before i say anything else, another huge, colossal, monolithic thankyou to the support you guys continue to give margaret, alvin and me! (that's why that heart is up there *grins*). thank you all so much for turning up again inside the hall yesterday to watch us perform! (especially my group in the front row who swarmed me with hugs when i got off stage). and well, for those who couldnt see, i had a massive massive smile on my face that got into the way of my singing. you guys are the best.

(happy birthday nicholas! may you become super rich and buy us hot pots.)

we were meant to perform from 10:20 - 10:40 but cameron mather's performance ran through to about 10:35! mrs wuhrer told us it would be okay if we went over time. the organisation was great, mrs wuhrer and mr craig were really nice to us. however, it kinda felt like they thought we couldnt sing or play guitar at all, considering her knowledge of my main instrument being piano. we had a massive group hug before we went on stage, which included kabir, our rapper for airplanes!

the microphones kept stuffing up. it seems like we can't go through one performance without something dying on us. kabir was in the middle of the airplanes rap when his mic died so he had to share mine and it looked like he was trying to kiss me as i was sitting down. he would've liked that. reow. but margaret offered her mic so bad luck, kabir. hehe. my microphone stand was slowly drooping down, no idea why! i had to bend my back so my voice would be directed into the mic, and it was getting sore. luckily, cameron mathers ran on stage and fixed it for me! what a gentleman. i like him now.

then i did my dedication to catboy! oooooh, somebody cried. teehe :3

liza's surprise party was hectic! eric and raymond experienced first hand what it was like to be a part of our group. all the screaming and jumping and balloon popping. the birthday cake from the cake merchant @ liverpool was the best cake we've had all year. the decorations were beautiful too. purple and white- my favourite colour combination in the world! (well, purple and silver is my favourite but close enough).

explored all of country fair in about 10 minutes. so just sat down in that big sunny field with my bag of fairy floss and sang along to eric's guitaring. (now that ive performed in front of him, there's no reason not to sing anymore, right? [i used to never ever ever sing to him.]) stupid boy with big hands with awesome guitar skills. i cant do bar chords. well now whenever i want to sing something, ill ask him to learn the chords and i can sing to my heart's content.

helping out at white elephant was not as coool as expected. they made us stay till 4:30. eric was nice enough to stay to help me help them. wrapping up glasses and vases in newspaper, moving stuff around, packing up books. eugh. ill take a photo of my purchases from white elephant soon though.

mitchell's party at my thuan at 6 was great too! i finally know how to eat crispy noodles. oh. yeee. mitchell loved his album and i think joki was taking photos of all the pages in the lyrics booklet! oh and plus. it was hologrammical. ya. anna and nicholas got into a chilli sauce eating contest. each had to gulp a spoonful of chilli sauce until one gave up. they got up to around 10 spoons until anna couldnt take it anymore. and nicholas kept getting aroused from all our girly conversations.

keep your testicles in place, nicholas.

oh no, history and science tomorrow! i am so screwed.

Labels: birthday, country fair, dedication, party

talent quest was so. much. fun! year 10, you guys are truly one supportive and encouraging bunch! i just love the atmosphere of talent quests. everybody's cheering each other on, everybody hyped up. my skeleton wanted to jump out of my skin so it could run around and jump up and down on chairs and yell and clap along and boogie. breeeak it doooown!

i never knew our grade was so talented. hello good morning baby stop calling by shock was like a mini a2n to non-asian music. then there's karen, the anna's, ying, thanh's group which was soooo unexpected! danica and jenny rocked as usual. and kabir who said, "kd junior and the casual get together boyz in the house tonight" LOL! grace's voice is magnificent too. stupid cd was a bit too loud though, but still! ♥





got such wonderful and supportive comments back about my performance, my cheeks are still red and the butterflies are still fluttering inside! i remember the cheers and screams and yells and clapping and wooooo-ing margaret, alvin and i got before the spotlight was even turned on! i could feel my smile stretching across my face. "people actually like me!" i thought to myself, hehehe. but really, that just lifted my confidence. and made me more nervous in a way. all that cheering, and what if i delivered a downright crap performance. not only would i spoil margaret and alvin's efforts but disappoint people who have strained their vocal chords for me! the spotlight was ultra. i couldnt see any of you. which wasnt too great, i like connecting with my audience, yo. my homies. im sure the smile was still on my face as i could still hear the support you generous people were still giving margaret, alvin and me. oh you guys. got really nice comments in class too! andy, alan, leonard and all that even said things. and you know boys. stoic. never express emotion. all very mr potato-head like. *smiles*

stupid year 11 and 12 src members. the guitar was not plugged into the amp. the cord was plugged into the guitar but it wasnt connected to the speakers. ruined the point of having a semi acoustic guitar eh? i screamed out, "my guitar isnt plugged in!" but the stupid stage man was like, "yes, yes it is. just go, perform! we're running out of time!" a couple of times so i just started. then during the middle of our performance, jo elliot comes and whispers into my ear, "hey your guitar isn't plugged in." no shit sherlock! :(

i never know how to react to compliments. i inevitably just smile really big and express my fuzzy feeling inside with a high pitched, "thankyouuuuuuuuuuu!" probably did freak some people out.

performing at country fair tomorrow again at 10:20 i think? its just going to be a repeat of our act today, and a few separate songs, but with all that good feedback from you guys- i cant wait to perform again!

Labels: school event

discovered hair on my legs today. does that mean ill have to start shaving and waxing and moisturising and fulfilling all these woman duties now. for heaven's sake, im so lazy i find it painful to wash my stupid face.

nothing else that's interesting in my life at the moment. im sorry.

happy birthday ryan! went over the line in order to find something. ended up buying him kit kat. found myself questioning whether he would like it or not. but who doesnt love kit kat? (so many birthdays. time to make people feel special even if it means starving at lunch times. they better like my poor taste in presents.) then went into the newsagent. just in time, the lady was holding new copies of frankie!

today i got given a flyer for some under 18s event whilst walking around cabramatta with angela and liza. i responded, "no i am actually totally against this kinda thing" to the girl's enthusiastic, "are you guys into dancing!" and gave it back. (i didnt mean i dont like dancing. you know what i mean.) better than wasting it and throwing it in non-recycling bins because recycling ones arent provided at cabramatta. but seriously. me. under 18s dance-whatever-they're-called. nuuu.

fell in love with a man shirt at loose threads. (i had to bold it to emphasise the manliness). it was $10, on the sale racks outside. and i only had $5. angela and liza offered to let me borrow some cash, but. you know. i want to buy the xl and wear it as a dress, teehe. it's white. it has random words/letters, my unphotographic memory seems to recall a lot of capital letter g's, and a lot of rectangles in red, blue, green and yellow. for all i know, it means "have sex with me in different colours". thats my conclusion, angela said it was in german. i dont care. i want it!

Labels: everyday, wishlist

the act of ignoring and purposely not communicating with someone has always seemed immature and pointless to me due to the fact that it really does not produce a desirable result, if any. but recently, i have found myself practising it. and now i understand why people do it.

the mentality i had did not involve any elements like wanting my anger to be publicly recognised, nor did it have anything to do with an attempt at wanting to make the other person feel rejected. it was simply me not even being able to make eye contact without blood gushing through my veins and my cute little red blood cells chanting, "traitorrrrrrrr!"

the strange thing with me, bubbly chubbies, is that i dont like to expose my anger. yes, sure, i walk around screaming about my uterus and what a bitch the chip company is for only filling up half my packet, but when it comes to serious situations, i like to keep it below the surface, and wait for the intensity of the issue to fade. though it never truly fades away or vanishes because i find it so hard to forgive and forget.

i managed to push the issue to the side after a week. but more things have popped up today and i feel like such a irrational person having to resort to such levels so i dont accidentally bust my voice box screaming in anger and ruining a friendship altogether. communication is the key, yes, i've heard that. but i would just rather deal with it myself and wait for everything to calm down. you guessed it. im keeping quiet towards particular people at the moment, hoping the issue will go away.

but this time, my red blood cells are chanting, "liar".

theres a degree of trust i have in certain people, and certain amounts of trust that people invest in me. of course this trust stems from the closeness of a friendship, and the security one feels. quite frankly, im sick of always trying to help when i cant even get the truth in return. tired of the term 'best friend' being reduced to 'one of my best friends' to avoid jealousy. they say in high school you find out who you are, but what if you're just following the crowd, trying to fit in, making mistakes, going off track.

how can i keep someone on track when i dont even know what track they're on?

Labels: not everyday

in memory of the mi goreng (mì khô, ya viet pride) store yesterday which was apparently a big rip off. i wouldnt know but my sources tell me so. why wasnt i there, you ask? i mean, why wasnt wendy there, you ask?

because wendy was at an inter-zone regional debate!

it was good, good fun. versed concord high school (no idea whatsoever where that is. then again, the name hurlstone doesnt really plot our school on the map either). we got to meet and greet, mingled a bit, they were pretty nice but i knew there was a fiesty side i would have to face in the debate.

topic was that all examinations should be replaced by assessment tasks and the hurlstone team was negative! we basically said we should keep the current education system and have both exams and assessment tasks. you guys should know by now that ive never spoken for longer than 4 minutes in a debate (horrible, i know, but we only get an hour to discuss and prepare and im always too scared to improvise from dot points so i write my whole speech out) but the arguments they brought up were so illogical that i got up and rebutted nearly every single thing the first speaker on the other team said, and ended up reaching the 7 minute continuous bell.

im restraining from babbling on about debating because i know it is boring for those who arent concerned sometimes, but trust me, it was very enraging. they depicted exams to be a monstrous, cruel being. they actually said, "exams can lead to suicides, sleep deprivation and are mentally harmful". they missed the point completely. also brought up pathetic statistics like "78.3% of all teenagers said they dont get enough sleep the night before an exam". so yep. angered me so much, i got up and frantically tried to get everything across for 7 minutes.

and of course hurlstone won! off to regionals quarter finals now!

was so happy afterwards, decided to go cabra and celebrate. i bought those asian waffle things. then i had to pee. so i made nicholas buy something at gloria jeans just so i could use their bathroom. what a lovely boy. he even let me have some of his white mocha whatever. im not good with coffee names. i know it tasted nice though. but i think i might have glandular fever now because nicholas contracted it from .. reow! ;) no, not a cat.

closed weekend today was spent at maccas with grace and liza! then grace went to the station, whilst liza accompanied me to salvo's! thrifted a wish strapless floral dress! oh i love it, even if it is a bit too big. my mum says it is the first decent length dress i have bought so i guess its all goooood.

election tomorrow. who are you going to vote for? my mum's giving me her vote. i feel like ive been trusted with such a huge huge huge responsibility. like ive been inducted as queen and now must perform my duties. or something. labor or liberal, labor or liberal. no i aint voting for the sex party. oh im just going to tell my mother im not taking her vote.

one last thing. i wish i was lenient with compliments. the concord coach complimented me and said i had a nice voice and a nice ring. mum took me to fairfield forum and i got compliments on my combat boots from a shopkeeper. i feel like such a wrinkly, evil old woman with a wart on her nose who eats children sometimes.

Labels: debate, everyday, thrift

a big happy birthday to emerson cabrera! i remember last year when he came to hurlstone to visit me on my birthday and surprised me with a big bang cd! oh i owe him a lot. hm what to get you, emerson. hope you're having fun at uni, gramps!

nts presents for liza, thai, emerson, mitchell, ryan and nicholas. you august people, making a hole in my pocket.

finished netball early today which means more time to roam cabramatta! michelle and i found a store in cabramatta that sells k-pop cd's wink wink. but they're still pretty expensive and tbh i wouldnt spend (my own) money on a k-pop cd. when there's bands like anberlin, boys like girls, kisschasy and so on! that's why i appreciated it even more when emerson bought me one teehe.

19 acts for the year 10 talent quest?! talk about talented. well duh, wendy, it's a talent quest? shut up. two periods just for our grade! and it's also reached my knowledge that it is also a mufti? say what?! i need a floral dress to wear with my boots asap.

also we were on a hunt for these! do you guys remember them? michelle reminded me and all i recalled when the fact that i got banned from buying them whenever my mum was grocery shopping because i would never eat them in time and they would melt. 60c for 10 of these mini packets, michi and i split.




i didnt know what haw meant (and i was pretty sure it had nothing to do with its homophone), so i looked it up.

1 noun fruit of the hawthorn
2 noun the nictitating membrane of a horse

so it's either fruit mashed up and dried, or the eyelid of a horse. hmph. well. it's nice and it brings back memories and it looks like a mini fire cracker. so its all goooood in da hoooood.

big thank you to eric for an enjoyable and hilarious afternoon! i could slap that giant as much as i wanted and he still would want to make sure i get home safely.

went home. my mum loves gardening, so she has about 6 or so flower pots at the front of the house with flowers in them. we noticed two of them had all of the flowers pulled out and chucked on the ground next to it. uh. crazy felines or anti-flower-emo? or flower pirates! im scared. idiotic garden bandits. a reason why i should vote for the greens and make them pass laws which will punish this sort of injustice to my mum's plantations! oh those poor flowers, poor poor souls. the thing is the flower pots are in front of my bedroom. so. more sleeping in my sister's room tonight.

update on my tinnitus. the ringing is still there, but i guess im learning to get used to it. and it's kind of going away. i think, i think. i dont know. sometimes when you think you can hear something, you hear it louder. so im trying to think it away. ive been on my toes for the past few days. my mum had the tap on at the sink and i thought it was my ears and jumped up and started searching around, poking my ears, slapping the sides of my face. then the cleaner had the vacuum cleaner on at school, and you know how it makes that sort of high pitched eeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! well. yeah. i started looking left and right, left and right, up and down, shoved my fingers in my ears and started wiggling them. took them out. looked around. im going crazy.

hug me whilst you can because im going to a psych ward soon.

Labels: embarrassing stuff that only wendy would go through, thank you god

tinnitus. despise all the medical conditions i claim to have, this one i actually am a victim of.

it was two days ago when i was in bed, ready to close my eyes that i noticed a faint ringing. and you know me and night time dont go well together, i usually hear a lot of things that are totally normal but i perceive to be either someone trying to break into my house or a monster in my wardrobe that is eating all my coat hangers. i turned around in bed a couple of times, but it still wouldnt go away. then i realised it was coming from inside my head. and in particular, my right ear.

words cannot comprehend how frightened i was. i could actually hear my heart beat. something like a broken arm, yeah, i might laugh at because it would fix itself and i would have fun running around with a cast on, but this would be permanent and i would have to live with it for the rest of my life. it's been two days so i dont think it's temporary tinnitus. sigh. talked to michelle the next day at school, she said, "yeah i hear a ringing all the time!" which made me feel a bit better. she said she hears it sometimes when she's in the car or when it's really quiet. i dont hear it in the day time though, only when it's quiet. so that's somewhat a plus. i was so scared of hearing the ringing and of how it would remind me of how i have this condition that i decided to sleep with my sister. because she snores. so it would mask the ringing somewhat.

i still have hope it will go away. fingers crossed and praying to god. literally. i hope he sees that i have learnt my lesson with too much ipod-ing and phoning. please, god, please, take this ringing away from me! :(

Labels: depressed

firstly, a happy birthday to thai and nikkida! more and more people turning 16, i feel so joyous despite the assignments and assessment tasks that are circling me. speaking of which, yesterday was christie's party at mounties! went to christie's house first, she had just bought a new dress just for her party, reow! she was starting to regret the fact that it was black, and her blazer was black and i pointed out it looked like she was going to a funeral, rather than celebrating the anniversary of her birth.

the lady that we were confronted by at the venue was a downright bitch. she talked to christie's mum as if she was a child, exchanged annoyed glances with her colleagues whilst christie's mum wasnt looking and gave us a threat on what would happen if we were to wonder out of the buffet area. hey lady, we had a table booked, we called beforehand. and she gave us another lecture on how you cant just rock up with a large group of people blah blah blah. that whole dilemma along with her speeches lasted about 15 minutes. whatever. at the end when she found the decency to greet us with a fake "you go have a good night!" only to have margaret mutter, "you go fuck yourself". and that to me, was quite refreshing.

let me tell you now, i am very bad with buffets. my meals are very small and i snack in between. i eat literally not even half a bowl of rice at home for dinner. so i starved myself yesterday. just to make it worth it. in the end, i only ate two dishes and had to make up the rest of my $10 through ice cream cones. about 5 or 6 at the least, soft serve machines are fun.

at one point throughout the evening, a waiter dropped a plate behind me, and the pieces flew this way and that, and one of them hit my hand right on the knuckle. and it would not stop bleeding. i wiped the blood away the first time, and looked down a few minutes later to see a line of blood slowly running down to my wrist and a big blood-ball-looking-figure ready to ooze out of the cut made. after another 5 minutes it still was bleeding and one word came to mind: haemophilia! it was realistic to think so, my sister had it when she was not even one years old. which makes my mum a carrier. so vanessa started applying pressure whilst i lick my ice cream cone in the other hand. then genevieve, then tracey whilst they ate with their other hand. gave them excuses to hold my hand. probably was funny for other people to see: me sitting there, ice cream cone in left hand whilst genevieve's left was holding my right hand, as she ate her jelly with a spoon in her right. both diligently eating, acting as if the holding hand part was not there at all. then i realised i just needed to keep my hand still for 10 minutes because moving the muscles inside triggered more and more blooood! bloood!

so i dont have haemophilia.

mushed up a lot of ice cream and what not from the dessert bar to compile christie's cake! christie lost the "16" candles which were meant to be passed down along the group to each person that turned 16! had to evacuate at 7:45pm, we all walked out with ice cream cones in our hands to piss that lady at the front off. ended up taking at least 200 photos on the stairs, escalators, chairs, that big fat pole in the middle with mirrors on it.

got home, took off my skirt and got into bed. it hurt to even move. too. much. ice cream. then had to get out of bed to put my pjs on. woke up at 4am. woke catboy up. went through sleep paralysis a couple of times. (read about it here if you dont know what it is). and i am still full. it feels like im pregnant.

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unsw engineering competition! finally remembered that i promised you guys i would upload photos. it was a great day despite the rain and mr trotter's horrible sense of direction. everybody was given free t-shirts. except half of the hurlstonians who attended because we were late. and i blame mr trotter for making us run back and forth about the bus tickets! his moustache makes me forgive him though.





blazer crew! we were team 19 for the day!





the first challenge was the egg seatbelt one set by the rta. we were given a limited supply of materials and had to build a "seat belt" for two eggs so that when they were put in a cart, pushed down the ramp (as seen in the picture) and finally at the end, where they hit a brick, the eggs do not break. both eggs not breaking would automatically mean 1000 points! we got 900 because there was a slight crack on one of them, yay! and i have no pictures from the next challenge because i hated it lol! but we had to build a turbine, and then when water runs through it, there would be this machine that measures how much energy is being created.



peeled off the team name sign from our table and had it on my skirt. hahs pride, you stupid james ruse-ians that were surrounding me. i swear, it was our table and then 4 ruse tables around us.







last challenge was to build a "bridge" that would hold as many kilos as possible without caving! we decided to go with triangles whilst other smartass kids (cough james ruse) bundled straws together and stuck a cup at the end. their one held about 25kg. stupid ruse kids. but hey hey, who's farm is bigger?!?!?!?!?







i asked mr trotter to take the photo for us and he got offended that i deliberately left him out. hehe. i didnt though. i asked him to go into the photo and i'll take it, but he said his beauty had been comprehended enough.

uh. okay.

Labels: birthday, party, school event

i want to sign up and perform at country fair because it seems like so much fun i but i dont think my voice is near the level that it needs to be to perform at an annual hurlstone event! ill scare people and they'll never want to come here again and the government will sell all the land on the farm and hurlstone will be hurlstone no more. we'll just be like james ruse, with a backyard as a "farm", and a few ducks. and maybe a lemon tree.

apparently there's a 50% sale tomorrow at vinnies? must. go. need. blouses. and. blazers. tracey told me today i should do more outfit posts, it made me feel all fuzzy and warm inside hehe.

okay, i started contemplating something today: how are you supposed to feel if a boy had a crush on your boyfriend? no freaking idea.

today, i got my first award at assembly for this year! it was for the henry lawson society of nsw national literary competition. i was told i was a finalist two months ago, and never heard about it again. got a 'commended' certificate, and mr norris said only 10 were given out in the state, so yay! it's like, gold plated and it has the title of my story on it as well, awww (too bad i never saved that story- typed it up, swore about how weird it was, printed it and closed the document). it was unexpected. but now my hope in english is restored and i am a bit more confident about taking on 3 unit english next year!

christie's party tomorrow, woohoo! still unsure on what to wear. probably my brogues, no point in clip cloppin' around in heels at a buffet. it would just limit my abililty to take advantage of the fact that it's a buffet. and apparently we're going to steal all of their desserts and use that as christie's birthday cake, nice one.

before i go. its awkward when you think people are talking about you, even though you're sitting right there through means which allow them to conceal what is actually being communicated. probably just me being paranoid. like i always am.

love you because you are, every single star
in the constellation that's a light in my heart

Labels: everyday

i am typing this blog with fingertips that have been swallowed up by super glue (my sense of feel is temporarily gone), cold hands that i am trying to get warm with the help of my desk lamp and blood that is gushing quickly through my veins to maintain my body temperature which means my kidneys have to filter more blood more quickly, which means more waste is extracted and hence making me want to pee thirty times a day. one of the things i hate about winter.

walked into the office in the morning, saw the new year 12 portraits put up and instantly predicted with my psychic powers that we would be getting our school photos back. am i magical or what? made fun of nicholas for a whole period. i am slack. I ordered Pack B which should only come with one big photo and a few of those 6x4 ones and the group one all in a biodegrable booklet (it is very chic in my opinion, better than those ones with the plastic cover). But I opened up to the last page and there's about 30 of these mini mini ones that I'm meant to cut and give out to my friends so they can post it into the photo book under the section of "Friends". Hm. I get enough of my face having to live with it, now everytime I look at my Year 10 photo I'll have mini me's (how do you do plural of that..) staring back.

had a topic test on the biology topic of genes. nearly everybody forgot to study. i sat there guessing my way through it, making everything up as i went along. dna = deoxyribonucleic acid. i said dna meant "deroxynyblueic acid". i remembered the combination of syllables but not in the exact order.. and i thought, "well well well maybe dna is blue. blueic acid it is!" go me.

bought beautiful wrapping paper today. i dont know, there's something about wrapping paper and wrapping ribbon that i just cant get enough of. best part about someone's birthday: getting to wrap their present. second place goes to being able to celebrate it with them and third place goes to actually giving them their present hehe. august means a lot of birthdays and a lot of people turning 16! which gives me an excuse to go all out with wrapping. i wonder if you can get a job as a wrapper. maybe ill volunteer at shopping centres during christmas.

okay, i have to pee now.

Labels: everyday

on saturday, the phone rang. picked it up, no reply. after a few more seconds, a lady muttered gibberish. "sorry, i think you've got the wrong number," i said and she muttered something else before hanging up. in the next 5 minutes, she called again at least another 4 times. i freaked out so much that i didnt hang the telephone back up so if anybody called it'll tell them the line is busy. what if she was one of those people you see on ncis who calls you to see where you are, then drive to your house and swoop you away in their rick rackety van?!

then, the scary part happened.

on sunday, i went to liverpool westfields hoping to put my coupons to good use (which i indeed did do, hehe). mum decided to eat lunch at the food court so she wouldnt have to cook at home. bought sushi, decided on a large frozen coke at maccas. you know those people who take your oder and put it on a little yellow post it note with a number so it'll speed things up a bit when you finally get to the cashier? so a large frozen coke is $3.65, so i had the exact amount ready. but i was taken by surprise when the girl at the machine said, "2.75". i wasnt asian enough to risk paying what seemed like a discount but couldve resulted in me with the incorrect drink. so i asked her and she said, "a large coke zero?" coke zero?! just cos im fat. how mean is that. what does coke zero even taste like. huh!

no that wasn't the scary part.

so i altered my order, and specifically added "large frozen coke with half frozen fanta". the girl came back with my drink, and i grabbed it, turned around, ready to walk away, only for her to say, "bye wendy". yes, greeted me by my name. i was already starting to walk, or else i would've stopped and said something, find out who she was, who she was working for! see, evidence that i am being stalked. the scary kwejrlwkejtael;rtksrel phone calls and the girl i dont know who knows me? i asked around today and no one has a friend that works at liverpool mcdonald's.

so i had to take desperate measures to protect myself.

my twitter is now locked. the details on my facebook which are public are even more minimal. and i am going to be wearing a lacrosse racquet on my face till further notice which will serve as a mask to prevent stalkers and pedophiles and christie duong.

just kidding. it's her birthday eve today. whoo!

Labels: not everyday

saturday evenings mean online shopping and lusting over things that i would eat rusty guitar strings for.

these bebaroque diamante crystal tights make my heart beat fast. i hope i dont sound too materialistic. it would make me want to dance. it would make me feel like my legs are covered in pixie dust. it would make me feel like im constantly under a rotating disco ball. im a glittery, sequinned-y, anything sparkly kinda girl (christie's planning to buy me a pack of glitter for my 16th) so you should understand how much im sighing over these stockings. some people wouldnt. and i think most of my guy friends would say, "uh.. no.. wendy, dont". such such such a shame that it's £49.

locked my twitter, getting rid of randoms i dont know who are following me- yes i got a wrong number call and now i think i am being stalked.

Labels: wishlist

it feels like i got into a rocket, and zoomed all the way to neptune and camped there for a few days before realising i was not breathing, and hence had to get back into my zoom-zoom-zoom-rocketship and fly back to earth.

i've missed you guys! not that i ever have any real form of conversation with my readers (cbox and formspring are more like comments) but the 'i miss you' part still stands. i think it's an addiction. yep. i was watching tv on wednesday and thought about blogging. i woke up after a nap on tuesday and thought about telling you guys about my day at unsw in the engineering comp (speaking of which i will upload photos tomorrow!) and, well, i couldnt handle it anymore, just had to grab my sister's laptop and blog as i eat supper. the proof is this bean curd on the keyboard. all vegetable oily and yuck. maybe i should clean it. see the things i do for you guys. oh how much i appreciate my readers, eh? eh?!

yes i know, i am very modest.

my first blog in a week (also the 444th post!) and im going to put you guys through a rant. i'm sorry! but the bean curd! think of the bean curd! think of my love for you!

so it's the twenty first century (oh, such an original opening, wendy) and discrimination is being recognised and dealt with (in comparison to before). the line between distinctive gender roles are starting to blur. people are no longer so patriarchal. and until a few months ago, i've never been confronted with a person who makes me feel like i need to invent a time machine and bring him all the way back into the past so his egotistical values have a time and place. close friends who read my blog will probably know who im talking about (luckily he doesn't go to hahs). it really makes me wonder if it's just been my luck to not have stumbled upon such people, or is it the difference in social environments? i am in no way placing blame on one of my best friends who is closely associated with him, but- okay, to put it simply.

it's illegal to be that selfish.

im not going to disclose any details, but it's bad enough that he's as big headed as he is and treats people the way he treats them, he's actually followed by others and labelled as "the leader". i hate seeing my friend upset over him. i dont know if he gained his selfishness from that position, or was always selfish to begin with. but the thing that gets me most is that he regards his ways as right, and so do his loyal supporters (or his bitches as vanessa would say) and for them to take it that one step further and condemn some of the closest people to me, who actually care, who actually have feelings. and then there's this term- "whipped". from the way i see it, it's used by sad males who wish they were in a relationship, in attempt of putting their fellow colleague down so they can feel that tad better.

this whole alpha male bullshit. it makes me sick.

what's wrong with a guy who cares? what's wrong with a guy with feelings? any boys reading this, let me tell you, it's nice to see a boy like that. all this nonsense about a guy who should not give a shit, not care 'too much', not text too much, not talk about his feelings too much. i'm not petitioning here for all boys to cry and weep everytime they drop their pencil- im not going to explain, you know what i mean, right?

of course you do, i can always count on my readers! (y) i've been away for too long. oh, you guuuiiiiseee. -cries- see, if i was a guy, i'd be laughed at by that boy right now. bitch.

Labels: everyday

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now for a horde of bad quality, webcam, luvo photos and a fail attempt at an outfit post. shame on me, yes. (the first photo shows me at 10:30am in the morning, before volunteering for the selective entrance exam. and the outfit photos were before i got my lashes and accessories and everything else on!)

Labels: birthday, outfit

before i say anything else, another huge, colossal, monolithic thankyou to the support you guys continue to give margaret, alvin and me! (that's why that heart is up there *grins*). thank you all so much for turning up again inside the hall yesterday to watch us perform! (especially my group in the front row who swarmed me with hugs when i got off stage). and well, for those who couldnt see, i had a massive massive smile on my face that got into the way of my singing. you guys are the best.

(happy birthday nicholas! may you become super rich and buy us hot pots.)

we were meant to perform from 10:20 - 10:40 but cameron mather's performance ran through to about 10:35! mrs wuhrer told us it would be okay if we went over time. the organisation was great, mrs wuhrer and mr craig were really nice to us. however, it kinda felt like they thought we couldnt sing or play guitar at all, considering her knowledge of my main instrument being piano. we had a massive group hug before we went on stage, which included kabir, our rapper for airplanes!

the microphones kept stuffing up. it seems like we can't go through one performance without something dying on us. kabir was in the middle of the airplanes rap when his mic died so he had to share mine and it looked like he was trying to kiss me as i was sitting down. he would've liked that. reow. but margaret offered her mic so bad luck, kabir. hehe. my microphone stand was slowly drooping down, no idea why! i had to bend my back so my voice would be directed into the mic, and it was getting sore. luckily, cameron mathers ran on stage and fixed it for me! what a gentleman. i like him now.

then i did my dedication to catboy! oooooh, somebody cried. teehe :3

liza's surprise party was hectic! eric and raymond experienced first hand what it was like to be a part of our group. all the screaming and jumping and balloon popping. the birthday cake from the cake merchant @ liverpool was the best cake we've had all year. the decorations were beautiful too. purple and white- my favourite colour combination in the world! (well, purple and silver is my favourite but close enough).

explored all of country fair in about 10 minutes. so just sat down in that big sunny field with my bag of fairy floss and sang along to eric's guitaring. (now that ive performed in front of him, there's no reason not to sing anymore, right? [i used to never ever ever sing to him.]) stupid boy with big hands with awesome guitar skills. i cant do bar chords. well now whenever i want to sing something, ill ask him to learn the chords and i can sing to my heart's content.

helping out at white elephant was not as coool as expected. they made us stay till 4:30. eric was nice enough to stay to help me help them. wrapping up glasses and vases in newspaper, moving stuff around, packing up books. eugh. ill take a photo of my purchases from white elephant soon though.

mitchell's party at my thuan at 6 was great too! i finally know how to eat crispy noodles. oh. yeee. mitchell loved his album and i think joki was taking photos of all the pages in the lyrics booklet! oh and plus. it was hologrammical. ya. anna and nicholas got into a chilli sauce eating contest. each had to gulp a spoonful of chilli sauce until one gave up. they got up to around 10 spoons until anna couldnt take it anymore. and nicholas kept getting aroused from all our girly conversations.

keep your testicles in place, nicholas.

oh no, history and science tomorrow! i am so screwed.

Labels: birthday, country fair, dedication, party

talent quest was so. much. fun! year 10, you guys are truly one supportive and encouraging bunch! i just love the atmosphere of talent quests. everybody's cheering each other on, everybody hyped up. my skeleton wanted to jump out of my skin so it could run around and jump up and down on chairs and yell and clap along and boogie. breeeak it doooown!

i never knew our grade was so talented. hello good morning baby stop calling by shock was like a mini a2n to non-asian music. then there's karen, the anna's, ying, thanh's group which was soooo unexpected! danica and jenny rocked as usual. and kabir who said, "kd junior and the casual get together boyz in the house tonight" LOL! grace's voice is magnificent too. stupid cd was a bit too loud though, but still! ♥





got such wonderful and supportive comments back about my performance, my cheeks are still red and the butterflies are still fluttering inside! i remember the cheers and screams and yells and clapping and wooooo-ing margaret, alvin and i got before the spotlight was even turned on! i could feel my smile stretching across my face. "people actually like me!" i thought to myself, hehehe. but really, that just lifted my confidence. and made me more nervous in a way. all that cheering, and what if i delivered a downright crap performance. not only would i spoil margaret and alvin's efforts but disappoint people who have strained their vocal chords for me! the spotlight was ultra. i couldnt see any of you. which wasnt too great, i like connecting with my audience, yo. my homies. im sure the smile was still on my face as i could still hear the support you generous people were still giving margaret, alvin and me. oh you guys. got really nice comments in class too! andy, alan, leonard and all that even said things. and you know boys. stoic. never express emotion. all very mr potato-head like. *smiles*

stupid year 11 and 12 src members. the guitar was not plugged into the amp. the cord was plugged into the guitar but it wasnt connected to the speakers. ruined the point of having a semi acoustic guitar eh? i screamed out, "my guitar isnt plugged in!" but the stupid stage man was like, "yes, yes it is. just go, perform! we're running out of time!" a couple of times so i just started. then during the middle of our performance, jo elliot comes and whispers into my ear, "hey your guitar isn't plugged in." no shit sherlock! :(

i never know how to react to compliments. i inevitably just smile really big and express my fuzzy feeling inside with a high pitched, "thankyouuuuuuuuuuu!" probably did freak some people out.

performing at country fair tomorrow again at 10:20 i think? its just going to be a repeat of our act today, and a few separate songs, but with all that good feedback from you guys- i cant wait to perform again!

Labels: school event

discovered hair on my legs today. does that mean ill have to start shaving and waxing and moisturising and fulfilling all these woman duties now. for heaven's sake, im so lazy i find it painful to wash my stupid face.

nothing else that's interesting in my life at the moment. im sorry.

happy birthday ryan! went over the line in order to find something. ended up buying him kit kat. found myself questioning whether he would like it or not. but who doesnt love kit kat? (so many birthdays. time to make people feel special even if it means starving at lunch times. they better like my poor taste in presents.) then went into the newsagent. just in time, the lady was holding new copies of frankie!

today i got given a flyer for some under 18s event whilst walking around cabramatta with angela and liza. i responded, "no i am actually totally against this kinda thing" to the girl's enthusiastic, "are you guys into dancing!" and gave it back. (i didnt mean i dont like dancing. you know what i mean.) better than wasting it and throwing it in non-recycling bins because recycling ones arent provided at cabramatta. but seriously. me. under 18s dance-whatever-they're-called. nuuu.

fell in love with a man shirt at loose threads. (i had to bold it to emphasise the manliness). it was $10, on the sale racks outside. and i only had $5. angela and liza offered to let me borrow some cash, but. you know. i want to buy the xl and wear it as a dress, teehe. it's white. it has random words/letters, my unphotographic memory seems to recall a lot of capital letter g's, and a lot of rectangles in red, blue, green and yellow. for all i know, it means "have sex with me in different colours". thats my conclusion, angela said it was in german. i dont care. i want it!

Labels: everyday, wishlist

the act of ignoring and purposely not communicating with someone has always seemed immature and pointless to me due to the fact that it really does not produce a desirable result, if any. but recently, i have found myself practising it. and now i understand why people do it.

the mentality i had did not involve any elements like wanting my anger to be publicly recognised, nor did it have anything to do with an attempt at wanting to make the other person feel rejected. it was simply me not even being able to make eye contact without blood gushing through my veins and my cute little red blood cells chanting, "traitorrrrrrrr!"

the strange thing with me, bubbly chubbies, is that i dont like to expose my anger. yes, sure, i walk around screaming about my uterus and what a bitch the chip company is for only filling up half my packet, but when it comes to serious situations, i like to keep it below the surface, and wait for the intensity of the issue to fade. though it never truly fades away or vanishes because i find it so hard to forgive and forget.

i managed to push the issue to the side after a week. but more things have popped up today and i feel like such a irrational person having to resort to such levels so i dont accidentally bust my voice box screaming in anger and ruining a friendship altogether. communication is the key, yes, i've heard that. but i would just rather deal with it myself and wait for everything to calm down. you guessed it. im keeping quiet towards particular people at the moment, hoping the issue will go away.

but this time, my red blood cells are chanting, "liar".

theres a degree of trust i have in certain people, and certain amounts of trust that people invest in me. of course this trust stems from the closeness of a friendship, and the security one feels. quite frankly, im sick of always trying to help when i cant even get the truth in return. tired of the term 'best friend' being reduced to 'one of my best friends' to avoid jealousy. they say in high school you find out who you are, but what if you're just following the crowd, trying to fit in, making mistakes, going off track.

how can i keep someone on track when i dont even know what track they're on?

Labels: not everyday

in memory of the mi goreng (mì khô, ya viet pride) store yesterday which was apparently a big rip off. i wouldnt know but my sources tell me so. why wasnt i there, you ask? i mean, why wasnt wendy there, you ask?

because wendy was at an inter-zone regional debate!

it was good, good fun. versed concord high school (no idea whatsoever where that is. then again, the name hurlstone doesnt really plot our school on the map either). we got to meet and greet, mingled a bit, they were pretty nice but i knew there was a fiesty side i would have to face in the debate.

topic was that all examinations should be replaced by assessment tasks and the hurlstone team was negative! we basically said we should keep the current education system and have both exams and assessment tasks. you guys should know by now that ive never spoken for longer than 4 minutes in a debate (horrible, i know, but we only get an hour to discuss and prepare and im always too scared to improvise from dot points so i write my whole speech out) but the arguments they brought up were so illogical that i got up and rebutted nearly every single thing the first speaker on the other team said, and ended up reaching the 7 minute continuous bell.

im restraining from babbling on about debating because i know it is boring for those who arent concerned sometimes, but trust me, it was very enraging. they depicted exams to be a monstrous, cruel being. they actually said, "exams can lead to suicides, sleep deprivation and are mentally harmful". they missed the point completely. also brought up pathetic statistics like "78.3% of all teenagers said they dont get enough sleep the night before an exam". so yep. angered me so much, i got up and frantically tried to get everything across for 7 minutes.

and of course hurlstone won! off to regionals quarter finals now!

was so happy afterwards, decided to go cabra and celebrate. i bought those asian waffle things. then i had to pee. so i made nicholas buy something at gloria jeans just so i could use their bathroom. what a lovely boy. he even let me have some of his white mocha whatever. im not good with coffee names. i know it tasted nice though. but i think i might have glandular fever now because nicholas contracted it from .. reow! ;) no, not a cat.

closed weekend today was spent at maccas with grace and liza! then grace went to the station, whilst liza accompanied me to salvo's! thrifted a wish strapless floral dress! oh i love it, even if it is a bit too big. my mum says it is the first decent length dress i have bought so i guess its all goooood.

election tomorrow. who are you going to vote for? my mum's giving me her vote. i feel like ive been trusted with such a huge huge huge responsibility. like ive been inducted as queen and now must perform my duties. or something. labor or liberal, labor or liberal. no i aint voting for the sex party. oh im just going to tell my mother im not taking her vote.

one last thing. i wish i was lenient with compliments. the concord coach complimented me and said i had a nice voice and a nice ring. mum took me to fairfield forum and i got compliments on my combat boots from a shopkeeper. i feel like such a wrinkly, evil old woman with a wart on her nose who eats children sometimes.

Labels: debate, everyday, thrift

a big happy birthday to emerson cabrera! i remember last year when he came to hurlstone to visit me on my birthday and surprised me with a big bang cd! oh i owe him a lot. hm what to get you, emerson. hope you're having fun at uni, gramps!

nts presents for liza, thai, emerson, mitchell, ryan and nicholas. you august people, making a hole in my pocket.

finished netball early today which means more time to roam cabramatta! michelle and i found a store in cabramatta that sells k-pop cd's wink wink. but they're still pretty expensive and tbh i wouldnt spend (my own) money on a k-pop cd. when there's bands like anberlin, boys like girls, kisschasy and so on! that's why i appreciated it even more when emerson bought me one teehe.

19 acts for the year 10 talent quest?! talk about talented. well duh, wendy, it's a talent quest? shut up. two periods just for our grade! and it's also reached my knowledge that it is also a mufti? say what?! i need a floral dress to wear with my boots asap.

also we were on a hunt for these! do you guys remember them? michelle reminded me and all i recalled when the fact that i got banned from buying them whenever my mum was grocery shopping because i would never eat them in time and they would melt. 60c for 10 of these mini packets, michi and i split.




i didnt know what haw meant (and i was pretty sure it had nothing to do with its homophone), so i looked it up.

1 noun fruit of the hawthorn
2 noun the nictitating membrane of a horse

so it's either fruit mashed up and dried, or the eyelid of a horse. hmph. well. it's nice and it brings back memories and it looks like a mini fire cracker. so its all goooood in da hoooood.

big thank you to eric for an enjoyable and hilarious afternoon! i could slap that giant as much as i wanted and he still would want to make sure i get home safely.

went home. my mum loves gardening, so she has about 6 or so flower pots at the front of the house with flowers in them. we noticed two of them had all of the flowers pulled out and chucked on the ground next to it. uh. crazy felines or anti-flower-emo? or flower pirates! im scared. idiotic garden bandits. a reason why i should vote for the greens and make them pass laws which will punish this sort of injustice to my mum's plantations! oh those poor flowers, poor poor souls. the thing is the flower pots are in front of my bedroom. so. more sleeping in my sister's room tonight.

update on my tinnitus. the ringing is still there, but i guess im learning to get used to it. and it's kind of going away. i think, i think. i dont know. sometimes when you think you can hear something, you hear it louder. so im trying to think it away. ive been on my toes for the past few days. my mum had the tap on at the sink and i thought it was my ears and jumped up and started searching around, poking my ears, slapping the sides of my face. then the cleaner had the vacuum cleaner on at school, and you know how it makes that sort of high pitched eeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! well. yeah. i started looking left and right, left and right, up and down, shoved my fingers in my ears and started wiggling them. took them out. looked around. im going crazy.

hug me whilst you can because im going to a psych ward soon.

Labels: embarrassing stuff that only wendy would go through, thank you god

tinnitus. despise all the medical conditions i claim to have, this one i actually am a victim of.

it was two days ago when i was in bed, ready to close my eyes that i noticed a faint ringing. and you know me and night time dont go well together, i usually hear a lot of things that are totally normal but i perceive to be either someone trying to break into my house or a monster in my wardrobe that is eating all my coat hangers. i turned around in bed a couple of times, but it still wouldnt go away. then i realised it was coming from inside my head. and in particular, my right ear.

words cannot comprehend how frightened i was. i could actually hear my heart beat. something like a broken arm, yeah, i might laugh at because it would fix itself and i would have fun running around with a cast on, but this would be permanent and i would have to live with it for the rest of my life. it's been two days so i dont think it's temporary tinnitus. sigh. talked to michelle the next day at school, she said, "yeah i hear a ringing all the time!" which made me feel a bit better. she said she hears it sometimes when she's in the car or when it's really quiet. i dont hear it in the day time though, only when it's quiet. so that's somewhat a plus. i was so scared of hearing the ringing and of how it would remind me of how i have this condition that i decided to sleep with my sister. because she snores. so it would mask the ringing somewhat.

i still have hope it will go away. fingers crossed and praying to god. literally. i hope he sees that i have learnt my lesson with too much ipod-ing and phoning. please, god, please, take this ringing away from me! :(

Labels: depressed

firstly, a happy birthday to thai and nikkida! more and more people turning 16, i feel so joyous despite the assignments and assessment tasks that are circling me. speaking of which, yesterday was christie's party at mounties! went to christie's house first, she had just bought a new dress just for her party, reow! she was starting to regret the fact that it was black, and her blazer was black and i pointed out it looked like she was going to a funeral, rather than celebrating the anniversary of her birth.

the lady that we were confronted by at the venue was a downright bitch. she talked to christie's mum as if she was a child, exchanged annoyed glances with her colleagues whilst christie's mum wasnt looking and gave us a threat on what would happen if we were to wonder out of the buffet area. hey lady, we had a table booked, we called beforehand. and she gave us another lecture on how you cant just rock up with a large group of people blah blah blah. that whole dilemma along with her speeches lasted about 15 minutes. whatever. at the end when she found the decency to greet us with a fake "you go have a good night!" only to have margaret mutter, "you go fuck yourself". and that to me, was quite refreshing.

let me tell you now, i am very bad with buffets. my meals are very small and i snack in between. i eat literally not even half a bowl of rice at home for dinner. so i starved myself yesterday. just to make it worth it. in the end, i only ate two dishes and had to make up the rest of my $10 through ice cream cones. about 5 or 6 at the least, soft serve machines are fun.

at one point throughout the evening, a waiter dropped a plate behind me, and the pieces flew this way and that, and one of them hit my hand right on the knuckle. and it would not stop bleeding. i wiped the blood away the first time, and looked down a few minutes later to see a line of blood slowly running down to my wrist and a big blood-ball-looking-figure ready to ooze out of the cut made. after another 5 minutes it still was bleeding and one word came to mind: haemophilia! it was realistic to think so, my sister had it when she was not even one years old. which makes my mum a carrier. so vanessa started applying pressure whilst i lick my ice cream cone in the other hand. then genevieve, then tracey whilst they ate with their other hand. gave them excuses to hold my hand. probably was funny for other people to see: me sitting there, ice cream cone in left hand whilst genevieve's left was holding my right hand, as she ate her jelly with a spoon in her right. both diligently eating, acting as if the holding hand part was not there at all. then i realised i just needed to keep my hand still for 10 minutes because moving the muscles inside triggered more and more blooood! bloood!

so i dont have haemophilia.

mushed up a lot of ice cream and what not from the dessert bar to compile christie's cake! christie lost the "16" candles which were meant to be passed down along the group to each person that turned 16! had to evacuate at 7:45pm, we all walked out with ice cream cones in our hands to piss that lady at the front off. ended up taking at least 200 photos on the stairs, escalators, chairs, that big fat pole in the middle with mirrors on it.

got home, took off my skirt and got into bed. it hurt to even move. too. much. ice cream. then had to get out of bed to put my pjs on. woke up at 4am. woke catboy up. went through sleep paralysis a couple of times. (read about it here if you dont know what it is). and i am still full. it feels like im pregnant.

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unsw engineering competition! finally remembered that i promised you guys i would upload photos. it was a great day despite the rain and mr trotter's horrible sense of direction. everybody was given free t-shirts. except half of the hurlstonians who attended because we were late. and i blame mr trotter for making us run back and forth about the bus tickets! his moustache makes me forgive him though.





blazer crew! we were team 19 for the day!





the first challenge was the egg seatbelt one set by the rta. we were given a limited supply of materials and had to build a "seat belt" for two eggs so that when they were put in a cart, pushed down the ramp (as seen in the picture) and finally at the end, where they hit a brick, the eggs do not break. both eggs not breaking would automatically mean 1000 points! we got 900 because there was a slight crack on one of them, yay! and i have no pictures from the next challenge because i hated it lol! but we had to build a turbine, and then when water runs through it, there would be this machine that measures how much energy is being created.



peeled off the team name sign from our table and had it on my skirt. hahs pride, you stupid james ruse-ians that were surrounding me. i swear, it was our table and then 4 ruse tables around us.







last challenge was to build a "bridge" that would hold as many kilos as possible without caving! we decided to go with triangles whilst other smartass kids (cough james ruse) bundled straws together and stuck a cup at the end. their one held about 25kg. stupid ruse kids. but hey hey, who's farm is bigger?!?!?!?!?







i asked mr trotter to take the photo for us and he got offended that i deliberately left him out. hehe. i didnt though. i asked him to go into the photo and i'll take it, but he said his beauty had been comprehended enough.

uh. okay.

Labels: birthday, party, school event

i want to sign up and perform at country fair because it seems like so much fun i but i dont think my voice is near the level that it needs to be to perform at an annual hurlstone event! ill scare people and they'll never want to come here again and the government will sell all the land on the farm and hurlstone will be hurlstone no more. we'll just be like james ruse, with a backyard as a "farm", and a few ducks. and maybe a lemon tree.

apparently there's a 50% sale tomorrow at vinnies? must. go. need. blouses. and. blazers. tracey told me today i should do more outfit posts, it made me feel all fuzzy and warm inside hehe.

okay, i started contemplating something today: how are you supposed to feel if a boy had a crush on your boyfriend? no freaking idea.

today, i got my first award at assembly for this year! it was for the henry lawson society of nsw national literary competition. i was told i was a finalist two months ago, and never heard about it again. got a 'commended' certificate, and mr norris said only 10 were given out in the state, so yay! it's like, gold plated and it has the title of my story on it as well, awww (too bad i never saved that story- typed it up, swore about how weird it was, printed it and closed the document). it was unexpected. but now my hope in english is restored and i am a bit more confident about taking on 3 unit english next year!

christie's party tomorrow, woohoo! still unsure on what to wear. probably my brogues, no point in clip cloppin' around in heels at a buffet. it would just limit my abililty to take advantage of the fact that it's a buffet. and apparently we're going to steal all of their desserts and use that as christie's birthday cake, nice one.

before i go. its awkward when you think people are talking about you, even though you're sitting right there through means which allow them to conceal what is actually being communicated. probably just me being paranoid. like i always am.

love you because you are, every single star
in the constellation that's a light in my heart

Labels: everyday

i am typing this blog with fingertips that have been swallowed up by super glue (my sense of feel is temporarily gone), cold hands that i am trying to get warm with the help of my desk lamp and blood that is gushing quickly through my veins to maintain my body temperature which means my kidneys have to filter more blood more quickly, which means more waste is extracted and hence making me want to pee thirty times a day. one of the things i hate about winter.

walked into the office in the morning, saw the new year 12 portraits put up and instantly predicted with my psychic powers that we would be getting our school photos back. am i magical or what? made fun of nicholas for a whole period. i am slack. I ordered Pack B which should only come with one big photo and a few of those 6x4 ones and the group one all in a biodegrable booklet (it is very chic in my opinion, better than those ones with the plastic cover). But I opened up to the last page and there's about 30 of these mini mini ones that I'm meant to cut and give out to my friends so they can post it into the photo book under the section of "Friends". Hm. I get enough of my face having to live with it, now everytime I look at my Year 10 photo I'll have mini me's (how do you do plural of that..) staring back.

had a topic test on the biology topic of genes. nearly everybody forgot to study. i sat there guessing my way through it, making everything up as i went along. dna = deoxyribonucleic acid. i said dna meant "deroxynyblueic acid". i remembered the combination of syllables but not in the exact order.. and i thought, "well well well maybe dna is blue. blueic acid it is!" go me.

bought beautiful wrapping paper today. i dont know, there's something about wrapping paper and wrapping ribbon that i just cant get enough of. best part about someone's birthday: getting to wrap their present. second place goes to being able to celebrate it with them and third place goes to actually giving them their present hehe. august means a lot of birthdays and a lot of people turning 16! which gives me an excuse to go all out with wrapping. i wonder if you can get a job as a wrapper. maybe ill volunteer at shopping centres during christmas.

okay, i have to pee now.

Labels: everyday

on saturday, the phone rang. picked it up, no reply. after a few more seconds, a lady muttered gibberish. "sorry, i think you've got the wrong number," i said and she muttered something else before hanging up. in the next 5 minutes, she called again at least another 4 times. i freaked out so much that i didnt hang the telephone back up so if anybody called it'll tell them the line is busy. what if she was one of those people you see on ncis who calls you to see where you are, then drive to your house and swoop you away in their rick rackety van?!

then, the scary part happened.

on sunday, i went to liverpool westfields hoping to put my coupons to good use (which i indeed did do, hehe). mum decided to eat lunch at the food court so she wouldnt have to cook at home. bought sushi, decided on a large frozen coke at maccas. you know those people who take your oder and put it on a little yellow post it note with a number so it'll speed things up a bit when you finally get to the cashier? so a large frozen coke is $3.65, so i had the exact amount ready. but i was taken by surprise when the girl at the machine said, "2.75". i wasnt asian enough to risk paying what seemed like a discount but couldve resulted in me with the incorrect drink. so i asked her and she said, "a large coke zero?" coke zero?! just cos im fat. how mean is that. what does coke zero even taste like. huh!

no that wasn't the scary part.

so i altered my order, and specifically added "large frozen coke with half frozen fanta". the girl came back with my drink, and i grabbed it, turned around, ready to walk away, only for her to say, "bye wendy". yes, greeted me by my name. i was already starting to walk, or else i would've stopped and said something, find out who she was, who she was working for! see, evidence that i am being stalked. the scary kwejrlwkejtael;rtksrel phone calls and the girl i dont know who knows me? i asked around today and no one has a friend that works at liverpool mcdonald's.

so i had to take desperate measures to protect myself.

my twitter is now locked. the details on my facebook which are public are even more minimal. and i am going to be wearing a lacrosse racquet on my face till further notice which will serve as a mask to prevent stalkers and pedophiles and christie duong.

just kidding. it's her birthday eve today. whoo!

Labels: not everyday

saturday evenings mean online shopping and lusting over things that i would eat rusty guitar strings for.

these bebaroque diamante crystal tights make my heart beat fast. i hope i dont sound too materialistic. it would make me want to dance. it would make me feel like my legs are covered in pixie dust. it would make me feel like im constantly under a rotating disco ball. im a glittery, sequinned-y, anything sparkly kinda girl (christie's planning to buy me a pack of glitter for my 16th) so you should understand how much im sighing over these stockings. some people wouldnt. and i think most of my guy friends would say, "uh.. no.. wendy, dont". such such such a shame that it's £49.

locked my twitter, getting rid of randoms i dont know who are following me- yes i got a wrong number call and now i think i am being stalked.

Labels: wishlist

it feels like i got into a rocket, and zoomed all the way to neptune and camped there for a few days before realising i was not breathing, and hence had to get back into my zoom-zoom-zoom-rocketship and fly back to earth.

i've missed you guys! not that i ever have any real form of conversation with my readers (cbox and formspring are more like comments) but the 'i miss you' part still stands. i think it's an addiction. yep. i was watching tv on wednesday and thought about blogging. i woke up after a nap on tuesday and thought about telling you guys about my day at unsw in the engineering comp (speaking of which i will upload photos tomorrow!) and, well, i couldnt handle it anymore, just had to grab my sister's laptop and blog as i eat supper. the proof is this bean curd on the keyboard. all vegetable oily and yuck. maybe i should clean it. see the things i do for you guys. oh how much i appreciate my readers, eh? eh?!

yes i know, i am very modest.

my first blog in a week (also the 444th post!) and im going to put you guys through a rant. i'm sorry! but the bean curd! think of the bean curd! think of my love for you!

so it's the twenty first century (oh, such an original opening, wendy) and discrimination is being recognised and dealt with (in comparison to before). the line between distinctive gender roles are starting to blur. people are no longer so patriarchal. and until a few months ago, i've never been confronted with a person who makes me feel like i need to invent a time machine and bring him all the way back into the past so his egotistical values have a time and place. close friends who read my blog will probably know who im talking about (luckily he doesn't go to hahs). it really makes me wonder if it's just been my luck to not have stumbled upon such people, or is it the difference in social environments? i am in no way placing blame on one of my best friends who is closely associated with him, but- okay, to put it simply.

it's illegal to be that selfish.

im not going to disclose any details, but it's bad enough that he's as big headed as he is and treats people the way he treats them, he's actually followed by others and labelled as "the leader". i hate seeing my friend upset over him. i dont know if he gained his selfishness from that position, or was always selfish to begin with. but the thing that gets me most is that he regards his ways as right, and so do his loyal supporters (or his bitches as vanessa would say) and for them to take it that one step further and condemn some of the closest people to me, who actually care, who actually have feelings. and then there's this term- "whipped". from the way i see it, it's used by sad males who wish they were in a relationship, in attempt of putting their fellow colleague down so they can feel that tad better.

this whole alpha male bullshit. it makes me sick.

what's wrong with a guy who cares? what's wrong with a guy with feelings? any boys reading this, let me tell you, it's nice to see a boy like that. all this nonsense about a guy who should not give a shit, not care 'too much', not text too much, not talk about his feelings too much. i'm not petitioning here for all boys to cry and weep everytime they drop their pencil- im not going to explain, you know what i mean, right?

of course you do, i can always count on my readers! (y) i've been away for too long. oh, you guuuiiiiseee. -cries- see, if i was a guy, i'd be laughed at by that boy right now. bitch.

Labels: everyday

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now for a horde of bad quality, webcam, luvo photos and a fail attempt at an outfit post. shame on me, yes. (the first photo shows me at 10:30am in the morning, before volunteering for the selective entrance exam. and the outfit photos were before i got my lashes and accessories and everything else on!)

Labels: birthday, outfit