. First day back, I arrived half dead, sleep deprived (I couldn't sleep the night before, because I wanted to savour the last moments of my holidays) and with an empty stomach (I couldn't down my breakfast either, because I was nauseated by the thought of school). So the new school year and I started off on the wrong foot.

Then we had to sit in the sweltering sun to listen to teachers ramble off about terrific test results. After this, we moved off to the equally sweltering hall, where I had to endure even more pointless rambling about things that didn't exactly register into my head. Then I received my terrific timetable. Terrific in every sense except for my English teacher. She's a complete bitch and I'm willing to pay someone to assassinate her for me. Anyone up for it?

My timetable really is great. For example, every Monday, I have Mr Kunjittykudy, twice in a row, in the exact classroom. Isn't that great? Then I can catch up on all my homework all at once in those two periods. And I don't even have to move between the periods. I just sit in that one spot for 120 minutes.

Another example is the fact that we have this new good looking teacher for PE. I wouldn't call him hot, but he's good looking, nonetheless. Which is a good thing. He might be able to encourage me to actually get off my butt in PE this year. Jenny N thinks he's hot, though. Poor her, she had to experience this particularly embarassing moment involving the new teacher. Earlier last year, when this new teacher had worked at our school as a sub, Jenny N had told us that she thought he was hot. On Friday when he was calling the roll and a guy from another class passed by and yelled 'Lucky you! Your teacher's HOT!', Jenny N whispered to Jenny L 'what did I tell you?'. Unfortunately for her, the teacher heard, turned to her and thanked her. ROFL.

I know it isn't nice to take joy out of other's pain (or humility in this case), but that must've been the highlight of my past 2 days at school. Year 10 is starting to look very scary at the moment. The first thing any teachers talk about are the assessments and how important it is that we don't mess around this year. I may have only gone back to school for two days, but I'm already drowning in homework. Thanks to my English teacher. But that's okay, I think I'll do my English homework in Commerce tomorrow.

P.S. Jenny G's bday is coming up! On Tuesday 12th. We're having a small celebration with a small cake. Be there if you think she'd like you to be there. (In front of the French staffroom in case you were wondering).

Back to School Woes

2008-01-29T21:33:00.000+11:00

Edit: To all those who have complained about the laggyness of this site: it's not the music. Don't blame the music when you don't know what it is. It is, in fact, the PNG filter that makes certain parts of my pictures transparent. I've removed the filter completely, but it may or may not lag. Many people haven't experienced the laggyness at all, so it clearly isn't just my site that's the problem. /edit

Every holiday, I would make promises to myself to make the most out of them. To go out and enjoy life without school, and spend them wisely. But I never do. Instead, I hide myself from the world and spend many many hours in front of the computer or the TV. In the long holidays, I usually start them excitedly, trying to get everything I wanted to do first in case I forget to do them. I eventually run out of things to do and sit in front of the computer, complaining to Jenny L about how bored I am. About halfway through the holidays, I think that maybe school isn't so bad after all. I start to get excited at the prospect of getting new classes and new teachers. I waste the last few weeks on school-related things, such as buying back to school equipment, finding my school uniform amidst the mountains of clothes in my room, and attempting to make myself presentable to the world again. And in the last 3 days of my holidays, I wake up each morning filled with dread, remembering the horrific school-related dream I had.

Like this morning for instance. I woke up at about 8 (I'm not sure why. I usually wake up at 10. It must be my natural instincts telling me that school is nearing and that I should stop sleeping in). Anywhos, yes. I woke up at 8, remembering the dream I had. It's all fuzzy in my head right now, but I remember something about a new English teacher who was really young and nice, and something about English excursions involving rowing boats, snow, and Jenny G. This wasn't the first time I've dreamt of school. All throughout the holidays, and especially in the past few nights, my nice dreams have been taken over by scary school-related dreams. It turns out I'm not the only one. Jenny L told me that she dreamt of Jenny N being the only one in the highest maths class (taught by Mr Maths ROFL), and Jenny L somehow got shifted up to the highest class (like I did last year). Jenny N also had a Maths related dream. She dreamt of herself being the only person in our group, to make the highest maths class. That obviously pleased her.

Apart from pondering about my dreams, I also spend my day rushing about, getting school supplies. I bought everything a tad late this year, because I wasn't bothered to do it early. I got this pretty champagne-coloured organiser to replace my school diary. Those school diaries aren't exactly pleasing to the eye, and the spirals on them always get tangled up with my other books, ripping the covers off them. My group decided we'ld be smart this year and cover our books with giftwrap paper, instead of the regular book wrapping paper. I decided to be the first to try this, to discover horrific results. All my books died. They were all sticky, and crinkly, and poofy, and disgusting. Jenny G wouldn't believe me, so she decided to cover her books with wrapping paper too, and they turned out perfectly fine. I concluded that the reason behind my horrific books was because the actual paper was of the foil variety. And seeing how cheap school books are these days, I decided to buy more books, and wrap them all up again. This time without foily wrapping paper. Wise move this time, because, thankfully, all my books now look perfectly fine. Thank god.

Other than that, I've been trying to make myself look like I didn't spend all my holidays in front of the computer. I mean, I haven't brushed my hair in days, let alone blowdry it. My skin is dry and in need of much exfoliation, and my face is oily and frecklier than before. I haven't seen the light of day in weeks (not really, but it looks like it), and, to sum it all up shortly, I look like hell. This calls for a lot of self-revamping, in a short period of time.

But seriously, I'm not prepared to go back to school. It's going to be a big change from being at home. At home, there's food constantly available so I never go hungry, the air-con remote is within arm's reach, I can go to the toilet whenever I please, and there's no one to tell me what to do. Most of all, I haven't had to learn. I haven't written much either. The other day, Mandy asked me for help on some Maths homework, and it was something I had already learnt more than once, but I had no idea how to do it. My brain strains itself to make anything out of the numbers at all. I seriously cannot go back to school. I will die.

Something I'll never understand is how some people can look forward to going back to school. Take my sister for instance. She goes back to school tomorrow, and her friends have been calling all day, discussing school and about how excited they are. I seriously worry for my sister. She's a smart kid, she really is, but sometimes, I can't help but wonder what goes on inside her head. Her friends too. Maybe I just feel a bit protective over my sister, or maybe I'm starting to get old-fashioned, but I don't see any fun in what my sister's friends seem to do. Which consists mainly of taking pictures of themselves and putting it up on Bebo, then going to each other's Bebo pages to look at each other's pictures and comment, hoping for a comment in return. And the conversations that they have over the phone! I couldn't help but overhear a particularly tête-à-tête between my sister and her air-head of a friend. It went something like this:

Sister: huh?
Friend: huh?
Sister: huh?
Friend: You're not making sense
Sister: no YOU'RE not making sense
Friend: no, YOU'RE not making sense
Sister: I'm not making sense because YOU'RE not making sense
Friend: Huh? You're not making sense.
Sister: Whatever.
Friend: So, like, who should I like, invite to my birthday party?
Sister: Idunno
Friend: You do know, it's like, on the 17th, right?
Sister: Yeh, I'm excited.
Friend: Good, so, what are you like, going to give me?

And on it went. Seriously, I can't help but worry. Oh wells, my sister can go learn from her mistakes herself. Not that she listens to me anyways.

It's all in the past...

Marriages, Proposals, and Chad Michael Murray

2008-01-27T22:41:00.000+11:00

Boredom occurs quite frequently for me, but I dont think I've ever quite experienced boredom like I did last night. Jenny L joined me in being bored. I don't think I can explain how bored I was last night, so let me try to visualise it for you by telling you what we were doing to past time. First, I decided to look at design-award winning websites. Some of these websites include :
http://www.cowshedproductions.co.uk/
http://volll.com/#section_main
http://www.laloco.com/

Jenny pointed out that the last website had some French in it, and we were marvelling at how classy part-french websites looked, when I remembered the 50 Things to do Before I Die list I made (go look at it under the 'About Me' section). One of these these things was to learn and speak French frequently. And as bored as I was, I decided to make a start on it. I found this site: www.bonjour.com/

On the last page (Love and Romance), it taught us how to say things such as 'I love you' and 'Will you marry me' and stuff like that. We were having this huge laugh over some of the things, including 'I want to have your baby'. ROFL.

Then Jenny moved onto doing what everyone does, at some point in their life; she typed in random websites to see if they worked. A few minutes later, she randomly informed me that she would love to have someone write her name in the sky. For some reason, I was reminded of a very random moment I shared with her about 4 hours ago:

So I suddenly thought about how sweet it would be if a guy took you to a picnic in a park and made you lie down and look at the clouds, when you see a plane zooming around in the sky, spelling out 'WILL YOU MARRY ME *insert name*?'. I would love for my proposal to be something equally sweet. Not that I'm planning to get married anywhere in the near future. Not at all. Jenny may be looking forward to it, but I don't really have any thoughts on it at all. All I know is that I want to finish uni, get a job, get rich and gain success before I marry. Although by then, it may be too late. Whatever, I'll change my mind then, but that's the plan for now. Anyways, Jenny and I went a bit crazy and suddenly decided to brainstorm a list of the sweetest ways to be proposed to. Then I found some real life sweet proposals whilst we were researching. Anywhos, here's a few that we came up with:

Being lead down a corridor with heaps of candles and a string quartet playing, and once you get to the end, he goes down on one knee and proposes
This is a true story one: this guy presented this girl with a box filled with long stemmed red roses for her birthday. Then he told her that a picture was worth a thousand words, and that he wanted to give her a photo because they had met at some photography convention thing, so when she pulled aside the roses, there was a silver framed picture of him on one knee holding out a jewellery box. The box in the picture was unclear, so she looked up at him to see him on one knee holding out the box with a ring
Going to a museum/jewellery shop, to find a ring with a note next to it with a proposal to you

There were more but I can't really remember anymore.

We also came up with a list of ways in which we would not like to be proposed to:

In public: you are forced to say yes, otherwise the guy would have a mental breakdown in public, and everyone there would think you're a bitch.
Finding a ring in some sort of food: I would not be able to find it in my food. I don't really take notice of what I'm eating, and would probably end up choking on it.
Having a post-it note saying 'marry me?' stuck on the car window. I may notice it a bit late (like when I want to change lanes), and end up in a car crash.

There was more of these as well, but I can't remember either. God my memory sucks.

While we were researching, we passed this page full of sweet celebrity proposals. One of these included Chad Michael Murray's proposal to Sophia Bush. He proposed in Australia at a tennis court that he adorned with with 20 bouquets of roses and 500 lit candles spelling out a special message for Bush. How jeolous I am. My gosh that guy's cute. If only he'd propose to me. ROFL. Jenny and I had this discussion about him after this. I'll stick it below:
- __ _» ` х3.T H E R E S A ~ ! ;; says: zomg
- __ _» ` х3.T H E R E S A ~ ! ;; says: CHAD MICHAEL MURRAY IS SO CUTE
- __ _» ` х3.T H E R E S A ~ ! ;; says: I rewatched Cinderella Story the other day
- __ _» ` х3.T H E R E S A ~ ! ;; says: so cuuuute~!
- JENNY LAM says: YES HE IS.
- JENNY LAM says: OMG.
- __ _» ` х3.T H E R E S A ~ ! ;; says: Why can't he propose to meeeeeeee?!
- JENNY LAM says: I WAS OBSSESSED WITH HIM LIKE FOR AGES BEFORE.
- __ _» ` х3.T H E R E S A ~ ! ;; says: so jeolous
- __ _» ` х3.T H E R E S A ~ ! ;; says: Yes! I was obssessed toooo!
- JENNY LAM says: Ahahhas
- __ _» ` х3.T H E R E S A ~ ! ;; says: I was. like fully in love in year 6
- JENNY LAM says: Yeh.
- __ _» ` х3.T H E R E S A ~ ! ;; says: He looks ugly in Freaky Friday
- JENNY LAM says: LOL.
- __ _» ` х3.T H E R E S A ~ ! ;; says: but everywhere else, he's so cuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuute
- JENNY LAM says: YEEEEESSSSS.
- __ _» ` х3.T H E R E S A ~ ! ;; says: *squeals!*
- JENNY LAM says: ROFL.
- __ _» ` х3.T H E R E S A ~ ! ;; says: How old is he now?
- JENNY LAM says: Ahahhas.
- JENNY LAM says: No idea.
- __ _» ` х3.T H E R E S A ~ ! ;; says: sighsighsigh
- JENNY LAM says: He's 26.
- __ _» ` х3.T H E R E S A ~ ! ;; says: Hmm... how much difference is that?
- JENNY LAM says: He's nearly double you.
- JENNY LAM says: LOL.
- __ _» ` х3.T H E R E S A ~ ! ;; says: oh
- __ _» ` х3.T H E R E S A ~ ! ;; says: ok
- JENNY LAM says: But he's super cute anyways.
- JENNY LAM says: Ahahhas.

And it went on and on like that. But he IS so cute, isn't he? Oh wells, I'm probably boring you all with my lovesick rambling on Chad Michael Murray, so I'll stop here. In fact, I'll end the entry here too, because I suspect that it's starting to get long. I'll save everything else I have to say for another time.

P.S. I've just relaunched Jenny N's blog this afternoon XD. Click here to go there. She made me work my arse off all afternoon on her layout. I should be charging her. She refuses to accept that the blue I used is sky blue. She says that it's hideous and that it would look so much nicer black. I knew that the results would be disastrous, so I turned the background black, just to show her how disgusting it looks, but she loved it. I refused to be credited for making anything so ugly, and turned it blue again, much to her dismay.

I don't need you in my life...

Group Outing + My Newly Made Bag & Pencil Case

2008-01-23T21:52:00.001+11:00

Yesterday (or was it yesterday? It seemed so long ago), my group bothered to drag their butts of the front of their computers and we met up at Liverpool Westfields to watch a movie and go shopping. I ended up picking Jenny N and Jenny G from Cabra, and Jenny L kept frantically calling me in fear that she'd have to walk around Westfields like a loner/loser. Her fears were faced when Jennies and I couldn't find the food court. We were meant to meet in front of the cinemas, and to access that, you needed to find the food court, but due to all the renovations which Westfields Liverpool had undertaken, no one knew where the food court was. We eventually stumbled across the food court to find Jenny L standing all alone like a loner. Lunch was bought and we waited an age in front of the cinemas for Sophie to arrive. I took a few pictures out of boredom:

I took more, but everyone kept ducking out of the way as I took the pictures, and most of them were all blurry or too dark. Sophie arrived at last and we debated over which movie to watch. Jenny N and Sophie were planning to watch Cloverfield and the rest of us were going to watch P.S. I Love You (after much enjoyment from reading the book. Cecelia Ahern rocks!), but there wasn't a session anytime soon, so we almost watched 27 Dresses, but Jenny L wanted everyone to be together in one cinema, so we ended up watching Cloverfield. It wasn't as good as everyone had anticipated. Jenny L's cousin had told her it was really good, Jenny N's brother's reactions were super, and I had watched some reviews on it, all saying that it was really good. But it wasn't. It was way too short, and kind of pointless. Everyone dies or gets chomped up by the monster, or explodes. Although near the end, where they were shouting 'I LOVE YOU' at each other, was really sweet. But that was it. Maybe I'm not really a fan of sci-fi. I'm more of a chick-flick person actually. Oh wells.

Afterwards, we wandered around, wondering where to go, when Sophie fearfully discovered that Jenny N was towering over the rest of us. A lookie down at her feet soon calmed her down, as she sees that Jenny N was wearing the most gigantic pair of platforms ever:

She kept complaining about her blisters on her feet. Serve's her right. Next time we go out somewhere, I might where my giant heeled boots just to get her back for trying to be taller than all of us. Anyways, we kept walking and slowly drifted over to Myers, where we decided to go in for a visit. We walked around smelling all the perfume, and when we reached Britney Spear's new perfume's display, I heard this guy who looked 17-ish, saying to his friends, 'Man, I feel sorry for Britney Spears...' LOLS. Anyways, we mainly smelt perfume, and we also happened to pass this place that had these bottles of incense to smell:

Afterwards, we got bored and Sophie, Jenny N and I kept begging to go to Toys R Us, so everyone else eventually agreed and in we went! We mucked around a lot, and at some stage, we all convinced Jenny L to sit on this big stuffed horse so I can take a picture, when this guy who worked there passed by and told Jenny off. We couldn't stop giggling for ages and Jenny L just walked around with us, looking pissed.

We eventually got bored so walked out, and it was time for most of us to start heading home, but on the way out, we stopped by at the Guess store so Jenny L could find a wallet similar to mine, but we gave up and started walking out again, when Sophie and Jenny N decided to grab a Starbucks coffee. That took ages so we took off without them to Spotlight because we had to go there before we went home so that I could buy ribbon for my bag and pencil case, and Jenny G can buy fabric for her bag.

When I got home, I started on my bag immediately, and finished it that night. Today, I spent the whole morning out and the whole afternoon in the sewing room, making my pencil case, and listening to Heath Ledger's death be mentioned a million times on the radio. That's so sad though. RIP Heath Ledger. Anyways, I finished both my bag and my pencil case, and took pictures of them to post up here (Jenny N's request).

For the bag picture, my desk was too stuffy to put it on, so I put it on the floor a few metres away and took a picture. After putting it on my computer, I realised how dark it was- so dark that you can't see the pocket on the front. It's of the same fabric but it's really see-able outside, just not in that dark picture. And no amount of photoshopping could have fixed this problem. In the second picture is my pencil case! It's sort of wrinkly because I'd just washed it and it hadn't yet dried. The ribbon's also several shades darker because it was wet.

All in all, I think the pencil case we much much harder to make. It was so much smaller, and there was a zipper. Zippers are evil. They're so hard to sew onto tiny things, such as my pencil case.

Ooh yeh, keep the 24th of March free peoples, we're having a joint party at Jenny N's house for Sophie, Jenny N and meeee. May we Jenny N? You owe our group a trip to your house.

All the reasons are gone...

BACK~

2008-01-21T20:59:00.000+11:00

I've been back since Sunday, but I haven't been bothered to collect all my photos and make an entry since then, but here I am! Back with heaps of photos and... stuff I bought. No, I have not made one cent since my last post, so yes, it means that I am still in debt, and yes, because I bought stuff, I am even further in debt. I'll ramble off about that later, now, lets talk about my holidays!

Day 1
I woke up in the early hours of 4am and stumbled into the car, falling asleep almost at once. I'll spare you the details of the long car trip in the noisy, stuffy minibus, bladder pains, hungriness and headaches, and skip to when we arrive at Gold Coast 12 hours later...

Tacky, non? I came, expecting 5 star luxury, plush sofas, sparkling pools, and green lawns. But what do I get? The Beachcomber. Yes. Only 3.5 stars, sofas that look plush but are actually really hard and sticky (I don't want to think of why it could possibly be sticky), pools that were overly salty (I don't want to think of why they're salty either), and brown lawns. Not to mention Foxtel with only 8 channels, a tiny T.V, some sort of stain on the wall (I thought it was coke. My dad said it was champagne), and a teeny tiny kitchen. But the view was pretty nice. And it was really near the beach and shops. Anywhos, here are some pics:

I tried to take a picture of the whole sign, but that obviously didn't work. And I couldn't go back a step, because that would get me splattered all over the road.

We were all too tired that night to go anywhere, so nothing that night.

Day 2

We went to Australia Fair right after breakfast, and goodness me that place was huge. I wandered around with my cousin Maria and looked and tried on a million things, knowing that I shouldn't buy any of them. I ended up buying these cute shoes from Tightrope. Tightrope is so cheap, and I feel that I should buy something, but I can never find anything I like. The only good things in there are the shoes. Anywhos, I don't remember much of anything else, but I do remember my disappointment when we went to Bardot, and there was a sale! When I buy from Bardot, I usually buy full price because they never seem to have a sale, but ooh lahs! A sale! I could probably save over $50 on one item. So I entered the store with high hopes, but couldn't find anything I liked. Everything I liked was all goneee. There was a point when I was looking through the $10 rack (yes! $10! At Bardot! Unbelievable, non?) And found this really really prettty skirt that originally costed $70. But it was a size 12. There was only one of that skirt left. But it was a freaking size 12. My gosh, that's like double my size. So I couldn't even go home and fix it up with the sewing machine. How does one fit a skirt thats twice one's size?! After looking through the whole shop for another of the skirt, unsuccessfully, I gave home and walked home very very disappointed.

Then we went to the beach! But the tides were scarily strong. It was due to some tropical storm that occured some weeks ago, and it was still causing the water to go crazy. Or so I heard. By then, my legs were starting to really hurt. After shopping all day (the shops were huge, and I forgot that mental note I made to myself about not wearing any shoes with the slightest hint of heels, so my feet were super sore), my legs were really too tired to stand up against the super strong tides that felt like they were aiming to topple me over. But I endured it, and we eventually walked (yes, more pain) back to the disgusting hotel, where I swam in the salty pool. Swimming is very hard, after a whole day of shopping and trying to keep vertical in very strong tides. Keeping your sister on your shoulders so that she can wrestle your cousin, on your other cousin's shoulder, is even harder.

I thought that I would be able to go home and collapse on the bed, uninterrupted for the rest of the night, but no, the adults had other plans. We were to go to the casino. Of course, us under eighteens couldn't. But the casino had all these shops and restaurants everywhere. So Maria and I went for a wander. We went in this souvenir shop, which seemed to be full of Guess bags. And that's when I made the crazy decision to own one of these Guess wallets. I didn't buy it in that shop, of course. Because souvenir shops are always expensive. But I made a note to buy one of these wallets, because they were all so beautiful and expensive looking. No, not expensive looking, they were expensive. The bags were really nice too. But I wasn't looking for a Guess bag (oh no, I already own one), no. I wanted one of those wallets. I resisted the urge to go buy one then and there, and wandered of to one of the restaurants, pretending that I could actually buy something in there, when in fact, I didn't have enough for even a drink. Poor me. My cousin and I also took many many pictures, but unfortunately, they are all on her phone and I haven't had the chance to get hold of them yet.

Day 3
We went to Wet and Wild Water World on this day. It was very very tiring. I can't remember much of it. Just that the unending stairs that went around and around, to the top of the ride, were very tiring. And that the floaties which I had to drag around (yes, I had to drag around, and I got no help whatsoever because my cousins are all too little, and when they try to help, they only make it harder), were very very heavy. And the ground was very very hot and spiky, so I had to run, otherwise my feet would enter a mode of extreme pain. And yes, it was very tiring, altogether. I think I lost a lot of weight on that day. I have pictures...

I can't remember what ride that was. I only remember that thank god we didn't have to carry that floatie. But the climb up the stairs was very very long.

This ride's called the Tornado. I can't really understand why it's called so. It should have some other name that warns us of the extreme pain and suffering we go through when climbing up those stairs. Because that floatie was really really heavy. It may not look heavy, but looks are very deceiving. Especially the look of this floatie. The climb up was pure torture. I was fully lagging the line, and all the people behind me were all pushing and shoving and pissing me off very very badly. And my cousins were of no help at all. They just ran round and round me very excitedly, causing me to get even more pissed. By the time I was on top of the ride, I was out of breath and very very tired. But the ride was worth it. It was really fun. And soaking. I guess it may surprise you that I actually went on this ride three times. Yes, three torturous climbs up the dreaded stairs. But it was worth it.

Yes, I'm in that floatie somewhere.

I didn't remember this ride from the heavy floatie, or the big climb up, but the hot and stuffiness of the slide. As obvious, the ride is black and would've attracted much heat. But I was surprised at how hot it was.

After staying at that theme park for 7 hours, we went home and went to my other cousin's hotel. It was called the Focus. Sounds much classier than mine. It looked classier too. It looked like some Roman building. In fact, it was classier. We stayed there for a barbeque, then walked to the arts and craft markets. I always go to the arts and crafts market when I go to Gold Coast. It's right on the bay of Surfer's Paradise and is always full of fascinating stuff you could buy, and find no where else. But I resisted buying something this time. Because my pocket was worse than empty. I eventually got sick of looking at things I knew I couldn't buy, so I went with Maria down to the beach. We took off our shoes and walked out to the sea and got our feet wet. Getting wet at the beach at night is very different to getting wet during the day. I could barely see anything, and the beach was completely empty apart from the few couples sitting on the sand and making out. The waves were very foamy and clean. The foam caused me to go high and burst into fits of giggles everytime a wave came and hit my toes. At one point, my cousin saw a bunch of waves coming and said 'yes, come and get us!' and WHOOSH! This humungous wave hit us and most of my pants got wet. We walk back to our shoes, cursing at the sea. That wasn't exactly very nice of us, because we did kind of ask for it, but I had no idea what I was doing then. I also got two cones of ice-cream that night =9. I think I gained back all the weight I had lost earlier on.

Day 4
Maria and her family wanted to go to Sea World on that day, but my family didn't want to go (we had already gone about 3 years ago. It's one of those theme parks where the novelty wears off after you go once), so we stayed home the whole day. Now that I think of it, we didn't really, but it felt like it. We stayed home until about lunch time, then we went to Australia Fair, another massive mall, and where I spent another heap of money. This time, it was in Diva. There was that $5 sale I talked of in one of my past posts, but this time, the shop was pretty much empty, so I jumped in and bought anything I could get my hands on. This meant further debt. I later went to Valleygirl and picked out a bunch of tops, but when I tried them on, it must have been my empty wallet looking at the mirror, because I didn't like any of them and ended up walking out of the shop empty handed. Which may have been a good thing. I also went to Sportsgirl and fell in love with this crocheted beret, which I unfortunately, can't buy.

After this short shopping trip, we went home and I went to the super salty pool once again. I stayed until I got all wrinkly and couldn't stand the saltiness anymore. That night, we went out to go shopping in all the stores outside, and I found this place called Galleria. As soon as I saw the window displays of Fendi purses, Coach bags, Burberry coats, and a mass of other goods that can't be found in Sydney unless you go to the city, I knew that I just had to go in. Surely, it would be beneficial. It was closed though, so I made my dad promise me that he'ld take me there tomorrow. I had another ice-cream. It was very chocolatey.

Day 5
My parents suddenly decided that they wanted to go to this place called Tropical Fruit World, and I grudgingly agreed to tag along, but it was funner than I anticipated. First, we went on this really open bus thing, and zoomed through these rows and rows of gardens. I took heaps of pictures:

I also happened to see a pineapple... plant. But I didn't get to take a picture of it. I haven't ever thought of what a pineapple grew on, but I would never imagine that it grew the way I saw it grow. There was this shrub on the ground. It was sort of spiky, and there was this stick shooting out from the middle of it. The stick was about 20cm tall, and on top of the stick was a single upright pineapple. There was a whole farm of these funny pineapples, and I couldn't stop laughing the whole time we were passing it. Which was why I couldn't take any pictures.

We also stopped at this place with heaps of trees with macademia nuts on them. We got to pick the macademias and crack them open and eat them~!

After the bus ride, we walked to this little animal farm...the animals were very funny.

Then we got to go on this water bus thing and feed these pieces of bread to the swans:

We went home soon after this, and as my dad promised, he took me and Maria to Galleria! For those of you who still don't know what this store is, click here. Yes, 3 whole storeys of heaven. I wasn't expecting to buy anything, but I couldn't say no when I saw this beautiful Guess wallet that was on sale. So yes, I bought it. Shame that I'ld have no money to actually put in my wallet.

Anywhos, that night, we wandered the shops a bit more, and I ate a bit more ice-cream, and we went home.

Day 6
We all woke up, and started to load the minibus with all the luggage, and by the time we set out for the road, we were like 6 hours behind schedule. I arrived home at about 12 in the morning, had to shower and unpack and finally fell asleep at 2. I was surprised at how cold it was when I stepped out of the car in my shorts and tank top. Jenny Lam had texted me earlier, warning me of the extreme cold temperature, but I thought she was exaggerating. But when I stepped off the minibus, WHOOSH! came the wind, and I soon realised that Jenny wasn't exaggerating. It's so cold these days. I'm going to catch pneumonia like those poor Aborigines who moved from Australia to England.

Unemployment

2008-01-12T19:13:00.000+11:00

Yes, once again, I got bored of my old layout way too quickly, and made a new one. But it's very occupying and I like the happiness I get after I finish doing a layout. Although, this layout was particularly infuriating because I was capped (my internet uncaps on the 13th, you see) and I couldn't check to see if there were any errors in the coding. But alas! I have finally uploaded the resources! :smile

If only I got paid for this crap. But unfortunately, I don't. I am in desperate need of a job. I am so so broke. No, I'm worse than broke. I am in debt. And I have come to a... realisation, of why I am still unemployed. Because shortly before the holidays started, I decided to write a resume, then went forth, spending about 4 hours, sending applications and resumes to what I would estimate as over 100 places. I searched all the malls nearby and applied for anything that was remotely suitable. In these past few weeks, I was wondering why? After 5 weeks, has no one replied, not a single one of those have emailed me back. Email, of course, because that's what every of those jobs required. Just your name, email, resume, and why you wanted the job. Now, lets step away from that subject for a moment, so that I can explain something about Firefox, for those of you who do not use Firefox. When there is a field that says 'Email' in it, whatever you type in will be remembered. So when I go to fill out forms with the field 'Email' in it, I rest assured knowing that my email is saved in there, and I would not need to type it in again. Now, imagine the state of shock I was in when I was filling out something the other day, and happened noticed this:

In case you didn't notice anything wrong with it, lets zoom up, shall we?

Yes. There is a GODDAMN COMMA THERE, IN PLACE OF FULLSTOP. NO WONDER NONE OF MY FREAKING APPLICATIONS WERE REPLIED TO. BECAUSE THOSE POOR PEOPLE OUT THERE, TRYING TO GIVE POOR ME A JOB, CAN'T EMAIL ME BECAUSE WHEN THEY TRY, SOME SCREEN WILL SHOOT UP AND TELL THEM MY EMAIL DOESN'T EXIST. :tantrum WELL DUH IT DOESN'T EXIST. BECAUSE WHAT EMAIL HAS A COMMA IN IT? *Calms down*. I still regret the 4 hours I've wasted on it. But it's no wonder I didn't get a job. I mean, what kind of employer will employ people who can't spot the difference between commas and fullstops? And now that I've formatted my computer and forgotten to keep a copy of my resume, I can't even reapply. Not that I'd be bothered to go through all that again. Oh I know, why don't I make a resume right here, and someone can come by and realise that I would be a brilliant employee who can earn them heaps of money. Okay. Let us start.

My Resume
I have many many skills. Many of which may or may not be useful, but skills, nevertheless. These skills include:

I can type. Of course, many people can type, but someone once told me that you should put it on your resume. Don't ask me why. Although, I tend to put commas in, in place of fullstops, especially when typing email addresses, so one should not trust me to type email addresses. Although, I can make a wonderful contribution by suggesting that people move the comma key on the keyboard elsewhere, because people like I, who can't be bothered moving their pinky one cm further, have accidents and type in commas instead of fullstops.
I'm also great with children. When I look after children, we have great fun. Not in the paedophilic sense, if you're thinking wrong. Because I would never be a paedophile. Kids piss me off too much. And although I'm very great with kids, I tend to be very impatient when kids are involved. Have I told anyone of the time when I had to run through the bushes with my cousins, Rosa and Bob, because these little boys which are distant relatives of mine (although I don't really know them that well) decided to attack Bob with their waterguns, so I decided to help Bob out, but then I ended up getting soaked too, and I got so pissed that I picked up a branch lying in the park and decided to whack one of the older kids, which caused them to get pissed at me and soak me some more. At some point, I managed to wrestle a watergun off one of the little kids, but I had no idea how to use it, so we (Rosa, Bob and I) gave up and ran into the wilderness to avoid getting wet. Well, not really the wilderness. It was like the bushes. This is in Hornsby. Hornsby has many bushes. And if you can't imagine what running through the bushes is like, let me try to paint a picture in your mind: there were many many rocks. All over the ground. And lots of gum trees. And insects. And at one point, a spider (not just some little one. Like a real scary hairy big one) crawled on my shoe, and we all shrieked and had to keep running because there may be more spiders at the 'sort-of cave' we were hiding in. Well. I'm getting off track. The point is, I'm great with kids, as long as it doesn't involve getting soaked. Or them crying.
I know how to iron clothes. Very well. My wardrobe's dead straight, (but you can't really tell because there's too much in there for you to make out anything other than a blur of colours), but really, they're very straight. I iron my clothes a lot. Though, I wouldn't want to be employed somewhere that made me iron clothes. Actually, forget this skill. It doesn't really count.
I can Photoshop whatever you please, but cannot work unless I have my requirements. Which includes having a bottle of Frantelle or Mt Franklin water (preferably 600mL bottle) at room temperature off to my left (because Photoshopping makes me terribly thirsty). I also need a small desktop fan to my right, because it's comforting. I need one of those wheelie chairs with adjustable height. And the desk needs to be at elbow height. I also need papers and crayons around so that I can scribble down widths and heights and hexadecimal colours. Photoshop should also have all the toolbars I like open. Which is the normal toolbar (best in the centre of the window) and the layers toolbar to be off to the left. Nothing else should be opened. It can't lag either, because I'll get pissed and end up kicking the computer. And I am, in no way, at fault if your computer breaks.
I can cook, but very limited things. Very very limited. Lets make a list: I can make Mi Goreng. And any other type of instant noodle. And Easy Mac. And other microwaveable pastas. Hmm... I must know how to cook other things. I made a mental list once. Let me try to remember... I know how to cut up fries :yes. My memory limits me from remember anything much further than that, but I assure you there are many other things I can cook
I know how to rate books after reading them. Although, this may be a very easy task, I have much experience and know a good book when I read one. The experience is, of course, the booklist that Jenny Lam and I share. It is compulsory that we list on any book we have read, and plan to read, and after reading them, we have to give it a mark out of 10. This mark depends on whether the book makes us cry, or laugh, whether its engaging, the length, details, etc etc. See? Plentiful experience.
Ooh, I know one. I can dye and bleach hair. I've had plenty of experience. I mean, I've bleached hair at the back of my head, so bleaching someone else's hair can't be harder. But of course, I am not at fault if all your hair happens to fall out when I accidently leave the bleach in for two long. Nor is it my fault if you end up looking like an elephant (Yes. Elephant. Ever watched that TodayTonight episode when there was that girl on that had a freak accident with bleach? I didn't watch it myself, but Jenny Lam watched it. The girl supposedly had poofed up eyes, which made it very small and beady, and her face was also puffed up. Like an elephant. Oh, and I've just heard that her nose turned long too. Jenny just said "YES. The bleach made it grow." Sounds like Pinochio to me, but okay...

Oh dear me, that's only seven skills. It's no wonder nobody employs me. Poor me. I should be pitied upon. OH MY GOD I KNOW WHAT ELSE!
8. This skill is very very very good. I know how to stalk people. I've done so for... someone. I don't think they'd like it if I mentioned their name. But they have made me stalk certain people for them, because they can't themselves, due to... the environment in which they live. But I've tracked down many many things for this person. Stalking isn't that hard actually. Because all the people this person needs to stalk goes to this particular school. And I know heaps of people from this school. And Jenny Lam also knows many people. She has many friends in this school, in fact. And Bebo also helps. It's unbelievable the amount of pictures and personal information that people put on their Bebo pages. I guess they're trying to attract stalkers, like the person whom I'm stalking for. No, I am not in fact a stalker, because I am stalking for someone else. That does not make me a stalker. Does it? Well I'm good a stalking. But I'm not a stalker. I just stalk for stalkers. If that makes sense.

I think this entry is very long. But I can't really tell. My estimation skills have never been very good. But I'll trust my instincts and believe it's too long.

One one last note, I will be gone from the 14th to the 20th of January. Where? Gold Coast! I love it there. I love how I get so much exercise (walking through markets, shopping, beaching, swimming, walking in the morning to find breakfast, running up and down fire escape stairs because they're faster than elevators, etc etc.) I also love the beautiful hotels I'm staying at, the decor of the room in which I'm staying, the beaches, the cleaner environment, the bigger shops, the whiter sand, :lovesick. Although, I won't be doing much spending, because I have absolutely no money. Shame.

I don't think I'll be posting from there, but if they happen to have wireless there, I'll post something short now and then, and maybe some photos too. Ta taas my darlings.

Epiphanies and SuperJennies

2008-01-10T13:41:00.000+11:00

The other day, my cousins decided to pop over for a visit and they showed me this, which I found highly inspiring: clickclick!

Now, remember this picture?

Wells, I've been planning to make an animation out of it for weeks but I never got around to it. After showing the inspiring picture to Jenny, I told her to continue drawing because one day, her talents will bloom and she'll become super famous. She told me that I should showcase her first amazing drawing by turning it into an animation, so that one day when she becomes a great artist, she can look back and laugh. And being as bored as I was, I decided to make an animation. I finished it 24 hours after I was actually meant to finish, but I was a bit rusty with Adobe Flash, and the animation had more frames than I expected. Well, I thought it would be simple but I just added more and more plot until it was over 100 frames. And finally, here it is! (it takes a bit of time to load so let it load) Clickclick!

Yes, the pictures are kinda bad quality. I can't figure out why. Its BMP. That's huge. But it's still all squiggly and weird. And some of the frames are a bit too fast, but I was so not bothered to fix it. You wouldn't either if you made an animation with 100+ frames, meaning that it would lag just to scroll.

Anywhos, that's not the point of this post (and yes, this post does have a point). I came to a realisation that big things can imerge from smaller things. Give things time and they'll improve. Like the inspiring picture shows, you shouldn't give up on something just because it's not working out. Another thing that I suddenly realised was an example, is that animation I just did. Let me remind you again, what picture that animation originated from:

My point exactly. Jenny was reading this and she was asking me what I meant when showing you this picture. Well, as scribbly and badly scanned the picture was, it could be turned into an animation, given a bit of time. Yes. So my point? All things take a bit of time, but all things have the potential to be improved upon.

Oh my this post is getting so cheesy. I'm getting writer's block. All that extreme photoshopping is turning me whoozy. I still need to make a new layout after this. And and and I finished all my resources. I've got heaps of new brushes and patterns and.... I can't remember what else, but yeh. I can't be bothered uploading it yet. All I feel like doing is sleeping, eating, reading and photoshopping. HTML-ing and using Flash pisses me off these days, so I'll stay away from that.

I know this post is really disorientateed and messy, but I don't feel literate at all at the moment. I've spent 5 hours writing this up because I keep getting distracted and have no idea what I was talking about when I resume the post.

I want a swimming pool. There. That's all I've needed to say, so goodbye, until next time.

What I'm Supposed To Be

2008-01-06T20:04:00.000+11:00

My holidays have so far sucked and I have done absolutely nothing, so I haven't blogged in a while, because I have nothing to blog about. Being as bored as I always am, I decided to try this... well, you could call it an experiment. I decided to research who I'm supposed to be. As in, I went and researched for my supposed traits and characteristics, according to my starsign and zodiac (which is Pisces and Rooster, I might add). I was going to decide for myself if I fulfilled these certain characteristics, but that would be very biased, so I rounded up all three Jennies and got them to analyse me. :yes
Results are as below (Jenny N's response is in blue, Jenny L's is in green, and Jenny G's is in pink)

STARSIGN

accepting: YES; WHAT DOES THIS MEAN?; yes
addictive personality: NO; ERMM...; no
affectionate: YES; I GUESS; no
appreciates luxury and pleasure: YES?; VERY MUCH?; yes
attractive personality: YES; I GUESS?; maybe
childish: YES; YES; yes
compassionate: YES; YES; yes
confused: YES; ALWAYS; yes
creative: YES; YES; yes
deeper than they appear on surface: YES; ERM...?; yes
dislikes being criticised: YES; VERY MUCH; yes
dislikes being ignored: YES; VERY MUCH; yes
dislikes confinement: YES; CONFINEMENT?; yes
dislikes feeling vulnerable: YES; YES; yes
dislikes having no goal to move towards: HELL YEH; YES; yes
dislikes schedules and routine: ...; NO; no
dislikes the obvious: ...; NOT SURE; no
Easily distracted: NO; YES; no
easy going: YES; ERMM...; yes
feminine: YES; YES; yes
fine boned: UM .. YOU HAVE STRONG BONES COS YOU DRINK MILK? O___O"; ERR...; yes
free-spirited: YES; ERR..; no
friendly: YES; YES; yes
gentle: YES; YES; yes
gifted artistically: YES; YES; no
Goal-less: NO; NO; no
impractical: NO; ERR..; no
irresponsible: NO; NO; no
lack of motivation: NO; AT TIMES; no
large compelling eyes: FREAK YES; VERY MUCH; yes
lazy: NO; YES; no
likes feeling needed: UH .. I THINK?; YES; maybe
likes mystery: NO; NOT SURE; yes
likes sharing thoughts: ...; ERR..; no
likes stability: YES; YES; yes
likes the ridiculous: UH .. NO?; ERR..; no
loyal: YES; YES; yes
melancholic: DON'T KNOW; ERR...; no
observant: YES; ERR...; yes
open minded: YES?; ERR..; no
patient: YES; NO; yes
remarkable talent in literature, music and art: YES; YES; yes
romantic: UM, NOT TO ME?; ERRR..; never seen
sees beauty in art and nature: YES?; ERR..; no
sensitive to feelings of those around them: EXCUSE ME?; HMM...; yes
spontaneous: NO; NO; no
sympathetic: YES; YES; yes
tactful: NO; ERR...; yes
tolerant: YES?; AT TIMES; yes
understands quickly: YES; AT TIMES; yes
unworldly: WHAT'S THAT?; ERR...; no
vague: NO; NO; no
wait for problems to sort themselves out rather than take the initiative in solving them: YES; AT TIMES; yes
wavy hair: YES; LOL?; yes

ZODIAC

observant: YES?; ERR...; yes
Resilient: UM .. YES?; AT TIMES; no
Tenacious: YES? O.O; HMM...; no
Pretentious: NO IDEA; UHH...; no
Romantic: HAVEN'T I ANSWERED THIS?; UHH..; never seen
Accurate and precise with observation: .. I THINK?; AT TIMES; yes
Likes attention: UH, NOT REALLY?; VERY MUCH; yes
Likes meeting new people: UM, NO? I DON'T KNOW!!; ERR...; yes
Actively interested in clothes, colours and accessories: YEHS; YES; yes
Critical of own appearance and of those around them: YES; YES; i don't know?
Likes being noticed and flattered: UM, DO YOU?; YES; yes
Independent: YES; YES; yes
Straightforward: YES; YES; yes
Money-conscious: YES; VERY MUCH; yes
Talkative: YES; YES; yes
Organised: YES; NO; yes
Either likes or hates a person on sight: NO; HMM...; yes
Secretive: NO? WELL, I DON'T THINK?; HMM...; maybe?
Seeks out fine details: NO? O.O; HMM...; yes
Perfectionists: NO; YES; no

To continue my 'research', I shall go and make a percentage of them. Yes, I am that bothered, but you would be too if you're as bored as I am. :-- Anywhos, 'maybe', 'err...', 'i don't know' and anything of the kind will be ignored. Now, must go fetch a calculator...
Starsign: 32 apply to me, out of 54. That's 59%.
Zodiac: 12 apply to me, out of 20. That's 60%
LOLS, one would expect more. I don't know what to make out of those results. I probably miscounted, but I'm not going back to recount. No one's going to notice a counting error anyways, right? Unless you go back up and count. Which I highly doubt.
Why, reading the Jennies' responses may have been the highlight of my holidays :wth. Seriously, I think I might even be looking forward to school. I've done absolutely nothing. I sleep 10hrs+ every night, which causes extreme exhaustion. I eat almost constantly, and I mainly sit or lie. Oh god, I'm turning into some blob that's expanding slowly. I need something to do. Well, I do do things, but they're not very memorable or exciting, and I forget that I've done them at all the day after. Like that music transcribing thing that Jenny N's slaving me away to. It's this ridiculously long song, which she's making me listen to so that I can write out every single note of. It's a very demanding task. I only manage to do about half a minute of music in 2 hours. And that does not include the distractions. But I'm nearing the end. And why, am I bothering with this? Well this is what she has to say about it:
- __ _» ` х3.T H E R E S A ~ ! ;; says: sigh
- __ _» ` х3.T H E R E S A ~ ! ;; says: the work ahead of me stretches like an unending desert
× » ___ [!] <3 says: LOL
- __ _» ` х3.T H E R E S A ~ ! ;; says: oh myyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy =O
× » ___ [!] <3 says: yes, but at the end of that desert is an oasis is there not?
- __ _» ` х3.T H E R E S A ~ ! ;; says: yupps
- __ _» ` х3.T H E R E S A ~ ! ;; says: oasis= your house?
× » ___ [!] <3 says: correct
Yes. Pretty sad, that I'm slaving away so that I can chuck a party at Jenny's house. Well, it is kind of worth it. I haven't gone out in ages. And party at Jenny's= Singstar! Movies! Hosing each other with her dodgy hose! And... FOOOOD! Yes, I think 3 days of working full time on 5 minutes of music is very worth all that.

WOOOOOOOOT~!

2008-01-01T00:01:00.000+11:00

HELLO 2008!!!

Au Revoir 2007~!

2007-12-31T18:50:00.000+11:00

There are 5 hours of this year left so why not look back and reflect while I wait for my dinner? Jenny Lam has beaten me to this already (on her blog) so if you've read her entry, then you would find it pretty repetitive because it was I who told her the ideas that I was going to use for my own entry, but that's okay, my perspective is different from hers, so here goes:

It was the first year of which we had electives, which meant everyone in our group didn't do all the same subjects altogether.
We (my group) moved several times during the year. First we sat in front of the French staffroom, but we left because of all the spiders on the wall and because the French teachers shooed us away due to all the rubbish we left behind. We moved the fish. This was the vacant space between the G-block demountables. It was very shadey, the buildings kept the wind off so we didn't freeze to death, we had trees and buildings to shade us from the scorching sun, and we had two huge demountables with empty space underneath to put our rubbish. I remember the day we 'moved in'. We were wandering around trying to find a way to stay when we happened to find the perfect spot. We spent a whole lunch and recess dragging 2 chairs and a picnic table. We aligned it so it was perfectly parallel. The seats were littered with birdpoop and dead insects, so there was a time when Jenny Lam and I unwounded a complete roll of toilet paper from the Year 7 toilet (we got heaps of weird stares), which we used in conjunction with a bottle we found on the floor, to clean the tables and chairs. The place was perfect. Of course, the teachers had to wreck it all by shooing us out of there because they couldnt see us from the front oval. :tantrum So we moved onto the side of the front oval and eventually moved into the dead center, where we would lie in a circle every lunchtime and stare at the clouds. It was okay in winter but when summer rolled around, the heat became unbearable, and so were the insects. We eventually moved back to the French staffroom, and the teachers happened to accept us again, and we've stayed there ever since. The only problem is that there are these guys who happen to play cricket, who happen to have bad aim, and who pelt us with their ball every recess and lunch. :-- This problem is still unresolved, but we shall find a way.
The first surprise party we chucked as a group! :ooh yeh! It was for Sophie. It involved a lot of running to the canteen and distracting Sophie and sneaking knives to cut the cake and a whole lot of scabbers. It was nice, nonetheless. Sophie really enjoyed the party. Or at least, I'd like to think that she did.
This was the year where I discovered Asian dramas, and later disowned them. The first drama I watched was fascinating. The next one I watched was equally predictable and very similar to the first. There's a pityful girl who's getting no where. There are two guys who are close. The richer one likes the pityful girl, but the girl likes the rebel out of the two guys. The rebel likes some vulgar woman who despises the pityful girl. In the end, the rebel falls in love with the pityful girl and all the ends tie up. I thought this was just between those two dramas, but when I told Jenny Lam this, she says 'well duh, all dramas are like that'. Which is when I gave up.
I actually got into the highest Maths class and fell into a love/hate relationship with it. I wasn't in the class from the very beginning. I was in a lower class for one whole period. Then Tien moved to Hurlstone and there was a vacant spot in the highest class, so on my way to my second Maths period of the year, Ms Sharp found me and announced that I was to be moved up. I was #31 on the score list for Maths. Who knew that they ordered everyone in the grade. I find it scary to believe that I missed out on a highest class by one spot. I thought I was failing. Now, when I entered the 'smart class', I found three Jennies all sitting in a three-seater at the back. With me there, we couldn't possibly fit all of us there. So we moved to this isolated spot in the classroom. I got to sit on the leftest left of the classroom- my very preferred spot in every classroom. For the rest of the year, I would fall under Jenny Lam's nerdy Maths influence and work very very fast through all the classwork. There was no other choice. Usually, I would talk and do the work at home. But this was the smart class. People don't talk, they just put down their heads, punch manically at their calculators, and don't talk. Due to Jenny's and my super fastness, we would finish the work super early, turn around to Jenny Guo and Jenny Nguyen and talk, much to the annoyance of everyone else, and the teacher's. It wasn't until later on in the year (near the end, actually) that we discovered that we would talk rather loudly. :=o I had no idea until someone pointed it out. The four of us would argue and try to talk over each other, resulting in very loud conversations that the whole class could listen to. How humiliating. Now the whole class knows that Jenny N thinks we don't know how to wash our hair.
Camp! It was the bestest camp ever. :lovesickI loved the days there. There were no clocks or watches, so the days seemed so timeless. The days were just marked with the cookies we got to go eat as snacks between every activity. The days seemed to drag on forever, which was perfectly fine with me. I loved the hanging with Jenny Lam twentyfour-seven, the early morning walks and the night walks to the hall in which we couldn't see anything. I loved how I injured my thumb and got to run to the office all the time. When I go to the office, it would be usually to get more ice. They would direct me to the fridge, where Jenny Lam and I wouldn't actually be getting ice, but milk to drink. The reason for this milk-drinking is that to get to the office, you would have to go on a long climb, which causes extreme pain in the calves, and extreme thirstyness. Which is why we drank milk. Jenny called it our 'daily calcium intake, and our daily exercise. The activities we did at camp were okay, and possibly even enjoyable. The nights were the best. We'ld all stay up at night, huddle around a bed and watch 'The Grudge' and 'When a Stranger Calls', and shriek our heads off. I would fall asleep at around 2 in the morning to the soft snores of my fellow cabin-mates, and wake up at 6am to the sunlight that hit my eyes through the curtains. All that fun might even be worth the disgusting food and the icy cold showers.
My first almost-formal. It almost happened. Well, sort of. Actually, it couldn't have possibly worked out, but I would like to think otherwise. It was a disaster actually. We (Jenny Lam and I) found out about it the day before the payments were due. The people who informed us of the formal gave us the wrong date. Jenny and I thought that it would be the Friday of which our yearly exams ended. It turned out that it was the week before, which was prime study time. We couldn't decide on a dress, and couldn't afford one either. It was a disaster, but as I said, I would like to think otherwise.
This year was the first year that the five of us didn't have English together. We would usually occupy the back table of Mr Cree's English class, but this year, we all divided up. Gone were the days where we could ignore every word the teacher uttered, where we could grafitti each other's English folders with highlighters and liquid paper, where we didn't have to worry about our Reading for Pleasures (I had handed in approximately 3 RFPs in my first two years at SHS), and where the moment the work we were handing in was the last time we'd ever see our work. Yes, really. I've lost countless amounts of folders for all my assignments, Major Works and RFPs, which have never, been returned to me. :dotdot

I can't remember anything else I should be remembering for the year 2007. I had heaps of ideas before, but when it comes to actually typing them up, I'm completely blank.

The year 2008 seems.. exciting, yet daunting. I have made a resolution earlier on (click here to see the entry of which I posted it). We would be starting YEAR 10. We're moving into double digits. What a scary thought. This time round, next year, I would be looking forward to wearing white shirts. We've officially passed the halfway mark for highschool. Graduation is as far away from us as the first day of highschool, which seems so not long ago. As each year passes, we make our mistakes and learn from them, we all get wiser and maybe smarter, we find out a bit more about ourselves and come closer to finding ourselves, and we get taller. Well most people do, but I seem to be missing out on this part.

Ooh lookie, dinner's here (lasagne!). I should get going. Have a happy new years everyone~!:kiss

P.S. I've noticed that if it is the first time you've visited this page since I've showcased my emoticons, it might take a bit of time for them to load, so while it's loading, you'll see some random words preceded by a colon. Just ignore it and let it load

Oh Sparky!

2007-12-29T21:14:00.000+11:00

As you can see, this place has undergone a major revamp. It's not just the layout- although that did take a lot of time. I would say approximately 5 hours? Yes. About 80% of the time was me digging through Deviantart and Foto Decadent for the perfect picture. Looking for the perfect picture always takes so long. I tried looking around on blogskins for inspiration but all of the layouts (with very few exceptions) are so freaking ugly. Some of them are nice, or really nice, but you'd have to go through 20 disgusting layouts to get to one nice one. Someone should monitor that place and get rid of all the hideous junk. Or the stuff that doesn't even work properly. I have come across so many dodgy codes. I remember one time when Jenny Lam found a really really nice layout- and despite my pickiness, I must agree, it was really really nice; and Jenny was just about to use it when she discovered that the images were linked dodgily. There goes a perfectly good layout.

Anywhos, besides the layout, I've also added a heap of stuff. I've got comments now! Yayyy!! That means comment, people. I've also attached a permalink thing in case you want to link directly to a specific post. I've also added an Email Me~! form! I didn't want random emails or people adding me on my own email so I've made this form thing for anyone who wants to contact me. It's available at the bottom of the 'profile' page, or here. It's a bit dodgy though. When there are too many people trying to contact the service at once, it goes all stuffed up, but all you have to do it refresh.

And and and! Guess what else?! I now officially have SMILIES!! :ooh yeh! It's took me AGES to figure out how to do it, but I have :smile Okay, you've seen two, but I'll showcase the rest of them so you know what to expect.

:lovesick :praise :mwaha :smile :sings :wink :ooh yeh! :yes :kiss :wth :@@ :-- :panic :gasps :=o :dotdot :dead :surrender :tantrum :peekaboo :zzz :toast :present :sugar :popcorn :radio :coffee :truck :frog :guinea :fwoggy :s2 :gumball :rain

There. My goodness that took long. I will try to limit the amount of emoticons I use becuase I don't want a whole page infested with blinkie things. I've also decided to add more user content. I've made those kaoani things before but I've stopped ages ago, though I think I'll give them a go again. I'll add them up ASAP. I'm also going to do some stationary scans (as soon as I get my scanner home), and I need to reupload all my resources. They sort of all fell and died. I'm also making some more brushes. I'm making Jenny Guo draw them :mwaha- but I'll credit her. And she agrees to it. I just can't upload them at the moment because she still has them, + she's in China for another 6 days. I also decided to do some tutorials because there seems to be a lack of them these days. It took me about 3 hours to find some info on the smilies, and I've had enough. I shall go out and help those who also have to spend 3 hours to find things.

As you can tell, my holidays are so far a bore. Which is why I've had enough time to do all this crap to my blog. I've also been doing some reading. I :s2 NICHOLAS SPARKS. Go read his books people. I ALSO :s2 GOSSIP GIRL. Jenny Lam happened to come across it, and so she made me watch it. It's SOOO GOOOD. It's really similar to the O.C., but good nonetheless. Ooh I :s2 the clothes in there! Especially the ones Serena wears. Watch it and you'll see. It's GOOD GOOD GOOD. It takes a lot of Googling to find places that are showing it, because it's not allowed on Youtube and not on the search engines in Veoh. I'll give you some help and give you a few links. Click here, or here, or here. Some links contain this and others that. If one place doesn't have a certain episode or the episode is stuffed, try one of the other links. Now, wasn't that helpful?

Yupps, that's what I've been doing all holidays. Reading, rehabbing my blog, and watching Gossip Girl. Ooh yeh, and SHOPPING! There are always those super sales after Christmas, where the malls are jam-packed and everyone fights over everything. I went to Livo Westfields a few days back, and there was a Diva sale :=o Everything for under $5! As you can imagine, the line was out the door. There was no place to move. Everyone just stands stiffly amongst the humidness, and even though there's aircon, everone's fully sweating from the humidness, all the racks and shelves are almost empty, and everyone's grabbing anything they can get their hands on. Of course, I didn't enter that shop. Being the short person I am, I would only be stuck in the shop with no air to breathe, and without being able to see much as I would be at about arm-pit level to everyone else. So no, I did not participate in the Diva sale. However, I had decided to buy a new watch! I used to have a watch. Until one day when I decided to stop wearing it for some reason, then when I decided to wear it again, I couldn't find it. So for the past whole year, I would have to find the time by begging Jenny Lam to take out her phone and check the time for me. Which is so bothersome. Which is why I got a watch! I went to all the jewellers and finally found this at Goldmark:

From Donna Karen- originally $280, bought for 20% off. That's the great thing about these massive sales. Even though everyone's snatching and fighting over everything, you always leave feeling satisfied, and saving heaps. It's even better at jewellery stores because everything's in the glass cases, so you can't snatch and fight. Another advantage of buying this watch is the case. It's all white with this glossy plastic outside. Like an icecube with a white cubey thing stuck inside it. About a year ago, I had bought sunglasses from the same brand, receiving the exact same case. I guess I now have matching cases for my watch and sunnies.

I should probably go away now so ta taas~!

Have a Very Merry Christmas =)

2007-12-25T10:54:00.000+11:00

It's CHRISTMAS!!! I <3 Christmas. As soon as I woke up, I raaaaaan downstairs to our Christmas tree and tore at all my presents like a little kiddie. Even though I'm so old and everything, I still like keeping the traditions that my sister and I have developed since we were small. We never open our Christmas presents until Christmas day itself, and when we do open it, it has to be the first thing we do on Christmas day, and we have to be in our pyjamas.

And I don't just love Christmas because of the presents, I love everything else about it. Here's a list

I love how my whole street is all decked out in fairy lights. Yes, it costs a lot to maintain but they're so prettyyyyyy! I mean literally- my whole street is decorated with lights. All the houses are completely covered with lights, and it's very nice to drive down the street at night.
My Christmas tree. This year, my parents suddenly decided to buy a new one this year (our old one was getting really old and all the branches were falling off). They decided to buy all new baubles too. This year, our Christmas tree is all blue! Usually, it's themed red and gold.
How on Christmas day when I go to church, all the little girls dress up as angels and all the little boys dress up as shepherds
I love the Christmas carols that everyone plays. All the shops seem to play them. And the radio stations. And my own speakers. They're only appropriate for a few weeks each year, so why not appreciate them while you can?

Okay, I would really like to continue this list but I have another party/dinner/get-together thing to attend so I must dash.

Have a very merry Christmas everyone =)

The Life of Moi in the Past Eleven Days

2007-12-19T21:30:00.000+11:00

I haven’t blogged in an age so I’ll try to start off from where I stopped. The KK party rolled around and it was time to go shopping for the food, so last Thursday, Jenny N, Jenny G and I went to Woolies Cabramatta to go shopping! Now, shopping for groceries with your friends isn’t something people our age normally do, but for me, this isn’t a first. I vaguely remember one time when we were planning a big eat-out/movie-marathon sort of thing at Jenny N’s house on the Queen’s Bday as celebration for end of half-yearlies- that very morning, our whole group (minus Jenny N) showed up at Woolies, got a trolley and zoomed up and down the aisles of the supermarket, chucking in whatever food we please, totalling $70-something on the receipt. Obviously, we had bought too much and we would never finish off all that food, but we did. 5 people, $70 worth of food, in 6 hours. We all came home feeling bloated and dead and fat.

This time round, we thought we knew what we were doing. We had experience, so of course, we won’t spend so much anymore. We’d buy things on sale, and get not too much, but not too little either. This was easier said than done. The three of us fought over everything. Pepsi or Coke? Pepsi Max or Pepsi? Kettle Sweet Chilli Chips or Red Rock Deli Sweet Chilli Chips? Picnic or Flake? You get the picture. The Jennies seemed to be opposed to everything I wanted, resulting in me sneaking a lot of food into the trolley, or getting both (yes, we got both chocolate and white chocolate cake). Which they didn’t notice until we were at the cashier. And of course I took pictures. Most of them are blurry, caused by my hysterics whilst holding the camera, but... think of them as creative abstract photographs, why don’t you?

Jenny at the checkout line. Check out the food?

Jenny looks like shes looking around in wonder!

Wow blurry. Look! FOOOOOOOD!

We left Woolies feeling happy- we spent $54. Which might seem like a lot, but it was to feed 14 people in 40 minutes. And of course, we were wrong. On Monday, we had the party. First, we had the KK present delivery! I received this beautiful lantern and this really cute Tigger! metal trinket lolly jar (with gummi pooh bears!). I especially loved the lantern! Tina had advised Lily on buying it for me. It’s all black metal and clear glass and weeeeeeeeeeeeee! It goes right with my *planned* room décor. Of course, I haven’t redecorated my room yet, but I plan to. Anyways, thank you so much, Lily!!

After we finished opening the presents, we started eating. And eating and eating and eating. There seemed to be no end. As half-bell rung, we still had so much food, and we haven’t even touched any of the two cakes. We were desperately attempting to give food away, but there was just too much. It didn’t look like that much in the trolley, but boy was there a lot. And someone came up with the genius idea- an after-party on Tuesday! So we packed up all the food and kept it in the canteen overnight. But that didn’t stop our extreme bloatness that Monday afternoon. We had PE, and none of us could move. We played basketball, but no one actually played. We just walked really really slowly up and down the court. No one even dribbled the ball. They just chucked it elsewhere as soon as they got the ball. It was hilarious at some point, but tiring nonetheless.

On Tuesday, we had an after party, and this time, we actually finished the food. Well, not really. We gave away a lot of food. And people also brought heaps of leftovers home. And I constantly had the need to throw up for 3 hours afterwards.

What else has happened since then? Jenny and I discovered we had common book tastes. When we borrow books, the other has already read it. And we find ourselves recommending books for each other, so we came up with a super! idea. We’ll make our own database! Of books to read, and have read. It’s so pro-looking. It has the author listed alphabetically with lastname first in caps! And ratings and info on whether it’s a movie or not. I would put the link for it here, but if you want to get, you must give. So you wanna contribute? Tell one of us, and we must formally interview you. I mean, we wouldn’t want any person who likes books we hate to contribute, right? You need to have our book tastes. (Hint: we like Nicholas Sparks, Stephen King, Jane Green, Sophie Kinsella, Plum Sykes, Cecelia Ahern, Lauren Weisberger, you get the picture. And if you want to be more specific, we usually only like things published after 2000, and if its older, it has to be really good. And the genres? We like chick-lit (no, we LOVE chick-lit), romance, books that make you cry, and horror (only Stephen King style please!). Yes, if you still think you can contribute, feel free to talk to any of us.

Speaking of books, have you read or watched A Walk to Remember? Its guaranteed to make you teary. I’ve heard of the movie, and when Tina Pham lent it to me, I just had to borrow the book (because I never watch a movie before I read the book). And so I read it. I particularly remember this line in the prologue ‘First you will smile, then you will cry’. How true that is. I just lay in bed until 1am, finishing the book, and by the time I finished, my pillow was soaked. I didn’t cry, I just got teary. And a lot of teary moments = tear leakage. And yeh, maybe I was sleepy. But the fact is, it’s sad. Like really really. So read it! I highly recommend it. The movie’s also really good, but not as sad. But really good, nonetheless.

Another book I’m reading is Confessions of a Shopoholic by Sophie Kinsella. Whilst reading the book, I learnt the word ‘frugal’. Ida tells me it means not to spend any money. I’ll look it up now actually. “economical in use or expenditure; prudently saving or sparing” says dictionary.com. Well, that’s what I shall be. I will be a frugal person from now on. Well not really, I’ll just be frugal where clothes are involved. I figured out the other day that I spend way too much on clothes. No, I figured this out ages ago, but I’ve finally decided to do something about it. I won’t spend the rest of my Christmas money on clothes. I think I’ll use it to redecorate my room. I need mirrors, curtains, paint, a couch and another bookshelf. Or a violin. Actually, that’s a great idea. I think I’ll get a violin. Then I can finally learn.

Anywhos, school was really empty today. In science, half our class was there. We ended up playing Pictionary (very expected). John also baked our class a mud cake, so we all got a slice. It was so nice! =9 Maths was also notably empty. There were 11 people, so Jennies and I decided to move into the middle of the class with Ida and Jeannie. It was the best maths lesson ever. We spent the whole lesson playing word games, and talking. I’m gonna miss our maths class. It’s the smart class. I don’t belong. Which is why I’m returning to a lower class next year. I know I am. Jenny Lam will be in the highest class. But I won’t. But that’s okay. Because my other favourite class- Commerce, will stay exactly the same. Because they can’t change it. It’s too bothersome. They have to fix the whole timetable and all the classes if they want to do so. So they won’t. I’m really going to miss my Commerce class in year11 though. Commerce is the most beneficial lesson, in my opinion. As a sort of tribute thing to my Commerce class, I’ll make a list of everything that happened in Commerce this year. Well, not everything. Everything I can remember.

We had Ms Lee at the beginning. She was so nice. I remember the first day of school when we had Commerce. We learnt about financial and legal decisions. I remember that day after school, Jenny L, Jenny G and I were wondering the streets of Cabramatta. We were talking about how commercially-smart we were, now that we took Commerce.
We had a teacher-swap over. This was a good and a bad thing. I stopped paying attention in class, and stopped writing in my book altogether. Instead, we had fun! Fun fun FUN!
What fun, you may ask? How about… making a Dandelion Company!
It’s not really a company, but we planned Everything. Van was the farmer. ROFL. Actually, we still have the website up. Its http://fieldsofdandelions.blogspot.com
We planned, and failed a chocolate company. Ida, Jenny L and I were going to start a chocolate company. Actually, I remember blogging about it. It’s around here somewhere
We invented the >=D face on the knee. Every Friday Period 4 Week B, Jenny L and I would get a black Sharpie texta and draw that face on our knees. My left knee and her right knee.
In one lesson, we actually chained up Van to her chair. It was hilarious. It was the day where our lockers had to be emptied and the chain taken out. I joined up Melinda’s, Amanda’s Ida’s and my own chains with locks. We locked Van’s stomach and left arm to her chair. Mr Kunjitty stood behind her for half the lesson and didn’t even realise.
My diary-every single page of it- was filled with drawings. Very creative ones too.
Mr Orwinge was born.
Our version of Lee Junki was born
We made a whole series of random trans- drawings, which we named HeShes.
Heck, I’ll put the pictures of our HeShes below. As well as all the pictures in my diary. And maybe our knees. And Van chained up in her chair

OUR HESHES

Ms/Mr Mermaid Amanda! It has abs! *yummy*

I spy a Mr Orwinge in the corner! This is Mr Umbrella-ella-ella-eh by the way

My Properly Editted Version of Mr Orwinge

Our own version of Lee Junki. Jenny N claims he has a hot masculine body and a pretty face. Our thoughts exactly. Jenny claims that he's hot. *shakes head*

THE CHAINING UP OF VAN!

Clever, non?

Its genius. Mr Kunjittytitty didn't even notice. I felt the urge to yell 'FIRE!' and watch her hop with a chair stuck to her arse.

Yes, her arm too. I was gonna do right arm, but I wouldn't be so cruel. She had to at least look like she was working.

Ahahahhas.

THE CONTENTS OF MY DIARY. 100% IN-COMMERCE DRAWN

Just an ordinary rocket? I think not! It says 'flip page and compare', but obviously, you can't do so... so scroll down and compare!
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TADAA!

ROFL. It evolved from the rocket above

Our beautiful SWAN which was first a number 2 (can you see it?!) but we changed it into a swannn!

I bet you don't know what that is. Well guess.

Ahahahas! Its SOPHIE

Jenny Nguyen!

Jenny Guo!

Early plannings of Tasty Carrot!

ROFL. That be Jenny Lam. See the resemblance?

Jenny Lam's drawing of me. Not nice.

That's Melinda!

Van!

Amanda!

Ida! Okay, they all loook the same with my eye drawings and Jenny L's mouth drawings, but no matter!

Amanda's Anger Management after he made her move for no apparent reason

Not sure who that is

GUESS WHO! ROFLROFL

Guess who that too!

a WHALE!

Jenny And I's perspective. Left is Melinda's back (by moi) and right is Van's back (by JL). Of course, Melinda isn't taller than Van, Jenny just can't draw XD. And in the middle is AMANDA!

That's the last page of my diary. It's our knees.

And now for my favouritest picture ever:

It's Jenny L the superman, saving me from the fatal clutches of lovesickness.

Today is my last day at school. My last day of Year 9. No longer will I be a year 9-er. We’re moving into double digits now. A 10! No longer will I write a date ending with ‘07’ in my book. Nope, it’ll be ‘08’ next time I do so. No longer will I have the teachers I currently have. Or the classes. When I got home from school and entered my room, I saw my Year 7&8 school photos poking out of my bookshelf, and I just had to look. My god we all look so different! We were all kinda chubbier then. And shorter. And stupid-looking. Anyways. I’ve really been looking forward to these holidays, but it’s kind of sad, how we’re growing so old so quickly. Currently, I can look back and think ‘Gosh I was stupid when I was in year 8’. Once I enter Year 10, I can realise how stupid I am now. I guess it’s part of life, but I don’t feel prepared to finish Year 9. I don’t feel any smarter. I especially don’t feel any wiser. And I know I’m not any taller. Soon enough, we’ll finish Year 10 and enter year 11, then finish that and enter Year 12, then graduate and enter the real world. I feel scared. I’m not prepared for the real world. I’ve looked forward to university since… forever. I know I’m going to the UTS. I won’t take no for an answer. It’ll be so much fun. But when you put it into perspective, I’m so not prepared. But I guess that’s a part of life. We all grow older, look back and figure out our mistakes and realise how stupid we are, while time continues to zoom by. You can’t win in life, because when you think you’ve finally got things nailed, something throws you way off, and you have to start all the figuring out again. And soon enough, you die before you figure out anything. I think that’s what life is for. To confuse you. Actually, there’s no point of being confused, right? Because after all this, you’ll just die and all will be revealed in the afterlife, or not, depending on whatever you believe in.

There are only a few days left of this year. I’m sort of looking forward to next year though. Everyone’s already planning my birthday. I sort of feel scared about it. They say it involves a lot of frogs. They’ve superglued the whole frog ideal on me, and it’s stuck. Jenny G even gave me a Christmas card with a picture of a frog on it. It’s the most disgustingest Christmas card I’ve ever received. I wouldn’t mind that froggy showercap that Jenny L showed me this morning though. It was really cute. But I don’t even use showercaps, and its so expensive. Jennies and Sophie are going to dress up as frogs and do a song-and-dance to ‘Baloomp! Goes the little green frog one day!’ song, for my birthday. This is a one in a lifetime opportunity to watch them all dress up and sing and dance, so I guess it should be appreciated.

Shopping SPREEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

2007-12-09T20:44:00.000+11:00

I've been needing to go shopping for weeks now. I haven't had the chance to, thanks to exams at school and everything, but the opportunity presented itself today. My dad had promised me $200 to spend on whatever I please, as a Christmas present and for my A in my piano exam. I totally forgot that I had this money to spend, I only needed to go shopping for my K.K. present and a new toothbrush. Luckily, my dad reminded me that I had his money to spend (after seeing me drool over clothes which I thought I couldn't afford). In the end, I managed to blow off about $70- twenty dollars of which was spent on my K.K. present. $23 in fact. The limit was $20, but I couldn't decide what not to buy for my K.K, so I bought it all. So how did I make use of this money? Pictures below ^^
Skirt from Forcast for $7. Cheap, non? It was a massive sale.

Skirt from Ally for $13! It was meant to be much more, but once again, it was on sale =)

Top/dressy thing from Valleygirl for $19. I <3 the belt
I've needed one of these vest things for ages already, but I've just never gotten round to buying one. Well alas! One from Valleygirl for $35!

This was from another day, but I've included it so JL can finally see the shirt I was trying to describe. But I can't describe clothing very well. This was from Valleygirl for $14

Also from the other day. From Temt for $20. The picture's kinda blurry...

At Westfield Livo (and maybe at other places), there's this Italian place in the food court that makes the nicest pizza ever. It's called La Grazia? Anyone heard of it? Wells, I'd opt to eat something from there every time I go shopping at Livo. Last time I went, I noticed that it was blocked off. When I went to check it today, what did I see? Apparently, the owners have sold their franchise or something over to some other people. Now it's called Besta Pizza and Pasta. Yes, that name already sounds dodgy, but wait, there's more. They've killed my beautiful pizza! They sell exactly the same things. It just looks and tastes disgusting. When La Grazia was still around, their Meatlover had 40% bread, 40% meat and 20% cheese. The meat consists of pepperoni, cabanossi (if that's how you spell it. It's that sausage thing, you know?), a bit of beef, and strips of bacon. Now what does Besta have to offer? Take a look at this:

In case you can't tell what's on it, prepare for my commentary. The crust is approximately .8cm thick, and the mountain of meat is about 4cm thick. What does this mountain consist of? Well, at the top is small amounts of cheese (small compared to the amount of meat, more info later). Under the cheese is a small amount of cabanossi (if that's how you spell it), and a few bits of bacon. Under that is a mound of beef. I'm not exaggerating. 50% of the meat was beef. So when you bite into it, all you can taste is beef. Have I mentioned that they put chicken, yes chicken, with the beef? Who the hell puts chicken in Meatlover pizza?!

You may think that I'm overreacting over just some pizza, but it's not just some pizza. It's the fact that the horrible-est pizza I've ever eaten has taken the place of my source of the bestest pizza ever. If you happen to see this pizza around, do not eat it. You will regret buying it, I can assure you.

Enough about pizza. Back to what this entry is primarily about- shopping. Has anyone noticed that shopping is extremely educational? Because I love making lists, here's a list of everything I've learnt whilst shopping.

Don't wear heeled boots when you're shopping. Especially at Paramatta. It will cause major pain on your calves and heels later on.
Always bring plenty of water. Shopping can take a lot of water out of you.
Don't bring too much water. Otherwise you'll end up running to the toilet a lot. Which is difficult if you don't know where the toilet is. Or if everyone else has been drinking as much as you have, and the toilet is overcrowded, and there are queues for every toilet
Don't tie your hair in a high ponytail, or any kind of fancy up-do. You hair gets wrecked after you change in and out of tops too many times.
Don't try on things that you know are too small for you.
Avoid shopping trolleys at all costs.
Turn your phone on extra loud + activate the vibrate thing.
Do not enter shops with no other customers in them. The shop keeper ends up watching you like a hawk. Or they actually come over and ask you if you want any help.
If there is a shiny card sort of thing with no words printed on it on the counter of Just Jeans, it is a gift voucher, so do not hold and examine it, or even worse, think it is a business card and put it in your pocket
Always bring a calculator and/or Ida with you. You need a calculator, or human calculator to help you calculate discounts, or how much you've spend. It saves you from having to ask the sales assistant how much something is after the discount, or being shocked by something more expensive than you expected, or over spending.

That's all I can think of at the moment. I'm sure there is more somewhere, but my sister's pressuring me to make her a new bebo skin. Must dash!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRGHHH!!!

2007-12-06T22:27:00.001+11:00

As you can tell from the title, I AM PISSED. I must refrain myself from writing this whole blog in capitals. Because it's impolite. Okay. Must calm down. *Breathe in! Breathe out!* Okay. Jenny Lam has always complained to me how I start yelling at her, and only start explaining why I'm yelling about 10 minutes later. So I will not start yelling before I explain. Okay. Why am I pissed? Wells. I AM FEARING FOR THE FUTURE OF MY ENGLISH EDUCATION. MY ENGLISH KNOWLEDGE IS DWINDLING! Must not write in caps. Must not. By English, I mean the subject, English. Why is it dwindling? Wells. It just so happens that the teacher has found my multiple choice question sheet again. Compared to my class, I did pretty well. But guess what? MY CLASS' AVERAGE IS LIKE A MILLION MARKS UNDER EVERY UNDER CLASS. Must stop abusing the caps button. I'm not blaming the teacher. Okay, maybe I am. But it's not fair. It really isn't. He didn't teach us half the stuff in the test. And yes, my group all studied off the same notes, but much of the stuff wasn't in the notes and all the other classes have learnt it and we haven't. I did okay in writing. I just stuffed up the multiple choice. My whole class stuffed up the multiple choice. Heck, our highest mark was 28, and the other class' average was 28. My class isn't stupid, if that's what you're thinking. I know they aren't. We started off being the second highest English class of the grade, but now we're AT THE BOTTOM. IT JUST REALLY REALLY PISSES ME OFF. I really don't know why I'm so pissed. I'm making a big deal out of nothing, non? It must be PMS then. I blame it on PMS.

But the thing is, I DON'T CARE FOR HISTORY OR SCIENCE OR MATHS OR ANY OF THAT CRAP WHICH I GET HIGH IN, BECAUSE I CARE FOR ENGLISH BECAUSE IT WILL AFFECT MY FUTURE CAREER, YET I DON'T SEEM TO BE ABLE TO EXCEL IN ENGLISH. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRGHHS. Jenny Lam and I were just discussing how we're never good at the subjects that we want to be good at. So true. Like people always want what they don't have. Like how curly haired people want straight hair and people with straight hair want curly hair. I learnt in Science today that whether your hair is curly or straight depends on the shape of your hair cuticle. Science was funny today. Fearnside again? Lessons with him are always funny. It's hilarious when he picks on other people. But not so much when he picks on you. It's humiliating actually. He's not taking the highest class next year, like he planned to. Nope, he's going to take the lowest class. According to him, it's because the highest class is more capable of learning, so anyone can teach them and they'ld learn well all the same, whereas the lower classes need a better teacher to help them learn better. So in the end, people get the same amount of info in their head. I wish the English department would follow Fearnside's philisophy. In Year 7, I was in the lowest English class, with a crappy English teacher. Due to his dodgy teaching, I ended up in the lowest class again, with him again. And due to another year of dodgy teaching, I end up with another dodgy teacher, which will cause me to have another dodgy teacher next year and... the whole cycle is unescapable. The stupid people will continue to get dumber and dumber, and the few smart people will continue to get smarter and smarter. No wonder the HSC English marks at our school are so low. I should write a letter of suggestion to the English department, non? I should. I feel so depressed. So very very depressed. And yes, I can't completely blame it on teachers for my lack of knowledge, but in this case, I can. I think. In the multiple choice section, it was on newpapers. Now if I were learn the parts of a newspaper elsewhere, say, from a tutor or off the internet, it would be different, because there are a million names for the different parts of a newspaper, but we have to use what the school teaches us. So basically, the knowledge required for the exams are completely in the incapable hands of my teacher. Like that question where we had to label what the photo was. It could be anything. Like photo or image or picture or graphic or whatever. But it had to be graphic, otherwise you get no marks. Because the school taught you so (or were supposed to) and even if no one even uses the term graphic to name photos, the answer just has to be graphic because the school said so. The more I think of it, the more infuriated I become. Maybe blogging about this isn't such a good idea. Yes, I shouldn't bottle up my feelings about things like these, but writing about it makes me ponder on it some more, which depresses me. I feel too overtaken by despair to write anymore.

Cleaning Toilets is Child Labour, non?

2007-12-05T20:09:00.003+11:00

I'll elaborate on the Child Labour thing later, but first, CHRISTMAS IS COMING!!! 20 days left? Goodness me the year has gone fast. Usually for Christmas, I would just give everyone in my group a present, but this year, we've decided to join up with Susan, Mandy, Aimee, etc etc for Kris Kringle! We had to write down our names (all fourteen of us) and pick out someone else's name. It turns out that Jennifer didn't actually want to do the thing, so it was all stuffed up and we decided to redraw. And I have absolutely no idea what to get this person I've drawn. But I won't go into that, because the fact that everyone has absolutely no self control and knows who everyone has is so much more confronting. Jenny Lam's K.K. decided to tell me that they had her before I could stop them. And I accidently told Jenny Lam that I know who has her, and she wont stop bugging me. Jenny Lam also happens to know who I have, and who has Sophie and who has Jenny N and who Jenny Lu has and... oh my she knows pretty much everything. Oh yes, and Tina Read, who isn't part of this, happens to know who has me. What is happening to the world?!

Jenny Lam threatens to tell whoever has me (if they confide in her) to buy me a big ugly fluoro slogan t-shirt. Je deteste big ugly fluoro slogan shirts. They're FREAKING UGLY. I have absolutely no idea- none at all- why everyone seems to be wearing these hideous shirts. Actually, I wouldn't hate them as much if everyone wasn't wearing one, but they are, and they're totally ugly and unflattering and everyone's only wearing one because other people are wearing it, and they have no idea that it's so ugly, because they've been blinded by conformity. I think I'm going crazy. I've never felt such hatred to a piece of clothing before. But I do. To ugly humongous fluoro slogan t-shirts. Because they're ugly and unflattering and everyone's wearing them and it's so badly designed with the unco colours and the stupid things they say. Well, not all of them are stupid. Like the MAKE LOVE NOT WAR is pretty good. Well, the messages that are EFFECTIVE are pretty wear-worthy (if only they didn't have to be so ugly) but the stupid ones, like LOVING YOU LONG TIME or something stupid like that.. pisses me off. I should stop ranting about a stupid shirt. They aren't worth my ranting.

Speaking of things to rant of, MR FLOFF HAS ONCE AGAIN LOST MY WORK. First it was my Romeo and Juliet assignment work, then it was my Major Work, and now its my English Multiple Choice section. He's LOST IT. HE HASN'T EVEN MARKED IT. HOW DARE HE LOSE IT. I TRIED SO HARD. I STUDIED MY ARSE OFF. I SWEAR, IF HE GIVES ME AN ESTIMATE OR THE AVERAGE, I WILL KILL SOMEONE. Jenny N and I have come up with a mock convo if he happens to threaten to give me the average mark, and it goes like this:
HIM: I'm sorry Theresa, but it seems that I have lost your test, I'm going to have to give you an estimate
ME: I REFUSE TO RECEIVE AN ESTIMATE! I DEMAND DO REDO THE TEST
HIM: I cannot do that because you've already done the test once and I've handed out the answer
ME: I DON'T CARE, YOU ARE NOT GIVING ME THE ESTIMATE NO MATTER WHAT
HIM: I'll work out an estimate for you, which will reflect off your work so far this year
ME: NO YOU CANNOT. I TRIED HARDER IN THE TEST. REALLY REALLY. I DID BETTER IN THIS EXAM THAN I DID WITH ALL MY OTHER WORK! I CAN FEEL IT!!

And yeh, we haven't figured out that to do after that. Hopefully, I wont have to result to having that conversation, because he WILL find that test. See? I'm sending positive vibes to the universe. And when it boomerangs back to me (according to The Secret), I will not only find my test, but will also discover that I received full marks. Okay, that probably wont happen, but I can always hope, right?

Jenny Lam's birthday is nearing. We were planning to take her on a shopping trip at Livo Westfields, but as usual, the plan cannot work out, because we are very unfortunate in everything we do and none of our plans ever work out. There are always problems. Always. Everyone's always occupied, or can't find a ride. Or have parents who wont let certain people leave the house because the person needs to slave away at home. (See child labour below)

It's usually only outer-school plans that don't work. But picnics and party which we plan at school always work out. We're planning to chuck a picnic sometime within the next 3 weeks. Its kind of decided that it's an end of year party as well as Jenny Lam's birthday party. And everyone will drop their K.K. presents into a huge pile and we'll find out presents and rip open the wrapping like little kids. I'm supposed to go shopping for the supplies. And drag them to school. And put them in various places (canteen, locker, etc etc). Oh wells, it sounds fun. Of course, due to past experiences, we know that we must find security guards to keep out the scabbers. So we've found some. And we've made a very very official guestlist, so anyone whose not on the guest list cannot enter to scab food. And if you're reading this and you haven't known of this party, it means YOU'RE NOT INVITED, which means if you try to come to scab food, you watch out. Because our guards have hammers =)

Anyways, I've been feeling very... conscionable these days. Like.. the other day in a Commerce lesson.. we had to go to the library computers to do some drivers test thing on the RTA website. But thats SUCH a waste of time, right? So why not use that time to save some poor African kids instead? That's right, next time you're on a school computer, and are doing something not as important as saving African kids, then.. go to freerice.com!! It's not blocked by the school server, and it's a very generous thing to do. Not only does it improve your vocabulary, but for every word you know the definition to correctly, 20 grains of rice is given. Yes, 20 isn't that much, but well... I managed to answer 100 right the other day, donating 2000 grains of rice. That's a lot. Compared to what they have. Jenny L had previously donated 2000 grains, and just the other day, donated 25-something something. You end up leaving feeling smarter AND nicer. Donate RICE people!

Along with donating rice, I collected money for that Christmas thing todays! Wells... I wasn't meant to, but thanks to Jenny Lam, I DID! This whole Christmas Appeal started.. well... Once upon a time in year 7, Sophie and I were the only people to join the fundraising team, and we came up with the plan to do something for Christmas in year 8. In year 8, we followed the plan, and a milliongazillion people joined up. However, the posters someone made last year ended up being horrific, so I decided to be in charge of the posters this year. So Jenny Guo and I got off to finish all the posters (have you seen them?! you MUST have! I insist you go take a look at them!), it turns out that we can only do the posters and not go collecting money, because we're only allowed one role. After that, my group was pretty much pissed at me, but it turns out that during the last week, Ms Lim wanted more volunteers and people who wanted to go were meant to meet her on Monday morning. I was meant to go see her, but I forgot I had band, which is why I couldn't go, and I thought we were doomed, until it turns out Jenny Lam went for me, and was going to tell me this morning as a surprise, only Aimee kind of wrecked it. Wells, we ended up spending all first period running around in little Santa's hat and reindeer ears, pressuring people to give money, then very generously giving them honeyjoys. The honeyjoys were SO STICKY AND BUTTERY. My hands were soaked with butter, and I was usually the last to leave any classroom we visit, so I'd end up closing the door behind me, leaving many many classrooms with sticky doorknobs =) In the end, it turns out we made $297!!

While we were fundraising, we happened to saw those EMPH people. ==" We might've ended up with more money, but people donated most of their money to the EMPH people already, so yeh... At recess, they were giving out those stupid 'are you emo' quizzes. Its so stereotypical? Everyone's either an emo or a zombie or something or other. Not ALL emos like black and red, and... arrghs. It just pissed me off.

Ok, I'm not in the blogging mood anymore. Everyone's pasting me the SHS08 Yr 10 Formal forum. Its very distracting. I'm reading all the things. I can't believe other people are already excited over it. I thought it was only me and Jenny Lam! We've been looking forward to it since forever, especially since we almost got to go to the CVHS one, but couldn't. Whenever we got depressed over that formal, we would remind ourselves that there's our own Year 10 one to look forward to. So it was... like... our light at the end of the tunnel or something.

Okay, now to talk about the Child Labour thing. Should people our age be made to clean toilets? By our age, I mean like.. 14 year olds. Should we have to clean toilets on a regular basis? I think not, but I know a certain person who has to clean their toilet daily. I pity them, so. They call me spoilt because I don't clean my toilet. I went off to research, thinking 'maybe I'm just naive. Maybe everyone cleans their toilets. Maybe I'm just abnormal'. So what did I do? Well, Jenny L and I went around surveying people. Apparently, no one cleans their toilet, no one knows anyone who cleans their toilet, and people believe it is child labour unless the kid lives on a farm, or in Vietnam, or in a Vietnamese farm. So yes, CLEANING TOILET IS CHILD LABOUR. SAY NO! TO CHILD LABOUR!

Revamp! (again) and my Super Achievement-filled Weekend

2007-12-02T14:42:00.000+11:00

Weekends are my favouritest parts of the week (obviously), but its such a shame that I waste 80% of my weekends. This weekend however, was somewhat least wasteful than all the other 80%. I managed to get around to doing heaps of what I've always wanted + more!

Okay, for one, on Saturday morning when my mum had to yell me awake, I didn't even get that pissed at her. For those who don't yet know it, being woken up by anything other than the alarm puts me in an immediate bad mood. It's kind of like PMS, only it isn't PMS. Wells, on this particular Saturday morning, I didn't get that pissed. Not as pissed as all the other times. Probably my least pissy woken-up-by-anything-other-than-the-alarm morning. Its something to be proud of, non?

And when I managed to get out of bed after half an hour of being screamed at, I decided to wear this particular top, and wear nothing but this particular top. So I go through my whole wardrobe to look for it, with no success. Due to my already moody mood from being woken up in that particular manner, I stomped around yelling at my mum, asking where it was. After no response, I spend forty minutes (yes, forty), stomping around the house in my pyjamas looking through all the possible places (my sister's wardrobe, my parent's wardrobe, the two washing lines in the backyard, the washing machine and the dryer, behind the washing machine and dryer, etc etc), until I ran out of places to look. Now usually, I would go around the whole house and continue to search for this item of clothing (its like obsessive compulsive disorder or something) until I find it, but after I realise that I was late for Viet school, I gave up. I would consider this a great achievement. It's like.. facing your fear or something. I've never not worn something which I've decided to wear. Never.

When I made it to Viet School, I realise that it was the last day of the year (yipeeeeee!), and that day was like... a presentation day, where the best student from each class gets this major award and trophy thing. And guess who won THAT award? That's right! It was moi... which was totally unexpected. I mean, I didn't do my homework ever and practically failed every test, but I guess I did my homework more, and failed less tests, than the other nine students of my class.

After Viet School and a particularly long boring 2 hours of tutor, I went home and decided to clean out my wardrobe- something I haven't done in about 6 months. And imagine my surprise when I find that top (that I was looking for in the morning) was in my wardrobe all along. Before I started this gruelling task, I had the brilliant idea of taking before and after pictures, of which I would post here =).

Ok, so brace yourself for the before picture:
Yes, the clothes are still somewhat colour coordinated (something I did when I first moved in about a year ago, but gave up 6 months into it), but.. as you can see, it's a humongous mess. Its no wonder I couldn't find my top. 4 hours later and....
Okay, you're disappointed. It isn't that much of a difference, but it's a difference right? Well, most of the difference unsee-able, which is why you can't see much of a difference. But I've separated the tops from the bottoms and I colour coordinated both sides! And I found all my belts and decided to put all my twenty-four bags in the basket. And I found my drawer thing again and decided to put all my accessories in there. So even if it looks messy, it's not =).

While I was cleaning out my wardrobe, I recovered my ugly 3/4 cuff up jeans. Of course, I didn't buy them myself, because I knew right from the beginning that cuffed up jeans, especially those of the 3/4 variety, will make ANYONE look like they have super short legs and super fat hips. So I didn't buy them, of course I didn't. I got them as a present or something. And I never wore them. Not once. So when I found them right at the end of my wardrobe, I decided to do something about its uglyness. Which is why I chopped it into shorts- and sewed it up and everything too. So now, it doesn't even look like they were once ugly 3/4 cuffed up jeans. Nope, they just look like they are and always have been; fine denim shorts. And of course I took photos! Here's the end result:
Yupps, and the left overs?
Hideous, non?

Anywhos, right before the exams, I suddenly felt the urge to play Neopets again. Weird, huh? The last time I played was like... 3 years ago. And I promised myself to make an account after the exams, but sort of forgot until just yesterday when Jenny G told me she played Neopets too! ROFL. She said she suddenly felt the urge to play too, and she wanted to take over the Neopian world and gain virtual fame, and hearing 'take over' and 'fame', I not only remembered to make an account, but also agreed to join her in gaining power and fame. Do YOU play Neopets? If you do, add us! Find me under _x3theresa, and Jenny G under xxjennyy

Last but not least, I made a new layout! (as promised). It took approximately 6 hours:
1 hour of finding that picture (its the sweetest cutest more heartwarming picture I've ever seen! I love it soooooo <33!!)
1 hour of deciding on the layout (I knew I wanted to make columns this time, and something very simple, but I didn't know where to align it, and I couldn't decide on whether or not to make the main picture blocky or fadey)
1/2 hour of photoshopping the picture
And the rest of the time coding it. I HATE CODING LAYOUTS. So annoying! When one thing goes right, something else goes wrong, etc etc. And I keep changing my mind too, so yeh. A lot of the resources aren't available at the moment because they're in the process of being updated and fixed so yeh.

So... yes. My weekend has been so achievement-filled. I'm so proud of myself. Jenny L's pressuring me to make her another layout. We must go through the whole process of what I call 'layout counselling', which is basically trying to get her to know what she wants, because she never knows what she wants.

My Super Early New Year's Resolution

2007-11-30T22:10:00.000+11:00

I do realise that there is about a month to go until New Years, but it’s never too early to start, right? And I also do realise that I’ve never followed any of these resolutions, but next year, I will. Every year, I say I’ll do something, then forget about it, and when I realise that I’ve forgotten about it, I decide to start over fresh again, so I roll all my promises to the next year. I’ve been procrastinating away from these promises for 14 years… well, since I started making New Years resolutions… so it’s time that I actually fulfil them. I remember last year’s resolution-
1. To stop spending all my money on vast amounts of clothes, most of which I would only wear once or twice- okay. I didn’t follow this one. Nope, I’ve blown all my Chinese New Year money (which is quite a lot, might I add) and any other money I’ve happened to get my hands on; on clothes.
2. To stop talking to Sophie while I should be paying attention in English, and to not get in trouble for drawing Elmo and allowing Sophie to add her ‘personal touches’ in, which get me busted by Mr Cree for wasting paper, and drawing very bad bad things, which technically, I didn’t draw, all I drew was an innocent Elmo, but whatever. Wells, I didn’t follow that, and couldn’t, because Sophie moved to Mr Atkinson’s class, and I to Mr Feofiloff’s.
3. To be as nice as can be to everyone. Yes, I have somewhat tried to follow that. But I don’t know to what point, or whether it made any impact whatsoever.

So there, my last year’s resolution. I was young and dumb then, and I’ve matured by One! Whole! Year! So this year’s one has to be better and more meaningful and better.

Theresa’s New Year’s Resolution for 2008 of Which She Must Follow
1. I will get a job so I can get money to fund for my ever-growing wardrobe
2. I will not buy so many clothes in case I have not achieved resolution no.1
3. I will stop going to the school canteen because it’s BAD!
4. I will do all my homework on the day they are given so I don’t get super stressed when all the homework turns into a huge ugly blob
5. I will update my study notes on a weekly basis so I wont have to do them all last minute, which would cause stress
6. I will study all my notes, not the day before the exam, but at least 2 weeks prior to the starting date of my exams, so I won’t get stressed
7. I will not get stressed because that would cause lack of sleep, which gives me eye-bags, and cause me to eat less, which makes me even more underweight
8. I will sleep at least 8 hours a night
9. I will not abuse the snooze button every morning, but wake up the first time the alarm rings instead
10. I will practise the piano for at least 1 hour each day, because it de-stresses me, which is good for resolution no. 7
11. I will stop going aggro whenever my sister pisses me off, because people end up getting hurt. I will release my anger on the piano instead, because it effectively releases my anger and stress, and makes me play better, louder, and with more passion
12. I will not sit in front of the computer all day long, no, I will indulge in more… activities unrelated to the computer. Such as reading, or sewing more bags, or going to the park

Yes, that be it. Oh my I need to make a new layout, this one’s getting so old.

It's Over Baby, Over!!

2007-11-23T22:09:00.000+11:00

Yupps! The exams are officially over. After about 250 hours of panicking (but not studying. I have discovered that I have the ability to panic, yet go on with my procrastinating and forget all about studying), about 3 panic attacks (before Maths, Science and Commerce), and about 1 hour of last minute studying per subject the day before the actual subject’s exam, they’re over. It’s a bit hard to believe actually. I still haven’t fully absorbed the fact that I can go on the internet and go around randomly without feeling guilty, or that when I go up to bed at night, I won’t have to stay up to 1am attempting to do last-minute studying, or that there are no exams tomorrow. And no exams to come for a long long time.

For someone who barely studied, I think those exams went okay. Usually, I would start panicking about 3 weeks before the exams, and then I’d start studying. This time round, I panicked about 12 hours before the exam, yet I didn’t actually study. Maybe it’s because everyone else was nerding away about 2 months before the actual exam, which caused me to see the error in their nerdy ways, and made me decide that studying was a bad thing?

I don’t know, but whatever it is, they’re OVER and that means I’m baaaaaaaaacckk! The last time I blogged was… on the 2nd of November. And now it’s the 23rd November (weeps! To those who know what I’m talking about). I haven’t blogged in 21 days. Since approximately 3:10pm today, I have felt the urge to blog. It gave me this feeling of… nostalgia. Strange, non?

So what have I been up to? Wells, since the last time I blogged, I:

got that bar of chocolate from Tina Read
realised off Sophie that going to China was not possible because from next year and onwards, you’d have to actually pass a test written in Chinese about the history of China. So I’m obviously not going, seeing as how I’m not a single bitty Chinese, nor do I know anything about China. So that be it.
Got overexcited about a certain formal I was meant to attend, along with Jenny Lam. We were blinded with excitement and were convinced that no matter what, we would go. Now that it has come and gone, and we didn’t go, we can mournfully see how it was completely impossible and have learnt to never get overexcited about things ever again
Decided to get a haircut!- something that will look totally and completely different. I wanted it to be SHORTshort, but I realised that this wasn’t possible for my face shape, so I have settled with something else. It’s short, but not as short as I would want it to look. I’m getting the haircut tomorrow, and feel sort of sad that I’d never look the way that I look at the moment ever again. Kind if a sad thought, huh?
Also decided that I need to re-dye my hair. It is definitely not red. It’s like… orange. Ew. Maybe I’ll do it tomorrow as well?
Decided to plan a birthday party for Jenny Lam, but that got all cancelled, so I planned a picnic party, which couldn’t work out, so now we’re settling for a shopping spree!! Sounds uberly fun.
Have shopped online every single night, with Jenny L, for a new swimming costume. Yes, I should’ve been studying, but weirdly enough, the need for a new swimming costume happened to pop up whilst I was meant to be studying. We’d start talking at about 5pm and look for swimmers on the net 'til 7:30, which was when we promised ourselves we would start studying, but get caught up on talking to each other, and before long, we realise its 8:30, then we say we’ll study now, but get distracted, and end up studying at 10, when we realise that the internet has been a huge distraction and that it’s about time we quit msn.
And last, but very not least, Jenny Lam and I have found the key to happiness! It involved many ‘calculators’, ‘equations’, ‘arms’, and many many ‘sunny days’. Of course, the above is all our ‘own language’, as we can’t tell you what they stand for yet. But you’ll know soon enough, hopefully. Hint: it involves peeing heaps and heaps and heaps. But that’s only about 10% of the whole plan.

Tataas for now! Should go and continue to mindlessly waste time!

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I don’t think the guys would think that’s funny, but trust me, the girls would find it hilarious. I know I did.

Hiatus!

2007-11-02T18:45:00.000+11:00

I'll be gone! *POOF!* until further notice. No, it's not that I don't love you, I just am way too busy to blog these days. Well, not busy, I always seem to be able to make time for blogging, which is a bad thing because then I never get any homework or anything important done, so if I made everything all official and everything, then I might be able to resist blogging. No, I have to resist, because it's official. Where will I be? I'll be off playing a million hours of piano everyday so that I can pass my exam with an A or higher so that Tina Read can reward me chocolate, and I'll be off finishing my exam notes because eveyone's depending on me for them, then I'll be off studying for the exams which are in week 8. And in between, there are many small unimportant things to do like stupid Science indicator things that only our class has to do, or the English Reading for Pleasure speech, or the big fat ugly Careers Folder we have to do. And then I'll have to find a job, then go earn money so that I can save up $2000 in half a year so that I can go to China with my friends. So yes, I'll be busy, which is why I'll be gone for a while. So *POOF!!*

Taronga ZOO!

2007-11-01T21:57:00.000+11:00

My blog is lagging by a day but life has been ever so busy so please excuse me for my lateness. Welps, on Halloween, as in the 31st of October, we (everyone in Year 9) went to Taronga Zoo! First, we had to go line up in our Science classes, but because our class was so cool, we didn't have to be a line, no, we were the only class who was a blob. Then we were the last class to go on the buses.. and our class had to split up. And because Jenny G, Aimee, Tina and I were lagging, we couldn't find seats on the buses. We had to climb onto 3 buses before we found seats. And off we zoomed! To Taronga Zoo! We arrived and had to walk down this hill thing... and... we saw a bunch of animals. I can't remember in what order, but there were a lot of animals. As seen below:
That is a snake, in case you didn't know. I think it's sleeping.

Our class + the Sydney skyline in the background.

Goats! They were moulting. If they had super long beards. o.O"

Oooh YAYY! Zebras. They're so funny.

Aimee and a rhinoceros statue. We kept being distracted by random things like these, and then our class would rush off without us and we would sort of get lost.

Jenny and Aimee!

Lunch rolled around and we were getting hungry so our teacher let us go to the Food Market, where Aimee shouted us chips! That's Jenny G and Aimee at the food shop.

Our beautiful fries.

Aimee and her fry

Oooh a giraffe! Jenny N has always wanted a pet giraffe.

And Orangutan shading under some sack thing. It has got to be the ugliest animal I've ever seen.

A seal. No, it's not dead. It's sunbathing you see?

Aimee pretending to be some sort of animal (as seen behind her in the picture). I see a resemblance!

Jenny Guo! Ahaha, she didn't know I was taking this one.

A pit of meerkats. The meerkats were so cute! But you sort of can't really find them in this picture. Because they're sort of small and... camouflaged

Aimee and I sticking our heads in those lion things! This was the last thing we saw, before we had to get back on the bus. Because everyone was begging for ice-cream, our teacher let us go get some. I bought this brain-freezingly cold Calippo thing, before I realised that I wouldn't be allowed in the bus unless I finished it, which was impossible because it was so cold, so I would have to throw it, would be completely a waste. So I ended up sneaking it in inside my bag, and ended up ducking under the chairs to finish it off. I almost had a heartattack when the teacher ended up right in front of us, but he didn't seem to notice my ice-cream.

Wells, that excursion was pretty fun. The other classes didn't seem to like it. But maybe its because they, unlike us, didn't get to see the seal show? The seal show was cool =D. They were so cute. Oh wells, bad luck to the other classes who didn't get to see it because they went to the stage that was under construction and though that the show wasn't available. But I heard that another class got to watch elephants humping? I didn't pry for details. But I guess watching elephants making love would be an equally ... umm... good experience (?) as watching the seals.

After today, I have to make a note to myself: Bring a camera instead of using the camera phone because it's crap, don't use bags that don't close properly because you'll have the on going fear when you have left your bag outside with the emu, that the emu would go through your bag and eat your food, and to never bring your own food, but bring money instead, because you'll only end up buying food and then you wouldn't have the stomach space to eat the food you packed yourself.

Note to Self: Binge Eating- Never Do it Again

2007-10-28T21:26:00.000+11:00

Blogging again so soon, Theresa? Why yes, I am. Because I have wasted my whole day on nothingness so far, so why not waste the remainder of my day? Well, I could be watching the Arias right now. Maybe I should. But because I’m such a nice person, I’ll save all my readers from boredom by blogging. So what have I been doing? Wells, I… spent all morning downloading music (because being from the young generation that I am from, music is downloaded, not bought. Ever.) then I went outside to take a picture of this weed I saw yesterday, sticking out through a crack in the foot path outside (I saw it outside and thought how inspirational it was, and what a great picture it would make. I had this phase where I was obsessed with photography? Go here to check out the ones I took about last holidays. Sophie’s the model in one of them =].)So I drag myself to the footpath to find that someone had yanked it out! Being in the distraught state that I was in, I went inside and played the piano (like I do whenever I feel pissed or distraught) until I became happy again.

Then we had to go to this outdoorsy Vietnamese church festival thing. And being the non-outdoorsy type of person I am, I was in a bad mood. I forgot that I should be wearing sports shoes. No, I wore flats instead. And rocks and leaves and who knows what found their way into my shoe. Then I was getting eaten alive by flies. And at some point, I almost ate them alive, when they almost invaded my mouth. Not that I would like to eat them, unlike them, who want to eat me. Then we went to Mounties for my cousin’s birthday. Jenny G knows someone who plays the piano there every week and gets $100 an hour. I’m going to get that job, you watch me. But back to the dinner. When I entered, I thought what a waste it would be, paying a buffet dinner for me. I eat very less compared to others, and the $20 would be a humongous waste. Little did I know that it was one of the biggest dinners I’ve ever eaten.

It is rare that I ever eat to the point that I want to throw up. I can only remember 2 other times. Once when my mum bought this addictive cereal, which was so addictive that I ate three bowls + milk. The other time was when we went to Jenny N’s house. We ate about $70 worth of food between the 5 of us, in 5 hours. And there was tonight. And being the freak that I was, I thought it would make me slightly less bored if I took pictures of the beautiful food I ate with my camera phone and posted it here, just to show what a freak I was. And as Jenny G pointed out in the sms conversation we were having in the midst of our dinners, ‘You’re posting pictures of your dinner?!’. Technically, yes, but it wasn’t just any dinner. It was the biggest bestest dinner I’ve eaten in a really long time. So I should remember it, should I not? Ok. So here is a synopsis of my beautiful dinner, in pictures… (yes, it’s bad quality, but it is a camera phone after all)

Yupps, spaghetti bolognaise. Because I’m such an un-asian person (according to Jenny Guo and Nguyen, because I don’t eat asian food. I just don’t), and because I’m such an Italian food lover, spaghetti was the first thing I got. When I first got it, I was semi full from earlier snacking, but who could resist spaghetti?

Then I get chips and chicken nuggets, because I’m such a junky. And yes, by the time I finished this plate, it was equivalent to what I eat for dinner, but I did pay $20, so it’s best I make the best out of it, right?

So I got back to look for food. It all looks very… greasy and unhealthy doesn’t it?

Still in search for food…

That just proves that I DOO eat Asian food. But I’m picky about it. That’s those asian noodle things with sweet and sour sauce and this garlic bread thing (which isn’t very Asian, but they were put in the same section) and greasy pork things. I exercised half what I ate when looking for food, so I managed to eat the above.

More Asian food hunting, just to prove that I AM Asian

Prawn crackers and more garlic bread. Very greasy, should I add.

Me munching away at prawn crackers. My sister’s not very good with the camera, seeing how you can’t see my head. Which is sort of a good thing for me, I guess

Chicken =9. I’m getting very full right then, but there was so much dessert that I had to go get some…
Ooh yes, chocolate cake. They serve them in TINY amounts. So I only got a bit, to sample…

And it turns out I liked it so much that I went back to get more. Above is mud cake, coffee jelly and strawberry fruit jelly.
Oooh, blurrrr. But then I was eating like there was no tomorrow, so I guess that’s why my hand is so blurred.

Watermelon. =]. Yes, I can be healthy when I want to. And I felt I needed something healthy in my system, after all that greasy Asian food and sweet dessert

Me at the ice-cream machine. That thing scares me.

After loving the strawberry jelly so much, I went back for more. Yes, I was extremingly bloated at this time, but the jelly was really really nice.

That’s the jelly. It’s so nice. A million times better than Aeroplane Jelly. Even though I love Aeroplane Jelly, it just doesn’t compare.

Me trying to down the last of my jelly. I knew halfway through my jelly that I could not possibly eat anymore, and I should just stop. But it was such a waste and the jelly was so nice. So I decided to get up and walk around the exercise some of what I ate, but this proved to be a bad idea when I almost threw up, but when I was sitting down again, the waiter thought that my jelly was leftovers and SNATCHED IT FROM UNDER MY NOSE. How dare he.

But then it was probably a good thing that he did. Because by then, I was feeling very very sick. Everytime someone would scrape their chair and the ground would vibrate, I would feel my food sploshing around. And now, 2 hours later, I can still feel the after affects of it. I wonder when I would ever gain back my appetite again. I wonder how much calories I put on. Oh dear me. Surely, my meal wouldn’t have as many calories as a box of Krispey Kreme donuts, non?

The Ramblings of a Bored, No-Lifed Nobody

2007-10-27T21:46:00.001+10:00

I haven’t blogged in ages. I was thinking of blogging, but then I thought ‘oh nah, I have to do work first because I haven’t done my homework in ages and it’s building up into this mountainous pile and soon enough, it’ll have an avalanche and I’m going to be squashed and die, so I have to do my homework now’. So I open up my maths book and had a look at the trigonometry and almost threw up (even though I like trigonometry, I was very not in the mood). And thought… ‘if I don’t blog, it’s going to be nagging me at the back of my head for ages and I’ll never manage to do my trig work properly’. So here I am, procrastinating, once again. I have been doing so for the few hours. It’s the usual stuff… looking for stuff I can never afford, reading random people’s blogs, et cetera. I haven’t blogged in really long. Because my piano exam is coming up very soon (12th of November!) and I’ve been practising the piano for like… four hours a day. Plus there’s that really really nice song Jenny N found for me which is SUPER DUPER HARD. I’m learning that too. It really IS super duper hard. If you want to listen to it, search ‘Via Purifico’ on youtube and you’ll just see how hard it is. Because when I say hard, I mean it. Because I know what hard means. And this song is hard. Enough of that, what was I saying? Oh yeh, another reason for my lack of blogging is that I am re-attempting to self teach myself the guitar. (Yes, I’m so many people’s teachers, aren’t I? I’m Mandy and Tina’s piano teachers, Jenny L’s drum teachers, Jenny G and Jenny L’s guitar teachers and Jenny N’s soon to be violin teacher. And I’m not really getting paid for or this. I’m so nice.) My attempts to self teach is working. I think. I’ve been practising for about… 2 hours everyday. For the past 3 days. And I can play ‘All Good Things’ by Nelly Furtado, ‘Boulevard of Broken Dreams’ by Green Day and ‘Complicated’ by Avril Lavigne to name a few, which is a lot better that the last time I tried to self teach. The fingers on my left hand feel nice. When you play a string instrument, the strings cut into your fingers. Some would say it hurts, but I reckon it makes my fingers feel fizzy. It feels nice =]. After much practice, the skin on my fingers will thicken. Hurrah! But for now, thanks to all that guitaring, my fingers feel… funny everytime I press down on it. Like now, when I’m typing. I’m going off track once again. What was I saying again? Oh yeh. Because I have been oh so busy with all this pianoing and guitaring (it makes me quite happy because my life isn’t so computer dominated anymore!), I haven’t really had the time to blog, so that’s why I’m doing so right now, which is why this blog is going to be super long. I think it’s already super long. But I’m really bored and have nothing better to do. And it’s not like no one reads this, because I know for a fact that people actually read my blog. Jenny Lam for example. Wells… after typing non stop about the first thing that comes into my head so far… I can’t remember what I was going to blog about. I was going to blog about something. Because I’m not one to blog about nothing. My entries usually have a point. But as far as I can remember, this blog doesn’t yet have a point. Oh who gives, I’m too lazy to try to remember what I was going to blog about, so I’m going to blog about the first thing that pops into my head. Hmm… I want to go art lessons again. I used to. It was so fun. I liked mixing paint to make millions of different colours. But my parents won’t let me. They say its too bothersome and not worth it. It is soo worth it. I WANT TO GO BACK TO THAT ART SCHOOL I WENT TO AGES AGO. I CAN’T EVEN REMEMBER WHY I QUIT. AARGHS. I SHOULD’VE NEVER QUIT. I WANT TO GO!! Donations anyone? Sigh. I didn’t think so. I also want violin lessons. I told my parents this, and they laughed in my face. They didn’t want to because I wasn’t going to practise ( I so do! 4 hours of piano and 2 hours of guitar a day and they say I don’t practice my instruments?!) and that it would cost too much because of the lessons and the fuel and the actual violin and the books. Arghs. I need those violin lessons. Because I’ve always wanted to play the violin. And I need to teach Jenny Nguyen.

Wells, that was a huge mass of pointless rambling, wasn’t it? Wells, it wouldn’t be pointless if someone would read it and feel sorry for poor, little, deprived me, and would start funding for my violin lessons and/or my art lessons. *hint hint?* No, I didn’t think so. How saddening. Hey, anyone remember that Science competition thing we did like ages ago? In term 1 or something? Where are the results? Where have they gone?! We paid to do the test and get the results and its been ages and I still have not received my results! We did the writing and maths competition way after it, and the results for them came ages ago. So could someone please tell me where our science competition results flew off to?! Did Mr Fearnside accidentally set fire to it or something? Because if he did so, and he thinks if he didn’t tell anyone, that everyone would forget and no one would ever know, wells, as if. Because I remember. And if I don’t get my results anytime soon, I’m going to chuck a tantrum and someone’s going to have to do something about it. I wonder how long this blog is. And how long I’ve spent typing it. I really have nothing better to do. If this blog is long, then… my whole blog entries blog will be AGES long. I don’t know how to get that previous posts link on my page so that I can shorten my blog. Because unless I make all my blog posts seeable on one page (which I did), then… only a FEW posts will be seeable. If that makes sense. No it doesn’t because Microsoft Word just put this humongous green squiggly line under that whole sentence. Whatever, the point is that I need to know how to make a previous links post. But I can’t know, because it’s not possible. It’s possible if I change to Blogger Beta, which is gay because it doesn’t accept normal html like any normal blogging thing. So I have to use blogger Classic. Which doesn’t have the previous posts button. I know Diaryland and Blogdrive has that link, but I can’t be bothered changing. Because changing would mean having to change my link on other people’s blogs and TastyCarrot’s linking and everything. And I would have to learn how to code for all those other places as well. Which I really can’t be bothered to do because coding is so hard and I already got the hang of coding for blogger, so I’m NOT changing. Ok. This post has been REALLY REALLY pointless so far. Yes, I’ve already pointed that out, but I think there’s a need to repoint it. Just in case. If you’ve read this far, I congratulate you for having such a long attention span. Ok, so lets put some point into this blog, shall we? What have I done in this past week? Hmm.. *opens diary* ummm… I had that careers lesson in English. I didn’t really pay attention, but I know I’ve got a load of homework from it. And… music lessons are getting really really… demented at the moment. We have a teacher new to the school and a sub who’s subbing for Ms Frughtniet. I’m dreading PE prac lessons now, because I absolutely hate Volleyball. It’s one of those unreasonable hates. Like… one of those things which you don’t have a reason to hate. Actually, I do have reasons. It bruises my arms and I fear that I will accidentally injure my arm and then I can’t play the piano and I’ll NEVER pass my piano exam. So whenever PE prac lessons come by, I pray that it rains. And my prayers were answered on Friday. When it FLOODED. It rained and rained. Especially in Commerce on Friday afternoon, when it STORMED. And girls in our class would shriek their heads off whenever thunder boomed. And Jenny Lam and I got bored so we… uncovered our Commerce Customs. Has anyone ever heard of them? I doubt it, so let me introduce you tooo…. Our COMMERCE CUSTOMS! They’re really just... tradition. Things we usually do when we’re bored in a Commerce lesson. Except it wasn’t confirmed tradition until this week. Two things which were confirmed tradition this week were…
1. Drawing random drawings of people in my diary, and
2. Drawing >=] on our knees.
It’s hilarious. The other day, we were drawing… this shemale in my book. Which wasn’t really funny, but we were in one of our high moods, and we kept laughing and couldn’t stop. And the class was totally silent. And whenever I stopped laughing, Jenny L would start giggling and then I would laugh and oh my god it took so much stomach muscle to muffle our laughter. Seriously, when I managed to stop laughing, my stomach hurt so much. We drew lots of other things. It was like.. an exercise to expand our imagination and creativeness. When I’m bothered, I’ll scan some of my favourites. They’re worth looking at. The other tradition is drawing that face on our knee. I did it once on Jenny L’s knee a long time ago. I drew it in dark black pen. And I was in another high mood on Friday so I begged Jenny to let me draw it. So she did, after making me copy this work for her. Jenny’s knee seems to be… very… vulnerable to pain. After getting bored, Jenny asked to draw the same face on my knee, so I let her. And my knee was really ticklish and I would make her stop every few seconds. It was so funny. We should’ve taken a picture….. what a shame. Oh wait, Jenny did take a picture of her knee! Yayy! She’s sending it to me RIGHT NOW, so I’ll stick it at the end of the post. Speaking of highness… in maths, apart from doing trig with Ms Khattar, we’re also doing ‘Non-Linear Equations’ with Ms Chew. And it brings the ‘highness’ out of us. In many of the questions, we have to look at a graph and make up a question to go with the graph. And Jenny Lam and I let our imagination run wild. Let me type some up here now…
A] Jenny was riding her bike to Theresa’s house for a picnic at a constant speed but got tired halfway there so stopped and ate all the food all by herself, then after being energised, she rides her bike back home, at the same constant speed as she did before
B] Sophie ate a bunch of junkfood and was filled with energy (plus her stored body fat). She gets sick from eating so much, so her energy levels go down. After feeling guilty from eating so much junkish food, she goes on the treadmill and exercises until all her energy burns off and she collapses
C] There was a bunny rabbit who at 9am was 4km from its holehome as it had slept over at Mr Mole’s home the previous night. The rabbit went to find carrots 6kms away, taking 2 hours. It picks up all the carrots in a millisecond and starts coming back to Mr Mole, at 2km/hr for 2 hours, however, it got hungry and eats all the carrots by itself, taking one hour to do so. It was scared that Mr Mole would get angry for not collecting lunch properly, so it decided to flee home at the speed of 3km an hour for 2 hours (it was a slow rabbit)
D] Alisa leaves home at 9am to walk around aimlessly. She walks at 8-km/h in the first hour, then slows down to 20km/h for the next 2 hours. At 10pm, she meets up with her sister, Penny, who had also walked around aimlessly since 9am. Penny continued at the same speed until 11am, when she drops dead and lies there until 12:30, when the wind blows and she rolls off ahill until she runs into Alisa who had walked around aimlessly at 10km/h from 10-11pm, 40km/h til noon, and continues back home at 20km and hour, when she finds Penny and jumps over her, and continues at the same speed until 11:30pm when she gets tired of walking, so she lies down and rolls home at 40km/h, when she finds Penny lying on the road and they both roll down to the front door together. (they are super fast humans)
Ok, in that last question, it gets really stuffed up in the end because we couldn’t be bothered thinking up more imaginative things. So gave up and tried to end it ASAP. But the questions caused us to burst into more stomach-muscle-aching fits of laughter. Because the class was really silent.

Ok. I really have written too much. I’ve spent… Oh my god, could it be AN HOUR ON THIS POST? But then, I was multi tasking. Talking to Amanda about whether she was a rebel or not, telling Jenny Lam to send me the picture of her knee, eating a super hard picnic bar, et cetera. So the post ends HERE. And I said there will be the picture of Jenny L’s knee. Well, her phone has failed her. I’ll find the picture soon enough, along with those pictures in my diary. I’ll post them someday.

10 Things that Annoy the Hell Out of Me

2007-10-20T21:58:00.000+10:00

Life is so dead boring these days, so I result to nerding, which gives me headaches. So I should do something that’s not school-related right? Because it’ll be good for me. And good for Jenny Lam. Because she’s my OFFICIAL #1 FAN. Yes. She is. She visits my blog the second after I post something. So me blogging is a good thing because there are so many benefits for everyone. So I’ll start now. Things That Annoy the Hell Out of Me. 10 things to be exact. Because so many things piss me off these days. And maybe if I blog about them, some might resolve themselves? Ok…

1. The stupid stiff keyboards at school. They’re all stiff. Especially those Apple ones. Apple is STUPID. I HATE APPLE. But this isn’t about Apple. This is about the school’s keyboards. They’re so ugly and they don’t make clicky sounds when you type and they’re STIFF. I have to press super hard. As if I were piano-ing or something. And I always end up making typos. I should bring my own keyboard to school. But then that’s WEEIIRD.

2. How people’s elbows go dry. No one pays attention to their elbows. Everyone forgets it when moisturising. Which is why everyone’s elbows are flaky and dry. Except mine, because I pay attention to them. Shouldn’t everyone? It annoys me to see people with dry elbows. Because elbows are as important as everywhere else. People moisturise their knees, don’t they? Then why not their elbows?!

3. How coding layouts and websites is SO TIRING BECAUSE FIREFOX REFUSES TO WORK WITH IE. This pisses me off soooo badly everytime I do a new layout or website. Because if it works on one browser, it wont work on the other. And I spend ages trying to figure out how it works for both. Arghs!

4. People who think Maths and Science are the most important thing in the world. Yes, it’s sort of an Asian thing, but it annoys me. People don’t pay enough attention to other things… like English or Music or Drama. No, if someone gets in the highest maths or science class, it deserves some massive celebration, but if they get in the highest English class? Nothing. Because sadly, no one cares about English. Maths and Science is so overrated.

5. People who copy and conform. It really really irritates me. Especially when it’s like ‘everyone’s wearing that shirt and I don’t care if it looks hideous on me because everyone’s wearing it so I simply MUST wear is as well’. Ever heard of being UNIQUE?

6. People who wear the same outfit everytime I see them. Yes, I know that it’s really nice & everything, but don’t they own anything else? If I can make the effort to never repeat the same outfit twice to one place, then they could at least not wear the same thing five times in a row?

7. People who don’t listen. I hate it when it feels as if I’m talking to myself. It’s really really annoying. Because if you’re going to make conversation, you should do it properly, non? If they don’t want to listen, I’d rather it if they told me to shut up, rather than me wasting my breath.

8. When people think they’re so good but aren’t. When people are complete fakes. It’s totally see-through-able. Why people do it, I do not know. But I just hate it when people think they’re all that, but aren’t. And they know it.

9. Awkward silences. Like when a classroom goes all completely silent. And you really need to say something, but can’t. Or when you’re in a completely empty house and you know anything you say is going to be heard by everyone. Like in Jenny Nguyen’s house.

10. My freaking annoying lovelife. I know Jenny Lam would be expecting a lot of ranting on this one, but what is there to say? IT’S ANNOYING. I DON’T LIKE IT. NOT AT ALL. ITS SO UNPREDICTABLE AND ANNOYING AND MAKES ME SO SELF CONCIOUS AND NOT MYSELF. AND ANNOYING. AAAAAAAAAARGHS!! I wait everyday hoping for it to resolve itself, knowing that it won’t. But hoping all the same, because what else is there to do?

Wells, that was long wasn’t it? I should stop. Because it’s dark and I’m downstairs all alone and I’m scared of rats.

TASTYCARROT LAUNCHES!!!

2007-10-15T20:16:00.000+10:00

It really is about time. It launched at approximately 9:30pm on the 14th of October 2007. Which was yesterday, but I haven't had time to blog yet. Because of school. SCHOOL IS GAY. WHOEVER INVENTED IT WAS GAY! Sigh. But they're probably dead already, so no point. I wonder who did invent school. I'll google it right now...arghs. I googled 'man who invented school'. And these results come up with to do with people who invented... management. And the 'accelerated High School system'. What the hell is that? I wish our time in high school would accelerate. Why doesn't someone invent something cleverer like that?! But then 'man who invented school' is a bit sexist, because it could've been a woman who invented school. But I'm getting off track, now what was I saying? Oh yes, TASTYCARROT LAUNCHED! There's a MASS reaction. Jennies all hate it. More than they ever did. And everyone is talking to me about it. And it makes me feel so happy. Happier than I've felt in ages. But enough with that, let's talk about the first day of term 4. I think it was an educational day. Not in the usual nerdy way. No, educational, as in, in ways that matter. Here are a few things I have learnt:

That I am going to die at 64 from skin cancer. In PE, we had to write a timeline of our life and what difficulties we may face. As in, a timeline until we die. And we have to know when we'll die. I predict that I will leave uni at 25 to become a hugely successful something, then I will live a rich happy life until I'm 62 which is when I would be diagnosed with skin cancer, and then I die at 64.
That if you make a bag and everyone will place an order for you to make a bag for them. I made a bag over the holidays [have I mentioned that?] and now, I have 4 orders for bags. From Aimee, Jenny L, Jenny N and Sophie. And Ida and Tina Read suggested that I should make more and sell them on Ebay
That Mr Kunjitty now knows my name. Oh dammit, now I'll get a report that's actually truthful. I was talking to Jenny L when he goes 'Thereshhhaaa, stop talking and do your work!'. Oh dearie me.
That teachers are deluded. No offence to them, they just don't know any better. If Jenny N gave me a piece of paper of her bag design, and I am returning it to her, is it fair if I'm the one made to stay in after class to go find some mysterious unknown textbooks? I think not.
That I don't have a music teacher. Ms Martin is on labour leave and Ms Frughtniet is in Province, France! So by the time music rolled round, the whole class just sat there. Outside the classroom. It was unbelievable that no teacher in the whole F block corridor came out to yell at us. Because we were making a lot of noise.
That the substitute teacher we have for music was deaf. I mean, I've had her before, and I've always suspected that she was a bit deaf, but it's now officially confirmed. But she seems to be able to hear the drums and piano. She's all really overprotective of the instruments. We are allowed to use the instruments. And we do know how to use them better than she does. But no, whenever we attempt to touch the instruments, she barks 'Keep away from the instruments! No one is to use the instruments!'

I think that's all I learnt today. Oh yes, I also learnt that when you want to spread a website, it's really not that hard. You tell about 5 people, and after they see the TastyCarrot website, they're just begging to spread it. No, seriously.

Revamp! + A Loong Explanation on Tasty Carrot

2007-10-07T09:33:00.000+10:00

Yeh yeh, I make too many layouts for my own good, but it's not like I have anything more worthwhile to do. These holidays are awful. I don't do anything. I just sleep, eat, and wander around the house trying to find something to entertain me. This is partly because there is no one to talk to on msn. Jenny G and Sophie are GOOOOONNEE, Jenny Lam goes out everyday because she knows how to enjoy her holidays, and Jenny N watches dramas and anime, and can't be bothered going on MSN. So depressing, there's nothing to do these days. Which is why I make layouts. It really is time consuming. First I have to go look for the pictures to use, then I have to make the graphics, then I code the layout. I also have to go back and search for all the graphics and stuff I used for the credits. And I take a screenshot to add to the 'past layouts' list on my downloads. Those screenshots can be interesting to look at. You can find out when I took the screenshot. And what programs I was running at the time. Or what websites I was on. Or who I was talking to on msn. Or my msn status. If one was to really study those screenshots, I think it would be... interesting?

I think Jenny Lam, Jenny Nguyen, Mandy and Aimee are coming to my house on Tuesday or Wednesday. I'm not sure when. Jenny L's mum won't let her come, but I'm not depressed about that because we worked out this theory: That everytime we plan an outing or a party or something, something always goes wrong. Always. But in the end, after we really stress and try to find a way around it, it turns out good again. Always. I really can't remember a time when we planned something and it didn't go wrong, then turn out okay again. And after further investigation, we have found out that half the time when things go wrong, it's because Jenny L's mum lets her go, then changes her mind really abruptly, then like... 2 hours before the thing, her mum lets again. Or sometimes, it's because no one can find transportation to wherever we need to go. And then I usually have to make a million phonecalls, and eventually find a way. Or Sophie is usually hungover or forgot to turn on the alarm. And by the time she wakes up, she's about 5 hours late. But she makes it, somehow. But that's besides the point. The point is that I don't need to worry about Jenny Lam not being able to come over, because it'll work out in the end. It always has, so it can't not work this time round. Because it has to work. Yupp, so I'm not upset about it. Because I know that it'll work out.

So what are they doing exactly when they come over? It's for a photoshoot =D. And no, it isn't another one of my photography-spur-of-the-moments. No, this time, it's for Tasty Carrot! Have I ever explained Tasty Carrot on this blog before? I think on my first post? I must check...okay, I didn't. So I'll explain it right now because I have no life and have nothing better to do than to explain to people who probably know what Tasty Carrot is, what Tasty Carrot is. It US. As in Jennies, Sophie and I. You may or may not know but the reason we all have blogs [even though many of us don't use them] is so that we can all join our blogs up into this main page thing called 'Tasty Carrot'. It's a long story, so should I explain? I think I should, because I have nothing better to do. But you don't have to read. If you don't feel like reading the bored ramblings of some random who has no life, feel free to go away. I bet that's everyone, but oh wells.

Back to Tasty Carrot... Exactly 11 weeks ago, Jenny G found a website of a particularly geeky person from some random school who's name I won't mention. But this website infuriated us. Particularly me. Because it was so all that. And Jenny G has some strange disliking for this person, so she said that when I made a website, it has to be better. And then I thought of this whole idea where we could all make blogs and join it up with a big, main, entrance page. And then we thought of a name- Tasty Carrot. Named after my pencil case. For those of you who haven't seen my pencil case... well... it's hot pink and has the words 'Tasty Carrot' written across it. So that was the name of our website. Jenny G and I planned a release date, one day in a Science lesson. We planned it on the... 26th of August I think it was? Well, obviously, we've lagged. Like heaps. It's not my fault that I keep wanting to make new layouts and the others can't decide on how they want they're layout to look like. It's not my fault that Jenny G is so naturally laggy, and Jenny L has absolutely no idea what she wants, and Jenny N is so obsessive about such tiny details, such as how many cherry blossoms are on her tree. And I'm responsible for all this because I'm the one who has to make they're layouts for them. It's not my fault that people keep changing ideas about how our front should look. [Okay, that was me, but still.] When we finally settles on an idea long enough to have the photoshoot done, everyone looked at their pictures [about a week later] and realised that they looked stupid in the photo, and wanted a re shoot. But by then, the idea had lost it's novelty, so Jenny L and I brainstormed and thought of the perfect idea. It's the one we're doing right now, and one which I spent heaps of time on, the reason for everyone coming to my house. Tasty Carrot will release soon. I'm not sure when, but soon. And the current idea for the main page we have? I can't tell you because it's a secret. You'll find out soon enough. I should stop wasting time on pointless things like explaining what Tasty Carrot is. I should go eat something, because although I don't realise it, I'm very hungry.

The Trashing of Jenny Nguyen's House

2007-10-03T12:06:00.001+10:00

It seems that when there are more people at Jenny N’s house, the more fun we have. Or maybe because it was sweltering on that day we went? Whatever it was, I have decided to do a very thorough run-through of it on this blog for those who missed out on the fun [especially Jenny Lam, who didn’t go because she was partying at some bigger, richer house]. I have pictures at the bottom of this post.

I arrived to see Jenny G, Mandy and Aimee locked out of Jenny’s house. We managed to push our way into Jenny’s house, and by then, we had gone very high. Aimee seemed to find Jenny’s little brother’s mother’s day present of two years ago very amusing [it was a picture of his head stuck on a crafted paper body with no hands or legs, holding a love heart]. Everyone was being a bum, sitting in front of Jenny’s many computers and watching dramas/anime, when I suggested we go to the park. When no one moved, I suggested we go to the petrol station nearby to by water balloons. By then, everyone was very sweaty, thanks to the lack of air-conditioning in Jenny’s computer room. Everyone agreed, so off we went, to the petrol station. We saw this huge guy on a little bicycle supposedly ‘filling up his bicycle with fuel’, which was hilarious at the time. [Later on, when we saw him zoom off on his bike, we realised that the bike did actually have a motor]. We harassed the poor guy at the counter and eventually decided to buy the water balloons.

Back at Jenny’s house, we were having an immensely difficult time filling up the water balloons. Jenny’s garden hose likes to splash everyone with water unexpectedly, not that this was such a bad thing, because it was starting to get really hot outside in Jenny’s backyard. We finished filling the whole packet of balloons [there were forty, we had popped about six] and decided we didn’t have enough, so we went to get more. Eventually, we ran off to the park, dragging along two full buckets of water balloons [it was very hard. We kept having to stop because people kept getting tired]. We were all aiming at Jenny N for some reason, and most of us missed. I got more wet filling up the balloons. Once we got back to Jenny’s house, we were still unsatisfied with our level of wetness, so Jenny N chased us with the garden hose. And yep, we were all soaking by the time she got enough.

Then we were hungry. So we went in the kitchen, wet all her dining chairs and waited for her to cook us mi goreng. She overcooked it and all the noodles were super sticky. Sophie soon arrived [she woke up at 12, forgetting to set her alarm] and it was time for lunch; we all choked down the noodles, and Jenny refused to give us coke until we finished every last piece of noodle, so our mouths were on fire. Then we went to Jenny’s super-cold-air-conned room and lay in her bed and made wet patches everywhere. Sophie and Mandy were playing Pokemon and the rest of us were lying in Jenny’s bed talking and taking pictures [well that was me, but I had nothing else to do, and someone had to take the pictures of some of the ridiculous things some people do]. We eventually got bored, and went to the computer to play ‘the grudge game’. Like Jenny G says, it’s like a ritual. Every time we go to Jenny’s house, we always play the grudge game, Sophie always shrieks her head off, Jenny N always hides behind someone and we never finish. Ever. After a while, we wandered to the dining room. The others were talking about something, but I wasn’t listening- I was tracing chicken drumsticks on Jenny’s Woolworths catalogue. After they got bored of talking and watching me trace pictures of groceries, we went back to the computer and played the IMPOSSIBLE QUIZ. It was hilarious. Some of the questions are so random.

We got bored of that soon enough, so we decided to visit the petrol station again, to find it was closed. So we walked all the way back, and Jenny N found some little kids and said hi to them. They got freaked. They probably thought she was some psychotic paedo or something. I would think that too if Jenny wasn’t my friend [hahaha]. We reached Jenny’s house again and they decided to play Eye-Toy. I had to go home at this point, but I heard that they looked really stupid playing Eye-Toy. And they were dancing or something? I don’t know. Well, that’s about it. But you have to look at the photos too! Here they are:

The good thing about being the one taking the pictures is that I'm not in any of them. Aimee still have a bunch of photos that I still need to scab. I'll post them here when I get them.

Melbourne [cont'd]

2007-09-29T23:47:00.000+10:00

I have those photos I promised! It's not really that much, and they're all pretty blurry because they were taken from the inside of a moving car.

Yeh, yeh, it's nothing much, but it should give a clear enough image that Melbourne's a FREAK! I'm sorry to those who live in Melbourne, it's not YOU, it's your city. So don't be offended. But then, people who live in Melbourne probably think Sydney is weird. But wait, I don't believe in using the word weird. No, it's unique.

Melbourne

2007-09-28T22:13:00.000+10:00

I fell out of bed this morning at 4am, after 4 hours of sleep. I stumbled into the car and fell asleep straight away. After 10 hours of no-toileting and sleeping and eating and watching dramas on my laptop, we reached MELBOURNE! And my god it's even weirder than I recall. I'll sum it up in point form;

They don't have trains or buses. No, they have TRAMS. The trams run wild all over Melbourne and they require these electrical powerline things to run on, so there's all these wires strung all over the city, like a huge spider web. It's awful. Makes Melbourne look all polluted and ick.
Everyone seems to ride on these trams.
And if they're not riding on these trams, they ride in taxis.
The taxis in Melbourne are yellow. Like in those New York movies. Where the whole city is crawling with yellow cabs. Well Melbourne looks kind of like that.
The city is full of strip clubs and churches. I was keeping a tally of all the strip clubs and churches that we passed but I lost count. It's weird that there are so many strip clubs AND churches so near each other.
The city has all these really really old Victorian styled buildings. Which I guess is reasonable, becuase the state is Victoria. But it's a bit frightening to see a silver, modern Commonwealth Bank ATM sticking out of a super old fragile looking building.
It's so cold here. I heard that it was sweltering in Sydney today. Well in Melbourne, it's about 10 degrees celcius, it's raining really hard and it's super windy. I have to wear heaps of layers. It's lucky this house has a heater, otherwise I would've froze to death. Melbourne is always like this for some reason. Superly cold. And wet.
It's always gloomy feeling in Melbourne. The sky is always grey and the sun is never visible. It almost feels like I'm in England, with all these old Victorian buildings and gloomy weather.

That's all for now. I'm sure I still have more to discover about Melbourne. I took a bunch of pictures in the car out of boredom. Of the trams and empty, gloomy, dark alleys and of yellow taxis and ugly power lines and etc. I'll post then when I'm bothered.

Tataas for now.

Jenny Lam & Chocolate + Music Camwhoring

2007-09-26T18:35:00.001+10:00

Stopping Jenny from experiencing some of life's pleasures is amusing. Like when she found out that bleach can kill your eyes and make you 'turn into an elephant', she vowed never to dye her hair. Or when we were planning a trip to the ice-skating rink and I told her I knew this guy who fell down and had all his fingers skated over. And she promised herself to never go ice-skating ever again. Well Jenny, I have another one for you. And this time, it's about your favouritest thing in the world- chocolate. I found this recently;

German police are investigating after a man says he bit into a chocolate bar — and found a finger inside.
Police confirmed the finger found by Hannes Gruber, 28, from Bischofsheim, had been handed over to forensic experts.
Gruber said: “It was a whole nut bar, and I bit a piece off and it did not come away straight away. When I looked there was a tip of a finger with fingernail pointing out the end. I was sick, I don’t think I will ever eat a chocolate bar again.”

"He found a fingertip, complete with fingernail, right in the middle of the bar,” said a police spokesman in the town of Mainz, close to Frankfurt. “I suppose it went unnoticed because there were nuts in the chocolate and it was hard to tell the difference,” the police spokesman said.

Feel sick Jenny? Hahaha!

Anyways, the other day in music, Cynthia, Amanda and I started getting really bored so we decided to dress Amanda as Harry Potter. Then people started wanting to take photos with Amanda because she was the cutest Harry Potter ever. So we hid in the back of the music room where all the keyboards are stored and took a bunch of pictures with our phone cameras. Here are some:
Amanda the Harry Potter! And that's her wand, her glasses and her cape. And Cynthia & Darlene.
Yupp, that's me, Darlene and Amanda hiding in the keyboard shelves. See the keyboards at the back? And we were holding instruments [guitar and cymbals?] so that we looked like we were doing something musical in case the teacher caught us. And yes, the quality's crap, but what did you expect? It is a phone camera after all.

Teachers

2007-09-22T12:55:00.001+10:00

I was brooding over the fact that I lack a life and have become anti-social, so I was digging deep into my head to discover the cause of this, and I realise that it's because of school. I remember in primary school, I used to be a lively little kid, who had a life, but somewhere in the last three years of high school, I've become a zombie. I wake up every morning with nothing to look forward to, I go to school, I go home and do homework, then I go to sleep. I have no life.

It's not school specifically. It's the fact that I'm always waist-deep in homework. And it's the teacher's fault for giving us so much. And no, it's not all teachers. It's just the ones that are employed at SHS. I don't see people from other schools being swamped in homework. I know kids from Canley Vale who have heaps of spare time. So much time that they have to find a way to make it pass more quickly, using mediums such as Warcraft and Dota. And me? I barely have enough time to eat and sleep. I guess it's because of the amount of time I waste procrastinating and avoiding homework. But it's the homework which causes me to procrastinate. If I didn't have homework, I wouldn't waste so much time on the computer, trying to avoid homework. And if I stopped procrastinating on the Internet, I would actually have a life.

But it's not just the fact that teachers give us homework all the time, they have to give it at irregular intervals. And coincidentally, all at the same time. One week, I might have five assignments due. I spend all my time in this week trying to finish all the assignments with some decency. Plus, there also seems to be a million things distracting me on the computer. So in those types of weeks, I'm always super busy. And then in the following week, I find myself completely... empty. There is absolutely nothing to do. No school work, which means I don't need to avoid work, and so I don't need to procrastinate, so I don't seem to be able to find anything to do. Why can't teachers give out assignments and homework... at an even pace? Why can't they all have meetings so they don't make all the assignments due at once?

I'm not talking about any teachers specifically. No, it's teachers in general. I guess it's not the teachers' fault. They're just doing their job. I blame the government.

Accident Prone Much? + SOPHIE'S BACK!

2007-09-18T20:36:00.000+10:00

I hurt everywhere. Literally. Totally NOT my fault. It's just been one of those days where I keep hurting myself. I think blogging in point form would be faster so I'll do so:

Jenny Nguyen and I were waiting in front of CVHS in the morning, waiting for Jenny Lam to come pick us up, and we got bored so we took out my NEW! WALKMAN! PHONE! and listened to the 'Horny Song'. It's hilarious. Every time I hear it, I can't help but start laughing my head off. I think everyone's heard it. It's kind of old. Like from the 90's.
Played oz-tag in PE. It's so funny and... makes you feel stupid. But it's way funner than volleyball. It took me like half the lesson to figure out who was in my team, and get the hang of the rules. And I happened to get the ball and was ambushed by the other team [=.="]. I ran into a bunch of people and now I ache everywhere.
I coloured an eye for Jenny Lam. Everyone was arguing over how to draw the eyelashes.
Had a fainting fit as I was entering a classroom for Commerce. I suddenly felt all woozy and stumbled into a bunch of tables and chairs. And Jenny Lam was too busy over her English homework to offer me some help.
Drew a tulip for Amanda in Commerce, which she insisted was a rose. It was dripping blood. It had something to do with... the world being not what it seems.
English: had Ms Kristovskis. I think that's how it's spelt. I made paper cranes for Jenny Nguyen which she SMUSHED!
I was late for my bus to Deverall Park to play netball and there were no spaces to sit so my whole netball team had to stand up for the whole really hilly bus trip. And the bus driver can't drive properly. He keeps braking when there is no need to. Causing Jenny Lam to topple into me, making me topple over onto the person in front of me, and so on. It's like being a human domino. Some guy offered me a seat on his lap. I think I'd rather stand up.
My netball team found ourselves in the semifinals. We were versing Cheso. They're scary. And violent. And aggro. Their WA tripped me over. And I saw a bunch of other people falling over as well. We lost terribly. But it's not like it wasn't expected.
Came home to find out that SOPHIE'S BACK!!! She supposedly went to some place in Sydney for 6 days so she can walk on burning hot coal so she can win a holiday in Hawaii where she will study. *raises eyebrows* I don't get it either.

But SOPHIE'S BACK! I think I'm the only one who's actually kind of happy that she's back. Everyone else is ready to murder her. Because she left various people alone in detention or alone in group assignments.

Stick-It Notes are Evil

2007-09-14T21:28:00.000+10:00

Okay, the Stick-It notes thing is not really relevant to anything I say on this blog. But it has some importance. Only at the end of this blog. Which summarises the past two days which I have found immensely... strange. Lets begin with yesterday:
History: We were due to do this debate. Topic: 'Australia shouldn't have attended WW1'. And we were the negative team. I was so sure, like positive that the affirmative would win. They were like... way smarter. As the debate was starting, I somehow found myself as the speech-writer-thinker-person. I am in no way suited for this because my writing is barely legible. But somehow, we won the debate.
Recess: Can't remember it.
English: Completely pointless, can't remember a thing we did.
Science: We had a sub. I didn't understand a single word he spoke.
Lunch: We moved away from our normal front oval spot for reasons I can't mention, for Jenny Nguyen's benefit. But it's only temporarily. Only until next term. So we had no idea where we should sit. We sort of wondered around with no point, until Jenny Lam and Sophie remembered that they had English detention. The rest of us decided to join them. So we went up and Mr Atkinson let us join them, but as soon as I realised that I wasn't meant to be eating, I left. What a shame. But that cheese popcorn was really nice.
Music: Total bludge- I sat there for 30 minutes waiting for the piano to be vacated, then for my... performance group to plug in their guitars and stuff. By the time we were finished, there was 30 minutes of the lesson left. And we played 'Predictable' by Delta Goodrem a million times. And now, whenever I hear the song, I feel like throwing up.
After school, I went to Jenny Nguyen's house, and we talked, on and on for about half an hour whilst she was cooking. We talked about all things inappropriate that shouldn't be said so carelessly, and as I was leaving the house, I realised how dead-silent her house was. Which brought me to my next realisation that everybody in her house [okay, it was just her brother, but still!] would've heard our conversation. I guess the situations not so bad until you know what we talked about. But those topics aren't suitable to be blogged right here for the whole world to read. So lets leave it at that.
Then I went home and soon realised my History textbook was MISSING! ''

Moving on to today now... Sophie didn't show up today. Every lesson was really un-interesting. Nothing worth blogging about. I just went around hunting for my History textbook [yes, I eventually found it, I left it in the History classroom]. Nothing happened much. Tina Read visited us at lunch. We talked about chocolate and snow and wetting ourselves.

I went home and Jenny Nguyen has discovered that Sophie has went on a mini-holiday to some unknown destination overseas. She didn't say goodbye. She didn't even give us any... warning. Her mum told Jenny Nguyen, who told us. Apparently, she might be back next week. Might. Since when could people leave that abruptly to go overseas. Perhaps it was a major emergency. But her mum didn't go. So what could it be?

As was pondering upon these thoughts, I remembered I had a stack of homework to do. So I decided not to make myself forget. So I reached over to my pile of Stick-It notes, when it attacked my finger! Now I have this gigantic paper cut on my fourth finger on my left hand. I will never look at a Stick-It note the same ever again.

As you have probably noticed, this blog entry has had absolutely no point in it so far. So I will make a point. The moral to learn from this blog entry, is that STICK-IT NOTES ARE EVIL. They will try to hurt you when you are doing a completely innocent thing, such as trying to remind yourself that you have homework. Damn you, Stick-It notes!

A Blog Entry Dedicated to Jenny Lam

2007-09-02T23:41:00.000+10:00

Jenny Lam lives for my blog entries. Each morning when she wakes up, she knows there's something to live for, because I will faithfully return to my blog and write an entry, just for her. She depends on my blogs as the only source of laughter. She needs my blogs so that she can escape her early-life crisis [no idea what this is. I think it's like a mid-life crisis but occurs at an earlier age. It apparently has to do with not being able to decide what drama to watch next]. So what is there to write in a blog entry dedicated to Jenny Lam? Wells... seeing as she didn't write her 'about me' properly in her own blog, I think I will write one for her RIGHT HERE.

She likes getting high in Commerce. Mr Kunjittytitty doesn't care if you go high. Everyone in the class gets high and I think he's used to it.
She expresses a love for modern art. At camp, she would stack all the disgusting leftover food high on her plate into a modern-art-food-sculpture. She also likes using dark black felt tip pen to grafitti modern art onto anything and everything in Commerce.
She and I like to do our Maths work as fast as possible to make it possible to turn around and annoy those poor people behind us who haven't finished.
She goes funny when she's PMSed. She screams at everyone and everything and argues with no logic. And is pissed at everything. But then I guess her reaction to PMS is better than Jenny N [she thinks she's pregnant when she gets cramps], or me [I want to start crying over absolutely nothing, then get urges to run to the park to yell my head off].
She gets scared when people blog about her [a la this blog].
She hates [with passion] everything to do with anime and manga.
She plans to get a Volkswagen Beetle [as I do]
She does not know what she want. Ever. She supposedly has 'an idea' but cannot see it in her mind, or describe it in anyway at all, so when she gets her ideas, I have to basically figure out what her idea is. Which is kind of like figuring the idea out myself. Only she gets the credit. Because it's not her fault she doesn't seem to be able to grasp what her idea is.
Apart from my blogs, she lives for dramas. She watches them day and night, and night and day. Everything in her life revolves around dramas.
When she doesn't accept something, she will refuse to accept it, even when it is proven to her. She is very very stubborn.
She tries to be literate by adding capitals letters to the beginning of every sentence and a full stop at the end of one, but then, so do I.
She has a very loud and high-pitched scream. Which she uses everytime someone touches her, or makes a loud noise around her, or when something moves unexpectedly, and also for no reason.
She's a chocoholic. If you want her to do something, chuck chocolate in with the deal and she'll do it, I guarantee it.

And I think I'll stop there. That's thirteen facts about Jenny Lam you probably didn't know. Thirteen is my lucky number, so I think thirteen's enough.

*Toasts* Cheers, to bitching about Jenny Lam on a blog [XD]. I'm quite sure she doesn't mind what I have to say about her.

Five Things I Discovered Recently

2007-09-01T20:07:00.000+10:00

Looking back on this week I discovered that I have learnt a lot. A lot that I should have discovered a long time ago but was too slow to discover. It goes as follows:

Jenny Nguyen needs speaking lessons. Okay, maybe not speaking lessons because it's not like she has a lisp of anything, more like pronunciation problems. Edward Cullen is currently the biggest thing in school these days. He's an extremingly hot vampire character in Stephanie Meyer's series. Her first book is 'Twilight', and Jenny speaks of this book constantly, which wouldn't be is so bad except Jenny doesn't pronounce the 'twi-' bit like as if it rhymes with 'try' but as if it rhymes with 'tree'.
After you dye parts of your hair red, everyone seems to want to touch it. And you get comments such as 'Can I pull your hair out?' or 'Can I have one of your hairs?' and so on. I also learnt that red hair dye seems to fade very quickly. Just last week, it was SCARLET. Now, its sort of a tomato-ey red. It will soon return to the blonde state in which I bleached my black hair to. I don't think I want to be blonde.
Oishi Japanese Green Tea does not, in fact, come from Japan. I find this highly... disturbing. The bottle says Japanese Green Tea!! And it actually comes from THAILAND! For months, I've been drinking this Japanese Green Tea, thinking it came from Japan, when in fact, it comes from THAILAND!! I don't have anything against tea being made in Thailand, it's just... it's sad to know that I've been thinking that I've been drinking JAPANESE Green Tea when it is actually not Japanese. But from Thailand.
I never knew that public toilets had blue lights so that people couldn't inject themselves with drugs because they can't see they're veins in blue light. I never knew this until my cousins [who I might add are younger than me. As in they're like...eight?] mentioned it casually in a conversation amongst themselves and I happened to be eavesdropping on because I'm a sad person who has nothing better to do than eavesdrop into little kid's conversations.
In the past, opening a Chuppa Chup required at least five minutes for me to open. I would twist the paper this way, then that way, then eventually get so frustrated that I'd cut the wrapper open with a knife. And this morning after my Vietnamese school teacher handed my cousin a Chuppa Chup and she pulled the little red corner on the wrapper of the Chuppa Chup which caused the wrapper to fall of within 5 seconds, I felt that I have wasted a lot of time in my life, trying to open Chuppa Chups.

The Insignificance of Today

2007-08-29T18:38:00.001+10:00

I'm not usually one to post about my day on a blog, but today's events just screamed at me to have it blogged. So here I am, blogging about my day. Now how did it start again...? I woke up to a warm sunny day. Even though it isn't officially Spring yet, it feels like Summer, meaning no more shivering to death, no more being eaten alive by mosquitoes, no more heaters that make your skin dry, no more not being able to wake up in the morning, and no more hot showers that wreck your hair. But then it means sweating to death, being eaten alive by flies, air conditioners that make your skin dry and stocking up on the deodorant, but I think its worth it. Summer has this feeling to it that makes me happy. But that's besides the point, back to my day...

Maths was the usual, Jenny Lam and I get through the work at super fast speed, then turn around to Jenny Nguyen and Jenny Guo behind us and annoy them. Then there was Science, which was again, the usual. Just staring at the clock right in front of me, counting the seconds until the period ends. And then there was Commerce. Ida came up with the idea that we should make a company. Ida, Jenny Lam and I, are to start a chocolate money from home. We need the capital- a $70 fee to buy the starting equipment. For some reason, this whole starting a business is a bit overwhelming to me. Not just the capital though. I often worry about my future. I live for my future. I plan to graduate from school, attend the UTS and get a degree in design. Some sort of design, I'm not sure what, but I want to design things. After i finish about 6 years in uni, I would get employed in some firm, get rich and buy a humongous house. But this whole chocolate company thing has me... concerned. I've never imagined my future to be in chocolate. NEVER. Not once. And thinking about it makes me scared, because...well... I have to invest in something I can't see. I have no idea where it's going, how I'm getting the money and when I'm going to get the money I invested back. I guess it's because I'm one of those people who like to know exactly what's happening. I like to be organised and planned and when I don't know what's about to happen... I get this unsettling feeling. I don't know whether to join this... whole... chocolate thing or not. *SIGHS*

Anywhos, lunch was next. It amazes me the amount of friends Sophie can make. She turns a corner and someone would wave at her and go 'Hey Sophie!'. I think she goes to random people on the street and makes friends with them. Sophie somehow meet this guy named Odie. I think that's how it's spelt. It's pronounces OH-DEE. or ODD-Y. I'm not really sure. He's a senior in our school and he supposedly knows Sophie. At lunch, Odie was hanging across the oval from us. Jenny Lam kept yelling 'ODIE!!' and he would turn around in our direction, and because Sophie didn't want him to be embarrassed by turning around to nothing, she started jumping around and waving. A few seconds later, Jenny would yell 'ODIE!' again and Sophie would start waving. This happened for about 10 times when Sophie was feeling very pissed and the rest of us were clutching out sides laughing. Sophie got her revenge by dragging Jenny Lam over to Odie to introduce her. It turns out Odie's name isn't Odie. Its something else, but I cant remember it.

Anyways, after lunch was English. It was pretty pointless. The whole day was pointless. I just felt that I needed to blog this. That's all.

If We Could Shrink the World

2007-08-26T16:49:00.000+10:00

Earlier, Jenny Guo and I were trying to distract ourselves from the PE assignment that is due tomorrow, so Jenny found this 'If We Could Shrink the World' thing, and I find it really depressing. For those who can't be bothered clicking the page, I'll copy & paste it here:

If we could shrink the earth's population to a village of precisely 100 people, with all the existing human ratios remaining the same, it would look something like the following:
There would be:

57 Asians
21 Europeans
14 from the Western Hemisphere, both north and south
8 Africans
52 would be female
48 would be male
70 would be non-white
30 would be white
70 would be non-Christian
30 would be Christian
89 would be heterosexual
11 would be homosexual
6 people would possess 59% of the entire world's wealth and all 6 would be from the United States.
80 would live in substandard housing
70 would be unable to read
50 would suffer from malnutrition
1 would be near death; 1 would be near birth
1 would have a college education
1 would own a computer

I find the last two groups particularly depressing. 6 people from the US would possess 59% of the entire world's wealth. What a depressing thought. Why can't the world share? 70% of the world can't read and 50% of the world suffer malnutrition, yet there are all these rich people in the US who are so wealthy.

In one of Bazaar's issues [the May, 2007 issue I think?], I read that the fashion designers in the US hire underfed girls from third world countries because they are skinny and would work for much less money, so that the fashion industries can promote they're clothing and make millions. That's just really distressing.

What the hell is wrong with the world?

Oh wells, there's not much a little person like me can do about it at the moment, but when I become rich, you bet I will do something. But in the meantime, go here [another one of Jenny's distractions] for a laugh: The Toilet. No it isn't the picture I'm laughing at, it's the summary. For those who are, once again, too lazy to click it, it says "a toilet, the one I and my family have done a poo in countless times".