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Mood: V. lazy
Music: Forever Young by Youth Group
I know I should be studying. I know I should be studying.I know I should be studying. I know I should be studying. I know I should be studying.I know I should be studying. I know I should be studying. I know I should be studying.I know I should be studying.
Butttttttt I'm totally not. It's the worst feeling because I skipped a surprise party for nothing! Well, that's not entirely true, it's just my fault that I'm not at my study table making v. important study notes for my upcoming half yearlies. I seriously thought that once I became a 'Senior' I would magically turn into a hardcore Asian student. I thought turning 16 would make me cram less. Well, that myths busted!
I shouldn't even be blogging but this new layout makes it way exciting to post stuff! (Thanks to Danny) There's some things I still gotta fix but overall, I'm quite proud to own such a spiffy blog.
This feels like such a waste of time. Blogging is so time consuming. Everything is so time consuming! Time is 'eaten' away (ha @ pun. Y'know, 'consume = 'eat') and before you know it, it's gone. The concept of 'time' was the #1 topic in the majority of my conversations. My friends and I have wondered where all our time has gone. We still clearly remember what it was like to be a Junior and not have much expected of us but now we're hit in the face with buttloads of tasks to complete. Everything is passing by so quickly and I don't like it one bit!
Soon enough, half yearlies will be so yesterday and I'll be off to the compulsory Year 11 camp, Crossroads. With activities such as mountain bike riding and rock climbing, Crossroads is the perfect way to unwind after a chaotic week of examination (!)
A lesson to take from my current whinge is to make the most of now: it will soon be gone.
I wanna be forever young
Saturday, May 24, 2008, 7:23 PM
One Sweet Love by Sara Bareilles
Wednesday, May 14, 2008, 7:25 PM
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I'm loving Sara Bareilles' album atm, many thanks to Vee for getting it for my birthday :) One Sweet Love is one of my favourite songs. Make sure you check out her album, 'Little Voice'. It's owrth a listen!
I'm supposed to be typing up a speech due on Friday for English Advanced. It's based on Change and I have to relate it to not only Othello but to 2 other texts. I'm majorly confused but I'll manage somehow. I'm ever so grateful my teachers have decided to make the students say it in front of both English Adv classes *rolls eyes*. No, really, a major upside is that there is now a 1 in 60 chance of getting chosen randomly from a hat!
[Returns back to post 2 hours later]
I feeeeeeeeeeel sooooooooooo lazy! oeueowsuhweouthoue
Just about the time the shadows call,
I undress my mind and dare you to follow.
Paint a portrait of my mystery,
only close my eyes and you are here with me.
A nameless face to think I see
to sit and watch the waves with me, til they're gone.
A heart I swear I'd recognize is made out of my own devices
...could I be wrong?
Time that I've taken, I pray it's not wasted.
Have I already tasted my piece of one sweet love?
Sleepless nights you creep inside of me,
paint your shadows on the breath that we share.
You take more than just my sanity--
you take myr eason not to care.
No ordinary wings I'll need--
the sky itself will carry me back to you.
The things I dream that I can do,
I'd open up the moon for you...
Just come down soon.
Time that I've taken..I pray it's not wasted.
Have I already tasted my piece of one sweet love....
Ready and waiting for a heart worth the breaking.
But I'd settle for an honest mistake in the name of one sweet love.
Weave your shadows in the breath that we share
Savor the sorrow to soften the pain,
sip on the southern rain, as I do,
I don't look, don't touch, don't do anything,
but hope that there is a you.
The earth that is the space between,
I'd banish it from under me, to get to you.
Your unexpected love provides my solitary suicide…
oh I wish I knew...
The time that I've taken,
I pray it's not wasted.
Have I already tasted my piece of one sweet love?
Ready and waiting
for a heart worth the breaking..
But I'd settle for an honest mistake in the name of one sweet love.
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I undress my mind and dare you to follow.
Paint a portrait of my mystery,
only close my eyes and you are here with me.
A nameless face to think I see
to sit and watch the waves with me, til they're gone.
A heart I swear I'd recognize is made out of my own devices
...could I be wrong?
Time that I've taken, I pray it's not wasted.
Have I already tasted my piece of one sweet love?
Sleepless nights you creep inside of me,
paint your shadows on the breath that we share.
You take more than just my sanity--
you take myr eason not to care.
No ordinary wings I'll need--
the sky itself will carry me back to you.
The things I dream that I can do,
I'd open up the moon for you...
Just come down soon.
Time that I've taken..I pray it's not wasted.
Have I already tasted my piece of one sweet love....
Ready and waiting for a heart worth the breaking.
But I'd settle for an honest mistake in the name of one sweet love.
Weave your shadows in the breath that we share
Savor the sorrow to soften the pain,
sip on the southern rain, as I do,
I don't look, don't touch, don't do anything,
but hope that there is a you.
The earth that is the space between,
I'd banish it from under me, to get to you.
Your unexpected love provides my solitary suicide…
oh I wish I knew...
The time that I've taken,
I pray it's not wasted.
Have I already tasted my piece of one sweet love?
Ready and waiting
for a heart worth the breaking..
But I'd settle for an honest mistake in the name of one sweet love.
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I'm loving Sara Bareilles' album atm, many thanks to Vee for getting it for my birthday :) One Sweet Love is one of my favourite songs. Make sure you check out her album, 'Little Voice'. It's owrth a listen!
I'm supposed to be typing up a speech due on Friday for English Advanced. It's based on Change and I have to relate it to not only Othello but to 2 other texts. I'm majorly confused but I'll manage somehow. I'm ever so grateful my teachers have decided to make the students say it in front of both English Adv classes *rolls eyes*. No, really, a major upside is that there is now a 1 in 60 chance of getting chosen randomly from a hat!
[Returns back to post 2 hours later]
I feeeeeeeeeeel sooooooooooo lazy! oeueowsuhweouthoue
Honeyyy, I'm home.
Saturday, April 19, 2008, 12:09 AM
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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.
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.
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.
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 :)
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.
You-had-to-be-there~!
Wednesday, April 9, 2008, 8:57 PM
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*Christine and Jenny walking to class via pathway that runs from the school's front gates. A truck has stopped near the gate to deliver cartons of 'Yes' branded paper.*
Christine: Is that paper?
Jenny: 'Yes'.
*Both girls crack up for several minutes*
Christine: Man, we gotta blog that.
Jenny: Omigawd, we haven't blogged in agesssssss.
Christine: Naw, but it was one of those 'you-had-to-be-there-moments'!
Jenny: Meh, I'm still going to blog it!
So I did. Hope you enjoyed that :)
Counting down the days, hours and seconds til the April holidayzzzzzzzzzz!~!!@!~! 2 days, 57 minutes and 35 seconds to be exact. Yes Yes Yes! Lots to do these holidays, other than study for half yearlies of course. Time to tidy up my bedroom, do some actual shopping, plan a 16th, attend other parties, attend CCNF awards '08..
WHICH REMINDS ME. NO, I DON'T THINK I CAN DANCE :"( After the ever so bright Vee suggested a So You Think You Can Dance performance for CCNF to carry out, I was included to even out the numbers of performers. I have to pose as a guy since CCNF are short on guys and well.. my initials are the same as J.D, that hip hop guy from SYTYCD. So Rowena got my name out of the 'barrel' aka plastic sleeve and we got Jazz for our genre. Rowena started mimicking Stephanie and Marko's routine which was danced to Untouched by The Veronicas. She done those weird kicking moves with her left leg. Then it occured to me that their genre was Jive. Which was why I laughed. I don't think she realised, but oh well. What was my point? Oh yes, I DON'T THINK I CAN DANCE. Theres going to be people watching too and goodness, video cameras!
I should be studying for a CAFS test but then I started straightening my hair then I read a bit from Jodi Piccoult's, 'Nineteen Minutes' then I watched a bit of House then I realised I have an attention span of a 5 year old. I don't feel like blogging anymore. I promise I'll come back. And fill you in on my party plans.
Ta,
xoxo
Christine: Is that paper?
Jenny: 'Yes'.
*Both girls crack up for several minutes*
Christine: Man, we gotta blog that.
Jenny: Omigawd, we haven't blogged in agesssssss.
Christine: Naw, but it was one of those 'you-had-to-be-there-moments'!
Jenny: Meh, I'm still going to blog it!
So I did. Hope you enjoyed that :)
Counting down the days, hours and seconds til the April holidayzzzzzzzzzz!~!!@!~! 2 days, 57 minutes and 35 seconds to be exact. Yes Yes Yes! Lots to do these holidays, other than study for half yearlies of course. Time to tidy up my bedroom, do some actual shopping, plan a 16th, attend other parties, attend CCNF awards '08..
WHICH REMINDS ME. NO, I DON'T THINK I CAN DANCE :"( After the ever so bright Vee suggested a So You Think You Can Dance performance for CCNF to carry out, I was included to even out the numbers of performers. I have to pose as a guy since CCNF are short on guys and well.. my initials are the same as J.D, that hip hop guy from SYTYCD. So Rowena got my name out of the 'barrel' aka plastic sleeve and we got Jazz for our genre. Rowena started mimicking Stephanie and Marko's routine which was danced to Untouched by The Veronicas. She done those weird kicking moves with her left leg. Then it occured to me that their genre was Jive. Which was why I laughed. I don't think she realised, but oh well. What was my point? Oh yes, I DON'T THINK I CAN DANCE. Theres going to be people watching too and goodness, video cameras!
I should be studying for a CAFS test but then I started straightening my hair then I read a bit from Jodi Piccoult's, 'Nineteen Minutes' then I watched a bit of House then I realised I have an attention span of a 5 year old. I don't feel like blogging anymore. I promise I'll come back. And fill you in on my party plans.
Ta,
xoxo
Just a 'heads up' so you know I'm still puffin' oxygen.
Thursday, March 27, 2008, 10:52 PM
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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.
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
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.
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."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
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
Tell Me Why..
Wednesday, March 19, 2008, 7:11 PM
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.. Why I'm so lazy? Gosh, procrastination to the max. I've got a 3 page report to do for CAFS and I'm not bothered to finish off the half that I started. It's due tomorrow and I've got less than 8 hours to accomplish 6 weeks worth of work.
Wish I was 30, flirty and thriving. Wish I was 30, flirty and thriving. Wish I was 30, flirty and thriving. Wish I was 30, flirty and thriving. Wish I was 30, flirty and thriving. Wish I was 30, flirty and thriving. Wish I was 30, flirty and thriving. Wish I was 30, flirty and thriving.
Oh, and as a continuation of my last post on wishes - yeah, I've got a wish in mind. BUT I'M SO NOT TELLING YOU! :s (P.S> It's got nothing to do with my age or school work!)
You know you still love me,
xoxo
Wish I was 30, flirty and thriving. Wish I was 30, flirty and thriving. Wish I was 30, flirty and thriving. Wish I was 30, flirty and thriving. Wish I was 30, flirty and thriving. Wish I was 30, flirty and thriving. Wish I was 30, flirty and thriving. Wish I was 30, flirty and thriving.
Oh, and as a continuation of my last post on wishes - yeah, I've got a wish in mind. BUT I'M SO NOT TELLING YOU! :s (P.S> It's got nothing to do with my age or school work!)
You know you still love me,
xoxo
Scarlet.
Sunday, March 16, 2008, 11:49 PM
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Yeah, I absolutely hate periods. Period. (Hope you made that connection with my blog title. Cos the majority of my blog titles are from songs and stuff, so.. ha.) Hope that explains my crazy mood swings as of late!
Spent half my day at church then the rest at Helen's. I helped her clean up her home and waited for Thuy & Aly to come over. We ate so much, we had food babies! And took sooo many photos, goodness. I'll upload after they upload.
I have a ridiculous amount of work to do :( Wish I was suddenly 30. (Thirty, flirty and thriving!)
But I'm tireddddddddddddd!@~!@~!!!~!!!!@#!@
Ugh.
Spent half my day at church then the rest at Helen's. I helped her clean up her home and waited for Thuy & Aly to come over. We ate so much, we had food babies! And took sooo many photos, goodness. I'll upload after they upload.
I have a ridiculous amount of work to do :( Wish I was suddenly 30. (Thirty, flirty and thriving!)
But I'm tireddddddddddddd!@~!@~!!!~!!!!@#!@
Ugh.
Labels: Whinge
PMSPMSPMSPMSPMSPMSSOKJSODSKJDKS
Saturday, March 15, 2008, 10:50 PM
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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
This is how I feel right at this moment.
That is all.
This is how I feel right at this moment.
That is all.
Labels: Whinge
Winners never quit and quitters never win.
Tuesday, March 11, 2008, 7:20 PM
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I hope you've been able to get by life without my usual dose of extra-ordinary-day rants for the past 3 days. I well and truly believe that I'm a sloth inside a 15 year old girl's body. Do sloths morph? Cos yeah, today I feel active. I went for a little jog in the park instead of tutor today. Oh yeah, I totally quit tutor - it's not my Tutor, it's me! (So cliche) Tutor just 'ain't my thang'.
I'm a quitter. I've quit tutor after a week, my first job after 3 weeks, guitar lessons after a few months, singing lessons after one lesson, my exercise regime after 3 days (it's on/off, really), my Year 11 study freak routine, the list goes on. I remember quitting Viet school after a year for I did not advance from the 1st grade.
Does that mean I have not set any goals to achieve, that I don't aim for anything? Course not! I'm just lazy. It's quite contradictory when I quit activities, claiming I have no time when all I do is laze around and like.. blog. Oh, but I can be pretty determined, just you wait. I shall blog about my super high UAI in 2 years time :) *Hyperventilatesssss*
Right now I'm supposed to make study notes for practically every subject since I have 238753483404 assessments and exams coming up in the next couple of weeks. Today I had a Legal Studies exam and this Friday I have an English task due. Next week I have another Legal Studies exam which is inconveniently set on the same day as my Biology excursion (which is another exam, held at a creek), so I have to do Legal the day before. The same week I have a CAFS assessment (4 page report) due on the same day as my school Cross Country.
Evidently Year 11 is going to be one of the best years of my life.
I was serious. I can tell that this year will be a defining year where I'm pushed to the limit and really discover how mentally strong I am. Hopefully I won't be one to turn to anti-depressants or inflicting physical injury. I feel that blogging is a fantastic release in itself. For those who don't know me enough (poor souls), I currently aim to be a psychologist! Perhaps I'll dabble in Journalism, I'm not sure yet. I'm keeping my options open for now.
School was extra ordinary today, as per usual. After my chaotic morning rush to school, my socks were slipping on my way to roll call. Now why did they introduce roll call? There's a roll marked at the beginning of every single period anyways. I believe it is a total waste of time and of life! *Dramatic faint* They could at least extend it an extra 10-15 minutes as to turn them into study periods in the morning or something.
My first subject was Modern History. We're up to the gory bits of The Reign Of Terror which occurred in France, 1793. Search it up, my dear stalkers! My teacher is fantastic, she really understands students and how we think (at 9am in the morning).
At recess I picked up a Bandage Bear box with Emmie, Vee & Khanh. They are sooo cute, I suggest you buy one, its for a great cause (Westmead Children's Hospital). There was a time when I wanted to be a doctor, or at least a nurse. I changed my mind after visiting my mum's friend one day. The hospital was cold and lifeless (ahh, no pun intended!). It was sterile yet icky. I told my mum how I felt about the atmosphere. She replied with, "People who work at hospitals have a heart of gold for they care so much for humans to work in such conditions." (Okay, so she said it in Viet but that was the jist of it.)
My Legal Studies test was after reccess. I was acting Miss-Know-It-All and full boasted how much I knew about Aboriginal Customary Law. The test began, I looked at the questions and thought, Goodness, I studied the wrong information. Yeah, I gotta practice humility or I will humiliate myself.
Legal was a triple so time totally dragged by. I was bored off my face until the bell rang for lunch. I was everywhere at lunch, I barely spend time with my group of friends anymore. I really miss them even though I see them every day at school. I was mainly in the library, collecting an interview I left for one of the librarians concerning my CAFS assignment. The lady was lovely, I admire her values and such. I wish to grow old, happy and content like her. Maybe I'll become a librarian when I'm 50 something.
At the end of lunch I left my Bandage Bear box with Emmie and Chris (I was supposed to take it home). I know, I know - total quitter.
Biology topped off my day at school. I was so clumsy during those three periods!!!!!! I somehow managed to break not only a slide but also a petri dish. Goshhh, one was enough! :( My teacher then re-assured me (a lot) by saying, 'Oh don't worry, it's just a petri dish!' She then told me to break something else because it was tradition in her family to do things in threes. I felt bad :s We mainly focused on cell organelles and drawing of onion cells. I'm not sure if Biology is my niche. I thought of Biology as study on mainly humans. I'm probably going to drop it this year.
I was lucky enough to catch my stalkee walking when the home bell went. I know I said I wouldn't stalk him anymore.. [Insert friend's name]: YOU DON'T EVEN LIKE HIM!!! Yeah, I just think he's really dorky and therefore cute. He carries around this wicked Christmas themed Woolies bag everyday (while wearing a backpack, mind you) and recently got this adorable hair cut where the sides of his head are like, almost shaved off. Hot. Oh and he can shuffle - backwards!!!!!!!!!!!!
I came home feeling XXTIRED and realised I had tutor. I went, Nah, tutor ain't for me. This isn't temporary, I'm just not suitable for tutor! Watched my daily dose of Arthur then decided to go for a jog. I really hope I don't quit jogging so I end up somewhat capable of Cross Country next week. After a long shower, I grabbed a bite to eat and basically lazed around. Felt an urge to play guitar after that, so I did. Perhaps I'll have lessons again. Perhaps. I also really want to learn how to play the harp. Coolio, yah? But harps are like, super expensive :s I'm def. making my children musical when I'm a mummy!
I grew tired of guitar so I hopped on the computer and have been blogging for quite some time now. I've totally abandoned my Facebook :o Must reply later. Does anyone still use MySpace anymore? It's sooo 2006!
So that was my day in a nutshell! :) Predictions for next few hours: Doing a bit of homework before 9 30pm - BURN NOTICE!!! I love that show, highly recommended watch! Then probably will be sleeping at an unhealthy 2am.
iTunes playlist: Division by Aly & Aj; Blue Light by Bloc Party; Hawaii by Meiko; Mad World by Gary Jules; Scarlet by Brooke Fraser (OMGSHHHH, I saw her on Sunday night when I was at a Hillsong live album recording @ Acer Arena. 'Twas smashing.)
You know you love me,
xoxo
I'm a quitter. I've quit tutor after a week, my first job after 3 weeks, guitar lessons after a few months, singing lessons after one lesson, my exercise regime after 3 days (it's on/off, really), my Year 11 study freak routine, the list goes on. I remember quitting Viet school after a year for I did not advance from the 1st grade.
Does that mean I have not set any goals to achieve, that I don't aim for anything? Course not! I'm just lazy. It's quite contradictory when I quit activities, claiming I have no time when all I do is laze around and like.. blog. Oh, but I can be pretty determined, just you wait. I shall blog about my super high UAI in 2 years time :) *Hyperventilatesssss*
Right now I'm supposed to make study notes for practically every subject since I have 238753483404 assessments and exams coming up in the next couple of weeks. Today I had a Legal Studies exam and this Friday I have an English task due. Next week I have another Legal Studies exam which is inconveniently set on the same day as my Biology excursion (which is another exam, held at a creek), so I have to do Legal the day before. The same week I have a CAFS assessment (4 page report) due on the same day as my school Cross Country.
Evidently Year 11 is going to be one of the best years of my life.
I was serious. I can tell that this year will be a defining year where I'm pushed to the limit and really discover how mentally strong I am. Hopefully I won't be one to turn to anti-depressants or inflicting physical injury. I feel that blogging is a fantastic release in itself. For those who don't know me enough (poor souls), I currently aim to be a psychologist! Perhaps I'll dabble in Journalism, I'm not sure yet. I'm keeping my options open for now.
School was extra ordinary today, as per usual. After my chaotic morning rush to school, my socks were slipping on my way to roll call. Now why did they introduce roll call? There's a roll marked at the beginning of every single period anyways. I believe it is a total waste of time and of life! *Dramatic faint* They could at least extend it an extra 10-15 minutes as to turn them into study periods in the morning or something.
My first subject was Modern History. We're up to the gory bits of The Reign Of Terror which occurred in France, 1793. Search it up, my dear stalkers! My teacher is fantastic, she really understands students and how we think (at 9am in the morning).
At recess I picked up a Bandage Bear box with Emmie, Vee & Khanh. They are sooo cute, I suggest you buy one, its for a great cause (Westmead Children's Hospital). There was a time when I wanted to be a doctor, or at least a nurse. I changed my mind after visiting my mum's friend one day. The hospital was cold and lifeless (ahh, no pun intended!). It was sterile yet icky. I told my mum how I felt about the atmosphere. She replied with, "People who work at hospitals have a heart of gold for they care so much for humans to work in such conditions." (Okay, so she said it in Viet but that was the jist of it.)
My Legal Studies test was after reccess. I was acting Miss-Know-It-All and full boasted how much I knew about Aboriginal Customary Law. The test began, I looked at the questions and thought, Goodness, I studied the wrong information. Yeah, I gotta practice humility or I will humiliate myself.
Legal was a triple so time totally dragged by. I was bored off my face until the bell rang for lunch. I was everywhere at lunch, I barely spend time with my group of friends anymore. I really miss them even though I see them every day at school. I was mainly in the library, collecting an interview I left for one of the librarians concerning my CAFS assignment. The lady was lovely, I admire her values and such. I wish to grow old, happy and content like her. Maybe I'll become a librarian when I'm 50 something.
At the end of lunch I left my Bandage Bear box with Emmie and Chris (I was supposed to take it home). I know, I know - total quitter.
Biology topped off my day at school. I was so clumsy during those three periods!!!!!! I somehow managed to break not only a slide but also a petri dish. Goshhh, one was enough! :( My teacher then re-assured me (a lot) by saying, 'Oh don't worry, it's just a petri dish!' She then told me to break something else because it was tradition in her family to do things in threes. I felt bad :s We mainly focused on cell organelles and drawing of onion cells. I'm not sure if Biology is my niche. I thought of Biology as study on mainly humans. I'm probably going to drop it this year.
I was lucky enough to catch my stalkee walking when the home bell went. I know I said I wouldn't stalk him anymore.. [Insert friend's name]: YOU DON'T EVEN LIKE HIM!!! Yeah, I just think he's really dorky and therefore cute. He carries around this wicked Christmas themed Woolies bag everyday (while wearing a backpack, mind you) and recently got this adorable hair cut where the sides of his head are like, almost shaved off. Hot. Oh and he can shuffle - backwards!!!!!!!!!!!!
I came home feeling XXTIRED and realised I had tutor. I went, Nah, tutor ain't for me. This isn't temporary, I'm just not suitable for tutor! Watched my daily dose of Arthur then decided to go for a jog. I really hope I don't quit jogging so I end up somewhat capable of Cross Country next week. After a long shower, I grabbed a bite to eat and basically lazed around. Felt an urge to play guitar after that, so I did. Perhaps I'll have lessons again. Perhaps. I also really want to learn how to play the harp. Coolio, yah? But harps are like, super expensive :s I'm def. making my children musical when I'm a mummy!
I grew tired of guitar so I hopped on the computer and have been blogging for quite some time now. I've totally abandoned my Facebook :o Must reply later. Does anyone still use MySpace anymore? It's sooo 2006!
So that was my day in a nutshell! :) Predictions for next few hours: Doing a bit of homework before 9 30pm - BURN NOTICE!!! I love that show, highly recommended watch! Then probably will be sleeping at an unhealthy 2am.
iTunes playlist: Division by Aly & Aj; Blue Light by Bloc Party; Hawaii by Meiko; Mad World by Gary Jules; Scarlet by Brooke Fraser (OMGSHHHH, I saw her on Sunday night when I was at a Hillsong live album recording @ Acer Arena. 'Twas smashing.)
You know you love me,
xoxo
My Minds A Mess
Monday, March 10, 2008, 9:12 PM
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I've got a lot of homework. Just thought you'd like to know why I can't vomit out a whole page of daily recapping.
iTunes playlist: Hearts A Mess by Gotye; Hawaii by Meiko; Clowns by Goldfrapp; Photographs & Memories by Jason Reeves
iTunes playlist: Hearts A Mess by Gotye; Hawaii by Meiko; Clowns by Goldfrapp; Photographs & Memories by Jason Reeves
The less you know, the more you believe. - Bono
Wednesday, March 5, 2008, 12:21 AM
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Very interesting, Bono. The more we know, the more questions we have. We then start to doubt what we wanted to know more about and wonder if it's worth our time and consideration.
So I had my first tutoring lesson in years today. It was English with Sarah Transexual, and I must admit, it was a really good lesson and I seriously learnt more substance than a triple of Eng at school. Only 'con' would be the ton of homework. 5 paragraphs on Martin Luther King's speech. Eesh.
I never really paid attention to Martin Luther King. All I knew was that he was inspirational and spoke up for the oppressed people of America. After paying a bit more attention to his speech during tutor, I realised what a great intellectual he was. I would chew on my left arm to be able to talk the way he did.
Actually, I'd stir my left arm in a pot to be able to go back to the olden days when women wore corsets and pretty gowns and men were gallant and they all talked in a language which we now call 'formal'. Oh, Mr. Darcy. I love you. Most ardently. *Swoons, regains consciousness, swoons once more.*
I don't think anyone anticipates my extra detailed recounts of my extra ordinary days, so to sum up my day, I will type a series of random mumblings.
It's always too early in the morning. Cannot function without morning showers. Late, again. Modern History, Reign of Terror. Legal Studies, teacher away, composed love web. Biology, bored off my face (for a subject that studies life, it sure is lifeless). Saved by the bell. Me, Eloise! - series discontinued. Life flashed before own eyes. Tutor. Contemplated faking a sickie, decided to go. Glad I went. Home. Bedroom. Pile of homework. Groan. Drops onto bed. Wrote up a schedule. Didn't follow it. Crap, I have a CAFS test. Turned on tv. Burn Notice. That guy is cute for a 40 year old. Crapcrapcrap its 10:30. Done my nails. Oh, can't do hw with wet nails. Internet. Chat. I really should study. Blog surfing. Discovered new music. Awesome. Crap. CAFS test. Crap. Mock Trials. Crap. Peer Support.
At least my nails look good. Blog.
Tan, Heart Of (Non) Existence, aka HOE said that my most coveted bags look cheap. Acting HOE. Do you think those Chanel bags look cheap?
Hmm. It's 1AM. What the heck have I been doing for 2 hours?!?!
iTunes playlist: Almost Lover by A Fine Frenzy; Boring/ Three Wishes/ Secret/ Patience by The Pierces (the new artist I've discovered :)
Recommended blog: http://thatschic.blogspot.com/
You know you love me,
xoxo
So I had my first tutoring lesson in years today. It was English with Sarah Transexual, and I must admit, it was a really good lesson and I seriously learnt more substance than a triple of Eng at school. Only 'con' would be the ton of homework. 5 paragraphs on Martin Luther King's speech. Eesh.
I never really paid attention to Martin Luther King. All I knew was that he was inspirational and spoke up for the oppressed people of America. After paying a bit more attention to his speech during tutor, I realised what a great intellectual he was. I would chew on my left arm to be able to talk the way he did.
Actually, I'd stir my left arm in a pot to be able to go back to the olden days when women wore corsets and pretty gowns and men were gallant and they all talked in a language which we now call 'formal'. Oh, Mr. Darcy. I love you. Most ardently. *Swoons, regains consciousness, swoons once more.*
I don't think anyone anticipates my extra detailed recounts of my extra ordinary days, so to sum up my day, I will type a series of random mumblings.
It's always too early in the morning. Cannot function without morning showers. Late, again. Modern History, Reign of Terror. Legal Studies, teacher away, composed love web. Biology, bored off my face (for a subject that studies life, it sure is lifeless). Saved by the bell. Me, Eloise! - series discontinued. Life flashed before own eyes. Tutor. Contemplated faking a sickie, decided to go. Glad I went. Home. Bedroom. Pile of homework. Groan. Drops onto bed. Wrote up a schedule. Didn't follow it. Crap, I have a CAFS test. Turned on tv. Burn Notice. That guy is cute for a 40 year old. Crapcrapcrap its 10:30. Done my nails. Oh, can't do hw with wet nails. Internet. Chat. I really should study. Blog surfing. Discovered new music. Awesome. Crap. CAFS test. Crap. Mock Trials. Crap. Peer Support.
At least my nails look good. Blog.
Tan, Heart Of (Non) Existence, aka HOE said that my most coveted bags look cheap. Acting HOE. Do you think those Chanel bags look cheap?
Hmm. It's 1AM. What the heck have I been doing for 2 hours?!?!
iTunes playlist: Almost Lover by A Fine Frenzy; Boring/ Three Wishes/ Secret/ Patience by The Pierces (the new artist I've discovered :)
Recommended blog: http://thatschic.blogspot.com/
You know you love me,
xoxo
