| Like, youthful innocence for example. I started organising my table contents today, since y'know, organised work table = organised work life. Duh. The cleaning up took longer than expected as I delved into the forgotten realm of my younger years (I'm talkin' primary to teenybopper Year 8 years). I was happy and sad at the same time; happy because I've rediscovered these documents and sad because it's collected dust from the past. I also uncovered some pretty 'hectic' primary school photos:

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Back to my desk clearing, as I rummaged through the past, I took particular interest in my academic progress over the years. I sure was a bright student from the very beginning (in all modesty). My average was an A and my lowest was C (for stupid Agriculture. What. The. Yeah, I used to go Hoxton, we had a farm at the back. We sophisticated!)

I was a total nerd in Year 8, esp. in English. One day we had to write a mini essay based on the phrase "How I Chose To Live My Life":

'The Lord is my Shepard, I shall not be in want. He makes me lie down in green pastures, He leads me beside quiet waters, He restores my soul. He guides me in paths of righteousness for His name's sake. Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for You are with me; Your rod and staff comfort me. You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies. You anoint my head with oil; my cup overflows. Surely goodness and love will follow me all the days of my life and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever.'

- Psalm 23:1-6

Christianity. My religious belief. Ever since I left my mum's womb on the 29th of April, I was a Christian. I believed in my Saviour, my spiritual Father, Lord Jesus Christ. Yes everyone had their beliefs: Buddha, Virgin Mary, Jesus, Santa Claus, leprechauns yadda yadda. Not necessarily all religious, but something to look up to, to look forward to. Santa equals to Christmas and the Easter Bunny equals to, well, Easter. My point is, Christianity shapes my life. If not for Jesus, us Christians believe that without His resurrection we all would've died in our sin. But not everyone is Christian, so not everyone will believe this. But I do.

Being Christian lets me have a reason to have faith in something that I cannot see, that I cannot hear. Being Christian gave me my many church friends. Being Christian opened my eyes to the greater good. I know the 10 commandments are there to follow and that the Bible is there to inspire. I know that I should love thy neighbour, that I should love my enemies, as I love myself. I know prayer is love through words to God. By knowing this, I know that bring good is way better than being bad in the long run.

People think that being religious is a disadvantage in your social records because if you're 'Christian', you automatically 'have to go to Church'. But I consider it as a privilege. It makes you feel good to sing songs of praise. People look up to you when you let loose and sing your heart out. (It's a sign of faith.) It makes you feel good when you are baptised. You feel clean and you feel ready to depend on God. You are cleansed.

God's words inspire me. They make me want to say and do something to make someones day. Sometimes when I'm down in the dumps, I think of what God would do. I've experienced many challenges in life, but God helps me out. I might not have hard proof of what God has done for me but it's nice to think of all the wondrous things He's done in my life.

I've experienced this one time when ______________. I saw it with my own eyes. With the help of my Pastor and his wife, they comforted my family through the words of God. ________________________. When I look back, I thank God that my family hasn't fallen apart like in those sad movies. My mum says she'll never leave my dad for anything. She thinks that her children will grow up screwed. Nice one, mum. I do admit that my family has the occasional biff but we get over it.

As Forest Gump goes, 'Life is a box of chocolates. You never know what's inside it' (or something similar). I agree. You never know what's around the next corner. At least I know God will be there for me with every step I take.

Yeah, total noobage. Who the heck uses 'yadda yadda' & 'way better' in an essay??!?!?! And who the heck forgets that Forest Gump line? There are many things I was too young to know better of. Like, those blank lines for example. I disclosed something very private in that essay (and yes, this essay was read out loud, by yours truly). Those were the days when you would tell the bigmouth your innermost secret because you thought your trust would change the size of their mouth (so to speak). Secondly, I don't consider myself 'religious'. To me, that is showcasing that you have a religious belief and that you think it makes you better than everyone else. Well, I say 'nay' to that sort of mentality. No one is ever better than anyone else. I truly believe that we are all equal - we all bleed red.

I have so much more to tell you guys about (i.e. more documents!) Ha, I embarrass myself! Til next time! ;)

You know you love me,
xoxo

Labels: Boys, God, School, Self-Identity

| Mood: Tired/ stressed/ crazy/ content
Music: 103.2 FM


Lovely song to listen to whilst hunching over in the computer seat, hoping your feet won't be swollen forever after 4.5 hours of chaotic shopping on a Thursday night.

Oh, but it definitely is Happy Hour right now :D Steen and I spotted Total Hottie in Woolworths twice before lining up for refreshments at Mac-donkey to end a tiring shopping spree. I was a customer behind from Steen, and when she turned around to face me after her purchase, she told me to 'look behind you (!!!)' in a hushed tone. I swung around like a blind bat and saw nothing of particular interest. She told me to try looking behind the person behind me and there he was!!! 'Total hottie'!!!!! I, being the ever so subtle character that I am, squealed and faced back to the front sharply. *Phew* Close call. I bought a frozen Coke then left the line, sad that I was a customer away from Total Hottie. I reluctantly dragged my feet across the food court then decided to turn around for one last look and ..he was looking back at me. *Faints!* I screamed then pushed my trolley full of party supplies towards the entrance of Liverpool Westfields. Steen laughed then looked back at him and screamed also. He was still looking!!! We lingered metres away from the entrance, hoping to sneak more peeks at himw ithout him noticing. Ahhhh!

Haha, I was calling it "Happy Hour" because at Little Hong Kong (asian food joint) has 'Happy Hour' around 4-5pm where all the food is like, $2-3 per take away box. Now it's been 2 hours after that incident and it's still Happy Hour! He was soooo stalking us. It's like, fate. Seeing him unintentionally isn't good enough for you? How about seeing the number plate 'BBY 467' while talking about him? EH? Enough destiny for you?

Lesson learnt: The more you want something (a la boypren), the less likely it will come. Therefore, the act of 'letting go' of petty needs somehow draws them to you. Unneccessarily, but conveniently :) I.e. after feeling battered and lethargic, seeing Total Hotties is literally a sight for sore eyes and a sensation for sore everything!

Labels: Boys, Music

| Tired and unmotivated. Biking a lot but not homeworking. Staying up unorthodox hours doing assessment tasks. Sleeping at 5am, waking at 7am. Stressing stressing stressing. Yesss, I finished my work (!) School, lol with friends. Cute guys at Mock Trials, which my school lost (it was close!). OH WELL, THEY WERE CUTE. WE WON ANYWAYS! *Swoons*

Incredible highs, incredible lows. Perhaps I'm bi-polar.

After I rode my bike for an hour (bumped into Thanh, Phillip and Bona somehow), I slumped on the couch and reluctantly munched on stir fried vegetables. I'm getting too lazy to eat. Weird how I've got the energy to bike but not to move my teeth up and down. Showered, then felt an urge to google up Pride & Prejudice. Read the full synopsis of Pride & Prejudice today (2005 version with Keira Knightly). No, did not make me feel better. Does Mr Darcy even exist? Gosh. He's like Santa or something. YouTubed Devon. Watched 'La Choy'. Was seriously fascinated by a 1:39 min vid of some guy making noodles with those Kanye West glasses on. Favourited the vid and subscribed to his channel.



Again, didn't even look at homework. Watched Legally Blonde 2 instead.

"Well I’ll tell you, it’s about something that’s bigger than me or any single act of legislation. This is about a matter that should be at the highest importance to every American. My hair.

You see, there’s this salon in Beverly Hills. It’s really fancy and beautiful but it’s impossible to get an appoinment there. I mean, unless you’re Julia Roberts or one of the girls from 'Friends' you can just forget it. But one day, they called me - they had an opening. So I was finally going to get the chance to sit in one of those sacred beauty chairs. I was so excited. Then the colourist gave me Brassy Briggite instead of Harlow Honey. The shampoo girl washed my hair with spiral perm solution instead of color intensive moisturizing conditioning shampoo. Finally the stylist... gave me a bob. With bangs.

Suffice to say it was just wrong, all wrong, for me you know? First I was angry and then I realized my anger was completely misdirected. I mean this wasn’t the salon’s fault. I had sat there and witnessed this injustice and I had just let it happen. I didn’t get involved in the process. I forgot to use my voice. I forgot to believe in yself but now I know better. I know that one honest voice can be louder than a crowd. I know that if we lose our voice or let those who speak on our behalf, compromise our voice than this country, this country is in for a really bad haircut. So speak up America , speak up." - Elle Woods

Wowzer. That speech is totally right up there with Martin Luther King's. No sarcasm (!) Okay, I was sarcastic. But she's got a point. Speak up stalkers.

Ooh, it's 11:11! *Closes eyes, makes wish/ thinks of someone/ complies to whatever 11:11 means* Yeah, wishing is tiresome.

You, Guy Fawkes, know you love me,
xoxo. (Refer to tagboard)


iTunes playlist: Bubbly by Colbie Caillat; Recovery by New Buffalo; Boring by The Pierces

Labels: Boys, Health, Quotes, Whinge

| Yesssssssssssss. I finished that report I was whinging about. Like, today o__o I totally didn't do anything yesterday, had no motivation! So when I finished, I was pretty pleased. I was going to post it up for you stalkers to read but I decided not to. (I gotta get my marks back before its safe to post!) It only took me 2 hours to do after finding motivation from thin air (at 9am in the morning). I stayed home like a sucker, pulled a really bad fake sickie.

Me: *Grabs stomach* Owwwww... I have a stomach acheeee.
Dad: *Looks back to my brother in his sports uniform* Okay, I get it. You don't want to run the Cross Country today.
Me: Uh.. yeah. That.

I bludged until 9am then had that motivation spark and finished at 11am. Told my dad to hand it in to the office for me (yeah, yeah, that assessment manual said NOT to do that). I sure hope he didn't act Asian and just leave it on the counter.

Not only did I manage to do a 6 week report in 2 hours, I cleaned my room (and the whole entire house for that matter), done other chores then decided to go bike riding.

Bike riding is soooo in ;) (Says who? Says me!)

I biked for an incredible 1 hour and took the bike trail near my house. At that time I totally forgot that it was the same trail my schools Cross Country was running! Silly me went bike riding the day the school had Cross Country at the hottest hour of the day. Freaking 2pm.

On top of that, the year that was running at that time was my year. So all these people in my grade saw me bike riding. I hope they think bike riding is cool. No wait, I hope not. The dorkier the situation, the more Michael Cera I become.


He is so adorkable. He's the epitome of awkward situations. This is shamelessly ripped off from Girlfriend magazine but its a really good example of a Michael Cera situation: Seeing someone you know a few metres away, making eye contact, looking down, not knowing whether or not you know them well enough to wave Hello. So you don't.

Oh and, I don't buy Girlfriend. My friend does 8-)

Whenever I ride my bike, I listen to this rad radio station FBI, 94.5FM. It's an independent Sydney-based station and has the best music evurrrr. I don't really have the time to sit down with my pen and paper out to note songs and stuff, but today on the way home I was listening to this song. The lyrics totally grabbed me. It was Moving To New York by The Wombats:

I've just had the craziest week
Like a party bag of lies, booze and then deceit
And I don't know why I want to voice this out loud
It's therapeutic somehow

So like, I've heard of The Wombats but I didn't really take notice of them. The first song I heard from them was Kill The Director. That song is fantastic also but the beat of the song turned me off the first listen. I don't know why because now that I listen to it, I think it's quite catchy. Esp. the Bridget Jones part. The lyrics are cute and relate-able.

I've met someone that makes me feel seasick
Oh what a skill to have
Oh what a skill to have

The lead singer sounds a bit like Kele Okereke of Bloc Party. Both songs are worth listening to and over analysing so check em outttt!

*Clears throat* So it's come to my attention that some people don't like my blog. (Refer to poll on side bar). Why not? Actually, why didn't you guys leave a comment or something so I at least know why my blog isn't your 'thang'. I'm not saying I'll change my blog just to suit your needs but like.. yeah. I totally asked for it, didn't I? By putting that poll up. Oh, wretched me.

Hmm, my face is red like a tomato. Sunscreen does not do me justice!!!! And I'm not really a hat person =/ Even though I keep saying how much I want the school's latest uniform addition, the bucket hat. Ha. It's just cute, okay? Like, dorky cute. Like Michael Cera cute. Like [insert stalkees name] cute - the one who carries around Christmas shopping bags. Oh, have I told you that he's got another one? It's a pretty blue colour :) He's so fashionable.



What was I on about? I need to chill to LazyTown~!~!~! (ABC1, 4:10pm weekdays).

(LOL! Is that guy for-realzzzzz? You gotta watch it, the guy is so plastic. In both senses too. He's the evil guy in the show. Gosh, his face is evil!)


You know you love me,
xoxo

iTunes playlist: Kill The Director by The Wombats; Moving To New York by The Wombats; Kissing Song by Dawn Landes; No Party by New Buffalo

Labels: Boys, Health, Music, School

| FYI: I was watching The Day After Tomorrow during stormy weather last night.

Freaky? No- freaking cool!

For all those who haven't seen it (freaks!!!), it's a pretty cool movie with flippin' special effects. It is amazing to watch but also creepy cos it shows what the world would be like if we all keep polluting at the rate we are now. A highly recommended watch.

P.S> there's Jake Gyllenhaal!!!!!!!!!

Oh, Jake - you are too cute!!!!




iTunes playlist: Hawaii by Meiko; Clowns by Goldfrapp; You Picked me by A Fine Frenzy; Three Wishes by The Pierces

You know you love me,
xoxo

Labels: Boys