| So, I've been M.I.A for gosh knows how long but here's a neat vid. to explain what happened:



It's basically my life story. (At least for the past few months i.e. ever since I started this blog.)

I don't know what's gotten into me, I seriously don't feel like 'doing'. I just feel like 'being'. I haven't even written in my diary for a month. Tragic. I like to keep a diary because it's fun to read and reflect upon years later. That's kinda the same reason why I started a blog too. Only this web 'diary' isn't as personal since it's open for everyone to see. I wanted to document my thoughts and memories because I'll be able to tell how much I've grown/ changed/ matured - whatever.

What have I been up to? How am I feeling? What's happening to me? I wouldn't say I'm having a 'rough' time at the moment but it's definitely not something I want to get used to. But I'm glad to say that I've been more active lately, jumping around for some reason and started to write in my diary again :)

I had a weird dream yesterday. They say once your dreams are decoded, they reveal your subconscious thoughts, your deepest desires or your memories. How about your nightmares?

I'm at school (but the classroom setting was totally foreign to me. Never been in a class like it.) and we had to get out the newspapers to update ourselves on the world around us (by 'us' I mean my friends, but I've never even seen these people in real life before. I think.) The front page news was about a psychopath (who appears from oblivion), apparently having a list of people to kill and that I was on top of the list. I didn't know why I was on the list yet I was horrified and became very paranoid of windows, fearing the possibility of getting shot by the psychopath once he saw me. Throughout my dream, I'm ducking under windows, passing out and running. I was absolutely terrified 24/7. There was no resolution. I don't know how the nightmare ended. I just somehow switched to a different setting with a different atmosphere, hence another dream. Its strange how I only recall my nightmares, not my dreams.

My interpretation of that nightmare is that I'm afraid of something but I know it's something I can't avoid, it's inevitable. A problem, an issue. I don't know why it's happening but maybe that's why I'm so afraid. There's no resolution because I haven't tackled the problem yet. Hope I build a bridge soon or I'll be having nightmares for a while.

I should probably fill you stalkers in with what I've been doing all this time. So last time I blogged was 9th of April, during last week of school. I attended school the whole week, yes, including the Friday. All I remember from that week was the 'Yes' paper incident and that darned English listening exam I had on the Friday. It was the most discussed topic of the day.

That Saturday was Stephany's 16th party. It was a blassssssssssst darling, hope you read this. I want a fondue set for my birthday :) Or a karaoke machine. Oh and her cake was awesome, there was a picture of this busty blonde chick on her typical asian fruit cream cake.

Hot.

My group, L3 - Luscious Little Ladies, got her the traditional collage-of-photos-in-a-frame, a black quilted Lonsdale bag, a Bardot dress, Message In A Bottle (a movie based on a Nicholas Sparks novel of the same name), and a friendship quote book.

The birthday girl & I

The best L3 photo I could find.

My SYTYCD partner :)

The following week has been a total bludgeeeeeeeee and waste of my life! I done absolutely nothing on the first 2 days of my school holidays! It felt okay at the time but in retrospect I realise I could have used those 48 hours to study!

On Wednesday Aly, Helen, Ook and Robo decided to crash over my house for fun. We watched The Amityville Horror for the first 2 hours then laughed at my seriously embarrassingly asian dad the hour after. If 'embarrassing' were a noun, it would be my father. He decided to 'test' out my totally rusty karaoke machine by SINGING lame 90's music as he basked in the laughter of my tween friends. He must have confused it for approval or something. We decided to do some karaoke-ing of our own then had a sweet little d&m. It was mainly my life since everyone else refused to talk and I refused to not talk. It worked out well. The boys went home early because they're mummy's boys but the girls stayed to chat a while longer.

Helen, Robert, Jenny & Ook

Doesn't Queen 'Lobo' look fab here?

Oh, I should explain the whole Queen Lobo title. It all began when my 'embarrassing' aka 'father' asked the tweens what song requests they had for karaoke. Since no one could think of anything my dad asked if Lobo would be okay. Robert was alllllll for it. Hence the Lobo title. We decided to chuck 'Queen' in since he looks ever so posh in the photo above. 'Twas a fun day :D

The next day I went over to Row's house to start practicing our jazz dance routine for CCNF Awards '08. I'm pretty happy with how far we got, 1:15 worth! :) We cracked up so much when we first tried dancing. We then got totally exhausted after hours of dance so Row cooked me egg. Yeahhhhhhhhh :) She wanted to scramble it but I told her it's way nicer if it's not. So she done some weird flippy thing to it. We then retreated to her room, armed with chocolate biscuits and french fries and had a nice d&m. I left her house with a great amount of respect and appreciation for all those dancers out there. They are so underrated! The ability to move your body to form a 'move' is a great achievement within itself. To loose all your inhibitions and just dance to the beat is such a beautiful act. Which I could not comprehend before trying to do so myself. Much admiration to all you dancers out there! When I got home I still felt like twirling around, so I did. Wish I was a ballerina. I ended up exercising for 2 hours. Boo yah. All you really need to keep going is that little bit of effort to begin with!

And today, I felt sick in the morning so I couldn't go over to Bryan's to practice the group dance for Monday :( I rested as much as I could during the day, which was easy enough to do. Aly and Helen came over around 5 to prepare for band prac. Aly asked me to do that Grecian braid across the crown of her head since she was feeling that pre-formal fever. She also pointe dout how I'm always wearing black to band prac but I said it that it just so happens to always be freezing cold on Friday nights!!

Sang my lungs out then got home at 9:30pm, Judy was watching Sleepless In Seattle. Oh how I love that movie. If you are a hopeless romantic, this is the movie 'that started it all'. You know what the tag-line is? What if someone you never met, someone you never saw, someone you never knew was the only someone for you? *Heart melts* I love Meg Ryan's character, she is so stalkerish. She hears some guy talking about how much he loves his recently deceased wife and suddenly she falls head over heels for him and travels from Baltimore to Seattle to find him. Very sweet with a dash of 'what the'. But it still satisfies my appetite.


You know you totally still love me,
xoxo.

Labels: Health, Outings, Wants, Whinge

| 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