first two days of holidays means what?! it means going to the library and writing notes. don't scoff at me, they're not for school cert! really! i advise anyone from year 10 who feels like they need company that understands their pain to turn up at cabra library this week. if im not there, you'll bump into someone. my, oh my, half the hurlstone family is somewhere around cabra during the holidays. michelle, mitchell, christie, nikkida, simon were my study buddies, whilst angela was off with jason- a sefton infiltrate. fo shaaaaame! simon was really nice and bought us chips from red lea, sherbet straws and sour straps. sugar for the studious. 'studious', that is.

we all got distracted by a cute, pale, asian guy though. that includes mitchell. too bad he kept secretly peeping at the girl sitting opposite him, whilst we secretly peeped at him. christie got me to distract him whilst she went to look over his shoulder to get a taste of, well, his music taste. but he didn't get distracted with me walking weirdly closely to his table and instead turned around just as Christie was going to peer over his shoulder. fail whale.

and i wore shorts for the first time in a few months today. woooooo. it felt really weird. found out today why i dont have any hair on my arms or legs and have never had to shave or wax in my life: both my parents are practically hairless. some gene thing, i expect? note to self: focus on the genes unit in science to fully understand my luck.

study progress. finished goats and potatoes for agriculture. finished employment for commerce. finished unit 5, halfway through unit 6 for history. halfway through unit 4 for science. tomorrow is going to be dedicated to finishing unit 4 of science, and then [drum roll] mathematics! -asians applaud- going liverpool library tomorrow. having second thoughts about that because it'll mean not being able to stay there till very late, hence cut back in study time. christie, may i sleep over? or does your parents have something against it, and believe that if they allow sleepovers, we'll adopt the habit of sleeping at other people's houses and become whores in the future. *shudder

okay. im starting to sound a bit like an overachieving nerdface with all these contemplations about what and where to study. shhhh.

was standing outside the library, waiting to be picked up when i heard a voice, "i think you should stand in the light!" it was natural for me, a vulnerable little itty bitty young lady to fear for my life and wonder what the hell he was going to do to me after i moved out of the dark, but he turned out to be a really sweet and approachable guy. people with natural social skills. i envy that a lot. i was still worried he would snatch me and run away though, haha! the first question i was asked was, "hsc this year?" it's slowly becoming apparent to me that only hsc students would be found at the library till 6:30pm at night during the holidays.(i feel somewhat pathetic and without-a-life now.) he called me 'creative' for taking music, legal and bio. creative is just another word for not-smart-enough-to-take-the-sciences! he kept the conversation going and gave me good company.

when i had to go, he gave me his name. i would facebook stalk him, and conclude whether i had reason to be worried about my safety or not, but he didnt give me a last name, hehe. oh, shush, you. facebook is a stalking tool, and you know it. -grins- furthermore, christie wants to know the cute, pale, asian guy's name. anybody? he goes patrician brothers..

anybody up for a jam session this holidays? i really want to record another cover :)

Labels: everyday, exams, holidays

scrolling through my webcam folder, and whoa! the memories! none of these are editted, so the reason why im so white in one of these photos is unknown. probably took it on a sunday morning. a lot of luvos, so proceed with caution. these range from 2008-2009 :) part 1 i think im gonna put more up tomorrow. muahuahua. hope you all have a great holiday, study hard!











see the christmas lights outside? teehe.






australia day 09. green and gold, yes i am very patriotic.



my birthday present from thomson in 2008!

Labels: photos

afl grand final. a draw. first teh election, now this. ive lost all hope.

you know how every electronic gadget i own eventually gets its insides turn to stone? that is, it always screws up or gets possessed by some curse i must've acquired in one of my past lives as a rabbit. for the past week, i havent used my computer much, due to the fact that my internet somehow died again. remember that time when my dad had to crawl under the house to fix my internet? here. yeah, on friday i discovered the problem. my ethernet card had fallen out of its slot inside my computer..box. what's it called. computer fat box thing. the one with the on button for your computer. yahuh. im badass, bro.

so me being, well, me, decided to fix this. my case is a clear antec one, so i easily unscrewed the screws and tried to shove the ethernet card back into the right spot. i inferred where the spot was based on the .. "teeth" of the ethernet card. (are computer geeks slamming their heads yet?) but was too scared to push it into place because you know me, id snap it. so left it for my dad to come home and fix.

a few hours ago, my dad shoved the card back in, fixed the case back into place, blah blah blah. i turned on my computer and it wouldnt turn on. it kept going to the "start windows normally, safe mode, last known settings something with the word configuration in it" and i would always choose start windows normally. but then it would just lead me back to that page. well, that's not starting normally, is it now?! my computer's so old. i was on the brink of crying. i tried safe mode, but it just went black. and to make matters worse, my bluetooth keyboard stopped working. had to steal my dad's keyboard again. dad came over to see what all the fuss was about. decided to tear apart my case, and take out the card. i had to stop him, reminded him the computer was still on. but he took it out anyway. turned computer back on, windows was fine, everything was fine, woah!

then my dad flicked the power switch. what the hell. i turned computer back on, black screen. monitor wouldnt even connect to the actual.. computer. screw metalanguage or wahtever, heh. i started crying. "you killed my computer! arwwelkjrt;lsarkj;lsgeitr;lesrjkt" words to that effect. then my dad switched off the computer again, shoved card in, turned back on. i started laughing. and now im here. typing away.

so from that, we learn that a) i cry and laugh whenever i want. cos i can, bitches b) praying helps. thank you god.

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thank you. your tolerance of my behaviour, my sarcasm, my hormonal screams, mini explosions, inability to make a decision. everything. yes, we fight and i get so pissed off i want to pull out all your teeth sometimes. but that's a bit gross. so i would never do that. a bit of a weird metaphor, i know, but i will always be that drooping plant that needs a stake to hold up. and you're that stake. you're my plank of wood.

im so romantic, huh. yeah, you guys are all jealous.

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i dedicated a song to christie on my youtube account. get your eyes and eardrums a bit more damaged. kabir, i want to do this song for year assembly. very appropriate.

999 formspring questions. who will be my 1000th! teehehehehe. reminds me of those bebo days where people fought to give luvs.

Labels: everyday

last day of term 3. had a bit of internal conflict with myself: to go or not to go, that was the question. and obviously, i decided on the latter. no more junior winter uniform! i dont know what to do with it. i was planning on wearing it like a gangster today, sleeves folded up low tie and everything just to celebrate the fact that ive never done that for the past 4 years. pity, pity. but alas, im sitting here wearing a 10 year old cardigan, listening to justin bieber, with a bowl of pasta salad, slicing each shell in half before devouring it and with my mum nagging to take me to the hairdressers. every opportunity she gets, "let's go get your hair cut!" makes me want to go bald. really.

edit 12:11pm just came back from the hairdressers. epic boxhead returns! was going to go to holy basil but it was closed, so mum took us to the 88 steakhouse at fairfield (near truong, near the pub on the corner) which i strongly recommend. since cooks hill is always overcrowded, as ive heard. cos ive never been there. so really, maybe i shouldnt be suggesting this restaurant to you cos i dont have the knowledge of the cooks hill standard. yadiya yadiya go try it out.

yesterday was year 12 final assembly. awesome people, awesome acts, cute year 7 photos, and i wish i could say the same about the reflections. but no. because i was not there. jordan kerr decided to pull me and my row outside to go and collect 220 helium balloons from the staffroom to tie onto the picket fence on number 1 oval, one by one. it started off fun, a lovely sight of course (we're girls. girls + helium balloons = ♥) before we realised we were missing most of the assembly! screaming at jordan kerr for making us miss parts of the assembly as we tied the ballons to the fence, tracey and i fantasised about being proposed to in the future by a guy holding a million or so helium balloons. heh. (girls + helium ballons = fantasies about being proposed to. therefore, fantasies about being proposed to = ♥. but who didnt know that!)

it was 7-eleven $1 thursday yesterday. my first time. essentially speaking i was a 7-eleven $1 day virgin. bought Nestlé drumsticks, Nestlé kit kat drumsticks, kit kat bars, cookies and cream kit kat, goulburn valley mocha and chocolate milk. yes, i got it all, baby. reow. time to get fatter, not such a turn on now, is it. heh. stfu.

should do truong homework! anybody need a lift from maths tutor to english tutor tomorrow? after maths im just going to go and have lunch , alone, at a restaurant in canley heights. now thats forever alone. carpool away, bitchez bubbly chubbies. -squeezes cheek-

just received a heartwarming, toe tickling formspring message. and so i just wanted to say a huge thank you to every single reader. i dont know how famous bloggers deal with all their subscribers and followers and nice comments because i get so overwhelmmed with just the occasional one. whenever people merely mention in real life, "hey, i read on your blog that.." or "yes wendy, i know, i read it on your blog already, shut up", i end up awwwing and melting all over the place. i dont respond well to compliments at all, but i am completely helpless when i get nice comments about the things i write. my sister told me a few weeks ago that some of her friends occasionally drop by my blog too: hi year 7s (thank you amy for handing in my assignment)! cant believe my readers expand beyond the year 10 hurlstone demographic.

it is such a privilege to have readers like you :)

Labels: dedication, everyday, holidays

boarder vs daygo match was on today! michi and i admired the great banners that were produced: the one assuring boarders that "tafe is school too" is a favourite. daygos won (with that professional ref, gavin badger, where'd he come from) but the unity that the year 12s showed at the end whilst chanting the war cry made nicholas and i awwww. i hope our grade is all cheery and comfortable with each other like that in year 12. and more importantly, i hope we all learn the words to the war cry soon.

michelle, being the camera-hating type that she is, is now paranoid due to some random year 12 girl that took a photo of her/us yesterday outside the science block, and who turned around and took a photo of us whilst we were walking to our group and she was in front? michi's not sure whether she's documenting her last few school days, likes photography or is secretly out to kill us lol

sadly enough though during pe mr wilson snr informed us that this year's game will probably the last boarder daygo rugby match because the number of boarder boys in the current grades are just too less to form a team. i thought of having a mixed team, so girls and boys, before realising how stupid that notion was, due solely to the fact that the girls would probably all black out out there after a tackle or so and it would look more like a battlefield than a rugby match.

src election was surprisingly today. coincidentally on the same day as the sefton's one. whilst our year 10 one lacked the colour and passion of that of sefton's, (eric had a slogan and campaign poster and everything: "pick up your pen and vote for penh"?) thank you to the 4 people that told me they voted for me. (i felt like kevin rudd. rejected and chinese. even though i dont have one bit chinese in me.) tried out in year 7 and 8, failed, so gave up in year 9. then, was supported and encouraged to put my name down again this year. which of course, was a mistake. you (sweet) fools who told me it was a good idea. -embarrassment-





those are the two shorts i am choosing between from urban outfitters! top is kimchi blue trouser short bottom is kimchi blue pleated short (with a cute acorn pattern). the acorn one was originally $48, before being put down to $20. it was still $20 yesterday, checked just half an hour ago, and it is now $9.99! which one should i get? the trouser short has a nice high waisted band, but the acorn one has buttons. i dont know. help? :)

Labels: everyday

muck up day 2010! the concept of muck up day and the typical activities carried on like usual. water balloons, toilet paper drapings and transvestites. "celebrating 36 years of no muck up day" was bannered around the school today. what was that about? nevertheless, i have a feeling by the time class of 2012 gets the chance to trash the school all these ideas will be old and boring. we have two years to think of something massive, guys. and im talking massive. mr watts did give 10e a small lecture on "not acting like dopes in year 12 please" but hey. it's tradition. besides, if we dont let the guys cross dress, they'll never experience what it's like to wear a dress. we dont want to deprive them of that. i think all boys are secretly curious about what it's like to be able to walk with their thighs rubbing against each other. okay. moving on!

my date for formal agreed to wear a tie that would match the colour of my dress, teehe. yes, everybody is jealous so i think it'd be in the best interest for my safety that i do not disclose his name.

last week of school before two intense weeks of studying! i dont know about you but im actually excited at the prospect that i will have something to do for two weeks straight that involves bookwork and stationery. no sarcasm. ive started on agriculture and commerce notes. but that's barely anything compared to the collosal amount of information that i need to learn for myself and summarise for science. and english. well, well english. im kind of losing the grip on my strongest subject and that sucks more than a black hole. (i recall someone telling me that black holes dont actually suck.)

monday 27-09 finish agriculture notes, finish commerce notes
tuesday 28-09 summarise unit 4 of science, start history notes
wednesday 29-09 summarise unit 5 of science, finish history notes
thursday 30-09 math notes
friday 01-10 japanese notes
monday 04-10 geography notes, pe notes
tuesday 05-10 english notes and practise essays
wednesday 06-10 going out day! yay!
thursday 07-10 to monday 11-10 revise revise revise

that's a rough schedule that i aim to follow. it's pretty much a given that i will become distracted by sushi rolls, pasta salads and hot chips with gravy. food. that's another thing. food. whilst all my skinny mini friends are complaining about their weight, exercising and on diets, i sit there and listen before realising how pathetic i am and that the only way i could feel better would be to go to the canteen and buy myself a donut. im a size 10/12 and even im not too worried. i dont get this. people are making me feel like a fat panda that does nothing but eat.

but pandas are cute.

that doesnt help because im not cute, either.

Labels: everyday

just read genevieve's blog and now i feel like i need to express my views about today. and also, genevieve, im glad you've decided to join the random pms crazy tags club. anybody recall tags on my blog such as "moth story where wendy prevails" or "moodle is stupid because it is like noodle but it's not"?

first lesson with sir truong in over 4 years today. yes, the actual truong. [cue gasps and widened eyes] it was intimidating but i saw familiar faces. i remember the fear i had when i had truong at just the mere age of 11. i think back and contemplate how i could have done it? then again, i cried for 2 hours straight after i took my entrance exam because of the intensity of the room and his response to my question of whether i needed to show working out or not: "yes. of course you need to show working out, where will you get in life without working out in maths?" mum took me to macca's in attempt to make me feel better. but i just cried in macca's. the truth is though, without truong, my maths would be nowhere near the standard it is. people always call me lucky for being well rounded and with grades that are consistent for both maths and english. well. i have truong to thank.

i think he remembers me. i used to be teacher's pet in years 5 and 6, but since then he hasnt said hi to me using my name or anything. he picked on me for a question. and my heart just leapt and starting running all around inside of me. i couldnt think. that's how scary it is. thank you god for giving me the strength to quickly gather my thoughts in that desperate situation lol!

truong's scribe looks like michelle diep.

english was, how do i put this. awkward. too many jokes that i knew were jokes but didnt want to laugh, and many of us were in this situation i think. ms diab (or ms diablo as sir mai calls her) came on too strongly, but that's something i do, exactly how she talks and everything, i swear hahaha. the random writing task thing was a complete fail which renders my statement on my enrolment form which stated how much i appreciate english as a subject and how much i like it, futile. she'll probably be thinking, why does wendy like it if she sucks balls at all. huh. huh! well. i dont know. and damnit, i also put i prefer english over maths on my form. but thats not what i meant, but after i re-read it, thats what it sounded like. truong is going to kick me out, oh. sigh. stress less.

i had a honey dew drink and then fell asleep. further confirmation of my claim that everytime i eat rockmelon or honeydew melon it makes me sleepy :(

guess what i got given today? edgar allan poe's complete stories and poems! hardcover and golden pages and A4 size, as opposed to the small pocket one i wanted. very sweeeeeet. i like presents like that. instead of yknow. chocolates. jewellery. flowers. okay, i need to reword that. i love chocolates, jewellery and flowers (especially bouquets in a pink colour scheme) but i wouldnt be able to put up with it all the freaking time rofl!

moon fest tomorrow. someone give me reasons why i should go.

i got a text last night that started off with "is wendy pmsing" before a whole spiel about me being angry. then i got a text alerting me it had been sent to the wrong person. once again, you clueless male, just because i am angry doesnt mean there's blood gushing out anywhere. ill bring my homie vanessa who will make blood gush out of your nose in a minute. leave. me. alone. i hate boys like that. "is wendy pmsing" no! i hope you perish in the fires of the underworld. there. i said it.

youre probably thinking that im pmsing now.

Labels: depressed, truong

today will be my first friday in 4 years without tutor (excluding the few in the christmas holidays that we were luckily granted). ive been surprisingly very uneasy about it all day. i hate change and the fact that my class is now on a saturday at 8:20am with different people makes my mouth yawn and my conscience yell. (then people yell at me for wanting tutor on a friday night.) what am i meant to do on friday nights now?! what. the. hell. grace and i were so depressed because basically everybody is in tonight's class. [/woes of a truong student] oh well, i'll get to see everyone when i go to pick up my sister cos her class ends at the same time!

margaret and i are featured in jordan kerr's video. yes, porn stars in the making. hahahahahah just jks jks jks! i hate people who talk like that, especially in real life.

had regional grand final debate yesterday. i was holding in my tears when the results were announced, and all through the comments from the adjudicators when they spoke to us personally, and when miss smith kept saying we should've said this and that and this and that. i knew it was mainly me to blame for the loss. went to macca's and i thought, finally, some peace and quiet, but she only brought up the fact that i didn't even make the bell, which signalled my tear ducts to open at full blast. then, everytime someone mentioned the word "debate" i would cry. on the train, everytime someone asked "did you win" i would start crying. then at cabra, i couldnt take another word about it, and hence remained very emotional. i was like one of those robots. everytime the word 'debate' was stated, it'd activate me and water would start flowing from my eyes. how embarrassing. i felt like holding sponges on my cheeks so it would soak everything up because quite frankly, i was running out of tissues and people were running out of some to give me. kabir, monica and alvin put it nicely though, im the second best first speaker in south western sydney in year 10 :) we got medallions nevertheless! thank you to everybody who supported us, it means so much.

ive noticed that a lot of university students go through the "i must speak like a robot with correct grammar and punctuation to maintain my maturity levels" phase. uh. let me assure you that i will use my lols, rofls and hahas and emoticons till the day i grow a mane, hoofs, a horn on my forehead and wings! not only does it boast pretension to speak in such a manner both in real life and online (as i see it), it makes people like me who use my lols unaccordingly feel rather inferior. and i dont like that. i know im short, i dont need to feel smaller than i already do. hmph. that's it. im starting a club at uni.




sparkle and fade one-shoulder ruffle romper @ urban outfitters $60



staring at stars silky strapless safari romper @ urban outfitters $17
i prefer the other one, but my budget would rather see me in this

speaking about things i want. i want absolutely nothing this year for my birthday. so much talk about how people want to organise parties for me because ive bailed on my masquerade ideas and whenever i say i want something, people always say "oh ill get you it for your birthday!" i feel so bad after thinking about what people did for me last year, and my efforts this year in accordance to theirs. the most ive done was buy presents or help organise a surprise birthday party, compared to how special people made me feel last year. and plus, id much rather if everybody would just not waste money on me and save up for my 18th where they will all be required to buy a luxurious gown because damnit, im holding a ball. glass slippers, talking mice and all. you betcha. seriously guys, a long special hug and a happy birthday will make the day quite enough! when i say this, i do mean it, so guys, dont try and surprise me. you know you'll fail, hahahahhah :p seriously. anybody responsible for any secret birthday plans of mine will be burnt to death by me. ill grow scales and blow fire on you then roast you for everybody at the event.

Labels: everyday, mufti, wishlist

the train went crazy today.

"oh, it's cabra, let's get off- wait. what. the." yeah, it just kept speeding and speeding and speeding. for a moment i thought we were on the bankstown line train but it was still on the south line, just full speed ahead to who knew where! the train was possessed! hijacked! we were hostages on a train that was being operated by a murderous guy who's threatening to kill everyone if the police dont let him run free! turns out it was the express to granville. boring, i know. (thank god it wasnt the express to city though.) the massive influx of hurlstone students at granville was indeed a strange sight. it was basically the whole school at granville, eager to get back on the train to cabramattaatatatata. haha. on the train back, i was verbally attacked by two girls who were probably around 19, 20. i was keeping to my own conversation before they decided to butt in. i think it sounded like i was directing my "hello" at them, so they said replied, really rudely as well, so i apologised, not wanting to start anything. then they started singing along to some song that incorporated the f word every second word. i mean. honestly. ugh. vanessa, you should've been there, you would've protected me :(

just realised i havent blogged about this, but it is probably now redundant news. nevertheless: we won! we won! we won! i am blogging to you as a regional grand finalist of the nsw premier's debating challenge. snazzy, eh?

it was crazy. really. the topic was that we should stop trading with countries that have poor human rights. prairiewood high are an intimidating team. their first speaker smashed it, set up a case that i found very hard to refute. right before my speech, mr norris enters. it made me feel special that our principal would take time out of his schedule to come and support us, but also injected a whole heap of nerves into me. miss smith even told me at the end that i was scrambling in the first minute, but she was proud i brought it around as i was sick and it was very obvious to the audience and adjudicator.

i had tears in my eyes when the adjudicator came up to give the results. i knew we lost. it was fact to me. but it came down to the last thing monica said in her speech, that apparently became the deciding factor. and she had given the debate to us. the moment was all a blur. i had my fingers crossed since the adjudicator was called up to the front, and was praying silently. thank you, god and to my fellow debaters, kabir, monica and alvin!

grand final tomorrow! biggest event in my debating years, ever. i am excited, but to be honest, i do not have high hopes at all. we just managed to scrape past in the semis! but thats enough negativity. because we're hurlstone. yeah? yeah! -thrust-






p.s. i am so pissed off. i cannot even stand the fact that i live on the same tectonic plate as this inconsiderate, attention seeking bitch potato head. how could communication still exist between the two of them?!!!!!!?!?!?!??!??!?!?!?!?!! i agree, vanessa and grace, let's take her down!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! arewrertireslkjt;ewrljkte;rljhyretjkyhreljktrhty. this is not good before the day of my grand final. fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.

Labels: debate, everyday, rant

i am breathing through my mouth at the moment, and rather loudly at that. congested as ever, my throat slowly dying and my ability to pronounce certain sounds diminishing. right before my semi finals debate tomorrow. ill be standing up there with my palm cards and a box of tissues. or with the way im pronouncing things, ti-hues. i dont know if its a good idea to debate tomorrow at all with my dizzy perspective on everything and a voice that sounds like a witch concocting up a magic potion that involves nails and tacks whirring around in a blender.

angela's party at hai au yesterday. christie and i arrived first before we were mobbed by pedo waiters who called us hot. ran downstairs, bumped into jimmy from sefton who recognised me (his choice of colour in his clothes was quite refreshing compared to the typical white/grey/black only kinda thing.) christie and i felt safe with a guy around hehe. more and more people arrived, but we've all learnt our lesson: people always come late. always put half an hour earlier on the invitation!

i never knew the upstairs had little separate 'cubicles' with korean style tables and mats (kind of like japanese こたつ tables) for you to kneel around and eat! each cubicle had a little tv as well (this was where testosterone triumphed and the boys all ended up watching nr). we didnt book these of course, but my eardrums were being battered by the loud music (and the boys cheering), so michelle and i hung around in them for the most part due to the nice cosy atmosphere.

speaking of birthdays, i dont think ill be having a masquerade bash for my 16th anymore. thats one of my hopes and dreams crushed! crushed! too close to yearlies, school certificate, camp, all that jazz. money spent on the party i would like to have would also be better used elsewhere. but ill tell you about the plans i had anyway. i have fun fantasising about my 16th before i sleep sometimes hehe.

▪ fairy lights. a lot and a lot of fairly lights. messily strung, strategically placed, i dont care. just the idea of those little babies. they make any situation look mystical and enchanted. at some point i even considered having it kind of at a park and having the fairy lights strung around the trees, having some kind of canopy up and the fairly lights around there.
▪ colour scheme of purple, silver, white. my all time favourite combination. the serviettes, ribbons, streamers, balloons (both helium and on the floor, teehe), invitations, name plates on the tables.
▪ you know me well enough to know that i wouldnt have a party without glitter incorporated somewhere. now i dont know where. maybe a glitter fight and we all end up with glitter in our hair and on our dresses. then ill prance around and feel like a unicorn.
▪ nice tables and chairs. sometimes i even fantasise about the possibility of having those really really vintage chairs. but usually it's just those ones you see at weddings, with those tassles or bows tied on the back of it. of course, this would conform to the colour scheme as well, teehe.
▪ a dance floor, oh my, a dance floor! who could forget that. and some sort of stage would be nice. nice soothing music while we eat dinner but after that, christie margaret and i will get down and non-dirty. oh i would love a disco ball. even if it doesnt spin.

and no, no one can make this a surprise party for me because i suspect all surprises. that's right. all. im being quite serious, actually lol!

Labels: everyday, party, sick

geography assessment? tick! oh i have never stressed so much before for a geography task. before someone decided to inform me that it was only worth 30% of your class mark, and your class mark is only 10% of your yearly mark. so essentially, this task works out to be somewhat 3%. that eased popping veins, but i was still apprehensive. why did the teachers find it necessary to scare us with the myth that it would be a random essay question out of the three? thank god we got to choose the question we felt most comfortable with in the end. now, we partaye.

went to unsw yesterday for the open day. all it did was confirm my aspirations of becoming a student at unsw. but have never felt more confused as to what i want to do with my life. law, pscyhology and education are still prioritised options.

sydney tech boys are very loud and responsible for further damage to my already injured eardrums. (for everybody from hurlstone who thought the school was smarter than us so we had to back off- their entrance score in 2006 was ~200 whereas ours was ~210.) i generally dislike boy single-sexed schools. they clump around in a little circle and jeer and cheer and scream and laugh like they're choking up furballs. i caught up with chris from year 6, gave him a hug before i became enclosed in a semi-circle with people applauding. then somebody yelled, "hello wendy!" and i had to pretend i knew him (looked at his name tag). then he pointed at some random and said, "do you know this guy? you're smart, he's probably gonna be in your class, he's in truong class b!" before i jokingly said, "sorry. im truong class a."

but im not sorry. because you boys were oozing testosterone and made me feel uncomfortable.

last lesson with my truong class today! i despise change of any sort, but these guys have been with me since 2007. and to make things worse im not in the class with hurlstone majority for year 11. i know none of them are going to read this, but im going to miss the vibe of our class. yes, that's right, we have a vibe.

simon chau is a cutie with his bright red velcro wallet.

had quarter final debate on monday against birrong girls! of course we won, puh-lease. teeheh, the adjudicator was so cute and he was asian. asian! wore nice clothes and everything. i couldnt look at him during my speech though because peripheral vision told me he was laughing at some of the things i was already saying. anyway, going to prairiewood high school on monday for regional semi finals debate! mr norris gave us special mentions today at assembly too, that was nice, i was beaming. wish us luck. we'll make you guys proud.

well duh. we're hurlstone. (H) ;)

Labels: everyday, exams

my cousin came over last week and exclaimed something along the lines of that only skinny mini people should post their outfit photos online. well. you know what? .. .. dont look at me, i dont know what. i dont care if i blind you guys (i care a bit, actually) with my photos, i just wanted to share this amazing find, teehe.



would anybody believe that i found that blazer at hurlstone's white elephant stall for just $1? it was in the last half an hour of packing up that some lady held it up, right in front of my face, then put it back down before i snatched it and made it mine. i was a bit reluctant actually, i cbb trying it on and getting fake opinions from the p&c running the stall. but eric's nagging worked. my $1 blazer and i are now bfflz. with a z. that's right. we'll come, we'll see and we'll conquer.









the beautiful mesh layers on this skirt from dotti cannot be interpreted by the camera on my e71! gr! it makes me feel like a pixie though. a badass pixie. also, another one of my thrifted bags, salvation army. this one was only $3!



a few people asked for photos of my boots! thomson calls them, "butch boots". i know boys are generally against these (alan's reaction was one that involved twitching his nose and raising his eyebrows?) but what do they and their testicles know. thanks vanessa for inspiring me to get these. nicest $60 spent in a while, they are very comfy and have a heel in disguise! shooter by therapy, shoebox at liverpool. beautifully patterned stirrup stockings from some brand with a bird for only $5!

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we came 4th! yeah, thanks shadman for placing a big fat *fourth place* banner on our youtube video. and loudly declaring his act's triumph over everybody else's. kidding, i am so glad we got placed in the top 5! thank you to everybody's support again, there's no point performing if people don't enjoy it so hugs all round! you guys are ze best. baby you the best, best i ever had, best i ever had. okay no more relating things i write to songs.

nicholas donated blood today and brought back a bag of food. i was so inconsiderate, i actually asked for some (dont blame me, i spent this whole week's allowance on mitchell's birthday present, so ive been starving all week!) and he actually gave it all to me! ginger biscuits, mars bar and a packet of chips that he ended up spilling all over the floor anyway. yeah. well that was your fault, nicholas.

i think it was michi who told me that donating blood would mean easy weight loss. 1 litre equals 1 kilogram. so screw lite n easy, i could donate 20 litres and lose 20kg. even if it is blood, and not the actual body fat that i have. and also i would probably die.

(9:53PM) wt says:
*1L blood = 1kg
*michi told me to donate 20kg of blood if i wanted to lose weight
*:L
(9:53PM) nathan says:
*you only have about 10L of blood in you
*if you did that you would be dead
*anything over 1L is unhealthy
*and i just realised that ive never talked to michelle
(9:57PM)  wt says:
*oh
*ONLY 10L
*WHAT THE BLOODY HELL IS THE REST OF ME

okay. so that's that then. never mind.

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• margaret and i are emceeing tomorrow's year 10 formal assembly! also, the src will announce who won talent quest. woooot. we all know shock is going to win (the boy band dancing dynamics whatever you want to call them) so i made a bet with lawrence. if they win, he owes me $50! too late lawrence, you shook hands with me. so whatever happens, i get $50. booyah. who says you had to be a part of the talent quest to be in the running for $50? well that statement kinda means nothing because i .. was part of talent quest. moving on.

• quarter final debate on monday against birrong girls! im pumped! it's an away debate so we'll be travelling there. and sadly, getting back just in time for periods 4-6. hmphity hmph. also signed up for tryouts for 2011 mock trial team! excited indeed.

• i have so many assignments that i do not want to do.

• i will never forgive the casula coach for being the most bias umpire of any sports game i have ever played in! i get pushed off the court by the centre of the casula team and she calls it as contact against me which meant free pass for them! not only that, our shooters were slapped in the arms about, oh, let's be modest here, a gajillion times and she failed to call it once. hmph. her little, "i'm the one with the whistle here, and you're not!" speech didnt really justify anything.

• my tinnitus is getting worse and i think if it keeps getting worse, i wont be able to concentrate on school work or any other aspect of my life. it's all i listen for throughout the day and throughout the night. i looked it up and apparently, some sufferes of temporary tinnitus get so freaked out that they imagine the noise for the rest of their lives in their heads! what if im one of those people who conjure up the imaginary noise and say they have tinnitus! far out, brussel sprouts. michi and angela have it and they dont seem to mind because they dont pay attention to it! ugh! ugh ugh ugh ugh. dear god, please take the ringing away. i have learnt my lesson now. amen. :(

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first two days of holidays means what?! it means going to the library and writing notes. don't scoff at me, they're not for school cert! really! i advise anyone from year 10 who feels like they need company that understands their pain to turn up at cabra library this week. if im not there, you'll bump into someone. my, oh my, half the hurlstone family is somewhere around cabra during the holidays. michelle, mitchell, christie, nikkida, simon were my study buddies, whilst angela was off with jason- a sefton infiltrate. fo shaaaaame! simon was really nice and bought us chips from red lea, sherbet straws and sour straps. sugar for the studious. 'studious', that is.

we all got distracted by a cute, pale, asian guy though. that includes mitchell. too bad he kept secretly peeping at the girl sitting opposite him, whilst we secretly peeped at him. christie got me to distract him whilst she went to look over his shoulder to get a taste of, well, his music taste. but he didn't get distracted with me walking weirdly closely to his table and instead turned around just as Christie was going to peer over his shoulder. fail whale.

and i wore shorts for the first time in a few months today. woooooo. it felt really weird. found out today why i dont have any hair on my arms or legs and have never had to shave or wax in my life: both my parents are practically hairless. some gene thing, i expect? note to self: focus on the genes unit in science to fully understand my luck.

study progress. finished goats and potatoes for agriculture. finished employment for commerce. finished unit 5, halfway through unit 6 for history. halfway through unit 4 for science. tomorrow is going to be dedicated to finishing unit 4 of science, and then [drum roll] mathematics! -asians applaud- going liverpool library tomorrow. having second thoughts about that because it'll mean not being able to stay there till very late, hence cut back in study time. christie, may i sleep over? or does your parents have something against it, and believe that if they allow sleepovers, we'll adopt the habit of sleeping at other people's houses and become whores in the future. *shudder

okay. im starting to sound a bit like an overachieving nerdface with all these contemplations about what and where to study. shhhh.

was standing outside the library, waiting to be picked up when i heard a voice, "i think you should stand in the light!" it was natural for me, a vulnerable little itty bitty young lady to fear for my life and wonder what the hell he was going to do to me after i moved out of the dark, but he turned out to be a really sweet and approachable guy. people with natural social skills. i envy that a lot. i was still worried he would snatch me and run away though, haha! the first question i was asked was, "hsc this year?" it's slowly becoming apparent to me that only hsc students would be found at the library till 6:30pm at night during the holidays.(i feel somewhat pathetic and without-a-life now.) he called me 'creative' for taking music, legal and bio. creative is just another word for not-smart-enough-to-take-the-sciences! he kept the conversation going and gave me good company.

when i had to go, he gave me his name. i would facebook stalk him, and conclude whether i had reason to be worried about my safety or not, but he didnt give me a last name, hehe. oh, shush, you. facebook is a stalking tool, and you know it. -grins- furthermore, christie wants to know the cute, pale, asian guy's name. anybody? he goes patrician brothers..

anybody up for a jam session this holidays? i really want to record another cover :)

Labels: everyday, exams, holidays

scrolling through my webcam folder, and whoa! the memories! none of these are editted, so the reason why im so white in one of these photos is unknown. probably took it on a sunday morning. a lot of luvos, so proceed with caution. these range from 2008-2009 :) part 1 i think im gonna put more up tomorrow. muahuahua. hope you all have a great holiday, study hard!











see the christmas lights outside? teehe.






australia day 09. green and gold, yes i am very patriotic.



my birthday present from thomson in 2008!

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afl grand final. a draw. first teh election, now this. ive lost all hope.

you know how every electronic gadget i own eventually gets its insides turn to stone? that is, it always screws up or gets possessed by some curse i must've acquired in one of my past lives as a rabbit. for the past week, i havent used my computer much, due to the fact that my internet somehow died again. remember that time when my dad had to crawl under the house to fix my internet? here. yeah, on friday i discovered the problem. my ethernet card had fallen out of its slot inside my computer..box. what's it called. computer fat box thing. the one with the on button for your computer. yahuh. im badass, bro.

so me being, well, me, decided to fix this. my case is a clear antec one, so i easily unscrewed the screws and tried to shove the ethernet card back into the right spot. i inferred where the spot was based on the .. "teeth" of the ethernet card. (are computer geeks slamming their heads yet?) but was too scared to push it into place because you know me, id snap it. so left it for my dad to come home and fix.

a few hours ago, my dad shoved the card back in, fixed the case back into place, blah blah blah. i turned on my computer and it wouldnt turn on. it kept going to the "start windows normally, safe mode, last known settings something with the word configuration in it" and i would always choose start windows normally. but then it would just lead me back to that page. well, that's not starting normally, is it now?! my computer's so old. i was on the brink of crying. i tried safe mode, but it just went black. and to make matters worse, my bluetooth keyboard stopped working. had to steal my dad's keyboard again. dad came over to see what all the fuss was about. decided to tear apart my case, and take out the card. i had to stop him, reminded him the computer was still on. but he took it out anyway. turned computer back on, windows was fine, everything was fine, woah!

then my dad flicked the power switch. what the hell. i turned computer back on, black screen. monitor wouldnt even connect to the actual.. computer. screw metalanguage or wahtever, heh. i started crying. "you killed my computer! arwwelkjrt;lsarkj;lsgeitr;lesrjkt" words to that effect. then my dad switched off the computer again, shoved card in, turned back on. i started laughing. and now im here. typing away.

so from that, we learn that a) i cry and laugh whenever i want. cos i can, bitches b) praying helps. thank you god.

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thank you. your tolerance of my behaviour, my sarcasm, my hormonal screams, mini explosions, inability to make a decision. everything. yes, we fight and i get so pissed off i want to pull out all your teeth sometimes. but that's a bit gross. so i would never do that. a bit of a weird metaphor, i know, but i will always be that drooping plant that needs a stake to hold up. and you're that stake. you're my plank of wood.

im so romantic, huh. yeah, you guys are all jealous.

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i dedicated a song to christie on my youtube account. get your eyes and eardrums a bit more damaged. kabir, i want to do this song for year assembly. very appropriate.

999 formspring questions. who will be my 1000th! teehehehehe. reminds me of those bebo days where people fought to give luvs.

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last day of term 3. had a bit of internal conflict with myself: to go or not to go, that was the question. and obviously, i decided on the latter. no more junior winter uniform! i dont know what to do with it. i was planning on wearing it like a gangster today, sleeves folded up low tie and everything just to celebrate the fact that ive never done that for the past 4 years. pity, pity. but alas, im sitting here wearing a 10 year old cardigan, listening to justin bieber, with a bowl of pasta salad, slicing each shell in half before devouring it and with my mum nagging to take me to the hairdressers. every opportunity she gets, "let's go get your hair cut!" makes me want to go bald. really.

edit 12:11pm just came back from the hairdressers. epic boxhead returns! was going to go to holy basil but it was closed, so mum took us to the 88 steakhouse at fairfield (near truong, near the pub on the corner) which i strongly recommend. since cooks hill is always overcrowded, as ive heard. cos ive never been there. so really, maybe i shouldnt be suggesting this restaurant to you cos i dont have the knowledge of the cooks hill standard. yadiya yadiya go try it out.

yesterday was year 12 final assembly. awesome people, awesome acts, cute year 7 photos, and i wish i could say the same about the reflections. but no. because i was not there. jordan kerr decided to pull me and my row outside to go and collect 220 helium balloons from the staffroom to tie onto the picket fence on number 1 oval, one by one. it started off fun, a lovely sight of course (we're girls. girls + helium balloons = ♥) before we realised we were missing most of the assembly! screaming at jordan kerr for making us miss parts of the assembly as we tied the ballons to the fence, tracey and i fantasised about being proposed to in the future by a guy holding a million or so helium balloons. heh. (girls + helium ballons = fantasies about being proposed to. therefore, fantasies about being proposed to = ♥. but who didnt know that!)

it was 7-eleven $1 thursday yesterday. my first time. essentially speaking i was a 7-eleven $1 day virgin. bought Nestlé drumsticks, Nestlé kit kat drumsticks, kit kat bars, cookies and cream kit kat, goulburn valley mocha and chocolate milk. yes, i got it all, baby. reow. time to get fatter, not such a turn on now, is it. heh. stfu.

should do truong homework! anybody need a lift from maths tutor to english tutor tomorrow? after maths im just going to go and have lunch , alone, at a restaurant in canley heights. now thats forever alone. carpool away, bitchez bubbly chubbies. -squeezes cheek-

just received a heartwarming, toe tickling formspring message. and so i just wanted to say a huge thank you to every single reader. i dont know how famous bloggers deal with all their subscribers and followers and nice comments because i get so overwhelmmed with just the occasional one. whenever people merely mention in real life, "hey, i read on your blog that.." or "yes wendy, i know, i read it on your blog already, shut up", i end up awwwing and melting all over the place. i dont respond well to compliments at all, but i am completely helpless when i get nice comments about the things i write. my sister told me a few weeks ago that some of her friends occasionally drop by my blog too: hi year 7s (thank you amy for handing in my assignment)! cant believe my readers expand beyond the year 10 hurlstone demographic.

it is such a privilege to have readers like you :)

Labels: dedication, everyday, holidays

boarder vs daygo match was on today! michi and i admired the great banners that were produced: the one assuring boarders that "tafe is school too" is a favourite. daygos won (with that professional ref, gavin badger, where'd he come from) but the unity that the year 12s showed at the end whilst chanting the war cry made nicholas and i awwww. i hope our grade is all cheery and comfortable with each other like that in year 12. and more importantly, i hope we all learn the words to the war cry soon.

michelle, being the camera-hating type that she is, is now paranoid due to some random year 12 girl that took a photo of her/us yesterday outside the science block, and who turned around and took a photo of us whilst we were walking to our group and she was in front? michi's not sure whether she's documenting her last few school days, likes photography or is secretly out to kill us lol

sadly enough though during pe mr wilson snr informed us that this year's game will probably the last boarder daygo rugby match because the number of boarder boys in the current grades are just too less to form a team. i thought of having a mixed team, so girls and boys, before realising how stupid that notion was, due solely to the fact that the girls would probably all black out out there after a tackle or so and it would look more like a battlefield than a rugby match.

src election was surprisingly today. coincidentally on the same day as the sefton's one. whilst our year 10 one lacked the colour and passion of that of sefton's, (eric had a slogan and campaign poster and everything: "pick up your pen and vote for penh"?) thank you to the 4 people that told me they voted for me. (i felt like kevin rudd. rejected and chinese. even though i dont have one bit chinese in me.) tried out in year 7 and 8, failed, so gave up in year 9. then, was supported and encouraged to put my name down again this year. which of course, was a mistake. you (sweet) fools who told me it was a good idea. -embarrassment-





those are the two shorts i am choosing between from urban outfitters! top is kimchi blue trouser short bottom is kimchi blue pleated short (with a cute acorn pattern). the acorn one was originally $48, before being put down to $20. it was still $20 yesterday, checked just half an hour ago, and it is now $9.99! which one should i get? the trouser short has a nice high waisted band, but the acorn one has buttons. i dont know. help? :)

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muck up day 2010! the concept of muck up day and the typical activities carried on like usual. water balloons, toilet paper drapings and transvestites. "celebrating 36 years of no muck up day" was bannered around the school today. what was that about? nevertheless, i have a feeling by the time class of 2012 gets the chance to trash the school all these ideas will be old and boring. we have two years to think of something massive, guys. and im talking massive. mr watts did give 10e a small lecture on "not acting like dopes in year 12 please" but hey. it's tradition. besides, if we dont let the guys cross dress, they'll never experience what it's like to wear a dress. we dont want to deprive them of that. i think all boys are secretly curious about what it's like to be able to walk with their thighs rubbing against each other. okay. moving on!

my date for formal agreed to wear a tie that would match the colour of my dress, teehe. yes, everybody is jealous so i think it'd be in the best interest for my safety that i do not disclose his name.

last week of school before two intense weeks of studying! i dont know about you but im actually excited at the prospect that i will have something to do for two weeks straight that involves bookwork and stationery. no sarcasm. ive started on agriculture and commerce notes. but that's barely anything compared to the collosal amount of information that i need to learn for myself and summarise for science. and english. well, well english. im kind of losing the grip on my strongest subject and that sucks more than a black hole. (i recall someone telling me that black holes dont actually suck.)

monday 27-09 finish agriculture notes, finish commerce notes
tuesday 28-09 summarise unit 4 of science, start history notes
wednesday 29-09 summarise unit 5 of science, finish history notes
thursday 30-09 math notes
friday 01-10 japanese notes
monday 04-10 geography notes, pe notes
tuesday 05-10 english notes and practise essays
wednesday 06-10 going out day! yay!
thursday 07-10 to monday 11-10 revise revise revise

that's a rough schedule that i aim to follow. it's pretty much a given that i will become distracted by sushi rolls, pasta salads and hot chips with gravy. food. that's another thing. food. whilst all my skinny mini friends are complaining about their weight, exercising and on diets, i sit there and listen before realising how pathetic i am and that the only way i could feel better would be to go to the canteen and buy myself a donut. im a size 10/12 and even im not too worried. i dont get this. people are making me feel like a fat panda that does nothing but eat.

but pandas are cute.

that doesnt help because im not cute, either.

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just read genevieve's blog and now i feel like i need to express my views about today. and also, genevieve, im glad you've decided to join the random pms crazy tags club. anybody recall tags on my blog such as "moth story where wendy prevails" or "moodle is stupid because it is like noodle but it's not"?

first lesson with sir truong in over 4 years today. yes, the actual truong. [cue gasps and widened eyes] it was intimidating but i saw familiar faces. i remember the fear i had when i had truong at just the mere age of 11. i think back and contemplate how i could have done it? then again, i cried for 2 hours straight after i took my entrance exam because of the intensity of the room and his response to my question of whether i needed to show working out or not: "yes. of course you need to show working out, where will you get in life without working out in maths?" mum took me to macca's in attempt to make me feel better. but i just cried in macca's. the truth is though, without truong, my maths would be nowhere near the standard it is. people always call me lucky for being well rounded and with grades that are consistent for both maths and english. well. i have truong to thank.

i think he remembers me. i used to be teacher's pet in years 5 and 6, but since then he hasnt said hi to me using my name or anything. he picked on me for a question. and my heart just leapt and starting running all around inside of me. i couldnt think. that's how scary it is. thank you god for giving me the strength to quickly gather my thoughts in that desperate situation lol!

truong's scribe looks like michelle diep.

english was, how do i put this. awkward. too many jokes that i knew were jokes but didnt want to laugh, and many of us were in this situation i think. ms diab (or ms diablo as sir mai calls her) came on too strongly, but that's something i do, exactly how she talks and everything, i swear hahaha. the random writing task thing was a complete fail which renders my statement on my enrolment form which stated how much i appreciate english as a subject and how much i like it, futile. she'll probably be thinking, why does wendy like it if she sucks balls at all. huh. huh! well. i dont know. and damnit, i also put i prefer english over maths on my form. but thats not what i meant, but after i re-read it, thats what it sounded like. truong is going to kick me out, oh. sigh. stress less.

i had a honey dew drink and then fell asleep. further confirmation of my claim that everytime i eat rockmelon or honeydew melon it makes me sleepy :(

guess what i got given today? edgar allan poe's complete stories and poems! hardcover and golden pages and A4 size, as opposed to the small pocket one i wanted. very sweeeeeet. i like presents like that. instead of yknow. chocolates. jewellery. flowers. okay, i need to reword that. i love chocolates, jewellery and flowers (especially bouquets in a pink colour scheme) but i wouldnt be able to put up with it all the freaking time rofl!

moon fest tomorrow. someone give me reasons why i should go.

i got a text last night that started off with "is wendy pmsing" before a whole spiel about me being angry. then i got a text alerting me it had been sent to the wrong person. once again, you clueless male, just because i am angry doesnt mean there's blood gushing out anywhere. ill bring my homie vanessa who will make blood gush out of your nose in a minute. leave. me. alone. i hate boys like that. "is wendy pmsing" no! i hope you perish in the fires of the underworld. there. i said it.

youre probably thinking that im pmsing now.

Labels: depressed, truong

today will be my first friday in 4 years without tutor (excluding the few in the christmas holidays that we were luckily granted). ive been surprisingly very uneasy about it all day. i hate change and the fact that my class is now on a saturday at 8:20am with different people makes my mouth yawn and my conscience yell. (then people yell at me for wanting tutor on a friday night.) what am i meant to do on friday nights now?! what. the. hell. grace and i were so depressed because basically everybody is in tonight's class. [/woes of a truong student] oh well, i'll get to see everyone when i go to pick up my sister cos her class ends at the same time!

margaret and i are featured in jordan kerr's video. yes, porn stars in the making. hahahahahah just jks jks jks! i hate people who talk like that, especially in real life.

had regional grand final debate yesterday. i was holding in my tears when the results were announced, and all through the comments from the adjudicators when they spoke to us personally, and when miss smith kept saying we should've said this and that and this and that. i knew it was mainly me to blame for the loss. went to macca's and i thought, finally, some peace and quiet, but she only brought up the fact that i didn't even make the bell, which signalled my tear ducts to open at full blast. then, everytime someone mentioned the word "debate" i would cry. on the train, everytime someone asked "did you win" i would start crying. then at cabra, i couldnt take another word about it, and hence remained very emotional. i was like one of those robots. everytime the word 'debate' was stated, it'd activate me and water would start flowing from my eyes. how embarrassing. i felt like holding sponges on my cheeks so it would soak everything up because quite frankly, i was running out of tissues and people were running out of some to give me. kabir, monica and alvin put it nicely though, im the second best first speaker in south western sydney in year 10 :) we got medallions nevertheless! thank you to everybody who supported us, it means so much.

ive noticed that a lot of university students go through the "i must speak like a robot with correct grammar and punctuation to maintain my maturity levels" phase. uh. let me assure you that i will use my lols, rofls and hahas and emoticons till the day i grow a mane, hoofs, a horn on my forehead and wings! not only does it boast pretension to speak in such a manner both in real life and online (as i see it), it makes people like me who use my lols unaccordingly feel rather inferior. and i dont like that. i know im short, i dont need to feel smaller than i already do. hmph. that's it. im starting a club at uni.




sparkle and fade one-shoulder ruffle romper @ urban outfitters $60



staring at stars silky strapless safari romper @ urban outfitters $17
i prefer the other one, but my budget would rather see me in this

speaking about things i want. i want absolutely nothing this year for my birthday. so much talk about how people want to organise parties for me because ive bailed on my masquerade ideas and whenever i say i want something, people always say "oh ill get you it for your birthday!" i feel so bad after thinking about what people did for me last year, and my efforts this year in accordance to theirs. the most ive done was buy presents or help organise a surprise birthday party, compared to how special people made me feel last year. and plus, id much rather if everybody would just not waste money on me and save up for my 18th where they will all be required to buy a luxurious gown because damnit, im holding a ball. glass slippers, talking mice and all. you betcha. seriously guys, a long special hug and a happy birthday will make the day quite enough! when i say this, i do mean it, so guys, dont try and surprise me. you know you'll fail, hahahahhah :p seriously. anybody responsible for any secret birthday plans of mine will be burnt to death by me. ill grow scales and blow fire on you then roast you for everybody at the event.

Labels: everyday, mufti, wishlist

the train went crazy today.

"oh, it's cabra, let's get off- wait. what. the." yeah, it just kept speeding and speeding and speeding. for a moment i thought we were on the bankstown line train but it was still on the south line, just full speed ahead to who knew where! the train was possessed! hijacked! we were hostages on a train that was being operated by a murderous guy who's threatening to kill everyone if the police dont let him run free! turns out it was the express to granville. boring, i know. (thank god it wasnt the express to city though.) the massive influx of hurlstone students at granville was indeed a strange sight. it was basically the whole school at granville, eager to get back on the train to cabramattaatatatata. haha. on the train back, i was verbally attacked by two girls who were probably around 19, 20. i was keeping to my own conversation before they decided to butt in. i think it sounded like i was directing my "hello" at them, so they said replied, really rudely as well, so i apologised, not wanting to start anything. then they started singing along to some song that incorporated the f word every second word. i mean. honestly. ugh. vanessa, you should've been there, you would've protected me :(

just realised i havent blogged about this, but it is probably now redundant news. nevertheless: we won! we won! we won! i am blogging to you as a regional grand finalist of the nsw premier's debating challenge. snazzy, eh?

it was crazy. really. the topic was that we should stop trading with countries that have poor human rights. prairiewood high are an intimidating team. their first speaker smashed it, set up a case that i found very hard to refute. right before my speech, mr norris enters. it made me feel special that our principal would take time out of his schedule to come and support us, but also injected a whole heap of nerves into me. miss smith even told me at the end that i was scrambling in the first minute, but she was proud i brought it around as i was sick and it was very obvious to the audience and adjudicator.

i had tears in my eyes when the adjudicator came up to give the results. i knew we lost. it was fact to me. but it came down to the last thing monica said in her speech, that apparently became the deciding factor. and she had given the debate to us. the moment was all a blur. i had my fingers crossed since the adjudicator was called up to the front, and was praying silently. thank you, god and to my fellow debaters, kabir, monica and alvin!

grand final tomorrow! biggest event in my debating years, ever. i am excited, but to be honest, i do not have high hopes at all. we just managed to scrape past in the semis! but thats enough negativity. because we're hurlstone. yeah? yeah! -thrust-






p.s. i am so pissed off. i cannot even stand the fact that i live on the same tectonic plate as this inconsiderate, attention seeking bitch potato head. how could communication still exist between the two of them?!!!!!!?!?!?!??!??!?!?!?!?!! i agree, vanessa and grace, let's take her down!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! arewrertireslkjt;ewrljkte;rljhyretjkyhreljktrhty. this is not good before the day of my grand final. fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.

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i am breathing through my mouth at the moment, and rather loudly at that. congested as ever, my throat slowly dying and my ability to pronounce certain sounds diminishing. right before my semi finals debate tomorrow. ill be standing up there with my palm cards and a box of tissues. or with the way im pronouncing things, ti-hues. i dont know if its a good idea to debate tomorrow at all with my dizzy perspective on everything and a voice that sounds like a witch concocting up a magic potion that involves nails and tacks whirring around in a blender.

angela's party at hai au yesterday. christie and i arrived first before we were mobbed by pedo waiters who called us hot. ran downstairs, bumped into jimmy from sefton who recognised me (his choice of colour in his clothes was quite refreshing compared to the typical white/grey/black only kinda thing.) christie and i felt safe with a guy around hehe. more and more people arrived, but we've all learnt our lesson: people always come late. always put half an hour earlier on the invitation!

i never knew the upstairs had little separate 'cubicles' with korean style tables and mats (kind of like japanese こたつ tables) for you to kneel around and eat! each cubicle had a little tv as well (this was where testosterone triumphed and the boys all ended up watching nr). we didnt book these of course, but my eardrums were being battered by the loud music (and the boys cheering), so michelle and i hung around in them for the most part due to the nice cosy atmosphere.

speaking of birthdays, i dont think ill be having a masquerade bash for my 16th anymore. thats one of my hopes and dreams crushed! crushed! too close to yearlies, school certificate, camp, all that jazz. money spent on the party i would like to have would also be better used elsewhere. but ill tell you about the plans i had anyway. i have fun fantasising about my 16th before i sleep sometimes hehe.

▪ fairy lights. a lot and a lot of fairly lights. messily strung, strategically placed, i dont care. just the idea of those little babies. they make any situation look mystical and enchanted. at some point i even considered having it kind of at a park and having the fairy lights strung around the trees, having some kind of canopy up and the fairly lights around there.
▪ colour scheme of purple, silver, white. my all time favourite combination. the serviettes, ribbons, streamers, balloons (both helium and on the floor, teehe), invitations, name plates on the tables.
▪ you know me well enough to know that i wouldnt have a party without glitter incorporated somewhere. now i dont know where. maybe a glitter fight and we all end up with glitter in our hair and on our dresses. then ill prance around and feel like a unicorn.
▪ nice tables and chairs. sometimes i even fantasise about the possibility of having those really really vintage chairs. but usually it's just those ones you see at weddings, with those tassles or bows tied on the back of it. of course, this would conform to the colour scheme as well, teehe.
▪ a dance floor, oh my, a dance floor! who could forget that. and some sort of stage would be nice. nice soothing music while we eat dinner but after that, christie margaret and i will get down and non-dirty. oh i would love a disco ball. even if it doesnt spin.

and no, no one can make this a surprise party for me because i suspect all surprises. that's right. all. im being quite serious, actually lol!

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geography assessment? tick! oh i have never stressed so much before for a geography task. before someone decided to inform me that it was only worth 30% of your class mark, and your class mark is only 10% of your yearly mark. so essentially, this task works out to be somewhat 3%. that eased popping veins, but i was still apprehensive. why did the teachers find it necessary to scare us with the myth that it would be a random essay question out of the three? thank god we got to choose the question we felt most comfortable with in the end. now, we partaye.

went to unsw yesterday for the open day. all it did was confirm my aspirations of becoming a student at unsw. but have never felt more confused as to what i want to do with my life. law, pscyhology and education are still prioritised options.

sydney tech boys are very loud and responsible for further damage to my already injured eardrums. (for everybody from hurlstone who thought the school was smarter than us so we had to back off- their entrance score in 2006 was ~200 whereas ours was ~210.) i generally dislike boy single-sexed schools. they clump around in a little circle and jeer and cheer and scream and laugh like they're choking up furballs. i caught up with chris from year 6, gave him a hug before i became enclosed in a semi-circle with people applauding. then somebody yelled, "hello wendy!" and i had to pretend i knew him (looked at his name tag). then he pointed at some random and said, "do you know this guy? you're smart, he's probably gonna be in your class, he's in truong class b!" before i jokingly said, "sorry. im truong class a."

but im not sorry. because you boys were oozing testosterone and made me feel uncomfortable.

last lesson with my truong class today! i despise change of any sort, but these guys have been with me since 2007. and to make things worse im not in the class with hurlstone majority for year 11. i know none of them are going to read this, but im going to miss the vibe of our class. yes, that's right, we have a vibe.

simon chau is a cutie with his bright red velcro wallet.

had quarter final debate on monday against birrong girls! of course we won, puh-lease. teeheh, the adjudicator was so cute and he was asian. asian! wore nice clothes and everything. i couldnt look at him during my speech though because peripheral vision told me he was laughing at some of the things i was already saying. anyway, going to prairiewood high school on monday for regional semi finals debate! mr norris gave us special mentions today at assembly too, that was nice, i was beaming. wish us luck. we'll make you guys proud.

well duh. we're hurlstone. (H) ;)

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my cousin came over last week and exclaimed something along the lines of that only skinny mini people should post their outfit photos online. well. you know what? .. .. dont look at me, i dont know what. i dont care if i blind you guys (i care a bit, actually) with my photos, i just wanted to share this amazing find, teehe.



would anybody believe that i found that blazer at hurlstone's white elephant stall for just $1? it was in the last half an hour of packing up that some lady held it up, right in front of my face, then put it back down before i snatched it and made it mine. i was a bit reluctant actually, i cbb trying it on and getting fake opinions from the p&c running the stall. but eric's nagging worked. my $1 blazer and i are now bfflz. with a z. that's right. we'll come, we'll see and we'll conquer.









the beautiful mesh layers on this skirt from dotti cannot be interpreted by the camera on my e71! gr! it makes me feel like a pixie though. a badass pixie. also, another one of my thrifted bags, salvation army. this one was only $3!



a few people asked for photos of my boots! thomson calls them, "butch boots". i know boys are generally against these (alan's reaction was one that involved twitching his nose and raising his eyebrows?) but what do they and their testicles know. thanks vanessa for inspiring me to get these. nicest $60 spent in a while, they are very comfy and have a heel in disguise! shooter by therapy, shoebox at liverpool. beautifully patterned stirrup stockings from some brand with a bird for only $5!

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we came 4th! yeah, thanks shadman for placing a big fat *fourth place* banner on our youtube video. and loudly declaring his act's triumph over everybody else's. kidding, i am so glad we got placed in the top 5! thank you to everybody's support again, there's no point performing if people don't enjoy it so hugs all round! you guys are ze best. baby you the best, best i ever had, best i ever had. okay no more relating things i write to songs.

nicholas donated blood today and brought back a bag of food. i was so inconsiderate, i actually asked for some (dont blame me, i spent this whole week's allowance on mitchell's birthday present, so ive been starving all week!) and he actually gave it all to me! ginger biscuits, mars bar and a packet of chips that he ended up spilling all over the floor anyway. yeah. well that was your fault, nicholas.

i think it was michi who told me that donating blood would mean easy weight loss. 1 litre equals 1 kilogram. so screw lite n easy, i could donate 20 litres and lose 20kg. even if it is blood, and not the actual body fat that i have. and also i would probably die.

(9:53PM) wt says:
*1L blood = 1kg
*michi told me to donate 20kg of blood if i wanted to lose weight
*:L
(9:53PM) nathan says:
*you only have about 10L of blood in you
*if you did that you would be dead
*anything over 1L is unhealthy
*and i just realised that ive never talked to michelle
(9:57PM)  wt says:
*oh
*ONLY 10L
*WHAT THE BLOODY HELL IS THE REST OF ME

okay. so that's that then. never mind.

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• margaret and i are emceeing tomorrow's year 10 formal assembly! also, the src will announce who won talent quest. woooot. we all know shock is going to win (the boy band dancing dynamics whatever you want to call them) so i made a bet with lawrence. if they win, he owes me $50! too late lawrence, you shook hands with me. so whatever happens, i get $50. booyah. who says you had to be a part of the talent quest to be in the running for $50? well that statement kinda means nothing because i .. was part of talent quest. moving on.

• quarter final debate on monday against birrong girls! im pumped! it's an away debate so we'll be travelling there. and sadly, getting back just in time for periods 4-6. hmphity hmph. also signed up for tryouts for 2011 mock trial team! excited indeed.

• i have so many assignments that i do not want to do.

• i will never forgive the casula coach for being the most bias umpire of any sports game i have ever played in! i get pushed off the court by the centre of the casula team and she calls it as contact against me which meant free pass for them! not only that, our shooters were slapped in the arms about, oh, let's be modest here, a gajillion times and she failed to call it once. hmph. her little, "i'm the one with the whistle here, and you're not!" speech didnt really justify anything.

• my tinnitus is getting worse and i think if it keeps getting worse, i wont be able to concentrate on school work or any other aspect of my life. it's all i listen for throughout the day and throughout the night. i looked it up and apparently, some sufferes of temporary tinnitus get so freaked out that they imagine the noise for the rest of their lives in their heads! what if im one of those people who conjure up the imaginary noise and say they have tinnitus! far out, brussel sprouts. michi and angela have it and they dont seem to mind because they dont pay attention to it! ugh! ugh ugh ugh ugh. dear god, please take the ringing away. i have learnt my lesson now. amen. :(

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