I'm not giving up, you don't have to leave

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.

Bring your drugs baby I can bring my pain

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 am a poor wayfaring stranger, travelling through this world alone

School's going to end in three more days. My agenda for these holidays:

1. start baking and cooking
2. get a job (either Subway, Gloria Jeans or Submerge)
3. renew my wardrobe.. after getting a job
4. even out my sock tan
5. study for ma skewl certifikate
6. work-out

Resulting me in possessing qualities of a perfect wife (yaknow, brilliant sandwich maker, smart, can cook, has clothes, decent body), hawhaw.

And I can't say it's what you know

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.

How do you get up from an all time low?

(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. ♥ ♥ ♥

But backseat love don't move me

Chilling with da pope, with da statues at the Lourve, and with da stuff at the Château of Versailles.  HOLIDAY PART 2

He's got a rolled cigarette hanging out his mouth

I want a dog called Marbles. I want a rabbit called Buttons. I want a cat called Mittens. I love animals, although I love meat, but that's a different story, hey?

When I got fight in these roses

Instead of going to the UNSW Open Day, I went to paint the walls of Pal College, and bummed around Cabramatta. It was good catching up with Amanda Nguyen, and we (Jess, Mali, Mandah and I) bumped into so many people. And I'm in love with the caramel frappe that Submerge makes! It's beautiful.