friday night and i am racking my brains for a worthy short story idea. so gangster.

volunteering tomorrow to help with the selective peeps who are potential hurlstonians for 2011! good luck to everyone tomorrow. there's about 500 of you as predicted, unless one of you applicants contracted mad cow disease or the swine flu and hence, can not attend this significant event. tomorrow will involve prancing around in my hurlstone uniform, waiting outside rooms to escort students to toilets to make sure they dont cheat and scaring off those that i indeed have to escort. maybe ill sing the hurlstone school song to them. stand outside their cubicle and yell, "hurrah! hurrah! for the plough and the harrow and the hoe." or maybe even chant cheer-o-wokka cheer-o-wokka ego ha! schweeeet.

quite excited about tomorrow actually! and sorry graaaaaaaaaaceee!

a few things i thought id archive:

♦ vincent said to me today, "you look ugly when you're sad."
♦ michelle looked at me in the eye today, patted me on the shoulder and said, "be safe."
♦ vanessa raised her eyebrows up and down like horny men do, and said, "stay in school."

signed up for engineering competition at unsw on tuesday. i have to sacrifice the icas english comp to go to that. yes, i did use the word sacrifice. i already burnt $6.60 when i didnt do science comp to go to that first grade ultimate frisbee competition. but english is my faaaaaave. like, totes, babe. (it hurts to talk like that, you know?) i actually had to think about which one to choose whereas everyone was just like, "yay, hi-5, bruh *thrust". made me feel abnormal. oh well. im going, not letting my team down. and we get free t-shirts. hopefully it says unsw on it, ill wear it and walk around, and go to that girl's house at my cousin's party that thought i was in uni, and say "hi, remember me? the girl that goes uni?"

Labels: everyday, scaring randoms that i may or may not see again

return of the bangs my hair, azuki cobalt blue dress, forcast white cardigan, razzmatazz black stockings, thrifted tan leather bag, my mummy found it fantabulous deer ring!







yeah the photos suck, they're from my camera phone. lay off my e71! a lot of people say cobalt blue makes me look the least ugliest. the best $70 i have ever spent, my favourite item of clothing. then there's my sandler flats. ive worn them ever since 2006, and my mum keeps telling me to let go but.. -cue my heart will go on by celine dion.



my mum's great. the woman has taste and she initiates taking me to vinnies and salvo's on her sunday afternoons and saturday mornings -giant bear hug-



i had this massive urge to clean out my room on saturday, and ended up redecorating. my wall is now not just bare naked green, and anybody with anything to contribute to my wall is truly welcome, i need variety and i want creativity from all over the place! i'd really appreciate it if you would like to contribute something :)



the tomato soup mug. me and this mug go waaaay back. last year at casula markets, i saw one exactly like this, but it was sold in a set with all these other ugly blue glass cups. they wouldnt sell it to me separately. stumbled upon this one in vinnies at mt pritchard, and it was so emotional, a reunion i never expected. oh, the wonders of the world. it is now mine, and proudly mine and sitting on my bookshelf looking prettaaay. none of you are welcome to hit on my tomato soup cup though.




sipping black tea in a boost juice up (no i didnt reuse it, my dad's friend gave us about two packets of these convenient little babies) whilst cheernig on callum! callum is still my masterchef 2010. oh that lisp.

Labels: outfit, thrift

how sweeeeeeeeeet! oh the pun. and is that pocky sticks that i spy forming the 'have'? :o -points finger and yells- ASIAN! ASIAN! ASIAN!

my piano teacher told me today that two of my grade 8 piano pieces are not ready for me to have my piano exam in october. usually exams occur in may and november, but this year they've pushed it back to october, hence leaving me 12 weeks. i am severely disappointed in myself. i cried for 4 hours in total no its not pre menstrual syndrome! this means my parents have to continue paying for my lessons for another 10 months, and i wont get it out of the way till half way through year 11. i wanted to be piano free by then. i was meant to have my exam may this year. and my teacher told me she's sure my school work is up to a fantastic standard, and that's why my piano's not as great as it used to be. that's the only piece of comfort im offering myself. im doing okay in school, i can live with that for now. i am so tempted to quit piano, like most people do at this level. ive been stuck on grade 8 for so, so long now. but i cant let myself give in to that, right?

i somehow got myself into class a for maths at truong. what the broccoli right? (how the heck do you spell that) arrived at the centre, with a congregation of year 10s already around the board. checked class b, found a few wendy's but they werent me. then scanned for michelle's name, found it. scanned for eric's, found it. checked class b again, got agitated. the alphabetical order was a bit dodgy, so double checked. didnt see my name on class a, so checked c, didnt see it there, thought i got kicked out. checked class a again, and there it was. there it was.

some of you were beating yourselves up over the fact that you didnt make top class, like angela, i thought she was going to grow scales and blow fire at everybody, but i was a tad annoyed about the class i got into. firstly, i am grateful that mr mai and truong believes i can cope in first class and hence put me there, but i think my skills in maths are rather inferior compared to people like ngoc, angela, eric, raymond. a large majority of people got 100% in their exit test and were placed in 2nd, whereas i got 96%. i was probably borderline at best, and mr mai decided to give me a chance in top. i know a lot of people would put my position to better use, and i am actually considering calling sir and asking if i can move to 2nd, despite the "students cannot change maths class" instructions on the board.

i think it is ridiculous what politicians do when there is an upcoming election. you suddenly see them popping up at schools and hospitals and nursing homes and everywhere, trying to prove that they care. it's like this nerve racking urge that they can fight, a fire burning inside of them, the strongest desire to go and kiss some babies.

so, you see, when i become prime minister, ill be genuinely nice. ya-huh. i wont kiss babies, ill kiss everyone. and instead of handing out flyers with a close up of my stupid face and some cheesy slogan like "together, let's move australia forward" (screw you julia gillard lol!), ill hand out kit kats and cupcakes and rainbows. yesssssss, vote me, people! my first act as prime minister will be to put in more parking space at cabramatta!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Labels: everyday, truong

posted on the noticeboard tonight at ngo & sons will be what class i got into for year 11. this is where dogs howl and an eerie dark landscape with bats fluttering about pops up. two of my closest truong buddies, genevieve (ever since year 5) and vivian (ever since year 6) are in class A, and i know that is like walking on the moon for me. hopefully i get into class B at least, fingers crossed, or i will lose all confidence in having selected extension 1 maths, and. you know. go crazy and buy a million cats and frizz my hair up and wear a bath robe all the time, yelling, "arjehwkejrhwkejrhwkejrhwkejrwer". as seen on the simpsons!

thanks catboy for staying up and telling me a bedtime story. and sorry for falling asleep in the middle of it! ♥

year 10 debating team to regionals! ☺ we defeated our own year 9 team in what was a very close debate, and a crap speech on my part.

our adjudicator for scram yesterday evening looked like santa clause. he had a long white beard and were missing two teeth so everytime he talked, he kinda whistled. he told us our method was wrong. i wonder how marks we're going to lose because of that, but he said he wont take marks off for certain aspects that we were not informed of before, so i guess it's all jolly and a good ho ho ho! our dreams of travelling to queensland to compete lives on!

margaret and i volunteered for country fair. whoever took the 10-12 time slot for white elephant stall..you better.. sell me stuff for cheap. heheh. working from 2-4. i also volunteered to help out next saturday at the selective exam for students year 8-10 that are hoping to get into hurlstone. sign up, keep me company! it counts towards gold level! yeah, like that ever convinced anyone. except margaret.

we extracted dna from bananas in science. sounds scientific doesnt it? we had to mush it all up, then add some water and sodium chlordie (ooooh see how smart i am) solution and detergent, and mix mix mix mix mix mix mix. then filter it with a funnel and filter paper out into a beaker, then add ethanol into the filtrate. and the stuff that accumulates at the top, is your dna, yes sir! this is exactly why i am doing biology next year. it is just. so. amazing.

[/sarcasm] well i did like the mushed banananananas.

and i do like biology

and oh, you're just so cosec-xy. wink to 10a1. thanks to the person who used that on me.

yes it is a math joke.

[hides in shame]

Labels: scram, truong

you are reading the blog of a fail netball referee, who enjoyed it very much.

my team, hurlstone 4, had to verse hurlstone 2 today. their team had no subs, whilst we had 4, so it was fairly given that one of us would have to keep time, one would keep the score and one would ref. thanks to karen and the year 11s for helping me (still iffy with the rules) and im pretty certain ive now made a few enemies. ive only ever been referee/umpire (what's the difference) for t-ball and softball before and they are very different sports. i'd rather ref than play, really, because i suck so much at the only position i like. looking up netball rules right now teehe.

guess what me, vanessa, vivian and christie are? mole sisters! we all discovered today that we have a mole on our left wrist, in the exact same spot.

everyone in the class had to write our names on a piece of paper (if you were doing it with a partner, then both your names) so mr schippers could pull them out and decide our order for presentations. i am such a pro, nicholas and i are the last group to present our agricultural sustainable practises presentation. (so nicholas matthew tan, who's house/which library or you could shout me a nice dinner at a fancy japanese restaurant and we can do it then?)

me and my scram (school conflict resolution and mediation) team were in room 14 practising for tomorrow evening, when lawrence opened the door, walked in and said, "what's this? can we borrow that corner of the room to practise for talent quest?" i yelled, "scram!" and he slammed the door, walked away, before i realise what i had just done, and desperately screamed, "no! no! come back! i didnt mean it in that way!"

and apparently if our scram team make it to the finals, we get to go to queensland?!

science assignment results and i. did. not. fail! currently petitioning for the mark that was unjustly taken away from me. mr watts was going through the assignment, point by point by point before i lost it and rudely yelled, "can i complain now" during one of his pauses. he laughed instead setting me on fire. what a nice chap.

went salvo's today and found a spectacular blue, white mini-polka-dotted dress. it was that type of shirt dress, with two pockets at the chest and a collar. shame that it was too big! perfect colour, perfect material, perfect style. ughugh.

oh, and i dont want to have your babies.

Labels: everyday, exams, scram, thrift

first day of term 3. yawn.

a lot of rehearsing, a lot of palm cards and too much news reporter tones. ladies and gentlemen, it was of course english speeches. i was the last to volunteer to present my speech today, the 5th in total. thanks to 10e for laughing at various intervals of my speech, made presenting my speech even more fun! and no that was not sarcasm. english is my love and speeches are my lovers. (not that i didnt mention suicide a couple of times when i was composing my speech.) look at it this way for all of you who are picking up your knives right now and ready to chop me: go through 1 speech, and watch 29!

mum took me to mt pritchard's vinnies today. it was wonderful, the thrift stores around fairfield arent all that big, the salvo's at fairfield doesnt make good use of its space and there are hardly any clothes there. racks and racks and racks of bags and bags and clothes at the store, i was literally too overwhelmed and was wondering around lost for a bit. (the bags were on top of the clothing racks and i was too short so had to walk around on tippy toes. got tired.) there's even an exclusive room for books and furniture! aaaaarrrrr, need to go back. need to find an even bigger store. and of course, i found a bag i liked, and it was blue, double score.

im going to marry someone that understands the art of thrifting.

got my bangs back! just in time for netball opens tomorrow. the boxhead wendy returns! oh i feel so ambiguous. rabbit, disguised as a box. miff miff. do boxes go miff miff?

team adam/callum/courtney/claire for masterchef! yes, just no jimmy. please.

Labels: boxhead, thrift

the second week of my holidays, as many of you already know, was spent in the library studying. and that's all good and jolly like a fat santa at christmas, but for me to have prioritised maths over english, and to have the exam turn out to be of that level. not. happy. jan! now i am stuck with a blank word document and a headache from falling asleep with my laptop still on with jim parson's voice blasting on the 15th episode of the 2nd season of the big bang theory.

one of the things im not looking forward to about school is adjusting my sleeping patterns. being the victim of nocturnalism that i am, i dont see how i will manage going back 4 hours to sleep at 11pm instead of 3am, and waking up at 7am instead of 11:30am. and just in the final few weeks of term when i finally will get used to it, the holidays will come knocking on my door and mess my body clock up. again.

did i ever tell you guys i had an emo phase? yes indeed, i wore intensive black clothing, had a love for skulls and listened to screamo. my top played now sees rnb dominating and about to conquer, whilst before, bands such as hawthorne heights and aiden were evident. did i change, or was it really just a phase?

can people change? theres that concept that people can, largely seen in movies and literature, i dont know whether to accomodate the public's love of that kinda thing or to reflect reality.

can people really go through epiphanies and make a realisation and adjust their ways for the better? or even if they undergo this process, their real self is still somewhere deep down? or, to quote fall out boy, do seasons change but people dont? i know ive tried changing for the better. of course i am flawed. of course there are certain characteristics that are undesirable and repulsive in me. the wrinkles in my personality, i indeed have ironed them out before. but after a while of wearing it, the wrinkles are evident again and by now, i am too tired to try and eliminate them when i feel the world will only bring about my bad temper, hypocrisy and arrogance again and again and again. coming from a pessimist, this is obviously bias. but we all have a personality as a spine, so to speak, and characteristics that build that spine. i really just dont think you can pull out a characteristic of a personality and destroy it completely, just like how a human spine wouldnt function properly if you pulled out an intervertebral disc.

do you believe people can really change? are you ready to accept these changes if you knew who they were before, and that that person was their actual real self? or were we put on this earth as imperfect beings to allow for us to change, and in the process, discover and grow as a person?

Labels: holidays, truong

explanation for the above photo: 7-eleven $1 hot chocolate is pretts good, yknow. even the bright orange is soothing somewhat.

im asian but i wanted aaron to win: that stupid bitchy bitchy bitch jimmy! he got lucky, i wanted him to be eliminated but no, the universe doesnt love me, and puts my two favourites in the elimination round, rendering jimmy and his curry powder safe. poor aaron. hmphity hmph hmph hmph! now who do i go for? he was the only one there with a genuine personality to me. maybe adam. claire is as dry as a sugarcane stick. i do like callum but his nerves always get him in the tasks and i dont like going for people who get unlucky in tasks, it makes me sad when they lose. his lisp is sexy though.

you'll need to know this to comprehend the insanity of the next paragraph: exit test. what is it? well the wendzilla dictionary defines it as a test that students who attend the ngo & sons tutoring centre (better known as truong) must take in year 10 to determine whether they have the capability to remain and study 3 unit mathematics, it requires intensive studying and involves enough stress to power a rocket into outerspace.

maths and being a nerd and stuff you probably dont want to read: every day of the past week has been spent at the library. i feel so accomplished. my day starts off with one of my friends calling me, listening to my morning voice and my "ughhhh what time is it oh my gosh 11?! what the hell why are you waking me upppp its eleeeevennnnn zzZzzzz yes i am awake yes i am listening" then me realising i need to study, showering, arriving and hardcoring it out. as hardcore as an apple core. (see, as my math improves, my english declines, im just not a person with balance.) then i complain about being hungry, my friends escort me around cabramatta and to my dismay, find nothing i deem as worthy of consuming. (thanks eric for buying me a pasta salad today!) then we go back and it's dark and we do practise question after practise question after practise question. to the point where mitchell's mum thinks studying everyday is not virtually possible, and turns up unexpectedly to spy on him and gets her theory of him going out to do drugs, proven wrong. then we go home at around 6:30pm, our brain juices dry and used up and our intestines in the shape of parabolas.

as of today, i have finished studying! i tackled all the topics on the sheet, made study notes then did about a hundred practise questions for each. vincent, mitch and simon photocopied my quadratic notes before smartypantsy vince comes up to me and starts proving my working out wrong. lowered my self esteem a lot, but after everybody left, me and him tackled a lot of the quadratics problem solving and i can do it now yayayayay thrust thrust

woes of a truong student and english lover: i have turned a blind eye on my english speech! i have not started and will have to start and complete saturday-monday. hopefully sunday, because i deserve a second day out this holidays :(

so this tagging thing: (echoing what vivian said) i really didnt understood it until now. thanks genevieve, eugene and vivian for tagging me! am i allowed to tag you guys? probably not right? or it'll just keep going round and round. that's great because i read g's and vivian's, okay here goes:

christie http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com
mitchell http://geekasaurusrawr.blogspot.com
manisay http://eatyourteacup.blogspot.com

Share one thing that nobody knows about you.
I can't do maths without counting in Vietnamese.

What is your biggest regret in life?
In the span of 15 years, hm.

What would you do with a thousand dollars?
Give $500 to my parents, $100 to my sister and stash away the remaining $400, using it slowly to buy items that are not necessary (but that I fall in love with) such as beautiful clothes and shoes and more shoes.

If you could go back in time, would you still pick the person you are with right now?
Yes.

What do you like or dislike about my (the taggers) blog page?
Vivian's perception of things and how it is translated always amuses me, and recently her photos are nice to look at. Genevieve's blog is just well, yknow, Genevieve's blog and who doesn't read it! And Eugene's recounts are interesting hahah.

i want to be a vet: after watching bondi vet, but i wouldnt be able to live with the guilt if someone's beloved pet died or i couldnt help one of them. thats why i gave up on my dream of being a barrister, other than the fact that i would probably break down in the court room and scream 'why cant we all just get along sniffle sniffle', the fact that i might lose a case for my client would give me many sleepless nights. and i cant work at coles either. because what if i sell flour and baking soda to a psycopath who invents a bomb and blows up parliament house? such dilemmas.

Labels: holidays, truong

been going to cabramatta library for the past few days, hardcoring it for the truong exit exam. id appreciate it if you non-truongers would stop bagging us out, we're already bleeding pronumerals and negative infinities as it is!

knocked out linear and perpendicular distance yesterday, got fantastical help today to get my trigonometry up to scratch, so that's three topics ive finished revising for! studied and procrastinated from 2:30-6 today. thanks mitch, simon, wilson, vincent and in particular eric! those guys are amazing, putting up with my temper and impatience e.g. escorted me around cabramatta just to help me find something to eat (we lost vincent along the way) and when i complained that there was nothing to eat, happily walked me back to the library where we located vincent (i went to red lea! he said), and where i started to complain that i was hungry. im a bit of a bitch, i know.

watched toy story 3 today, it was suuuuper duuuuuper! spanish buzz is a hottie. i give it ★ ★ ★ ★ ½!

study session tomorrow cabramatta library, 11am! people will be there before that time, and will be staying till around 6pm, so if you want some friends to study with, seek mathematical guidance from, show off your skills to, just drop by! all year 10s welcome. this time when we go roam cabra for food, i promise to find something to eat too hehe.

note there is no linear function! and what sort of discriminant questions will be in the exam? :(

1 my good friends know by now that i love glitter and would happily eat it for breakfast, lunch and tea.

2 truong exit exam, why arent you people studying? stop wasting your time, go go go! library study session today was good with (vincent and) eric, completed revising for linear and perpendicular distance. convinced catboy to call mr mai and he said there's no linear function! quadratic and hyperbola's a big topic, i think ill study that on wednesday and thursday, tomorrow will be logs. i still dont know what to press on the calculator. yes, and they call me a truong student, i get how to solve logs, just not the part where you insert it into the calculator to get the answer (h)

3 english speech. well, well, well. that's not going good at all is it? i open a word document everyday and it remains blank till i have to turn off my computer. moodle ruined my life! if i was a pac man, moodle would be one of those ghost things. evil evil cute little things. kinda like that virus i got yesterday. people keep sending me links to clothes they like and i always scream, "omfg is that a virus, hello? hello christie? is that you or have you been taken over by a virus?! talk to me woman, helloooo!?!?!?!?"

4 home made jelly rocks my socks. okay, that was cold, now im shivering. hot water bottles rock my socks.

5 just got an email from miss singh's personal email (hehe, no i am not going to give it to you erotically charged boys) and i got a part in the quarter final round to represent hurlstone in scram! yayyayayayayayyayayayyayayayayay with a billion yays on top!

6 hey gorgeous, i mean, flawless. well, thats what you are and how i see it is how i call it, yeah -insert horny emoticon with those moving eyebrows-

i was on im1music.net this morning after seeing it on one of my contact's personal messages in their now playing (shows how gullible i am), and i was roaming around. usually when i open something on a website, i always right click > open in new tab. i dont know, a habit i guess, and this usually avoids viruses. but i didnt this time, no idea why, and a pop up popped up, as it does, and i clicked on the x to close it, which allowed for some stupid evil manipulative disgusting filthy dirty man whore virus to come and insert itself into the bottom right hand corner of my task bar right next to my clock with a prominent and bright red, "is your anti virus software out of date? click here to activate!" i'm not stupid! dont trick me! i wasnt even fooled by you to begin with, i merely wanted to close you, why did you take advantage of me :'( everything went downhill from there, pop ups now permanently on my desktop, but i knew not to click them because if i touched them, the virus would spread like swine flu in a town of susceptible asians.

i dont know if this happens to you but whenever i get a virus, i start to shake and i think it's what people call an anxiety attack. me, being computer illiterate, does not help in this situation. why cant viruses attack people who know about computers?! its so unfair! pick on somewhere your own size, virus makers! i was literally shaking, not exaggerating here. my head felt hot and my brain felt clogged up, i couldnt even think properly. this probably derives from when i was a child, and our household only had one computer, and everytime i got a virus (come on, i was 6) my dad would get rather annoyed at me as i stuffed it up for the whole family. and yknow me, overwhelming amounts of guilt that fill my bloodstream with my cute little blood cells chanting evil, evil, evil, evil. ahhhh!

first instinct was to call the only computery person i am close with. he didnt pick up! so i called his best friend john, and woke him up by accident. (i owe him a lot for being so patient with me.) by now, i have restarted by computer twice and the virus was still on the desktop and would not let me open any programs, nor run any of my antivirus softwares. he recommended starting on safe mode and scanning. had to steal my dad's keyboard because the virus has also blocked out my bluetooth keyboard. f m l much? i was starting to think of the word reformat. you know me. i hate change. and reformat is not good! ive had this computer since 2006, ive had viruses and ive rid them before. argh, scanned and found nothing! and this was after church at around 4pm so i resorted to google. found a portable antispyware one, so did all the jibber jabber with that, got it onto my computer, detected a whopping 1634 infected items, deleted all that and i was so happy! i ran over to my dad's room and started singing burnin' up, skipped around, until i came back into my room with my computer restarted, and the virus still there on my beautiful screen. "it appears your computer is at risk, activate antivirus software now?" my heart saaaaaaaaaaaank, the expression on my face went from whoooooooooooooo! to fuckkkkkkkk youuuuuuu.

i was still shaking.

scanned over and over and detected a few more items each time. i was losing hope and knew i had to get a move on with my english speech and i had to know that my computer was okay for me to study for my truong exit test with peace. (its ocd (anagram of ocd is cod hahahha)) so. headed for my windows xp disc. pressed eject, rebooted computer. halt. stop. what am i forgetting? system restore, the underdog, the thing no one believes in. the option that i suggested to john but was told probably wouldnt work. so i try it anyway, the "last resort". people it worked! (damn this no cap locks formatting which wont convey my excitement and emphasis.) along with intense praying to god. (at church when we had to pray, i prayed about my computer. at home when we had to pray before dinner, i prayed about my computer. when i was watching the anti virus software scan, i prayed about my computer. i know some of you arent christian so heres another way to look at it; it kept me sane and gave me the feeling that everything will indeed be okay!) arghaghrahrgahrharhaghraghrar nothing's popping up right now, i am so ecstatic, recounting this and revisiting all those horrible feelings i had of losing all my documents music and photos, arhgarharharhar. come over and ill give you some of my honey soy chips. thank you to john and eric for being so patient with me!

now everytime someone asks me something and tells me something over the net im paranoid. and dont tell me system restore is just temporary and will only stay like this for a few hours because i swear, i will rip my heart out right now.

now i need a drink. havent had intake of fluids since 1:30pm because of this stupid life threatening virus. why do people do this to poor little asian girls like me. im just one tiny vietnamee girl!

and last but not least, sorry for putting you through such a pointless post.

Labels: thank you god, virus

is this addiction? it feels like ive been hiding under a rock, i feel so isolated and unupdated just because i havent turned my computer on in three days. furthermore, i am eating instant noodles without boiling water. the asian one in the silver packet with "mama" written on the front in red. getting my jist?

my title has nothing to do with twilight. my calendar says that tomorrow, there is going to be a new moon. as in our natural satellite in the sky. i think that realisation's probably going to cause a few of you to close this page and read something else. (yes mylynn, im talkin' about you.) i didnt know that the moon reflected off the sun's light or whatever till a few weeks ago when vincent informed me. "what?! you really thought the moon glowed by itself? wow, that's, you're- that's so cool! that you would actually think that! aw!" yes, pity laughs and regarding me as cute because my iq is about -2. what does iq stand for? oh i know, intelligence quotient (y) see, my intelligence quotient just rose about 1.

i need a haircut. but everytime i get one, i look like a box. speaking of quadrilaterals, truong exit exam is coming up and even my fingernails are screaming in terror. |AX + BY + C| / √ A² + B² → (X, Y) PEOPLE.

you know that thing where you look at a bright light, then you look away and blink and you can still see the outline of the light you were looking at? in the few last days of school, mr purves was standing next to the window and it was very sunny. but i cant concentrate or absorb information when a teacher's talking without looking at them, and being the rather verbal man that purves is, i had to keep my eyes on him. i looked away, blinked and pwoah i saw the outline of purves' head and the window panes. and i blinked really fast just to see it over and over and over again. probably looked like i was on the verge of epilepsy.

and i know this is kind of late buuuuuut you pocky sticks make me smile like my heart's on fire!



i really appreciate everybody who reads, who spends a few minutes on my blog whenever i update it. without you guys this would just be a lonely and cold site. i got a few formspring questions about not blogging. seriously guys, i do care about you! i just dont want to put up 'everyday' crap that i go through, boring mundane stuff. okay like, "so today i got out of bed and i started to blink. then i started to inhale and exhale and inhale then exhale and then i started to stretch accompanied by noises that could be mistaken as sex noises." see? not very nice. i appreciate every minute spent on here by you, and i try to make it worthwhile. emphasis on try. teehee, love you sweet peas!

Labels: holidays

you guys know i want to be a rabbit by now, right? fifi lapin is my idol.

its past your bedtime. but i am up waiting for answers, for someone to hopefully wake up and for the soccer match to start. might as well blog, keep myself awake (thanks genevieve for the inspiration to late night post whilst im this unconscious and good luck with my instructions for the link so people can follow your blog!)

went to parramatta with margaret, vanessa, michi-d and c-duong today!
1 christie has an adam's apple as realised on the train.

2 bought a new jumper, replica of the one from forever new but i cant pay for that! i am asian and poor and i eat rice (i dont know what that means either).

3 we all dressed up to look like we can afford clothes, i wore my mum's sequined blazer and got nice compliments from shop keepers, i didnt know they were directed at me to begin with, oh those people, trained to woo people into liking the shop.

4 thrifting with margaret at salvation army, bought a bag, i am in love with floral blouses from salvo's, but they are all size 12 and i need a 8/10 in over sized blouses!

5 fell in love with the pale green white floral dress at forcast but it was $27 so vanessa told it to suck my dick. not really, but that's something she would say. and fell in love with this bag. it was on sale! going to get it. the bokeh effect is -insert asian emoticon smiley face here-



6 found the tales of mystery and madness by edgar allan poe! a small book with gold pages. i want i want i want! and the catcher in the rye but it was the same price as my dress so i cried and walked away.

7 then went back to my house and sang to our heart's contents, recorded a lot of videos, practised for talent quest, we're going to woooooooow you, and if that doesnt work. we'll get vanessa to come on stage and thrust.

8 ended up with a jumper, japanese tweezers with cartoon geishas on them for my mum (lol!) and a bracelet at the end of the day. initial accessories are always on sale for ridiculous prices (this bracelet was $1, the alex and ani ring i wanted from urban outfitters $3) but why do they never have w's but always have b's and e's and m's left, why? i guess it works out for me. and maybe it could do with a bit less bling. its plain enough though. (i really want an initial ring.) not sure if ill have an opportunity to wear this.



ps go uruguay because no one likes you. you poor thing. here, have some milo!

Labels: holidays

this is a dangerously out-of-order, poorly-paragraphed blog post. if you read on and you break one of your eyeballs, im not payin' for it. i may buy you a monocle though.

woke up to a post-it note on the outside of my window: "youre beautiful dont you ever forget that wt". the inside of my window was wet, but the outside was perfectly fine so i managed to obtain it in great condition, even though it was fluttering in the wind. the smallest things can mean the most, hey? ♥

guess no one would really like to know about my day shopping. i finally bought the cobalt blue forcast dress ive had my eye on! had to choose between that and this silver one, that had pleats and folds, sophisticated and elegant in its own way. heart breaking, i tells you. wendy i thought you said you werent going to tell me about your shopping. .. i have no excuse for it, okay! i'm sorry! i'm sorry! put that knife back in your underwear.

you know what's addictive? seaweed! those fluffy salt ones in boxes.

senior english coaching starting in september! which means all current english tutor classes at truong being jumbled up. got the forms yesterday. i feel uneasy about it already, i hate change but looking forward to being in the same class as my friends! hopefully! the more hurlstonians the merrier teehee. tell me which one you guys are going to (it's all on saturday):

8:10-9:40
1:15-2:45
2:55-4:25
4:30-6:00

you know what's nice to reflect back on? dream jobs when when you were a kid. these were my biggest aspirations in life back then, and im sure most of you would be able to relate with at least one of these!

1 cashier everytime my mum bought things at kmart or at fruitland, i would stare in amazement at the cash registers. the buttons looked nice and chunky and the sounds that it made against the cashier's fingers or gloves would make me twirl and dance and see rainbows. no i was not smoking pot. my sister who is now 12, still pretends she is a cashier. she likes to put those disposable gloves on, and more often than not i would find my books wrapped up, my season of friends in sandwich wrap and my clothes folded in shopping bags.

2 teacher my mum bought me a chalk board when i was small. the ones on that kind of easel thing. and then i saved up my pocket money to buy a whiteboard. and i would pretend i had a class, and i would rule up pages in empty exercise books, and that would be my pretend roll. i had an imaginary class that i would teach. i used to hand out detention slips to the naughty imaginary kids (but i would name them the names of the bullies at my school. yes what sweet revenge.). i used to have a sticker chart too! after a while, i got my real student: my sister. i remember making my her line up to use the sink in the bathroom because that's what i had to do at pre-school. i was the one who taught her how to write the digits from 0-9 and the alphabet though :3

3 doctor my grandma bought me a plastic doctor's set. and i would check up all my dolls, scribble "prescriptions" and then i would take on the role of the chemist and sell medicine to them. my favourite was the stethescope, then one day, my grandma, being the beast she is, managed to acquire a real one! then i would make my dad lie down, pretend he was sick and check his heart beat. what i was listening for, i had no idea

you can see i talked to myself a lot as i provided the dialogue of myself, the shop customers, the students and the patients. probably explains why im the way i am now, loopy deranged loud aggressive.. yeah my mum and dad wasted rice on me.

by the way, i am cheering on argentina now ☺

Labels: everyday

i am actually still contemplating going to school tomorrow. (most of you who are reading this, are probably in bed at the moment, and reading it tomorrow afternoon, which in your context would be right now. as you are reading it. tricky, tricky.) i want to but i dont want to. who's catchin' my drift? last day of term 1, i made an apperance, sacrificed sleep for it and regretted it. teachers let us bludge and "explore" on our laptops due to all the other people who were absent.

i must warn you the next part is about pms and menstruation.

its all well and in good humour to blame it on pms when a girl's angry. i accept that, but it annoys me to my very core when people, particularly the males, who slap pms into my face as a reason everytime i show signs of being aggravated or pissed off. i found myself telling off one of my closest guy friends today. a girl in my class swore loudly at the teacher, stormed out the door in a fit, silencing the room more instantly than the silencio harry potter spell would. she's caused a lot of concern, and it's obvious her personal problems are more serious than any of us would know. he used this as an opportunity to loudly declare, "dang. it's pms." and i let that go. i was tempted to turn around and tell him to shut up. but then he did it a second time. of course we resolved everything by the next period, and there were no hard feelings but saying that just to get attention or provide a few laughs, that's not cool.

another instant today. whilst i was walking to pdhpe, a few of my friends informed me that one of my friends lost her bag, after leaving it at the group and finding out before 5th period that it wasnt there anymore. another one of my close guy friends approaches with her bag dangling on his finger, not even offering an explanation before walking off. he's in my class, so i walked after him, asking him where it was, who had it. but he wouldnt give me an answer, so i persisted, before he made it clear that i wasnt going to get any answers out of him. i yelled, "oh my gosh" before getting classified as pms.

now there's two points to this story. 1 guys who dont talk will never get a girlfriend, and 2 pms is not a legitimate reason. you piss me off, admit it, dont blame it on my non-existent menstrual period. when im actually being premenstrual syndromic, i walk around, make a scene, complain about everything in my life finishing my monologues with a strong declaration of "periods!". so wait until i do that, then you can point your finger and yell pms all you want, but dont get offended when i yell horny bastard with a third leg that he cant control. aka hbwatlthcc. actually i dont think i can remember that two can play at this acronyms game.

okay just remember, it's late and my brain's malfunctioning. and no i am not pmsing.

if life had background music
i'd play your song

Labels: not everyday

friday night and i am racking my brains for a worthy short story idea. so gangster.

volunteering tomorrow to help with the selective peeps who are potential hurlstonians for 2011! good luck to everyone tomorrow. there's about 500 of you as predicted, unless one of you applicants contracted mad cow disease or the swine flu and hence, can not attend this significant event. tomorrow will involve prancing around in my hurlstone uniform, waiting outside rooms to escort students to toilets to make sure they dont cheat and scaring off those that i indeed have to escort. maybe ill sing the hurlstone school song to them. stand outside their cubicle and yell, "hurrah! hurrah! for the plough and the harrow and the hoe." or maybe even chant cheer-o-wokka cheer-o-wokka ego ha! schweeeet.

quite excited about tomorrow actually! and sorry graaaaaaaaaaceee!

a few things i thought id archive:

♦ vincent said to me today, "you look ugly when you're sad."
♦ michelle looked at me in the eye today, patted me on the shoulder and said, "be safe."
♦ vanessa raised her eyebrows up and down like horny men do, and said, "stay in school."

signed up for engineering competition at unsw on tuesday. i have to sacrifice the icas english comp to go to that. yes, i did use the word sacrifice. i already burnt $6.60 when i didnt do science comp to go to that first grade ultimate frisbee competition. but english is my faaaaaave. like, totes, babe. (it hurts to talk like that, you know?) i actually had to think about which one to choose whereas everyone was just like, "yay, hi-5, bruh *thrust". made me feel abnormal. oh well. im going, not letting my team down. and we get free t-shirts. hopefully it says unsw on it, ill wear it and walk around, and go to that girl's house at my cousin's party that thought i was in uni, and say "hi, remember me? the girl that goes uni?"

Labels: everyday, scaring randoms that i may or may not see again

return of the bangs my hair, azuki cobalt blue dress, forcast white cardigan, razzmatazz black stockings, thrifted tan leather bag, my mummy found it fantabulous deer ring!







yeah the photos suck, they're from my camera phone. lay off my e71! a lot of people say cobalt blue makes me look the least ugliest. the best $70 i have ever spent, my favourite item of clothing. then there's my sandler flats. ive worn them ever since 2006, and my mum keeps telling me to let go but.. -cue my heart will go on by celine dion.



my mum's great. the woman has taste and she initiates taking me to vinnies and salvo's on her sunday afternoons and saturday mornings -giant bear hug-



i had this massive urge to clean out my room on saturday, and ended up redecorating. my wall is now not just bare naked green, and anybody with anything to contribute to my wall is truly welcome, i need variety and i want creativity from all over the place! i'd really appreciate it if you would like to contribute something :)



the tomato soup mug. me and this mug go waaaay back. last year at casula markets, i saw one exactly like this, but it was sold in a set with all these other ugly blue glass cups. they wouldnt sell it to me separately. stumbled upon this one in vinnies at mt pritchard, and it was so emotional, a reunion i never expected. oh, the wonders of the world. it is now mine, and proudly mine and sitting on my bookshelf looking prettaaay. none of you are welcome to hit on my tomato soup cup though.




sipping black tea in a boost juice up (no i didnt reuse it, my dad's friend gave us about two packets of these convenient little babies) whilst cheernig on callum! callum is still my masterchef 2010. oh that lisp.

Labels: outfit, thrift

how sweeeeeeeeeet! oh the pun. and is that pocky sticks that i spy forming the 'have'? :o -points finger and yells- ASIAN! ASIAN! ASIAN!

my piano teacher told me today that two of my grade 8 piano pieces are not ready for me to have my piano exam in october. usually exams occur in may and november, but this year they've pushed it back to october, hence leaving me 12 weeks. i am severely disappointed in myself. i cried for 4 hours in total no its not pre menstrual syndrome! this means my parents have to continue paying for my lessons for another 10 months, and i wont get it out of the way till half way through year 11. i wanted to be piano free by then. i was meant to have my exam may this year. and my teacher told me she's sure my school work is up to a fantastic standard, and that's why my piano's not as great as it used to be. that's the only piece of comfort im offering myself. im doing okay in school, i can live with that for now. i am so tempted to quit piano, like most people do at this level. ive been stuck on grade 8 for so, so long now. but i cant let myself give in to that, right?

i somehow got myself into class a for maths at truong. what the broccoli right? (how the heck do you spell that) arrived at the centre, with a congregation of year 10s already around the board. checked class b, found a few wendy's but they werent me. then scanned for michelle's name, found it. scanned for eric's, found it. checked class b again, got agitated. the alphabetical order was a bit dodgy, so double checked. didnt see my name on class a, so checked c, didnt see it there, thought i got kicked out. checked class a again, and there it was. there it was.

some of you were beating yourselves up over the fact that you didnt make top class, like angela, i thought she was going to grow scales and blow fire at everybody, but i was a tad annoyed about the class i got into. firstly, i am grateful that mr mai and truong believes i can cope in first class and hence put me there, but i think my skills in maths are rather inferior compared to people like ngoc, angela, eric, raymond. a large majority of people got 100% in their exit test and were placed in 2nd, whereas i got 96%. i was probably borderline at best, and mr mai decided to give me a chance in top. i know a lot of people would put my position to better use, and i am actually considering calling sir and asking if i can move to 2nd, despite the "students cannot change maths class" instructions on the board.

i think it is ridiculous what politicians do when there is an upcoming election. you suddenly see them popping up at schools and hospitals and nursing homes and everywhere, trying to prove that they care. it's like this nerve racking urge that they can fight, a fire burning inside of them, the strongest desire to go and kiss some babies.

so, you see, when i become prime minister, ill be genuinely nice. ya-huh. i wont kiss babies, ill kiss everyone. and instead of handing out flyers with a close up of my stupid face and some cheesy slogan like "together, let's move australia forward" (screw you julia gillard lol!), ill hand out kit kats and cupcakes and rainbows. yesssssss, vote me, people! my first act as prime minister will be to put in more parking space at cabramatta!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Labels: everyday, truong

posted on the noticeboard tonight at ngo & sons will be what class i got into for year 11. this is where dogs howl and an eerie dark landscape with bats fluttering about pops up. two of my closest truong buddies, genevieve (ever since year 5) and vivian (ever since year 6) are in class A, and i know that is like walking on the moon for me. hopefully i get into class B at least, fingers crossed, or i will lose all confidence in having selected extension 1 maths, and. you know. go crazy and buy a million cats and frizz my hair up and wear a bath robe all the time, yelling, "arjehwkejrhwkejrhwkejrhwkejrwer". as seen on the simpsons!

thanks catboy for staying up and telling me a bedtime story. and sorry for falling asleep in the middle of it! ♥

year 10 debating team to regionals! ☺ we defeated our own year 9 team in what was a very close debate, and a crap speech on my part.

our adjudicator for scram yesterday evening looked like santa clause. he had a long white beard and were missing two teeth so everytime he talked, he kinda whistled. he told us our method was wrong. i wonder how marks we're going to lose because of that, but he said he wont take marks off for certain aspects that we were not informed of before, so i guess it's all jolly and a good ho ho ho! our dreams of travelling to queensland to compete lives on!

margaret and i volunteered for country fair. whoever took the 10-12 time slot for white elephant stall..you better.. sell me stuff for cheap. heheh. working from 2-4. i also volunteered to help out next saturday at the selective exam for students year 8-10 that are hoping to get into hurlstone. sign up, keep me company! it counts towards gold level! yeah, like that ever convinced anyone. except margaret.

we extracted dna from bananas in science. sounds scientific doesnt it? we had to mush it all up, then add some water and sodium chlordie (ooooh see how smart i am) solution and detergent, and mix mix mix mix mix mix mix. then filter it with a funnel and filter paper out into a beaker, then add ethanol into the filtrate. and the stuff that accumulates at the top, is your dna, yes sir! this is exactly why i am doing biology next year. it is just. so. amazing.

[/sarcasm] well i did like the mushed banananananas.

and i do like biology

and oh, you're just so cosec-xy. wink to 10a1. thanks to the person who used that on me.

yes it is a math joke.

[hides in shame]

Labels: scram, truong

you are reading the blog of a fail netball referee, who enjoyed it very much.

my team, hurlstone 4, had to verse hurlstone 2 today. their team had no subs, whilst we had 4, so it was fairly given that one of us would have to keep time, one would keep the score and one would ref. thanks to karen and the year 11s for helping me (still iffy with the rules) and im pretty certain ive now made a few enemies. ive only ever been referee/umpire (what's the difference) for t-ball and softball before and they are very different sports. i'd rather ref than play, really, because i suck so much at the only position i like. looking up netball rules right now teehe.

guess what me, vanessa, vivian and christie are? mole sisters! we all discovered today that we have a mole on our left wrist, in the exact same spot.

everyone in the class had to write our names on a piece of paper (if you were doing it with a partner, then both your names) so mr schippers could pull them out and decide our order for presentations. i am such a pro, nicholas and i are the last group to present our agricultural sustainable practises presentation. (so nicholas matthew tan, who's house/which library or you could shout me a nice dinner at a fancy japanese restaurant and we can do it then?)

me and my scram (school conflict resolution and mediation) team were in room 14 practising for tomorrow evening, when lawrence opened the door, walked in and said, "what's this? can we borrow that corner of the room to practise for talent quest?" i yelled, "scram!" and he slammed the door, walked away, before i realise what i had just done, and desperately screamed, "no! no! come back! i didnt mean it in that way!"

and apparently if our scram team make it to the finals, we get to go to queensland?!

science assignment results and i. did. not. fail! currently petitioning for the mark that was unjustly taken away from me. mr watts was going through the assignment, point by point by point before i lost it and rudely yelled, "can i complain now" during one of his pauses. he laughed instead setting me on fire. what a nice chap.

went salvo's today and found a spectacular blue, white mini-polka-dotted dress. it was that type of shirt dress, with two pockets at the chest and a collar. shame that it was too big! perfect colour, perfect material, perfect style. ughugh.

oh, and i dont want to have your babies.

Labels: everyday, exams, scram, thrift

first day of term 3. yawn.

a lot of rehearsing, a lot of palm cards and too much news reporter tones. ladies and gentlemen, it was of course english speeches. i was the last to volunteer to present my speech today, the 5th in total. thanks to 10e for laughing at various intervals of my speech, made presenting my speech even more fun! and no that was not sarcasm. english is my love and speeches are my lovers. (not that i didnt mention suicide a couple of times when i was composing my speech.) look at it this way for all of you who are picking up your knives right now and ready to chop me: go through 1 speech, and watch 29!

mum took me to mt pritchard's vinnies today. it was wonderful, the thrift stores around fairfield arent all that big, the salvo's at fairfield doesnt make good use of its space and there are hardly any clothes there. racks and racks and racks of bags and bags and clothes at the store, i was literally too overwhelmed and was wondering around lost for a bit. (the bags were on top of the clothing racks and i was too short so had to walk around on tippy toes. got tired.) there's even an exclusive room for books and furniture! aaaaarrrrr, need to go back. need to find an even bigger store. and of course, i found a bag i liked, and it was blue, double score.

im going to marry someone that understands the art of thrifting.

got my bangs back! just in time for netball opens tomorrow. the boxhead wendy returns! oh i feel so ambiguous. rabbit, disguised as a box. miff miff. do boxes go miff miff?

team adam/callum/courtney/claire for masterchef! yes, just no jimmy. please.

Labels: boxhead, thrift

the second week of my holidays, as many of you already know, was spent in the library studying. and that's all good and jolly like a fat santa at christmas, but for me to have prioritised maths over english, and to have the exam turn out to be of that level. not. happy. jan! now i am stuck with a blank word document and a headache from falling asleep with my laptop still on with jim parson's voice blasting on the 15th episode of the 2nd season of the big bang theory.

one of the things im not looking forward to about school is adjusting my sleeping patterns. being the victim of nocturnalism that i am, i dont see how i will manage going back 4 hours to sleep at 11pm instead of 3am, and waking up at 7am instead of 11:30am. and just in the final few weeks of term when i finally will get used to it, the holidays will come knocking on my door and mess my body clock up. again.

did i ever tell you guys i had an emo phase? yes indeed, i wore intensive black clothing, had a love for skulls and listened to screamo. my top played now sees rnb dominating and about to conquer, whilst before, bands such as hawthorne heights and aiden were evident. did i change, or was it really just a phase?

can people change? theres that concept that people can, largely seen in movies and literature, i dont know whether to accomodate the public's love of that kinda thing or to reflect reality.

can people really go through epiphanies and make a realisation and adjust their ways for the better? or even if they undergo this process, their real self is still somewhere deep down? or, to quote fall out boy, do seasons change but people dont? i know ive tried changing for the better. of course i am flawed. of course there are certain characteristics that are undesirable and repulsive in me. the wrinkles in my personality, i indeed have ironed them out before. but after a while of wearing it, the wrinkles are evident again and by now, i am too tired to try and eliminate them when i feel the world will only bring about my bad temper, hypocrisy and arrogance again and again and again. coming from a pessimist, this is obviously bias. but we all have a personality as a spine, so to speak, and characteristics that build that spine. i really just dont think you can pull out a characteristic of a personality and destroy it completely, just like how a human spine wouldnt function properly if you pulled out an intervertebral disc.

do you believe people can really change? are you ready to accept these changes if you knew who they were before, and that that person was their actual real self? or were we put on this earth as imperfect beings to allow for us to change, and in the process, discover and grow as a person?

Labels: holidays, truong

explanation for the above photo: 7-eleven $1 hot chocolate is pretts good, yknow. even the bright orange is soothing somewhat.

im asian but i wanted aaron to win: that stupid bitchy bitchy bitch jimmy! he got lucky, i wanted him to be eliminated but no, the universe doesnt love me, and puts my two favourites in the elimination round, rendering jimmy and his curry powder safe. poor aaron. hmphity hmph hmph hmph! now who do i go for? he was the only one there with a genuine personality to me. maybe adam. claire is as dry as a sugarcane stick. i do like callum but his nerves always get him in the tasks and i dont like going for people who get unlucky in tasks, it makes me sad when they lose. his lisp is sexy though.

you'll need to know this to comprehend the insanity of the next paragraph: exit test. what is it? well the wendzilla dictionary defines it as a test that students who attend the ngo & sons tutoring centre (better known as truong) must take in year 10 to determine whether they have the capability to remain and study 3 unit mathematics, it requires intensive studying and involves enough stress to power a rocket into outerspace.

maths and being a nerd and stuff you probably dont want to read: every day of the past week has been spent at the library. i feel so accomplished. my day starts off with one of my friends calling me, listening to my morning voice and my "ughhhh what time is it oh my gosh 11?! what the hell why are you waking me upppp its eleeeevennnnn zzZzzzz yes i am awake yes i am listening" then me realising i need to study, showering, arriving and hardcoring it out. as hardcore as an apple core. (see, as my math improves, my english declines, im just not a person with balance.) then i complain about being hungry, my friends escort me around cabramatta and to my dismay, find nothing i deem as worthy of consuming. (thanks eric for buying me a pasta salad today!) then we go back and it's dark and we do practise question after practise question after practise question. to the point where mitchell's mum thinks studying everyday is not virtually possible, and turns up unexpectedly to spy on him and gets her theory of him going out to do drugs, proven wrong. then we go home at around 6:30pm, our brain juices dry and used up and our intestines in the shape of parabolas.

as of today, i have finished studying! i tackled all the topics on the sheet, made study notes then did about a hundred practise questions for each. vincent, mitch and simon photocopied my quadratic notes before smartypantsy vince comes up to me and starts proving my working out wrong. lowered my self esteem a lot, but after everybody left, me and him tackled a lot of the quadratics problem solving and i can do it now yayayayay thrust thrust

woes of a truong student and english lover: i have turned a blind eye on my english speech! i have not started and will have to start and complete saturday-monday. hopefully sunday, because i deserve a second day out this holidays :(

so this tagging thing: (echoing what vivian said) i really didnt understood it until now. thanks genevieve, eugene and vivian for tagging me! am i allowed to tag you guys? probably not right? or it'll just keep going round and round. that's great because i read g's and vivian's, okay here goes:

christie http://fearhasnovoice.blogspot.com
mitchell http://geekasaurusrawr.blogspot.com
manisay http://eatyourteacup.blogspot.com

Share one thing that nobody knows about you.
I can't do maths without counting in Vietnamese.

What is your biggest regret in life?
In the span of 15 years, hm.

What would you do with a thousand dollars?
Give $500 to my parents, $100 to my sister and stash away the remaining $400, using it slowly to buy items that are not necessary (but that I fall in love with) such as beautiful clothes and shoes and more shoes.

If you could go back in time, would you still pick the person you are with right now?
Yes.

What do you like or dislike about my (the taggers) blog page?
Vivian's perception of things and how it is translated always amuses me, and recently her photos are nice to look at. Genevieve's blog is just well, yknow, Genevieve's blog and who doesn't read it! And Eugene's recounts are interesting hahah.

i want to be a vet: after watching bondi vet, but i wouldnt be able to live with the guilt if someone's beloved pet died or i couldnt help one of them. thats why i gave up on my dream of being a barrister, other than the fact that i would probably break down in the court room and scream 'why cant we all just get along sniffle sniffle', the fact that i might lose a case for my client would give me many sleepless nights. and i cant work at coles either. because what if i sell flour and baking soda to a psycopath who invents a bomb and blows up parliament house? such dilemmas.

Labels: holidays, truong

been going to cabramatta library for the past few days, hardcoring it for the truong exit exam. id appreciate it if you non-truongers would stop bagging us out, we're already bleeding pronumerals and negative infinities as it is!

knocked out linear and perpendicular distance yesterday, got fantastical help today to get my trigonometry up to scratch, so that's three topics ive finished revising for! studied and procrastinated from 2:30-6 today. thanks mitch, simon, wilson, vincent and in particular eric! those guys are amazing, putting up with my temper and impatience e.g. escorted me around cabramatta just to help me find something to eat (we lost vincent along the way) and when i complained that there was nothing to eat, happily walked me back to the library where we located vincent (i went to red lea! he said), and where i started to complain that i was hungry. im a bit of a bitch, i know.

watched toy story 3 today, it was suuuuper duuuuuper! spanish buzz is a hottie. i give it ★ ★ ★ ★ ½!

study session tomorrow cabramatta library, 11am! people will be there before that time, and will be staying till around 6pm, so if you want some friends to study with, seek mathematical guidance from, show off your skills to, just drop by! all year 10s welcome. this time when we go roam cabra for food, i promise to find something to eat too hehe.

note there is no linear function! and what sort of discriminant questions will be in the exam? :(

1 my good friends know by now that i love glitter and would happily eat it for breakfast, lunch and tea.

2 truong exit exam, why arent you people studying? stop wasting your time, go go go! library study session today was good with (vincent and) eric, completed revising for linear and perpendicular distance. convinced catboy to call mr mai and he said there's no linear function! quadratic and hyperbola's a big topic, i think ill study that on wednesday and thursday, tomorrow will be logs. i still dont know what to press on the calculator. yes, and they call me a truong student, i get how to solve logs, just not the part where you insert it into the calculator to get the answer (h)

3 english speech. well, well, well. that's not going good at all is it? i open a word document everyday and it remains blank till i have to turn off my computer. moodle ruined my life! if i was a pac man, moodle would be one of those ghost things. evil evil cute little things. kinda like that virus i got yesterday. people keep sending me links to clothes they like and i always scream, "omfg is that a virus, hello? hello christie? is that you or have you been taken over by a virus?! talk to me woman, helloooo!?!?!?!?"

4 home made jelly rocks my socks. okay, that was cold, now im shivering. hot water bottles rock my socks.

5 just got an email from miss singh's personal email (hehe, no i am not going to give it to you erotically charged boys) and i got a part in the quarter final round to represent hurlstone in scram! yayyayayayayayyayayayyayayayayay with a billion yays on top!

6 hey gorgeous, i mean, flawless. well, thats what you are and how i see it is how i call it, yeah -insert horny emoticon with those moving eyebrows-

i was on im1music.net this morning after seeing it on one of my contact's personal messages in their now playing (shows how gullible i am), and i was roaming around. usually when i open something on a website, i always right click > open in new tab. i dont know, a habit i guess, and this usually avoids viruses. but i didnt this time, no idea why, and a pop up popped up, as it does, and i clicked on the x to close it, which allowed for some stupid evil manipulative disgusting filthy dirty man whore virus to come and insert itself into the bottom right hand corner of my task bar right next to my clock with a prominent and bright red, "is your anti virus software out of date? click here to activate!" i'm not stupid! dont trick me! i wasnt even fooled by you to begin with, i merely wanted to close you, why did you take advantage of me :'( everything went downhill from there, pop ups now permanently on my desktop, but i knew not to click them because if i touched them, the virus would spread like swine flu in a town of susceptible asians.

i dont know if this happens to you but whenever i get a virus, i start to shake and i think it's what people call an anxiety attack. me, being computer illiterate, does not help in this situation. why cant viruses attack people who know about computers?! its so unfair! pick on somewhere your own size, virus makers! i was literally shaking, not exaggerating here. my head felt hot and my brain felt clogged up, i couldnt even think properly. this probably derives from when i was a child, and our household only had one computer, and everytime i got a virus (come on, i was 6) my dad would get rather annoyed at me as i stuffed it up for the whole family. and yknow me, overwhelming amounts of guilt that fill my bloodstream with my cute little blood cells chanting evil, evil, evil, evil. ahhhh!

first instinct was to call the only computery person i am close with. he didnt pick up! so i called his best friend john, and woke him up by accident. (i owe him a lot for being so patient with me.) by now, i have restarted by computer twice and the virus was still on the desktop and would not let me open any programs, nor run any of my antivirus softwares. he recommended starting on safe mode and scanning. had to steal my dad's keyboard because the virus has also blocked out my bluetooth keyboard. f m l much? i was starting to think of the word reformat. you know me. i hate change. and reformat is not good! ive had this computer since 2006, ive had viruses and ive rid them before. argh, scanned and found nothing! and this was after church at around 4pm so i resorted to google. found a portable antispyware one, so did all the jibber jabber with that, got it onto my computer, detected a whopping 1634 infected items, deleted all that and i was so happy! i ran over to my dad's room and started singing burnin' up, skipped around, until i came back into my room with my computer restarted, and the virus still there on my beautiful screen. "it appears your computer is at risk, activate antivirus software now?" my heart saaaaaaaaaaaank, the expression on my face went from whoooooooooooooo! to fuckkkkkkkk youuuuuuu.

i was still shaking.

scanned over and over and detected a few more items each time. i was losing hope and knew i had to get a move on with my english speech and i had to know that my computer was okay for me to study for my truong exit test with peace. (its ocd (anagram of ocd is cod hahahha)) so. headed for my windows xp disc. pressed eject, rebooted computer. halt. stop. what am i forgetting? system restore, the underdog, the thing no one believes in. the option that i suggested to john but was told probably wouldnt work. so i try it anyway, the "last resort". people it worked! (damn this no cap locks formatting which wont convey my excitement and emphasis.) along with intense praying to god. (at church when we had to pray, i prayed about my computer. at home when we had to pray before dinner, i prayed about my computer. when i was watching the anti virus software scan, i prayed about my computer. i know some of you arent christian so heres another way to look at it; it kept me sane and gave me the feeling that everything will indeed be okay!) arghaghrahrgahrharhaghraghrar nothing's popping up right now, i am so ecstatic, recounting this and revisiting all those horrible feelings i had of losing all my documents music and photos, arhgarharharhar. come over and ill give you some of my honey soy chips. thank you to john and eric for being so patient with me!

now everytime someone asks me something and tells me something over the net im paranoid. and dont tell me system restore is just temporary and will only stay like this for a few hours because i swear, i will rip my heart out right now.

now i need a drink. havent had intake of fluids since 1:30pm because of this stupid life threatening virus. why do people do this to poor little asian girls like me. im just one tiny vietnamee girl!

and last but not least, sorry for putting you through such a pointless post.

Labels: thank you god, virus

is this addiction? it feels like ive been hiding under a rock, i feel so isolated and unupdated just because i havent turned my computer on in three days. furthermore, i am eating instant noodles without boiling water. the asian one in the silver packet with "mama" written on the front in red. getting my jist?

my title has nothing to do with twilight. my calendar says that tomorrow, there is going to be a new moon. as in our natural satellite in the sky. i think that realisation's probably going to cause a few of you to close this page and read something else. (yes mylynn, im talkin' about you.) i didnt know that the moon reflected off the sun's light or whatever till a few weeks ago when vincent informed me. "what?! you really thought the moon glowed by itself? wow, that's, you're- that's so cool! that you would actually think that! aw!" yes, pity laughs and regarding me as cute because my iq is about -2. what does iq stand for? oh i know, intelligence quotient (y) see, my intelligence quotient just rose about 1.

i need a haircut. but everytime i get one, i look like a box. speaking of quadrilaterals, truong exit exam is coming up and even my fingernails are screaming in terror. |AX + BY + C| / √ A² + B² → (X, Y) PEOPLE.

you know that thing where you look at a bright light, then you look away and blink and you can still see the outline of the light you were looking at? in the few last days of school, mr purves was standing next to the window and it was very sunny. but i cant concentrate or absorb information when a teacher's talking without looking at them, and being the rather verbal man that purves is, i had to keep my eyes on him. i looked away, blinked and pwoah i saw the outline of purves' head and the window panes. and i blinked really fast just to see it over and over and over again. probably looked like i was on the verge of epilepsy.

and i know this is kind of late buuuuuut you pocky sticks make me smile like my heart's on fire!



i really appreciate everybody who reads, who spends a few minutes on my blog whenever i update it. without you guys this would just be a lonely and cold site. i got a few formspring questions about not blogging. seriously guys, i do care about you! i just dont want to put up 'everyday' crap that i go through, boring mundane stuff. okay like, "so today i got out of bed and i started to blink. then i started to inhale and exhale and inhale then exhale and then i started to stretch accompanied by noises that could be mistaken as sex noises." see? not very nice. i appreciate every minute spent on here by you, and i try to make it worthwhile. emphasis on try. teehee, love you sweet peas!

Labels: holidays

you guys know i want to be a rabbit by now, right? fifi lapin is my idol.

its past your bedtime. but i am up waiting for answers, for someone to hopefully wake up and for the soccer match to start. might as well blog, keep myself awake (thanks genevieve for the inspiration to late night post whilst im this unconscious and good luck with my instructions for the link so people can follow your blog!)

went to parramatta with margaret, vanessa, michi-d and c-duong today!
1 christie has an adam's apple as realised on the train.

2 bought a new jumper, replica of the one from forever new but i cant pay for that! i am asian and poor and i eat rice (i dont know what that means either).

3 we all dressed up to look like we can afford clothes, i wore my mum's sequined blazer and got nice compliments from shop keepers, i didnt know they were directed at me to begin with, oh those people, trained to woo people into liking the shop.

4 thrifting with margaret at salvation army, bought a bag, i am in love with floral blouses from salvo's, but they are all size 12 and i need a 8/10 in over sized blouses!

5 fell in love with the pale green white floral dress at forcast but it was $27 so vanessa told it to suck my dick. not really, but that's something she would say. and fell in love with this bag. it was on sale! going to get it. the bokeh effect is -insert asian emoticon smiley face here-



6 found the tales of mystery and madness by edgar allan poe! a small book with gold pages. i want i want i want! and the catcher in the rye but it was the same price as my dress so i cried and walked away.

7 then went back to my house and sang to our heart's contents, recorded a lot of videos, practised for talent quest, we're going to woooooooow you, and if that doesnt work. we'll get vanessa to come on stage and thrust.

8 ended up with a jumper, japanese tweezers with cartoon geishas on them for my mum (lol!) and a bracelet at the end of the day. initial accessories are always on sale for ridiculous prices (this bracelet was $1, the alex and ani ring i wanted from urban outfitters $3) but why do they never have w's but always have b's and e's and m's left, why? i guess it works out for me. and maybe it could do with a bit less bling. its plain enough though. (i really want an initial ring.) not sure if ill have an opportunity to wear this.



ps go uruguay because no one likes you. you poor thing. here, have some milo!

Labels: holidays

this is a dangerously out-of-order, poorly-paragraphed blog post. if you read on and you break one of your eyeballs, im not payin' for it. i may buy you a monocle though.

woke up to a post-it note on the outside of my window: "youre beautiful dont you ever forget that wt". the inside of my window was wet, but the outside was perfectly fine so i managed to obtain it in great condition, even though it was fluttering in the wind. the smallest things can mean the most, hey? ♥

guess no one would really like to know about my day shopping. i finally bought the cobalt blue forcast dress ive had my eye on! had to choose between that and this silver one, that had pleats and folds, sophisticated and elegant in its own way. heart breaking, i tells you. wendy i thought you said you werent going to tell me about your shopping. .. i have no excuse for it, okay! i'm sorry! i'm sorry! put that knife back in your underwear.

you know what's addictive? seaweed! those fluffy salt ones in boxes.

senior english coaching starting in september! which means all current english tutor classes at truong being jumbled up. got the forms yesterday. i feel uneasy about it already, i hate change but looking forward to being in the same class as my friends! hopefully! the more hurlstonians the merrier teehee. tell me which one you guys are going to (it's all on saturday):

8:10-9:40
1:15-2:45
2:55-4:25
4:30-6:00

you know what's nice to reflect back on? dream jobs when when you were a kid. these were my biggest aspirations in life back then, and im sure most of you would be able to relate with at least one of these!

1 cashier everytime my mum bought things at kmart or at fruitland, i would stare in amazement at the cash registers. the buttons looked nice and chunky and the sounds that it made against the cashier's fingers or gloves would make me twirl and dance and see rainbows. no i was not smoking pot. my sister who is now 12, still pretends she is a cashier. she likes to put those disposable gloves on, and more often than not i would find my books wrapped up, my season of friends in sandwich wrap and my clothes folded in shopping bags.

2 teacher my mum bought me a chalk board when i was small. the ones on that kind of easel thing. and then i saved up my pocket money to buy a whiteboard. and i would pretend i had a class, and i would rule up pages in empty exercise books, and that would be my pretend roll. i had an imaginary class that i would teach. i used to hand out detention slips to the naughty imaginary kids (but i would name them the names of the bullies at my school. yes what sweet revenge.). i used to have a sticker chart too! after a while, i got my real student: my sister. i remember making my her line up to use the sink in the bathroom because that's what i had to do at pre-school. i was the one who taught her how to write the digits from 0-9 and the alphabet though :3

3 doctor my grandma bought me a plastic doctor's set. and i would check up all my dolls, scribble "prescriptions" and then i would take on the role of the chemist and sell medicine to them. my favourite was the stethescope, then one day, my grandma, being the beast she is, managed to acquire a real one! then i would make my dad lie down, pretend he was sick and check his heart beat. what i was listening for, i had no idea

you can see i talked to myself a lot as i provided the dialogue of myself, the shop customers, the students and the patients. probably explains why im the way i am now, loopy deranged loud aggressive.. yeah my mum and dad wasted rice on me.

by the way, i am cheering on argentina now ☺

Labels: everyday

i am actually still contemplating going to school tomorrow. (most of you who are reading this, are probably in bed at the moment, and reading it tomorrow afternoon, which in your context would be right now. as you are reading it. tricky, tricky.) i want to but i dont want to. who's catchin' my drift? last day of term 1, i made an apperance, sacrificed sleep for it and regretted it. teachers let us bludge and "explore" on our laptops due to all the other people who were absent.

i must warn you the next part is about pms and menstruation.

its all well and in good humour to blame it on pms when a girl's angry. i accept that, but it annoys me to my very core when people, particularly the males, who slap pms into my face as a reason everytime i show signs of being aggravated or pissed off. i found myself telling off one of my closest guy friends today. a girl in my class swore loudly at the teacher, stormed out the door in a fit, silencing the room more instantly than the silencio harry potter spell would. she's caused a lot of concern, and it's obvious her personal problems are more serious than any of us would know. he used this as an opportunity to loudly declare, "dang. it's pms." and i let that go. i was tempted to turn around and tell him to shut up. but then he did it a second time. of course we resolved everything by the next period, and there were no hard feelings but saying that just to get attention or provide a few laughs, that's not cool.

another instant today. whilst i was walking to pdhpe, a few of my friends informed me that one of my friends lost her bag, after leaving it at the group and finding out before 5th period that it wasnt there anymore. another one of my close guy friends approaches with her bag dangling on his finger, not even offering an explanation before walking off. he's in my class, so i walked after him, asking him where it was, who had it. but he wouldnt give me an answer, so i persisted, before he made it clear that i wasnt going to get any answers out of him. i yelled, "oh my gosh" before getting classified as pms.

now there's two points to this story. 1 guys who dont talk will never get a girlfriend, and 2 pms is not a legitimate reason. you piss me off, admit it, dont blame it on my non-existent menstrual period. when im actually being premenstrual syndromic, i walk around, make a scene, complain about everything in my life finishing my monologues with a strong declaration of "periods!". so wait until i do that, then you can point your finger and yell pms all you want, but dont get offended when i yell horny bastard with a third leg that he cant control. aka hbwatlthcc. actually i dont think i can remember that two can play at this acronyms game.

okay just remember, it's late and my brain's malfunctioning. and no i am not pmsing.

if life had background music
i'd play your song

Labels: not everyday