I will make a proper blog soon with photos collected since I did not manage to take any! Give all of you guys who weren't there the "daily dose". Well, not really daily, I just didn't know what other word to use lol. But basically, just wanted to say that the Creating Connections Leaders of 2010 are an amazing group of people who have made this camp one of the best! We bonded so much, and even though we are sunburnt, ropeburn on our hands from harnessing and unharnessing too many little Year 7s, were not allowed on most of the activities, were stuck with cabins the size of four toilet cubicles and a single shower block to share and serious deprivation of sleep, it was just so much fun. So much fun! Thankyou to all of you guys, I am so very drained out but so very thankful :) to be continued!

Love is blind. Not hate.

People say hate is too harsh a word, and the truth is that it is. The complex mixture of emotions that can be found within a person when they truly hate another, how these feelings urge a responsive action, how much it occupies your mind, the disturbance, the reasoning you do with yourself over and over in your head.

I know I use the word carelessly. I hate this, I hate that. I hate science, I hate math. I hate water that isn't iced, I hate Mondays, I hate my shoelaces becoming undone, I hate superficiality. I hate this person, I hate that person. Where the truth is, now that I've taken a moment to think about it, I've really only truly hated six people in my lifetime.

The last person added to that list, was only just four or so months ago.

I honestly don't like the feeling. It can bring me from happy to distressed in a split second. It makes me feel dark, and cruel inside. It makes me feel cruel. It makes me contemplate the situation over and over, it makes me consider the possibilities if I never stepped into the picture. It makes me question the values of this person, why it was worth it to deceive me, to protect her. For the truth to be sugar coated.

It is still unsolved. It will remain unsolved. And I think it's withdrawing from the love that I have.

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Today, I discovered that Jason has the same birthday as me. I was so happy. Birthday twin in the grade, finally! About time. I think he regrets being born on the same date as me, I was maybe a bit too excited.. hahah. Wonder if he was born at Fairfield Hospital as well. Then Vincent told me he missed me during commerce, cos I had to do Creating Connections. Commerce buddies ftw! My row is the best :D

In spirit of camp, here's an old camp photo! That was me and Genevieve at Year 7 camp! Oh, the memories. Looking forward to camp tomorrow for the most part, gonna miss E like crazy~! I don't know why people only acknowledge the camp tomorrow as "year 7 camp". The Year 10s are the ones who's gonna make it fun ;D I am lacking sleep, and not even finished packing yet. So I better finish! Hope everybody has fun at school.. don't worry, we'll send you postcards.

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Went to Cabramatta Library the other day to print my music research project for piano. When I was swiping my card at the printing station to deposit money onto my card, didn't work. After ten minutes of useless attempts, went to the counter. (If you don't know me well enough, then you should know that I hate requesting assistant and of the like.) I told the man I needed help, he took my card to the same machine, swiped it, and then went back to the desk. Something about needing to give me a new card. So he made me a new card. He scribed my name carelessly onto the back of it in his Asian writing and gave it to me. I grabbed that and took my old card, and he stopped me saying, "You don't need it, it's not use to you now." I asked him if I could keep it, and he wouldn't let me! So I thought it was some major security thing, but what the heck is some weirdo going to do with a library card. He took scissors out of his cupboard, snipped it in half and placed it in the bin. MY LIBRARY CARD. Since 2002! Like I said to Eric, what a BFJ (big fat jerk). Come on, he just put it in the bin. If he wanted to eat it or make a shrine of it or something, then yeah, go ahead, but no, in the bin. Like far out, why didn't you give it back to me! Gonna sue him. Cory of Cabramatta Library. Bitch :( (And no I'm not overreacting :P) Stupid man. I really miss my card. This never happened at the Fairfield branch. I feel like hunting down his grandkids and stealing their library cards. That's kinda slack though.. an eye for an eye makes the whole world blind, after all.

I SHOULD STAB HIS EYES.

I should be packing for camp. I hate hate packing. We should all be like Bender from Futurama, compress everything and store it in ourselves. I had a sudden realisation yesterday that camp was indeed in 2 days. Slow reaction, man. On a completely happier note, thankyou to everyone who've left me comments on my Formspring/tagboard about my room! Makes me a happy chappy :D (Mum, I'm a girl. GIRL.)

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My room's the messiest it's ever been, but a promise is a promise! And I really can't be bothered to clean up, this heat is eating me alive. My room is still "under construction" btw :P This is for the person who asked me on Formspring!




Now that I have my own room, I can fill it with as many stuffed toys as I want! That's just basically half of my collection, my favourite favourites. My Very Hungry Caterpillar Puppet and Max from Where The Wild Things Are puppets sit on my bedposts, and I take them down just before they I go to sleep!



My fairy lights! They are amazing when I turn them on just before I get into bed. I still need to buy a green transparent kinda material and put it on top of the lights. And you can see the polaroids behind them, I'm going to place a string from one corner of my room to the other, and peg them on. That's just their temporary spot.





My bookshelf! On the top is my nightlight, which spins and has galaxies and stars on it, so it really is beautiful for the nights where I feel like using that instead of my fairy lights. Yes, I'm scared of the dark. Then my retro flip clock, Polaroid, masquerade mask, mannikin man and christmas globe, with a blue sorta material behind.





So ashamed of this but cbf to pack up for you guys, rofl. Frankie magazine, school years photo frame, Urban Originals bag, laptop, calendar, beaker as pen holder and other bits and pieces.

You know how I renovated? And painted my room green? And have a wooden table and a wooden bookshelf? And a lot of books? My mum said to me today, "I walk into your sister's room and I can tell she's a girl. I walk into your room, and it feels like you're a boy! There's a blue guitar and everything." This is great, Mum, coming from the woman who gave birth to me, I'd expect you of all people to know that I do not possess the male genital, nor the mindset of one. And I immediately responded, "Do you think I'm homo or something?" and she's like, "No, just saying!" And she laughs. Sure you were just joking, Mum. Sure, you were!

My mum is lovely though, she helped me put up my fairy lights. She bought me ones that were weaved in a form of a net. All will be cleared up tomorrow when I take photos, as promised for the person who asked on my Formspring. My Formspring is seriously this close to resting in peace.

Everyone's probably going to Cho Tet at Fairfield Showgrounds tonight, eh? I'm not. Unless my dad decides to drag me there again. For those readers who've been with me through thick and thin, you'd know from last year. If not, and you're really curious, and you really really want to know what happened, go through January/February 2009 archives. Not that significant or anything. Which makes this blog pointless. Moving on, sweeties.

Oh my god, it's been like 2 hours since I started this blog post LOL. Cousins came over. They're so cute. Wreckless and crazy, but adorable. How does that work, people?

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There's a certain level of kindness that is expected in all of us. That level of expectation either increases or decreases after first impressions are allowed to mislead, after immediate contact and communication is made and after actions compliment inferences.

A person whose levels drop, you are most likely to conjure up rumours or hatred or negative thoughts about this person, leave and then move on. With a person whose levels rise, you are most likely to become friends, laugh, smile, share jokes.

With a person whose levels go skyrocketing, you are most likely to continue talking, making time to see him, sit under trees with him, stay up till 4AM sharing thoughts about your life to him. You are most likely to fall in love with him.

It is logical that with their skyrocketing levels in kindness mentioned before, that these levels will only keep on rising. This person will continue to stay up with you as if you're the only person in the world, compliment you at every opportunity there is to, text you just because. He will listen to your problems and understand where you are coming from, he will believe the hardships you've faced and he will offer reassurance and comfort. He will help you with your homework no matter how stupid the question is, he will ask about your day everyday and you know that he actually wants to listen. He will say he misses you. He will make your heart fly.

He will not sleep before you do, he will not hang up before you hang up, he will not agree that your hair was messy that day. He will not decide where to go while shopping because he wants you to have fun. He will not let you walk to the train station by yourself, he will not let you go to sleep without a reminder of how he feels about you.

He will stay on the phone with you from 11:30PM with you on the night before your birthday just to be the first one to wish you 'happy birthday'. He will shower you with gifts. He will take you to a nice quiet place, he will make you pick where to sit down. He will agree to sit on the bench under the tree with you. He will take out a box with a silky ribbon wrapped around it and ask you the question. He will accept your response of an unsure "yeah", before you quickly correct it to a formal "yes".

He will show his love for you. He will fold you a hundred cranes. He will paint you hearts, one red, one blue and one with a globe because he says you mean the world to him. He will hold you when the movie gets unbearable. He will hold you tighter when you fidget. He will put up with your stress, your imperfectness, your complaints, your bad days, your bad hair days, your failure to show your love to him. He will love you.

He will run to your house. He will run to your house, tap on your window to shower you with gifts, on the day where you agreed not to celebrate. He will give you flowers, the shoes you wanted, the bear holding the initial of your name, a balloon in your favourite colour, with your favourite element inside, and a love note of some kind. He will tell you in the separate card to pop the balloon. He will call you because he knows you're too scared to pop balloons. He will expect nothing in return. He will not just say it to be nice. He will mean it.

He will walk into bookstores. He will remember the magazine you read. He will buy the compilation made by that magazine. He will wrap it up in beautiful floral wrapping paper. He will give it to you. He will refuse to agree to not get you gifts, even though you are totally unprepared with every occasion that deserves the exchange of presents. He will say your name and hold you closer when you apologise for that.

He will do things that are beyond comprehension of a person's kindness. He will amaze you. He will give you that warm fuzzy feeling everybody seems to know and talk about it on blogs, on photos on blogs, on quotes on blogs. He will do little things that are too many to name, he will do big things that are too good to be expressed in words.

He exists.

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Tonight PAPIN- hope everybody has fun and enjoy the show!
Tomorrow Hurlstone Finals Night! Go Wentworth, who's going?

Bought my first copy of Frankie today! $8.95 which meant I couldn't have recess or lunch. I could only afford fruit pop thingies, which were 30c each and so I bought one at recess and one at lunch. Thankyou Christie and Michelle for accompanying me, walks to the canteen are always so funny. Oh well, the starvation was worth it, I'm loving the ideas for my room! And the article on the cameras (pictured up there). The pages of this magazine is also worthy of gaining a spot on my wall, yahuh. Two birds with one stone, baby. Or more like nine bucks worth of stones.

In agriculture, we watched the artificial insemination being done to some poor cow. Only Nicholas, me, Vivian and Brendan I think, went inside the dairy to get a proper close up view, the rest of the class stood on the other side. We felt somewhat trapped LOL. And Nicholas, and his stupid comments when the farmer shoved his hand into the cow to find the cervix, and the natural reflex caused all the crap to be expelled. "Yum. Chocolate milkshake." STFU BITCH :L Not very nice, Nicholas. But at least now we know what preg testing's gonna be like, eh? Let's all vote and make Nicholas go first so he can get all the chocolate milkshakes he wants.

We were meant to have our first Ultimate Frisbee game today but our team got cancelled because other schools did not have an Ultimate Frisbee team. Stupid Macquarie Fields, James Meehan, Casula.. and some other schools. Stupid schools! Just because Hurlstone's too good for you, hahah. (Okay, if you're reading this, and you're from one of those schools and you had a team and it also got cancelled, then I feel for you too. Bottom line: please don't bash me.)

Going to go and read Frankie, then do some mathematics. Bruh. That's right. Till next time, loverlies ♥

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Is it boys, or is it our boys?

Well said, Vanessa.

Pretty average day. Year 10 is such a drag, honestly. I can feel the increase of the workload. I don't look forward to many subjects at all anymore, only commerce and english. The only great thing about Year 10 are the bonds and friendships that have now become solid and the unity of our grade. I think that's enough to get me through this year :)

Thanks Nicholas for Scrubs Season 6!

Year 7 camp next week! So soon! I'm rather excited, Year 7 camp was the best camp in my opinion. Year 8 was just..stressful and Year 9 was just near death experience rofl. Getting to relive it now, gonna be fantastic.

I'm really, really, really, really agitated right now. I don't know how to fill this paragraph up, but I know I want to write about it. I can't, because I've learnt that writing about things on blogs dedicated to anonymous does not help but assist in venting the stress of the moment. The situation stays the exact same and your mind still contains the thoughts that annoyed you from the beginning of the matter. I've learnt that communication is indeed the key to success, and that feelings left untalked about and unsolved will only simmer to later erupt, burning everything around it. There's one person that I know who deals with his emotions, the way I wish I could deal with them. And by that I mean, keep them inside but without letting it totally destroy him or resurfacing to destroy any social bond or friendship. His mind also finds it easy to let these things go. My doesn't. I forgive but I don't forget.

I think my ways of dealing with things can be a bit confusing for myself. But at least I know where I stand.

And who I stand with.

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Then just stayed on the phone and played guitar and piano till I had to go to church :3

Even though the heat really got to me, this year's swimming carnival was indeed the most enjoyable one since 2007! So brief summary, I can't remember anything anymore:

- Cheering my heart out for Wentworth with Margaret was a hell of a lot of fun! Banging on the roof has left my pinkie with a bruise that is starting to go away.
- Blue nail fingers and toes, blue eyeliner, blue dress, blue clutch: WENTWORTH PRIDE!
- We had to take some test to go into the swimming pool because somebody drowned a couple of years ago during free swim. But I didn't take the test because I thought I wouldn't be that tempted, esp since I didn't bring extra clothes or anything. At recess, just jumped in with Michelle with all my clothes on! Rebelllll. Got back out, and walked around, dried in just a bit LOL.
- Cheered on Alvin Chung, Vincent and Michael Dinh! I'd hug them after the races, only because it was freaking 100 degrees and I needed the water.
- Walked to the canteen with Vincent, (who now had a big blue handprint on his chest) and saw Mr Kearney there. Mr Kearney's like, "Hey Wendy, why aren't you swimming? Or will it ruin your eye makeup." He made me sound like such a plastic materialistic bitch LOL. Then Vincent started talking to him and Kearney didn't even remember his name. Shouted Vincent food, you owe me. Cactus ain't gonna cut it, boy.
- Hung around Margaret, Michelle, Nicholas, Mitchell. We all bought sausage sizzles and Margaret was all free advertising when Nicholas asked her if it's good or not. "I can not even.. begin to describe to you.. how GOOD this tastes.. oh no! This is my last bite! Have to savour it. Lick the BBQ sauce all off first. Then slowly put it into my mouth." Rofl. Nicholas made homosexual moves on Mitchell.
- Sat on the side of the pool with feet in the water for the rest of the day mainly, with Michelle and people who came and went and came and went. There were a whole line of us, and I kinda felt slack to the people swimming in that lane, must've distracted them or something :L
- Cheering competition! I don't know who won.
- Vincent gave Angela his shirt and me his towel to sit on because I was all wet and I didn't want to sit on the dirty train seat, ty Vincent :)

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Something I'm sure everybody at Hurlstone noticed today: the I ♥ LN taped across the science block. Aldrich and Lisa are so cute :)

And then Wedding Dress by Taeyang was played over in the P.A. system, where the A2N boys in Year 12 started dancing in the donut quad! I think it was a dedication to Robert Zheng's girlfriend or something? Idk, that was cool too. Great start to the day. Things only got better!

Decided to hang out with the guys today at lunch, because it was close to the canteen, our source of survival in this boiling weather. Let's see, Alan, Kenny, Nathan, Vincent, Kabir, Thai, Thomson and Kyleen. It's always so much fun with them. I was sitting on the ground talking to Vincent, while he was sitting on the green table (and wouldn't join me when I offered him a nice place on the concrete), when Thomson and Kabir came and gave me roses! I was joking about expecting one, Kabir, it was sweet :) ♥ and even if I teased you about Cindy Huynh in return rofl. And Thomson, I think it was from the influence of my brother but thanks so much Thomthom! ♥ And thankyou Vincent for somewhat solving my problems.. if you're reading this, I'm still yet to settle on what to buy LOL.

Maths. Which meant song dedications for Cindy Van from Anonymous (aka me and Michelle) and Vivian from Santosh! OOoooOOooooOooh ;) The thing was I was sitting right next to Vivian when the group of girls sang Kiss Me Thru The Phone. Ah, I laughed to myself for 5 minutes after they left.

Hope Liza and Margaret liked the song dedications from me and Michelle as well ;D

Thankyou to Angela as well, for the rose that she gave me because they didn't deliver Year 10s ones for some reason. I really miss bitching about boys to you in maths, Angela ♥ And thanks to my hubstah Vanessa, where the rose did not get delivered whatsoever! ♥

Happy (early) Valentine's, everyone :)

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will blog about swimming carnival once i get photos up that's just me messing around with my webcam, finally found it after however many months. reunion! :L

I will make a proper blog soon with photos collected since I did not manage to take any! Give all of you guys who weren't there the "daily dose". Well, not really daily, I just didn't know what other word to use lol. But basically, just wanted to say that the Creating Connections Leaders of 2010 are an amazing group of people who have made this camp one of the best! We bonded so much, and even though we are sunburnt, ropeburn on our hands from harnessing and unharnessing too many little Year 7s, were not allowed on most of the activities, were stuck with cabins the size of four toilet cubicles and a single shower block to share and serious deprivation of sleep, it was just so much fun. So much fun! Thankyou to all of you guys, I am so very drained out but so very thankful :) to be continued!

Love is blind. Not hate.

People say hate is too harsh a word, and the truth is that it is. The complex mixture of emotions that can be found within a person when they truly hate another, how these feelings urge a responsive action, how much it occupies your mind, the disturbance, the reasoning you do with yourself over and over in your head.

I know I use the word carelessly. I hate this, I hate that. I hate science, I hate math. I hate water that isn't iced, I hate Mondays, I hate my shoelaces becoming undone, I hate superficiality. I hate this person, I hate that person. Where the truth is, now that I've taken a moment to think about it, I've really only truly hated six people in my lifetime.

The last person added to that list, was only just four or so months ago.

I honestly don't like the feeling. It can bring me from happy to distressed in a split second. It makes me feel dark, and cruel inside. It makes me feel cruel. It makes me contemplate the situation over and over, it makes me consider the possibilities if I never stepped into the picture. It makes me question the values of this person, why it was worth it to deceive me, to protect her. For the truth to be sugar coated.

It is still unsolved. It will remain unsolved. And I think it's withdrawing from the love that I have.

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Today, I discovered that Jason has the same birthday as me. I was so happy. Birthday twin in the grade, finally! About time. I think he regrets being born on the same date as me, I was maybe a bit too excited.. hahah. Wonder if he was born at Fairfield Hospital as well. Then Vincent told me he missed me during commerce, cos I had to do Creating Connections. Commerce buddies ftw! My row is the best :D

In spirit of camp, here's an old camp photo! That was me and Genevieve at Year 7 camp! Oh, the memories. Looking forward to camp tomorrow for the most part, gonna miss E like crazy~! I don't know why people only acknowledge the camp tomorrow as "year 7 camp". The Year 10s are the ones who's gonna make it fun ;D I am lacking sleep, and not even finished packing yet. So I better finish! Hope everybody has fun at school.. don't worry, we'll send you postcards.

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Went to Cabramatta Library the other day to print my music research project for piano. When I was swiping my card at the printing station to deposit money onto my card, didn't work. After ten minutes of useless attempts, went to the counter. (If you don't know me well enough, then you should know that I hate requesting assistant and of the like.) I told the man I needed help, he took my card to the same machine, swiped it, and then went back to the desk. Something about needing to give me a new card. So he made me a new card. He scribed my name carelessly onto the back of it in his Asian writing and gave it to me. I grabbed that and took my old card, and he stopped me saying, "You don't need it, it's not use to you now." I asked him if I could keep it, and he wouldn't let me! So I thought it was some major security thing, but what the heck is some weirdo going to do with a library card. He took scissors out of his cupboard, snipped it in half and placed it in the bin. MY LIBRARY CARD. Since 2002! Like I said to Eric, what a BFJ (big fat jerk). Come on, he just put it in the bin. If he wanted to eat it or make a shrine of it or something, then yeah, go ahead, but no, in the bin. Like far out, why didn't you give it back to me! Gonna sue him. Cory of Cabramatta Library. Bitch :( (And no I'm not overreacting :P) Stupid man. I really miss my card. This never happened at the Fairfield branch. I feel like hunting down his grandkids and stealing their library cards. That's kinda slack though.. an eye for an eye makes the whole world blind, after all.

I SHOULD STAB HIS EYES.

I should be packing for camp. I hate hate packing. We should all be like Bender from Futurama, compress everything and store it in ourselves. I had a sudden realisation yesterday that camp was indeed in 2 days. Slow reaction, man. On a completely happier note, thankyou to everyone who've left me comments on my Formspring/tagboard about my room! Makes me a happy chappy :D (Mum, I'm a girl. GIRL.)

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My room's the messiest it's ever been, but a promise is a promise! And I really can't be bothered to clean up, this heat is eating me alive. My room is still "under construction" btw :P This is for the person who asked me on Formspring!




Now that I have my own room, I can fill it with as many stuffed toys as I want! That's just basically half of my collection, my favourite favourites. My Very Hungry Caterpillar Puppet and Max from Where The Wild Things Are puppets sit on my bedposts, and I take them down just before they I go to sleep!



My fairy lights! They are amazing when I turn them on just before I get into bed. I still need to buy a green transparent kinda material and put it on top of the lights. And you can see the polaroids behind them, I'm going to place a string from one corner of my room to the other, and peg them on. That's just their temporary spot.





My bookshelf! On the top is my nightlight, which spins and has galaxies and stars on it, so it really is beautiful for the nights where I feel like using that instead of my fairy lights. Yes, I'm scared of the dark. Then my retro flip clock, Polaroid, masquerade mask, mannikin man and christmas globe, with a blue sorta material behind.





So ashamed of this but cbf to pack up for you guys, rofl. Frankie magazine, school years photo frame, Urban Originals bag, laptop, calendar, beaker as pen holder and other bits and pieces.

You know how I renovated? And painted my room green? And have a wooden table and a wooden bookshelf? And a lot of books? My mum said to me today, "I walk into your sister's room and I can tell she's a girl. I walk into your room, and it feels like you're a boy! There's a blue guitar and everything." This is great, Mum, coming from the woman who gave birth to me, I'd expect you of all people to know that I do not possess the male genital, nor the mindset of one. And I immediately responded, "Do you think I'm homo or something?" and she's like, "No, just saying!" And she laughs. Sure you were just joking, Mum. Sure, you were!

My mum is lovely though, she helped me put up my fairy lights. She bought me ones that were weaved in a form of a net. All will be cleared up tomorrow when I take photos, as promised for the person who asked on my Formspring. My Formspring is seriously this close to resting in peace.

Everyone's probably going to Cho Tet at Fairfield Showgrounds tonight, eh? I'm not. Unless my dad decides to drag me there again. For those readers who've been with me through thick and thin, you'd know from last year. If not, and you're really curious, and you really really want to know what happened, go through January/February 2009 archives. Not that significant or anything. Which makes this blog pointless. Moving on, sweeties.

Oh my god, it's been like 2 hours since I started this blog post LOL. Cousins came over. They're so cute. Wreckless and crazy, but adorable. How does that work, people?

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There's a certain level of kindness that is expected in all of us. That level of expectation either increases or decreases after first impressions are allowed to mislead, after immediate contact and communication is made and after actions compliment inferences.

A person whose levels drop, you are most likely to conjure up rumours or hatred or negative thoughts about this person, leave and then move on. With a person whose levels rise, you are most likely to become friends, laugh, smile, share jokes.

With a person whose levels go skyrocketing, you are most likely to continue talking, making time to see him, sit under trees with him, stay up till 4AM sharing thoughts about your life to him. You are most likely to fall in love with him.

It is logical that with their skyrocketing levels in kindness mentioned before, that these levels will only keep on rising. This person will continue to stay up with you as if you're the only person in the world, compliment you at every opportunity there is to, text you just because. He will listen to your problems and understand where you are coming from, he will believe the hardships you've faced and he will offer reassurance and comfort. He will help you with your homework no matter how stupid the question is, he will ask about your day everyday and you know that he actually wants to listen. He will say he misses you. He will make your heart fly.

He will not sleep before you do, he will not hang up before you hang up, he will not agree that your hair was messy that day. He will not decide where to go while shopping because he wants you to have fun. He will not let you walk to the train station by yourself, he will not let you go to sleep without a reminder of how he feels about you.

He will stay on the phone with you from 11:30PM with you on the night before your birthday just to be the first one to wish you 'happy birthday'. He will shower you with gifts. He will take you to a nice quiet place, he will make you pick where to sit down. He will agree to sit on the bench under the tree with you. He will take out a box with a silky ribbon wrapped around it and ask you the question. He will accept your response of an unsure "yeah", before you quickly correct it to a formal "yes".

He will show his love for you. He will fold you a hundred cranes. He will paint you hearts, one red, one blue and one with a globe because he says you mean the world to him. He will hold you when the movie gets unbearable. He will hold you tighter when you fidget. He will put up with your stress, your imperfectness, your complaints, your bad days, your bad hair days, your failure to show your love to him. He will love you.

He will run to your house. He will run to your house, tap on your window to shower you with gifts, on the day where you agreed not to celebrate. He will give you flowers, the shoes you wanted, the bear holding the initial of your name, a balloon in your favourite colour, with your favourite element inside, and a love note of some kind. He will tell you in the separate card to pop the balloon. He will call you because he knows you're too scared to pop balloons. He will expect nothing in return. He will not just say it to be nice. He will mean it.

He will walk into bookstores. He will remember the magazine you read. He will buy the compilation made by that magazine. He will wrap it up in beautiful floral wrapping paper. He will give it to you. He will refuse to agree to not get you gifts, even though you are totally unprepared with every occasion that deserves the exchange of presents. He will say your name and hold you closer when you apologise for that.

He will do things that are beyond comprehension of a person's kindness. He will amaze you. He will give you that warm fuzzy feeling everybody seems to know and talk about it on blogs, on photos on blogs, on quotes on blogs. He will do little things that are too many to name, he will do big things that are too good to be expressed in words.

He exists.

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Tonight PAPIN- hope everybody has fun and enjoy the show!
Tomorrow Hurlstone Finals Night! Go Wentworth, who's going?

Bought my first copy of Frankie today! $8.95 which meant I couldn't have recess or lunch. I could only afford fruit pop thingies, which were 30c each and so I bought one at recess and one at lunch. Thankyou Christie and Michelle for accompanying me, walks to the canteen are always so funny. Oh well, the starvation was worth it, I'm loving the ideas for my room! And the article on the cameras (pictured up there). The pages of this magazine is also worthy of gaining a spot on my wall, yahuh. Two birds with one stone, baby. Or more like nine bucks worth of stones.

In agriculture, we watched the artificial insemination being done to some poor cow. Only Nicholas, me, Vivian and Brendan I think, went inside the dairy to get a proper close up view, the rest of the class stood on the other side. We felt somewhat trapped LOL. And Nicholas, and his stupid comments when the farmer shoved his hand into the cow to find the cervix, and the natural reflex caused all the crap to be expelled. "Yum. Chocolate milkshake." STFU BITCH :L Not very nice, Nicholas. But at least now we know what preg testing's gonna be like, eh? Let's all vote and make Nicholas go first so he can get all the chocolate milkshakes he wants.

We were meant to have our first Ultimate Frisbee game today but our team got cancelled because other schools did not have an Ultimate Frisbee team. Stupid Macquarie Fields, James Meehan, Casula.. and some other schools. Stupid schools! Just because Hurlstone's too good for you, hahah. (Okay, if you're reading this, and you're from one of those schools and you had a team and it also got cancelled, then I feel for you too. Bottom line: please don't bash me.)

Going to go and read Frankie, then do some mathematics. Bruh. That's right. Till next time, loverlies ♥

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Is it boys, or is it our boys?

Well said, Vanessa.

Pretty average day. Year 10 is such a drag, honestly. I can feel the increase of the workload. I don't look forward to many subjects at all anymore, only commerce and english. The only great thing about Year 10 are the bonds and friendships that have now become solid and the unity of our grade. I think that's enough to get me through this year :)

Thanks Nicholas for Scrubs Season 6!

Year 7 camp next week! So soon! I'm rather excited, Year 7 camp was the best camp in my opinion. Year 8 was just..stressful and Year 9 was just near death experience rofl. Getting to relive it now, gonna be fantastic.

I'm really, really, really, really agitated right now. I don't know how to fill this paragraph up, but I know I want to write about it. I can't, because I've learnt that writing about things on blogs dedicated to anonymous does not help but assist in venting the stress of the moment. The situation stays the exact same and your mind still contains the thoughts that annoyed you from the beginning of the matter. I've learnt that communication is indeed the key to success, and that feelings left untalked about and unsolved will only simmer to later erupt, burning everything around it. There's one person that I know who deals with his emotions, the way I wish I could deal with them. And by that I mean, keep them inside but without letting it totally destroy him or resurfacing to destroy any social bond or friendship. His mind also finds it easy to let these things go. My doesn't. I forgive but I don't forget.

I think my ways of dealing with things can be a bit confusing for myself. But at least I know where I stand.

And who I stand with.

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Then just stayed on the phone and played guitar and piano till I had to go to church :3

Even though the heat really got to me, this year's swimming carnival was indeed the most enjoyable one since 2007! So brief summary, I can't remember anything anymore:

- Cheering my heart out for Wentworth with Margaret was a hell of a lot of fun! Banging on the roof has left my pinkie with a bruise that is starting to go away.
- Blue nail fingers and toes, blue eyeliner, blue dress, blue clutch: WENTWORTH PRIDE!
- We had to take some test to go into the swimming pool because somebody drowned a couple of years ago during free swim. But I didn't take the test because I thought I wouldn't be that tempted, esp since I didn't bring extra clothes or anything. At recess, just jumped in with Michelle with all my clothes on! Rebelllll. Got back out, and walked around, dried in just a bit LOL.
- Cheered on Alvin Chung, Vincent and Michael Dinh! I'd hug them after the races, only because it was freaking 100 degrees and I needed the water.
- Walked to the canteen with Vincent, (who now had a big blue handprint on his chest) and saw Mr Kearney there. Mr Kearney's like, "Hey Wendy, why aren't you swimming? Or will it ruin your eye makeup." He made me sound like such a plastic materialistic bitch LOL. Then Vincent started talking to him and Kearney didn't even remember his name. Shouted Vincent food, you owe me. Cactus ain't gonna cut it, boy.
- Hung around Margaret, Michelle, Nicholas, Mitchell. We all bought sausage sizzles and Margaret was all free advertising when Nicholas asked her if it's good or not. "I can not even.. begin to describe to you.. how GOOD this tastes.. oh no! This is my last bite! Have to savour it. Lick the BBQ sauce all off first. Then slowly put it into my mouth." Rofl. Nicholas made homosexual moves on Mitchell.
- Sat on the side of the pool with feet in the water for the rest of the day mainly, with Michelle and people who came and went and came and went. There were a whole line of us, and I kinda felt slack to the people swimming in that lane, must've distracted them or something :L
- Cheering competition! I don't know who won.
- Vincent gave Angela his shirt and me his towel to sit on because I was all wet and I didn't want to sit on the dirty train seat, ty Vincent :)

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Something I'm sure everybody at Hurlstone noticed today: the I ♥ LN taped across the science block. Aldrich and Lisa are so cute :)

And then Wedding Dress by Taeyang was played over in the P.A. system, where the A2N boys in Year 12 started dancing in the donut quad! I think it was a dedication to Robert Zheng's girlfriend or something? Idk, that was cool too. Great start to the day. Things only got better!

Decided to hang out with the guys today at lunch, because it was close to the canteen, our source of survival in this boiling weather. Let's see, Alan, Kenny, Nathan, Vincent, Kabir, Thai, Thomson and Kyleen. It's always so much fun with them. I was sitting on the ground talking to Vincent, while he was sitting on the green table (and wouldn't join me when I offered him a nice place on the concrete), when Thomson and Kabir came and gave me roses! I was joking about expecting one, Kabir, it was sweet :) ♥ and even if I teased you about Cindy Huynh in return rofl. And Thomson, I think it was from the influence of my brother but thanks so much Thomthom! ♥ And thankyou Vincent for somewhat solving my problems.. if you're reading this, I'm still yet to settle on what to buy LOL.

Maths. Which meant song dedications for Cindy Van from Anonymous (aka me and Michelle) and Vivian from Santosh! OOoooOOooooOooh ;) The thing was I was sitting right next to Vivian when the group of girls sang Kiss Me Thru The Phone. Ah, I laughed to myself for 5 minutes after they left.

Hope Liza and Margaret liked the song dedications from me and Michelle as well ;D

Thankyou to Angela as well, for the rose that she gave me because they didn't deliver Year 10s ones for some reason. I really miss bitching about boys to you in maths, Angela ♥ And thanks to my hubstah Vanessa, where the rose did not get delivered whatsoever! ♥

Happy (early) Valentine's, everyone :)

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will blog about swimming carnival once i get photos up that's just me messing around with my webcam, finally found it after however many months. reunion! :L