I admit, I'm socially awkward. If you approach me and I don't know who you are or if we've never had a lengthy and comfortable conversation before, trust me, I'd make you want to wish that you've never approached me in the first place. This usually happens with retail assistants. For example:
Retail assisants: Hey
Me: Good thanks
I hope you guys had a wonderful Chrismukkah and a well-spent Boxing Day! Well, talk to you guys soon, probably in 2012. While you're at it, make 2011 worthwhile. Here are the some of my latest purchases:
(Above: Billabong Village Green Shorts. Below: One Direction's Up All Night (2011), Reece Mastin (self titled, 2011)
I only got the Reece Mastin album because I was at the Reece's signing in Parramatta and I needed a CD to get his autograph, and the One Direction album, well, that's self-explanatory.
Billabong - White Haven Shoulder Purse (snow); Miss Shop- Suede Fringed Mini Bag
My family's not that festive. We're not big believers in Christmas and Easter, so those holidays don't come off as a significant matter, or even a "celebration". It's perceived more as a "day-off-work". In fact, to my parents, New Years Eve is just another day to them. On the night of NYE, before the clock strikes 12, my parents would be found sound asleep, not giving a single fuck about the new year. Neither am I, y'know, giving a fuck about this year's Boxing Day sales. Anyway, Merry Christmas guys!
You know how I constantly vowed myself to cook and bake these Summer holidays? Well, I lied to myself, and to you. Instead, I'm thinking of picking up "sewing". Yeah, my mum's good at it and probably can teach me. Besides, yesterday afternoon, I flipped my mum's sewing room inside and out and found all these cute fabrics! Some of the fabrics are similar to designs used by brands such as Minkpink. Ah, I'm cheering!
I'm inspired to bake and cook these Summer holidays. After picking up a free Christmas Woolworth's issue (don't judge me), the mouth-watering recipes have led me to one decision: to increase my skills in cooking over these holidays. But I suppose this should all happen after I finish watching Season 1 of Revenge (which is probably by tonight) My god, my attraction to males with a perfect tan has increased.
I don't know if anyone reads my blog anymore, based on the lack of posts or the loss of interest to my blog, but who knows, ANYONE can come across my blog. For all I know, this blog would be cut down to being more personal (but most posts would still be indirect).
For starters, let me just say this: I think I'm crushing on you. There was always something interesting about you that made you standout ever since Day 1. I've always thought you as one of those cute guys (yeah, I'm shallow, bag me out) and then, I heard more stuff about you and your personality just shone and made you three hundred million times attractive. Today, just being near you made me all nervous and shy. Ew, look at me with this silly teenage crush.
Last night was my formal for PAL. To be honest, I didn't give two shits about it. The outfit, everything. I was only anticipated for the after party. And I actually liked it and had a good time! Kudos to Brenda Cao, Andrew Pham, Christine Thaing and Malinna Yeang for everything! Although PAL's formal wasn't like those normal high school Year 10 functions, it was pretty enjoyable. Oh, and here is one of my favourites that I have bought/received within the month:
Dare To Dream by One Direction (gifted by Malianne Nguyen) 1D in a book? Mhm, yes please! I finished the whole book within an hour, #fangirling! ♥♥♥
And I won this sash at my formal............. I was pretty shocked when I won it... And Jessica Vuong gave me so much shit for it.
Formal shopping has been the biggest bitch in my life. I went to the city and Parramatta and thoroughly searched everywhere for my perfect dress! I realised how picky I am.. and I realised how insecure I was. No tits= limited options. And plus, cash pays a big play in this. My mum offered to spend whatever on my dress, but it's only PAL formal, and that formal isn't as elegant and fancy as other schools so my dress shouldn't be worth $1000 or something, but the dresses I've considered cost about $100+. C'mon, why is life is so expensive???
I'm so glad that these exams are over. No more 1967 Referendum, no more contour lines. No more of History and Geography!!! I'm forever done with those subjects. I can smell freedom, and happiness. But, next on my agenda: find a job, dye my hair (two tones!), get two more piercings, shop for shoes and clothes!
And once again, you tried to make yourself the 'spotlight'. You're never nice, don't pretend and act like you care. Fuck you for ruining my day. Fuck you for ruining my birthday.
I can't fucking stand this, I can't continue pretending that you mean nothing to me. I wished I had so much courage to approach you and to have a conversation with you. Talking about you today and finding out so much just killed me. I'm not over you yet. I just know it, and I wished you knew too.
Dear -----,
You fucked me over, again. I hate myself for knowing on how much I cried over you, and how much I trusted you. I hate how I gave us a second chance. I hate how you lied to me about 'her'. I hate how every now and then, I see your name and I check up on you and I find myself getting so jealous when you have conversations with a lot of girls, and being flirtatious. Our conversations don't even go for a full two minutes anymore. I hate how every time that I see you, I try to dodge you. I hate how you, only one person, can ruin my day/night. I hate how I visit your tumblr page every now and then, and I check to see if you have mentioned me, or written any posts related to me. But you've moved on, clearly. I think I have too, I hope.
Dear -----, ------- and ----,
You are fucking attractive. That is all.
Dear ----, ------, and ------,
I hate you. I hate how you're so judgemental, and you have to comment on everything. I hate how your nose has to be in everyone's business. I hate how you don't realise how much of a burden you are. I just hate you.
I had a ditzy blonde moment during tutor on Sunday, where Seth was asking people to give an example of 'molecules' that we eat everyday and I said 'onions'.
I used to get so excited for formals or for proms from formals. Ever since High School Musical 3, I've alwas wanted someone to do what Troy did for Gabriella did to me. But I don't know, recently, I just lost my passion and interest in it. Most people has their dresses, and I don't. I don't even know the colour of my dress that I want, nor the heels that I am wearing. Probably gonna whip up my outfit a week or few days before.
Today after school, I was walking home with James and I noticed a man sitting on the pathway behind all these bushes, watching school kids walk past him. But I don't know if it was meant to be an act of preying, or if he was taking a relaxing time on the pathway, but c'mon, how suspicious did it seem? I didn't dare make eye contact with him, incase he might've recognised me and might search for me tomorrow and abduct me. Ha, being a drama queen like usual.
Hey all of you guys! It's been so long since I've last blogged. Let's catch up on what I have been doing:
school
gym
sleep
exercise
school
Yeah, my life has been pretty busy. All I ever talk about is One Direction or the Wanted, or how school sucks, or about me wanting to lose weight, tone or whatever at the gym. Like I've said, my life has been pretty busy. Now to download the ios5, #joy!
Not to sound like a horny bastard or anything, but Brian Puspos can 'Wet My Bed' and 'Take Me Down' anytime. In other words, I enjoyed my time at Tic Tic II/ Looze Control. And I wished that I went to Parklife. Here are some photos at Parklife 2011 Sydney that I love: (credited from Parklife's Facebook)
And here are some pictures at Quynh's birthday part II. It was at the Plough and Harrow Park in Cecil Hills and I hated that day! I had to WALK everywhere. In the morning, I walked to the park. Walked back home. Went to a party at Bonnyrigg but had to walk it back home. Daily exercise? Check. Need a DSLR? Yup. But don't worry, I'm investing on one. $100 so far. Or maybe I just need to gain the courage to ask my parents, 'maybe'.
I have absolutely nothing to fucking write. My life is so boring and so dull that sometimes, I take shitastic photos on my iPad, and trust me, the camera quality is not that beauts. For example, here is a picture of a cup that I'm drinking out of, taken by the iPad:
That's my graduation cup back from Year 6. I never used it. It was tucked away in its original wrapping (and wrapped with a blue bow) ontop of a shelf, amongst with medals and trophies that my siblings and I have collected. Those medals and trophies allowed my parents to gain enough pride to tell everyone that we're their children. Okay, to be honest, the only reason that I used this cup was that a few days ago, I was thirsty but every cup was all in use or needed to be washed and were left lying in the sink, and I was too lazy to wash a cup. So I looked around for a cup, and found this, all neatly contained away from dust or bacteria. Poof. Laziness resolved. And dehydration gone. Poof.
I can never take proper photos with my best friend. Anyway, I only love her because she has a Macbook. And she owns a butchery. I own a bakery. My shop + her shop = chicken rolls. Weow.
I wish I was 18. Not for Defqon. I think I'm like one of those few people who does not give a fuck about Defqon. I still don't get how people (who looks like they're 5) managed to get into Defqon. I want to go to summer music festivals. All morning yesterday, I watched promotion ads of past and future festivals, and read line-ups for past and future music festivals. Was gunna cry. It was so boo2iful.
(This is a longer post than usual) I like to tell the story, whether you've already heard it or not. You see, I've had some celebrity/famous encounters. I've seen Nathan Brake from Aus Idol at Paramatta, met Justice Crew and Christian Joseph, and received a kiss from D-PRYDE. I've seen celebrities from Boombox, Curtis Stone, and um, Nick Lalich and Dai Le...
As you know, I'm a BIG BIG BIG fan of the Wanted, and when I found out that they were coming to Australia, I couldn't get over it and nearly cried. But the problem is, they were going to be in Australia for 3 days, and in Sydney for a day and a half. Yesterday I found out that they were performing at Hard Rock Cafe, and I made plans to go during school. I had to see them, NO-MATTER-WHAT. I found out we needed tickets to see the gig, but I went anyway, just for luck. When we arrived, the cafe was filled with beautiful sounds of the Wanted. My friend and I managed to get the closest table to the stage and we came just in time! They sang Gold Forever, Lose my Mind, did an 'Iris' cover and Glad You Came. After ordering and eating a $14 salad, the gig was over, and my friend and I were impatiently waiting to pay. It was late and we were bound to get in trouble by our parents, well I was. Everyone left and people were packing up, and I sat there staring at the stage, devastated that I couldn't meet them. My friend dared me to go to the door, where it led to backstage and so I did. And coincidently, I-bumped-into-Tom-Parker. My favourite. I was so nervous, and my heart was pounding. Tom took me and my friend backstage to where the other members of The Wanted were and Nathan took us to their van, and my god, they are beautiful. I hugged/kissed Tom, Nathan, Siva and Jay. Max was at god-knows, probably thinking about his fiance, but I don't care, I can die happy now. Well, I want Zayn Malik too. But I don't care, still happy as fuck. ♥ ♥ ♥
