cheap thrills performance today was enjoyable, a bit pointless. hurlstone kids arent like that! teachers shouldnt worry about us hijacking cars, selling our cd's for $5 to buy pot and smoking. like vanessa said, the kind of pressure we're exposed to is the pressure to get 99.95 in our hsc. my $3 was not wasted though. because whenever a man plays a woman and exaggerates the fingers and hair flicking, it's funny. jordan kerr playing aunty pat was absolutely hilarious: i know i know.

just had to call someone on my stainless steel mobile. winter and stainless steel dont mix.

hypocrisy: insincerity by virtue of pretending to have qualities or beliefs that you do not really have. (there was this definition: of the demagogue criticalness trustfulness fakery, but dont you just hate it when you go to look up a word in the dictionary, only having to look up another word to find out its meaning, then putting back into the context of the definition of the first word? and stupid dictionary meanings that are like, "noun of the word blah blah blah". no. that's not a real definition! you're not a real dictionary!) i hate hypocrites. and i am hypocritical in saying that. but my point still stands. its like the two ends of a magnet. north and north dont attract, they repel. when i meet people who are hypocrites, like me, i cant stand it. (see i am scientific after all, referring to magnets, that b on my report was well deserved.) ive been confronted by such hypocritical situations in the past few days, its made me all sad like kevin rudd was/is.

opens netball tomorrow. i hate playing opens. i know im 159cm, i dont need that rubbed in my face. its like im a pebble, and all the other players are giant rocks. monoliths. like uluru. im playing netball against running ulurus. feel for me.

Labels: everyday

my mum's birthday today, the one and only mother wendzilla. ya. approximately 15 years and 9 months of her life was spent on me. i fail to acknowledge her efforts most of the time, but i told her today, when she turns 100, i'll get her the biggest triple story durian cake ever. she's always stood up for me, never pressured me to take chemistry and physics even though i know she wants me to, always putting me first. except for that time at jamberoo when we were on the splash out water slide ride together. i was sitting in her lap. nearing the end of the water tunnel, she saw the pool at the end where you're meant to slide into. she started to panic because she cant swim, and instead of putting her legs down and standing up (because it was pretty much a baby pool), she decides to lunge forward, basically lying on top of me, as i struggled to get up. i knew how to swim, but its hard with a 48kg body on top of you, scurrying and kicking crazily. everytime i'd swim around her, poke my head up ready to take a gasp of air, she'd grab my head, in turn pushing it down into the depths of the disgusting salty jamberoo water again. i could've drowned that day. oooooooooo spooky music here. yeah, mum, i'll teach you how to swim one day.

got so bored yesterday that i painted my nails all different colours. i originally tried to make it blend from purple to blue, but gave up half way, so what you guys will see tomorrow is a tacky mess. don't laugh. that's mean.

i had a dream that i had to prepare a five minute speech in five minutes. i was stepping up onto the stage when i opened my eyes, realised it was 8:35am, and that tutor started at 8:45am. went cabramatta after tutor to get my mum a nice asian cake. went by bliss, the shop that sells forcast stuff on john st, and saw three pussy bow blouses! jess t and tumblr inspires me. they were cream and had pearl buttons too, mmmm. totally obsessed with pearls right now. saw two beauuutifulll skirts: a black frilly pleated one with a zipper at the back and a cobalt swishy swashy blue one, high elastic waisted both $20.30! i need i need i need.

a lot of people have asked me what do i do at church. ive been going ever since i was born, every sunday. when i was a toddler, i was part of the choir, so when the adults had their mass, all the kids would go to the back and learn beginner stuff, and songs to celebrate easter and christmas. that carried on till i was 13, then the person who ran those classes got married, and moved to melbourne. so the pastor, held a vote to elect a new teacher, and i got it, along with the position of 'music coordinator'. im also in charge of costumes, and decorations for special occasions e.g. for christmas i set up christmas trees, organise candles, tinsel etc. nowadays, when i go to church, i play the piano when the adults sing their songs of worship etc, then when the pastor gets up to explain the bible (cbb using church lingo), i take all the children out to the back and teach them songs to perform every beginning of month, kinda like basic scripture stuff. and at the beginning of every month, there's communion, which means i get a piece of bread and wine. yeah, ta-dah, what i do at church!

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i dont know why, but lately, the concept of karma has been pulsating in my head. and i cant say its a bad thing, because its driven me to do things for others, tolerate a lot of crap and put other people's feelings before mine, more than i usually would. for example, two years ago, i was in the canteen line and this girl, let's call her ℓ, asked me to buy her a drink, gave me the exact money. i was too scared to say no to someone older than me even though the idea didnt quite appeal to me. when i was finished at the window, she snatched her drink, snatching the change in my hand as well. and you know, i was in year 8 then, $1 meant quite a lot considering i had to buy lunch every day, and only had $10 allowance a week. (its risen now, hehe.) so i went to look for her after my friends said it was my right to my money. found ℓ, she said, "oh, come back tomorrow, i just spent it." i came back to her the next day, she said, "oh tomorrow, ill bring it tomorrow." i knew i wasnt going to get it back! buuuuuuut oooh, that afternoon, i found a $1 coin on the train seat! and it was right there, in the open. no one else had picked it up. coincedence? well.. probably. but i like the idea of karma. makes me feel like at least theres some mystical force kicking ass serving justice in this world.

i want to go watch toy story 3.

won our debate against picton yesterday! it was a tough one, so relieved when the adjudicator announced that the affirmative had won. that's two out of two wins for the year 10 team! :D got my report too, first page i flipped to was english, and a lot of my friends will already know this, but i got a b and i was not smiling at all and complained for the rest of the day :( yeah, getting a b is good, but the only subject i expected to get an a in was english, and with my exam mark on that scale page thingy at the beginning of our reports, i thought that was enough awwww :( vivian kept saying, its good! a b is good! its high achievement! but if i cant even get an a in my strongest subject. makes me feel rather inferior. michi and vivian got 6 a's, who's turn to hate who now?! (mine). when michelle is quiet you know she did good in an exam/reports haha. psychological analysis on my part. this is not my worst report though.. cos my science was above average this time!

i am currently eating one of those ufo chalk lollipops? catchin' my drift?

this whole week has gone by with me not being able to recall much at all. i read my previous blogs and i remember, but the stress of subjects really has blinded me. thats how bothered i was by it! i changed agriculture to number 4, sacrificing modern history 30 seconds before i went into his office. and i felt so relieved, i felt like it was the right thing to do. then at debating. i had some sort of epiphany and wanted to pull my lungs out thinking, "noooo moderrrrn historyyyyyy!" going to go talk to mr mulligan on monday and hand in another form to change subjects, leaving my choices as follow, exactly the same choices i made a year ago for myself (very happy with them too!): 1 legal studies 2 biology 3 music 4 modern history 5 agriculture 6 pdhpe. there's always this look of doubt in people when i dont mention chemistry. well at least that's how i interpret their stares.

listening to mazeltov by ze:a. in the first 15 seconds, it sounds like they're chanting chà bông (pork floss, in vietnamese). listen here and tell me what you think!

Labels: debate, everyday, subject selection

(got english story back! will type up later today or tomorrow after schl!)

the creating connections session today infuriated me and evoked emotions i have never experienced before.

whilst in progress of the pirate hat activity, i hear punching and shoving. i turn around and two kids, lets call them c and s, were in a tangle. it was obvious to me in a matter of a second, that s was struggling to get away without any form of retaliation (not even shoving or pushing back, just striving to free himself), whilst c was determined on hurting this guy. (yes, it was two boys. why are you not surprised?) you can say the 6 of us year 10s there were being irresponsible, not being able to control the year 7s, but it all happened too fast. and where was miss macqueen!

let me say that the pirate hat activity does not outline anything about acting like pirates. i quickly get in between to push the two apart and failed, so grabbed onto c, as s was basically under him by now, and pulled him away. i separated them, standing in between, telling them to calm down before i asked to hear their sides of the stories, because such actions could only stem from something. and i wanted to know what that something was for them to seem such actions as necessary! they were only year 7s after all, and were close friends!

this was what both of them agreed on: c had used masking tape to tape s's bag to the railings. after s found it hard to remove from the railings, he took c's bag and placed it in a toilet cubicle, touching the toilet. c found his bag there. c agreed that he started the fight. he agreed that there was kicking, pushing and punching s's head (rather strong punching i must say, i heard that sound that your knuckles would make against a wooden table). to be honest, my interpretation of the story would be c did it as a joke to begin with. s decided to retaliate, but all in the name of good fun as they were best friends after all! c didnt like it and started a fight, but s did not fight back, he simply tried to walk away.

am i being bias to have taken s's side? i dont like people with that sort of inflated ego that states i can mess with you all i want but you touch me and you're dead. it angered me to the core, after seeing and hearing the story, and witnessing the expression on s's face. jordan kerr calls them over, and c denies all the violence. "i didnt punch him" and the moment he said that, i swear, i had enough anger to did exactly what he did to s, but thank god for self control. mitchell was angry too, as we both instantly said, "c we saw you do it". jordan kerr asked him, "why did you tape his bag to the ceiling?" c says, "it was funny." jordan asks, "would it be funny if someone did it to your bag?" c says, "yes." contradictory or what, the guy lashed out and nearly knocked the brains out of the poor boy! miss macqueen, oh where the hell was she, decides to turn up five minutes later after the bell went. so much for supervision. we tell her the story, seeking some sort of separation for future creating connection groups.

it makes me feel horrible that i cant prove the bullying on c's part. s shouldnt have touched c's bag, but i understand why, they were friends, it was seen as fun. s saw it as fun when c did it, why couldnt c see it as 'fun' when it was done to him? this wasnt the first time that this sort of behaviour had been exhibited by c, ive seen it before. i wonder who else he has punched four times in the head in the span of three seconds. i went to japanese feeling fiery, and at the same time, hopeless. it just made me want to be a lawyer that much more. imagine how passionate i would feel though, when i get a case that isnt just some kid punching another over a location of a bag.

onto something a bit historical.

julia gillard. i dont like her. i know its the first female prime minister, i should be whoo so happy yay lets throw a party. but no! just no! stupid woman, we didnt vote her in! she doesnt deserve to be there. i dont know anything about politics.. but how dare she turn on kevin rudd! (i dont know if she did, but.. bitch! rofl!) dont get me wrong, im not anti feminist or anything, its great to have female prime minsters but why did it have to be herrrrrrrrrr. i dont like change at all. my muscles keep fidgeting knowing that they are under the prime ministerism of julia gillard.

subject selection forms due tomorrow and i am still umm-ing and ah-ing. talked to miss blake today, and now am tempted to do agriculture instead of biology. she was right though, our main objective should be to get a high as possible atar, not worrying about course requirements and everything else too much. making another trip to fairfield library later to acquire a few hsc text books, then i will be making my final decisions. (so tempted to do chemistry and agriculture now after flipping through text books. doing biology by itself would be useless, like that person brought to my attention on formspring.)

good luck guys. we can do this. ♥

edit 8:18pm sitting here with text books: two biology ones, a modern history one, a pdhpe one, a chemistry one and a legal studies one. gonna read and see which one i vomit over first and that one definitely is not gonna be one of my choices.

Labels: creating connections, subject selection

Australia’s first female Prime Minister tomorrow?
By John, Telling Thoughts

At 10.20 pm EST, Wednesday 23rd June 2010 the Australian Prime Minister Kevin Rudd announced that his leadership would be challenged by his deputy Julia Gillard at a specially convened meeting of Federal Labor Party representatives at 9am Thursday, at Parliament House in Canberra ACT.

Mr Rudd acknowledged that over recent weeks he had become aware that factions of the Party no longer supported him as leader and as late as today Australia’s biggest unions also indicated they no longer supported the Prime Minister.

All indications are that South Australian Julia Gillard has the numbers to become Australia’s first female Prime Minister but the stubborn Mr Rudd stipulated he will contest the challenge and was anxious to get on with the delivery of his programs.

Tomorrow will be an important day in Australian political history, the outcome of which will decide who will lead the Labor Party in the forthcoming federal election.

australia's first female prime minister tomorrow? why am i so unupdated, what's happening! this feels weird again. im such a conservative bitch. i should be happy, a milestone for women in australian politics. but i hate change!

anyway so instead of completing my geography assignment, im going to provide some history stress relief for you beautiful people. i did mine on paul keating, one of my most favourite public speakers ever. doing assignments out of text books can be so much easier. note to self: use library card more often.

before i commenced writing this blog, i was talking to eric, kyleen and johnny. happily, happily talking to my fellow year 10 colleagues. and suddenly. there it was. my peripheral vision caught sight of something moving. i dont know if you know this but i reckon im rather observant. if i walk into a familiar room, i will be able to point out everything that has changed since the last time ive been there. which makes it easier to detect my mum cleaning my room, like the last time, where she moved a rose petal that was on my bedside table. and denied it. she denied it! i asked her if she had been in my room and she said, "no!" and i said "well where's the rose petal on my table then" and she pretended not to hear. whilst chopping her onions. those lousy onions. back to the story. there. it. was.

a spider.

i dont like any kind of creepy crawlies arachniddy kinda things. why cant they all leave me alone and not exist near me! yeah yeah i know they're part of the ecosystem, disrupt the circle of life, you hippie. i screamed, hastily messaged brb to my friends (who knows if i would remain alive after this traumatic experience?) ran outside, got some morteeeeein and sprayed its spidery ass! the amount of sprays i used even after it was confirmed dead by my inner forensic self was yes, unnecessary. but i am alive! oh im such a beast. (eric, i know youre going to hate me for killing something that was doing no harm, im sorry, you know how scared i get!)

might be getting our reports tomorrow, brace yourselves! and creating connections leaders, bullying workshop for year 7s!

christie gave me no fragrance moisturiser today. the first moisturising my legs got ever since i was.. 1 probably? my nose just cant stand those smells that are meatn to be "lovely". i cant stand strong perfumes, i cant stand moisturising lotions, i cant stand foundation smells. my sense of smell is very sensitive. how annoying. now i will never be able to go on masterchef and accomplish my life long dream of opening a fish and chips shop.

australia v serbia 4:30am! im definitely depriving myself of sleep for that. if a ref gives out another red card, i swear, i will take the carpet in the lounge room out from under the couches and coffee table, vaccuum it, wash it, hang it up to dry, unpeg it from the clothes line, drag it onto railway parade, stand in the middle of the road, lie down, and put the carpet on top of me. sigh, my name is earl inspires me to achieve.

Labels: spider story where wendy prevails

did somebody need history assignment notification? click here! thanks to simon wang for sending it to me yesterday.

grace's party! having parties on the actual person's birthday has lost its value because its always expected, so we've all agreed to celebrate it on a completely different day altogether! went to coles yesterday to buy chips, man, the eofys effect on coles is sensational: $3 for a tub of peter's cookies and cream. we stole thumb tacks off other year's noticeboards to create that montage to grace haha. the party had an orange theme, from the thumb tacks to vivian's fiesta decorations! grace came, after danica managed to distract her for a while (the most suss excuse ever: come toilet with me im scared? rofl!) and we sang and screamed like crazzzy. binged. binged. binged. then we started throwing skittles in the air, trying to catch them with our mouths and after about 5 minutes, hackett came along and told us off. "who's gonna clean this up!" grace says, "we will" and shuts hackett up. you go, birthday gal.

mr watts is so monotonous and emotionless that it cracks me up. today he was explaining genetic structures and chromosomes and dna and all that, and he starts using jellyfish and pine trees as examples. used them as examples too much.

▪ "jellyfish have certain chromosomes that make them jellyfish."
▪ "for example, a jellyfish. it has certain genes that make them pink, or purple, or blue, or glow in the dark."
▪ "some scientists have taken the genes of a glow in the dark jellyfish to make glow in the dark mice."

then, he went on to conclude his jellyfishy speech: "it doesnt matter what, a mouse, a jellyfish, a pine tree or a human, they all have genes." then he sees brendan pointing at a table.

"no. thats a table. tables dont have genes."

watts is a beast. and i dont like separated paragraphs! this post is gonna look a bit oooogggglaaaay. went to cabramatta library after school with christie to research for history! yay, hitting the books. spent half an hour there, went to check out the books, and the computer says, "this item cannot be borrowed." excuse me! the vietnamese librarian lady said, "sorry, you cant borrow these" and was about to take them away but i said stop woman!

well i didnt. but all that time hunting down the books just for them to be taken away like that? its politics, not porn. why do i need to be an adult to borrow non-fiction books. i asked her, she didnt even know why i couldnt, so i suggested "maybe because my card is registered as a child.. but im 16 this year!" then shes like, "okay.." and goes on to change my age hahaha. i feel bad. she hesitated, cos really, shes not supposed to. but come on! im a good vietnamese girl studying republicanism! the book i borrowed was about 5cm thick. it was nice carrying it around cabramatta. yeah. nearly got bashed, but thats besides the point, isnt it? all in the name of expanding my miiiiind! someone give me a formula. kidding. just cos im a truong student.

speaking of truong, we were trying to come up with names to put on his jersey when its our year to give him one! genevieve came up with "trigongometry" (his last name is ngo, for all you people who only know him as truong the maths dictator.) michi suggested b1 for truong, and b2 for mr mai. i still stick with my suggestion of "cant touch this" on his jersey.

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i remember there was this lesson in year 3 maths. we were solving a question in some random text book on fractions, i think, about a person's bookshelf. she had a full bookshelf, and after counting how many green ones, how many red ones and how many blue ones and calculating all the percentages, the teacher said, "let me ask you something. since she has a full bookshelf, does this mean she likes reading? if you think this means yes, go to the right side of the room, if you think this means no, go to the left side of the room."

i had two friends in this class. they were cousins. they both stood by me on the left side, whilst the rest of the class ran over to the right side. obviously, i had strong doubts, because back then, the 'majority rules' thing still played a strong part in my belief on how society worked. it wasnt until they started doubting themselves strongly too, that one of the girls, grabbed the other girl's hand and ran over to the other side. i never felt more wrong or incorrect, and simply just because everybody else picked the other option.

the prospect of subject selections has brought about a lot of emotions in me, and in all the people i know. i guess we all know this isnt just choosing subjects, its deciding our future. the jumping up and down, screaming about what subjects to pick, pondering whether this science should be chosen, or that science should be chosen, how many units, offline or online: all of this stems from all of us wanting to achieve.

i have been stressed out of my wits. you guys know by now that i simply cannot make decisions without contemplating every single possibility associated with all the options presented before me. i know that my english beats my math anyday, but the fact that everyone i know is taking chemistry and im not, the fact that everyone is trying out for ext 2 math next year and im not, the fact that a lot of people have condemned biology and modern history has constantly been shaking my conscience. there was one point last night where i considered changing all my choices and putting chemistry as my first choice.

i woke up today and the first thing that popped up into my head was subject selections. and i thought about a lot of things. guys, i know a lot of you who are doing subjects you dont particularly want to do. i must say, its okay if you're good at it, but if you dont like the subject and dont really expect to do well in it, please dont choose it for next year. its easy to be swayed in this kinda environment, even me, the stubborn bitch who loves english, who nearly turned all my choices into science and mathematical subjects. ive asked too many of you, and too many of you have responded with the subjects you're choosing, groaning after the ones you really arent looking forward to taking at all. i know theres an ideal future you want to gain, but year 11 and 12 are going to be hectic and chaotic years. i, myself, know i dont want to trudge to class thinking 'when will this end?'. after all, subject selection gives us a chance to pick the subjects we like and we know we'll be able to excel in. a lot of us (especially truong students) wants to make our parents proud. i think they'll be even prouder if we do excellent, and genuinely love the careers we take in the future.

also, our grade has grown extremely close. i was scared thinking about the difference of my subjects and most of my close friends in my group, and basically, having no classes with them at all. but the environment provided by whoever's class i get to be in, i know, will nurture me through year 11 and 12. the unity of the class of 2012 really puts me at comfort sometimes.

so, i was standing there, on the other side of the room, the attention was obviously on me. the teacher sat down in her chair and asked each of the people on the other room why they taught the answer was yes. half of them said, "because she has a lot of books, why would she have books if she didnt like reading them" whilst some just smiled and didnt really have an answer at all. the teacher asked me, and i couldnt even find the words to explain my view. but the teacher did, something along these lines:

"just because the girl had a full bookshelf, doesnt mean she has to like reading. it might just be there, it might be for someone else, maybe she just likes collecting them. just because something seems right one way, doesnt mean it is that way."

English Ext 1, Maths Ext 1, Legal Studies, Music, Modern History, Biology

all in all. trust yourself. the choices you make for yourself, are the best ones. good luck in your subject selections, guys!

7 & 1 day: be with you
till my age disappears

Labels: subject selection

regional cross country at our school today. a lot of people, a lot of regions, a lot of little kiddies too. that just made me sound very pedophilic. catboy came, along with his mysterious year 12 friend. who he wouldnt talk to, whatta sad sad boy. his race didnt start till 12, but caught the train in the morning anyway just to see me, he's too sweeeet. i mean, id just stay home and sleep in lol!

scram today, once again! today i was given the role of being a mediator. basically, i had to act neutral, take no sides, and help the characters reach an agreement with their conflict. uh. me act neutral? do you know how hard it was?!? why do i always get suppressive roles. since today was the final round of the competition, we're keeping our fingers crossed, hoping to god we've gained enough marks to get into the next round! and next round, im going to play the bitchy, agro, boisterous character!

the adjudicator was rather unique. she dressed like a little christmas pixie today, wore green stockings and some sort of curly wurly red and green and white ribbon headband in her hair (compared to her rainbow skirt last time!), her skirt had shiny embellishments on them, and she wore wooden heels i think. and her voice is very high pitched, we all thought she faked it last time, but it's not, it's real! kabir had to pick her up from the train station, he walks in after she does into the library annex with a pissed off expression on his face. he walks to me, and whispers, "i had to pick her up, yeah? well i went there to pick her up. and she came late. then i forgot i had to pick her up. it was awkward." at the end she talked about having respect throughout the mediation.. i think she knew we were all bitching about her rofl. dayum.

catboy insisted on staying to watch the mediation, all the way till 5:30pm just to be able to catch the train home with me, just to make sure i get hoome safely. oh and he bought me sour straps. cant thank him enough, its unbelievable what he does! ♥ but yay, now he understands the process of mediation properly cos my explanations are usually even more blurry then.. cityrail windows, so now i can talk about mediation all i like and my best friend will understand what the heck im on about!

i've had this stuck in my head all damn week. i really really want to do this with alvin chung now, we'll dance it and everything. me and margaret danced lady gaga in the donut quad today, actually. anybody managed to catch it?

listening to like omg baby by dj earworm. this mashup is even better than the 2009 one. i especially like the part at 3:04, always makes me smile really really big that my teeth want to unroot themselves and run away.

today in english we were suggesting reality tv shows that miss skola could enter. the main reason to this was because she got eliminated on masterchef. (well okay, sharnee got eliminated but they look alike, dont you reckon?!) so now that her cooking journey has come to an end, i suggested australia's next top model, the x-factor, so you think you can dance but she said she had 'self respect'. so i said are you smarter than a 5th grader! but she just walked away. then vivian suggested border security. the. best. suggestion. yet. cracked up too much from that.

just also like to add that if it sounded like i was bragging about my english mark on my previous blog, it was not intended like that at all. okay, yeah?! we cool? lol dont want anymore of you guys feeling the same way the anonymous formspring person felt. full made me sad about my english mark hmph!

staying back at school till 5pm tomorrow for scram competition. the things i do for.. no one and no reason. eric's coming for regionals cross country, yay. so maybe ill be too happy from that and be oblivious to my tiredness. and it gets hella dark at 5pm, trains get scary. and no one gets off at fairfield with me. oh. deary. me. i want to go night shopping now that science assignment is done with actually!

ten netball teams representing hurlstone at grade sport lol! i know everyone there is very keen, giving it their best, i am not talking about ability or enthusiasm, it's just too too many people.. i think we're 80% of the competition or something, and most of the time it'll be hurlstone v hurlstone anyway. a storm of hurlstone girls swarming the netball courts every wednesday. and my team got pushed into the opens division. what. the. pocky sticks! ararrrrarr! and we got thrashed by the other hurlstone opens team today. which means james meehan might as well just put us in our coffins and bury us now. i cried today because teachers made me move to the other team, separation of me from my team, it was unbearable, it was heartbreaking, it was tear-duct-provoking, it was pms. i love how unserious we are during the game though, esp cos we all know each other, all the inside jokes, margaret and yvy yelling stuff like "go liza! we love your legs!"

i will be bringing guitar tomorrow. you will be bringing ear plugs tomorrow.

Labels: everyday

snazzy title huh? listening to a justin bieber sound-and-look-a-like and that's the title. its pretty catchy, just like all these songs. i dont know why i submit myself to these gimmicks, its just so so so so so catchy -self dignity drops-

eric texts me about the plane crash earrrrly in the morning. cos apparently his dad called to check if he was alright, awww. (what a daddy's boy.) so first he goes its a train head on collision, then he goes its a plane crashed onto the train, then its plane crashed somewhere else. then viv and me go on smh and verify our facts. because we never trust a sefton boy -smirk-

we all know i suck at creative writing. right? yeah, so why the fuck did i get full marks. its so unfair. i'm involved in three bets which stated that if the other beat me in the creative writing section of the english paper, they would pay me chocolate. but nooooo, damn english teachers! give me that kinda mark. michi got her paper back first with a 18/20, and i was so certain she'd beat me. because 18 is godly in creative writing for me, so i raise the bet to $50, but even michi was reluctant to shake then. because 18 is pretty damn high, right?! and miss skola hands mine back with a, "good work!". ..since when did she even show emotion?!?! i am very thankful for that mark, but why couldnt the english faculty give me that mark when i was expecting it. they choose to give it to me where it means i lose $50 and two Freddo Frogs. evil.

at recess we figured out our future medical centre:

margaret tram: dermatologist
vanessa ngothanh: plastic surgeon
michelle diep: general practionier
wendy tran: psychologost

i'll talk to the people who want plastic surgery due to self consciousness or those psycho whacko people who just want to look like barbie, then they'll go to vanessa. after a few years where they get a rash or a skin disease, they'll go to margaret. then once they're cured, they'll go to michelle for periodical check ups. yahuh!

in maths, we had coordinate geometry topic test and for the first time ever, vivian needed help! and i was glad to give it to her. because its usually just vivian finished the exam and i sit there crying inside. idk me and vivian just have this "no-cheating" in exams code of conduct. until today hahah. i did finish paper 2 all by myself though! and vivian helped me with part 4 of question 1, i was so dumb, didnt notice that it was just point of intersection, just worded technically.

about to teach piano. wearing my cookie monster hoodie and school tracksuits, i dont care how unprofessional i look. why school tracksuits? because i have no other tracksuits and i've worn these about twice to school in the four years that i've had them? they're like brand new, good insulators. keeping my legs all nice and yummy. keeping the heat out. they kept the heat out so much that i was standing next to the heater, and couldnt even feel it, only noticing after i could smell the cotton or nylon or whatever starting to burn. burrrrrrrrrrrrrn. and then i coughed and touched it with my hand. it hurt. my pants are alright though, relax. bro. yeah. bro. brew. bruh. bra.

and the athletics zone sheet on the sports noticeboard indicated that michelle made it to zone! hooray! especially because she didnt even attend the schools athletics carnival! and i made it to netball. apparently everyone who tried out made it to netball. get ready, macquarie fields / james meehan / ingleburn: 10 hurlstone netball teams which means approximately 90 hurlstone girls will swarm the courts tomorrow!

it'll be so funny if none of our teams make the finals.

why do people keep asking me what subjects im taking -shifty look-

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4:20AM 14-06-10 @ SBS

go the socceroos! yayayayayay. i feel like splashing green and gold all over me, and screaming all night long. and it's only 7:39pm at the moment. i remember waking up at 4 in 2006 to watch a socceroos match. resulting in being sick for the rest of the week. it was terrible. but this time, we're gonna win! i dont care, all you anti-socceroos people, and your psh-like-australia-is-gonna-win-the-world-cup attitude! nom nom nom go harry kewell, what a beast, he went to my primary schl yaa and lucas neill. cos he's hot. and tim cahill. ahhh go the socceroos! i need a socceroos scarf, flag, jersey and wig. i think i am blinded by patriotism.

dont worry, i am calm now. so what you pocky sticks been up to?

everytime i read day of the triffids i fall asleep, and its not because its boring, because it really is an interesting book. book. i dont even think you can call my copy a 'book', its pages all falling out everywhere, the cover is permanently detached from the actual pages, the cover is ripped and has been hopefully restored by green duct tape of some sort. and it smells funny. it smells like an old book should, a smell which i usually like, but this has a has-been-up-someone's-nostril feel to it. and the first person to borrow it dates back to 1988. if it was in a better condition, id feel honoured, but its not. everytime i read it, im scared ill catch some fungal disease.

and my internet doesnt work on my computer again. time to get my dad to crawl back under the house (inside joke, click here if you havent read it). go socceroos! come on guys, lets all stay up and get huge huge huge huge eyebags and support the socceroooooooooooooooos!!!!!!!!!

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thursday night was subject selection evening. i wasnt looking forward to it. besides it taking away from me my thursday night, i think it was just the whole aspect of selecting subjects that i did not want to face.

this is definitely deja vu, just with an extreme dose of pressure. remember choosing subjects in year 8 for year 9 and 10? this is worse though. everytime i think about it, the sentence, "this will define your future" always appears in my head and circles and circles and circles until my brain is clouded and the path of right from wrong is blurry. that's the thing: there is no right, or wrong, there shouldn't be. its choosing subjects that you want to do so you'll be motivated to learn, choosing subjects you know you will achieve in.

but the concept of right subjects from wrong subjects has been pressed upon me many times in the past two days. ive managed to go through days of discussing subjects with my ideal subject selection intact, not being influenced by scaling matters (i know this applies, but i didnt let it be a major factor in my decisions), the ideal career paths, the difficulty of my chosen subjects and what most people are doing, and that's the way it is supposed to be. the thing is i am easily swayed because i always have this belief that other people know better than me, but my extreme stubborness balances that out i guess.

it wasnt until last night where my wall came crashing down. my tutor asked one of my friends what subjects she was choosing. she listed them, starting with chemistry, before stating 'agriculture' which saw my tutor rose from calm to nazi. he then made the emphatic declaration that if you dont pick subjects like chemistry or physics, your hsc is basically screwed. he said there is no point in doing subjects like legal studies or business studies. he said most people who do chemistry and physics dont particularly like it, but they do it. he said, that in life, nobody will be happy with their job. but it's a job, just do it. he then said, "if you still want to do it, then do it, im just here to guide you."

i seriously had tears in my eyes! i dont get it, why? why cant i enjoy my job, why cant i enjoy subjects that im going to pick to decide what career i will get? i know there is some truth in what he said. maybe im just naive and not mature enough to face the cold real world, but ever since, ive always had this idea in my head that i will grow up, go to university and become something i truly wanted to be for the rest of my life.

i am english-orientated, so to speak. chemistry, physics, economics, business studies, maths ext 2 is not where i will be heading. and after a lot of thinking about it, i still am not going to be heading that way. a few of my friends have 'no idea' and you might feel this way, but i honestly believe everyone knows what they are interested in, everyone will realise what they're strong points are if they just take a while to look at their school life, what peroids they look forward to most, how they're performing. i guess im just trying to say, there will be people who know best for you, telling you what you should pick or should do. they will say things like, you're young you dont know what is the right choice yet. we all want to make our parents proud, but we can do that whilst studying subjects we are passionate about, and leading careers that we truly like. i know there are matters like ranking, scaling but dont let those factors become the major, significant ones in picking your subjects. i guess as long as you are certain with the subjects you're picking and will have no regrets, that's basically what this is about though right?

you in yourself should know what you're good at, and what you ought to be selecting as subjects for year 11 and 12. they are stressful years, and picking subjects you like and are good at is the least you could do for yourself, guys.

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western sydney ultimate frisbee competition at parramatta park today! a successful result, of course, the two hurlstone girl teams that entered gained equal 3rd place with each other! and hurlstone b also won the most spirited award, which was said to be of equal value to gaining 1st place in the comp, so well done :)

me and michi decided to catch the train from fairfield instead of travelling all the way up to glenfield, then all the way back down again. luckily, there was a train that went straight to parra without us having to interchange at granville. bought 69c bottle of water before we walked up to level 3 of westfields and took the escalator down to the road outside, where we advanced forward to parramatta park!

we forgot parramatta park was huge.. so when we got there, we found it quite hard to locate exactly where the frisbee tournament was. parramatta park is really big, okay, we stood in the middle, spun around, saw grass and grass and grass, then say beyond that that there was also more grass and more grass and more grass. too much grass. so we regained our spot in the middle of the park next to a footpath and asked ourselves: left or right? instincts came into play, and i chose right! because its only logical that right is right, right? right! and i was right! all the way down, and i mean all the damn way down, there it was! 2m boys chucking frisbees! do you know how scared we were to see that there was not another hurlstonian in sight? miss blake and the gang eventually came at 9. when she told us to be there at 8:30am. so much sleep loss.

the hurlstone war cry is too long, all these other schools seeming to have rehearsed their chants, and im just there going, "uh.. should we do the can-can?"

i was a hurlstone a member, yahuh! hurlstone a v hurlstone b were the best games of the day. we had to find a way to distinguish between the two teams so we voted that hurlstone b would untuck their arms out of their sleeves, spin their shirts around and wear it back to front. ah, talk about elegance. there was a tactic id like to call, whack the goddamn frisbee. basically, if our team couldnt score (cos we were in a score drought), we would at least just attack like crazy and not let the other team score. what i would do is stand in front of the person with the frisbee, yell "stalling! 1, 2, 3, 4.." and wave my arms around (this is allowed) and when they chuck the frisbee, ill smash it right back! and i succeeded most of the time! it hurted the most when amy went for a massive massive massive back hand and i intercepted with my hand open, not even fisted. gawwwd, it's still grazed D;

went parramatta westfields afterwards, so much sales, everywhere, seriously, bought a new headband and purse (not that i should.. i promised myself i wouldnt buy new wallets/purses after i splurged on those two oroton ones). and now my arms want to fall off. i am not exaggerating, it hurts with every letter i am typing here.

.. is someone voodoo-dolling me and my arm?

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i dont know how to make this seem exciting so here it is: school photos!

well the exclamation mark just ruined everything. in a way, i was kind of hyped, yknow, to see how damn short i am this year, watching people who i used to tower over in year 7 now on the top row while i stand next to angela. and that's pretty short (sorry angiepantsy). i used to enjoy school photos, dont know why dont ask! just something different from the everyday school routine i guess, but this year.. [dun dun dun sounds on creepy organ]

giant pimple! on my nose! and it wasnt one of those small ones, it was one of those massive massive red ones that feel like there's a needle under your skin! i detected it on saturday i think, when i was in the car being driven to piano. i was blowing my nose when i felt a little pain as i pressed against my nose: it was like finding out doomsday was a few seconds away. i knew i wouldnt be able to rid it before photo day! sad face times times ∞. so today, for the first time ever, i used make up for school photos. it helped a bit.. knowing me, i wouldnt know how to apply the stupid foundation crap onto my face properly. at recess, it was so hilarious how half the girls from year 10 were there, either fixing their hair, uniform, eyes, or just face in general like me and margaret were doing. we know we're not hot stuff so we had to try at least seem presentable! i put on the revlon custom creations liquid foundation, and revlon mineral colourstay powder before genevieve offered me some mascara! that didnt do much because it was too hard to curl lashes anywhere other than home hahah. i suck at make up. its a life skill im supposed to have, what is this.

actually, maybe i should learn which buttons to press on a laundry machine first.

tomorrow is ultimate frisbee gala day! yay! when people ask where im going to be tomorrow and i say that, they laugh. ultimate frisbee is still a sport. hmph. you just dont know how to flick it like us hurlstone frisbee girls (h) hopefully we finish early so me and michelle can go buy circle scarves from general pants! on monday, margaret notified us of this sale, and we started jumping up and down and i said, "omg michi-d, after frisbee we can catch a train to granville, then parra to go general pants!" and we get even more excited, then i go "hang on a minute!!!! we're already at parramatta! omg!" and we both start laughing hysterically, and were really high on oxygen, jittering and laughing non-stop for three or so minutes.

so i ran and hugged one of the poles holding up the shelter in front of the year 11 noticeboards.

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four days i havent blogged. believe it or not, ive been lying in bed watching how i met your mother and thinking, "theres something i havent done today. oh yeah, blog." then i think about my day and if its worth recounting and putting people through my bullshit, especially people who are nice enough to bother visiting this site. trust me guys, the past few days would've been less interesting than watching concrete dry with sticks of celery poking out of it.

happy birthday simon! you are one of the most spontaneous people i know :)

before i continue, i must bring this to your attention. when i write a blog, it has to look aesthetically pleasing i.e. the paragraphs have to be filled up, not too many paragraphs not too less, not too many single sentence paragaphs, the photo has to gain my eye's affection (you wouldnt believe how long i spend finding the right photo to put on each blog), if the sentences are too long and in turn makes a single word go to the next line i will fix that sentnece, all that jazz. like the last post. not my ideal style of post. too much empty space.. know what i mean? probably not. ah well. moving on. (yep its ocd).

friday meant attending one class and skipping the rest. first round of premier's debating challenge, and the hurlstone year 10 team, of course, came out victorious! i dont know about the rest of my team, but i do feel like we narrowly got out of that one. the topic was that single sex schools should be banned. it was our first and we were all nervous, especially kabir i think who kept saying, "sorry guys, i totally stuffed my speech up. shit. fuck. shit." whilst i told him to stfu because the adjudicator would be able to hear it. "shit," was his response. ya, real smart. now i dont mean to throw a lot of debating technicalities into your face, but when you rebut or refute a point made by the opposition, it will require a lot more than just saying, "the other team said this this this, they are wrong." you have to specify why they are wrong, outline the flaws, prove it incorrect, then link it back to why your case is right. picton took this to a whole new level (they are nice kids, its just this manner of debating really annoys me).

okay so i brought up the example of james ruse holding the top position on the hsc results for the past 13 years and its coeducational. i know, its a weakass example but i thought id go with it because they couldnt really refute it. but thats the thing, they did, along these lines: "the opposition said that james ruse has been the top school in nsw for the past 13 years and so co-educational schools are better, and hence single sex schools should be banned. how do they know this? where is their information from?"

.. that's your rebuttal?! where did i get my information from, you're going to rebut me, questioning my source and leaving it open ended like that? you could at least have said, "well james ruse being top does not prove anything. compared to the percentages of single sex schools, its appropriate for a coeducational school to hold first place" but noooo, you challenge my source. sigh. i dont like it when other teams directly question me like that. i once debated a team, and their arguments would revolve around questions like this: "we as the affirmative, challenge the negative to answer how coeducational schools have succeeded in the past couple of years" with a long, slurred emphasis on challenge.

challenge me? you wanna challenge me, brother? just because i dont have a penis doesnt mean i cant kick yours. luckily we didnt lose and got nice chocolate and vanilla cake (it was free) or else i would've burnt down both of those schools.

so eofys is upon us. and i have no opportunity to shop at all! gah! saturdays i have piano and sundays i have church. i really just wanna go to the shops and rummage through their sale piles. when i buy items on sale it makes me feel extra accomplished. like when i buy stuff from salvo's and vinnies that i absolutely am in love with e.g. my new bag that was only $5 that i carry around everywhere now. it says genuine leather. angela sniffed it (like she does to everything) and said it smelt new. smelt? smelled?

and sam stosur's loss last night made me want to never touch spaghetti again. but its too delicious.

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this picture makes me happy. when i grow up, i will marry someone that appreciates nice little slices of cakes and patisseries. sounds like someone gay doesnt it? well no! he doesnt necessarily have to love it with all his life, but he will take me to these little bakeries and buy me a slice of cake every friday evening. or gelato. or sushi. any of them will do! and speaking of which, miss eun was telling us about a japanese restaurant with live jazz! oh em gee, orgasm or what? click here for jazushi restaurant!

participated in the zone cross country. i regret it. the biggest waste of time, the biggest waste of $5 to represent my own school at the venue of.. oh wait, my own school?! what was the $5 for! mr wilson is such a con artist. so basically, i paid $5 to walk through 4km of thick thick thick mud, get my shoes brick hard with mud and to be a walking shame, because sierra and i were pretty much the last hurlstonians on the course. we decided to walk it, just jog the downhill parts. at the end, we didnt want to look bad so we sprinted like crazy, and took over like three or four people at the finish line. never knew i had so much energy in me.. maybe if i tried i would've at least come top 15 and at least would have burnt some calories. stupid $5, that's worth my bag that i thrifted from the salvo's, and that never involved any mud or cow mudcakes. or a combination.

first premier's debating round tomorrow! i dont now if im excited or not. alvin, wanna take first speaker for tomorrow? i think im losing brain cells from this tight headband im wearing at the moment. lately ive been missing out on so much class for scram, zone cross country, of the like, especially maths. next week is one hectic week too:

tuesday school photos
wednesday south western sydney ultimate frisbee competition
thursday subject selection evening
friday early finish 2pm

and i paid $6.60 for science competition which is happening on wednedsay! i have to go tell mr watts that im going to a frisbee tournment (imagine the humiliation when i say that) so he can let me do the test after/before. far out. and netball tryouts but im also going to miss out on that! and i need a haircut or else ill look like an ugly emo kid with a long ass fringe that covers their eye and thinks that its cool to do that. but i dont think that its cool to do that, so i need a haircut! oh pocky sticks, why does everything happen to me *whines.

today we had to make some copper wire spin using a battery and a magnet. some apparatus that i never managed to set up. so while i yelled for assistance, alan plaited my hair whilst i taught michelle about sexual relationships. mr watts came. and i made small talk with him, haha!

"so, sir, how did you become a science teacher?"
"because you get to do stuff."
"do stuff? then why didnt you become an ag teacher?"
"because they say never work with children or animals."
"do you like children?"
"for the most part."

best. conversation. ever. his monotonous voice and attitude makes science worth studying even though, honestly, i never understand what we're doing in practical or first hand investigations. he just cant explain properly.. that, or we just dont bother listening to him. poor man. do you know how many jokes are cracked about lightbulbs and science and in reference to his name? ah. why is it that all the white people have interesting last names. i want an interesting last name.

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"angela, please come to the office, your pizzas are here."

did anyone happen to catch that announcement over the speakers? indeed, our beloved friend angela ordered pizzas to be delivered via the school office. i could not stop laughing, but then it got pretty serious. got sent to deputy principal office but we all know mulligan is pretty nice and tolerant. the thing is, the pizza lady came ten minutes early and had to wait for lunch time to come, so the office lady thinking this was a mistake, called the contact number angela gave to pizza hut when she ordered, and angela picked up in class. which upsetted the office lady because its wrong to have people wait, to order pizza via the school and to have phone on during class.. angela, in fright, took out her sim card and grabbed me at the end of maths to go pick up the pizzas with her hahaha. they were nice pizzas though, for genevieve's belated party. hope she liked it, thank you to everyone that brought food.. i need to pay a couple of people back!

japanese taiko beat incursion today was so much fun. of course my ear drums are now bleeding probably for sitting right at the front. the singing bowl is especially awesome and is my favourite. the way the sean guy managed to move his hands so fast, and the other guy's sense of humour made it all worth my $5.

i really really want brogues. or doc martens. or doc marten look-a-likes. doc martens may be a bit too thick and chunky if you know what i mean. preferably a pair of brogues in black to match with black stockings! i dont like shoes with colour/detail when i get dressed in winter. i like the shoes to blend in with the stockings. also in need of a new pair of flats. my pair of three years is getting ready to rest in peace and i am getting ready to mourn.

to be honest, im only used to hearing bitching about me, from me. when it comes from another person, retold usually, it really just gets to me. i know i shouldnt let it bother me, but when others have certain beliefs and clouds of thoughts that arent particularly pleasant or accurate at all it makes me feel too insecure. and then i start questioning myself. whether all this bullshit has any angle of truth to it. its all that much more of a bother when its someone you gave your complete honesty and trust to. a good dose of kisschasy should fix this, because when i think about it. those opinions, really, wont keep them warm at night.

zone cross country tomorrow, gah. too tired!

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pregnancy testing, year assembly performance, new capo and salvo's

well, well, well! such a lovely photo of me, isnt it. day 2 of pregnancy testing cows for 10e and we've all finished! i would certainly not have said this at the time, but it was so much fun! yes, even the warm mushy bit where i was inside the cow. a lot happened, but i dont remember much because basically, the fear of shoving my hand through a tiny hole blinded me and shunned out a lot of things. i volunteered for vivian to go first out of the three of us! well we had to put michi last, right? the poor hygiene dettol girl. oh we love you michi-d. and well, i wanted to put vivian through the wrath first, ha. she's so brave and calm. she spent a while trying to locate the uterine ateries, but her cow was so nice! and it didnt excrete any mudcakes while she was up its bumhole, literally.

i made about 50 videos, so just editting them into one video at the mooment (hahaha get it? oh imm such a laughhhhhh.) so watch this space!

my cow was ginormous. i stood, looked at its behind and thought, "i have to go in there." its not everyday that you shove your hand up an ass. so i had to do it! once in a lifetime, man. how my hand got in there ill never know. its rectum kept tightening around my arm, probably trying to stop my blood circulation as revenge so someone will have to come and amputate my arm. and then it'll let its calf, who is developing inside the womb, eat it. evil cow! once i was inside. well it was warm. you guys would know, right? very warm, such big contrast from the freezing lubricant that we had to rub onto our glove (omg that was gross too.) everything was mushy and squishy and bouncy. time to locate the uterine arteries! it took me forever, just spirit-fingering away in there. when i first went inside the cow, i felt it, i just didnt know that that was indeed the artery that i was looking for. i just watched the video of me preg testing. and i made a lot of sex faces. so look out for that one.

year assembly performance was so much fun!

originally i was totally anti the song choice, wedding dress by taeyang but the english version by tommy c and j reyez. but after the performance in period 5, its now stuck in my head haha. in the morning, cheryl anne runs over to my group and tells me we had to perform for year 7 year assembly because they had no performances and the teacher wants to showcase examples to them. troi oi. it was so bad, we were not prepared and voices in the morning are horrible because you just kinda woke up! but for the year 10 one, it was so much more comfortable singing. and in front of our own peers! i loved loved the feeling. except for the seizure light effects. and the pink green blue red yellow changing spotlight on the stage. and alvin chung's rap part, yeeee boy! i love how everyone's been so supportive and nice and giving me great feedback even if its just to make me feel better :')

and so miss young annouced at the assembly that my story's made it as a finalist into the final judging stages of the henry lawson something? yeah well i just checked on the internet and i didnt win. there goes $498034968049568504968405968. why is it that all the posh and private "colleges" (its just high school, gawwwwd!) wins competitions?! i remember in year 6 where nicholas, kabir, margaret, thai, brendan, karen and i (whoa all hurlstonians too haha) were involved in engquest, a competition where we had to construct a playground with a limited budget of $8000, and we came first in our zone! then went on to state and lost to an anglican college. darn! always those public schools, we still got highly commended, so non technically speaking, 3rd place! look, proof: click here and go to page 6!

10a1 got consumer arithmetic (saving and borrowing) topic test results back. the worst fail in the history of 10a1, with scores ranging from 40% to 98%, average being 72%. what. the. hotdog?! i got 72% and i was just thinking, "i bet genevieve and vivian and michelle all got 98%" but we all got around the same rofl. and the best part was, we werent even upset. because it was a mutual a1 fail. see, see how the 10a1 family rolls?! i made up formulas in my exam. and i still got marks for it. and i was the only one answering mr dillon's questions today in maths, poor man.

then the class next door.. b2? b1? c? idk, started counting from 1-20 really loudly and got all excited. then i screamed, "Sir can we do that!" and mr dillon replies, "no! it's too complicated! there arent any formulas for that, 10a1 can't do it!" (reference to our consumer results.) and im like, "pleease sir" and he's like, "no, dont you start!" stupidddddd, ah well, he wears cardigans and gives out scratch and sniff stickers and has a sense of humour :D

after school, went to buy a capo! bought a dunlop one, $40. the man gave me a discount of $5 cos i said i couldnt afford it if it was $45. and the other one which was $25 was huge.. and had all these weird metal bits sticking out of it and i really did not want to carry that around. no, im not worried about injuring others, im worried about injuring myself. you know me. and the funny thing is, i used a $100 note to pay rofl! well i meant afford as in.. dont have the budget to spend $40 just on a stupid clip. sorry, not stupid! because the capo has changed my life! aahh! songs in a higher ranger finally.

then i went to salvos and i thrifted something good, finally! oh my god. a lovely brown tan bag! i love love love love love it! so much! cant wait to wear it! and and and i went home to a big bag on my bed! and guess what! my mum bought me owl earrings, a cropped cardigan with pearls sewn on the front, a new night light and stockings! she's the bestttttt! ah such a great great day.

thank you so much for reading or even scrolling thus far! :)

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cheap thrills performance today was enjoyable, a bit pointless. hurlstone kids arent like that! teachers shouldnt worry about us hijacking cars, selling our cd's for $5 to buy pot and smoking. like vanessa said, the kind of pressure we're exposed to is the pressure to get 99.95 in our hsc. my $3 was not wasted though. because whenever a man plays a woman and exaggerates the fingers and hair flicking, it's funny. jordan kerr playing aunty pat was absolutely hilarious: i know i know.

just had to call someone on my stainless steel mobile. winter and stainless steel dont mix.

hypocrisy: insincerity by virtue of pretending to have qualities or beliefs that you do not really have. (there was this definition: of the demagogue criticalness trustfulness fakery, but dont you just hate it when you go to look up a word in the dictionary, only having to look up another word to find out its meaning, then putting back into the context of the definition of the first word? and stupid dictionary meanings that are like, "noun of the word blah blah blah". no. that's not a real definition! you're not a real dictionary!) i hate hypocrites. and i am hypocritical in saying that. but my point still stands. its like the two ends of a magnet. north and north dont attract, they repel. when i meet people who are hypocrites, like me, i cant stand it. (see i am scientific after all, referring to magnets, that b on my report was well deserved.) ive been confronted by such hypocritical situations in the past few days, its made me all sad like kevin rudd was/is.

opens netball tomorrow. i hate playing opens. i know im 159cm, i dont need that rubbed in my face. its like im a pebble, and all the other players are giant rocks. monoliths. like uluru. im playing netball against running ulurus. feel for me.

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my mum's birthday today, the one and only mother wendzilla. ya. approximately 15 years and 9 months of her life was spent on me. i fail to acknowledge her efforts most of the time, but i told her today, when she turns 100, i'll get her the biggest triple story durian cake ever. she's always stood up for me, never pressured me to take chemistry and physics even though i know she wants me to, always putting me first. except for that time at jamberoo when we were on the splash out water slide ride together. i was sitting in her lap. nearing the end of the water tunnel, she saw the pool at the end where you're meant to slide into. she started to panic because she cant swim, and instead of putting her legs down and standing up (because it was pretty much a baby pool), she decides to lunge forward, basically lying on top of me, as i struggled to get up. i knew how to swim, but its hard with a 48kg body on top of you, scurrying and kicking crazily. everytime i'd swim around her, poke my head up ready to take a gasp of air, she'd grab my head, in turn pushing it down into the depths of the disgusting salty jamberoo water again. i could've drowned that day. oooooooooo spooky music here. yeah, mum, i'll teach you how to swim one day.

got so bored yesterday that i painted my nails all different colours. i originally tried to make it blend from purple to blue, but gave up half way, so what you guys will see tomorrow is a tacky mess. don't laugh. that's mean.

i had a dream that i had to prepare a five minute speech in five minutes. i was stepping up onto the stage when i opened my eyes, realised it was 8:35am, and that tutor started at 8:45am. went cabramatta after tutor to get my mum a nice asian cake. went by bliss, the shop that sells forcast stuff on john st, and saw three pussy bow blouses! jess t and tumblr inspires me. they were cream and had pearl buttons too, mmmm. totally obsessed with pearls right now. saw two beauuutifulll skirts: a black frilly pleated one with a zipper at the back and a cobalt swishy swashy blue one, high elastic waisted both $20.30! i need i need i need.

a lot of people have asked me what do i do at church. ive been going ever since i was born, every sunday. when i was a toddler, i was part of the choir, so when the adults had their mass, all the kids would go to the back and learn beginner stuff, and songs to celebrate easter and christmas. that carried on till i was 13, then the person who ran those classes got married, and moved to melbourne. so the pastor, held a vote to elect a new teacher, and i got it, along with the position of 'music coordinator'. im also in charge of costumes, and decorations for special occasions e.g. for christmas i set up christmas trees, organise candles, tinsel etc. nowadays, when i go to church, i play the piano when the adults sing their songs of worship etc, then when the pastor gets up to explain the bible (cbb using church lingo), i take all the children out to the back and teach them songs to perform every beginning of month, kinda like basic scripture stuff. and at the beginning of every month, there's communion, which means i get a piece of bread and wine. yeah, ta-dah, what i do at church!

Labels: birthday, dreams

i dont know why, but lately, the concept of karma has been pulsating in my head. and i cant say its a bad thing, because its driven me to do things for others, tolerate a lot of crap and put other people's feelings before mine, more than i usually would. for example, two years ago, i was in the canteen line and this girl, let's call her ℓ, asked me to buy her a drink, gave me the exact money. i was too scared to say no to someone older than me even though the idea didnt quite appeal to me. when i was finished at the window, she snatched her drink, snatching the change in my hand as well. and you know, i was in year 8 then, $1 meant quite a lot considering i had to buy lunch every day, and only had $10 allowance a week. (its risen now, hehe.) so i went to look for her after my friends said it was my right to my money. found ℓ, she said, "oh, come back tomorrow, i just spent it." i came back to her the next day, she said, "oh tomorrow, ill bring it tomorrow." i knew i wasnt going to get it back! buuuuuuut oooh, that afternoon, i found a $1 coin on the train seat! and it was right there, in the open. no one else had picked it up. coincedence? well.. probably. but i like the idea of karma. makes me feel like at least theres some mystical force kicking ass serving justice in this world.

i want to go watch toy story 3.

won our debate against picton yesterday! it was a tough one, so relieved when the adjudicator announced that the affirmative had won. that's two out of two wins for the year 10 team! :D got my report too, first page i flipped to was english, and a lot of my friends will already know this, but i got a b and i was not smiling at all and complained for the rest of the day :( yeah, getting a b is good, but the only subject i expected to get an a in was english, and with my exam mark on that scale page thingy at the beginning of our reports, i thought that was enough awwww :( vivian kept saying, its good! a b is good! its high achievement! but if i cant even get an a in my strongest subject. makes me feel rather inferior. michi and vivian got 6 a's, who's turn to hate who now?! (mine). when michelle is quiet you know she did good in an exam/reports haha. psychological analysis on my part. this is not my worst report though.. cos my science was above average this time!

i am currently eating one of those ufo chalk lollipops? catchin' my drift?

this whole week has gone by with me not being able to recall much at all. i read my previous blogs and i remember, but the stress of subjects really has blinded me. thats how bothered i was by it! i changed agriculture to number 4, sacrificing modern history 30 seconds before i went into his office. and i felt so relieved, i felt like it was the right thing to do. then at debating. i had some sort of epiphany and wanted to pull my lungs out thinking, "noooo moderrrrn historyyyyyy!" going to go talk to mr mulligan on monday and hand in another form to change subjects, leaving my choices as follow, exactly the same choices i made a year ago for myself (very happy with them too!): 1 legal studies 2 biology 3 music 4 modern history 5 agriculture 6 pdhpe. there's always this look of doubt in people when i dont mention chemistry. well at least that's how i interpret their stares.

listening to mazeltov by ze:a. in the first 15 seconds, it sounds like they're chanting chà bông (pork floss, in vietnamese). listen here and tell me what you think!

Labels: debate, everyday, subject selection

(got english story back! will type up later today or tomorrow after schl!)

the creating connections session today infuriated me and evoked emotions i have never experienced before.

whilst in progress of the pirate hat activity, i hear punching and shoving. i turn around and two kids, lets call them c and s, were in a tangle. it was obvious to me in a matter of a second, that s was struggling to get away without any form of retaliation (not even shoving or pushing back, just striving to free himself), whilst c was determined on hurting this guy. (yes, it was two boys. why are you not surprised?) you can say the 6 of us year 10s there were being irresponsible, not being able to control the year 7s, but it all happened too fast. and where was miss macqueen!

let me say that the pirate hat activity does not outline anything about acting like pirates. i quickly get in between to push the two apart and failed, so grabbed onto c, as s was basically under him by now, and pulled him away. i separated them, standing in between, telling them to calm down before i asked to hear their sides of the stories, because such actions could only stem from something. and i wanted to know what that something was for them to seem such actions as necessary! they were only year 7s after all, and were close friends!

this was what both of them agreed on: c had used masking tape to tape s's bag to the railings. after s found it hard to remove from the railings, he took c's bag and placed it in a toilet cubicle, touching the toilet. c found his bag there. c agreed that he started the fight. he agreed that there was kicking, pushing and punching s's head (rather strong punching i must say, i heard that sound that your knuckles would make against a wooden table). to be honest, my interpretation of the story would be c did it as a joke to begin with. s decided to retaliate, but all in the name of good fun as they were best friends after all! c didnt like it and started a fight, but s did not fight back, he simply tried to walk away.

am i being bias to have taken s's side? i dont like people with that sort of inflated ego that states i can mess with you all i want but you touch me and you're dead. it angered me to the core, after seeing and hearing the story, and witnessing the expression on s's face. jordan kerr calls them over, and c denies all the violence. "i didnt punch him" and the moment he said that, i swear, i had enough anger to did exactly what he did to s, but thank god for self control. mitchell was angry too, as we both instantly said, "c we saw you do it". jordan kerr asked him, "why did you tape his bag to the ceiling?" c says, "it was funny." jordan asks, "would it be funny if someone did it to your bag?" c says, "yes." contradictory or what, the guy lashed out and nearly knocked the brains out of the poor boy! miss macqueen, oh where the hell was she, decides to turn up five minutes later after the bell went. so much for supervision. we tell her the story, seeking some sort of separation for future creating connection groups.

it makes me feel horrible that i cant prove the bullying on c's part. s shouldnt have touched c's bag, but i understand why, they were friends, it was seen as fun. s saw it as fun when c did it, why couldnt c see it as 'fun' when it was done to him? this wasnt the first time that this sort of behaviour had been exhibited by c, ive seen it before. i wonder who else he has punched four times in the head in the span of three seconds. i went to japanese feeling fiery, and at the same time, hopeless. it just made me want to be a lawyer that much more. imagine how passionate i would feel though, when i get a case that isnt just some kid punching another over a location of a bag.

onto something a bit historical.

julia gillard. i dont like her. i know its the first female prime minister, i should be whoo so happy yay lets throw a party. but no! just no! stupid woman, we didnt vote her in! she doesnt deserve to be there. i dont know anything about politics.. but how dare she turn on kevin rudd! (i dont know if she did, but.. bitch! rofl!) dont get me wrong, im not anti feminist or anything, its great to have female prime minsters but why did it have to be herrrrrrrrrr. i dont like change at all. my muscles keep fidgeting knowing that they are under the prime ministerism of julia gillard.

subject selection forms due tomorrow and i am still umm-ing and ah-ing. talked to miss blake today, and now am tempted to do agriculture instead of biology. she was right though, our main objective should be to get a high as possible atar, not worrying about course requirements and everything else too much. making another trip to fairfield library later to acquire a few hsc text books, then i will be making my final decisions. (so tempted to do chemistry and agriculture now after flipping through text books. doing biology by itself would be useless, like that person brought to my attention on formspring.)

good luck guys. we can do this. ♥

edit 8:18pm sitting here with text books: two biology ones, a modern history one, a pdhpe one, a chemistry one and a legal studies one. gonna read and see which one i vomit over first and that one definitely is not gonna be one of my choices.

Labels: creating connections, subject selection

Australia’s first female Prime Minister tomorrow?
By John, Telling Thoughts

At 10.20 pm EST, Wednesday 23rd June 2010 the Australian Prime Minister Kevin Rudd announced that his leadership would be challenged by his deputy Julia Gillard at a specially convened meeting of Federal Labor Party representatives at 9am Thursday, at Parliament House in Canberra ACT.

Mr Rudd acknowledged that over recent weeks he had become aware that factions of the Party no longer supported him as leader and as late as today Australia’s biggest unions also indicated they no longer supported the Prime Minister.

All indications are that South Australian Julia Gillard has the numbers to become Australia’s first female Prime Minister but the stubborn Mr Rudd stipulated he will contest the challenge and was anxious to get on with the delivery of his programs.

Tomorrow will be an important day in Australian political history, the outcome of which will decide who will lead the Labor Party in the forthcoming federal election.

australia's first female prime minister tomorrow? why am i so unupdated, what's happening! this feels weird again. im such a conservative bitch. i should be happy, a milestone for women in australian politics. but i hate change!

anyway so instead of completing my geography assignment, im going to provide some history stress relief for you beautiful people. i did mine on paul keating, one of my most favourite public speakers ever. doing assignments out of text books can be so much easier. note to self: use library card more often.

before i commenced writing this blog, i was talking to eric, kyleen and johnny. happily, happily talking to my fellow year 10 colleagues. and suddenly. there it was. my peripheral vision caught sight of something moving. i dont know if you know this but i reckon im rather observant. if i walk into a familiar room, i will be able to point out everything that has changed since the last time ive been there. which makes it easier to detect my mum cleaning my room, like the last time, where she moved a rose petal that was on my bedside table. and denied it. she denied it! i asked her if she had been in my room and she said, "no!" and i said "well where's the rose petal on my table then" and she pretended not to hear. whilst chopping her onions. those lousy onions. back to the story. there. it. was.

a spider.

i dont like any kind of creepy crawlies arachniddy kinda things. why cant they all leave me alone and not exist near me! yeah yeah i know they're part of the ecosystem, disrupt the circle of life, you hippie. i screamed, hastily messaged brb to my friends (who knows if i would remain alive after this traumatic experience?) ran outside, got some morteeeeein and sprayed its spidery ass! the amount of sprays i used even after it was confirmed dead by my inner forensic self was yes, unnecessary. but i am alive! oh im such a beast. (eric, i know youre going to hate me for killing something that was doing no harm, im sorry, you know how scared i get!)

might be getting our reports tomorrow, brace yourselves! and creating connections leaders, bullying workshop for year 7s!

christie gave me no fragrance moisturiser today. the first moisturising my legs got ever since i was.. 1 probably? my nose just cant stand those smells that are meatn to be "lovely". i cant stand strong perfumes, i cant stand moisturising lotions, i cant stand foundation smells. my sense of smell is very sensitive. how annoying. now i will never be able to go on masterchef and accomplish my life long dream of opening a fish and chips shop.

australia v serbia 4:30am! im definitely depriving myself of sleep for that. if a ref gives out another red card, i swear, i will take the carpet in the lounge room out from under the couches and coffee table, vaccuum it, wash it, hang it up to dry, unpeg it from the clothes line, drag it onto railway parade, stand in the middle of the road, lie down, and put the carpet on top of me. sigh, my name is earl inspires me to achieve.

Labels: spider story where wendy prevails

did somebody need history assignment notification? click here! thanks to simon wang for sending it to me yesterday.

grace's party! having parties on the actual person's birthday has lost its value because its always expected, so we've all agreed to celebrate it on a completely different day altogether! went to coles yesterday to buy chips, man, the eofys effect on coles is sensational: $3 for a tub of peter's cookies and cream. we stole thumb tacks off other year's noticeboards to create that montage to grace haha. the party had an orange theme, from the thumb tacks to vivian's fiesta decorations! grace came, after danica managed to distract her for a while (the most suss excuse ever: come toilet with me im scared? rofl!) and we sang and screamed like crazzzy. binged. binged. binged. then we started throwing skittles in the air, trying to catch them with our mouths and after about 5 minutes, hackett came along and told us off. "who's gonna clean this up!" grace says, "we will" and shuts hackett up. you go, birthday gal.

mr watts is so monotonous and emotionless that it cracks me up. today he was explaining genetic structures and chromosomes and dna and all that, and he starts using jellyfish and pine trees as examples. used them as examples too much.

▪ "jellyfish have certain chromosomes that make them jellyfish."
▪ "for example, a jellyfish. it has certain genes that make them pink, or purple, or blue, or glow in the dark."
▪ "some scientists have taken the genes of a glow in the dark jellyfish to make glow in the dark mice."

then, he went on to conclude his jellyfishy speech: "it doesnt matter what, a mouse, a jellyfish, a pine tree or a human, they all have genes." then he sees brendan pointing at a table.

"no. thats a table. tables dont have genes."

watts is a beast. and i dont like separated paragraphs! this post is gonna look a bit oooogggglaaaay. went to cabramatta library after school with christie to research for history! yay, hitting the books. spent half an hour there, went to check out the books, and the computer says, "this item cannot be borrowed." excuse me! the vietnamese librarian lady said, "sorry, you cant borrow these" and was about to take them away but i said stop woman!

well i didnt. but all that time hunting down the books just for them to be taken away like that? its politics, not porn. why do i need to be an adult to borrow non-fiction books. i asked her, she didnt even know why i couldnt, so i suggested "maybe because my card is registered as a child.. but im 16 this year!" then shes like, "okay.." and goes on to change my age hahaha. i feel bad. she hesitated, cos really, shes not supposed to. but come on! im a good vietnamese girl studying republicanism! the book i borrowed was about 5cm thick. it was nice carrying it around cabramatta. yeah. nearly got bashed, but thats besides the point, isnt it? all in the name of expanding my miiiiind! someone give me a formula. kidding. just cos im a truong student.

speaking of truong, we were trying to come up with names to put on his jersey when its our year to give him one! genevieve came up with "trigongometry" (his last name is ngo, for all you people who only know him as truong the maths dictator.) michi suggested b1 for truong, and b2 for mr mai. i still stick with my suggestion of "cant touch this" on his jersey.

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i remember there was this lesson in year 3 maths. we were solving a question in some random text book on fractions, i think, about a person's bookshelf. she had a full bookshelf, and after counting how many green ones, how many red ones and how many blue ones and calculating all the percentages, the teacher said, "let me ask you something. since she has a full bookshelf, does this mean she likes reading? if you think this means yes, go to the right side of the room, if you think this means no, go to the left side of the room."

i had two friends in this class. they were cousins. they both stood by me on the left side, whilst the rest of the class ran over to the right side. obviously, i had strong doubts, because back then, the 'majority rules' thing still played a strong part in my belief on how society worked. it wasnt until they started doubting themselves strongly too, that one of the girls, grabbed the other girl's hand and ran over to the other side. i never felt more wrong or incorrect, and simply just because everybody else picked the other option.

the prospect of subject selections has brought about a lot of emotions in me, and in all the people i know. i guess we all know this isnt just choosing subjects, its deciding our future. the jumping up and down, screaming about what subjects to pick, pondering whether this science should be chosen, or that science should be chosen, how many units, offline or online: all of this stems from all of us wanting to achieve.

i have been stressed out of my wits. you guys know by now that i simply cannot make decisions without contemplating every single possibility associated with all the options presented before me. i know that my english beats my math anyday, but the fact that everyone i know is taking chemistry and im not, the fact that everyone is trying out for ext 2 math next year and im not, the fact that a lot of people have condemned biology and modern history has constantly been shaking my conscience. there was one point last night where i considered changing all my choices and putting chemistry as my first choice.

i woke up today and the first thing that popped up into my head was subject selections. and i thought about a lot of things. guys, i know a lot of you who are doing subjects you dont particularly want to do. i must say, its okay if you're good at it, but if you dont like the subject and dont really expect to do well in it, please dont choose it for next year. its easy to be swayed in this kinda environment, even me, the stubborn bitch who loves english, who nearly turned all my choices into science and mathematical subjects. ive asked too many of you, and too many of you have responded with the subjects you're choosing, groaning after the ones you really arent looking forward to taking at all. i know theres an ideal future you want to gain, but year 11 and 12 are going to be hectic and chaotic years. i, myself, know i dont want to trudge to class thinking 'when will this end?'. after all, subject selection gives us a chance to pick the subjects we like and we know we'll be able to excel in. a lot of us (especially truong students) wants to make our parents proud. i think they'll be even prouder if we do excellent, and genuinely love the careers we take in the future.

also, our grade has grown extremely close. i was scared thinking about the difference of my subjects and most of my close friends in my group, and basically, having no classes with them at all. but the environment provided by whoever's class i get to be in, i know, will nurture me through year 11 and 12. the unity of the class of 2012 really puts me at comfort sometimes.

so, i was standing there, on the other side of the room, the attention was obviously on me. the teacher sat down in her chair and asked each of the people on the other room why they taught the answer was yes. half of them said, "because she has a lot of books, why would she have books if she didnt like reading them" whilst some just smiled and didnt really have an answer at all. the teacher asked me, and i couldnt even find the words to explain my view. but the teacher did, something along these lines:

"just because the girl had a full bookshelf, doesnt mean she has to like reading. it might just be there, it might be for someone else, maybe she just likes collecting them. just because something seems right one way, doesnt mean it is that way."

English Ext 1, Maths Ext 1, Legal Studies, Music, Modern History, Biology

all in all. trust yourself. the choices you make for yourself, are the best ones. good luck in your subject selections, guys!

7 & 1 day: be with you
till my age disappears

Labels: subject selection

regional cross country at our school today. a lot of people, a lot of regions, a lot of little kiddies too. that just made me sound very pedophilic. catboy came, along with his mysterious year 12 friend. who he wouldnt talk to, whatta sad sad boy. his race didnt start till 12, but caught the train in the morning anyway just to see me, he's too sweeeet. i mean, id just stay home and sleep in lol!

scram today, once again! today i was given the role of being a mediator. basically, i had to act neutral, take no sides, and help the characters reach an agreement with their conflict. uh. me act neutral? do you know how hard it was?!? why do i always get suppressive roles. since today was the final round of the competition, we're keeping our fingers crossed, hoping to god we've gained enough marks to get into the next round! and next round, im going to play the bitchy, agro, boisterous character!

the adjudicator was rather unique. she dressed like a little christmas pixie today, wore green stockings and some sort of curly wurly red and green and white ribbon headband in her hair (compared to her rainbow skirt last time!), her skirt had shiny embellishments on them, and she wore wooden heels i think. and her voice is very high pitched, we all thought she faked it last time, but it's not, it's real! kabir had to pick her up from the train station, he walks in after she does into the library annex with a pissed off expression on his face. he walks to me, and whispers, "i had to pick her up, yeah? well i went there to pick her up. and she came late. then i forgot i had to pick her up. it was awkward." at the end she talked about having respect throughout the mediation.. i think she knew we were all bitching about her rofl. dayum.

catboy insisted on staying to watch the mediation, all the way till 5:30pm just to be able to catch the train home with me, just to make sure i get hoome safely. oh and he bought me sour straps. cant thank him enough, its unbelievable what he does! ♥ but yay, now he understands the process of mediation properly cos my explanations are usually even more blurry then.. cityrail windows, so now i can talk about mediation all i like and my best friend will understand what the heck im on about!

i've had this stuck in my head all damn week. i really really want to do this with alvin chung now, we'll dance it and everything. me and margaret danced lady gaga in the donut quad today, actually. anybody managed to catch it?

listening to like omg baby by dj earworm. this mashup is even better than the 2009 one. i especially like the part at 3:04, always makes me smile really really big that my teeth want to unroot themselves and run away.

today in english we were suggesting reality tv shows that miss skola could enter. the main reason to this was because she got eliminated on masterchef. (well okay, sharnee got eliminated but they look alike, dont you reckon?!) so now that her cooking journey has come to an end, i suggested australia's next top model, the x-factor, so you think you can dance but she said she had 'self respect'. so i said are you smarter than a 5th grader! but she just walked away. then vivian suggested border security. the. best. suggestion. yet. cracked up too much from that.

just also like to add that if it sounded like i was bragging about my english mark on my previous blog, it was not intended like that at all. okay, yeah?! we cool? lol dont want anymore of you guys feeling the same way the anonymous formspring person felt. full made me sad about my english mark hmph!

staying back at school till 5pm tomorrow for scram competition. the things i do for.. no one and no reason. eric's coming for regionals cross country, yay. so maybe ill be too happy from that and be oblivious to my tiredness. and it gets hella dark at 5pm, trains get scary. and no one gets off at fairfield with me. oh. deary. me. i want to go night shopping now that science assignment is done with actually!

ten netball teams representing hurlstone at grade sport lol! i know everyone there is very keen, giving it their best, i am not talking about ability or enthusiasm, it's just too too many people.. i think we're 80% of the competition or something, and most of the time it'll be hurlstone v hurlstone anyway. a storm of hurlstone girls swarming the netball courts every wednesday. and my team got pushed into the opens division. what. the. pocky sticks! ararrrrarr! and we got thrashed by the other hurlstone opens team today. which means james meehan might as well just put us in our coffins and bury us now. i cried today because teachers made me move to the other team, separation of me from my team, it was unbearable, it was heartbreaking, it was tear-duct-provoking, it was pms. i love how unserious we are during the game though, esp cos we all know each other, all the inside jokes, margaret and yvy yelling stuff like "go liza! we love your legs!"

i will be bringing guitar tomorrow. you will be bringing ear plugs tomorrow.

Labels: everyday

snazzy title huh? listening to a justin bieber sound-and-look-a-like and that's the title. its pretty catchy, just like all these songs. i dont know why i submit myself to these gimmicks, its just so so so so so catchy -self dignity drops-

eric texts me about the plane crash earrrrly in the morning. cos apparently his dad called to check if he was alright, awww. (what a daddy's boy.) so first he goes its a train head on collision, then he goes its a plane crashed onto the train, then its plane crashed somewhere else. then viv and me go on smh and verify our facts. because we never trust a sefton boy -smirk-

we all know i suck at creative writing. right? yeah, so why the fuck did i get full marks. its so unfair. i'm involved in three bets which stated that if the other beat me in the creative writing section of the english paper, they would pay me chocolate. but nooooo, damn english teachers! give me that kinda mark. michi got her paper back first with a 18/20, and i was so certain she'd beat me. because 18 is godly in creative writing for me, so i raise the bet to $50, but even michi was reluctant to shake then. because 18 is pretty damn high, right?! and miss skola hands mine back with a, "good work!". ..since when did she even show emotion?!?! i am very thankful for that mark, but why couldnt the english faculty give me that mark when i was expecting it. they choose to give it to me where it means i lose $50 and two Freddo Frogs. evil.

at recess we figured out our future medical centre:

margaret tram: dermatologist
vanessa ngothanh: plastic surgeon
michelle diep: general practionier
wendy tran: psychologost

i'll talk to the people who want plastic surgery due to self consciousness or those psycho whacko people who just want to look like barbie, then they'll go to vanessa. after a few years where they get a rash or a skin disease, they'll go to margaret. then once they're cured, they'll go to michelle for periodical check ups. yahuh!

in maths, we had coordinate geometry topic test and for the first time ever, vivian needed help! and i was glad to give it to her. because its usually just vivian finished the exam and i sit there crying inside. idk me and vivian just have this "no-cheating" in exams code of conduct. until today hahah. i did finish paper 2 all by myself though! and vivian helped me with part 4 of question 1, i was so dumb, didnt notice that it was just point of intersection, just worded technically.

about to teach piano. wearing my cookie monster hoodie and school tracksuits, i dont care how unprofessional i look. why school tracksuits? because i have no other tracksuits and i've worn these about twice to school in the four years that i've had them? they're like brand new, good insulators. keeping my legs all nice and yummy. keeping the heat out. they kept the heat out so much that i was standing next to the heater, and couldnt even feel it, only noticing after i could smell the cotton or nylon or whatever starting to burn. burrrrrrrrrrrrrn. and then i coughed and touched it with my hand. it hurt. my pants are alright though, relax. bro. yeah. bro. brew. bruh. bra.

and the athletics zone sheet on the sports noticeboard indicated that michelle made it to zone! hooray! especially because she didnt even attend the schools athletics carnival! and i made it to netball. apparently everyone who tried out made it to netball. get ready, macquarie fields / james meehan / ingleburn: 10 hurlstone netball teams which means approximately 90 hurlstone girls will swarm the courts tomorrow!

it'll be so funny if none of our teams make the finals.

why do people keep asking me what subjects im taking -shifty look-

Labels: everyday, exams

4:20AM 14-06-10 @ SBS

go the socceroos! yayayayayay. i feel like splashing green and gold all over me, and screaming all night long. and it's only 7:39pm at the moment. i remember waking up at 4 in 2006 to watch a socceroos match. resulting in being sick for the rest of the week. it was terrible. but this time, we're gonna win! i dont care, all you anti-socceroos people, and your psh-like-australia-is-gonna-win-the-world-cup attitude! nom nom nom go harry kewell, what a beast, he went to my primary schl yaa and lucas neill. cos he's hot. and tim cahill. ahhh go the socceroos! i need a socceroos scarf, flag, jersey and wig. i think i am blinded by patriotism.

dont worry, i am calm now. so what you pocky sticks been up to?

everytime i read day of the triffids i fall asleep, and its not because its boring, because it really is an interesting book. book. i dont even think you can call my copy a 'book', its pages all falling out everywhere, the cover is permanently detached from the actual pages, the cover is ripped and has been hopefully restored by green duct tape of some sort. and it smells funny. it smells like an old book should, a smell which i usually like, but this has a has-been-up-someone's-nostril feel to it. and the first person to borrow it dates back to 1988. if it was in a better condition, id feel honoured, but its not. everytime i read it, im scared ill catch some fungal disease.

and my internet doesnt work on my computer again. time to get my dad to crawl back under the house (inside joke, click here if you havent read it). go socceroos! come on guys, lets all stay up and get huge huge huge huge eyebags and support the socceroooooooooooooooos!!!!!!!!!

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thursday night was subject selection evening. i wasnt looking forward to it. besides it taking away from me my thursday night, i think it was just the whole aspect of selecting subjects that i did not want to face.

this is definitely deja vu, just with an extreme dose of pressure. remember choosing subjects in year 8 for year 9 and 10? this is worse though. everytime i think about it, the sentence, "this will define your future" always appears in my head and circles and circles and circles until my brain is clouded and the path of right from wrong is blurry. that's the thing: there is no right, or wrong, there shouldn't be. its choosing subjects that you want to do so you'll be motivated to learn, choosing subjects you know you will achieve in.

but the concept of right subjects from wrong subjects has been pressed upon me many times in the past two days. ive managed to go through days of discussing subjects with my ideal subject selection intact, not being influenced by scaling matters (i know this applies, but i didnt let it be a major factor in my decisions), the ideal career paths, the difficulty of my chosen subjects and what most people are doing, and that's the way it is supposed to be. the thing is i am easily swayed because i always have this belief that other people know better than me, but my extreme stubborness balances that out i guess.

it wasnt until last night where my wall came crashing down. my tutor asked one of my friends what subjects she was choosing. she listed them, starting with chemistry, before stating 'agriculture' which saw my tutor rose from calm to nazi. he then made the emphatic declaration that if you dont pick subjects like chemistry or physics, your hsc is basically screwed. he said there is no point in doing subjects like legal studies or business studies. he said most people who do chemistry and physics dont particularly like it, but they do it. he said, that in life, nobody will be happy with their job. but it's a job, just do it. he then said, "if you still want to do it, then do it, im just here to guide you."

i seriously had tears in my eyes! i dont get it, why? why cant i enjoy my job, why cant i enjoy subjects that im going to pick to decide what career i will get? i know there is some truth in what he said. maybe im just naive and not mature enough to face the cold real world, but ever since, ive always had this idea in my head that i will grow up, go to university and become something i truly wanted to be for the rest of my life.

i am english-orientated, so to speak. chemistry, physics, economics, business studies, maths ext 2 is not where i will be heading. and after a lot of thinking about it, i still am not going to be heading that way. a few of my friends have 'no idea' and you might feel this way, but i honestly believe everyone knows what they are interested in, everyone will realise what they're strong points are if they just take a while to look at their school life, what peroids they look forward to most, how they're performing. i guess im just trying to say, there will be people who know best for you, telling you what you should pick or should do. they will say things like, you're young you dont know what is the right choice yet. we all want to make our parents proud, but we can do that whilst studying subjects we are passionate about, and leading careers that we truly like. i know there are matters like ranking, scaling but dont let those factors become the major, significant ones in picking your subjects. i guess as long as you are certain with the subjects you're picking and will have no regrets, that's basically what this is about though right?

you in yourself should know what you're good at, and what you ought to be selecting as subjects for year 11 and 12. they are stressful years, and picking subjects you like and are good at is the least you could do for yourself, guys.

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western sydney ultimate frisbee competition at parramatta park today! a successful result, of course, the two hurlstone girl teams that entered gained equal 3rd place with each other! and hurlstone b also won the most spirited award, which was said to be of equal value to gaining 1st place in the comp, so well done :)

me and michi decided to catch the train from fairfield instead of travelling all the way up to glenfield, then all the way back down again. luckily, there was a train that went straight to parra without us having to interchange at granville. bought 69c bottle of water before we walked up to level 3 of westfields and took the escalator down to the road outside, where we advanced forward to parramatta park!

we forgot parramatta park was huge.. so when we got there, we found it quite hard to locate exactly where the frisbee tournament was. parramatta park is really big, okay, we stood in the middle, spun around, saw grass and grass and grass, then say beyond that that there was also more grass and more grass and more grass. too much grass. so we regained our spot in the middle of the park next to a footpath and asked ourselves: left or right? instincts came into play, and i chose right! because its only logical that right is right, right? right! and i was right! all the way down, and i mean all the damn way down, there it was! 2m boys chucking frisbees! do you know how scared we were to see that there was not another hurlstonian in sight? miss blake and the gang eventually came at 9. when she told us to be there at 8:30am. so much sleep loss.

the hurlstone war cry is too long, all these other schools seeming to have rehearsed their chants, and im just there going, "uh.. should we do the can-can?"

i was a hurlstone a member, yahuh! hurlstone a v hurlstone b were the best games of the day. we had to find a way to distinguish between the two teams so we voted that hurlstone b would untuck their arms out of their sleeves, spin their shirts around and wear it back to front. ah, talk about elegance. there was a tactic id like to call, whack the goddamn frisbee. basically, if our team couldnt score (cos we were in a score drought), we would at least just attack like crazy and not let the other team score. what i would do is stand in front of the person with the frisbee, yell "stalling! 1, 2, 3, 4.." and wave my arms around (this is allowed) and when they chuck the frisbee, ill smash it right back! and i succeeded most of the time! it hurted the most when amy went for a massive massive massive back hand and i intercepted with my hand open, not even fisted. gawwwd, it's still grazed D;

went parramatta westfields afterwards, so much sales, everywhere, seriously, bought a new headband and purse (not that i should.. i promised myself i wouldnt buy new wallets/purses after i splurged on those two oroton ones). and now my arms want to fall off. i am not exaggerating, it hurts with every letter i am typing here.

.. is someone voodoo-dolling me and my arm?

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i dont know how to make this seem exciting so here it is: school photos!

well the exclamation mark just ruined everything. in a way, i was kind of hyped, yknow, to see how damn short i am this year, watching people who i used to tower over in year 7 now on the top row while i stand next to angela. and that's pretty short (sorry angiepantsy). i used to enjoy school photos, dont know why dont ask! just something different from the everyday school routine i guess, but this year.. [dun dun dun sounds on creepy organ]

giant pimple! on my nose! and it wasnt one of those small ones, it was one of those massive massive red ones that feel like there's a needle under your skin! i detected it on saturday i think, when i was in the car being driven to piano. i was blowing my nose when i felt a little pain as i pressed against my nose: it was like finding out doomsday was a few seconds away. i knew i wouldnt be able to rid it before photo day! sad face times times ∞. so today, for the first time ever, i used make up for school photos. it helped a bit.. knowing me, i wouldnt know how to apply the stupid foundation crap onto my face properly. at recess, it was so hilarious how half the girls from year 10 were there, either fixing their hair, uniform, eyes, or just face in general like me and margaret were doing. we know we're not hot stuff so we had to try at least seem presentable! i put on the revlon custom creations liquid foundation, and revlon mineral colourstay powder before genevieve offered me some mascara! that didnt do much because it was too hard to curl lashes anywhere other than home hahah. i suck at make up. its a life skill im supposed to have, what is this.

actually, maybe i should learn which buttons to press on a laundry machine first.

tomorrow is ultimate frisbee gala day! yay! when people ask where im going to be tomorrow and i say that, they laugh. ultimate frisbee is still a sport. hmph. you just dont know how to flick it like us hurlstone frisbee girls (h) hopefully we finish early so me and michelle can go buy circle scarves from general pants! on monday, margaret notified us of this sale, and we started jumping up and down and i said, "omg michi-d, after frisbee we can catch a train to granville, then parra to go general pants!" and we get even more excited, then i go "hang on a minute!!!! we're already at parramatta! omg!" and we both start laughing hysterically, and were really high on oxygen, jittering and laughing non-stop for three or so minutes.

so i ran and hugged one of the poles holding up the shelter in front of the year 11 noticeboards.

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four days i havent blogged. believe it or not, ive been lying in bed watching how i met your mother and thinking, "theres something i havent done today. oh yeah, blog." then i think about my day and if its worth recounting and putting people through my bullshit, especially people who are nice enough to bother visiting this site. trust me guys, the past few days would've been less interesting than watching concrete dry with sticks of celery poking out of it.

happy birthday simon! you are one of the most spontaneous people i know :)

before i continue, i must bring this to your attention. when i write a blog, it has to look aesthetically pleasing i.e. the paragraphs have to be filled up, not too many paragraphs not too less, not too many single sentence paragaphs, the photo has to gain my eye's affection (you wouldnt believe how long i spend finding the right photo to put on each blog), if the sentences are too long and in turn makes a single word go to the next line i will fix that sentnece, all that jazz. like the last post. not my ideal style of post. too much empty space.. know what i mean? probably not. ah well. moving on. (yep its ocd).

friday meant attending one class and skipping the rest. first round of premier's debating challenge, and the hurlstone year 10 team, of course, came out victorious! i dont know about the rest of my team, but i do feel like we narrowly got out of that one. the topic was that single sex schools should be banned. it was our first and we were all nervous, especially kabir i think who kept saying, "sorry guys, i totally stuffed my speech up. shit. fuck. shit." whilst i told him to stfu because the adjudicator would be able to hear it. "shit," was his response. ya, real smart. now i dont mean to throw a lot of debating technicalities into your face, but when you rebut or refute a point made by the opposition, it will require a lot more than just saying, "the other team said this this this, they are wrong." you have to specify why they are wrong, outline the flaws, prove it incorrect, then link it back to why your case is right. picton took this to a whole new level (they are nice kids, its just this manner of debating really annoys me).

okay so i brought up the example of james ruse holding the top position on the hsc results for the past 13 years and its coeducational. i know, its a weakass example but i thought id go with it because they couldnt really refute it. but thats the thing, they did, along these lines: "the opposition said that james ruse has been the top school in nsw for the past 13 years and so co-educational schools are better, and hence single sex schools should be banned. how do they know this? where is their information from?"

.. that's your rebuttal?! where did i get my information from, you're going to rebut me, questioning my source and leaving it open ended like that? you could at least have said, "well james ruse being top does not prove anything. compared to the percentages of single sex schools, its appropriate for a coeducational school to hold first place" but noooo, you challenge my source. sigh. i dont like it when other teams directly question me like that. i once debated a team, and their arguments would revolve around questions like this: "we as the affirmative, challenge the negative to answer how coeducational schools have succeeded in the past couple of years" with a long, slurred emphasis on challenge.

challenge me? you wanna challenge me, brother? just because i dont have a penis doesnt mean i cant kick yours. luckily we didnt lose and got nice chocolate and vanilla cake (it was free) or else i would've burnt down both of those schools.

so eofys is upon us. and i have no opportunity to shop at all! gah! saturdays i have piano and sundays i have church. i really just wanna go to the shops and rummage through their sale piles. when i buy items on sale it makes me feel extra accomplished. like when i buy stuff from salvo's and vinnies that i absolutely am in love with e.g. my new bag that was only $5 that i carry around everywhere now. it says genuine leather. angela sniffed it (like she does to everything) and said it smelt new. smelt? smelled?

and sam stosur's loss last night made me want to never touch spaghetti again. but its too delicious.

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this picture makes me happy. when i grow up, i will marry someone that appreciates nice little slices of cakes and patisseries. sounds like someone gay doesnt it? well no! he doesnt necessarily have to love it with all his life, but he will take me to these little bakeries and buy me a slice of cake every friday evening. or gelato. or sushi. any of them will do! and speaking of which, miss eun was telling us about a japanese restaurant with live jazz! oh em gee, orgasm or what? click here for jazushi restaurant!

participated in the zone cross country. i regret it. the biggest waste of time, the biggest waste of $5 to represent my own school at the venue of.. oh wait, my own school?! what was the $5 for! mr wilson is such a con artist. so basically, i paid $5 to walk through 4km of thick thick thick mud, get my shoes brick hard with mud and to be a walking shame, because sierra and i were pretty much the last hurlstonians on the course. we decided to walk it, just jog the downhill parts. at the end, we didnt want to look bad so we sprinted like crazy, and took over like three or four people at the finish line. never knew i had so much energy in me.. maybe if i tried i would've at least come top 15 and at least would have burnt some calories. stupid $5, that's worth my bag that i thrifted from the salvo's, and that never involved any mud or cow mudcakes. or a combination.

first premier's debating round tomorrow! i dont now if im excited or not. alvin, wanna take first speaker for tomorrow? i think im losing brain cells from this tight headband im wearing at the moment. lately ive been missing out on so much class for scram, zone cross country, of the like, especially maths. next week is one hectic week too:

tuesday school photos
wednesday south western sydney ultimate frisbee competition
thursday subject selection evening
friday early finish 2pm

and i paid $6.60 for science competition which is happening on wednedsay! i have to go tell mr watts that im going to a frisbee tournment (imagine the humiliation when i say that) so he can let me do the test after/before. far out. and netball tryouts but im also going to miss out on that! and i need a haircut or else ill look like an ugly emo kid with a long ass fringe that covers their eye and thinks that its cool to do that. but i dont think that its cool to do that, so i need a haircut! oh pocky sticks, why does everything happen to me *whines.

today we had to make some copper wire spin using a battery and a magnet. some apparatus that i never managed to set up. so while i yelled for assistance, alan plaited my hair whilst i taught michelle about sexual relationships. mr watts came. and i made small talk with him, haha!

"so, sir, how did you become a science teacher?"
"because you get to do stuff."
"do stuff? then why didnt you become an ag teacher?"
"because they say never work with children or animals."
"do you like children?"
"for the most part."

best. conversation. ever. his monotonous voice and attitude makes science worth studying even though, honestly, i never understand what we're doing in practical or first hand investigations. he just cant explain properly.. that, or we just dont bother listening to him. poor man. do you know how many jokes are cracked about lightbulbs and science and in reference to his name? ah. why is it that all the white people have interesting last names. i want an interesting last name.

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"angela, please come to the office, your pizzas are here."

did anyone happen to catch that announcement over the speakers? indeed, our beloved friend angela ordered pizzas to be delivered via the school office. i could not stop laughing, but then it got pretty serious. got sent to deputy principal office but we all know mulligan is pretty nice and tolerant. the thing is, the pizza lady came ten minutes early and had to wait for lunch time to come, so the office lady thinking this was a mistake, called the contact number angela gave to pizza hut when she ordered, and angela picked up in class. which upsetted the office lady because its wrong to have people wait, to order pizza via the school and to have phone on during class.. angela, in fright, took out her sim card and grabbed me at the end of maths to go pick up the pizzas with her hahaha. they were nice pizzas though, for genevieve's belated party. hope she liked it, thank you to everyone that brought food.. i need to pay a couple of people back!

japanese taiko beat incursion today was so much fun. of course my ear drums are now bleeding probably for sitting right at the front. the singing bowl is especially awesome and is my favourite. the way the sean guy managed to move his hands so fast, and the other guy's sense of humour made it all worth my $5.

i really really want brogues. or doc martens. or doc marten look-a-likes. doc martens may be a bit too thick and chunky if you know what i mean. preferably a pair of brogues in black to match with black stockings! i dont like shoes with colour/detail when i get dressed in winter. i like the shoes to blend in with the stockings. also in need of a new pair of flats. my pair of three years is getting ready to rest in peace and i am getting ready to mourn.

to be honest, im only used to hearing bitching about me, from me. when it comes from another person, retold usually, it really just gets to me. i know i shouldnt let it bother me, but when others have certain beliefs and clouds of thoughts that arent particularly pleasant or accurate at all it makes me feel too insecure. and then i start questioning myself. whether all this bullshit has any angle of truth to it. its all that much more of a bother when its someone you gave your complete honesty and trust to. a good dose of kisschasy should fix this, because when i think about it. those opinions, really, wont keep them warm at night.

zone cross country tomorrow, gah. too tired!

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pregnancy testing, year assembly performance, new capo and salvo's

well, well, well! such a lovely photo of me, isnt it. day 2 of pregnancy testing cows for 10e and we've all finished! i would certainly not have said this at the time, but it was so much fun! yes, even the warm mushy bit where i was inside the cow. a lot happened, but i dont remember much because basically, the fear of shoving my hand through a tiny hole blinded me and shunned out a lot of things. i volunteered for vivian to go first out of the three of us! well we had to put michi last, right? the poor hygiene dettol girl. oh we love you michi-d. and well, i wanted to put vivian through the wrath first, ha. she's so brave and calm. she spent a while trying to locate the uterine ateries, but her cow was so nice! and it didnt excrete any mudcakes while she was up its bumhole, literally.

i made about 50 videos, so just editting them into one video at the mooment (hahaha get it? oh imm such a laughhhhhh.) so watch this space!

my cow was ginormous. i stood, looked at its behind and thought, "i have to go in there." its not everyday that you shove your hand up an ass. so i had to do it! once in a lifetime, man. how my hand got in there ill never know. its rectum kept tightening around my arm, probably trying to stop my blood circulation as revenge so someone will have to come and amputate my arm. and then it'll let its calf, who is developing inside the womb, eat it. evil cow! once i was inside. well it was warm. you guys would know, right? very warm, such big contrast from the freezing lubricant that we had to rub onto our glove (omg that was gross too.) everything was mushy and squishy and bouncy. time to locate the uterine arteries! it took me forever, just spirit-fingering away in there. when i first went inside the cow, i felt it, i just didnt know that that was indeed the artery that i was looking for. i just watched the video of me preg testing. and i made a lot of sex faces. so look out for that one.

year assembly performance was so much fun!

originally i was totally anti the song choice, wedding dress by taeyang but the english version by tommy c and j reyez. but after the performance in period 5, its now stuck in my head haha. in the morning, cheryl anne runs over to my group and tells me we had to perform for year 7 year assembly because they had no performances and the teacher wants to showcase examples to them. troi oi. it was so bad, we were not prepared and voices in the morning are horrible because you just kinda woke up! but for the year 10 one, it was so much more comfortable singing. and in front of our own peers! i loved loved the feeling. except for the seizure light effects. and the pink green blue red yellow changing spotlight on the stage. and alvin chung's rap part, yeeee boy! i love how everyone's been so supportive and nice and giving me great feedback even if its just to make me feel better :')

and so miss young annouced at the assembly that my story's made it as a finalist into the final judging stages of the henry lawson something? yeah well i just checked on the internet and i didnt win. there goes $498034968049568504968405968. why is it that all the posh and private "colleges" (its just high school, gawwwwd!) wins competitions?! i remember in year 6 where nicholas, kabir, margaret, thai, brendan, karen and i (whoa all hurlstonians too haha) were involved in engquest, a competition where we had to construct a playground with a limited budget of $8000, and we came first in our zone! then went on to state and lost to an anglican college. darn! always those public schools, we still got highly commended, so non technically speaking, 3rd place! look, proof: click here and go to page 6!

10a1 got consumer arithmetic (saving and borrowing) topic test results back. the worst fail in the history of 10a1, with scores ranging from 40% to 98%, average being 72%. what. the. hotdog?! i got 72% and i was just thinking, "i bet genevieve and vivian and michelle all got 98%" but we all got around the same rofl. and the best part was, we werent even upset. because it was a mutual a1 fail. see, see how the 10a1 family rolls?! i made up formulas in my exam. and i still got marks for it. and i was the only one answering mr dillon's questions today in maths, poor man.

then the class next door.. b2? b1? c? idk, started counting from 1-20 really loudly and got all excited. then i screamed, "Sir can we do that!" and mr dillon replies, "no! it's too complicated! there arent any formulas for that, 10a1 can't do it!" (reference to our consumer results.) and im like, "pleease sir" and he's like, "no, dont you start!" stupidddddd, ah well, he wears cardigans and gives out scratch and sniff stickers and has a sense of humour :D

after school, went to buy a capo! bought a dunlop one, $40. the man gave me a discount of $5 cos i said i couldnt afford it if it was $45. and the other one which was $25 was huge.. and had all these weird metal bits sticking out of it and i really did not want to carry that around. no, im not worried about injuring others, im worried about injuring myself. you know me. and the funny thing is, i used a $100 note to pay rofl! well i meant afford as in.. dont have the budget to spend $40 just on a stupid clip. sorry, not stupid! because the capo has changed my life! aahh! songs in a higher ranger finally.

then i went to salvos and i thrifted something good, finally! oh my god. a lovely brown tan bag! i love love love love love it! so much! cant wait to wear it! and and and i went home to a big bag on my bed! and guess what! my mum bought me owl earrings, a cropped cardigan with pearls sewn on the front, a new night light and stockings! she's the bestttttt! ah such a great great day.

thank you so much for reading or even scrolling thus far! :)

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