well, well, well. we meet again. you and i. welcome to my humble abode. i hope you enjoy your stay. here, let me take your bags. now if you will follow me, i'll show you around.

this is the lounge room. that's my friends collection, seasons 1 to 10. i currently have disc 1 of season 7 in the dvd player. i actually have the show on at least every second day. if it's not in the background while im doing my work, it's finishing off a few episodes before i jump into bed. hence, the few textbooks under the coffee table and math notes as you can see. studying for that math exam was rather stressful, let me tell you. my relationship with trigonometry exists as a very thin thread so 'further trigonometry' is definitely no friend of mine. but you're my friend, yeah? yes.

that's the kitchen. excuse the cake stand on the kitchen bench, we just celebrated my mum's birthday! stop staring intently at the crumbs, here, you can have a slice. all you had to do was ask. what are friends for? what do you mean we're not friends, i just established that we were. forcefully. anyway, there's the mountain of dishes that still need washing up because we just had a steam boat for dinner. i burnt my tongue on the food as usual. i will never be able to estimate the appropriate amount of time to wait after you take food out of the hot pot before putting it in your mouth. my tongue hurts. all done? just put your plate in the sink and we'll keep going!

bathroom. i cannot stand that lemon scent that people use in bathrooms. what's the use of an odour neutraliser when it destroys my nostrils as well? you know what else i can't stand? blue toilet water! that stuff scares the bejeebers out of me. who the heck. why. why, why would someone do that. feels like i'm peeing in the ocean and a great white shark's going to pop up and deprive me of the ability to reproduce. is your toilet water blue at home? clear, transparent toilet water is the best. speaking of which, have you seen the transparent soap bottle? there's a little bugs bunny figurine clinging onto the inside of the nozzle, see there? that cupboard holds the first aid kit which i've had to use recently. after being pounded to the ground by a fiesty goal attacker, i now have a bruise on my right thigh and a bad scrape on my elbow. you can clearly see the skin that's breaking off. i take my elbow for granted. the things i use it for: opening doors, holding my work when it's windy, leaning on in the mornings when im too lazy to fully get out of bed to switch off my alarm. the injury on my elbow just means it'll take longer to heal because everytime i move my arm, the skin on my elbow expands and contracts. at least i get to use these oops a daisy band aids eric got me. it's almost an incentive for me to fall over more. as if i dont hurt myself enough already. few days ago i was blow drying my hair and i whacked myself in the face with the blow dryer. there's a small bruise on my forehead.

yep. that's my bedroom. i'm surprised there isn't a trail of paper joining the lounge room and my room together. what you see there is the eruption of papers and notes as i tried to find things that were relevant to my upcoming exam. yes, those are lolly wrappers. and chocolate, too. i like to snack when i'm studying, okay?! i'm not fat. hey! you're the one that ate my mother's cake, don't you dare judge me! fine. get out. get out! here, take your bags back. i bid you farewell!

howdy ho! how's everybody enjoying their long weekend? the feeling of being able to sleep in on a sunday night is priceless. it's rare. and i used it to my advantage. to finish my chemistry assessment task. that's life as we know it now and i think this weekend has given me the second wake up call i need this year! must work my heart out from now on till the end of 2012. assessment tasks are piling on top of us year 11s! so many, i've never been subjected to this kind of torture before. hopefully this means that we'll be assessment free for a long while after the next two weeks.

i have a pimple on my eyelid. one of those big ones. one of those feels-like-a-needle-stabbing-into-me-whenever-i-touch-them pimples. and it's on my eyelid. how does my body decide these kind of things? face it. the ratio of surface area of my face to my eyelid is 3249234:1. i was not born with arms and legs the same length to endure this kind of logic. my left eye looks positively swollen and i cant open it properly. the asian inside of me yells, "yay! free red eyeshadow!" whilst the sane wendy says, "get into bed and never come out."

being couped up at home to study means i have to resort to online shopping to satisfy my cravings. it is simply unfair that stores such as forever21, urbanoutfitters and asos dont exist in australia. shipping prices are so ridiculous that great items at great prices cannot be bought without having to spend so much anyway. i am so in love with patterns at the moment: cooperate printed skirt light mauve/green, conversational peter pan blouse, conversational boxy tee from UrbanOutfitters. i cant say that i will buy anything in the near future though; still trying to live away the guilt of some of my exam marks, eep!




i think i try to play guitar and sing too much that people forget that i am a pianist. our music teacher, mr. craig, was shocked when i played the piano for my half yearly practical and i think that's the reason why i got good marks for it-- me being able to play something of that standard was *unbelievable* to him. like, god forbid that wendy can even pedal properly! i never play piano during lessons designated to prac mainly because both the pianos are taken up by truly talented people who are working towards their amus. im saying this because i'm planning on doing a cover with piano instead of the guitar/uke. what do you lovely people think?

ever since my guest blogger published an article about the satisfaction he gets everytime he urinates and it's "clear", i've been more ...motivated. i'm drinking at least 600ml of water everyday now (though the recommended is a billion litres or something ridiculous like that. i know it's 2, shhh). before, i'd hardly drink water at all! i cant say im all that health conscious. still eating tim tams and passionfruit yoghurt by the bucketfuls. yer-um.

hope you have a fairy-flossy week! thankyou for reading, you gangsters. i mean, my my my my, you're like, pelican fly!

Labels: huge pimple, wishlist

lạnh quá! it's been unbelievably freezing for the past couple of days. the roaring winds today numbed my body which not even the recovery position i performed on the netball courts could save. even the inside of my house is too cold to reside in at the moment. the surface of my desk is too chilling, even through the long sleeves of my sports jersey, so i am typing this with my forearms hovering. my fingers are also screaming to be gloved! ah!

speaking of jerseys, i am a jerseys supporter for our official year 12 outerwear. however, varsity jackets prevailed today in the votes. and before anybody says anything, of course i'm still going to order a jacket. i have a ridiculous amount of school pride and am proud of the hurlstone jersey tradition but celebrating with my grade is so much more important, i dont care which one it is. and after looking at the designs just sent to me, i am warming up to the idea! why were people telling me the hurlstone emblem won't be incorporated onto the jacket? even the mushed up 'hahs' symbol on our tracksuit pants is on it. lovin' the hurlstone-ness, guys. so everyone, even strong jersey people, order a jacket! let's wear them together (and put our cold hands in the pockets, ahh!) oh, and read all our names on the insides. damn my last name. always at the end, in the ugliest places. i'll end up around the jacket's hem line areas. or with my luck, the armpit.

did anybody happen to catch a glimpse of my shoes today? that was a rhetorical question. so bright that they were blinding. purple and orange never looked so good, yeah. it's not a coincidence that i learnt on saturday that purple connotes sexual frustration. my mum chose and bought them for me. mhm. so stylish. my sister called me tb. the only reason i had to go and buy new shoes was because my current sport shoes have holes in them, and i'm talking a large rip between the shoe and its sole. i've been putting off sport-shoes-shopping for ages because i hate shoe shopping in general but mum finally made me go. when we got there, all the other mesh/leather styles were $120 and over. and these were surprisingly cheaper. mum told me to add a bit of colour into my life. and so that is the story of the candy land shoes.

my neighbour is threatening to call the council because my maltese x chihuahua, chi-chi, apparently barks too much? we've had her for over 3 years and he talks now. he must be freaking joking. go away, old man. okay, he's not that old. go away, in-his-late-30s man!

Labels: school events, senior

well, well, well. we meet again. you and i. welcome to my humble abode. i hope you enjoy your stay. here, let me take your bags. now if you will follow me, i'll show you around.

this is the lounge room. that's my friends collection, seasons 1 to 10. i currently have disc 1 of season 7 in the dvd player. i actually have the show on at least every second day. if it's not in the background while im doing my work, it's finishing off a few episodes before i jump into bed. hence, the few textbooks under the coffee table and math notes as you can see. studying for that math exam was rather stressful, let me tell you. my relationship with trigonometry exists as a very thin thread so 'further trigonometry' is definitely no friend of mine. but you're my friend, yeah? yes.

that's the kitchen. excuse the cake stand on the kitchen bench, we just celebrated my mum's birthday! stop staring intently at the crumbs, here, you can have a slice. all you had to do was ask. what are friends for? what do you mean we're not friends, i just established that we were. forcefully. anyway, there's the mountain of dishes that still need washing up because we just had a steam boat for dinner. i burnt my tongue on the food as usual. i will never be able to estimate the appropriate amount of time to wait after you take food out of the hot pot before putting it in your mouth. my tongue hurts. all done? just put your plate in the sink and we'll keep going!

bathroom. i cannot stand that lemon scent that people use in bathrooms. what's the use of an odour neutraliser when it destroys my nostrils as well? you know what else i can't stand? blue toilet water! that stuff scares the bejeebers out of me. who the heck. why. why, why would someone do that. feels like i'm peeing in the ocean and a great white shark's going to pop up and deprive me of the ability to reproduce. is your toilet water blue at home? clear, transparent toilet water is the best. speaking of which, have you seen the transparent soap bottle? there's a little bugs bunny figurine clinging onto the inside of the nozzle, see there? that cupboard holds the first aid kit which i've had to use recently. after being pounded to the ground by a fiesty goal attacker, i now have a bruise on my right thigh and a bad scrape on my elbow. you can clearly see the skin that's breaking off. i take my elbow for granted. the things i use it for: opening doors, holding my work when it's windy, leaning on in the mornings when im too lazy to fully get out of bed to switch off my alarm. the injury on my elbow just means it'll take longer to heal because everytime i move my arm, the skin on my elbow expands and contracts. at least i get to use these oops a daisy band aids eric got me. it's almost an incentive for me to fall over more. as if i dont hurt myself enough already. few days ago i was blow drying my hair and i whacked myself in the face with the blow dryer. there's a small bruise on my forehead.

yep. that's my bedroom. i'm surprised there isn't a trail of paper joining the lounge room and my room together. what you see there is the eruption of papers and notes as i tried to find things that were relevant to my upcoming exam. yes, those are lolly wrappers. and chocolate, too. i like to snack when i'm studying, okay?! i'm not fat. hey! you're the one that ate my mother's cake, don't you dare judge me! fine. get out. get out! here, take your bags back. i bid you farewell!

howdy ho! how's everybody enjoying their long weekend? the feeling of being able to sleep in on a sunday night is priceless. it's rare. and i used it to my advantage. to finish my chemistry assessment task. that's life as we know it now and i think this weekend has given me the second wake up call i need this year! must work my heart out from now on till the end of 2012. assessment tasks are piling on top of us year 11s! so many, i've never been subjected to this kind of torture before. hopefully this means that we'll be assessment free for a long while after the next two weeks.

i have a pimple on my eyelid. one of those big ones. one of those feels-like-a-needle-stabbing-into-me-whenever-i-touch-them pimples. and it's on my eyelid. how does my body decide these kind of things? face it. the ratio of surface area of my face to my eyelid is 3249234:1. i was not born with arms and legs the same length to endure this kind of logic. my left eye looks positively swollen and i cant open it properly. the asian inside of me yells, "yay! free red eyeshadow!" whilst the sane wendy says, "get into bed and never come out."

being couped up at home to study means i have to resort to online shopping to satisfy my cravings. it is simply unfair that stores such as forever21, urbanoutfitters and asos dont exist in australia. shipping prices are so ridiculous that great items at great prices cannot be bought without having to spend so much anyway. i am so in love with patterns at the moment: cooperate printed skirt light mauve/green, conversational peter pan blouse, conversational boxy tee from UrbanOutfitters. i cant say that i will buy anything in the near future though; still trying to live away the guilt of some of my exam marks, eep!




i think i try to play guitar and sing too much that people forget that i am a pianist. our music teacher, mr. craig, was shocked when i played the piano for my half yearly practical and i think that's the reason why i got good marks for it-- me being able to play something of that standard was *unbelievable* to him. like, god forbid that wendy can even pedal properly! i never play piano during lessons designated to prac mainly because both the pianos are taken up by truly talented people who are working towards their amus. im saying this because i'm planning on doing a cover with piano instead of the guitar/uke. what do you lovely people think?

ever since my guest blogger published an article about the satisfaction he gets everytime he urinates and it's "clear", i've been more ...motivated. i'm drinking at least 600ml of water everyday now (though the recommended is a billion litres or something ridiculous like that. i know it's 2, shhh). before, i'd hardly drink water at all! i cant say im all that health conscious. still eating tim tams and passionfruit yoghurt by the bucketfuls. yer-um.

hope you have a fairy-flossy week! thankyou for reading, you gangsters. i mean, my my my my, you're like, pelican fly!

Labels: huge pimple, wishlist

lạnh quá! it's been unbelievably freezing for the past couple of days. the roaring winds today numbed my body which not even the recovery position i performed on the netball courts could save. even the inside of my house is too cold to reside in at the moment. the surface of my desk is too chilling, even through the long sleeves of my sports jersey, so i am typing this with my forearms hovering. my fingers are also screaming to be gloved! ah!

speaking of jerseys, i am a jerseys supporter for our official year 12 outerwear. however, varsity jackets prevailed today in the votes. and before anybody says anything, of course i'm still going to order a jacket. i have a ridiculous amount of school pride and am proud of the hurlstone jersey tradition but celebrating with my grade is so much more important, i dont care which one it is. and after looking at the designs just sent to me, i am warming up to the idea! why were people telling me the hurlstone emblem won't be incorporated onto the jacket? even the mushed up 'hahs' symbol on our tracksuit pants is on it. lovin' the hurlstone-ness, guys. so everyone, even strong jersey people, order a jacket! let's wear them together (and put our cold hands in the pockets, ahh!) oh, and read all our names on the insides. damn my last name. always at the end, in the ugliest places. i'll end up around the jacket's hem line areas. or with my luck, the armpit.

did anybody happen to catch a glimpse of my shoes today? that was a rhetorical question. so bright that they were blinding. purple and orange never looked so good, yeah. it's not a coincidence that i learnt on saturday that purple connotes sexual frustration. my mum chose and bought them for me. mhm. so stylish. my sister called me tb. the only reason i had to go and buy new shoes was because my current sport shoes have holes in them, and i'm talking a large rip between the shoe and its sole. i've been putting off sport-shoes-shopping for ages because i hate shoe shopping in general but mum finally made me go. when we got there, all the other mesh/leather styles were $120 and over. and these were surprisingly cheaper. mum told me to add a bit of colour into my life. and so that is the story of the candy land shoes.

my neighbour is threatening to call the council because my maltese x chihuahua, chi-chi, apparently barks too much? we've had her for over 3 years and he talks now. he must be freaking joking. go away, old man. okay, he's not that old. go away, in-his-late-30s man!

Labels: school events, senior